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phykios · 3 years ago

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Ain’t No Sunshine, modern royalty, 1970s au [read on ao3] thank you as always to my darling @darkmagyk for taking a true story off the rails

May 3rd, 1979. The date seemed to jump off the page, the loud, bold text almost mocking her.

Not that she was keeping track, but it was just about four years to the day.

She’d woken up this morning, feeling kind of off, wandering around her apartment in a daze as she hustled her children out the door for daycare, losing time on her bus commute to work. It wasn’t until lunch, as she took the time to go through her day planner, that she realized: four years ago was when she had last seen Percy Jackson.

Though why Annabeth was thinking about him right this second was anyone’s guess.

Oh, sure, she’d thought about him a lot all throughout her pregnancy--thought about him, cursed his name, dreamed of strangling him for leaving her alone with these two absolute terrors--but as the years had gone by, and she had lost all hope of ever making contact with him again, he’d sort of fallen by the wayside of her thoughts. Something must have been going on with the navy mail system, because absolutely none of the letters or postcards she’d sent had ever been received, and she couldn’t reach out to Sally, since Annabeth had lost her address as well.

There was always the possibility that he… well, that he wasn’t around to receive letters anymore. But she tried not to think about it.

She tried her best not to think about him at all, these days.

Today, however, her childhood best friend turned US navy midshipman had popped up on her internal radar, and had just decided to take up residence in her brain. Her normally mind-numbing job couldn’t even properly distract her, and she spent all afternoon daydreaming about his messy, perpetually windswept hair, and his toothy, contagious smile, and his gorgeous green eyes like she was some kind of pathetic, lovestruck teenager, obsessing over her rockstar crush. Taking calls, scheduling appointments, and dodging the creepy advances of the assistant CFO were slightly more palatable if she had something pleasant to think about.

Old-fashioned romance was for suckers, anyway. Who needed it?

At least it was Friday. Fridays were KFC days, and she really did not need to accidentally burn dinner today. Again.

She hated it, but her kids loved it. God knows they could barely stomach whatever she usually attempted.

She sent them to bed early-ish, and settled down in front of the TV with a glass of wine. She didn’t usually indulge, but she had had such a weird day, she felt she deserved it.

Taking a long, long sip, she could no longer deny it: she really fucking missed Percy.

She missed him like she’d miss a missing limb, and it was all the more cruel because she’d lost him once, and miraculously found him again, on that fateful trip home from Athens. A military brat stuck at the American naval base in Spain to save money, waiting for a spare seat to open up on a plane so she could go home, by the sheer force of luck, she’d practically tripped and fallen into the lap of her childhood best friend.

And then she did trip into his lap. And then into his bed. And stupid, stupid, Annabeth, she’d always been so bad with her birth control.

Her little boy, he had blond hair, but sometimes he would look at her, or laugh at something, or drool in his sleep just like his daddy, and Annabeth thought she might just fucking die from it.

She loved her children, of course, how could she not? But she wasn’t about to deny it--sometimes, alone in parenthood, juggling dishes and laundry and schoolwork and life, she felt like she was drowning.

Sharp, piercing, the doorbell rang, knocking her out of her reverie. A little tipsy, still in her rumpled work clothes, she set the glass aside, and made her way to the door. “Mr. D,” she said, opening it, prepared speech all ready to go, “I told you, I’d have the rent for you by--”

She stopped, blinking, speechless. It was not Mr. D.

“Hey,” said the man outside her door. The ghost from another world that she had, apparently, conjured with her thoughts.

“...Hey.”

He smiled, a little strained, the light of the streetlamps casting harsh shadows on his face. “It’s good to see you.”

“How did you know where I lived?” It was, perhaps, not the most elegant thing to say, but she hadn’t exactly planned for what would happen when Percy Jackson, love of her life, father of her children, long-lost best friend wandered back into her life.

“Can I come in? Maybe for a Coke or something?” he asked, not answering her question.

She almost wanted to say no. For every letter never returned, for every month gone by without a word, for every day spent raising their children without him, not knowing if he was alive or dead--she almost said no.

But this was Percy. She could spare him a Coca Cola at least. “Sure,” she said, leaning away, “come on.”

“Great,” he said, and this time, his smile was all real.

So focused had she been on him, she hadn’t even clocked the older man who stood behind him. “Sir,” said the other man, with the air of a beleaguered secretary--and Annabeth would know, “I really must advise--”

“I’ll just be a minute,” said Percy, not even bothering to look back at him, pushing past Annabeth’s half-extended arm.

“But, sir, your father--”

Percy let the door shut in his face.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “Harsh.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well… I’ll make it up to him later.”

“Who is he?”

But Percy didn’t answer. “Nice place you got here.”

He was being nice, of course. It was a craphole apartment in a craphole side of town--but the rent was cheap and the bus was convenient, and she only felt the slightest bit of shame as she led him to the craphole couch, handing him a coke from her craphole fridge. Christ, his suit looked like it cost more than her TV.

“Is your… husband home?” he asked, delicate.

“My what?”

“Your husband. I saw, um…” Embarrassed, he flicked his eyes to the ring on her left hand.

“Oh, this? It’s--it’s not--” Hastily, clumsily, she fumbles it off, pulling around the knuckle. “I’m not--I’m not.”

He blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I just--it’s to ward off creepy guys, right? Like, they won’t take no for an answer unless they think they’ll have to deal with an angry husband, so I just…”

In her more pathetic moments, she pretended that it had been given to her by the man before her. She had picked something small and simple, something that she thought he might have gone with, and pretended he had slipped it into her pocket the day she left the naval base.

“That’s--cool. That’s great, I mean. I mean, that’s--”

“What do you want, Percy?”

Not at all bothered by the shortness of her tone, he sighed, closing his eyes. “I have a… personal question I need to ask you. And I’m sorry to bother you with this, I just--I have to ask.”

Ominous. “Okay?”

“Did we…” He sighed again, mouth twisting. “Did you, as a result of our repeated sexual encounters four years ago, happen to have any children by me?”

He just rattled it off, as if it was something he’d said over and over and over again, tired of receiving the same answer, but never expecting anything different.

“Excuse me?”

“I know, I know, it’s an extremely rude question, and I know I have no right to ask you, especially since it’s been so long, but I swear, there’s a reason I--”

“Did you never get any of the letters I sent you?”

At that, his head shot up. The look in his eyes could only be described as ‘terror.’ “What?”

“I must have sent you half a dozen,” she said, crossing to the kitchen, the wine making her a little bit short. She had, in fact, sent him eight letters, with pictures, and never received a single response, but since he seemed genuinely lost, she decided not to tell him. Plucking the most recent photo down from the fridge, she returned to the man in her living room, his knuckles white around the can.

Standing before him, she handed him the photograph. He took it, fingers shaking. “We… you…”

“Percy Jackson,” she said, like she was introducing him to someone at a party, “meet your children.”

Even after they had just been born, Annabeth had seen how obviously they were his. Only their daughter had the same messy black hair, both both had the same long, straight nose, the same intense, brooding brow as their father--and when her son smiled, or her daughter laughed, it was hard not to see the shades of Percy so strongly in them. It was hard to see them, too.

Percy’s mouth was trembling. His eyes were wide, glassy, fixed on the photo. “My--” he swallowed. “What--what are their names?”

“Alexander,” she said, softly, “and Anne--”

“Annemarie,” he breathed. “Alexander and Annemarie.” He looked up at her, his eyes shining. “You remembered?”

Of course she remembered. Two lonely kids, she and Percy had spent so much of their childhood together, playing house, building their perfect family, even if only in their imagination. Alexander for his mother’s cousin, and Annemarie because he had wanted to name their daughter Annabeth, and she wouldn’t let him. Twenty years later, alone and in pain, holding her newborn children and alternately cursing the man who made them and desperately wishing he were with her, Annabeth had known that they could only have one set of names, even if their father might never meet them.

His face crumpled. He dropped his head into his hand, and groaned, like someone had pressed on an open wound.

“Percy!” Annabeth sat down next to him, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his leg. Four years later and it still felt so natural to touch him like this. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, he grunted. “Yeah,” he croaked, voice hoarse, “I’m okay. I’m fine. I just--” And then he shuddered, a hand coming up to scrub at his eyes.

He was crying, she realized suddenly. Annabeth used to be the one that cried. She could count on one hand how many times she’d seen him cry. He hadn’t even cried when she had finally left the naval base.

Taking a shaking breath, he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his expensive suit. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, shattered. “I didn’t--I never--if I had known, I swear, I would have left the navy. I would have come home.”

The silent, unspoken “to you” echoed in the dead air of her apartment. “Why didn’t you?” she asked, quietly.

They held each other’s eyes, an eternity passing in a heartbeat. Neither wanted to break the sacred silence, to bring words into the crystalline moment that hung in the balance between them.

“I never got your letters,” he said, tears in his eyes. “I… after you--left, I…” he sighed, aching. “I… got hurt. Bad.”

Annabeth couldn’t breathe.

“And,” he huffed a laugh, wet and messy, “and then I met my father. Can you believe it?”

Her eyes bugged out of her head. “You what?”

He nodded.

“He’s alive?”

Sally rarely spoke of him, and Percy had always refused to. Annabeth had just assumed he had died, years and years and years ago.

Percy laughed again, humorless. “He’s the king of Thera.”

Her jaw dropped. “He…”

“Yeah.”

“Are you shitting me?”

Shaking his head, he smiled, rueful. “I wish.”

Words from a half-remembered newscast floated through her mind. Alexander and Annemarie had been right terrors that night, and she had only been half-listening as the reporter informed the world that Triton, hereditary prince of Thera, had died, killed in military action. “He… found you?”

Percy nodded, miserable. “He told me--asked--told me to--to find anyone I might have…” And then he swallowed, tears in his eyes again, real, glistening tears. “And I am so, so sorry, I know--I know your job is here, and your whole life, and the children, but I--”

She took his hand in hers, squeezing gently so he didn’t fly away. “It’s okay,” she said. “Just say it.”

“I’m supposed to--I’m supposed to… if you would… come with me,” he trailed off, suddenly shy.

For the second time tonight, she felt like she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. “...What?”

“He… my father… the king wants--needs heirs. He… he asked for a list of women, and I… gave him your name.” Stomach hot, Annabeth wished she had the courage to know about the other women on that list. Or to ask why Percy, young and handsome as he’d been at both twelve and twenty, wasn’t out there making some new ones himself. Why was he chasing down old leads? Why was he chasing down Chase bastards? “You’d--you’d live in the castle,” he said, like he was trying to sell her on it, though she could tell his heart wasn’t really in it, “and we, well, we’d technically have to get married, but that doesn’t need to be a big deal. You’d get your own rooms. You can set them up however you want. And you’d have a personal staff, a stipend, and the kids would get private teachers, and--”

“Staff?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Yes?”

Staff. Someone to do the laundry and clean the dishes. Someone to cook dinner and look after the house. Someone to help. Someone to do all the parental things that she just could not do, not by herself. Not without him.

“I know I have no right to ask this of you,” he said, squeezing her hand. His hand was just as big as she remembered, and just as warm. “And I would never, ever force you to do anything that you wouldn’t want to--”

“Yes,” she said, interrupting him.

He blinked, dumbly. “What?”

“Yes. I’ll come with you. We all will.”

“...Oh. Uh, great. That’s--that’s good. Are you sure?” He looked like a lost little dolphin, eyes huge and uncertain, and then, Annabeth did the one thing that she’d been desperately wanting to do for the last four years.

She pulled his face to hers, and she kissed him. Shocked, he stiffened, almost pulling away--before relaxing into her, cupping her face in his big, warm hand. Eyes closed, they leaned their heads against each other, sharing air once more for the first time in years. She had lost him twice already: once as a child, when her father had decided to move her across the country, and once as a lovestruck college girl, when she had to leave the naval base, four years ago. She wasn’t about to lose him for a third time.

And for the first time in forever, she no longer felt like she was drowning.

#my fic #pjo fic #pjo #percabeth #percabeth fic #au #the rivalry ends here #the au which we have affectionately named 'chop chop'#for... reasons...#darkmagyk #perseannabeth

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ettawritesnstudies · 5 years ago

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Etta’s big creative to do list for when I’m not drowning in final exams

(the rest are below the cut because this got LONG! I am putting this here so you have some idea of the stuff I’ll be posting about come Monday 5/11 and also so I can find it again instead of putting it in my notebook where it will inevitably get lost among my fluids practice and history essay jottings. if you’re curious about the fact that I am not yet done with my semester, yes, I am absolutely procrastinating an essay right now by writing this. don’t worry about it.)

FINISH STORGE!! I’m only like 3 chapters away from writing The End and I desperately want to do that this year so I can edit and start sharing snippets with alpha readers by this time next year at the latest :D

Outline the Laoche Chronicles

this includes the trilogy outline in broad strokes to make sure everything sets up the next points

a detailed outline for the first book which will need a name eventually

(my outlining process can be found here!)

Character profiles for all the new OCs

(this process can be found in this post!

worldbuilding write-up questionnaire for the new civilizations that’ll feature in the main trilogy and differ from Storge

Learn how to make edits for tumblr because graphic design and anything resembling Proper Authors Platform Branding continue to elude me

This won’t happen this month, but I need to do a cleanout of the social media’s I do have so I can put writing stuff there too and start a proper Author’s Internet Presence. If I do finish Storge this year, I’ll be looking for beta readers eventually and I need to have something to show for myself. This includes...

doing a mass edit of this blog and organizing my tags

teaching myself HTML/CSS and making a custom blog theme that works for my needs or commissioning someone to do this for me

making a Laoche Chronicles wip page

buying a domain and designing an actual authors website

making an #aesthetictrash book Instagram? I’m vaguely aware this is something people do but I only use insta for it’s chat feature with my college friends so I know not the first thing about how that works

I have a disasterous Pinterest that’s 100% private boards for my various bits of nonsense that needs to be turned into a place to showcase WIP aesthetics

I refuse to touch twitter nor facebook nor snapchat nor ticktock with a fifteen foot pole

if you couldn’t tell by now, I was that kid who had a brick trac-phone until 10th grade, and used my smartphone primarily as a music device until very recently

Write a considerable backlog for my Newsies fanfic so I don’t fall behind whenever I go to my internship in a month

Finish the intro for my Vampire Plague Doctor Buddy Cop story and the Chaotic SFF Academia idea that I started last month, and write a few one shots for those Maybe start posting them somewhere if I’m happy with how they turn out?

Make a proper quilt from the 10389238320923 old event t-shirts I have sitting in a pile in the basement so I can take it to college with me in the fall. (also maybe mockup a walking skirt out of an old sheet, so I at least have an idea of what to do whenever proper fabric stores open again)

It’s going to be below freezing tomorrow for SOME REASON despite being MID- MAY, but I need to plant my garden and make a compost pile at some point

Make a list of art skills to start practicing so I can tackle the concept of “learning to draw” in a logical manner like you would in a class, and start doing these drills

Also participate in the rest of MerMay

Read a few books! My current next list of TBR looks like this

Illthdar! I have been dying to get my hands on @illthdar‘s book but I didn’t want to start it during the school year and then have to inevitably put it down like two chapters in because I had boring real life obligations to attend to, so this is my first read for as soon as I’m done with the semester on Sunday.

Pride and Prejudice, which I've heard is excellent and regrettably not actually read yet (nor any of Austen, yes I’m a heretic I know, but I’m also an engineering student and 90% of my time is spent doing maths)

Storm of Fire and Blood - I have had this book for a year and put it down because of school which is a crying shame because I really love this series! For any religious/historical fiction fans I highly recommend the Sword and Serpent trilogy! It’s a retelling of the story of St. George and the Dragon long before he’s ever a saint. I think anyone could enjoy it, but if you’re Catholic or enjoy early Christian history, you’ll get a lot of the references and saint cameos and it’s just! A lot of fun!!

also my patron St. Katherine of Alexandria is a major character in the 2nd and 3rd books and she’s absolutely wonderful so I might be just a little bit biased

Make a few watercolor maps of the world of Laoche! Including detailed maps of the city of Maaren where Storge takes place, and Arga (one of the countries in the later trilogy)

update my bullet journal which has been languishing unused on my dresser since march when I moved home from college

Carve new dulcimer hammers and teach myself a few songs. (also maybe try to make a longbow or new bridges for the dulcimer but that’s all probably a BIT of a stretch)

Brush up on my piano and guitar practice because I am very very rusty. I need to find some new songs to learn because I don’t really want to relearn Debussy or Chopin again, but I need to find some good ones first...

If you’re still reading this. Wow. Congratulations. That was a lot. and thank you! But yeah! This is what’s been knocking around in my head recently while I was supposed to be studying, but now that it is out of my head and into a post hopefully I will be able to focus again :P This is extremely ambitious and I 100000% will not be able to finish everything on this list, but! it is a plan! Wish me luck!

#etta rambles #to do #planning #things to do after finals #creative to do

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carringtonblackwood · 5 years ago

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Good Samaritan {PotW}

Night-shift can be a real pain in the neck.

Where: The mostly empty parking lot outside WC Memorial.

When: the evening of May 3rd, 2020 (immediately following this)

Who: Carrington, @deweythedew, and @laylacooke

Triggers: medical blood, gore, injury

Layla had been out roaming the streets of White Crest when night had fallen. She hadn’t intended on being out as late as she had, but, luckily, for her, she had her wolf sense to guide her back to the cabin she was currently staying in with Ari and Ulf. However, as she seemed to move along, something in the air caught her attention. Following her nose, it had led her straight to the culprit. The body of a man lying in a parking lot, not moving. Heart beginning to beat a little harder, Layla glanced around the area hoping to see someone who could help. Anyone that could help. But as she moved closer, she noticed the stench of death, “What...the…” Had it been another mime attack? Was the mime still in the area? Layla, in all the time she had studied the ways of the hunter, had never seen a dead body before, “Um...hey...Why am I speaking to it? Layla...you idiot, if it smells like roadkill, it probably is roadkill…” Finally right next to the man’s form, she slowly bent down, but something stopped her, and instead, she rose back up, “I’ll just…” With her foot, she gently nudged the man to see if her nose had been deceiving her. “Okay, no movement…” Reaching into her pocket, Layla dug out her phone ready to call 911.

Carrington had spent the evening at home, lounging on the sofa and rotating between watching a rather lackluster movie on Netflix, and reading the Stephen King novel he’d recently picked up. Though he found the tale a bit much for his current mood. He simply felt… restless. After awhile, he simply muted the television and closed his eyes, focusing on the white noise of the central heating system as it hummed in the background, hoping to find some of the quiet the world nearly always lacked.

How long he had been out, Dewey truly couldn’t tell. Minutes? Hours? Enough time that any trace of the smoke which had filtered into the air, in all it’s striped mysticism, had entirely vanished, and the small center of the world he found himself in had gone eerily quiet. While he didn’t need to breathe, he didn't have to, he still inhaled a sharp, strangled gasp as his eyes flew open, fingers reaching out for anything to grasp onto - which, in this case, happened to be the red-head’s ankle. Cold fingers locked onto the warmth as his mind scrambled to properly re-align itself, to make sense of what the hell had just happened however long prior to being knocked out.

Layla hadn’t expected him to rise from the dead, but when she felt the grip of his hand on her ankle, she screamed bloody-murder and fell backwards onto the ground. Shaking him off of her, she quickly sprang to her knees and released a low, feral growl towards him. But when she realized he wasn’t a threat, and was actually needing help, she slowly crawled towards him, “Hey...are you-are you okay? D-Do you need me to call for help?” Of course that’s what the poor man needed, but Layla hadn’t ever been in this situation before. As she moved closer, she noticed the blood pouring out of his throat, and quickly put her hands up to try and stop the bleeding.

Right, he was still bleeding. Well, it likely looked far worse than it actually was, taking into account all the black still smeared across his face and shirt. And Dewey still had no idea what to actually make of it all - it had to be some sort of blood… even if it did smell faintly of pastry. No, not the time to think about how insane all of this was. Initially thinking he was about to get attacked once more, he was relieved when she seemed to realize he didn’t mean her any harm. Coughing on a mouthful of stale blood, he parted his lips and began to explain what had happened… only, no sound issued forth. His brow furrowed, and he tried again - with the same result. No sound, no trace of his voice, nothing. He silently swore, head swimming from both confusion and pain. Oh God, how was he meant to communicate anything now? Wait--

Swallowing down another gag, his black-stained fingers fumbled around in his trouser pocket, eventually landing on the form of his cellular. Shakily entering the passcode, he tapped it against the red-head’s side insistently, gaze pleading.

Carrington had had no luck finding anything to distract him this evening. Perhaps he should go for a run. That usually worked. A few miles through the forest might be what he needed. It was a lovely night, and his head was entirely too full of tumbling thoughts for him to stay idle. There were other things he’d much rather be doing. Other people he’d much rather be spending time with. But he didn’t want to be a bother.

A run it was. He pushed up from the sofa and headed upstairs to change into his running gear.

Layla continued to put pressure on the wound. “Please don’t die on me, Mr. Dude. I can’t deal with this, either. Just be okay. Alright. Hang in there...please.” She continued to look around frantically until she noticed him nudging her side. Looking down to see the phone, she released one of her hands from his neck, “What do you want me to do with this? 911?” Realizing he couldn’t speak, possibly from all the blood, her eyes grew wide, “Duh, Layla. Boy’s got a mouth full of blood.” She turned her attention back on him, “I’m gonna call 911 okay? Nod yes if that’s okay...No! Don’t nod...uh, blink twice for yes, if that’s okay!”

Don’t die. Well, technically, he wouldn't. Couldn’t. Technically. Dewey was fairly certain that he hadn’t lost enough blood that it would end in his demise, but definitely enough that it warranted a day’s rest and a generous feeding. He wished he could have said something, anything to assuage her worries, but as it was he was still a soundless, bleeding, essential corpse that could do little other than to gesture and blink. 911 - that would not go over well. At all. He squeezed his eyes shut and grimaced, even mouthing ‘no’, hoping that would convey his answer, before attempting to motion towards his phone again. He would have instantly said to call Carrington, that he would know what to do, but he was fairly certain mouthing his name would do little but confuse her. Damn it all.

Carrington changed into his joggers, a tshirt and hoodie, and his running shoes like usual. But he didn’t feel the usual pull to get out of his home and into the open air. The town was brimming with unease, and he could feel it everytime he walked down the street lately. Shadows moving in corners, gone when he looked their way. Soft shuffling sounds that had no origin he could lock in on. The reports of attacks he’d heard whispered about and posted online. It was enough to make even the centuries old vampire feel… slightly nervous.

Perhaps he should text Dewey. If only so he knew the other man was alright this evening. But he didn’t wish to trouble him just because Carrington felt uneasy. Though he knew he was unlikely to rest easily until that particular worry was put to rest. So he snagged his phone, briefly sitting on his bed to send Dewey a text.

{text}: Is your evening going alright?

Layla looked closely at the man laying next to her. She didn’t want to misread anything, and when she noticed him blink and mouth the word ‘no’, she was a bit confused, “Then...if not the cops, who do you want me to call?” She was just about to dial the number anyways, when she saw a text come through, “Um…” She paused. Was he in his right mind? Was she even equipped to be dealing with this? Her wolf hunter parents had taught her a thing or two about first aid, but it was like everything she had learned was going right out the door, “Some chick named Carrington just texted you?” How was she supposed to know Carrington was a guy. The only time she had ever heard the name was in that Casper movie as a child.

Anyone but the police. God, that would go over even worse. Dewey was about to give up when he heard the familiar text tone of his phone, and when she mentioned ‘Carrington’, his eyes blew wide open and he shakily raised a finger to tap on the screen. Please, please understand what I mean… Or, what I’m trying to convey. Oh hell, this was going about as well as could be expected, wasn’t it? He sighed through his nose, head lolling back a bit as he panted.

When Dewey didn’t text back after a few minutes, Carrington figured he was busy with work, or otherwise occupied, so he grabbed his keys and stuck them in his pocket. Heading outside, he turned to lock the front door, securing his airpods in his ears before heading down the front steps.

She could sense this was who the man had wanted her to contact. Layla could see it in his eyes and considering he was using up valuable strength to tell her that, she knew what she needed to do. Opening the text up, Layla, shakely with one hand, texted Carrington back.

{text:} need help. come quick

Layla sent the text quickly, but realized she hadn’t put the location. “Crap! I didn’t put the location! I don’t even know where we’re at!” She looked to Dewey with desperation in her eyes.

Carrington’s phone pinged just as he was stepping off the curb. He stopped and pulled it out, his neutral expression instantly turning to one of concern. Instantly, he turned back to the house, jogging to the garage and hitting the button to open the automatic door.

(text) On the way. What happened?

He climbed into the Aston Martin and backed out, hitting the app that would send him the location of Dewey’s phone before hitting the Bluetooth that would dial Dewey’s number. He waited in tense anticipation as the phone started to ring.

It was true, the longer he remained without much aside from the red-head hand’s attempting to slow his bleeding, the weaker he was becoming. Dewey blinked hazily, feeling himself hovering on the verge of passing out again. This wasn’t good. He had no way to communicate the necessary information-- Wait. His badge! Fingers fumbled as they dipped into his breast pocket, attempting to unfasten the clip that attached his badge to his shirt. It was tricky with the slippery traction of his fingertips, but he finally managed to pull out the laminated card and tap her thigh with it urgently. There. Hopefully that would be enough, because… he wasn’t sure how much longer he could remain… awake…

Layla looked down to Dewey with a slight, but weary smile on her face, “Carrington’s coming. Hang in there. Help’s going to be here soon.” She was just about to put the phone down and focus on keeping pressure on the wound, when she heard it ring. Seeing the name on the screen pop up, she figured she’d better answer it, “H-Hello? Is this Carrington?” She waited for a voice, panic slightly suppressed, but still apparent. However, the man laying on the ground had gotten her attention once more. Holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, Layla took the badge from him and looked it over, “Dewey. Dewey, why does that name sound so familiar?” She narrowed her eyes, and then it hit her! “Dr. Butthole! You’re the male Dr. Butthole!” She had forgotten about Carrington being on the other end of the phone, and when she saw that he was fading, everything else went by the wayside, including the phone that was now on the ground still connected, “Oh no! No, no!” Putting her other hand back over his neck, she leaned forward with more pressure, “Stay with me Dr. But- Dewey. Do you hear me? You’re not going anywhere! Your girlfriend will be here soon! I hope…”

When the call connected, the voice that came through wasn’t Deweys. Carrington frowned. That never boded well. The woman’s voice was slightly panicked, but she knew his name, so Dewey must’ve been able to ask her to call. Or text in this case. “Yes, this is Carrington. Is Dewey alright?” he asked with no preamble. The woman seemed to be speaking to someone - Carrington could only assume it was Dewey - before she confirmed it. “What’s happened?” Carrington asked, trying to keep his own voice calm over the panic that threatened to rise again from the other end of the call.

There was a huge rush of garbled sound and then the woman’s voice came again, but further away. She’d dropped the phone. “Hello?” he called, making a turn towards the phone's signal. “Hello?!” Something was going terribly, horribly wrong. When the phone wasn’t picked up again, Carrington cursed and put his foot on the gas.

It felt like forever, even though it had to be less than ten minutes since the text had come in (Carrington was certain he would be getting a ticket for running more than one red light, but he couldn’t care less), but eventually Carrington found the source of the phones signal. He came to a screeching halt and exited the car without turning it off. The scene was… horrific. “What’s happened?” Carrington asked the girl, kneeling down next to her and making sure Dewey saw him. He took a moment to touch his face even as he pressed his far larger hand over the bleeding wound in Deweys neck. “It’s alright, darling.”

He turned to the girl. “There’s a green bag in the boot of my car. Would you be so kind as to fetch it for me?”

The hospital, Dewey wanted to rasp out, We’re at the hospital. His lips barely shifted even then, however, the strength slowly being sapped out from him. Though the urge to fade back into nothingness, to slip back into the dark well of unconsciousness was incredibly tempting, hearing Carrington’s voice on the discarded phone, even faintly, managed to bring him back enough to hold onto the small shred of willpower he had left. If it weren’t for that, and the young lady still talking to him, still managing to keep his withering attention, he likely would have gone completely under again.

As it was, Dewey didn’t even register a car approaching; only when Carrington was in his view did he feel a sense of relief flood through him. Oh, thank God. And he hadn’t thanked him in quite some time, but now seemed rather appropriate all the same. The brunette clenched his jaw, lips parted and moving even as no sound issued forth yet again. Although his chest gave a sudden jerk and, without warning, dark crimson spilled past his mouth, dripping copiously down his jaw. Though he whimpered in silence, stained fingers scrambled to grasp onto Carrington’s arm, body shuddering as sobs wracked his thin frame. Was he going to die like this? Bleeding out in the vicinity of a place where he had tried to save so many lives and yet, failed to preserve his own?

Dewey didn’t want to give way to weeping, but, the culmination of it all - the helplessness, the confusion, frustration - he felt broken and weak, even in the arms of someone who had seen him at one of his lowest points. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he could sink any lower besides death. But despite all of the moaning about his lot in life, he very much didn’t want to die. Not yet. Not here. Not when there was so much to do and say, and he couldn’t do or say anything now, and… A trembling hand covered over the one Carrington had clasped against his wound, gaze hazy but attempting to focus on his; apologetic, pleading.

Layla continued to put pressure on the wound, but the headlights of a car gave way to an overwhelming sense of relief. This had to have been Carrington, and even if it wasn’t, maybe they could help her. Help Dewey. Save Dewey. However, at the sound of a man’s voice, Layla’s heart sank. This wasn’t Carrington. Or was it? Before she could answer his question as he settled in next to her, she heard him call Dewey ‘darling’. A wave of emotion swept over her body, and tears seemed to flow freely. Carrington had come, and he would be with his love.

“I found him like this. He was just laying on the ground, when I was on my way home. Please help him.” Tears ran down her cheeks as she finally was able to release her hands from his neck. The request from Carrington came in the form of a blessing to give Layla a bit of a break from all the blood and potential death looming on the horizon, “I’ll get it. I’ll be quick.” And with that she was on her feet and moving towards the car.

As she reached the back and managed to get the trunk open, Layla’s eyes searched for the bag. But before she grabbed it, she had to at least take a breath. She knew she couldn’t wait that long, but when she was able to at least hold in one solid breath and release it, the redhead found herself, bag in hand, moving back to the scene of the crime, “Here you go.” Holding out the bag with bloodied hands, she let her eyes fall back on Dewey praying he would survive.

Whoever or whatever had done this had either known exactly what they were doing. Or they’d gotten lucky. Which narrowed the list to a handful of suspects. Thankfully, the parking lot was otherwise empty. The wound shouldn’t be fatal - thank Christ and all the fucking Saints - but if Dewey lost enough blood it could put him in a coma. Of sorts. “Try not to talk,” he said gently, gripping the hand Dewey latched onto his arm with. He gave it a (hopefully) reassuring squeeze, despite the internal panic he was keeping a tight lid on. When Dewey gripped Carrington’s other hand, the blondes eyes found his. What he saw there, despite the lack of words, would’ve taken away Carrington’s breath, if he had any to give. He spared a long moment to share that look with Dewey, before slowly nodding. ‘I know…’ it said. ‘Me too…’

But Carrington had to turn his focus elsewhere after that. To the girl next to them. She was barely older than a child. “He’ll be alright, I promise,” Carrington told her gently. “You did an excellent job.” She moved off to fetch the bag, and Carrington took that moment to further assess the situation. It… wasn’t ideal. But best to focus on what needed doing now. “Thank you.” He gave the girl - a wolf as far as her scent told him - a nod, and pulled a large pressure dressing from the bag before telling Dewey what he was doing. He wiped as much blood away from the other mans skin as possible before applying the dressing, making sure it was firmly attached before daring to let go. It held, but Carrington put a hand back over it just in case, but also to try and alleviate some of Dewey’s fear.

He glanced at the girl again. “I know you’re a wolf. I’m something too. So is he. So I need you to take a breath, alright? It’s all going to be fine.” He turned back to Dewey. “Can you stand? We need to get you out of here.”

Dewey immediately grimaced at the mention of talking, already feeling a knot form in his gut. Oh, there wouldn’t be much issue with that suggestion. Still, in spite of all the worry, Carrington’s presence alone was enough to assuage the worst of his anxiety. He remained completely imobile as the vampire set about wrapping him up, with all the delicate skill of someone who had obviously done this before. The fact that he had these sort of dressings in his car spoke volumes about what the other was prepared for. He was so intensely thankful for that, but more thankful for the blonde who seemed to know through one look his worst fear and without words, lay them to rest.

When the dressing had been firmly applied, Dewey hesitated before nodding, careful not to move his head about too much. He planted both hands beside him and made an attempt to push his upper body forward, when a dizziness overwhelmed him. He collapsed back onto the ground, hissing inward and panting heavily. Shit. He felt so damned weak. Gaze focused back on Carrington, and he slowly shook his head before mouthing ‘I’m sorry’.

Layla continued to stay back. She didn’t want to get in the way of Dewey getting the care that he needed. In fact, she had backed up to the point of being able to rest on the car. Tonight had been a lot. She hadn’t expected to come across anyone in this condition, let alone it be another creature. But she was just grateful she had been there to help. That hunter training had really paid off. They didn’t need to know that though. Nobody had really needed to know that except the people she had been staying with.

Glancing down at the dried blood on her hands, she began rubbing at it trying to get it off, and before long, she was trying to rub it on her pants. She didn’t want so much blood on her. It had reminded her of things her parents forced her to do when she was younger. And while the situation was completely different, it had still sent her to a place she didn’t want to be. Which begged the question, did they even still need her around?

“Look, not to just run off, but I probably need to get home. It’s getting late and…” She bit her bottom lip nervously, “I don’t really know either of you. So, like, do you need me for anything else, because, if not, I’m just gonna go…” She looked between them both. She knew Dewey was still in a bad way, but she had hoped they could manage without her. She needed to get the blood off. Needed to put on Frankie’s hoodie, find a dark corner to curl up in, and just be alone.

Carrington was immensely grateful that Dewey trusted him enough not to panic. That would likely do more harm than good, and Carrington didn’t relish the idea of having to force Dewey to do anything, even if it was for his own good. So when he lay still, Carrington worked quickly, trying to keep his own fear locked down tight. There was also the issue of the girl that was still standing nearby. She couldn’t be older than twenty, give or take. But she’d done a good thing by stopping to help. A brave thing as well, considering Dewey’s state. He would have to remember to thank her. Though it would likely fall far short of repaying what she’d done.

But that would come later. Right now he had to get Dewey out of here. He would carry him to the car if he had to, but if he could walk, that would be better all around. But it wasn’t better. If anything, it made things worse. “Alright… lie back…” Carrington said gently, taking Dewey’s hand as he practically slumped back to the ground. He was so weak. He needed… something to hold him over until they got back to Carrington’s. The hospital was right there. If Carrington could get into the blood bank, maybe-

The girl’s voice caught his attention, and Carrington blinked out of his thoughts. He turned towards her, still holding Dewey’s hand. She looked terrified. And rightly so. Carrington’s heart went out to her, it truly did, and the thought of asking her for anything else after all she’d done, after all she’d been through in the last half an hour… it almost seemed… not selfish - he would never call anything to do with Dewey’s well-being selfish - but perhaps it was almost too much. But he would ask anyway. “I’m Carrington. This is Dewey.” He gave the other man’s hand a squeeze. “You know that already. I’m a carpenter. He’s a doctor. He works just there-” Carrington gestured. “- at the hospital. He helps people. Saves lives. He’s… kind, and good, and selfless.”

Carrington swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I know I have no right to ask it of you, but… he needs blood. Not… like a human would. But… he needs to drink it. To heal.” Carrington let that fact sink in for a moment. “I have bloodpacks back at my home, but he’s very, very weak. He’s needs something before I dare move him. I would give him mine without question, except it won’t help him.” The vampire looked at the young girl, covered in blood, scared to death, halfway to bolting for home, and hoped he might one day be forgiven for what he said next. “But… yours would.”

Dewey hated this. Hated feeling so weak and vulnerable, so near a place where others defended on him to be the exact opposite. Hated himself for allowing this to happen in the first place. That he had put such a large and unnecessary burden on a young lady who didn’t deserve it, who had been freely compassionate to him, and who deserved nothing more than to be rid of the night and it’s accompanying memories. He couldn’t even begin to list how he hated himself for bringing all of this on Carrington’s shoulders. The last person he ever wanted to incite such worry in. No matter how good the elder was at concealing it, he just… he knew, it was there, threatening to rise from beneath the surface. He just knew it.

Hearing the red-head’s voice pipe up, he tilted his head back and attempted to offer her a small smile; grateful, intensely so. He would have to seek her out later on in order to properly thank her, however any means of doing so felt that it would pale in comparison to all that she had done for him tonight. He had been expecting Carrington to send her off - but when he began expanding upon Dewey’s weakness, an immediate dread filled him from head to toe, and the hand connected to Carrington’s gripped it as tightly as possible.

No, no he couldn’t dare ask that of her, not after all of this-- It wasn’t fair. Dewey shook his head weakly, gaze imploring the blonde to do something, anything other than put her through more potential trauma. Yet and still, the rational part of his mind had already wrapped around the solution and declared it sound. She obviously wasn’t human, he could smell that quite clearly - likely a shifter. Likely a werewolf. Taste aside, a few steady gulps would allow him to stand and make it to Carrington’s car, at the very least stay conscious until they could set him up with the proper nourishment at home.

He loathed the request, truly and fully, but… Damn it all, what else could he have done?

Layla continued to try and rub the stains from her hands harder into the rough material of her jeans. Why won’t this shit come off? Her heart was beating a little harder by now and the adrenaline rush she had felt earlier in the evening was starting to disappear and turn into nothing, but anxiety, “Um…” She listened as Carrington explained who they were and how she had been of service and how grateful they both were. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth from one vampire to the other. It wasn’t that it was a threatening situation, and surprisedly, Layla hadn’t been quite as skittish as she normally was. She was holding it together. Her inner animal maintained composure as she became more familiar with her surroundings and what people were capable of here.

It was the request. The request to let Dewey drink her blood that made her stand upright and no longer let the car support her weight. She bit into her bottom lip harder. The feeling of at least a little bit of fang sprouting as her nerves and anxiety seemed to continue to flourish, until her lip bled, and she could taste the metallic seeping into her mouth. Vampires could smell blood right? They could probably smell that, just like she could smell them. But what choice did she have? She couldn’t let this man die. A doctor, of all people. Someone who made it his mission to save lives. Someone who represented everything she ever fought for when she would get into ridiculously heated arguments with her parents about the ethics of letting another creature die, because of the threat her hunter parents assumed the animal, no, person was.

Her breathing heavy, she forced back the lump of dread and emotion in her throat. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it now. Her voice meek, she replied, “O-Okay…” Kneeling down beside Dewey once more, she pulled back her sleeve, and held out her wrist, palm up, so he had good access to her veins and the warm blood pulsing through her small, fair skinned form.

Carrington knew Dewey wouldn’t like it. He knew he would likely protest. And if Carrington knew of any other way to give Dewey the momentary edge he needed in order to be transferred safely, he would do it in a heartbeat. But so much could go wrong, even for an immortal. He could only hope that Dewey wouldn’t hate him once he was recovered, and that the girl - Christ, he didn’t even know her name yet - wouldn’t think them both monsters. Or wouldn’t think Dewey one, since he deserved nothing of the sort.

He turned to look at the other man when Dewey squeezed his hand. Carrington’s expression softened as Dewey shook his head. “I know… and I’m sorry. But if you fall unconscious again…” Carrington pushed a bit of bloody hair off Dewey’s brow. “Let her decide? Please?”

When he was able to turn back to the young woman - who’s attempts to wipe the blood off her hands hadn’t gone unnoticed - Carrington waited as patiently as possible for her to decide what to do. For in the end, it was up to her. If she refused… Carrington would have to take his chances and get Dewey home as soon as possible. But she didn’t. And perhaps it was wrong of him to try and tug on the young woman’s heartstrings a bit, but every word he said was true. He didn’t lie. Especially about something like this. “Neither of us will harm you, I swear it.”

Carrington held Dewey’s hand as the girl freely offered out her wrist for him to drink from. He even helped Dewey sit up a bit to make things easier on them both, glancing around to make sure there was no one in the vicinity. But when Dewey signaled he wouldn’t be able to manage any sort of effective bite, Carrington nodded. He turned to the girl again. “He’s too weak. He won’t be able to pierce the skin effectively.” There was a small pause. “Would you... allow me to do so?” He gestured gently towards her wrist. “And then let him drink? Two or three small sips should do.”

Shame was an emotion Dewey had waltzed with fairly often, shouldering it like a familiar cloak and spending a majority of his time accepting that he deserved to feel as though his very existence itself was something entirely wrong. That he hadn’t died back in the early 1900’s was some sort of mockery to God or whoever happened to be calling the shots up there beyond the atmosphere and beyond. What right did he have to be alive, when so many had perished? He’d gotten either incredibly lucky, or was being punished for the varying sins he’d committed as a human. He was never sure which it was; he had dwelt on the subject long enough to come up with at least twelve different answers. None of them were satisfactory. They never were.

His throat was already laced with the faint burn of thirst, so despicably familiar, and it only increased in severity the longer he went without feeding. Carrington’s gaze felt like the sole anchor he had in the swimming haze of disorientation, hunger and shame - heavy, thick, penetrating shame, so solid that he could beat against it and scream soundlessly, until his fists bled and his voice was raw. This wasn’t right. He was a doctor, for Christ’s sake. Vampirism be damned, he was supposed to… He wasn’t supposed to…

The urge to sob again consumed Dewey, but he somehow managed to roughly shove it down into the depths of his chest where it settled uncomfortably. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. It hardly ever did. When the young girl gradually offered up her wrist, he could have melted ice with the pitiful, apologetic frown he gave her, hoping it conveyed what he couldn’t properly in words. When Carrington bit into her wrist, he didn’t turn away - he knew all of them wanted this over as quickly as possible. The moment he saw the blood flow, he delicately clasped his mouth onto the wound, taking slow, careful swallows.

True to her nature, the blood had a… decidedly canine tinge, not at all appealing to his taste buds, but that was readily pushed aside. It was working to soothe the burn and flower in his chest, warm and hearty like a broth to someone ailing. A few gulps, then he released her wrist, but not before giving her palm a firm but gentle squeeze, red-stained lips mouthing ‘Thank you’ before he let go entirely. Already, he was beginning to use his emerging strength to search for the gauze Carrington had used, wanting to dress up her wound before sending her off. It was the very least he could do, after all.

It wasn’t that Layla was ashamed for saving Dewey’s life. Somewhere deep inside, she was proud of herself for not running away. She had already been through enough in just the past year that she would have rather hid under something dark enough to never be seen again by anyone out of fear of what life and its consequences had held. And now, she could add the title of blood donor to her list. What would Ari say? Would she scold her for saving a vampire’s life? How would her parents feel? In fact, it was probably good they had come to mind, because, now, in some way she was doing this to spite them. Saving the life of something they would have quickly put out of its misery. But it still didn’t mean she wasn’t afraid. And as she felt the pierce of fangs bury themselves into her soft, flesh, Layla let out a slight whimper.

Mind shifting and eyes growing heavy, she slowly looked over towards Dewey now that her wrist was his for the taking. Carrington’s initial impact was as gentle as you could be when biting into flesh, but the feeling of the other man draining her left her in a sort of haze. Vulnerability was at its finest, and if they had both wanted to finish her off they could. It was as if time was moving at a much slower rate and a certain euphoria was setting in. No, what he had taken from her wasn’t life threatening, but it had been enough for her to notice, so when it was all over and the fangs were pulled from her skin, it took Layla a moment to readjust to her surroundings.

Looking from Dewey to Carrington, eyes still somewhat clouded over and a certain air of innocence apparent on the teenager’s face, she spoke, “Is it done?” It wasn’t like anything she had experienced. Much faster than giving blood at a doctor’s office it seemed, and it was more personal. A connection she would hold, unspeakably, between the two men she had just helped.

Carrington was certain there would be a discussion about this evening at some point in the future. How could there not be? Especially since he knew Dewey’s feelings about feeding from others well enough by now. But that was a consequence Carrington was willing to accept if it kept Dewey safe. As was the consequence of potentially frightening a young woman beyond what was reasonable or fair. Consequences aside, as hard decisions went, this choice was an easy one. He wouldn’t let Dewey come to any lasting harm.

So when the young woman agreed, Carrington gave her a solemn nod, and a look of gratefulness, before gently taking her wrist and biting into it as gently and efficiently as possible. He didn’t take a single drop for himself, past what he couldn’t help but taste when his fangs broke the skin. Though her whimper of pain tore at his heart, despite not even knowing her name. Best to get it over with as quickly as they could then.

Dewey only took the bare minimum himself, Carrington never taking his hand from the other man’s arm. A point of contact for him to focus on. The smell of blood was rich and thick in the air, and as Carrington watched the young girl’s eyes glaze over, he knew she’d placed far more trust in them than most people would have. Perhaps that was naivety, or perhaps it was something else, such as simply having a good heart, despite the very real danger the two vampires could potentially be. But Carrington didn’t care about the blood. It wasn’t to his taste, if one wanted to be completely basic about it.

He watched the strength slowly return to Dewey’s form, and when he had taken the bare minimum he needed, Carrington helped him sit up this time. He almost protested Dewey wanting to bind the girl’s wrist - Carrington was more than capable - but decided against it. He’d had too many things taken out of his control this evening. So Carrington handed him the gauze before turning to meet the young woman’s eyes. She was coming around it seemed, which was good. Carrington touched her arm gently. “Yes, dear. It’s done. Are you alright?” His concern was clear in his expression.

Layla felt lightheaded. Almost like she wanted to lose anything she had consumed earlier in the day, but she’d live. Thank God, she’d live. Looking from Dewey to Carrington, she spoke, “Uh, yeah...Just dizzy.” She noticed how much the blood had helped the man laying on the ground, and it gave her some relief knowing she had helped him more than she initially thought she could, “Your friend, is he okay? Will he be okay?” She looked back to Carrington. Would they need her help after this? Would she have to help pick him up? So many questions that seem to matter now knowing she could trust them after she had allowed Dewey to drink.

Slowly crawling over to the car, she used it as leverage to get up. Once she was on her feet, Layla rested her hands on the vehicle to steady herself. It wasn’t enough to do any harm, but the teenager had never been good when it came to giving blood. In fact, the only time she ever donated to the Red Cross, she had nearly passed out, “It’s a good thing I became a werewolf and not a vampire.” With a haze hanging over her, she turned around one foot at a time to look at the two creatures on the ground, “Now, can I go?”

Her wrist dutifully bandaged by Dewey, Carrington looked the girl over with a concerned, experienced eye. She looked a bit peaked, and a fair bit shaken and uncertain, but as these things went, it could’ve been a lot worse. “That’ll pass. You need fluids and rest. No alcohol if possible.” Carrington looked to Dewey, who still looked weak and paler than usual, but who was awake and sitting up on his own. He gave his shoulder a small squeeze before turning his attention to their young companion. “Yes, he’ll be alright now. Thanks to you.”

Slowly, Carrington rose to his feet and stepped towards her. He gave a soft laugh and a gentle smile at her comment. “The tenacity and bravery of wolves is unmatched in our world.” Carrington didn’t have to look at Dewey to know the other vampire would agree with what he said next. “You have our eternal gratitude, my lady wolf. And I am in your debt. We both are. If there’s anything you ever need, just ask.” Out of life-long habit, Carrington gave her a tiny bow of his head when she asked if she could go. “Of course. Though… would you prefer a ride home instead? I’ve room for another,” he said, gesturing to the still idling vehicle. “It’s not safe out here, after all.”

#chatzy #p: good samaritan #p: dewey #p: layla #potw #medical blood tw #vomit tw #//for coughing up blood #//this was a fun ride!#//sorry not sorry for the description ILU <333

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The Ultimate Introduction to Hosoya Yoshimasa Part 1 [Everything you should know about Hosoya Yoshimasa #3]

37th Birthday Special

10 February, the ultimate day as a certain baby turns 37. Time really flies... I still remember creating posts for his 36th bday last year in my main account @akaskira

This is taken from a Chinese source: PukiWiki

Translated by me!

Introduction

Source: 新R25 Interview (Japanese)

Hosoya Yoshimasa [細谷佳正]

Born 10 February, 1982 in Onomichi, Hiroshima.

Height of 175 cm (5 feet 7), Blood Type B

Left hander.

Was a member of Mausu Promotion till 1 July 2014 and has been Freelance since.

Nicknames include Yosshi (used by Ono Yuuki), Posoya-kun (used by Sugita Tomokazu)

Called Hosoyan by fans and Hikasa Yoko

According to himself, has rarely been given nicknames.

Favourite food includes sea urchin. Likes to drink but doesn’t smoke.

Likes ghost story and horror movies but gets scared as hell in haunted houses (click for link!)

Probably can see ghosts - many colleagues have heard real ghost experiences from him.

Okamoto Nobuhiko once said he wanted to go to haunted house most with Hosoya as his reaction is interesting

In the world of Male seiyuu Singers, he is considered to be of mid-high ranking.

Used to do busking and released his own songs.

Sang albums for character Shiraishi Kuranosuke in “Prince of Tennis”

The first album “Medicine or...?” got 7th in Most Daily Played and 10th in Most Weekly Played. The second album “Poision” achieved 3rd in Daily and 6th in Weekly [Oricon Style]

CD or LIVE, his performance is worth a praise. His condition has been good since his first performance, “Prince of Tennis Hundred Song Marathon”. He then received praise for his singing plus dancing in FESTA 2009, and also is the first from Prince of Tennis to have his very own solo concert and album in 2010.

Doesn’t really sing as his characters, so the songs you hear are all his own style.

Seiyuu with the same experiences as him include Tsubasa Yonaga, Kaji Yuuki, Okamoto Nobuhiko etc.

One of Mima Masafumi (Director of audiography)’s favourite seiyuu. It’s like wherever there’s Mima there’s Hosoya

Experiences

High School

Used to be in fencing and acting clubs, and quit fencing for acting.

Was in a leader position in acting, but didn’t know whether to pursue it.

After that, watched “Martian Succesor Nadesico: The Motion Picture - Prince of Darkness” recommenced by a friend and decided to be a seiyuu as he was inspired by Yamadera Koichi’s character.

Voiced in the remake Space Battleship Yamato 2199 as Katou Saburou, fulfilling his dream of voicing with Yamadera.

Achieved Best Supporting Character Awards in 2014 and 2016 tho he has no luck in MC

Characteristics

Has a natural mid-range voice, therefore often gets cool / calm Sports Captain roles. To other people, Hosoya can also be seen as a man who’s calm with few words.

Because he started as acting in Western works, he’s better at “natural calmness” performances rather than exaggerated.

Mostly voices young characters from straightforward to cold ones. Also can voice as some bad “Uncle” (Ixion Saga DT as Pet)

Basically after Takamatsu Shinji’s (animator) favourtism, his image has disappeared (this is a compliment)

Maybe because Hosoya’s tone is a little plain (Hey!!) he rarely voices as MC but as supporting roles (MC’s friends etc)

For some reason, always voice some “big Brother” characters and recently, 80% of his roles are muscular guys

Accepted more roles as he grew popular.

Voiced as an insane character in a game “Princess Arthur” and received praise for it.

Before that, also voiced incanely in “Edel Blume” but the game wasn’t good so it wasn’t popular

Common traits of his characters: glasses, prideful, disses, dialect.

Real person is a helpless dork which is totally different from his characters, so may surprise people who don’t know him well.

Started by dubbing in Western shows / movies, so isn’t known in ACG (Animation, Comic, Game) community until his role as Shiraishi.

One of the few who dubs a lot in both ACG and Western films, where he voices in almost every season.

Often receives dialect roles (Osaka, Fukui, Hiroshima etc). Says that his voice is like a plain Ochazuke (rice with tea).

Has very few R18 works.

In BLCD, only appeared for a passerby and never a seme/uke role.

With the exception of Miyano Mamoru and Irino Miyu who both have acting backgrounds, Hosoya being famous even without a R18 character is considered as really special.

People may mistake Hosoya as voicing in more shoujo themed anime due to his popularity with women and large variety, but he actually focuses more on dub and shonen works.

Hosoya EVERYWHERE

In 2016 October, he accepted roles from 12 more works out of his normal ones, and with different varieties as well.

Probably because of overperformance, he hurt his throat and took a break from 23 April 2017 to August 2017.

Personality

Speciality: plays guitar and likes shooting

Is bad at technology so doesn’t have Twitter or personal blog (except link)

Known as the most woman-like male seiyuu.

Ogata Megumi: “Among male and female seiyuu, the one with most girl powers is Hosoya Yoshimasa.”

Actually also wants to be popular so often asks tips from other male seiyuu

A member of Mizuki Nana’s female team

Proved by a lot of people that he loves to talk about love.

Self-claimed masochist. Is actually also very masochistic

Gets nervous easily and sweats a lot. When he’s nervous, he always speak incoherently / stammers so he’s often teased by others.

Always at the bottom of the food pyramid.

In Free, was bullied by “predators” Miyano Mamoru and Suzuki Tatsuhisa.

Nobunaga Shimazaki: “Sorry—”

Hosoya: “We’re not gonna lose like this!!”

Masafumi Mima: “In Knb, 50% of seiyuu were new and perhaps to calm their berves they decided to tease someone. That someone is Hosoya. Even though he’s the captain, his reaction when bullied is priceless.”

Known as the natural dork, which often comes into topic when he’s not around.

Has a weird way of thinking sometimes.

Often leaves audience and cast speechless (and is usually made fun of later), but can tell he means what he says, and usually still has a good relationship with others.

Likes to not look at the camera in pictures, affecting people around him. Fans have also started to imitate it.

Easy to go along with and humble.

Often calls person with “san” behind and uses respectful language (formal)

Depending on atmosphere, he does call people by their first name and vice versa.

People he calls first names include Ono Kenshou, Osaka Ryota, Ishikawa Kaito etc.

“Will go crazy in unreasonable situations” - Hikasa Yoko

Too many sports roles. Fans often say he can “hold an Olympic on his own” and those roles are still renewing.

Some include tennis, Basketball, baseball, soccer, Volleyball, piano, drums, judo, karuta, Swimming, rugby, ice skating.

Fans often check if he’s voicing in new sports anime - and it’s a common habit.

Seems to also notice himself and talks about doing them sometimes.

Relationships

Male Magnet.

Attracts both senpai and junior’s appreciation.

Accidentally stepped into a gay bar and was almost harassed.

Even Fukuyama Jun, who doesn’t work with him much, would mention him from time to time.

Kamiya Hiroshi: “He’s a good kid who’s too serious.”

Has many hidden fans in the industry. Ishikawa Kaito has played his songs directly from his phone before.

Others

Likes girls who’s younger but mature big Sister type omg that’s me

Seems to like... boobs, D-cup in particular.

Had a defect where he was born with six fingers on his right hand but had the extra surgically removed.

Was a fan of the manga “Ushio and Taro” so was very happy when he voiced Akiba Nagare in it.

To be continued

I’ve kind of run out of space so I’m going to do a separate post later. For now, I’m so glad I decided to rewatch anime or I wouldn’t have found out about this adorable dork who made me who I am. I just came back from Japan after studying there for about 4 months, and it had just been the best knowing we were in the same country, breathing the same air, almost living in the same city.

While I didn’t manage to go to a Hosoyan event, I would definitely go at least once just to “meet” and see him live.

I love him with all my heart and wish him the best in everything.

#hosoya yoshimasa #hosoyan #facts #everything you should know #happy birthday!!!!#hbd to my baby #yes thats my baby right there #i love him so much u cant imagine #february 10 #37 years old #pls get married #translation #my translation #skira translate

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lonley-artist-who-likes-mc · 6 years ago

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Roceit Oneshot!

Just a small warning, i don’t know how good this will be and knowing my luck its gonna be horrible oops. I might turn this into a story someday but idk. For now, here it is! I hope Its decent Warnings; Not much~Crying/heartbreak, cursing I think, lying(obviously)

If there are any more warning I should add just tell me and ill add them

{3rd Person}

Obviously, trying to convince Virgil to get on his side was proving to be difficult and almost impossible. Deceit was fearing that he wouldn't be able to get anyone, that is until the Crofters Musical. He saw how vulnerable Roman actually was, despite his facade Roman puts on, and his whole plan got shifted.

Yes, Deceit would prefer Virgil, but he did see some perks with Roman. Roman was able to conjure up anything he’d like, he is able to put up a great fight, and has great influence over Thomas. All Deceit needs to do is give Roman appreciation and show him he ‘cares’ for him and just wants him to give the recognition he ‘deserves’ and he’ll have him wrapped around his little finger.

Now all he has to do, is make sure the others don’t get in the way, to talk Roman out of this. Oh and did he have the perfect plan, it would be very much lying but it’ll be fun, for Deceit at least.

{Deceit’s POV}

Now, I know lying is bad and whatever, but it's just so FUN, it fills me with joy, and I needed to do it in order to activate my plan. That is, after step one. Which was stealing poor Virgil’s hoodie and hiding it in the forest of the imagination. Now for step two, contact Patton and Logan to get them to think Virgil’s in danger, perfect~

First I went to Patton, him being the most gullible of course. I put on fake panic and knocked rapidly, then he answered, looking concerned, he always tried to see ‘good’ in me, so this’ll be to my advantage.

“Pa..Patton! I was..I was just trying to Tease Virgil by running into the woods with his hoodie...I was gonna give it back I swear! But..but he got trapped..and attacked! He..he needs help! I got Roman..I got him, you just need..need to get Logan please! I didn't mean any of this!” I put on a slight pant to show I ran here, and the most worried and guilty eyes I can manage, even did a few tears, of I'm so good at this.

Patton of course took the bait, thinking his ‘dark strange son’ was in trouble. He hugged me and told me it was going to be alright then ran to Logan's room across the hall, briefly telling him what I had. I saw the panic set into him, oh this is just perfect. I watch as they both sprint away and I chuckle lowly. Step two, Complete! Now for the Third and possible last Step if this goes well.

Getting up from the spot I had ‘collapsed’ on, I brushed off the dust and dirt and strode down the hall calmly, letting a smirk rest on my face, cause I knew my plan was going just the way I wanted it to. I soon stopped at the royal’s door and fixed my hat, this’ll be easy. Knocking I patiently waited until the prince opened the door. Once I’m met with a confused look and a soft whisper of my name. I gently took his hand and kissed it, I could visibly see him blush.

“Hello my dear Prince Charming” I spoke softly, but loud enough for him to hear, looking up at him,he was already falling into my grasp, this is to easy”May I come in, my lovely Prince?” I asked oh so flirtatiously, he was a quick one to let me in. I strode into his room, him closing the door behind me and walked closer.

“This, is a very lovely surprise Deceit, but what are you doing here?” he asked me confused, I smirked and went behind him. I held both of his shoulders and leaned in, whispering into his ear.

“I'm just trying to give you the love you deserve my lovely Prince. The others don’t give you enough, always treating you wrong, pushing you aside for being too dramatic. They aren't giving you the recognition you deserve. They don’t appreciate you, but I do, Roman, I’ll make you feel like a king” I gently rub his shoulders to give what I said extra effect and wait for my words to set in, unlike Virgil, he didn't flat out deny those words, looks to me Roman is actually considering them!

“D..Deceit..” he whispers, obviously at a loss of words, I have him already. He’s mine. I gently wrap my arms around his waist and gently set my chin on his shoulder, looking at his forming blush.

“I hate to be the one to tell the truth,Ii mean I'm the one who’s supposed to lie. But I could obviously give you more recognition, I could give you love. All they see you as is your prince like nature, your the romance and love. They don't see you for your full self. You’re CREATIVITY, not just love. And I’ll make sure you're heard, I’ll make you feel wanted and not ignored like the rest,” I lean closer to his ear, whispering,”Just trust me, let me give you what you want.”

I hear his breath hitch and I smirk, slowly pulling away from Roman and taking a step back, watching what he does, waiting for what I know is about to happen. He turns to me, a hint of love and determination in his eyes. He takes a step closer.

“Take me, Deceit. Please, if you're really going to do all that stuff you said you were, prove it, show me please.” Bulls-eye, I got him. I hum and walked around him for a moment, looking him up and down.

“I will gladly do that, I just have to take you somewhere you’ve never been-” Before I could even finish my sentence before Roman was holding my shoulders, looking slightly up at me, since I was a bit taller than he was.

“Shut up and just take me,” he said with dominance, making me smirk and grab his hips.

“If you wish, my prince,” I held his hand and left his room, heading down the hall, past Virgil’s room and down the dark hall, it barely being lit.

We get to a section of the hall with one section fully lit and my door there, I turned to Roman, watching his slightly nervous but determined expression.

“Ready for a transformation my Prince~?” Roman looked at me, we locked eyes for a moment.

“Yes” was all he said.

{Virgil’s POV}

After that fateful day were Deceit through my hoodie into the lake, and Patton and Logan running to me in a panic, after a lie deceit told them, we haven't seen Roman since. We were honestly scared what happened to him. We all realized what Deceit’s intentions were by now, to get Roman, but we still don't know why, and it scares all of us.

One day, the three of us were heading to the commons, but, it was completely different. Everything was pushed to the side of the walls, the kitchen boarded up, and two people in the middle on a throne..

I stared in shock at the two people. Deceit cheekily sat in the throne, staring right back at us, one hand on Roman’s hip who was sitting in his lap. And Roman looked completely different..His normal white he wore was black, but the gold stayed, he was also wearing a black and gold crown, arms around Deceits neck, looking content and happy.

“Roman?” Patton spoke up, sounding just as shocked as all of us feel. He only looked over and rose an eyebrow, not moving from his spot. Deceit let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

“Roman, what are you doing?” Logan spoke up this time, taking a step forward as Patton wrapped an arm around me.I felt my heart aching. Patton hugged me, he knew about my slight crush on the fanciful trait, but seeing this..Oh god.

Roman huffed and rolled his eyes, not moving from his spot, just slightly glaring to say ‘oh, you don’t know’? Of course we didn't know!

“Roman please, we’ve been looking for you for a full week now, what… What's going on?” Patton’s voice rang out next to me, I just watched as the two on the throne chuckled at us. Roman nuzzling Deceit’s neck and whispering something to him, making me sick to my stomach. Soon Deceit spoke up.

“He’s been with me of course. I’ve been showering him with love, showing him how important creativity is, and how he’s not just the romance and love, he truly is creativity” he looks Roman in the eyes and strokes his cheek as he finished his sentence, making me bare my teeth, my blood boiling. Roman spoke up, surprising us.

“Dee has been treating me so well~ Been treating me like his queen, why did you guys ever think he was bad, he’s such a love bug!” I clench my fist, not even realizing but I was almost yelling.

“Are you an idiot! He’s just pretending to love you! So he can use you and your power! He doesn't really care, once he’s done with you he’ll just toss you out like you're a piece of trash!” I should know this, it's happened with me, I don’t want it to happen to Roman. Everyone stares at me, shocked. Roman stood up angrily but Deceit held roman’s hand, coaxing him back into his lap.

“Yes, that is how I treated you,” Deceit spat out, me and him having a stare down,” My original plan was to fo that with Roman, but after just one day, against everything I thought, I fell for this lovely trait. And that love, the first time I felt true love, fueled me. And I couldn't hurt my queen, I’ll never dream of it.” Roman let out a giggle and kissed Deceit’s cheek. If it weren't for the circumstances, they’d be a cute couple..

“Virgil,” Roman’s voice came out, we lock eyes,” I'm sorry it had to be this way, I did like you, I had a crush on you in fact. But, Deceit came in and swooped me off my feet. You should have acted sooner,” I stared, wide eyes as I felt my breathing get caught in my throat, my heart beginning to ache. Next thing I knew I was in my room with someone loudly knocking and yelling out my name at my door as I hid under my covers on my bed and sobbed my heart out.

{Third Person}

Logan watched as Virgil ran away, Patton soon following him. He looks back at the two traits in front of him, who were whispering sweet nothings to each other. He, just couldn't believe any of this, even the logical trait couldn't understand how this could happen, how easily Deceit had Roman around his finger. Had they really fallen in love? Or was it for show?

Meanwhile, Deceit and Roman continued to love each other. Believe it or not, Deceit truly did fall for Roman, and Roman fell for Deceit, though they could and would be a mischievous couple, they were obviously happy with each other.

But what’ll happen why Thomas finds out about them? How awkward will it be to make videos? Let’s just say It’s about to get crazy. Not only for the sides, but for Thomas as well.

#deceit sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #roceit

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hodgeofthepodge-blog · 6 years ago

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Ok, so today I FINALLY saw Teen titans go to the movies and I have to say... I really enjoyed it. 😊😊 Whilst waiting for this movie to start playing, I decided to start essentially, blogging my current situation to pass the time and Well...here's the results:

Ok so I need to find a way to distract myself so I’m gonna talk about how I am currently waiting to watch teen titans go to the movies... yeah. This is my life. Judge me. I honestly deserve it XD. See the thing is Tara strong, the voice of raven on both teen titans and teen titans Go, tweeted over a month ago about how if this does well enough at the box office, they will make a season 6 of the original teen titans alongside teen titans go. Upon reading this I was sceptical at first but over time my ecstasy grew as more and more of the main cast of both shows would further confirm this as fact and so this is why I have come to see this film...to help ‘fund' a possible season 6 of the original teen titans as I love it so dearly.

I’d make the joke that I have to barge through loads of children to get to my seat but...yeah nobody's here...yet ‘:D then again this has been screening here since the 3rd of August as opposed to my normal cinema which decided to wait to screen it on the 17th...to then not screen it... yeah... /:(

Luckily I found out they were screening it here last night and so I gave myself a task for today: get here in time to see this movie as tomorrow is the last screening they have for it... at 9:40 in the morning no less...

Deciding I didn’t want to die yet, I decided to pull an all-nighter and have a lovely cold coffee to keep me alive AND afloat (trust me, BOTH are required) and see this movie which has been getting surprisingly good reviews. I love teen titans and while I’m not the biggest fan of teen titans Go, I must admit they do have the occasional really funny joke. XD

So with the positive reviews and fairly good jokes on occasion in mind...I’m hoping this movie is funny and that I enjoy it...and if I don’t... then that’s ok too because I already feel as though I’ve done my bit towards supporting a possible season 6 and the return of one of my favourite animated shows ever... scratch favourite SHOWS ever, period.

UPDATE: There's an awful lot of children now...not going to see this movie apparently... ’XD

My seat, according to my ticket at least, is L9. As I have never been to this cinema before we can only pray that I battle my way through the vast sea of seats (sea-ts?) And live to see this film.

I hope for bbrae. Both in this film and in the possible season 6, I just...really need it ok. I can feel you judging me...stop it... Please?

UPDATE: My god...more Children

UPDATE: There is a woman sat in front of me outside the screening rooms, eating nachos rather loudly...she is slurping while she chews...I question how this is even possible, will have to research further.

UPDATE: whilst writing the previous UPDATE, the woman has left. The only logical conclusion is that she has sensed my...’bad vibes’ as people now say.

Teen titans is so damn good man, I forget how good it is everyone I watch it and then I’m just like “aaaaagh yusss, inject it into my soul Please!” As you do...

Yesterday my mother was very kind to order me a teen titans t shirt from redbubble. It was very kind and generous of her, and it is an odd coincidence that I checked out this cinema last night because of it, if it weren’t for her generosity, I may not have seen and or supported this film at all. Perhaps some things were just destined to occur?

UPDATE: 15 minutes now until the film starts, I grow excited and also gratitude that my time if waiting and writing about my current situation in life draws closer to an end. Having no mobile data can be quite a pain when you need something to pass the time and have no other options of entertainment available to you. I shall enter the room when the clock on my phone strike 12:10. I am hesitant however, as the rooms are in very close proximity and I can hear one of the many films currently playing, I hope that one of them is not in screen 5 as this is my screening room

UPDATE: I hear adverts coming from what I believe is my screening room. This makes me feel slightly better. 2 minutes remain and I shall enter the room. I have evacuated my bladder and am glad because of this. I was reminded by this by a father reminding his young son to urinate before observing this motion picture. I hear his squeaky trainers. Oddly squeaky indeed. Yes it is a toilet...fascinating.

UPDATE: Whilst writing this update my phone clock has struck 12:10. I shall now enter room5... I shall see you on the other side...wish me luck. X

UPDATE: I am now in the screening room and they have not started screening any adverts yet and the only other people in here is a family of 4, a mother, father, a boy and I think a girl but I’m not sure. There's a distinctly sweaty smell in the air, I hope it’s not me. XD

UPDATE: I’m not sure where I’m meant to be sat as row L is not highlighted.

UPDATE: omg...dude please don’t rest your balls on someone’s face...(yep I’ll have to explain that one later...) (that was really funny though and I almost burst out laughing and that would have sounded really weird...WAS AND SOMEONE JUST SAT IN FRONT OF HIM AS I WAS WRITING THIS AAAAAGGH. What are the odds? Basically the father guy started slouching in his seat to a point where his crotch was overhanging the seat in front of him and he said "if anyone sits in front of me,I'm gonna have to rest my balls on their face!"...and as if on queue... someone sat in front of him...

Lucky justice league shirt on!

UPDATE: the lights have dimmed and the screen is on.

UPDATE: I have now seen the movie. Verdict: it was good. I laughed quite a bit. There were quite a lot of poop and fart jokes though, maybe a few too many. Loved the dc and marvel references though. I did my part and I enjoyed it... and now to go home...in an hour.

#teen titans #teen titans go #teen titans go to the movies #teen titans season 6 #mindless ramblings

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magicallibary · 6 years ago

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Diary of The Unreal Gem

A/N: I wanted to try something different so, I went with a diary format for this one and I quite like how it came out. It’s also left to your interpretation a bit: you decide who the main character is and their relationship with the male in the story. So, hope you enjoy and have a great rest of your day :D

Word Count: 1681 Words Warnings: Character feeling uncomfortable and scared (there’s probably more but I don’t really know how to frase it :P)

Summary: After a seemingly fun trip, this diary’s owner’s friend/lover/other starts changing rather quickly. To say the least, they’re worried about him.

May 10th, 2019

I’ve never felt this confused before. I knew he was acting a bit off since a while ago, but, I never expected it to go this far. By ‘this far’ I mean, I’m becoming scared of him. Everything still feels really strange; almost like I’m living in a strange nightmare.

In the 8 years I’ve known him, nothing like this has ever happened. So, why now? I feel like I know or, use to know but, why can’t I remember? It’s all so bizzare.

I guess I’ll have to flick back through these pages, while he’s sleeping. I think he still sleeps, anyway. I’m not entirely sure. But, if I manage to read back, I should probably be able to piece something together. At least, hopefully.

April 2nd, 2019

We had a wonderful day today! We went to this awesome exhibition about different discoveries from around the world and we even got a private tour of the place and got to touch some of the things! All for free! How generous is his friend, right? I couldn’t believe it when we got told all of this. Because, he has a friend who works in caves, he explores and discovers amazing things so, when they opened this exhibition he invited him to see the amazing gem he found a few years back. A friend told me her brother saw it once. It’s called the Unreal Gem. Some say, the first person who saw it went insane, that his personality began changing in the matter of seconds. But that’s just a story.

Sadly, I didn’t get to hold it. Only he did. The gem was extremely big and a shiny green color. I didn’t get to see it properly; our explorer friend said ‘it was too dangerous for me.’ I only know it must have been amazing since he looked at it for a very long time, his green eyes wouldn’t leave it!

Sadly, he’s acting a bit distant right now.

When we got home, I tried to ask him what the gem was like and he gave me a very short response. Something like: ‘yeah, yeah, really pretty.’ His eyes didn’t meet mine as he spoke and they haven’t since, which is strange, since he always looks at me while we talk.

I guess he’s just tired. I hope he gets a good night rest and, hopefully, he’ll be the same cheery person he’s always been. And that I love.

April 9th, 2019

He’s acting extremely strange now. In just a few days it’s gotten way weirder and I’m starting to get worried by it. I’ve tried to ask him about it, but he’s completely ignoring me. I feel like I’m talking to myself. I miss our chats and our lovely conversations, now that he barely looks at me. I’ve even tried to get his attention but he won’t budge out of his in trance-like state. He’ll sit on the couch and look straight ahead for hours at a time, sometimes I get the feeling that he isn’t even blinking.

For some reason I feel like that gem is what did this to him, but, that doesn’t really make sense, does it? I’m really trying to find out what’s wrong with him, I have been for the last few days. It’s proving to be extremely difficult, though. I just want him back; I really miss him.

April 18th, 2019

There’s a strange smell around the house still; the same that started two days ago and it’s still there. I can’t really describe it. It’s not particularly horrible but it isn’t nice either. I’ve never smelt anything like it. It sort of smells like a chemical but not entirely; it’s too strange to simply be a chemical. It’s not too strong, not in any way over-powering but, sometimes I have to go outside to get rid of it for a moment. After a while it makes my thoughts become foggy. I even start forgetting things easily; it’s really messing with me.

I also haven’t seen him in days. He just suddenly disappeared a few days before the scent began. It makes me wonder if he’s the one responsible for it. It wouldn’t really surprise me if that were true. Until I know though, I’ll keep trying to find out what the source is. Wish me luck.

April 29th, 2019

This morning I woke up and I think something is missing. Something that used to be here but isn��t anymore.

There’s the smell of the spring flowers coming through the open windows, which makes everything feel a little bit better. Unlike him, today. When I first saw him this morning, his clothes were different. By different, I mean completely different. I grabbed my phone to check if I was right- just in case I was going mad- and he’s never worn anything like that.

A dark red shirt covers his chest but the bottom of it looks like it went through a shredder. His pants seem to be completely made out of black leather, similar to his black and purple toe-length coat. Metal chains are hung around his body, some wrapping around his limbs and one even wraps loosely around his neck several times. The dark colors make his eyes look brighter; a bright green that feels like it would grab your complete attention if you look at them for too long.

I better go- he just called after me and something tells me I should listen to what he has to say.

May 3rd, 2019

It’s getting worse.

He’s barely eating now. I say ‘now,’ I honestly can’t remember if he ate yesterday or not. He’s still not going outside, he won’t even look out through the closed windows. Also, I haven’t seen him change his clothes since the day he completely changed them. At least I think so.

He’s noticing me more now. I’m not sure how I feel about that. At some point in the past, I would’ve welcomed his attention, the small touches his fingers would do across my arms. But, again, I’m not so sure now. When did that get so sinister?

He’s also whispering to himself more. I’ve never been able to understand what he says, though. I’ve really tried. Additionally, he won’t let me inside his room anymore, the door is locked all the time and I can’t get it opened.

He is chatting with me more, which gives me hope that, after this lowest point is over, he’ll begin to slowly get better. I sure hope that’s right. I don’t know what I’ll do otherwise.

May 8th, 2019

If I thought it was bad before, I had no idea how bad it could get.

Before, he wouldn’t go outside but, now, he isn’t letting me outside of these walls. Not even to the backyard. Also, that strange smell is back but, it’s stronger now. Way stronger. So strong that it feels like my mind is thinking less and forgetting certain things for a few minutes before turning itself on again.

Sometimes, he locks himself up in his room and suddenly starts screaming. Like he was in pain. At first, I’ve tried getting inside the room, but, I can’t. I’ve tried everything: lock picking, force opening it, maybe even kicking it down; nothing works.

Now that I’ve given up on that, I’ve tried to escape while he’s inside, but, that doesn’t work either. As soon as I even begin to open any door, the screaming would stop, the house becoming extremely silent. In the span of seconds, he’ll be besides me, his hand rising from the back of my neck to the top of my head, where my short hair starts.

He’ll sometimes lean in real close, his lips brushing my ear slightly and whisper something. I can’t seem to recall what he whispers, but, I know he does do it. Why can’t I remember?

Other times, he’d simply grip my wrist and pull me away from the door, gently. He’ll let go of his tight hold as soon as I sit down on a chair. Then, his large hands would rest on the sides of my face, his greens hiding behind his eyelids as his lips would brush a quick kiss on the crown of my head. Usually, this action would be considered nice, even safe, in fact, I once loved it when he did this. Now, though, his lips feel colder, like his stare, that use to be welcoming and that seemed to wash a sense of safety over you. Those times feel so far away that I’m actually beginning to think I’ve imagined it. But, how was it so real?

I just want to close my eyes and escape this horrid nightmare.

May 13th, 2019

If anyone finds this, never, ever look or find the Unreal Gem. Don’t let anyone find it.

The effects of the smell have banished and I remember everything now. I did a bit of research about the gem, which was my original concern and I found something. The information about the gem gets past around and the people who hear about it are the ones who suffer. The person who hears about it, one of the people they know and care about, will somehow look at the gem. This causes their personality to change completely. They’ll begin to lose themselves in the effect of the gem. Soon enough, they’ll change so much that they’ll become controlling, hurtful and so much more. If you’re reading this and if you’ve read some past entries, then, you know about the gem. I’m so sorry.

I’m currently hiding in my room, I’ve locked the door and I can hear his loud steps walking around outside. I can’t really tell how far away he is, but I know he can’t be that far away. I can feel my hands begin to shake, I’ve never been so scared of a person before.

I don’t wait. Is that the door opening? Alright, he’s coming in! Don’t look at the Unreal Gem. Please. Pleas-

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BNHA self insert AU [Book 3]

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Chapter 2: Want To Get a Healthy Snack Rebecca?

Lo and behold, it’s the first day of winter break....and I’m scared! I try to play it cool at breakfast, but I could not stop looking at my mom and how neutral she looks.

“Iwata, suit up into fitness clothes” Mom tells me when the other two brats left the table “We’ll be leaving in 5 minutes.”

“Okay mom” I respond and make my way to my room to suit up. I literally felt like I was going to have an anxiety attack as I zipped up my training hoodie.

“Hey, can I come in?” my dad said as he peeked his head into my open door.

“Um sure” I tried to keep it together.

“I got you something that will help” he said as he handed me some terry cloth items.

“Sweat bands?” I questioned as I took a closer look “how will-”

“Just trust me” he assured me with a smile “they just might get you the upper hand at the right moment.”

“Thanks dad....I guess” I said as I put them on.

“Good luck Iwata”

I do my breathing exercise then go downstairs to meet up with my mom.

“Good, I was just about to yell for you” my mom checked her phone “Now, we’ll be going somewhere a little private for this part of the training. This is one of three steps of training with our quirk. You might not get it at first, but never get discouraged! For you can always bounce back in unexpected ways.”

“I’m ready for anything!”

“Hup! I’ma stop you there son” she held her hand up “One is never ready for the unexpected and fickle ways that only life provides. That mindset makes you think limitedly, instead say, ‘I am open for anything that I will face next’.”

I thought about it but it didn’t make that much sense to me “Umm, I am open for anything that I will face next?”

Before my mom responded, a portal opens up in front of the house “Oh! That’s our ride.”

I follow my mom outside to meet up with my uncle Jin “Everything is all set up and ready for training!” reported uncle Jin to my mom.

“Thank you Jin” she turned to me “come on, jump in.”

I hate portal hopping, something about it makes my skin crawl and stomach flip. So with eyes shut, I jump through but my feet don’t touch the floor. Upon opening my eyes, I see that my mom was levitating me and herself in this padded room. And I mean that this whole room was covered in padding, even the doors!

“Huh? A padded room?”

“Yup, first rule, shoes off” she said as she kicked off hers.

I followed suit and got set down.

“Come to the middle and sit” she ordered as she walked “This won’t be easy Iwata, I taught you how to control your quirk when you have triggers but using it beyond mundane tasks is hard work and takes up all of your energy. Lucky for you, I’m here to train you! Unfortunately for you, I’m here to train you.”

I raised my brow to that last part “How am I both lucky and unlucky?!”

“I’ll show you” She sneered “First order, catch yourself.”

She proceeded to use her telekinesis to jerk me up into the air. I didn’t know what to do, so I closed my eyes and tried to use my quirk. But my body hit the ground, though not hurt, I was certainly shocked.

“No time to process it” she did again, and I landed face first “the first steps of stabilizing your quirk is to think fast and never waste a moment.” She tossed me a little higher this time but I still didn’t act fast enough “Focus, breathe steady and keep your eyes on me” she said before tossing me up “never lose sight of the enemy! Not for a second!”

I lost count how many times she tossed me like a rag doll. I really don’t know how to activate my telekinesis properly, if I’m being honest. The most I do with it is hold my coffee and turn the pages of my music when I’m playing...WAIT! I have to pretend to be a hot cup of coffee and see if that’ll work. Focus...breathe...aaaand BE THE CUP! I was maybe a foot away from landing face first.

“Wow! All it took 60 tries and you got it” mom gave a satisfied look “Now, set yourself down.”

Shit, I don’t know how to do that without just letting go of myself....I still landed face first.

“We’re going to continue to do this until you master catching yourself and setting yourself down properly” she sternly said “We can’t move on until you do! So you best get the feeling ingrained into your cabeza Iwata.”

“Yes mom” I groaned as I stood up.

“You will refer to me as 19 during our training sessions” she levitated me up slowly “Savvy?”

“Yes 19″ I responded, intimidated by her shift in tone.

“Good!” she dropped me without warning “lets get serious!”

I really wish I got it down same day, but my ass took almost a week to stop slamming myself face first. Not gonna lie, I was starting to despise my mom.

“Okay, so you mastered the catch and set down” mom said as she put her hands behind her “Now we start some mental endurance.”

“Oh? What do we do?” I ask innocently.

I watch her float up towards the ceiling and ‘sit’ upside down “Float up here and see how long you last before falling.”

“What?!” I was taken back by her orders “without a net?!”

“That’s why I had you master catching yourself first” she responded “so falling won’t be an issue and all your focus will go to holding yourself up.”

I start to sweat, as I’ve never levitated myself higher than 3 feet upwards. So doing the first part was a feat in itself. FOUR DAYS! It took me four days of this part of training to realize what she meant by limited thinking. I was thinking too much on what I’ve never done, and didn’t consider my engines! She said to get up there and do the thing, not limited to just telekinesis. So I took off my jacket and did a little jump, activated my engines for an upward boost and at the right moment I levitated myself up the rest of the way.

“Great job Iwata!” mom applauded “I didn’t have to spell it out for you, better than your dad I have to say. So hold yourself up here as long as possible.”

“What if I fall?” I asked as I positioned myself in siting position.

“You do it again, this exercise is to not only do endurance but to see how long your recoup time is. Every time you fall, time your rest time and try to shorten them every time.” She looked at her stopwatch “the main goal is to hold yourself up for at least 5 minutes.” she stretched and sprawled out on the ceiling “I could do this for hours when I was your age, but then again, I’ve been self-training since I was 6. Not to flex of course.”

I narrowed my eyes but that made me lose concentration, so I fell. Upon safely landing I yelled “How long was that?!”

“40 seconds!” responded mom “Don’t lose concentration! Do it again.”

Keep in mind I was doing this training when my mom has free time all winter break. Plus with the physical fitness part in between sessions, everything was a training opportunity. That trampoline I got came in clutch for quirk training! With the disciplines my mom enforced, I applied it to self-training myself with my engine quirk. Dad can’t really tell me how to control my unique piston pattern, according to him, I’m the first one in my family to have pistons all the way down my arms to my palm. Uncle Tensei can’t physically train me either because of his disability. Lili has hers on her feet, so she’s out of the question. In a way, I’m having a taste on how my mom trained herself when she was my age. Wish I could meet my mom when she was my age, she sounded like a chill person.

I wasn’t at mastery of the endurance part by the time winter break ended. So weekends were dedicated to training with my mom. So it’s my 3rd year in middle school, all the teachers are on our asses to apply to high schools. Everyone wants to go to hero school but they haven’t trained like how Beizu and I have. Our bodies are obviously more muscle defined and it’s grabbing the attention of more girls. It’s kinda flattering but those were the same girls that would call us nerds.

“Iwee, where- DAYUM PACHUCO!” Lili busted into my room as I was changing my salsa stained shirt “Those are some nice muscles mang!”

I turned red and covered my chest “You don’t have to cat call me! I’m not some piece of meat to oogle at!”

“Ay Iwee, you’ve grown up so much” she came in “STOP IT! I want you to stay little forever.”

She squeezed my body “I’m shorter than you!” I laughed “I’ll always be your little brother, and you’ll always be my favorite.”

“I’m right here!” yelled Tensei from his bed “This is my room too!”

“SHUT UP TENSEI! WE’RE HAVING A MOMENT!” we yelled in unison, still in embrace.

-Fast Forward, Early March-

“Okay Iwata, by just a hair, you pushed it passed the 5 minute mark” mom announced at ground level “how do you feel?”

“Like my brain can do a push up” I said rubbing my head “what’s next?”

“Now you dance for me!” she said as a wicked smile spread on her face “run laps and catch the items I throw at you. You can stop running laps when you can catch 7 items.” She looks at the time and opens her duffle bag “Your time starts....NOW!”

I take off at a steady pace with full awareness. The trick is to keep the same level of energy throughout and you don’t get as fatigued later. Took 3 sessions to get at the target goal.

“You had me in the first half, not gonna lie” I panted, hands on my knees “what’s next?”

“Next we play a little telekinetic catch” she says as she takes a red rubber ball out of her bag “Only rule is that you use telekinesis to throw, catch and block the ball. Hands behind your back and you can move around all you want.”

“Seems simple enough” I put my hands behind my back.

“Don’t get comfortable! If you drop the ball or it touches your body, as punishment, you have to run 5 laps every time.” she levitates the ball “This exercise will apply everything we’ve focused on but adds the velocity and momentum. Believe or not, you can fumble with telekinesis like you can with your hands or feet! The goal is to go one hour without dropping the ball.”

“AN HOUR?!” I gasped “Oh geez- OKAY! I am open for this!”

“That’s the spirit!” she smiled before throwing the ball.

-May 7th, on the way to the Iida family estate-

“Come on kids, no frowny faces!” Dad coaxed us as he drove “your grandma and grandpa really want to see you guys, especially the birthday boy!”

“No talk me, I’m angy” I pout as I turn to my side, facing the window.

“Listen up putitos! I know your dad’s family is unpleasant to associate with” Mom said as she twisted her body to face us from the passenger seat “But please, don’t break anything or set things on fire to make things end quicker. Your grandparents just want to see Lili and Iwata because of their training.”

“What about my junior debaters win?” asked Tensei.

“And my recent disciplinary strike on my record?” asked Hanaka.

Mom sighed stressfully “You can talk about your win Tensei, and for the love of GOD don’t talk about that Hanaka! All the women are already on my case for letting you guys say curse words, I will never hear the end of it if they find out you’re an accidental arsonist at school!”

Hanaka cross her arms and muttered “Not my fault that fire spread so quickly!”

“Shut up Rosa! You’re making it sound like everyone is going to let you talk over them swarming you with compliments on how much you look like dad!” barked Lili.

“YA! No more of that!” Mom snapped “Behave and we’ll get McDonalds afterwards.”

“DEADASS?!” All four of us gasped with our hopes up.

“Yes, deadass” she promised “I know how much you hate eating at the estate.”

“Rich people food sucks!” I protested “How the hell did you stomach that shit dad?”

“I’m going to say it, and don’t roast me” Dad said shamefully “I’ve only realized the food sucks since I’ve starting eating your mom’s ethnic cooking for more than one meal a day.” He turns into the street near the estate “Who knew that love makes the food taste so good?”

“Oh shut up Tenya” Mom giggled “flirt with me too much! We’re already married with children.”

“You know I can’t do that” he flashes his smug look “I want to keep my woman like I’m still competing for her attention.”

All four of us cringed as the gates to the estate opened. We don’t like going to the family estate, there’s some family tension between many members of the family. I get why for some have those tensions but there’s this unspoken intense hatred between the head of the estate and my mom. The head of the estate is my dad’s great grand-uncle, and the story I’ve picked up through some conversations is that ever since mom married into the family, great grand-uncle tried to convince her to hand over her company to the Iida family. Of course my mom being the Latina she is, aggressively refused to give any part of her then rapidly growing company to the family. This started a feud between him and mom, long story short, my dad by association (and love for his newly wedded wife) sided with mom and really angered the rest of the family. But things changed when Lili was born, everyone saw that my parents saved the family lineage and re-accepted them into the family. Great grand-uncle was not as accepting but re-allowed my parents back to the estate. I feel like theres more to the story but mom just tells me that it’s something I don’t want to stick my nose in.

Once we enter the estate, we’re greeted by the servants first. Then my grandparents walk in to greet us.

“It’s been too long!” grandma held her arms out to hug my mom “How was the drive here? Hopefully not too much traffic.”

“Um, Tenya drove this time” Mom responded, grandma obviously ignoring what she was saying.

“Yes that’s nice, but tell me how’s work?” grandma puts her arm around mom’s “tell us in the sun room! We have chilled wine and cheeses.”

I look at dad “Why does she always do that?”

“My mom favorited your mom when we started dating” he sighed tiredly “She always wanted a girl and your mom was one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen. Every time we came over, it was either ‘how’s work’ or ‘are you pregnant yet?’ but she’d only talk to me to ask if I proposed yet.”

“That’s kinda fucked up” Lili spoke up “but that also explains why mom had to wrestle me out of grandma’s arms when I was a baby.”

“Brother!” Uncle Tensei greeted as he rolled into view “and hello to all my nieces and nephews! And happy birthday to my favorite nephew!”

“Hello Tensei” dad responded “how’s great grand-uncle?”

“Still alive but I have a feeling he’s going to hand over the estate soon” whispered uncle Tensei “I’m super kissing up to him, I want in on the estate!” he turns to me “Oh and he wants to talk to you Iwata.”

“Me? Why?” I questioned

“Not sure, but I suggest going to the master suite” he points to the second floor “he hates waiting.”

I nod and make my way to the master suite. What does he want with me?

I knock before entering the Master Suite “You wanted to see me Sir?”

The very sharply dressed but equally as old man looks up from his book “Yes, I called for you” he got up as I closed the door behind me “And no need for formalities, call me uncle.”

“Okay, uncle” I stepped closer to him “What did you want from me?”

“Let me take a good look at you” he tapped his cane on my pistons “You’re at the prime age to start training for hero school. And I heard you wanted to go just like your dad and his brother.”

“That’s correct, I’ve started training since last year” I say as he looked at my palm piston “self training of course. Nobody could train me with my unique pistons.”

“That’s good! Very disciplined and I see you’re developing quite nicely” that last part didn’t settle well with me, especially with his hand on my arm “You have my blessing to go to hero school, in fact, I’ll pay your tuition. I want you in the line up of heirs to the Iida assets.”

“Heir?” I asked without sounding suspicious, because I was super sus.

“Yes, I want this new generation of Iida to keep the name nice and strong!” he squeezed my bicep “So far, your uncle Tensei and yourself are in my favor.”

“But what about-”

“Your father chose his loyalty to that stubborn mother of yours over his own blood.” He interrupted me as he walked over to his desk “And your sister is too artistic to be a true heir. Your little sister on the other hand, if she plays her cards right, she’ll be considered when she comes of age. Too bad little Tensei wasn’t born with a quirk, he would’ve been my favorite with that genius brain of his!”

“Um, he has two quirks uncle” I corrected politely.

“Ah but neither of them are the engine quirk! Might as well be quirkless” He spat so hatefully, it made me angry “But enough about them! I got you a little something for your birthday, here.” He handed me a small box.

“You didn’t have to get me anything uncle” I said modestly.

“Don’t be so modest! You’re an important family member to me” he put the box in my hands “You might resemble that curly haired woman, but you’re the future of this family! Make me proud Iwata.”

I thanked him and excused myself to go join everyone else. That man made me so infuriated that I wasn’t sure if I could contain it! What’s his damage that he won’t see my dad and other siblings as heirs too?! He speaks so lowly of my mom that his comment about my appearance felt backhanded. But that gave me an idea, one that he won’t know until it’s too late. I just hope I can pull it off. One sucky time at the estate later, we left but it seems like mom had the most fun. She was wine drunk and clingy to my dad...wish that were me. We got McDonalds to take home where we had own celebration! It’s those family moments I love the most because it feels like putting on a sweater fresh from the dyer. It wasn’t until I got ready for bed that I opened the box uncle gave me. I thought it was a watch or something but it was a wad of cash! Not that I need it, mom gives us a fat allowance every week. But this extra cash made my funds EXTRA OBESE...shit I just might fuck around and open a bank account.

Nothing interesting happens between my birthday and graduation, aside from applying to UA...and more training with mom... you know what, shit did happen! Lili decided to go to an mf Arts School in France, AND THE BITCH GOT ACCEPTED! Good for her though, I love that she’s developing herself faraway from the family expectations. She also graduated from UA along with her boyfriend, don’t tell anyone, but I’m gonna throw hands if they break up because they’re so perfect for each other! I had to step down from being drum major and all I had to say about that is that I got BIG SAD. I liked wearing the uniform with the big fluffy hat and mace. Beizu has developed new gadgets and almost mastered his body morphing quirk. Mom taught me how to fight without quirks, let me tell you! Lucha Libre is no joke and I finally get why my middle name is ‘El Roca’...it’s a luchador name! Spanish for ‘The Rock’, like Dwayne The Rock Jonson. Kinda fell in love with the fight style, oops. I got the acceptance letter the week before I graduated and so did Beizu. Our middle school was so surprised that we got in when they announced who made it to private and hero institutions, but all it really did was make more girls like us and guys envied from afar. Too many confessions at the end of the ceremony that we got swarmed and drowned in gifts. I flexed my telekinesis to get Beizu and I with our families for the quick getaway. Wish I got that teleportation part of my mom’s quirk for times like this.

“You’re quieter than usual” commented my little brother from his bed, not breaking from his guitar tuning “the fuck is up with that?”

“I miss Lili” I sighed as I folded my laundry.

“Nah it’s not just that huh” Tensei said as he strummed softly “Dime la verdad Iwa.”

“Estas sordo?! Ya de dije!”

“O si?!” he snapped “then ghosts are levitating our furniture?”

I looked around the room and saw everything a good 3 feet off the ground. “Oh...pues, you caught me” I sighed as I put everything down.

“Sabes que, your quirk always gives you away” Tensei puts his guitar on it’s stand “but what’s wrong tho?”

“So many changes in such little time! It’s stressing me out” I vented “Like, Lili is off on her own. You and mini dad are going a different path than Lili and I at your age. I’m lowkey getting body dysmorphia again because I just noticed how fat my ass got!”

“Your ass isn’t-”

I turn to show my ass, interrupting him. “Oh yeah?! Look at this!” I wiggle a little “IT JIGGLES! It’s so fat that I’m starting to look more like mom!”

Tensei clears his throat “I uhhh redact my statement, continue and please don’t do that shit again around me.”

“And what got me very AHHHHHHHHH is what I did to spite dad’s great grand-uncle.”

“Whoa, that’s tea” Tensei’s eyes widen “what did you do?!”

“So TL;DR...he’s favoring me to get family heirlooms and is paying for my UA tuition” I took a deep breath “SO to spite him, I’m going to be in hero courses AND intelligence.”

“NO! WHAT THE FUCK IWA?!” Tensei panicked “Do you know how much work you have to put in now?! What did mom and dad say?”

“They don’t know I did that, I wasn’t planning on telling them I did that” I crinkled my face “I sort of just asked Lili to do the recommendation for me to not do the hero entrance exam and the intelligence course is automatic acceptance.”

“And the school just let you?!”

“Yea....I’m just as surprised as you” I weakly laughed “pretty sure they saw the last name and just expressed my shit and approved whatever I put on the page.”

Tensei put his hands on his face “Being in this family is a fucking curse” he groaned “I’m going to laugh so hard when you get caught because this is one of the most reckless things you’ve done.”

“I know” I whined “I’m really praying I don’t get caught!”

Yea, I’m in over my head. But who knows! Maybe it’s not so bad being in both? If Lili survived, I can too!.....right?

-Chapter 2, End-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #book 3 chapter 2 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #Iwata is a reflection of his mom in terms of development...they accidentally share a lot of things in common #this chapter is a peek into the main family scandal! Great Grand Uncle is the villain in this plot line #Also...more sibling dynamic! Iwata loves the idea of Lili marrying Hoshi and it makes me soft uwu #Iwata doing thing out of spite is just his aesthetic. So get ready to see more of that #You can call him a soft boi but he's also a disaster...a very relatable character #Next is his character sheet! Then chapter 3... the beginning of the school arc!#Thanks for reading :3 love reading the inboxes I got about Iwata so far

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Episode 9 - “He just told me what side of the fence to fall on” - Corey

Well that went my way for sure!! While unanimous, literally five minutes into the warzone I told Ian we have to go after Madison and Jacob. He agreed and then we rallied the troops. Love when a plan works out.

An alliance called M&M&M was made between Matt, Madison, and I. We were thinking of doing Ian but we didnt want to push too hard because we didnt want to reveal our cards that we had something. I just hope us sacrificing Jacob will be a positive thing for us and not a negative. Im glad theres allinces forming now. Hope i can stay away from warzone this next round but who knows. Im going to try my hardest tho.

help. who knew that my blood revenge for wanting Nehe out resulted in ALL of the other Kilimanjaro reps to be voted off one by one. parting that with chips, there was 5 people repping that season... and now I'm the lone Survivor from that season. pray for me yalls.

Ugh!!! I blame Johnny for this. Scavenger hunt is usually my favorite challenge except the both times im doing it with Johnny :p these are soooo weird again. Dealing with this challenge and moving my stuff from my apartment on friday/saturday will probably not get me immunity. Im still trying so hopefully everyone else is busy as well. I Curse Johnny but like only a small one. Like him spilling his fries on the floor. 🍟

Hosts: Another Ian confessional, hopefully he shuts up about his idol and actually give some insight into his game. Me: MY IDOL!!!!11!!1 IT IS MINE, MY OWN, MY PRECIOUS. On a real note, I'm not sure if I confessed this round yet that one of the reasons behind the Jacob vote was to put Nar in a numbers advantage should that come into play at anytime. The point of the premerge phase is to build as many pathways to alliances/mutually beneficial voting blocks as possible that also have a vested interest to vote with you. I have Maynor asking to be a duo with me, sure yeah man I do like you and hope to work with you deep in this game as someone that can help me cut Corey or Trace if working with them in the game becomes problematic, but I also know Maynor has a vested interest in Kait, which I do like Kait well enough but she can't be allowed to go on a run if I want a chance to make a run myself. Corey wants to keep our partnership as secret as possible, which yes I do think is smart, it also relies heavily on trust. At this moment in time I have no reason but to trust Corey. That may change in the future, he wants to keep it secret, that's chill, but I'm going to have my own backdoor deals should shit hit the fan. Devon/Matt one of them put me as the scapegoat to Jacob, I don't know which and honestly I do not care which one of them it was. They are both standing in my way at this moment for the win. That could change in the future. The game is long and full of terrors.

this is it this is the round im goin to the w a r z o n e

Im safe!!! Im glad cuz tomorrow is graduation party from my parents and didnt wanna attend tribal. But i feel like Drunk Maynor is being cheated out for this season. I dont have my drinking buddies. Maybe this season wont see Drunk Maynor and I could actually be good in this game.

Me: goes to warzone a bunch People in warzone: don’t target me at all ———— Last round: People in warzone: mention my name Me: flips that ish on Jacob REAL quick also me: HA NOT GOING TO WARZONE AGAIN FOR A HOT SEC BEST BELIEVE IM FINALLY IMMUNE. imagine that! I kinda tried for once! and I placed exactly where I needed to hehe.

Thomas is a fucking idiot honestly. Like, he has been to the war zone enough times to know that the WORST possible thing you can do is throw a name out on the first night. Everything always comes together a couple hours before tribal, and by putting names out there this early, he is basically just MAKING SURE that the vote will come down between him and Adrian. For background, Thomas came to me, still butthurt about being called inactive, telling me that he wants to vote Adrian. I am very into that plan, don't get me wrong. Adrian is one person that I have literally nothing in common with. But to come in, guns blazing, this early in the war zone is a HUGE mistake, one that will probably end in a lot of extra stress for Thomas. But, it is good for me, because even though Thomas likes to spill all the tea to me, he is someone that I could very well afford losing. Kait is finally in the war zone. This could also be a pivotal moment because I would be shocked if people do not gun for her this round. I don't really want her out yet because I feel like she's a great shield for the merge, but we shall see what people want. basically, even though I don't really have any of my closest allies in the war zone (ian, Corey, Madison), I might be okay because of Thomas v Adrian, and MAJOR threats being here. The only thing that could fuck me up is if Owen tries to pull something. I do not trust that kid and want him out early merge. But for now I am just trying to lay low and vote with majority.

against all odds, I'm still safe! Warzone looks like a crackden tonight and I'm nowhere near it. I hope Owen makes it out okay. Kait, though chaotic, is someone I'm getting closer to. I would like to have her around until around f9??? we'll see. Same kind of story w Maynor. I need Thomas and Stephen OUT. Timmy as well. They are on my Arya-style kill list. I've been immune for ??? 4 tribals in a row now??? I still have my save vote to use as I have not been to tribal since obtaining it. I have also acquired a rock-save thing that Ian and I dug up together. Basically, if we go to rocks, I can use it to save myself (immune from my rock being picked). Nifty lil power... Hopefully I also get this save vote and don't become the owner of a dead power. After tomorrow's tribal, we'll be final 14. 10 gone. only 11 more to go before I'm in FTC. or 12. I don't care. As long as I'm there in the end. Ideally, with Ian and Owen and I come out victorious. I am playing nice girl, liar AND schemer. The game is outwit, outlast and you can't outwit Corey Rae Jepsen baby! and if you want the truth, this is Corey. I suspect Owen-Kait-Thomas to vote the same way. i expect Adrian-Matt to vote the same way. Chloe and Stephen are wild cards. Trace... I am praying for to be okay as well. If Chloe-Stephen-Trace-Matt-Adrian work together, they could get Thomas or Kait out. We'll see! I feel bad wanting Kait out as I do like her but if she goes w/o me having a hand in it... I'll be sad bc I like her but happy bc I think she's too smart to keep very long. She'll catch on to me. She'll plan my demise, which is exactly why I need her close to me as long as she's here. Also - Maynor coming in 2nd? I'm out here busting my butt and they're gonna rank me number three? after someone who can't even barely walk and barely do anything and all he does is sit around and fuss and curse everyone.. I was VERY insulted. (this a crystal cox quote sgflksgls) But fr he said he barely did any. mmhmmmm.. If i was on the fence about him before, he just told me what side of the fence to fall on.

Im glad Im safe. Idk how this vote will actually go. I wish luck to thomas matt kait. And ithers but cant remember who from other side is in it. Today imma just keep talking to ian and corey to make deeper bonds with then and enjoying my grad party. Drunk maynor may leave a confessional later.

This warzone is by far the most crucial one in my game. I’m absolutely PARANOID at this point because Kait gave me some info that Ian is mad at me for telling Jacob to vote him, wasn’t my idea but okay. I’m at a point where playing in the middle will leave me getting absolutely squashed in the middle. My allies Kait and Adrian are totally at odds with each other, and Thomas is targeting Adrian and Adrian is targeting Thomas and like, I just wanna vote Chloe. I have the feeling that Adrian needs to go this time around, it would free me of the threat of being sign partners in this game and I’d rather leave bitter betrayals for the pre jury portion of the game. As long as I’m not getting votes and I can keep holding on to this idol and some semblance of good graces with everyone in the game I’m satisfied.

Well I forgot to submit the video confessional I will later lol but I want Adrian out. He seemed very d*ckish about me being inactive and I am not taking kindly to it. It seems Trace is with me and so it Kait and Owen. I hope I can get on more person so we can get Adrian out.

I'm highkey getting 15th again... and I'm gonna cry. Like this fucking hurts so much. People aren't talking to me and the few people are just talking about life and pretty much anything but the vote. Getting a third 15th placement will literally crush my heart and soul so much, so I pray that something works out in my favor.

So happy to be safe, didn't think I would be. Ummmmm, looking at who is going to tribal, i'm not sure who is going to get voted out. I would be so sad if Kait goes, but it would be a smart move in all honesty because this is the first time she's gone to tribal. Getting her or Owen out would be a big move, but I need them in the game for the time being because they are some of the only people who are seen as bigger challenge threats than me. Although I am only safe because of the tribe I'm on, I've never scored the best overall and so really it's an interesting scenario, if I was on the other tribe I would be at the warzone, yet on mine I got 3rd. I just hope it's not a unanimous vote because I want people to come back to camp with drama.

I feel more sick than I ever have and now I’m back in the war zone. How fun. I just hope I can manage to stay safe yet again, I feel like that’s unlikely though

Okay so I’ve been busy af with my friends all of a sudden it’s almkst tribal nnnnn and it’s between Chloe and Adrian rn. Adrian allegedly wanted me and Kait out earlier YIKE so I originally wanted him but now it’s like matt pushing for Chloe This is rlly good for my game tho because it gives me and Kait something to bond over that sets us apart from matt. I literally am never going to turn on Kait in this game.... fuck. I hope she do the same .

Its Alcohol Time!!!!!!!!

Show just got out and barely anyone messaged me the whole time whoops! I think I’m about to get blindsided tbh this is too quiet lmaooo but Kait and I pushed Adrian so hopefully that’s it. If not then it’s been fun. This seems too easy so I’m not expecting much nnnn but if I’m here.... I’m goin for it

Im drinking more now. And im nervous who is leaving tonight. Hope the people im working with stay alive.

Good news! I won the past two challenges and have been safe! That is awesome. Even better news is I just searched Q10 and got a hit which means I’m near an idol :)

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I am drunk. And i miss havjng my drinkjng buddies in dani alyssa n jess. And havung jones be on call. I need to find some drinking buddies here to have more fun. Plus monty alyssa n johnny r doing amazing as hosts this seasob.

#survivorstarzone #episodes

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ask-the-phan-site · 5 years ago

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Phan Cam: Top Three (Dream FES Finale [for the year])

WARNING: This post may be a bit long.

>Saturday.

GOOD EVENING, TOKYO! It’s the last day of Dream FES! It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The competition to see which Rookie Idol’s dream of becoming True Idols and making their CD debut come true! If any of our Rookie Idol’s make it in the Top Three, they will become True Idols. If they come in 3rd, that’s okay, they’ll still become a True Idol. It’s only if they make it in 1st or 2nd that they will get their CD debut. However, 2nd place will got you only some song recorded. But in 1st, you’ll record even more. Also, we have a grand finale is store for you. The collaborated song with DearDream, KUROFUNE, and ANSwer!

>The crowd cheered. Then, Haruto Mikami gets on stage.

So, are you all ready for the show?

>The crowd cheered again. Then, the Rookie Idols come on stage

Our goal is the Dream Festival! Dream FES is about to start!

Rookie Idols: Enjoy the show!

>In the backstage dressing room, as the Rookie Idols perform on stage, Skull waited for his turn with the others. The idol next time him, let’s call him Guren Ike (since using his real name would expose our true identities), spoke to him. Guren is an upbeat kind of guy, always looking on the bright side of things.

Guren: Are you as excited as I am, Sakamoto kun?

Skull: Well, maybe I’m a little nervous. But my friends and family are watchin’, so I guess it should be okay. What about you, Guren kun?

Guren: My dad and little sister are in the audience, too. My mom can’t make it because of her job. I think some of my friends from school are there, too.

Skull: I see. Good for you, then.

Guren: You, too, Sakamoto kun.

???: Oh, please, the only reason Sakamoto made it this far is because some of those friends are Spider-Man and Harry Osborn. Not to mention you’re already a member of KUROFUNE.

>They quickly turn to see another Rookie Idol had come to them. Let’s call him, Kumokuro Kazebaggu. He a bit more stuck up and is only an idol to emerge from the overwhelming success of his parents.

Skull: (a little upset) You wish, Kazebaggu. They just gave me a push. The rest came from me.

And what about you? Scared Mommy and Daddy’s money won’t save you this time?

Kumokuro: (more upset) We’ll see about that you-

???: Both of you, please.

>It was another Rookie Idol. Let’s call him Unakarui Kurume, Kuru for short. Apart from being an idol, he also plays Duel Monsters and hopes one day to meet the King of Games himself. He’s also the calm type and is in the same unit as Guren.

Kuru: I know you both just want to get to the Top Three, but remember, you have to be fair to your opponents. Even they deserve a little kindness.

>They just stared in silence.

Guren: Uh, Kuru, buddy, this isn’t a duel, you know?

Kuru: ... It’s not? Well, same difference.

You sure are... Unique.

Worker: RosyRosy, you’re up!

RosyRosy Leader: Guren, Kuru, we’re needed!

Guren: Coming, senpai! See you soon, Sakamoto kun.

Skull: (happy) You go well tonight. See ya.

>With that, RosyRosy leaves for the stage... Then, me, Fox, Crow, Peter, and Harry come in.

Hey, how are you?

Skull: Fine.

Really? Aren’t you even a little nervous.

Skull: Okay, I’m a little nervous. Like...

Is this actually happenin’? Or, am I just dreamin’?

Kumokuro: If you are, then it’s time to wake up and leave.

We weren’t talking to you.

Ryuji, you are here. This is really happening.

Don’t start doubting yourself. That just wouldn’t be beautiful.

You just need to believe in yourself. Or, are you thinking of quitting?

Hell no! I ain’t done yet! Not at all!

Now there’s the Ryuji Sakamoto we all know and love.

Right. You never gave up on me, so I ain’t givin’ up on you!

>Suddenly, Skull felt something in his heart and looked inside.

WARNING: Some Persona 5: Royal spoilers.

That is right, Ryuji Sakamoto. You will not give up. You have come so far.

Yes. You would not back away if this did not mean anything to you. Would you?

>Then, Captain Kidd and Seiten Taisei come together in a burst of light...

Now the time has come. Are you ready?

You bet, William... In fact...

>Skull turns to Crow.

Skull: Akechi, did you bring your notebook with you?

Crow: Yes. You never know when a mystery will strike. Why do you ask?

You’ll see.

Kumokuro: You mean a new song? I doubt that’s going to work.

You might be surprised.

>RosyRosy comes back in with the worker.

Worker: Kumokuro Kazebaggu, you’re on!

Kumokuro: (stuck up again) Now to show you how a True Idol works.

>With that, he leaves.

Such arrogance. You better defeat him, Ryuji.

Skull: That’s the plan.

Harry: Good luck.

Peter: Knock ‘em dead out there.

>With that we leave. Skull takes the notebook and begins writing away.

>Back on stage, Kumokuro had just finished his song.

MC: And that was Kumokuro Kazebaggu, ladies and gentlemen!

>The crowded applauded... Somewhat.

MC: Next up, he’s a bleached boy who once ran for his school and is now taking his magic legs to the stage. He just joined KUROFUNE as a part time member, but hopes to become a True Idol. I hear he has a huge fan club in the audience tonight.

>We all cheer louder than the rest of the crowd.

MC: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, here he is, the Pirate of the Track, the Full Sail Athlete... Ryuji Sakamoto!

>With that, Skull runs on stage and the audience cheers loudly.

Skull: Yo, Tokyo!

>The crowd cheers again.

Skull: At the last minute, I wrote a new song. This song talks about how far I’ve come in the idol world. But I couldn’t have done it alone. My friends and family helped me along the way. Ren, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, Akechi, my mom, Harry, Peter, and all the others who we hold dear to our hearts, thank you.

Hmm?

Yeah, you, too, Diego.

Diego: (quietly) Thank you.

Skull: This is a song about dreams and how we hold them dearly in our hearts. And before you know it, you will also be realizin’ just how important it is to believe.

Now to show you how to KEEP RUNNIN’ DREAM!

Dorkia Time!

Catch Your Cheers!

Skull: Let the race begin!

>Skull changes clothes.

Cheerful Jam Series! Complete!

(Just want to remind you that J-pop is one of my weakest points.)

(Beat box opening) Dreams They come true everyday Dreams Helping make you way Dreams They help you speed on And in the end your future you have won

Keep running dream To your future ahead Don't stop until you are dead Through the sunlit beam Go on and on To the day is done Keep running dream Keep running dream Keep running dream!

>After the song, everyone cheered and applauded wildly. I guess this song actually reached out to everyone... Way to go, brother.

MC: Epic! Really Epic! I couldn’t think of anything other than the words of that song!

Thanks! And thanks, everyone!

>Everyone cheered loudly. Especially us.

>Back in the dressing room, we, including Stark and the Future Avengers, come to congratulate Skull for his performance.

That was really great, Ryuji senpai!

Yeah, that was amazing.

You did real great tonight.

Skull: I have you guys to thank. You gave me the courage that touched my heart.

That’s true. Only a True Idol can sing from the heart. And the heart has many connections to others.

Don’t I know it.

I say you pretty much leveled up in my game.

That’s pretty much Futaba’s way of saying that you showed real talent.

What’s this? The great Sojiro Sakura actually praising someone?

Joker: Actually, he’s done it before with me.

Now cut that out.

Either way, the was a pretty neat show.

That’s my Ryu kun. He really knows how to put on a show.

I know I normally prefer heroes, but man, you really blasted us there.

Same here. Still, this was good too. (By the way, this is my anime form.)

True. It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before.

Skull: I’m glad you guys liked it.

We actually loved it. You’re sure to at least land the Top Three.

Keigo: He’s right. If you can at least make it into the Top Three, you'll become a True Idol. But if you make it in the Top Two, you’ll record a CD.

Skull: I hope you’re right.

You’ll make it. We promise.

Besides, I’ve have a betting pool with Michael right now. If you end up in the Top Three, he’ll have to pay Japan another visit to kiss your feet.

And if he doesn’t.

Toshi: I go over to his place and kiss his feet.

I guess that sound fair... I think.

A chance to see a world class chef and author get humiliated like that? I’d love to see it.

Is your idea of fine like that?

Alistaire: Maybe.

Maybe?

(whisper) Sicko.

The point is, Sakamoto, we know you’ll make it.

Skull: You think?

If not, I can always pull a few strings.

Harry: You probably shouldn’t.

Skull: That’s right. What happens now, I want to show everyone I can do this without havin’ to rely heavily on those with a lot of power. But I’ll still need you guys in my life.

That’s true. Though you want to stand on your own, but that doesn’t you have to be alone... Isn’t that right?

Pretty much.

It’s the same with me.

Grady: And me. Don’t be afraid to rely on others.

Yeah, we’re here for you, Ryuji san.

Thank you , everyone.

You’re welcome, brother.

>I look at everyone who is now happy for Skull... Especially Makoto who seems the most happiest for him. Although Bruno is trying to hit his own smile.

Worker: Hey, they’re about to announce the winners. You better hurry.

We better get going.

Good luck out there, Sakamoto... Or is it break a leg?

I’ll explain later.

See you soon.

We’re rooting for you.

>Later on the stage, the MC, the Rookie Idols, DearDream, KUROFUNE, and ANSwer were ready for the announcement.

MC: The time has come, time to announce which Rookie Idols’ dream is about to come true.

We wish only you young idols the best.

If you can make it in the Top Three, you will become a True Idol.

If you come in 3rd, you won’t be getting a CD deal, but you will still become a True Idol, and you will be eligible to start your own Idol Unit with D-Four Productions.

If you come in 2nd, you will get a CD deal, though, the number of song will be limited.

And if you come in 1st, you will get a CD deal and record as many songs as you desire. Just don’t forget to include other songs from other idols.

Yuto: And the rest who didn’t make it will be given a consolation prize of your choosing.

Keigo: And you’ll be able to perform for a chance at being in the Top Three again at next year’s Dream Festival.

And you can keep going as many times as you desire.

Or at least until your contract with D-Four expires.

Yes. Now, let's begin.

MC: When I call out your name or the name of the Unit you are in, come forward. Now, in 3rd Place...

Ryuji Sakamoto!

FOR REAL!?

Keigo: (whisper) Well, go on!

>Skull comes forward.

MC: So, Ryuji san, how does it feel to know that even though you won’t get a CD, you’re still a True Idol?

Skull: It’s... It’s actually pretty sweat. No one thought I could do it. I almost believed them. But my friends and family supported me and I kept at it.

Thanks, everyone! I love you all!

>The crowd cheered. We love you, too, Ryuji.

>After the other winners were called (Kumokuro came in 2nd and RosyRosy came in 1st), it was time for the grand finale.

Kanade: Now it’s time for our last song of the night and the end of another Dream Festival.

Keigo: But don’t worry. This will all happen again next year. And we will look forward to seeing you again.

Akiomi: So, from all of us, we hope that your own dreams will come try just as dreams did tonight.

KUROFUNE, DearDream, and ANSwer: ENJOY THE SHOW!

>The crowd cheered.

Keigo: Ryuji san, care to join us?

You bet!

>We’ll skip this part because... Words just can’t describe it.

WARNING: Spoilers for Persona 5: Royal ahead.

>Kichijoji. Stark reserved Penguin Sniper for us so we wouldn’t be bothered, especially by reporters... Well, except maybe one.

Thanks for pulling a few strings and letting me in here.

Joker: It’s no trouble. I’m sure Mr. Stark wouldn’t mind.

Stark: (coming to us) I would... But I’ll make an acceptation since she’s so cute.

Ohya: You say that to all the female reporters.

Stark: True. You’re not the first female reporter to fall for my charm... I really should pay Nanami a visit the next time I’m here.

Ohya: Anyway, I’m not here to interview you. I’m here for KUROFUNE. I want to get in a word before tomorrow when Blondie and the Detective Prince leave.

Keigo: Alright, but make it quick. I’m about to own Flash kun in darts.

Flash: Yeah right!

>With that, KUROFUNE go to get interviewed by Ohya. I return to my billiards game with Diego, Crow, Mikoto, and Bruno.

Mikoto: So it’s actually happening to him.

Joker: It is. And he’s even thinking of returning to the tack team to get into a good college.

Diego: Can he?

Crow: Ryuji is pretty much famous now. I’m they’ll make an acceptation.

Mikoto: But I thought he wasn’t going back.

It’s still up for debate.

Crow: By the way... Why did the Future Avengers come to Dream FES? Makoto san, you said that you are a distant relative of Ryuji....

I really don’t buy it.

Makoto: (sweating) Umm... Well...

Bruno: (quick and stern) Makoto will tell you everything you need to know when he’s good and ready. Let’s just leave it at that.

Okay, okay. I won’t question anymore for now.

Bruno: Forgive me. I know as a detective, you can’t help but feel a little suspicious.

Crow: True. That’s just how it is. However, Ryuji and his mother trust you. So does Tony Stark. So I’ll be fine for now.

Makoto: (whisper to Bruno) Thanks. (normal speech) Anyway, we trust you just as much. So don’t worry.

Joker: Just make sure Ryuji and Akechi will be okay there in New York.

Makoto: (smiling) You can count on me and the Future Avengers, Ren!

Thank you, Makoto.

>I know I can trust this Future Avenger. I can sense he has a tight connection with Skull just like he has with Harry... Now I can sense one with us, as well.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of Chance Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

Confidant: Hurricane

Arcana: Chance (This Arcana is made up for this Confidant.)

Rank: 1

Ability: Type 5: Speed

Automatic Masukukaja at the start of battle during Cloudy weather.

Harry: Hey, don’t forget me and Pete!

Joker: Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you guys, either.

Peter: Good. But don’t worry, we also know the Future Avengers and we’ll help, too.

Makoto: You bet, Spider-Man! I mean, Peter. I forget, I’m suppose to call you by your real name when you don’t have the mask on.

Peter: It’s okay. So, Ren, it’s your shot now.

Okay. Watch and learn.

>I take the cue stick to the billiard table.

Adi: (surprised) Is he really going to play like that?

Diego: Believe it.

>With one hit, I knock one of the balls into one of the holes.

Peter: Score!

Joker: Now...

It’s your move.

>I hand the cue stick... to Adi.

Adi: (surprised) Me!?

Makoto: C’mon, give it a try!

Adi: ... Alright.

>Adi takes the cue stick. He pauses for a moment and then... He goes into the same position I was in.

Diego: (surprised) Wow! He’s gonna do it!

>Adi then hits the whit ball... And knocks the eight ball into a hole.

Bruno: How did you learn to do that?

Adi: I... I don’t know. When I saw Ren do it, I couldn’t help but want to do it myself.

Joker: Well, it is a stylish way to play. I could show you a little more.

Adi You would? ... Thank you.

?????: Well, he did learn from the best.

>We quickly turn to see who just arrived. It was Panther’s mother, Kathrine.

Panther: Mom, you’re here.

Well, I would have arrived sooner, but I ran into an old friend.

>The person who came with her comes forward... I can’t believe who it is.

Well, I can’t help it if my own son spends more time here than he does at home.

I see. Sorry I made you feel that way... Dad.

>With that, everyone’s jaws drop.

#phantom thieves cam #dream festival #dream fes

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pekorosu · 8 years ago

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a compilation of lil mentions of donnie that i found amusing while going through kenji’s blog

(under a cut bc it’s quite long)

September 3, 2009

[...]

But now that I think about it, Hong Kong action directors are all really good talkers. As for Donnie, I may not know if he's the best at fighting or not, but he's unbeatable when it comes to arguments (laughs).

September 27, 2009

[...]

Halfway through our meal, Donnie asked "How's Yuji doing?" so I made a call to him. I thought he'd be in the middle of filming but he picked up the phone!

Donnie (on the phone): "A no~ Yuji-san wa, a ho de su ka!?"※

Yup, Donnie's just pestering him. (laughs)

[※: “Is Yuji an idiot!?”... left it untranslated bc that’s exactly how he said it, probably with a bad accent ^^;;]

October 22, 2009

"Shengjian Bao" as recommended by Donnie. 10 yuan for 6 pieces. Looks like a slightly burnt Xiao Long Bao, but it's insanely delicious!

November 19, 2009

It snowed today...

Tomita(?) had to do a falling stunt from the 2nd floor in that ridiculously cold weather. It's rare for an applause to happen on set for Hong Kong movies, but today it happened spontaneously.

When asked about the stunt later on, apparently "it didn't hurt at all."

When Donnie heard that he said, "Then we should have dropped you from the 3rd floor instead." (laughs)

November 22, 2009

Today wasn't that cold but carelessness was unacceptable. That's because there's going to be rain in this scene (laughs).

I wasn’t directly affected, but other stuntmen had to do their scenes in the rain. It's rough. We didn't have “gangan” like in Japan (containers that look like kerosene cans with kindling in them) and no one even bothered to prepare blankets. We did request for the production team to prepare these things, but it would have been wise if the action team had prepared them too.

Perhaps Donnie had anticipated it to be that cold, so today he gave out jackets to the entire team (22 people!) as gifts. Yan Hua and I received especially good ones. The action team and the lighting department combined has so many people. Being the boss is really tough...

January 4, 2010

Tried editing the action scenes that we filmed the day before yesterday using clips from video assist. Looks like things are getting quite interesting.

Halfway through I got a phone call from Donnie, so I went to meet up with him and have dinner at his hotel.

When I showed him the clip that I had edited so far in my iPod, he mumbled, "...damn, I’m good." (lol) Isn’t that already obvious!

February 2, 2010 (1)

Continuing from yesterday which went smoothly, today we are shooting Donnie's counter-attack scene. Donnie takes off his white Mao suit...

What the hell!! That is not the body of someone who's turning 47 this year!!

He hasn't been eating much the past few days, and has been bulking up heavily by doing things like push-ups until just before his take starts. To be honest, his body is much better now compared to 15 years ago during "Fist of Fury." I swear, this guy is getting younger and younger...

February 2, 2010 (2)

In the afternoon, we did a couple of shots of Donnie receiving attacks from Colonel Chikaraishi.※

As usual, we used dummy arms and legs dressed in costume. For some reason, this unpleasant duty always ends up being assigned to me, so I just went ahead and gave him a good beating.

If I’m not mistaken, during "Bodyguards and Assassins" I had to wear the enemy's shoe on my hand and "kick" Donnie's face. On the second take, it grazed the side of his face by accident and formed a bruise. I've got to be more careful this time! (that’s what I thought, but it’s not like I was being particularly careful...)

In the end, I think we did over 50 punches to his temple, cheeks and shoulders...? The people who get hurt and the people who do the hurting in action movies both have it hard!

Well then, tomorrow's the finale~!!

[※: the antagonist for legend of the fist.]

pics from end of shooting:

February 4, 2010

Habit is a real scary thing. Woke up at 6am even though there was no filming today. Watched DVDs until past noon, went for lunch with the Japanese team. After that, we watched "14 Blades" and discussed our thoughts and impressions.

Nighttime was spent at Donnie's hotel. Had a dinner party with the main staff and action team. Donnie's headed off to Taiwan tomorrow, so I suppose it'll be a while before we see him again.

During these times, Donnie wouldn't say things you’d expect like "Bye! See you soon!" at all, he would just leave quietly. As though we'd be meeting as usual tomorrow. Something about it feels very Donnie-like.

March 15, 2010

[...]

After our meeting, Donnie and I left for Beijing. We had dinner at an Italian restaurant in Ritz-Carlton.

I ordered a lasagna, while Donnie ordered a lobster pasta. However, apparently there'd been some coriander that clashed with the flavour of the pasta, so he forcefully got them to replace his order (laughs). As always, he's like Giant (while everyone around him is Nobita)...

[t/n: i can't believe kenji used doraemon as analogy L MAO. anyway donnie has mentioned before that he hates coriander and just the smell of it makes him tear up o.0]

June 30, 2010

Going back to Japan. Received a call from Donnie at the airport. He said, "Thanks for your help this time.” Hearing such words straight out of Donnie's own mouth kinda throws me off balance (laughs), but it does make me feel "ah, I'm glad I came.”

I do express my gratitude to the people around me in words too, but it's not always an easy thing to do, so i'm going to try making more of a conscious effort from now on.

I would probably just weird people out though (laughs).

August 23, 2010

First day of filming. Staff & cast gathered together for the prayer ceremony.※

I can’t write about what we filmed, but everything went smoothly. Donnie took lots of pictures on set with his brand new camera. It had nothing to do with filming at all but Donnie kept going, "Kenji, jump!" and I was made to jump many times (laughs).

Donnie asked Sakuma to bring him a peach from the cardboard box and when he handed over an unripe peach, Donnie asked, "Are you colour blind?"

That was his first conversation with Donnie (laughs).

[※: i think it’s a tradition before filming? for good luck, for things to go smoothly, etc. also this was the first day of wu xia filming! :D]

September 11, 2010

Today was also action filming. Unlike stunts, acting while performing action moves is truly difficult. Donnie gave me all sorts of detailed instructions but the more intently I listened to them, the worse my performance got. Halfway through I almost blew my lid and complained, "I don’t get it anymore! The more I follow your directions, the more robotic my acting becomes!"

Donnie replied, "...Kenji, that's because you're only understanding my words on the surface, instead of acting with your heart."

At that moment, those words sank into me and I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"That's right..." I realised, "I should just act with my feelings!"

That said, what came next...

"Kenji, step forward with your left leg and make sure to jump on one leg only! Look directly at the camera in that position and react while hitting your right arm on the corner, as though by accident! Make sure to do it naturally!"

...was another absurd direction from Donnie (laughs).

How in the world can I act with my heart that way~!!

And so, that made me realise that I should start being nicer to actors.

September 17, 2010

[...]

By the way, I was stopped by a woman who looked like a tourist on my way to the washroom today. She asked, "Um, by any chance is this Director Peter Chan's movie?"

When I said yes, she yelled “Kyaa~~~~!!!” excitedly. (laughs)

Speaking of which, something similar happened before at the airport. They'd ignored Donnie (lol) and went straight to asking, "Um, you're Director Peter Chan, right? Can I have a photo with you?"

I’d get it if he were an actor, but isn't it unusual that a director's name would bring out such a reaction? What a big name...

September 24-27, 2010

Today is the continuation of a scene that I’ll be acting in. It’s alllllllllll action. Feeling so exhausted. My spinal cord gets bad when I’m tired, so the left side of my body is now numb...

Donnie’s demands are grueling as usual, and as the person being subjected to it I’ve been thinking “really wanna kick his ass...” twice or thrice a day (laughs). I fully understand that Donnie is always aiming for top quality so all I can do is put in my best effort.

The material that we’ve edited so far is quite interesting! That’s the only thing keeping me sane right now.

Hang in there, me~

Got some flaky egg rolls + doing an impression of Donnie (lol).

October 19, 2010

[...]

Went location hunting after filming ended. After that, went straight to Donnie’s hotel for a meeting. There was a car accident on the way there which brought traffic to a complete standstill. I ended up being very late.

When I arrived it was already time for dinner, so I ate together with Donnie's family who had come to visit since yesterday.

Ah, Jasmine and James have grown so much. When Donnie’s with his children, he's a good father and looks like he's having so much fun.

I wish he'd smile more on set too, even if it's just 1/10th of this (laughs).

[t/n: !!?!???? *lies down*]

December 22-23, 2010

[...]

Arrived in Beijing a little past 12am and had a meeting right there with Donnie. Received an iPad... I'm getting a real bad feeling from this (lol).

Meanwhile, I handed over the Japanese press release for “Ip Man” and “Bodyguards and Assassins” to Donnie, as well as a kewpie doll. He was really delighted, but I think he probably has no clue who that kewpie doll is (laughs).

[t/n: kenji getting a Weird Feeling every time donnie is unusually nice to him is a recurring joke bc he suspects some favour is about to be asked of him 😂

also i think “kewpie doll” is referring to these dolls they gave out during the japanese ip man release?

dunno why he’d be so happy if he doesn’t know who it is. my hypothesis: donnie has a soft spot for cute things. that, or he just likes getting gifts. i mean, who doesn’t?]

January 6, 2011

There's no filming today, but I've been asked by Donnie to do some editing for The Lost Bladesman's promotional video in Beijing. Why?

...I'm sure people who are reading this blog for the first time have started mistaking me as the "Editor Guy" (laughs)?

September 1, 2011

Got a text from Donnie while I was in the middle of action training that said, "Tell me the name of that tonkatsu place in Shibuya (he's thinking about Maisen Aoyama)"

Hm? Feels like a similar situation has happened before...?

Flashback to 10 years ago, around the same time.

It was during filming for "The Princess Blade" when Donnie called me, saying "I'm in a tonkatsu shop right now, order something for me!"

I remember now that I had to order a roast cutlet set or something like that for him over the phone, even though I had been in the middle of filming!

...In other words, there's still no improvement when it comes to this even after 10 years (laughs).

[t/n: i guess this is one answer to the question of “where does donnie yen eat (when he goes to japan)”]

March 20-25, 2012

[...]

Filming ended when the sun had set but immediately after, I went back to Donnie's hotel to discuss tomorrow's action scenes. And as expected everything gets changed entirely the very next day.

Oh well. Every day is pretty much a repeat of that.

At any rate, Donnie is in top form this time. Goes without saying that he aced his own parts but even for Andy's parts, he would do demonstrations and stuff.

"He's so tough~" I thought in awe.

March 30, 2012

The ending has reached its climax. Donnie's wife and children had traveled all the way here so after filming, all of us including the action team had dinner together. Everyone's exhausted from filming, but I feel like moments when we are able to gather like this are something very precious.

May 22, 2012

Received a call from Donnie praising the "making of" video that I'd put together (it was only a 2 minute teaser though). “Oh, a rare praise!" I thought. And then he went, "So, could you make another version that features me as the main subject?" (laughs). Well, I already saw that coming~

[t/n: is he perhaps, talking about this video?]

some other photos from special id filming:

Donnie and Andy On doing a read-through ↓

Sakuma, overwhelmed by being with Donnie (lol) ↓

Chris (from the action team)’s birthday ↓

Kenji: Isn't this amazing!? It's called a driving pod, you can drive the car from above! It's possible to do small turnings compared to a car that's just being towed along!! ↓

#pls accept this self-indulgent thing i've been working on in lieu of that other translation i promised #in chronological order but disjointed #do let me know if there are any errors! i have triple checked the links and done my best with the translation but i am Only Human 😂#donnie yen #hard muscle soft heart #tanigaki kenji #peko tls #action book liveblogging #tagging with that for easy searching later

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JP KHUX July 2017 Hades Cup Guide

July 1, 2017 ~ July 19, 2017

The Hades Cup is a Gaiden-esque event consisting out of 15 quests filled with multitudes of high-level, tricky enemies. To make things worse, you CANNOT pay to continue. This month Hades Cup is easier than the first Hades Cup we had back in May. It seems like this event will occur every other month!

All three objectives for each round is to clear the mission with no continue. Each round will give you a different reward!

But the biggest prize from this is the potential 6k jewels you can earn! And it is no easy feat to complete all 15 rounds!

Round 1: Magic Stone x 1

Round 2: Mirror x 1

Round 3: Broom x 1

Round 4: Mirror x 1

Round 5: Speed Stone x 1

Round 6: Mirror x 1

Round 7: Broom x 1

Round 8: Mirror x 1

Round 9: Power Stone x 1

Round 10: 1000 Jewels

Round 11: Mirror x 5

Round 12: Lunar Stone x 1

Round 13: Mickey&Brooms x 1

Round 14: Lunar Stone x 1

Round 15: 5000 Jewels

We have gathered set ups from other JP KHUX players to help you guys through with these missions!

Deck Set-Up Submission

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Last Updated: July 9, 2017 at 8:55 am JST (If you see this post at the top of the page, it means it has recently been updated!)

*Important notes about reading the list of enemies: [number] = red number: medals you can use on enemy {number} = blue number: attacks you can use on enemy

Round 1: Queen Bee [M]

Round 2: Blitz Spear [S] Black Gummi Copter Mob [S] (SAU+3, PDU+3) + [4] Fluttering [S] (SAU+3)

Round 3: Heat Saber [P] Defender [P] (PSMDU+3) + [4] Fluttering [S] (SAU+3)

Round 4: Chill Ripper [M] (GDU+2) Shadow Magician [M] + [4] Fluttering [S] (SAU+3)

Round 5: Guard Armor [S] (GDU+2)

Round 6: Huge Watermelon [P] (GPSMDD-2) Defender [P] (PSMDU+3) + Large Body [P] + Mega Shadow [P] + [1] Barrier Master [M] (GPSMDU+2)

Round 7: Shadow Magician [M] [1] Barrier Master [M] (GPSMDU+2) + White Chocolate Statue [M] (GAU+2) + Shamanwild [M] + Strange Tree [M]

Round 8: Happy Cuckoo [S] (PSMDU+1) [1] Barrier Master [M] (GPSMDU+2) + Chocolate Gargoyle [S] (GDU+2) + Terrible Bee [S] (GAU+1, GDU+1) + Cheery Ape [S]

Round 9: Submarine Carp [P]

The submarine carp can put you to sleep. Try to bring a medal that has sleep resistance if possible.

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight ■ Copy Key Art C [M]: 20% sleep resistance. Need guard up XL and second chance to survive the attacks. I used lvl 857 burst after the HD Xion [M]. You brute force your way through with this set up. You die the first turn from the baby whales, but you survive the second attack from the tail with guard up XL.

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight ■ Copy Key Art C [M]: 20% sleep resistance. Need guard up XL and second chance to survive the attacks. Need to be lucky that the Submarine carp doesn’t put you to sleep or inflict defense down buffs.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double activation ■ KH 0.2 Aqua [M]: Status Bonus Probably needs Guard XL and second chance 2.

Set up by Flapjack | +33 Three Wishes ■ Partner Xion EX [M]: Status Bonus Activate every medal when you have the chance xD It's going to take a lot of turns!! And deaths!! So patience is key, lol .Didn't use burst (only lvl 133 aha) GOOD LUCK! Honestly I died like 10 times not including anything from yesterday or the days before @@ My deaths came from when it released its babies =_= hate those babies...

Set up by Farlhem | +28 Stroke of Midnight No traits are important. Didn't even need SCII in some. Change TDU+2 and shared medal accordingly.

Set up by ADog | +29 Stroke of Midnight Both Defense Boost XL are maxed.

Set up by Alvis | +35 Counterpoint ■ Key Art 8 [M]: -60% Defense Aerial Enemies 0.2 Kairi+GU XL, KH2 Kairi+SC II, Namine HD to copy Xion EX. Burst LV 1000 (activated).

Set up by Mauro | +35.2 Counterpoint ■ Sandy Claws [M]: 20% sleep resistance ■ Orchestra Sora [M]: Double Activation

Set up by Jacki | +35 Stroke of Midnight ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double Activation, -60% defense on Aerial enemies ■ Orchestra Sora [M]: +800 HP ■ SP Vanitas [P]: Double Activation ■ Sandy Claws [M]: Double Activation Burst used is level 552.

Set up by Linde | +29 Counterpoint ■ HD Naminé [M]: -60% aerial enemy defense, -60% ground enemy defense ■ Xion EX [M]: Status Bonus Only one Attack Boost XL proc was necessary with my lv 33 burst.

Round 10: Mrs. Insolent [M] (PSMDU+2)

[2] Emerald Sonata [M] + Wretched Witch [M] (SDU+1)

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight Need Second Chance to activate on the 1st turn. Activate Sandy Claws [M] and Oogie [P] on the Witch because it has no counter. This set up kills the Sonata on first turn. No need to use Nova.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double activation

Set up by Flapjack | +32 Lady Luck Turn 1: Tap witch with Pluto, and activate all other medals. When activating Santa Claus and KA Bonds, attack the witch. In this turn you should get rid of the Emerald Sonata. All other turns: Activate Pluto when you've been afflicted with status ailments, and always remember to choose the witch to attack for single-target medals since she has no counter. You should be able to survive every enemy turn since your defense will be so high. No need to use burst (Second chance never had to activate! :D) Good luck!

Set up by Farlhem | +28 Stroke of Midnight No traits are important. Didn't even need SCII in some. Change TDU+2 and shared medal accordingly.

Set up by ADog | +35 Counterpoint Second chance only needed for the first turn.

Set up by Alvis | +35 Counterpoint In case if you don't have 0.2 Kairi. Bring Sandy Claws and Alice & Chesire with Guard Up L. It will take around 20 turns.

Set up by Alvis | +35 Counterpoint Sandy Claws+GU L. KA C to copy Sandy Claws and Namine HD to copy Final Form Xion. Second Chance isn't really needed.

Set up by Linde | +29 Counterpoint ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double activation ■ HD Naminé [M]: -60% aerial enemy defense, -60% ground enemy defense ■ Boss Xion [S]: Double activation Tapped tieri on the with surprisingly no SC needed just some DB S. Tapped tieri on the witch. I thought I got paralyzed the whole time.

Round 11: Metal Giant [S]

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight Need second chance to survive first attack. No need for burst. Will take about 5 turns. Go in with full SP.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu.: Double activation Used Sephiroth EX [P] instead of Roxas EX [S].

Set up by Farlhem | +28 Stroke of Midnight No traits are important. Didn't even need SCII in some. Change TDU+2 and shared medal accordingly.

Set up by Flapjack | +32 Lady Luck Didn't use burst. Activate all medals when you can. If running low on SP for a turn, skip Santa Claus and use KAB instead. Guard XL and Guard Up M 100% are heavenly. Second chance is not needed.

Set up by Jacki | +35 Stroke of Midnight ■ SP Vanitas [P]: Double activation ■ Sandy Claws [M]: Double activation I used 552 burst early. Second chance 2 is required for first turn.

Set up by Irfan | +30 Darkgnaw ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double activation

Set up by Sybil | +27 Fairy Stars ■ Vexen B [M]: Double activation Defense boost xl isnt even needed. Replace Roxas EX [S] with any upright speed attacker

Set up by Linde | +29 Counterpoint ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double activation ■ HD Naminé [M]: -60% aerial enemy defense, -60% ground enemy defense Vexen B [M] trait not important.

Round 12: {35} Gummi Hound [P] (GPAU+1)

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight No need for burst. Only Guard up XL is needed. You will defeat Gummi hound before hit counter is up.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu.: Double activation Used Sephiroth EX [P] instead of Roxas EX [S].

Set up by Aurelio | +35 Counterpoint Guard up XL activated on the first turn but it wasn't really needed.

Set up by Farlhem | +28 Stroke of Midnight No traits are important. Didn't even need SCII in some. Change TDU+2 and shared medal accordingly.

Set up by Flapjack | +33 Three Wishes Didn't use burst. Activate all medals for all turns. Guard XL and Guard Up M 100% were activated in all enemy turns. Second chance not needed. Xion has status bonus for Atk and Def.

Set up by ADog | +35 Counterpoint

Set up by Sybil | +35 Counterpoint Defense m 100% is enough for this one.

Set up by Linde | +29 Counterpoint ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double activation ■ HD Naminé [M]: -60% aerial enemy defense, -60% ground enemy defense ■ Xion EX [M]: Status Bonus SC required. DB M and Jumba did nothing.

Round 13: Thornsnake [M] (GAU+3, GDU+2)

[2] Poison Archer [P] + [2] Paralysis Archer [S] + [2] Sleep Archer [M]

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Use a single target reset medal, so either Alice [P] or Anti-Sora [M]! You need to destroy the archers on the 3rd turn. Did not use burst.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double Activation Snake needs to be reset at random intervals depending on refreshed GAU3. Kairei+roxas takes archers turn 1.

Set up by Farlhem | +28 Stroke of Midnight No traits are important. Didn't even need SCII in some. Change TDU+2 and shared medal accordingly.

Set up by Flapjack | +32 Lady Luck ■ Roxas EX [S]: Status Bonus Didn't use burst. Turn 1: Tap flower for Pluto. Activate 0.2 Kairi. Activate Santa Claus and KAB and target flower. Tap flower for KH2 Kairi. Activate Roxas EX. This should get rid of the archers. Need second chance for first enemy turn since defense isn't high enough yet. All other turns: Activate Pluto when afflicted with status ailments. Activate all medals. Guard XL and Guard Up M 100% necessary.

Set up by ADog | +35 Counterpoint Orchestra sora doesn't have to be used every turn if running low on SP.

Set up by Alvis | +35 Starlight Relies on guard activation. Alice to reset Snake's buff. Namine HD to copy Roxas EX. Skip KH2 Kairi's ability on the 1st turn.

Set up by ChickenMe | +35 Counterpoint It's necessary not to activate Tieri in the 1st turn. Nova doesn't matter here.

Set up by Irfan | +26 Missing Ache ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double activation

Set up by Jacki | +21 Missing Ache ■ Key Art 11 [M]: 20% Sleep Resistance, 20% Paralysis Resistance ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double Activation ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation ■ Partner Vexen B [M]: +1000 Attack VERY reset heavy.

Round 14: [3] Fluttering Squad [S] (SAU+5)

2 [4] Fluttering [S] (SAU+3) + 2 [1] Barrier Master [M] (GPSMDU+2)

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation First thing you do is activate burst to activate barrier master. Activate all medals. You must have guard up XL and M, and second chance. Partner Sephiroth EX [P] killed barrier masters and flutterings. You need to survive 1st attack by having guard up XL and M activate constantly. You will die by poison and then revive thanks to Second Chance. Group of bats/target enemy cannot perform spin attack as you are defeating it as it will kill you since the attack resets the defense buff.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double Activation ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Need heavy RNG to avoid spinner attack.

Set up by Farlhem | +30 Divine Rose ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: +800 HP ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Got lucky and didn't get the spinner attack.

Set up by ADog | +31 Treasure Trove ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Pop burst first, then Belle.

Set up by Alvis | +28 Stroke of Midnight ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Xion HD is used to copy Sephiroth EX. Burst LV 1005. Zero is used to reset enemy's buff. At least 2 Guard Up XL is needed for higher chance activation.

Set up by Sara | +27 Darkgnaw ■ Partner Vexen B [M]: Double Activation

Set up by Moises | +30 Stroke of Midnight ■ Key Art Air [P]: Double Activation ■ B&B Illu. [P]: Double Activation Burst lvl 777

Set up by Manito | +35 Counterpoint ■ B&B Illu. [P]: Def. +2000 x2 ■ Key Art 7 [M]: Str. +1000

Set up by Irfan |+30 Darkgnaw ■ Lion Sora [P]: +2000 Defense ■ Beast&Belle Illu. [P]: +800 HP x2 ■ KH 2 Kairi Illu. [M]: Double Activation ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation Dont use tieri on first turn, use santa on barrier master.

Set up by Blyscuit | +32 Stroke of Midnight ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation No need for guard L/XL, survive turn one and no spinning, try to finish quick

*NEW* Set up by Jacki | +21 Missing Ache ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation ■ Belle [S]: 20% Poison Resistance ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double Activation, -60% aerial enemy defense ■ Dark Riku [S]: Status Bonus, +2 SP WHEEZE. You'll have to skip using Belle every other turn or so.

Round 15: Ogre [P]

2 [1] Barrier Master [M] (GPSMDU+2) + [4] Dual Durandal [P] (PAU+1) + {50} Werewolf [P]

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +29 Stroke of Midnight ■ Vexen B [M]: Double Activation You don’t need to have double activation on Vexen B [M] because you survive onto the second turn using second chance anyways. This set up only takes 2 turns. You can replace Zero [S] with Belle [S]. Activate burst first to activate barrier master, and then have it be removed by Belle [S]. Try not have any medals be skipped when you are paralyzed.

Set up by Lucky ★彡 | +28 Starlight You can replace Ventus HD [S] with any GDD-2 medal. Try to have it so that the GDD-2 medal gets the keyblade multiplier. You must have a second chance skill on one of your medals. You first activate burst to have the barrier master activate the defense buff. Use Namine [S] to copy the defense buff, and then use Belle [S] (any multi-target reset medal works) to remove the buffs. You shouldn’t die from the attacks thanks to the buff. On the second turn, use Namine [S] to copy the barrier master’s buff again and have it be reset. Keep repeating the process until the barrier master dies. You should survive for one more turn. I needed second chance to activate after the second turn but it will be enough to defeat all the enemies.

Set up by Salt | +34 Counterpoint ■ Key Art C [M]: Status Bonus Pretty straightforward.

Set up by Farlhem | +35 Sleeping Lion Easy peasy! 2 turn kill!

Set up by ADog | +35 Darkgnaw ■ Lion Sora Illu. [P]: +2 SP Gauge, double activation Pop burst first.

Set up by Manito | +35 Counterpoint ■ B&B Illu. [P]: Def. +2000 x2 ■ Key Art 11 [M]: +2 SP Gauge, Def. +2000 Burst lvl 728

Set up by ChickenMe | +35 Counterpoint ■ HD Naminé [M]: Double Activation With this set up I killed all the movs in 1 turn. HD Naminé has double activation (not necessary).

Set up by Irfan | +30 Darkgnaw Tap on darkside/barrier master w/Tieri

Set up by Gorgi | +29 Fairy Stars Just need 2nd chance to activate. Burst then Belle.

Set up by Alfan | +25 Fairy Stars No traits needed.

*NEW* Set up by Jacki | +21 Missing Ache ■ Belle [S]: 20% poison resistance ■ Key Art 11 [M]: Double Activation, -60% aerial enemy defense ■ Dark Riku [S]: +2 SP Pop Burst first. Use Namine to copy Barrier Master, Belle to clean slate. Burst is shown at 559. Missing Ache is +21. (the Namine is not guilted, but it doesn't matter.)

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momtaku · 8 years ago

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SnK Chapter 92 Poll Results

The chapter 92 poll closed with 500 reported entries.

RATE THE CHAPTER (486 responses)

This chapter had a better reception than the last one. Seeing Reiner and Zeke was cited as a factor by many. Also the action was hard to resist.

that was an interesting way to set up a new story arc. i don’t really know whether i liked it or not, and i’m really eager to see what’s going on with our main crew. i’m gonna reserve most of my judgement until there’s a bigger picture though, so i can fully see what’s going on and why Isayama decided to start like this.

I have no idea what’s going on anymore.

Switching perspectives and presenting intel for readers from new, fresh and different povs is an ability Isayama has like no other, tho can be criticized for its abruptness and the kinda unexplained way it came crashing to the story..but nevertheless I enjoyed it and I think Isayama aced it.

It’s odd, I can see the effort made for us to connect with these new characters. But that just isn’t working for me sadly. While this and the previous chapters have been useful, I would have preferred more SC content. In particular reactions to the recent losses

I have no idea if it was intentional or not but Zeke’s dramatic “War is bad” line right as he chucked a fistful of rocks at the boats was hilarious. Like stahp Isayama I can’t handle all this Edge.

Zeke did the superhero landing, now I can die in peace

I’m grateful as we’ve finally seen Zeke’s method of turning humans into titans and I believe it has nothing to do with his titan form since he’s able to use it without shifting

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF REINER’S NEW LOOK? (482 responses)

Unsurprisingly, 86% of the fandom found something here to agree on. Reiner scored extremely well on the scale from “No Thanks” to “Hello Daddy”!

Reiner is getting hotter with each passing chapter. I fear we may rapidly be approaching a state of ultimate hotness that may be too much for us mere mortals to handle.

I am sad that “Hot Dayum Daddy-o” Is not an acceptable answer for Reiner’s hotness rating.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ZEKE’S SHORT HAIR? (483 responses)

While the results were still favorable, Zeke’s long luscious locks were missed by a significant portion of the fandom. The scale from “No Thanks” to “Hella Hot” had the largest percentage of respondents sat right in the middle.

THE DRUGGED ELDIANS BEING USED AS WEAPONS WAS THE MOST TRAGIC MOMENT OF THE CHAPTER. WHAT WAS THE #2? (483 responses)

I was very curious what this result would be. I watch the poll numbers shift back and forth between sympathy for Reiner and the big picture view of Eldians as whole. In the end “The world’s view of Eldians” narrowly edged out Reiner’s flashback and comment about walls at the 2nd most tragic moment.

Seeing what actually fighting within the walls has done to Reiner–his trauma, etc. was an excellent contrast to the relative innocence the new cast gives off, and it’s heartbreaking to consider that the Warriors we know may have once been the same way. Eren & co. please arrive promptly and save them.

Reiners flashback scene was the most impactful moment in my opinion. It was so heartbreaking.

I thought poop machine was bad, titan carpet bombing is even more wtf

Devastating. To see the Eldians being used as mindless weapons was severely disturbing. And Zeke finally realising that War is indeed a terrible thing.

These chapters are hella intense and enlightening about the world outside. It’s still really sick though. Totally sick I can’t even.

LAST MONTH THERE WAS OVERWHELMING SUPPORT FOR GABI. HAS THIS CHAPTER CHANGED YOUR OPINION OF HER? (445 responses)

Gabi’s glee in the last chapter didn’t sit well with some people. In this chapter she was more sedate, but still very much in it to win it, even accusing Falco of having ulterior motives for rescuing that dying enemy soldier. While the majority claim to have had no real shift in opinion, I urge you to look at the next question to see how popularity numbers have changed.

Her sympathy for her older warriors. that line with “Reiner… be careful” killed me

Her character seems more sympathetic. She was kind of a brat last chapter. This chapter she seems to actually see the realities of war.I was supposed to have an opinion on her?

I lost a lot of respect for her when she didn’t support Falco’s choice to help the soldier from the other side

Something that stuck out to me was Gabi’s concern for Reiner, “Reiner… be careful.” It’s a bit odd, she wants his power (aka eat him) but is concerned for him?

I think it was kinda satisfying to see Gabi’s view on the world change since she seemed so cocky before hand.

I was supposed to have an opinion on her?

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE OF THE NEW RECRUITS? (471 responses)

In the last chapter poll, support for Gabi is overwhelming. She had 38% of the popular vote and Colt was second with 25%. Falco was sitting in 3rd with only 19%. But look at how opinions have changed! Falco is new best boy with 37.2% picking him as favorite while Gabi has dropped more than 10 percentage points.

Gabi and Falco warmed on me but not enough. I still want to spend the whole volume on Marley before moving on.

It was really disturbing to realize that Annie, Bertolt, Reiner, and Marcel were once probably just like Gabi, Falco, Udo, etc. They might have been idealistic, prone to kindness even to their enemies (like Falco)…

HAS REINER’S LUCK FINALLY RUN OUT? (474 responses)

The overwhelming majority think Reiner’s streak of immortality will continue. This is one of those times that I disagree. I think Reiner’s titan age plus the severity of his hit may have weakened him to the point of no return.

I’m still sad about Reiner’s potential fate but I have to get prepared for him to die next chapter or in the chapter after. Poor boy only dedicated his life to an imposed duty since childhood without a break, on top of losing everybody he loved.

Since Reiner’s been knocked out (again XD) it could be a good time for the next chapter to open up with a flashback and end with him waking up? He’s been kept alive for a while, and there’s obviously a reason for it.

Maybe im in denial but Reiner cant die yet, he’s the warrior that knows the enemy best and needs to teach someone to use the 3dmg (If he hasnt already in these 4 years)

WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO INHERIT REINER’S TITAN FORM? (477 responses)

Last month 39.3% thought Reiner would keep his power. Confidence has grown slightly in chapter 92 with 42.3% thinking he’ll stay around a bit longer.

i hope reiner will not gonna die because of gabi , if isayama want to kill him no matter what i want him to die like a hero

I really don’t want Reiner and Zeke to be replaced, as I don’t see how that would add anything to the story and many conflicts would never be resolved.

WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO INHERIT ZEKE’S TITAN FORM? (473 responses)

Last month 55.4% thought Zeke would keep his power. That number has increased to 58.6% with The Jaeger Brothers Reunion Tour cited as the primary reason.

The real difference here is that last month 26% thought Colt would be his successor. That number is down to only 16.3% with Falco gaining the difference.

I wish they would show why zeke was the holder of the key to the whole story.

I don’t think Zeke is going to get eaten, not soon, at least. He’s got so many plot points that require him

I can’t wait until Eren re-unites with Zeke.

Perhaps I’m really reaching, but I hope Zeke was genuine when he said he’d save Eren.

I refuse to bid Zeke farwell before he gets to see his lil bro once more

DA BEAST DADDY IS DA BEST DADDY.

WE GOT A LOOK AT GALLIARD’S EXTREME AGILITY. DO YOU THINK HE ATE YMIR? (474 responses)

Last month 39.8% of people thought Ymir was dead. While this question isnt identical, it carries the same thought. 69.2% of people think Galliard is a new and unique shifter and not a recycled Ymir.

While Gaillard is agile, Ymir’s titan didn’t have the special jaw design, which would be weird AF if she really was the “Jaw Titan.” So I’m pretty sure she’s still safe

I feel 50/50 about the probabilities of Galliard eating Ymir, but the agility he has is not a proof, i don’t believe the “every titan has a unique ability” thing.

I hope Ymir isn’t dead not just bc she’s my bae, but bc, contrary to Reiner to who I don’t see relevant to the story anymore, so, Ymir is…

YAMS my man dude bro I wanna know the dealy-o with Ymir ASAP thx

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE PIECK AND GALLIARD’S HUMAN FORMS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER? (475 responses)

People are curious, but seeing Pieck and Galliard as humans is not as important as seeing the main cast.

I’m really hoping to see Galliard and Pieck’s human forms soon. Since there were many parallels between RBA and EMA and Zeke is said to be like a warrior Levi, I’m hoping for Galliard and Pieck to be like some warrior versions of Erwin and Hange.

I do want to see Galliard and Pieck’s human forms but not if it means we get another Marley chapter. It’s time to go back to the real protagonists.

HOW READY ARE YOU FOR THE MANGA TO MOVE BACK TO OUR MAIN CAST? (486 responses)

I’ll leave this one without my usual commentary :D

All I hoped for was to at least see Reiner and Zeke again. But I’m ready to see my children again next month. :’)

honestly I really want to see Eren’s side again, but I think it would be extremely entertaining to discover what exactly changed within the Walls and the Scouting Legion from Reiner/Zeke/Marley’s point of view once they will actually attack them. It would mean more surprises which is always good, no matter how much I’m dying to see what our other characters look like now.

please @ god i miss our main cast babies

I can’t wait to see Eren & Co! \>o</ Maybe Armin had grew his hair into a Ponytail too!

back to eren, please

fans are making too much drama for the recent lack of the main trio and the 104th squad. I’m more happy to learn about new characters outside the island and see differents points of view about the world

It’s all well and good to introduce new characters but this late in the story, after all these very dramatic plot/character changes and massive mystery revelations it’s a bit… abrupt, to suddenly be with all these new people. I feel like it’s a different series and no one told me about it.

WHICH CHARACTERS DO YOU GENERALLY ENJOY THE MOST (484 responses)

Last month 42.1% cited the 104th as faves; 33% favored the vets; 10.9% said the warriors. This month the warriors saw the a nice increase, moving up to 14.7%.

Final thoughts

There are more chapter thoughts in this post. If I didn’t publish your comment, please know that I read it and I thank you for the support. Even though these polls are more silly than serious, I enjoy getting a perspective that’s wider than my own. Thank you!

#snk meta #snk analysis #snk 92 #snk chapter 92 #snk poll #thank you to everyone for participating #publishing without proofing #and while drinking #I will regret this tomorrow

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It took me a while to put words on what I feel. I formerly planned to write something when the disbandment news came out. But I backed out because I didn’t want to open my scars. That news hurt me in thousands ways for obvious reason, but the irony was that I discovered about it on the bus on my way to the airport because...I was about to fly to Japan to see Big Bang...Whatever. I must have looked pretty silly to the other passengers but a girl crying while going to the airport is not that strange after all. Anyway. How do I start? Where do I start? Well it should be easy. Because it all started with them. Those 4 amazing and fierce girls. One random summer night 6 years ago, I was chatting with my cousin on the internet (for the older ones, it was on MSN, feel old yet?) and back in that time I knew literally nothing about South Korea. Nothing. I was a J-Pop/J-rock enthusiast. She told me she wanted me to check out a music video. “It’s not Japanese though, it’s Korean, but I’m sure you will like it, it’s totally your style! And it sounds a lot like English when you’re not paying attention.” Ok, shoot. I must admit I was a bit jaded because Korea? But okay, I told her to send me the link and I gave it a try. “I go by the name of CL of 2NE1”, oh okay wow. Totally not what I expected! I mean I was kinda into J-Pop so I lowkey expected cute schoolgirls and stuff but no. Not at all. I had the Street ver. of the Fire MV playing in front of my eyes and W-O-W. Snatched. Blown away. Shookt. You name it. I was hooked. The clothes, the attitude, the choreo, THE SONG. (I mean c’mon, I’m a West-Indian and those girls just delivered a dance-hall-ish song!) Oh-my-God!!!!! I replayed it immediately! I couldn’t believe what I just saw! I let my cousin know how AMAZED I was and she was like “ikr?!!!! I knew you would like it”. Liked it? Little did my cousin and I knew but she has just launched the biggest change in my life. This night I listened to Fire for hours!!! I felt like there was a whole new world I had to discover. The J-Pop and J-Rock worlds were full of codes so I was sure K-Pop had its own too. And judging by the comments under the video there were A LOT. I was confused about everyone making a fuss over that weird guy dancing behind Minzy for like 2 seconds (little did I know that later I’d sell my soul to that weird dude and turn him into my husband ultimate bias). So there I went, because I wanted to know more about 2NE1, who were they? What were their names? Where did they come from? Why are they called the female Big Bang? Who even is Big Bang (LOL)? Who is papa YG? What? I downloaded the mini-album (why mini? why were the Korean codes so different from what I’ve known up until now?) and lost my hair for the 2nd time because of them. Perfect. That album was perfect. A bit of pop, a bit of r’n’b, everything I like!!!!! Those girls were winning my heart at a fast rate! And soon enough I was a 2NE1 fan, a Blackjack, a future YG stan and a full kpop fan in the making. The rest is history. If someone asks what is 2NE1 to me I will ask them if they know about the concept of the butterfly effect. How a small event can lead by some domino reaction to HUGE consequences. Because this is exactly what 2NE1 is to me. Because of them my life made a 180. And the person that I am today, the things that I do, the music I listen to, the food I enjoy, the people who are my friends, the countries that I visit, everything is because of them. Being a kpop fan has changed me and allowed me to do amazing things that I would never have allowed myself to imagine. I met people who lifted me up and allowed me to be a new me, a better me if I may say. And I would not be a kpop fan if I had not discovered 2NE1. They are and will stay my #1 girlsband. Each of them shows me that you gotta do what you gotta do. People will always say something, people will always judge. At the end of the day, what matters is that you feel good with what you decided for yourself. And often, too often, the ones who badmouth you the most are the ones who wish they’d be like you. So just go and chase your dreams. Make mistakes, learn, take some time for yourself and go at it again. One of the thing I’ll be the most bitter (and sad) about is that I will never know what it feels like to attend a 2NE1 concert. It hurts but that’s just how it is. I used the word irony twice already I think, but really that’s just the adjective which would describe a lot of my situations with 2NE1. And I have 2 big examples: They came to France once (in 2012 or 2011), for an annual event about media. They were invited and a French Kpop magazine posted 2 days ago that they would do a fanmeeting for those who can attend. It was sudden, they announced this 2 days before the d-day. It was in the middle of the week, at the opposite side of the country, bad mix. But impossible is nothing. I booked a train ticket and jumped into a night train and travel alone for 8h to a city I’ve never been too. But my girls were there, so I had to be too. I remembered arriving around 9am or something and I waited into a McDonald’s. I was seeing people with their badge for the festival and was envying them so bad. It had nothing to do with kpop itself. It was about media and communication. So most of the people were 30 years old tech guys. It was so unfair. Why would they’d be able to see the girls and not me? Do 2NE1 mean the world to them like they do to me? Did 2NE1 changed their life for the better? I don’t think so. I should get an access badge, not them. Whatever. Around 10am or so I called my part-time job to tell them I misread my schedule and that I actually had a big test that day so I couldn’t come and that I was sooooo sorry. I’m usually a trustable person, so they trusted me and told me it was okay. I felt a little bad for lying when they told me “good luck for your exam” when really I was just at the opposite side of the country to try see 4 girls who had succeeded to have one of the biggest impact on my life. Anyway, the day went by and my heart was beating so fast inside. I tried going around the city, hoping that maybe I would run into them but it never happened (but I discovered later that they did a photoshoot in the streets so :’) ) Time went by and I came outside the venue, saw a few fans and the fan meeting organizer. It was not that bad and I had a little fun. At some point we (the fans) were given bracelets, “you will be attending their showcase”. I thought I was about to die. I was thinking about seeing them, waving at them but seeing an actual showcase?!!!! I tried to calm down but really my mind was in a frenzy. At some point, people started running and screaming. They arrived at the venue. A few girls were crying. I wasn’t fast enough so I didn’t see anyone. 1st disappointment of the day but it was okay, I got the bracelet for the showcase anyway so really it was okay. But now that I was sure that they were inside the venue I couldn’t believe that 2NE1 and I were breathing the same air and that we just had a few walls separating us. How I wanted to run, kicked the guard and go inside the venue. But I had the bracelet for the showcase, it was okay. With the other fans, we waited and sang and danced to 2NE1 songs while waiting. But the official time of the showcase start was getting closer and yet no one was making us go in. Finally one of the “organizer” came to us and dropped the bomb “Sorry, there are too many of you, the security thinks it will be too complicated to handle you so you can’t go attend the showcase anymore”. Honestly I can’t remember how I felt at this moment, but it was like everything was slowing down brutally. I wasn’t expecting the showcase in the 1st place but I was given a fucking bracelet, I got my hopes up for nothing. Not even a compensation. People were screaming and crying, it was chaos. I just wanted to disappear. I hate broken promises. Don’t hype me up. If you’re not sure about something just shut up and wait for when you’re sure. That was the 2nd disappointment of the day. Finally when the showcase ended, we were told that the girls got the news about us being there all day and getting the entry denied so they would improvise some kind of fan event for us. I didn’t want to expect too much but who was I kidding just knowing that the girls were so thoughtful was making me want to cry out of happiness. Ofc they would. We were asked to gather in front of a building and wait for the girls so they would come and wave at us. We were asked to sing, dance and cheer for them. And we did. Cameras were filming us, random by-passers were asking us who we were praising like this. Everytime a representant would come and say that “they’re on their way, just 5 more minutes”. This lasted for like 1h if I remember correctly. “Sing louder, clap your hands, do this, do that”. We did everything wholeheartedly. Only for the same fucking representant to come and tell us after 1h that they wouldn’t come. No explanation. We were asked to leave the area. This was the 3rd disappointment and the last stroke. I was tired and disappointed. And for the 1st time I was mad at the girls. I didn’t know who were responsible but I was mad at the girls because as a fan, a very dedicated fan I felt like my love was looked down upon. I felt disrespected and unloved. And I swear this was the worst feeling ever. Finally we were said that their car would go down the road and that they would wave to us. Not expecting much for the 4th time, I still ran to the barrier and saw the car approaching but it didn’t seem like it was slowing down. But in like 0.02 seconds, the Double Park sisters iconic duo aka Dara & Bom appeared through the car rooftop and smiled and waved at us. It was quick but I screamed as loud as I could. I was thankful, so so so so so so so thankful for the gesture! Thank you my dear unnies for at least acknowledging us peasant i-fans. The car did a u-turn, and I was hoping to see CL (my ult female bias) and Minzy but they didn’t show up. This disappointed me to no end. If 2 out of the 4 did it why not the other 2? Weren’t we good enough for them? Don’t they care about us? Did they realize all the things, all of the sacrifices that some of us did just with the hope to take a glance at them? Later that day I took a train back to my city (yay 8h new hours of night train ride) with confused feelings. But mostly it was pain and disappointment. I was mad at CL the most but I was also mad at myself for being mad at CL. I ranted so much on Twitter! Ah, just thinking about it...I now realized how much I remember from that day and it feels so weird! But well, time heals everything and I calmed down about it. End of the 1st example. 2nd example, it will be shorter loool. Time skip, we’re in 2015 now. 2NE1 is missing from the radar because of the Park Bom situation. And I’m starting to register that I won’t be able to see my OT4 before a while. Anyway, now I’m mainly focusing on Big Bang and EXO. And here come my chance to see both bands at the same event: MAMA 2015. Fun fact, I bought my ticket for MAMA based on my guess because none of BB or EXO had confirmed their attendance. But I had that feeling. 2015 was the MADE era launching, it was impossible for BB to not attend MAMA, I mean they own it!! And SM would never not send EXO to MAMA like please. So I did it, at 4AM, I bought a ticket for the MAMA and went back to sleep like nothing happened because I was in denial. Anyway, that’s not the main point. Later I got the news that CL was attending too so really it was perfect. D-day, here I am enjoying the MAMA 2015 in Hong-Kong, CL just KILLED it with her Hello Bitches! perf and she disappeared. And at this moment for like 0.00002 second I thought “what if?” but before I calm my delulu ass down, Dara unnie appeared...then Minzy...and then...yes, our beloved Bom unnie! Even her was there! Right at this moment I had the very 1st kpop band I knew, loved and stanned, performing the very 1st kpop song I heard. And I lost it, I started crying like a heartbroken girl. It was like all of the frustration, all the longing, all the love, all the resentment, everything was coming crashing down on me. The poor girl who was sitting next to me was so confused, she was looking at me frequently and I know she was hesitating about helping me or not because really I was a mess. You know when you ugly cry and it’s so hard that you have to hold your stomach? Yeah, just like this. The 1st part of Fire was like in a blur but I couldn’t miss this, so I did my best to calm down and enjoyed the show. I don’t know which ancestor I should thank for this amazing gift but being able to see 2NE1 perform at 4...my very first OT4… this was one of the best surprise ever. The highlight of the night. My best HK memory. But it hurts too because there is something very bittersweet in the fact the 1st time I had the chance to see 2NE1 perform was also the last time they would perform as 2NE1 the OT4 at all… And to finish, the little bonus. In March 2016 I went for the 1st time in Korea (to attend EXO’s concert but then again, that’s details here). Only a few hours after I landed, I “ran” to the YG building. This was the 1st place I wanted to go, and that’s what I did. When I arrived in front of the building there like 2 girls only and that’s it. After maybe 10 minutes, a taxi arrived and came to pick someone up. That someone was the one and only Goddess Park Bom unnie. We got closer to the gate and started waving at the taxi and to our surprise, the taxi stopped in front of us and the back window rolled down. Bommie unnie asked the driver to stop to greet us. We didn’t ask for it, and didn’t even try to block the gate or anything, it was her decision. She wanted to greet us, she accepted the gift of one of the girls. I managed to tell her that I wanted her to come back. It only lasted a few seconds but it was intense enough. She might never know the impact of that. But I will never forget this. This really meant a lot. She was the one who asked the driver to stop the car. She saw us and and wanted to greet us. Not many idols would do that (I’m not blaming them), but that’s important, so so important. Unnie, thank you so much. I wish I could protect you from everything, you deserve the world and so much more. What happened to you is so unfair. But it’s about time. You can still make your dream come true not matter how long it takes you. You’re talented. You can achieve anything. Believe in yourself and most of all don’t blame yourself. Minzy, our talented, sweet maknae and dance machine. You hurt me. But I respect your decision. I will still have resentment because that’s just how I am. But I honestly respect and understand your decision. I wish you the best as well. You were the youngest and you’re the one with the most time ahead of her. I wish you success and I hope to hear your new music soon. Dara unnie, our adorable Ssantokki queen. You’ve been through so much already, before 2NE1, during 2NE1 and probably after. I really wish you’d stop thinking you’re untalented because that’s not true. No matter what we do, we will always find people better at doing something than us. What is important is to improve and compare ourselves to ourselves. Tomorrow you will be even better than today. That’s all that counts. Look at you doing great in dramas and TV shows! Thank you for being 2NE1’s most supportive fan and the only real 2NE1 manager haha! CL, my queen, our leader. I hope none of the bullshit people throw at you every single day will reach you. It disgusts me how jealousy can make people ugly. People are mad at you for showing a confident image, fuck’em all. Most of them are just insecure people who wish they were at least 50% of what you are. Since when being confident makes you a bad person? Foh. What’s worst is that that deep down we know that you’re not that confident. You’re strong, so strong though. Thank you for leading 2NE1 with such greatness. No matter what you choose to do, be sure it’s something you enjoy. Screw what people say. Enjoy yourself! 2NE1, thank you. Those words seem so simple but they mean A LOT. A lot. I just don’t know how to sum up those last 6-7 years. You turned my life upside down for the better and the woman that I am today will forever be grateful for that. If I had to do it again, I would like to start this journey with you again. I wouldn’t change anything. I was, I am and I will always be a Blackjack. I will love you forever. Goodbye queens ♥ (It hurts so much)

#2NE1 #goodbye 2NE1 #it took me 4h because i kept crying and watched mvs #cl #dara #bom #minzy #ot4 #queens

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