#i make a good rika

[kogglyuffs]

im an idiot who thinks about idiots and loves said idiots

lil bonus:

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

✯𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟?✯

Notes: So like... @mjtheartist04's Little Red Riding AU, amiright??? 👀 This is just a little gift for my pookie 😚🫶🏻 gotta say this one's pulling me out of a writers block, so thanks for having such a clever dream, 'Jay!! 🩶❤️🩶

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"I don't believe in fairytales, Genya." Rika stated with a mear shrug, her eyes leaving the young innkeeper as she glances back at the picture etched into the aged paper of a wolf, baring its large teeth at a little girl cowering against a tree deep into dark woods. She closes the burgundy leather clad book, setting it back down atop the dark oak front desk that Genya had tapping his finger against, the tapping in sync with his anxious leg bobbing, causing small whines to leave the old floorboards.

He only grunts in response, his jaw taught as he almost seemed to be grinding his teeth behind his tight lips. It wasn't new to Rika about his behavior, but something about it of all nights felt... Off.

"What? Don't believe in the Big, Bad Wolf?" Genya stated - almost genuine, and Rika would have considered it so if it weren't for the slightly raising of his brows that implicated his comment was supposed to be taken with humor.

Rika returned it with a grin splaying across her lips, bringing a hand up to the end of her crimson colored hood, tugging at it like one would tipping a hat, the action causing some of her Prussian hair to fall at her shoulders from where it had been hidden behind the vibrant fabric. "If that were true, I wouldn't have a job, now would I?" She strides across the room, not leaving Genya's train of eyesight - both not daring to break it just yet.

"To say The Big Bad Wolf would be insinuating the folks around this village believe we're dealing with a Werewolf problem which, of course, is ridiculous." Rika says, Genya tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes squitning just a tad, as though he wasn't curious by the theory, but almost offended.

"Even then, the problem is as obvious as finding the difference between water and wine." Rika gives a lopsided grin, leaning a window at the front of the dimly lit inn.

"Sheep and other wildlife disappearing or found mangled is a simple conclusion: it's just a pack of hungry wolves - actual wolves, I mean. And they just need to be relocated or taken care of."

She turns to the window, using two of her fingers to pry open the dark fusia curtains, just enough to take a peek outside and see her horse chewing at a few weeds that had crept from a few floorboards beneath near the stone streets. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable on the idea of leaving him out there any longer, wanting to get him to a stable soon before the sun had fully set in only a few minutes.

"Look at that moon... It's beautiful tonight." Rika spoke, her voice a little softer now, dual colored eyes trained on the full pale beauty in the night sky, glistening against her iris’s of blue and pink. "Wven in the dark of night, something about their always being a light, even behind murky clouds... It makes you feel safe, doesn't it?"

"Funny." Genya spits bitterly, his voice breathy and muttered - but Rika caught the venom, almost feeling as though it was aimed at her. "It's funny what the moon does to people." He finishes after a second of silence, now seeing he had Rika’s attention.

Genya's execcent tapping against the counter came to a halt as his nail dug into the carvings, making a small squeaking noise at the traction of his nail splintering into it. He pulls away from it, trudging toward where Rika once was, eyes trained on the book, his buckled boots dragging across the floor, making a noise that didn't bring comfort to Rika, her brows furrowing.

"For most, it brings comfort, a feeling of safety," he picked it up, flipping through the pages, his fingers skimming along the assorted jumble of paragraphs and such, matched with pictures and depictions- his dark eyes lingering on a picture of a man, almost in aogny as his body began to morph into a clawed, fanged, yellow-eyed beast.

"For others, it's a curse, an omen, a warning... For people like me." He snaps the book shut with a feirce 'crack!' As the pages collided shut once more- earning a little flinch from Rika, who had now forgotten her attention on the sky outside, and kept her cautious gaze on the man in front of her.

"Genya... You're scaring me." She speaks, her voice faltering ever so slightly to prove that point, but she still kept her ground, finding her hand slowly making its way toward the hilt of her weapon, hidden behind her cloak.

"I know."  Genya bluntly confirms, finally standing to his full height instead of hunched over the table. Something about him made him almost look taller now. "I can hear your panicked breathing."

The statement had already set enough alarm bells off in Rika’s head, enough for her to start backing away from her close friend- which she immediately regretted, cause Genya must've taken it as a challenge, and with each step she took backwards, he took a step forward.

"What good ears you have." Rika would have said it in a sarcastic dry tone if it weren't for the tremor in her voice, keeping her vocals to a mere mumble.

The pit in her stomach grew deeper and steeper with each step, unable to tear her eyes from Genya, almost in fear that if she did, he'd take that chance and jump at her. Hell. She didn't even want to blink. She felt so... Hunted.

"The better to hear your pretty little heart racing with."

In that moment, watching the cautious steps he took, the way his body almost hunched like an animal hiding in bushes and trees, his eyes trained and laser focused, not a sound coming from him other than his voice. He was like an animal stalking.

And she was prey.

"I can see it too. See your heart pounding in your ribcage... I can see it all." His eyes were like empty sockets, nothing but a blazing gold in place of iris’s that put the dim candlelight in the Inn to shame.

"W-what good eyes you have." Again, Rika stated, and with each one, she was beginning to see a side of Genya she knew she wasn't supposed to see. As a matter of fact, one she was supposed to ever find out about.

"The better to gaze at that face of yours morph into fear." Genya explained almost subtly, like it was passing conversation, his voice low and quiet - different from his usual behavior and mannerism. Rika didn't like it. This wasn't Genya. This wasn't her Genya.

It only took one final step before Rika felt the sensation of the wall, and the pit in her stomach formed so large that she was surprised it hadn't swallowed her whole. The beating in her chest started to sound louder, thundering in her ears so hard in almost hurt. The grip on her weapon stayed firm- but that's where it stayed, her body almost frozen with fear and defeat, leaving her unable to draw put and ready herself for the ever coming attack.

And now, finally unable to escape, she watched helplessly as Genya got closer - painfully slow in doing so, as if he was enjoying the sight as she realized she was cornered and unable to run. Not this time.

His lips curled into something sinister, all teeth and no smile, suddenly, pearly white fangs on display, prodding from his dark gums, his jaw tense and causing the muscles along his neck and collarbone to strain.

"W... What big teeth you have." Rika swallowed thickly, her throat feeling suddenly dry, her body both hot and cold as a sweat begins forming on the back of her neck, and a chill slithers up her spine, like daggers drawing into her skin. Her face was hot, and she thanked heaven above it was too dark to see the red shade her skin had began to become.

At this point, Genya is already too close for comfort. His now clawed hands were splayed out at each side of her face, his face far enough Rika begin could examine the new features starting to become apparent under the moonlight still creeping through the sliver of opened curtains... But he was close enough she could hear the low growl emiting from his throat with his slow rise and fall of his chest.

Genya opened his mouth as though to finish this little banter of words between them, but he simply laughs, a low, slow laugh, his head lolling to the side as he brings his face close to the side of her own, his almost manelike hair tickling against her tan skin, causing goosebumps to ripple along her shoulder.

He brings his hand down from where it was perched, his knuckle barely brushing against her cheek, the cold meeting her warmth was enough to even make him shudder. Tugging a long strand of her dark hair from where it was hidden behind her pointed ear, playing with the strand between his fingers.

"Now that you believe it," He starts, his voice gravelly and low, animalistic, something she hadn't heard out of him before. "Tell me something, Rika..." His breath was hot against her ear, making her hiss ever so slightly between her teeth, trying to cock back from the feeling, but only making contact with his other arm, caging her in.

"Are you scared of the Big, Bad Wolf?"

[aolyxe]

I wanted to practice creating 3D models a little more... Like, I've tried to do something like this before, if anyone remembers... AND I CREATED MAJORIKA 3D

Look at this stupid magical frog............. Uh i hope it looks not so bad

I also did this little moment aeee... I decided to make her reach for the magic sphere, this greedy and stingy witch

Um

[mjtheartist04]

So..I had this dream and uhh-

[transmascmion]

Wanted to try drawing the Higurashi characters ^3^ so here’s my alcoholic 12 y/o daughter 👍

[sicksweetcreamy]

@magitober MAGITOBER 2023: ACCELE - Rika Ayano glitter beammm

[evilpenguinrika]

Hope spending some time with her four children while her darling and beautiful and amazing wife Josie's back home looking after the house or something (and totally not because I ran out of characters to take this poorly positioned group photo rip)

[lavenderjewels]

I appreciate the love for Shoko but all the theories about her somehow resurrecting gojo from death is really setting her up for disappointment

[yoosung-ah]

trust me Ray I am actively out here trying to get got but it's a lot harder than it seems

[sexysilverstrider]

one thing about pokemon is that they will make characters that at least will have 1 fan love very much and pokemon masters ex is like the cherry on top for fans of said character

[kogglyuffs]

return of the vamprika

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

I don’t know if it’s because I specifically love cruel, abusive (and especially sexually abusive) characters, or if it’s because I’ve read his sections of Abe no Seimei Monogatari, but I often feel like my thoughts on (fate) Douman are at odds with most of his other fans, to the point I can’t really interact with them about him, and gotta mute a lot of them (which I am finally starting to do)

Especially when it comes to Fujimaru, I honestly do not think he holds any genuine love nor desire to help them (unless it benefits himself in some way), even his historical counterpart was someone merely seeking fame, which Seimei calls him out on. And we already have concrete proof of a lack of love of humanity. They remind him of Seimei, so of course he wants to stay close, and is obsessed with them, but out of a desire to hurt, not help, it’s not all that different than his obsession with Danzou (who also has connections to Seimei), it’s just with her, she was much easier to take advantage of.

People seem to underestimate Seimei’s importance too? From the start he’s described as violent and arrogant, but it’s his envy of Seimei that made him into such a monsterous person. Thats the whole thing he’s known for, his obsession with surpassing Seimei, you can’t talk about his character without bringing him up… in Abe no Seimei Monogatari, he’s described as delighting in achieving his desires only after carrying out his plan to steal Seimei’s secrets and kill him. As a Servant, he is only the evils of such a man, and yes they don’t come from nowhere, but he’s not particularly tragic or anything, he’s incredibly petty. I enjoy that about him, someone so genuinely monstrous and out of a very human emotion that spiraled out of control to the point he’s taking it out on everyone else and delighting in mocking them. (I also just hate when such a delightfully evil character is softened, he has more depth than it initially seems, but that doesn’t mean a genuine desire to help people)

[claitea]

MY PACKAGE FROM THE POKEMON CENTER SHIPPED OUT OGERPON PLUSHIE WILL BE MINE IN ~2 WEEKS

[devotedlystrangewizard]

oh no i have been caught by the imagining-my-ocs-in-a-visual-novel disease

[cursed-spirit-manipulation]

i like Yuuta well enough he's a weird little guy but. He is in close competition with Suguru for the award of "the writing choices surrounding them make me feel real fucking uncomfortable." Suguru's still winning bc of the fact his storyline has 3 different young girls' pain/trauma is used to fuel his character development. Riko is... A bit uncomfy, but she is A Character. But Nanako and Mimiko are genuinely inexcusable because they exist in the story to make Geto seem more sympathetic instead of just fucking evil, as seen by the fact they fucking die and aren't acknowledged afterwards (even when Miguel and Lauren participate in the story they aren't fucking MENTIONED). But God I hate how Rika is treated by the narrative it's genuinely just. A mess imo. Like 1. Obviously her primarily defining trait is loving Yuuta which is already ehhh 2. Dies as a kid and is obsessed w Yuuta 3. This isn't because of HER OWN ACTIONS BUT RATHER YUUTA CURSING HER 4. After "passing on" her curse form is. Still fucking there and being used as a tool 5. Her character profile seems to imply she was abused in some way by her family which. I don't have a lot to say beyond :/