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cosleia · 1 year ago

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Hello hi, it's me, ms. 666. I have a ficlet request! How about cannoli(sh) kylux in the reality show Survivor?

Congratulations on winning a ficlet! :D Since I have never watched Survivor, I read a description of how the show works and poked around the Survivor Wiki a bit in order to write this. I've decided to go with the pre-Covid format of revealing the winner during the Reunion. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

I hope you enjoy!

kylux, 1045 words, modern au, survivor au

Armitage was not looking forward to the Survivor Reunion Show. He'd spent the last few months trying to forget the 26-day ordeal, and it was only the potential million-dollar win—and the guaranteed $10,000 attendance bonus—that had him taking a deep breath and walking onto the Los Angeles set now.

It should have been an easy win for him. Not only had he been taking care of his own basic needs since he was five years old, but every summer between the ages of 13 and 18, his father had abandoned him in the wilderness somewhere, telling him to find his way back to civilization on his own. There was no one on Earth better prepared to handle being left on an island with only the clothes on his back than Armitage Hux.

But Armitage had learned quickly that Survivor wasn't just about survival skills. It was also about manipulating other players into favoring you so you could avoid being voted off. This was not something Armitage had ever had occasion to learn, especially from Brendol Hux, who rather infamously had managed to make no alliances, at work or socially, in his entire life.

Unfortunately, one of the other contestants, who had made it all the way to the final two with Armitage, happened to be a natural manipulator. Kylo Ren had a way of ingratiating himself to people; if his wry wit didn't do it, all he generally had to do was take off his shirt or carry something heavy. He looked absolutely sinful eating a banana...or doing anything, really. And he knew it, and he used it to his advantage.

Not only had Armitage had to watch Kylo win immunity after immunity, but he'd had to pretend to like him, too, at least when talking with the other contestants. Because if they knew how much Armitage hated Kylo, they would have voted Armitage off long before the end. As it stood, Armitage had only made it as far as he had by going along with whatever the others were doing and occasionally sharing his survival knowledge with them. Kylo was almost guaranteed to be the final winner, and it was infuriating.

"Hey," a deep voice practically purred in his ear, thrumming so low Armitage's stomach flip-flopped. Big hands came up from behind to rest on Armitage's hips. "Long time no see."

"Not now, you cretin," Armitage hissed.

Kylo squeezed Armitage's hips, then let his hands slide away, thick fingers just grazing Armitage's outer thighs. "Later, then," he said, shoulder-checking Armitage as he made his way to the castaway seating.

"Fuck off," Armitage muttered at Kylo's unfairly broad back.

He'd been trying to forget that, too.

"The winner of Survivor is..."

Kylo Ren, Armitage thought resignedly.

"...Armitage Hux."

Armitage blinked. "What?"

"You're kidding," Kylo said.

"What?" Armitage said again.

"What the fuck," Kylo said.

The reunion show normally would have begun right after the announcement, during which the contestants would share what they'd been up to for the past few months and reminisce on things that had happened during the game.

Things went differently this time.

"This was obviously rigged," Kylo roared, leaping to his feet and sending his faux-stone bench flying. "I was the clear winner." He stormed to the urn, snatched it up and hurled it to the floor of the set, where it smashed into shards.

"You have no actual survival skills," Armitage yelled at him. "All you know how to do is trick people. I deserved to win."

He did deserve it. And he'd done it.

Kylo's head whipped up, his dark, angry eyes fixing on Armitage's face, and Armitage's heart skipped a beat. Then Kylo was barreling toward him, grabbing him by the shoulders, backing him up against the nearest fake palm tree.

"You think you're so perfect," Kylo snarled into Armitage's face.

"And you think you deserve whatever you want, just for existing," Armitage snapped back.

"I hate you," Kylo growled.

"I hate you."

"Now seems like the perfect time to show our first clip," host Jeff Probst broke in.

"And we're clear," called the producer. Behind her, the large flatscreen that showed what was currently on air flipped from the live feed to a recording. Armitage might not have noticed, except—

"Yeah," came the sound of his own voice. He sounded winded. "This is what you're made for, isn't it?"

Armitage's eyes widened. He almost didn't dare look at the monitor. When he did, he recognized the exterior of one of the huts back in Fiji.

The hut was shaking.

"They're doing it in there," one of the other contestants said in voiceover. "They've been doing it almost every night. They think we don't know."

"I would have voted against both of them way earlier, but I wanted to see what would happen. I mean, they kind of deserve each other, right?" said a different contestant's voice. "Assholes."

"And we're back in three, two," the producer called, miming the "1" and pointing to Jeff on zero.

"Looks like you two really made a love connection," Jeff said, giving Armitage and Kylo a sly grin. "When did this all start?"

"I refuse to indulge this—" Armitage began, but then Kylo said:

"The very first night. I knew he wanted me from the moment he saw me."

"You're the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself," Armitage retorted, because while he had his dignity, he could not let that stand. "Even today, right here—"

"I think we have a clip of that, too," Jeff said, and the flatscreen flipped to a recording of Armitage and Kylo standing at the edge of the set, Kylo's hands gripping Armitage's hips.

"Idiot," Armitage said, just as the live feed resumed.

"You're hot when you're pissed off," Kylo told him mockingly.

"You goddamn piece of shit," Armitage started to say, but he cut himself off this time, grabbing Kylo by the hair and thrusting his tongue into Kylo's mouth. Kylo pushed closer, and the fake tree behind Armitage collapsed, and Armitage and Kylo fell to the floor, mouths still locked together.

"Let's chat with the other castaways," Armitage thought he heard Jeff say. It didn't matter. Kylo was trying to subdue Armitage's tongue with his own, and Armitage wasn't about to let him.

~The End~

#star wars #kylux #modern au #survivor au #my writing #ficlet

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vgckwb · 2 years ago

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 130: Crosses to Bear

As Ren arrived at school the next morning, she noticed that it was crawling with reporters, cops, and other investigative types. Morgana opened the back just enough to make sure he was heard. “What do you suppose is happening?”

“I don’t know,” Ren said. “But I’d rather not stick around and find out.” She kept her head down and headed for class.

Once class had started, Kawakami addressed the room. “As you may have noticed…”

“’May’ have?!” a student snarked.

Kawakami glared at them. “As I was saying, there have been various groups of people coming here to investigate. You don’t need to be alarmed. They are here for the teachers and other staff members to discuss the Kamoshida incident” The class talked among themselves. “AHEM!” Kawakami said, commanding their attention. “Just give the people investigating some space. They won’t come to you unless you do anything funny, got it?” There was a sense of agreement among the class. “Good. I’d hate to get you all caught up in this mess before your field trip. Now, with that out of the way, let’s begin.”

At lunch, Makoto was wandering the halls, when she saw Miss Kawakami. Kawakami took notice of her. “Ah, perfect timing,” she said. She walked over to Makoto. “Due to the re-opening of the Kamoshida investigation, some of the staff cannot accompany the students to the field trip, so we’re asking some of the third years to take their place. Since you’re a model student, would you mind…?”

Makoto was a little bit stunned. “Oh, uh, sure. I can fill in.”

“Great!’ Kawakami said. “You’ll be a big help.” She sighed. “Why is this coming back now?!”

“Are…you feeling alright?” Makoto asked.

“Huh?” Kawakami replied. “Oh, yeah. I’m just a little stressed is all.”

“Well… I know that sometimes when I feel stressed, I like talking things through with Dr. Maruki,” Makoto offered. “I’m sure he’d help you, even though he was hired to help the students.”

“Dr…. Maruki…” Kawakami responded. She thought of their interaction yesterday and started blushing lightly. “Ahem, yes,” Kawakami said to calm herself down. “I’ll… I’ll take that into consideration.” Makoto was a little confused. “Anyway, just make sure you’re prepared.”

“Oh, right,” Makoto said, refocusing on the situation at hand. “I will.”

“Thank you,” Kawakami said. The two went their separate ways.

After school, Makoto messaged the group.

Makoto: So, because of the Kamoshida investigation starting up again, some of the teachers are preoccupied.

Makoto: As such, they’ve invited me and other third years to chaperone the field trip.

Ryuji: Wait, you’re coming with us too?!

Makoto: Yeah.

Ryuji: Sweet!

Makoto: I'm there to chaperone.

Ann: You can have fun while doing it!

Makoto: I…guess…

Lena: I’m sure the trip will be more fun with you there.

Makoto: Thanks Lena.

Futaba: Hold on. They’re reopening the Kamoshida investigation?

Ren: Yeah?

Futaba: Are they going to find anything about us?

Futaba: I mean, it was you that made him confess.

Ren: True.

Ann: I don’t think we have anything to worry about.

Ann: They said they were only investigating the staff.

Yusuke: I don’t think they’d tell you they’re looking into the Phantom Thieves as well.

Makoto: I’m keeping tabs on the investigation.

Makoto: As student council president, the teachers trust me with some information.

Futaba: Damn Makoto! Girl’s got connections!

Makoto: Yes, well, it’s all to benefit society.

Futaba: Speaking of, did you manage to snag the data?

Makoto: She didn’t bring home her laptop last night.

Futaba: I see…

Sumire: Well, I’m sure you can do it!

Makoto: Thanks Sumire.

Ryuji: Oh yeah. Speaking of doing stuff for the Phantom Thieves, did you see that Mishima added a new feature to the Phansite?

An: Oh yeah.

Futaba: You know the person who runs the Phansite?

Ann: Yeah, he’s in our class.

Lena: How interesting.

Yusuke: It appears he added a feature where you can vote on who you want to target next.

Ren: Yeah, he told me about that.

Makoto: That feels more like a distraction more than anything.

Ren: Yeah, but it’s his website.

Ryuji: We’ve gotten a lot of good info from him as well.

Makoto: Well, maybe you could ask him to tone it down a bit.

Ren: I’ll do it tonight.

Jose: Sorry. I was a little preoccupied myself.

Jose: You’re leaving too Makoto?

Makoto: Yeah.

Ren: Don’t worry Jose! We’ll bring you a souvenir!

Jose: Thanks.

Ren: Oh yeah, I have some good news.

Sumire: Oh?

Ren: Eris told me that she won’t make anyone a crusader until after we get back.

Futaba: As much as I’d like to believe that, are you sure we should be trusting this magical chaos lady that drove me to the brink of insanity?

Ren: It’s her wanting to drive us all insane that she’s doing this.

Futaba: Well, she’s already doing a good job.

Lena: If I’m getting this right, Eris wants us involved more than anything.

Futaba: I see…

Sumire: I’m sure we’ll be fine.

Makoto: Right.

Makoto: Anyway, just continue acting normal for now.

Makoto: I should be able to get the data soon, and once Futaba cracks it, we’ll be that much closer to the truth!

Ren: Well said.

Makoto: Thanks.

“Who are you talking to?” Eiko asked Makoto.

“Gah!” Makoto reacted. “Oh, sorry Eiko. You surprised me.”

Eiko chuckled. “It’s OK.”

“I was just messaging some friends,” Makoto said.

“I see,” Eiko said. “Well, I just stopped by to ask you: Do you know if Kitagawa-san has the same days for his field trip as our school does?”

“Um, I believe so, yes,” Makoto said.

“Yay!” Eiko said.

“Why do you ask?” Makoto wondered.

“Well, it just so happens that Tsukasa has a work trip that week,” Eiko said.

“Hosts have work trips?” Makoto wondered.

Eiko brushed that aside. “So, I was thinking we can make it a girl’s week! Just the two of us! We can hang out all day after school!”

“Oh…” Makoto said, going pale.

The wind slowly drifted out of Eiko’s sails. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, as much as I would like that,” Makoto began explaining, “due to the investigation, some of the teachers had to stay behind, and they’ve asked me and some other third years to take their place.”

“Oh,” Eiko said, wind completely gone.

“It’s alright,” Makoto said. “You didn’t know.”

“Yeah…” Eiko said.

“I’m surprised they didn’t ask you,” Makoto said.

“I’m not,” Eiko said. “I’m not exactly a model student. Although some of the teachers have said I’ve stopped being such deadweight ever since we became friends.”

“That’s…good…” Makoto said. “If a little rude.”

“Eh, they’re right,” Eiko siad. “I’m not great when it comes to school. But luckily, I have Tsukasa to lean on.”

“Right…” Makoto said.

“Oh, and I have you too,” Eiko said. “Don’t think I forgot about you.”

“Right…” Makoto said.

“Still, you are pretty lucky,” Eiko said. “You get to go to Hawaii.”

“Well, we went to London last year,” Makoto reminded her. “That was pretty cool.”

“Right,” Eiko said. “But like, Hawaii is like THE paradise vacation spot, you know?”

“Right…” Makoto replied.

“I wonder if Tsukasa could take me there some day?” Eiko mused.

“Well…” Makoto said, a little flustered. “Maybe I could convince some of the teachers to bring you on board as a chaperone. If you want to go that bad.”

Eiko was a little surprised. She smiled. “Nah, it’s fine. I have a feeling they’d just say no anyway. But thanks for offering.”

“Yeah…” Makoto said, dejected.

“Hey, cheer up,” Eiko said. “I’m sure we can find another time to do this girl’s week.”

“Um, yeah,” Makoto said. “Ummmm…”

Eiko got a text. She checked her phone. “Oh, sorry. That’s Tsukasa. He wants to hang out tonight. I have to go.”

“Um, right,” Makoto said. “Take care!”

“You too,” Eiko replied. She left.

Makoto flopped onto her desk. “Mmmmmmmmm.”

Meanwhile, Ren got a message from Jose.

Jose: Um, could you come to Kosei?

Ren: Sure!

Ren: But why?

Jose: I’m a bit worried.

Jose: I haven’t seen Cho since coming back to school.

Ren: Do you and her usually run in the same circles?

Jose: Well, no.

Jose: But it seems like no one has seen her.

Ren: That is worrying.

Ren: I’ll be over as soon as I can.

Jose: Thanks.

Ren put her phone away, and headed to Kosei.

She met Jose out front. “Hey,” Ren greeted.

“Hi,” Jose replied, lacking enthusiasm.

Rne took notice of this. “Hey, it’ll be alright.”

“THERE YOU ARE!” The two of them looked to see Tama angrily looking at them. “And you brought your little friend too.”

“I’m the one that goes here!” Jose pointed out.

Ren let out a brief laugh before containing herself. “Jose, not now.” She cleared her throat. “What do you want?”

Tama looked around. He whispered. “What I WANT is for my girlfriend not to be under house arrest!”

“House arrest?” Ren replied, concerned.

“You just had to fill her head with that nonsense about telling people,” Tama continued.

“You heard what she said,” Jose countered. “As much as I nudged her, she wanted to do it in the end.”

“Grrr,” Tama hissed.

“What happened?” Ren asked calmly.

Tama hesitated for a moment. “We were telling her parents. She volunteered to do it first. Her mother was surprised, but she took to it well enough. Her father, the true-blooded Hirai, was angry. He…” Tama choked a little. “He dragged Cho to her room and told me to stay away. I haven’t heard anything since.”

Ren was in shock. “You don’t think…”

Tama shook his head. “He may be prideful, but he’s not a killer of any kind. My best guess is that he’s going to take Cho out of Kosei. Although where he’ll put her is anyone’s guess.”

“Hold on,” Jose said. “Your families are fighting over the top position at this school, but he’s willing to take her out of it.”

“She has a younger brother,” Tama said. “I imagine he’ll be his new pride and joy.”

“I see…” Jose said.

“How long does that process take?” Ren wondered.

“I’m not sure…” Tama said. “But it shouldn’t be instant, considering everything.” He became alarmed. “If you guys are thinking of helping, forget it! You already messed things up once. I don’t want you doing it again!”

“Fine!’ Jose said, forcefully. “If you don’t trust us, what about the Phantom Thieves?” Ren was shocked.

Tama was not. “Tch. You think I didn’t think of that already. I put his name up on that site almost immediately after I was forced to leave. They still haven’t done anything, but they’re head and shoulders above you!”

“Mmm,” Jose groaned.

“Heh. I don’t have time for this any more,” Tama said. “I need to think of a way to fix this myself.” He stormed off.

Ren glared at him as he left. “Hey Ren?” Jose asked. “Why was he so rude?”

Ren knew Jose was taking Tama’s outbursts more than she was. “He’s just angry.”

“Did we mess up?” Jose said. “Like he said?”

“Well…that’s hard to say,” Ren answered. “We did what we thought was right, but it turned out like this.”

“Mmmm,” Jose moaned. “Should we not have done anything?”

“Well, that’s something only you can answer,” Ren replied. “Personally, I think not doing something would have made the situation worse in the long run. But that’s just me.”

“Hmmm,” Jose pondered. “I think everything I did was right, but…”

“Sometimes life’s like that,” Ren said.

“Well then, life kind of sucks,” Jose said.

Ren chuckled. “Tell me about it.” Jose looked at her, confused. “I mean, look at me. I tried to make sure a woman wasn’t forced into a car, and I got arrested for it. But then I met all of you. You can’t always make sure the right thing happens, but you can grasp onto the silver linings.”

“I guess…” Jose said. “But what happens if there aren’t any?”

“Well…I don’t know…” Ren said. “I try to believe there are, but it can be hard to think of them.”

“This is confusing,” Jose said.

“Yeah…” Ren agreed. “I don’t even think someone who has 100 years of wisdom could answer that question.”

Jose was surprised. “Really?” Ren nodded. “Hmmm. How am I supposed to complete my mission if a human can’t even answer that question?”

“Well, maybe the answer is that you aren’t human,” Ren said. “Maybe as someone on the outside looking in, you can see something humans can’t.”

“I see,” Jose said. “Perhaps.” He re-energized himself. “I might have to think about this later. For now, let’s deal with the matter at hand. Tama said he posted Cho’s father’s name on the Phansite, right?”

Ren nodded. They took out their phones. They soon found it. “Katashi Hirai,” Ren said.

Jose looked determined. “Alright then! Katashi Hirai? We’re coming for you! We’re going to prove our worth and show you what we’re made of!” Ren chuckled softly.

Aeon-Jose: Rank 7

“Well, now that we have a plan, do you think we’ll be alright?” Ren asked

“I think we’ll be better than alright,” Jose answered.

“That’s the spirit,” Ren said.

“I should get going,” Jose informed her. “I’ve got some stuff to work on for class.” Ren nodded. “Take care!” Jose nodded back and then headed into Kosei. Ren left soon after.

That night at the Niijima household, Makoto and Sae were present. Makoto seemed a little nervous. Still, she pressed on. “Um, sis?” Sae looked at her. “The school asked me to help chaperone the upcoming field trip, along with some other third year students. I told them I could.”

“Hm,” Sae replied. “Very well.”

“You’re OK with that?” Makoto said.

“Yeah,” Sae said. “It’ll look good for college. Besides, this way you won’t have to spend time worrying about me for a few days.”

“Sis…” Makoto said, unsure of how to respond.

“You have a good time on your trip,” Sae said. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, uh, Hawaii,” Makoto said, getting taken off-track of what her sister had said earlier.

“Hm,” Sae said. “You went to London last year for your trip, correct?”

“Um, yeah,” Makoto replied. “Um, where did you go?”

“Sydney,” Sae answered.

“And how was that?” Makoto said.

“It was good,” Sae said. She finished. “I should get to bed. I’m so tired I’m not thinking straight.”

“Oh…” Makoto said, being broken from the first fully pleasant conversation she and her sister were having for a while. I guess she does think of me as a nuisance.

“Good night,” Sae said. She headed to her room.

“Oh! Good night!” Makoto meekly called out. “Mmmmm,” she groaned.

Meanwhile, at the Okumura household, Haru was a bit nervous. “Something on your mind dear?” her father asked.

“Oh, um, well…” Haru replied. “It’s just that the teachers asked me if I could help chaperone the upcoming field trip. They seem to be short-staffed. I told them I could, but…”

Haru’s dad observed her. “Well, I don’t see why not.”

Haru was shocked. “Really?” Haru’s dad nodded. Haru hugged him. “Thank you father!”

Haru’s dad hugged her back. “Of course. After all, this will boost the prestige of the Okumura name. Plus, it’ll make you look good.”

Haru came crashing back down to reality. “Right…”

They broke the hug. “So, where are you going?”

“...Hawaii…”

“Hawaii, eh?” Haru’s dad said. “That reminds me…” Haru looked at him eagerly, “I think we just opened a restaurant over there. Perhaps maybe you could check in on it.”

Haru came crashing down again. “Right. Of course.”

“Thank you dearie,” Haru’s dad said. His phone rang. “I have to take this. If you’ll excuse me.” He picked up his phone and walked off.

Haru looked at her father. “What happened to you?” she wondered. She left for her room.

That evening, Ren messaged Mishima.

Ren: Hey, can we talk?

Mishima: Sure.

Mishima: Wanna meet at the diner again?

Ren: Sure.

Mishima: Alright, seeya soon!

Ren headed to the diner.

A few minutes later, she and Mishima were situated in a booth. Mishima had a grin on his face. “I think I know why you called me here?”

“Oh?”

Mishima nodded. “You want to talk about the site’s new feature, right?”

“Um, yeah…” Ren said.

“Isn’t it great?” mishima said. “It’s getting a lot of traction. I know you had your trepidations, but I think it’s going smoothly.”

“Yeah…” Ren said. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t appreciate your enthusiasm, but maybe just tone things down in the future.”

“Huh?” Mishima responded.

“Well, it’s just, we’re trying to figure out what to do next,” Ren explained, “and this might be a bit of a distraction.”

“Heh,” Mishima laughed. “What are you talking about? You have your next big score already!” Ren was confused. “That actor!”

“Oh…” Ren replied, realizing that’s what he meant. “Um, so we did some research, and…it doesn’t seem like the case you’re making to change his heart holds any water.”

“What?!” Mishima said. “Nah, you must be joking. There HAS to be something there! Don’t you get it? This is a chance for us to stick it to the people who think they’re so good. Who look down on us. Who shove their ideal reality onto people who can never attain it!”

“Mishima…”

“Hey!’ a voice shouted. Ren and Mishima looked over to see Akiyama and his friends. “If it isn’t Mishima. I haven’t seen you since middle school.”

“Uh, we talked like a few days ago,” Mishima pointed out.

“Oh yeah,” Akiyama said. “I guess you’re so forgettable that I forgot.” He and his friends started laughing.

Mishima slammed his fist. “Stop it!” he barked.

“Or what?” Akiyama challenged.

“Or I’ll…” Mishima controlled himself. “Mmmm.”

“Psh, you don’t have anything,” Akiyama said. “You’ve never had anything, and will never have anything. Let’s go.” Akiyama and his crew left.

Mishima was trembling. “Mishima?” Ren inquired. “You OK?”

“Heh,” Mishima smirked. “I’m better than OK. Because now you have a new target.” Ren was concerned. “Let’s change Akiyama’s heart. THAT’LL show him that we aren’t nothing. That we are the force that’s going to change Japan.”

“Um, as much as I hate pointing this out,” Ren said, “he’s really only picking on you…not us.”

“Yeah, but we’re in the same boat,” Mishima said. “The world looks down on us. But soon, we will make them look up.” He started laughing a little.

“Um, are you OK?” Ren asked.

Mishima snapped out of it. He shook himself. “Sorry. I’m just a little frustrated. He frowned. “Say…are you going to steal my heart?” Ren was surprised with the question. “I’m probably doing a bad job at being the public face of the Phantom Thieves. I wouldn’t be surprised.” Ren looked at him concerned. “Ah well, it was fun while it lasted. Later.” Mishima got up and left.

Ren was concerned about Mishima. He was acting weird. Well, a little weirder than usual. She knew what she had to do.

Later that night, Ren arrived in Mementos with her and Morgana. “Are you sure you don’t want to bring the others?” Morgana asked.

“I’m just scouting right now,” Ren answered. “It says he’s down here, but…”

Morgana sighed. “I get it. Let’s see if we can’t find him.” He transformed into his car form, and they started off. They didn’t have to go very far, as as soon as they went down a level, Mishima’s shadow was right there. “That was easy.” Ren got out of the car, and Morgana turned back into a cat.

Shadow Mishima looked at the two of them. “Heh. I’ve been expecting you.” He looked at the two of them. “Where are the others? I know there’s more than just you two.”

“We came here alone,” Ren said.

“Tch, no skin off my back,” Mishima said. “I really only wanted to talk to you anyway.” He glared at Morgana.

Ren looked at him as well. “Hm. Fine,” Morgana said. “I’ll back off.” She started to walk off. “But if you do anything, I won’t hesitate to jump in!” He continued walking away.

Ren inched closer to Mishima. “Eh heh heh heh,” he laughed. “So, you’re not opposed to stealing my heart.”

“I just came down here to scout you out,” Ren said.

“But you would do it if all your little friends were here, huh,” Mishima said.

“Maybe,” Ren replied.

He grew angry. “You just don’t get it,” he said. “Before you came along, I was fine! I knew my place. I was nothing! And then you gave me something. Something that I could be proud of. Something that could make me more than nothing. Why wouldn’t I go too far?”

“I’m not here alone because I don’t get it,” Ren retorted. “I’m here alone because I do. I was nothing once too. Hell, I was less than nothing.”

“Heh,” Mishima laughed. “If you get it, then you must know how pathetic I really am. I can’t do anything right. Volleyball. School. Running the Phansite. Life.”

“You’re not a failure,” Ren said. “You’re just a little extreme in your reactions.”

Mishima smirked. “Well then. If you think I’m going too far, then I’m right here!” He stretched his arms out to his side. “Go ahead! Steal my heart!”

Ren looked him over. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Huh?” Mishima reacted.

Ren turned her back on him. “If you want it so badly, then steal it yourself.” She started walking off.

Mishima went into desperation. “WHAT?! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS! WITHOUT YOU, I’M… I’m…” He collapsed to the floor. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ren met back up with Morgana. “Are you sure that was the right move?” Morgana asked.

“Maybe,” Ren answered. “Besides, we didn’t come down here to steal his heart tonight.”

“Right,” Morgana agreed. “Although I can’t say I don’t get what he’s going through.”

“Me either,” Ren admitted. “But we have to draw the line somewhere.”

“Do you think he’ll be able to see it?” Morgana asked.

“I think so,” Ren replied. “After all, he’s the one who asked to get his heart stolen. I doubt he’d do that if he couldn’t .”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Morgana said. “I hope he can figure it out soon though.”

Ren nodded. “Me too. Now let’s go home.” The two of them left Mementos, and went home for the night.

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Rwby Catchup V8 E1

Start with little cindy scrubbing floors. Probably hints that they’re finally going to give Ms. Genshin impact a backstory. (Lets hope its not as generic as the rest of her design) How did Cinder know where to land on the whale? Wasnt the whale made while she was down and lost away from Camp Evil? “I have given no such command” Yes you have witch, you just said that she was “to be a vessel for the maidens’ powers”, as in maidens plural. As in “I need a key to get into the vaults, and it needs to be someone of your age and gender”. Like if you want to do takebacks thats fine, (you are queen of evil after all) but you did just confirm to have given that command. Yup cinder is definitly being set up for betraying Salem. And Salem definitly knows it. So... first mystery set-up: What is salems plan with the relic, and why isnt she using it (besides “operation summon the gods to kill me” obviously). Unless they’re going to claim that, across all human history her agents never once discovered the name of the spirits (which would make her look hilariously incompetent). ------- Oscarpin is sitting in a refugee camp. Moleman has soup. Kind of dissapointing that last season ended on a “RWBYNPR and Ozcar are seperated” attempt at implying that reuniting would be a problem faced, and this season just starts with Ruby asking him if he needs a ride. Yes oscar, you were indeed stupid to think the general would listen. I agree ah the obligatory “branded criminals by the government” storyarc, Those mugshots suck. Im sorry, you want to evacuate everyone into the crater beneath the giant floating rock? I’d rather freeze to death, at least i’d leave a recogniseable corpse. Why are all the plans the people in this show concoct so critically stupid at every level. Oh no they’re talking about “getting the message out” again, though i think i can actually stand it now (Salem’s made it clear she’s no longer letting Oz cover her up anyway). Ren and Yangs TMNT Raphael storyarc continues! Hey oscar, can you ask Ozma why he thought “hovering one city overtop of another suspended by a single-point failure” was ever a good idea? (i cant believe we’re still supposed to believe Ozpin as a credible strategist/mentor) More new upgrades? Two seasons in a row? The powercreep is real. *ring ring* Captain Despot on the phone. “everything will be on your hands”, man shifting the blame for his imminent warcrimes before he’s even committed them. Some real “abuser-look what you made me do” energy. Aceops at the hospital, they’re not happy their coleague is dead but also dont seem to be “grieving” per sé. (but then again they are “colleagues not friends” after all) one note that i didnt make in my last one: Last seasons climax, it didnt feel like a plot twist that he was instituting Martial Law, so much as that he wasnt acting under Martial Law already. He had goons patroling the street, curfew and everything the moment Atlas and Mantle were introduced. I was genuinely suprised martial law wasnt in play yet. And the man just assassinated a rival politician. This is seemingly meant to plant the notion to Winter and Harriet (i think her name was?) that he’s now no longer worthy of respect, but it feels weird that this would be their line in the sand but “I have 2 out of 5 votes and vetorights” was an acceptable level of despot for them both. ------- WAIT SALEM ACTUALLY DOESNT KNOW HOW TO ASK QUESTIONS OF JINN? I thought i was JOKING when i wrote that earlier, That is the laziest, most unbelievable plot-contrivance in the history of the show so far. She’s had literal thousands of years to figure this out. Did she never, at any point in human history torture the info out of a trusted lieutenant/Have a Telepath-semblance steal the codes from Oz? This is supposed to be a war between two forces who have been playing this game for most of human history. I can buy her not knowing where the current maiden was, but I cannot buy her not knowing Jinns name this deep into the game. This scene is like seeing a Chess Grandmaster ask, during a televised world-rank game, “how the horsey-piece moves again”. Presumably this answers my question regarding her plan for the lamp though: ask it to tell her the names of the other spirits (seeing as she might not know those either) Now this is where i inevitably braintangented as i thought” “what would I do if i tried to figure this out and didnt yet have my hands on a person in-the-know to torture the information out of”, and i realised damn near instantly: This is not that great a password (on the hypothetical scope of “an immortal is trying to brute force it” of course). Because its voice-activated, a regular “brute force” aproach would be based on Phonemes rather then Letters, and there are 44 phonemes in the english language. (source: Google) If you were to brute force the name by going all single-phoneme combo’s, followed by doubles and tripples etc. Jinn is a 3 phoneme name (”dj” “ih” “nn”). So it would take at most: 44 guesses to get past the initial 1-phoneme options an additional 1936 to get past all 2-option phonemes, and you’d be guaranteed success within the next 85.184 guesses. for a total 87.164 guesses until it must have been unlocked. for reference: that is aproximately the same as the 86400 seconds in a day. Assuming she spends only half-days guessing, and guesses at a guess a second, she’d crack it within two days minimum of tedium for the immortal to figure it out brute-force. Now let’s acknowledge she doesnt know its a 3-bit lock and should be worried about the probability of it being a polysyllabic name (like if the third spirit turns out to be named Immanuel or something, thats a lot of guesses there). But what im trying to say is: If it takes her mysterious sniffing grimm more then 2 days to find, incapacitate and abduct Oscar, She’s officially wasted her time here, and i think thats funny.

#rwby

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fullscoreshenanigans · 6 months ago

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While I definitely do not disagree with the top choice,

#I based this off of which villain needs the most expansion (in my opinion) #and as much as I’d love more from the demons#his prominence means that the lack of Peter coverage is actively damaging to the story #like. he’s the ‘final boss’ and we don’t know anything about him until the last possible moment #he’s also yet another antagonist that has far more to do with Norman than with Emma or Ray #so more substance and nuance to that dynamic would have helped to sell it #especially since it’s set up and then never developed on-page #anyway as it is Peter Ratri does not deserve to be as interesting as he is #I cared way too much about his death for the amount of time he got and I’m still a smidge salty about it #*pause to daydream about a potential ‘human world’ arc* #*wherein Peter’s final taunt actually means something* #*and he still casts something of a shadow over the search for Emma as the kids work through living in a fully-human but just-as-bent world* #tldr I want to justify Peter’s importance without speedrunning absolutely everything he’s remotely associated with (via @esthelle18)

Really feeling these tags.

#this was really really hard lol. but. #i voted Norman and Peter #Norman and Isabella was a really close second but i think we’re given enough information and interactions to read between the lines #but as a Norman Ratri enjoyer I literally NEED to have more canon information on the dynamic between him and Peter #like what if Norman Ratri is entirely a delusion on Peter’s part? projecting the brother he killed onto this kid who eventually #takes up the mantle.. feels as if he’s destined to be Bad #do you see my vision #this actually doesn’t even align with my personal favorite take on Norman Ratri but there’s so much to explore #but also i think the Demon God taunts Emma in the post-canon and Leuvis daydreams about Yuugo and Lucas…. #like i said this was really really hard lol (via @emmaspolaroid)

As well as these.

(x; also more Norman Ratri ramblings.)

#really tough decision because almost all of them are so interesting to me and are definitely lacking #but my vote goes out to Lucas and Leuvis #like. this guy ripped Lucas' arm off. and still the boy managed to crawl away? #hello? Leuvis what were you doing?! XD #I just want to know how Lucas adapted to his now arm-less lifestyle #and how often he cursed this demon when his shoulder and scars were hurting #whenever one or more child(ren) wouldn't come back one day #whenever he heard screams outside and couldn't do anything but cover in anger and fear #so much fear and hate. eating Lucas up inside #but unlike Yuugo he found a way to survive this #yet never forgiving nor forgetting #plus Leuvis potencially learning Lucas is no more #after hiding from him (and only him ^^) for all these years #must have been a blow to learn #wait. did Leuvis ever learn? probably not #oh how sad. my heart is broken once again </3 (via @officersnickers)

November 14, 2047 truly set to be one of the worst days of Leuvis' life when he's informed of this.

And I am always going to be bitter over nothing happening to Phil after that conversation in chapter 100. Besides the trauma of carrying the secret of the house for two years on his tiny shoulders with no one to talk to.

Somewhat stretching definitions here but whatever

Plugging my Lambda Phil AU and Norman Ratri & Peter musings because while I think Norman has way too much going on in canonto through another convoluted layer onto to it I absolutely love the thought of Peter taking a more direct, hands-on approach to interacting with him to contrast with the less dysfunctional parent-child relationship Emma and Ray have with Lucas and Yuugo.

While Mujika and Sonju both have a shared conflict with Legravalima that could be expanded upon, Sonju's individual one with her felt like more of an asspull, whereas Mujika's one could reasonably predict the angle of earlier.

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riacte · 4 years ago

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MCC 9 Blue Bats is simultaneously overrated and underrated.

One thing that I find interesting is how the Blue Bats/ Lime Liches bias on the MCC subreddit appeared 3/4 months after MCC 9. It’s almost like after MCC went on hiatus, people start asking for POVs, people recommend Blue Bats, and suddenly everyone starts to realize how good they were. And the fun thing is that the Blue Bats didn’t even do anything. No reunion, no new analysis video popped up. The bias naturally happened. And to be fair, the OG Blue Bats/ Lime Liches fans have been around since Sep/ Nov, and they’ve always been fairly vocal, but now the bias suddenly comes out of nowhere.

The favouritism grows. Blue Bats is no longer just the special underdogs team for a small circle of fans. Blue Bats became Reddit’s new fav team following MCC 4 Purple. So people start hyping them up until some people admit Blue Bats wasn’t as good as a POV because it was overhyped, and people started voting for the Bats no matter what polls they were in. I’ve seen Blue Bats be rated better than several very strong teams, and it vexed me even as a mega Bats fan.

Because the point of the Bats is that they were (rightfully) underrated before MCC 9. They weren’t meant to be the strongest team. They were the underdogs.

MCC 9 Blue Bats is overrated because their performance is not the most technically impressive. Yes, they were good, but not THAT good. The subreddit said they had potential, but put them 6th only because there were better teams (I noticed this was the same reasoning Reddit had for MCC 13 Purple Penguins). Their raw PvP skills were nowhere near as good at the MCC 13 PvP teams. For team games, H is a good team leader, but I understand why people doubted the hermits (they hadn’t played competitively).

MCC 13 DB had more clutches and more excitement, so objectively, MCC 13 DB is the more “entertaining” reverse sweep. MCC 9 DB is slower paced, there was a back and forth between False and Green that went on for quiet a while. For the individual games (eg. TGTTOS, Parkour) even though the hermits improved a lot, Fruit and H were still ahead of them significantly. This is no one’s fault of course, everybody did their best. The Bats were doing decently (and tbh that’s enough to get them into DB), but their real breakthrough was Survival Games, which I think is NOT overrated. People like to use SG as an example of how the Bats got to DB unfairly, but the funny thing is, Blue Bats would only have HIGHER points with the new scoring. You literally can’t hate on the Bats for this. You just can’t.

Blue Bats POV is good, but there are more technically impressive POVs. Blue Bats POV is not exactly “mainstream entertainment”, since they don’t scream loudly or swear (which seems to common in current gaming content). False and Fruit are relatively quiet. And besides, if you watch the POV while knowing they’re going to win, it ruins the excitement and pure joy a little. Blue Bats OGs have long raved about how unexpected and amazing their win was, but if you’re a Bats newcomer, you know they’re gonna win. So I understand why people say Blue Bats is overrated.

BUT-

The whole point of the Blue Bats is that they’re not meant to be technically impressive. They’re not expected to win. They’re not a team of the best; they’re a ragtag team of a Dodgebolt loser, a speedrunner who skipped a MCC, and two non-PvPers who got ninth three times in a row. I’m pretty sure Scott wanted to nerf H, and that’s partially why he put him with the hermits.

You see, the backstory is essential for the Blue Bats experience. H lost MCC 8 despite his team getting first in coins. People were doubting Fruit after MCC 7. The hermits’ teams never got 5th place or above. I’m sure newcomers know this, but maybe they haven’t really felt it, and I don’t blame them one bit. That’s why the OG fans, who followed them before MCC 9, who watched their practice streams, were so freaking excited.

The Blue Bats were strong because they were strong together. This is best displayed in Survival Games. Not all four of them need to be superb in PvP or movement. Not all four of them need to have amazing technical skills. Yes, maybe H and Fruit did “carry” False and Ren as much as I hate that term, but the hermits pulled their own weight, and honestly? That’s more important than having four individually great people but with poor communication and tactics. Imagine having four great bowers but no one to loot chests. That team will fall apart. Maybe the Bats were lucky with SG. But I’m pretty sure with their chemistry and synergy, they’ll power through any team game.

One interesting thing about the How the Blue Bats Won MCC 9 video is that Frostbyte talked about the story, the interaction between the players rather than the technical skills of the players. In fact, Blue Bats were not very strong on paper compared to the other MCC 9 teams, and they kinda won through protagonist armour. The way their team is set up caused the hermits to depend on the other two, so they didn’t have a lot of arguments on tactics. Ren in particular was very eager to act as support, which he excelled in for SG and SOT under the leadership of H. Ren’s skills mattered, but what mattered more was his willingness to follow H.

That’s how the Blue Bats won. As cheesy as it is, it was through friendship and plot.

The story behind the Bats POV is what compels people to this day. They weren’t the strongest, nor were they objectively the most impressive POV. If you weren’t emotionally invested in them, you probably would just go “Oh cool. Survival Games domination. Neat.”

But they were a funky little team that vibed well together. They spectacularly won the game they most feared. Their POV is made dramatic by their fans, but in the end, it’s just four people having good time.

Sure, they’re currently overrated by Reddit. Even I think they’re a little overrated. But the MCC 9 Blue Bats are one of the most beloved MCC teams for good reason, and it’s not because they’re strong. It’s precisely because they weren’t the strongest, yet still somehow won.

#blue bats #hbomb94 #falsesymmetry #rendog #fruitberries #minecraft championship #mcc #ria.txt #mcyt #long post #help why is this so long

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*Sigh* Floof uploaded a "review" of volume 8 to the critics sub. Feeling masochistic enough to read it and tear it apart? I swear to God he's going to have a coronary from ranting about the show one of these days.

Sure, it's easier to read a review then listen to one. I could handle a lot of video if I'm just given the manuscript.

Part 0: Jingling Keys

I'm gonna go ahead and condense Floof's (and really, way too many's) beginning down to its essential point.

*pulls out a set of keys labelled 'Fuck RWBY' and starts jingling them*

FUCK RWBY! FUCK RWBY! FUCK RWBY! FUCK RWBY! AREN'T I SO SMART?!

I don't like reducing arguments down to such simplistic terms but that's what his beginning reads like. It gives the exact same tone and feeling from a political meme: reductionist and reliant on triggering your innate bias. I get that showmanship is a part of good argumentation but there's an art to it and Floof's skill is on par with a fart joke. Next.

Part 1: The Script...Is Not Talked About.

His section is labelled 'The Script' but he doesn't talk about the script. He talks about the production...barely and really could have just been replaced with the keys from earlier. I really can't comment on this.

Part 2: Floof's Coherency

Finally, an actual claim and reference to research!

Nothing any character says makes any sense at all outside of the scene that the character says their lines in, and sometimes they don't make sense in the very scene they're spoken in. There's no oversight for what characters say, so they'll say completely random things. For instance, when Nora has her fourth-wall breaking existential crisis pulled from nowhere in the episode where Ruby's group encounter the Ace Ops, Blake responds to something Nora says before Nora even says it!

... And we've apparently lost coherency for it.

This is the dialogue in question.

Blake: I hope the others are okay. I’ve never seen Yang and Ruby fight like this.

Weiss: Don’t worry, they’re sisters. Sometimes sisters just have very different ideas about what’s right.

Nora: Yeah, they’ll be fine. Jaune’s a great leader, Oscar’s grown a ton, and Yang is more than capable of protecting them all in a fight.

Blake and Weiss wait for her to continue. When she doesn't, they both tilt their heads in puzzlement.

Blake and Weiss: Hmm.

Nora: Oh, and of course Ren is- um...

Nora's usual happy-go-lucky composure breaks, and she averts her eyes.

Nora: I don’t know what he is. Every time I think the two of us are making progress, he… (sighs) We’ve been together our whole lives but I feel like I understand him less now than ever. And I don’t know if that’s his fault or mine.

Blake: When you’ve been at someone’s side for so long, after a while they become a part of you. But that’s just it, they’re only a part of you. Don’t forget about the rest.

Nora lets out a mirthless chuckle.

Nora: I don’t actually know who I am… without Ren. Pretty sad, huh?

Weiss: Well, maybe take this opportunity to find out? Do something only Nora can do.

Nora: Like what? Be strong and hit stuff?

I think this is referencing the bit where Nora talks about her issues with Ren and Blake's response. Which while a bit janky...isn't hard to get. Nora's issues partly stem from seeing herself as one part of their duo with Blake emphasizing she needs to know that isn't just it. Which given that this the first time they've disagreed- makes sense. But it's not incoherent nor is it even close to breaking the fourth wall.

I...can only get this by completely ignoring everything I know about Ren and Nora and thinking that literally everything they say is just a mouthpiece for the writers. Which is stupid and wrong to do.

Characters say random, unrelated things (even if it doesn't suit that character) and it makes everyone's dialogue have "the same voice". As though they were dummy dolls controlled by the same puppeteer. The only attempt at any kind of distinction between what these characters speak is the type of quip that's tacked onto their lines, and their voice actor. No one has unique dialogue which makes for forgettable, bland, and boring exposition dumps. Most of this Volume was dedicated solely to poorly done exposition and characters talking about the things they could be doing but choose not to.-

And we've lost the claims now too. I'd love to argue it but there's nothing to argue. I also cut about 40% of the paragraph because the rest was jingling keys.

Scenes lack any cohesion. The level at which they lack is awe-inspiring, as they'll contradict previous and future scenes not just from prior Volumes but also from scenes within Volume 8 itself.- -A notable example of this issue was Team RWBY not having a plan in Volume 7, before suddenly having Ironwood's original plan from Volume 7. Amity Arena wasn't completed in Volume 7 because Ironwood set up a trap for Watts whose fight scene predicated on this idea. But in the first episode of Volume 8, Amity is somehow magically ready to work right off the bat. How can this be?

*starts banging head against desk*

A. It was never stated nor shown they didn't have a plan. That's just a strawman that people cooked up. Am I to believe Ironwood was secretly evil all along too since we're buying strawmen?

And B.

Pietro: Uh... We’ve made decent progress on construction and fuel collection, all potentially manageable, but uh… hm… Amity was designed so it couldn’t launch itself without first being granted clearance from General Ironwood’s terminal.

'Managable' implies uncertainty, amplified by 'potential' making the very assessment unreliable. Supported by 'decent progress', not 'completetion'. And even if you argue that it was said it wasn't finished-

Watts: Hmm… This will certainly do the trick. Although I wouldn't exactly call it finished.

Watts even noted in the episode BEFORE the one you referenced that it was useable, just not finished. Finished and inoperable do not operate on an on-off light switch.

The rest is yet more him jacking off. Well, maybe not-

Part 3: Floof Unzips His Pants

Oh god damn it- THERE'S NOTHING HERE. It's just a bunch of assertations without any references to support it. I can literally defeat it by saying 'Yes they did' because all Floof said is "They didn't."

Part 4: The Artist Can't Talk Art

Floof says nothing. AGAIN. Even the stuff he does mention (From Weiss's limp push on Ruby, to Yang's basketball bounce, to Winter A-Posing and the fight animation covered up by particle effects and shoving things offscreen,) is unexplained. Floof is an ANIMATOR, by the way. All I can really say is-

The claim that Rooster Teeth is still using crunch is, as far as I know, dubious. Even the Glassdoor reviews recently are more positive (but still some bullshit mind you). I hate RT for pulling this shit in the first place so I have no real personal stakes here.

Part 5: Excuses

Floof says he didn't explain anything because the flaws have been discussed to death...which begs the question- Why did he bother making a review? Same with his claim that RWBY is just noises and colors on a screen- Why act as though you're a critic when by your own admission you'll never see improvement?

It's just more bitch basic showmanship to encourage an extreme response. I pull this stuff SUBCONSCIOUSLY and have to work around it.

You could replace his review with jingling keys and it'd serve the same purpose. Be more honest too.

I ain't rating his review. He's not worth it. Not even for some sadistic pleasure.

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//fatherhood headcannons//

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou / Bokuto Koutarou / Daishou Suguru

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.7K (~550 a piece)

Notes: don’t come for me and my self-indulgence. Also >:C if you’re of age and living in the United States, go fucking vote. i am not asking.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He goes into this whole fatherhood thing with complete and utter confidence. Kuroo Tetsurou is convinced that he doesn’t need to have a single parenting book. How hard can it be?

It’s all just making sure his kid doesn’t die, right? R I G H T?

He tries really hard to understand all of your discomforts during the pregnancy, but wowowow he’s bad at it. You were complaining that your feet were sore and he just looked at you weird. You had just gotten out of bed? How did your feet already hurt? Your back hurts? How? You’re laying down?

He recognizes that you’re in discomfort and he, of course, doesn’t look past that. He’s going to do whatever he needs to do to ensure your comfort, but he just struggles to comprehend it.

I promise that Kuroo was so calm and cool and collected throughout the entire pregnancy and honestly, even during delivery, he was there to tell you how great you were doing, holding your hand, letting you crush his fingers in your tight grip. He would pat your head and occasionally give you little kisses on your temple.

But when the nurse asks if he wants to hold his new little girl and places her in his arms, oh he’s crying. He doesn’t even realize that he’s crying until he feels the tears stream down his cheeks.

It was in the following weeks that he realized just how hard this whole parenting thing would be. Sleep? Kuroo didn’t know her. The baby religiously started crying every night at 2:27 a.m. and it would take nearly an hour to get her to fall back asleep. By the time that hour passed, he was already back to being wide awake and would just lay in bed, unable to fall back asleep for hours.

The first time he ever had to change a diaper, he had to pull up a YouTube video to figure it out, but he’s not about to tell you that.

He has no idea how to dad, but Kuroo ends up being a really incredible father. While he may be lacking in the basic skills like knowing the correct formula temperature or how to properly hold his daughter, he makes up for it with his constant companionship.

You’ve walked in on him in the nursery so many times. He’s really not even doing anything. He’s just leaning against the crib, running his fingers across his little girl’s skin, still not believing that this is real and that that little baby is his, something that he helped create. Oh, it just makes him so soft to think about. He talks real quietly to her, telling her about his day, like she has any idea what he’s saying, but he still smiles so wide when she looks at him.

His little girl is his entire world and I just know that he’s an incredibly protective father. He knows that the world is a scary place and he wants his daughter to be able to grow up having the best life possible, even if it is difficult.

Bokuto Koutarou

It was an accident. It was 100% an accident. But, the absolute joy that lit up his features when you told him your happy news, well, you don’t think you had ever seen him smile so wide. He had picked you up to spin you around and covered your face in kisses. Bokuto had set you down and immediately squatted down to place a kiss on your non-existent baby bump, telling his little baby how excited he was to be their papa.

Bokuto does prepare, well, at least a little. He owns one book, but he has read it cover to cover. When he was reading through it, he would stop at something that he found particularly interesting and show it to you.

He didn’t really know how best to take care of you, but he tried his best! He would rub your shoulders or feet when you asked. He would make dinner after practice. He is absolutely running to the store in the middle of the night because you had a sudden craving for Cheetos and vanilla ice cream. Bokuto thought it was best not to ask what the hell you were doing when you proceeded to dip the Cheetos in the ice cream.

Bokuto forces you on walks. He read in that one pregnancy book that walks can help induce labor, so in the time leading up to the due date, Bokuto was taking you on strolls around the block multiple times a day.

But, he gets really busy with MSBY ;-; like. . . a lot. He wants to be there every step of the way, but he just can’t. Even after the baby was born, it seemed like there was rarely a day off for him to just spend with you and the baby.

Nothing hurt more than seeing the video of his little boy taking his first steps, knowing that he wasn’t even there to see it for himself because he was stuck on a bus in another city for a game.

This boy B R A G S about his kid all the time. Sakusa might just beat his ass if he has to hear Bokuto coo about his son one more time.

Games that happen at home are Bokuto’s favorites because he knows that whenever he looks up into the stands, you’ll be there, the baby in your arms, a tiny black knit hat with gold detailing pulled over his head. It always made his heart so warm and he seemed to always be on top of his game just so he could secure a win quicker. He just wanted to rush to you and cradle his little one in his arms.

He likes to toss his little bean up into the air, but he has absolutely bonked his son’s head on the ceiling and then proceeded to fail to catch him because he was so in shock that he just hit his son’s head on the ceiling. Insert one (1) bokuto koutarou suddenly regretting every life decision that he has ever made.

Surprisingly, he’s a really good parent? He understands the balance between being caring and supportive, but also having a firm hand on discipline. He isn’t much for punishments, because he’s going to feel bad, but he won’t hesitate to sit his son down and have a talk if he needs to.

God Bokuto is such a good dad please i’m so soft i just know that he would sob his eyes out the minute the baby is on its way

Daishou Suguru

please i don’t even want children, but i would make an exception for daishou suguru

Suguru is so?? stupidly?? prepared??

Like the two of you decided that you wanted to have a baby and this man went to the bookstore and asked one of the workers which pregnancy books were the best. The poor high school student had no idea

He took notes and was just constantly studying up on things. You’d think he was back in university again with how much he poured himself over these books.

While Daishou may have all of the technical stuff down like knowing the exact female reproductive anatomy and how it all works to produce the baby and he can definitely change a diaper with his eyes closed by now, but-

When the time came to put together a nursery- oh the boy was lost. He had no idea what to do. He’d never built a crib before. He wasn’t really sure why he was expecting it to just unfold or magically form together when he took it out of the box, but now he was just sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by bits and pieces of a baby crib, pouring over the instructions, only to get more confused.

Please go sit with him in his time of need. He’ll rest his head on your shoulder and rub tiny circles over your bump.

Suguru probably jumped a foot in the air when he felt that itty bitty kick against his hand. It took him by complete surprise and his eyes were as wide as saucers, but this really slow smile took over his face and you don’t think you had ever seen him so happy, a complete smiling and laughing mess.

He takes the best care of you b y e

Morning sickness? He’s right there to pull your hair away from your face and get you a glass of water.

Too bad he spent all this time looking up information on the actual pregnancy and had no idea what to expect for actual childbirth. Overnight bag? He said, “How long does this take?” He had no idea what to do during delivery. His dumbass just stood there until you demanded that he give you his hand and definitely screamed when you nearly crushed his bones in an absolute death grip, nails digging painfully into the back of his hand, but who was he to object. He wasn’t the one pushing a child out of his body.

Oh, did I say child? Try children. Suguru nearly fainted when the nurse said that there was “one more.” He didn’t remember seeing a second little peanut on the ultrasound, but maybe he just forgot in the overwhelming panic of the moment?

He was so good all throughout the pregnancy, but the minute the kids are born? It’s like he completely forgot everything that he read over the past nine months, but the softness in his eyes and the gentle smile on his lips the very first time he got to hold his kid? It made it all worth it. He didn’t know that it was possible to love someone so quickly, but he looked at the faces of his newborn children and he couldn’t have been happier.

Daishou has fallen asleep in the nursery chair more than once when he was up with the babies. You’d get up to see what was taking so long, only to find him leaned back, his head lolled to the side, two tiny bundles held securely to his chest.

In conclusion. I love daishou suguru and he would be a really good dad once he figured it all out

{Taglist: @moncymonce @nicka-nell @celosiiaa @kuronekomama @lovinnoya and @nekxrizawa @boosyboo9206 bc you both got me thinking about them as d a d s and now i can’t get it out of my head onyx please take this as a bribe to receive the daishou suguru hip dermal edit you made i need it}

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annalis-e--shadowofpanem · 2 years ago

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Unarmed

Watching Cereza cook really was watching an artist at work. Go go wondered in a way why she didn’t live full time in a restaurant - you could be the best assassin in the world, but if you could make scrambled eggs look that gorgeous you might just be wasting your time doing anything else.

“O-ren is still asleep, and probably needs it. As you say - it’s be a week.”

Mallory brought the two small cups of coffee to the kitchen island and sat down a few feet away from the former bodyguard sipping her latte. Go go gave a polite nod of thanks as she picked up her espresso, the cup hot against her fingertips. The first sip already bracing her for the day.

The question made Go go pause thoughtfully a moment before both her and Mallory replied with eerie similarity;

“Pancakes.”

They shot each other symmetrical amused, incredulous looks. Go go paused with her cup half way to he lips.

“I didn’t figure you for pancakes for some reason.”

Mallory gave a roll of a shrug. “My mom used to make ‘em.”

Go go was curious now.

“Your mom, is she…” How to phrase it…

“Yeah she’s still alive. It was my dad and brother who were in London.” She uttered it so blithely and sipped her coffee. Already Go go noticed a little of something like her old self in the Viper. That hardened edge.

“I’m sorry.” She replied simply, but honestly. Mallory gave another shrug, but this time there was a touch of bother in her expression.

Go go raised the cup to Cereza then took another sip.

“I think the vote has been taken.”

Upstairs, Floss sat bleary eyed at her laptop with the curtains still shut. She’d slept in, but there were things to arrange. Likely as soon as O-ren’s feet touched the floor she’d be running for Celina, Texas, where a young Bebe Shaw was still blissfully unaware of the storm which raged around her. Still, Floss made sure to book the first flight after breakfast.

O-ren and Molly slumbered peacefully, though Molly occasionally turned in her sleep, as if she were dreaming.

Floss lay back down on the bed for another ten minutes, the smell of cooking wafting temptingly down the hall.

Beatrix Kiddo couldnt know what a hub Texas had been for the last week. Be it via traditional flight or covert. The tall, blonde woman strode through the airport with very little baggage and a driven look on her face. She had a striking, effortless stylishness about her. There was a hotel room with her name on it a little way into the city, as much as it chafed her, she couldnt go into this thing without sleep. Budd was afforded one more day of relative peace.

Eleanor stayed awake for as long as she could before she accepted that her window of opportunity wasn't coming. When Eleanor awoke, she couldn't remember undressing or climbing into bed. The curtains were undrawn, and sunlight flowed freely into the room. When she woke, the first thing she did was smile and laugh, grateful that she didn't make a wager with Pan or Floss. It was a beautiful morning. The clouds from the evening before had broken, making way for a brilliant golden sky.

Not even the daily morning phone call could dampen the view of the sunrise over the horizon. Instead, Eleanor stood before the window while her skin drank the sun's warmth while she answered the phone.

"You know what I love about these calls?" Eleanor asked. "No matter where I am in the world, you always manage to be right on time with this call."

"Time conversion is literally the easiest thing I do every day," Deborah replied. "I wasn't sure who I should call; you or the Director. Given the circumstances, I assumed you would still be the point of contact for the morning report."

"I appreciate that. I'm sure Pan will, too." Eleanor leaned against the window. "So, let's hear it."

"To begin with," Deborah replied, "Saga Skarsgard has closed Nytt Tral Hus. Most likely due to growing dissent in the community."

"Most likely."

"Much of the staff were instructed to return home pending further instruction. With the resort closed to clientele, it's guzzling money to continue its payroll, plunging it into financial freefall. Saga, herself, is not returning any calls. It appears that she's elected not to return home to Sweden, remaining in the resort."

"Hmm." Eleanor crossed her arms. "Anything on Agnes?"

"At home. Working on a statue in plain sight, like nothing's happening. Paris is still very adamant about putting together a strike team to apprehend her."

"Amber?"

"We're still waiting to see what Shu Lam discovered in our database that made

Agnes react the way she did, but the encryption Lam put on it can only be broken by Lam, herself. We're waiting for her to settle in at Casa Del Doi before we enquire further."

"Take your time. Amber's new to all this. Give her some space to process what's happened. Any news on Cyanne?"

"Medically cleared. Cyanne wants more safeguards around the artifact, to ensure what happened to her doesn't happen to anyone else on her staff." "And let me guess..."

"She still won't tell us in detail why she quarantined in the first place."

Eleanor placed the call on speakerphone and laid her phone on the windowsill. "Anything else?" She moved to her suitcase, laying out items on the bed.

"A small matter, concerning security at the library. We hoped to resolve the issue ourselves before bothering upper brass with it, but it's ongoing. We aren't sure how serious of a security issue this is. An artist named Deng Jia has sent several artworks and display armors to our library. We aren't sure how they've found us. The artworks range from random to strangely intimate to current affairs: the Umbrae Somnia debacle and Pan's pregnancy, for example. One of the armors came with a note from a Queen-Saint Skylar Stabat, a young monarch from a country with no viable records or references in history texts of any kind."

"So we're being pranked by an artist in the intelligence community that's pretending to be from a made-up country."

"Except the country is very real. They pointed themselves out on a map. We flew a drone over it--the country is very much there, the sole inhabitants on a large island that, according to history and geography, does not exist."

"...Did this Queen-Saint mention what she wanted?"

"A meeting with Pan to discuss outreach, and protection by the Shadows. She acknowledges that we're currently battling issues on several fronts and has elected to wait until we are comfortable holding such a meeting."

Everything in her bag was some degree of tactical, except for a single flower dress. The fabric was light and gentle to her fingers. The warmth of the sun beckoned her. She lifted her shirt over her head and threw the dress over herself. The weightlessness of it welt strange, but she knew she would adjust in an hour or two.

"I'll run this all by Pan when it's time. But if she calls you for the daily debrief, go ahead and tell her. We want to keep her peace as much as possible, but not at the cost of making her feel like her pregnancy makes her incapable of making executive decisions. As for the artworks themselves, set up a proper display in Lux Hall North. If the nation of Sieri Lycar claim to be friendly, they won't mind if we show their nice pieces off to the rest of the community."

"Yes, ma'am." Deborah stifled a slight chuckle.

"Anything else I need to know?"

"No, ma'am."

"Alright." Eleanor pulled her auburn hair through a hair tie and draped it over her shoulder. "Business as usual then. Arrange a meeting with Ms. Harris about the budget. If she isn't just a barking puppy holding a binder, maybe she'll have some ideas on how to effectively privatize the company. Other than that, continue your duties and let me know if anything develops on the issues stated. Also... tomorrow, we're going to discuss vacation options for you."

"Oh, that's not necessary, ma'am--"

"It wasn't a suggestion, Deborah. You caught me at a strange time when I'm realizing the value of time off. It's time you've had some. Pick any week within the next month, and be prepared to take it off."

"...yes, ma'am."

"That'll be all, Ms. Marks."

"Ma'am."

The line closed.

Eleanor brought herself to the mirror and the woman that looked back appeared to be at ease...a state of being that her shoulders and posture were unaccustomed to. Her eyes softened and she smiled to herself.

Through the silence, Eleanor heard the distinct sounds of batter striking a pan and beginning to sizzle. She gathered herself and headed downstairs, but not before slipping into Mallory's room and leaving the small disk inside her bag. If Mallory was half as canny as she made herself out to be, she'd notice it.

Afterwhile, Cereza had developed a steady rhythm that lead from the left countertop, over the stove, to the right. Mixing batter on the left, pouring it onto multiple pans in the middle, and stacking the resulting pancakes onto plates on her right. A new stack was made every seven minutes in a revolving conveyer belt of activity, but it left her fully adhered to the stove.

The solution? “Help yourselves,” she told the room.

The syrup sat in the center of the table, and sausage and bacon weren’t hard to fry. Leslie fried herself two strips and settled at the table. She couldn’t help but notice the particular roundness of the perfectly browned pancakes. She found herself entranced by the ebb and flow of Cereza’s workflow. It was no big mystery why she resigned in the first place--she found her peace,.

Leslie couldn’t imagine just how Pan convinced her to return to a Shadow’s life... If even for a little while. And she hoped that she could find the strength to leave it again. She heard from her peers how many Shadows fight and kill for a life they themselves would never witness. And, in the moment, with activity as small as cooking, she understood why Pan ordered them all to pause. If only for a little while.

A fork sank into Leslie’s stack, and a pancake flew from the top, stolen by a mischievous Eleanor. Bewilderment made itself apparent on Leslie’s heavy brow.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Eleanor cackled. “We’ve been telling you all the time: ‘keep an eye on your surroundings.’” She fixed her plate and sat herself across from Mallory. “How’s that leg? Any numbness?”

#//sorry this took forever

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razorblade180 · 4 years ago

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Thin Divide: Among Us

Eight people, two imposters. Snuff them out or complete the required tasks. Good luck!

Nora:I call it now, it’s definitely Jaune.

Jaune:You see that make you look suspicious Nora, but that’s so in character of you that I’m pretty sure you’re just a crew mate.

Nora:Maybe that’s the plan? Hehehe.

Weiss:Are you blaming Jaune or incriminating yourself?

Ren:Don’t even. Just don’t, she’s gonna do this the entire game.

Ruby:Alrighty! Let’s do this guys. We have our tasks, just keep an eye out for anything suspicious....

Nora:I’ll be watching Jaune like a hawk! I’ll catch him in the act!

Jaune:This is going to be a long game....

Pyrrha:Or a really short one.

xxxxx

Several minutes pass. Everything seems fine and people are on task. Yet things are a little tense. No one is talking. They’re all learning the rules and being cautious. Nora casually follows Jaune to do wiring and go just about everywhere. She can feel it in her gut. “I’m onto you.” She thinks as he suddenly sprints around a corner out of sight. Suddenly, lights shut off. Things suddenly feel like a bad idea.

Nora:What the!? That’s cheap. Maybe stalking someone alone was a bad idea. Oh! I’ll get Ren t-

xxxxx

Emergency Meeting!

RWBY JPR:Huh?

📢Yang: Oh, so that’s what that button- oh geez, Nora’s dead!

Ren:Wait, what!?

Everyone looks at the character icons to see Nora’s crossed out. Ren goes pale.

Ren:Nora! Who’s responsible for this!? Where was the body found!?

Blake:Nowhere, Yang pressed the button. However....*looks at Jaune* I did see her following you.

Jaune:You know why! I didn’t do it! Ren I did not do it.

Ren:I’ll vote you out right now. Jaune I swear-

Jaune:I just finished doing wires! I’ve been focusing on task and nothing else. Yeah I saw her spy on me, then lights went out. Now we’re here.

Blake:I’m just saying you had all the opportunities to do it. The fact that you’re so offended isn’t helping.

Jaune:We have no proof and you’re suspecting me!

Weiss:You were the one with her.

Pyrrha let’s not jump to conclusions. Someone could be framing him.

Ruby:Where was everyone? I was doing trash.

Blake and Yang:Med bay.

Weiss:This map is confusing. Communications, maybe?

Jaune:No, I was there. Unless there’s another one.

Ren:A room with a tree.

Yang:It’s totally Jaune. He’s alone and already knows the map.

Ruby:I know the map. Weiss is just bad. You’re bad if you don’t know the map!

Yang:I know it.

RWPJ:THEN YOUR POINT MAKES NO SENSE!

Times up. No one voted. Two imposters remain.

Jaune walked back two wards communications. The group had gotten pretty familiar with all the cool things possible. Cameras, vents, everything. This time two people followed Jaune. Yang and Blake. He started sweating.

Yang:Why are universe lady killer? Running out of luck?

Jaune:It’s possible. You two could possibly kill me then cover it up. Do your tasks!

Yang:We were together all the time last round. We’re in the clear.

Blake:It’s you that’s in the hot seat.

xxxxx

Ren:*getting oxygen* Who do you think did it?

Ruby:I don’t wanna point fingers, but Yang would totally thrive in this game. But Weiss is possible too. Stay focused. Killing Nora was to make you stirred up. Keep a cool-

Reactor Meltdown

Ren:That’s not good.

Ruby:You go left, I’ll go right! Be safe!

xxxx

Jaune:I’m going to stop the-

Blake:It’s taking you awhile on that panel Jaune. Don’t tell me you’re stalling?

Jaune:No, I’m just bad! Let me go the reactor or we lose!

Yang:Ooorrr I go. If Blake dies then you’re dead! If you don’t finish that panel-

Jaune:You have 30 seconds!

Yang goes sprinting out of the room. Blake goes to do her task across the room. She’s definitely sure it’s Jaune. This plan is full proof. Yeah if she dies then that would suck but-

Jaune:Ummm why hasn’t anyone stopped the reactor yet?

The counter was already at ten. What was taking Yang so long!? Both ran to the door in a panic to reach the reactor but then-

Report!

Everyone spawned back at the button. Well not everyone. Yang’s named was crossed out, and Ruby had teary eyes with a finger pointed at Weiss.

Ruby:MURDERER!!!

📢Weiss:Ruby it’s not what you think! I-

Ruby:Oh I saw! I saw perfectly! Right on the bridge leading to the reactor panel on the right. You were right over her corpse!

Blake:What!?

Weiss:I know it looks bad, but I found her like this! I run because I saw 1 out of 2 on the panels-

Ren:Me. I was on the other panel. Ruby was with getting oxygen and chose to get the other one.

Ruby:Yeah I wasn’t expecting to walk in on a crime scene.

Weiss:Wait! I was all the way at the bottom of the map. You should’ve gotten there before me.

Blake:Oh now you can read a map!?

Weiss:It takes time! It has to be Ruby.

Ruby:WHAT!?

Pyrrha:I was in electrical by the way. I know nobody was with me but I promise I’m innocent.

RWBR:We know Pyrrha.

Jaune:I don’t think it’s you but the fact you’ve been alone twice now.

Blake:Oh no, you’re definitely still an imposter Jaune.

Ruby:NONE OF THAT MATTERS! I want Weiss out right now!

The reaper puts her vote in.

Weiss:Ruby!

Ruby:Sister killer! You were by yourself too. I know you Weiss, always plotting. I came across a locked door while heading there that slowed me down. Nobody can confirm where you were, and you could’ve easily vented to get where you needed to be. You’re just mad I caught you so you self reported.

Weiss:That’s- I....don’t be a dolt. You all can’t be serious, right?

Pyrrha hugs a crying Ruby while the others have their heart ache at the sight. They all look at Weiss suspiciously, taking the risk to vote. It was unanimous. Weiss was immediately escorted to the air lock, struggling the whole way.

Weiss:You’re being tricked! I’m innocent!!

Ruby:Tell it to the souls you’ve taken.

She was shot into space. All of them watching her drift away. Ruby rubbed her eyes, then gasped.

Weiss was not an imposter. 2 imposters remain.

Ruby slowly backed away towards Ren. Right now, he was the only trustworthy one. Someone’s playing mind games and it’s working two well. Nobody had the chance to get anything done before Jaune presser the emergency button.

Jaune:Okay, we obviously need a minute to reevaluate-

Blake:You’re an imposter!

Jaune:We were in a room together! Why wouldn’t I kill you and vent away. At that point I could’ve made up a story! But no, I just wanna shoot asteroids!

Pyrrha:Fair point, it would’ve been a double kill.

Ruby:All of you look suspicious except for Ren! *votes Jaune*

Pyrrha:Ruby! He only pressed the button to clear the air!

Ren:He did just come up with a good argument.

Blake:I’m voting for Jaune.

Jaune:Well I’m skipping! Pyrrha please skip two before there’s two imposters and two crew mates. This is very bad time to throw caution to the wind.

Pyrrha:I agree. *skips*

Ren:....*skips* If someone dies next round and it isn’t Jaune then it’s definitely Jaune. You’re on thin ice, so are you Pyrrha. You agree with him easily.

Pyrrha:Ren, that’s not suspicious. I do that in real life.

Blake:And he’s using it to his advantage.

Jaune:You’ve been gunning for me since the start basically, even though you were with me. That’s pretty suspicious.

They all went their separate ways except for Ren and Ruby. This was dire. Everyone sounded sketch and friendships were crumbling. Next time for sure, a vote needed to happen. Pyrrha found herself going back near the button whe Jaune came out of a room to the right, alone. Both of them looked at each nervously.

Pyrrha:What are your tasks? I’ve already seen two other people enter that room before?

Jaune:I was checking vitals. We’re all alive and my tasks are done. What are you doing?

Pyrrha:I was gonna call another meeting. Say, are you saying I’ll go in that room right now and we’re fine?

Jaune:There is no body in there. Check for yourself. If I was an imposter then I’d be on cool down. Plus you could report and I’d feel the vaccum of space.

Pyrrha nodded and peeked in. No blood or anything. She went to the vitals to confirm that everyone actually was alive. The imposters must’ve known how risky things are now. It was fine. Tasks were almost done. Jaune was finally looking normal. She breathed a sigh or relief.

Jaune:Don’t tell me you were expecting a body?

Pyrrha:*red* I’m sorry!

Jaune:It happens. Honestly I thought you were about to stab me.

Pyrrha:I don’t like this game. It’s stressful. Doubting my friends isn’t exactly fun.

Jaune:What we need is a trap. A play that leaves Blake and Ruby red handed.

Pyrrha:You think it’s them?

Jaune:It has to be, and I know just the way to check one of them and keep us in the game. Pyrrha, I have a plan....

xxxx

Ruby and Ren watched the cameras in silence. Blake was at the trash while Pyrrha and Jaune were near the button. Ruby looked at Ren and smiled.

Ruby:It’s Blake and Jaune.

Ren:How can you tell?

Ruby:Unless Blake has a similar task, I did trash already. Shall we question her, or wait for actual proof.

Ren:Tasks are almost done. We might be able t-

Reactor Meltdown

Ren:Shit, Pyrrha can’t press the button now.

Ruby:But this also gives us a chance! Imma about to catch them red handed! Ren, stay on cameras and watch me go to the left. That way you can report my body if get killed, or out them if they self report. Jaune’s not dumb. He has to go right in order to act innocent and cancel the meltdown. Pyrrha would catch on otherwise. Especially if Blake goes right and nothing is fixed or they’re both alive. Meaning...

Ren:Blake has to go left or stay where she is.

Ruby and Ren high-five and get to work. Ruby starts sprinting as fast as she can. Ren checks the right side and sure enough, Jaune has a hand on the panel. Blake comes up from the bottom to where Pyrrha is. It would be dangerous if Blake killed her, but then she would definitely get voted out. The faunus slowly gets closer to the red head when suddenly, the cameras get jacked.

Ren:What!?

xxxxx

Pyrrha:Go left!

Blake:Gotcha!

Blake runs to the left to get the other panel. So far so good. Let’s see how right Jaune is. Pyrrha stared at the camera. Strange, she was certain it was on earlier. Now it was off, then flicked back on briefly. Seconds later, the meltdown ended but she didn’t press the button. Not yet. She was told to wait five seconds. In that amount of time, Blake might-

Report!

📢Blake:Guys, Ren is-

RJP:You killed him.

Blake:Wh-What? No, I found him on the ground in the camera room!

Ruby:Yeah, where you killed him. I thought you’d go after me. Sloppy mistake, Blake. Now we caught you.

Jaune:I cut off the meltdown, and Ruby had to get the other one. I found it funny how eager you were to get rid of me by vote. You killed Nora to add to the suspicions. You couldn’t kill me directly because of Yang. She wasn’t an imposter but stuck to you like glue.

Pyrrha:So you had your partner kill her because you couldn’t do it without outing yourself. But if Jaune died alone with you after all that blame then you’d be caught! If you payed attention then you would’ve saw the cameras were on this round. You killed Ren without him noticing then checked them yourself.

Jaune:You soon realized you could only self report because the meltdown ended. No way you could get to the panel that fast unless you vented. Now the real question is how committed are you two bluffing, Ruby Rose? If you don’t vote Blake....

Pyrrha:Then you’re definitely the second imposter.

Blake:Ruby don’t believe them! We know Jaune is definitely-

Ruby:*votes Blake* You betrayed my sister and made me accidentally vote for Weiss because I swept up in emotions. Just like how you got Ren to look at Jaune after Nora died. I’m done with you.

The others voted for Blake. The girl could say nothing. She was at a loss for words. The trap was perfect, calculated to a the last detail. Blake took a deep sigh and walked to the airlock, giving Jaune one final look.

Blake:Well played...

The airlock opened and the three watched their friend get launched into space.

Pyrrha:Jaune that idea was amaz-

Blake was not an imposter.

Pyrrha felt her blood go cold. Those were not the words she wanted to see. She didn’t even turn around to look her “friends” and chose to stare out the window. She felt both of them pat her back. 2 imposters still remained. A problem for her, the remaining crew mate. The sight of Ruby holding a gun and Jaune with a knife was visible in the window reflection.

Ruby:Knife or bullet. You deserve the choice.

Pyrrha:Jaune’s stabbed me in back metaphorically already. Might as well do it physically.

Jaune:That’s fair.

Imposters Win

[post game]

Jaune and Ruby:Oh yeah!!!! That’s why we’re leaders!

Weiss:You can’t say that after killing your teammates!

Nora:I demand an explanation!

Jaune:Ren is too smart and figures things out fast. Had to kill you first anyways. You saying I was an imposter was just an unfortunate coincidence. But let’s talk about how you were my only kill.

Pyrrha:Ruby, you killed everyone else!?

Yang:I walked halfway up that bridge thing to the panel and then she comes running down it and kills me. Now I’m watching as ghost as she jumps into a vent and waits for Weiss to find me to put on the most believable performance of her life. You killed me, then cried about it!

Weiss:I was pleading to a murderer! You put blame on Jaune so he could do it to you and throw the trail off!

Ruby:I also told Ren that it was either you or Yang, that way he’d vote the way I wanted. I think Blake was the real crown of the plan.

Jaune:This is why you don’t blame people so fast. You had to go.

Blake:Ren, what happened to you?

Ren:*face palming*So I was watching everyone until the cameras went out, which I now know was Ruby’s doing, because she had the nerve to kill her camera last. She looked right into it as she jumped into a vent back to me.

Ruby:If you were watching then I knew you were still there and alone. I killed him, took a vent back to where I was supposed to be, stopped the meltdown, and pinned the death of Blake. All with the simple lie about me taking out the trash and not killing Ren earlier.

Jaune:And I used Pyrrha’s trust. Thank you.

Pyrrha:Don’t talk to me! You got me to skip a vote and vote Blake off! Ruby, you cried in my arms! How could you use me like that!?

Jaune and Ruby:Because you’re so helpful! Thanks Pyrrha!

WBYNR:Yeah, thanks Pyrrha.

Pyrrha:*red* I’m sorry!!!

#rwby #rwby thin divide #jaune arc #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie #amoung us

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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Heard you’re looking for more writing requests. And that means that I can share more ideas. So... hai! o/

Hermitcraft Among Us, based on the Grian video where he kept getting impostor, and getting voted out immediately, then Scar won without him.

Everyone knows Scar is a wild card impostor, you know you’d only get one or two kills out of him before he was caught. Grian groans, knowing they were probably going to lose the game. But as he watches Scar taking revenge for his fallen comrade, he realizes he was very, very wrong.

*vibrates intensely* GRIAN AND SCAR IMPOSTER DUO!!

Seriously though thank you. I really like this one and I hope you do too!

Summary: Grian and Scar are the imposters. After a stupid mistake early on, Grian is ejected. He is resigned to their loss, knowing the chances of Scar being able to get to the end of the game without him are next to none. But he soon realises that Scar can be very, VERY dangerous when he wants to be.

…

The first kill was supposed to be easy. And for a single precious minute, it was perfect. Grian walked into navigation and killed Beans with no problems whatsoever, before jumping into the vent.

However, it seemed he had chosen the wrong time and place to pop out; when he did, he found himself face to face with Bdubs, Skizzleman and Etho, who had just exited cafeteria and come into weapons.

For a second, the two parties just stared at each other.

Then Skizzleman let out a screech and he and Bdubs dashed back into cafeteria, leaving Etho in the room with Grian to watch him.

Grian didn’t bother to follow them. There was no point and he knew it.

Sure enough, at the inevitable emergency meeting, Bdubs and Skizzleman immediately started talking excitedly at the same time about what they had seen.

“Whoa, whoa, guys!” interrupted Tango. “Calm down and breathe! What happened?”

“Grian vented,” Skizzleman panted, clearly out of breath. “We saw him. Three of us saw him.”

“Bdubs, Skizz, and I just came out of cafeteria into weapons and saw him pop his head out of the vent,” Etho explained more coherently. “He must’ve killed Ren or Beans somewhere and vented, looking for another victim, but we caught him.”

All eyes turned to Grian.

Grian sighed, knowing that they were all expecting him to deny it. But with THREE eye-witnesses, it would be foolish to make up a story. The only way to protect his partner now was to confess. “It’s true. I killed Beans in navigation and vented out. Poor timing on my part.”

“No kidding!” Bdubs snorted. “That was pathetic, Grian. You got caught red-handed!”

“I know,” Grian growled.

“What, you’re not even gonna try to deny it?” Tango asked incredulously.

“Look, if it was only two of them who saw me, I would’ve at least tried to claim they’re both the imposters and trying to frame me, but THREE witnesses? There’s no way I would’ve gotten away with that.”

Grian despondently voted for himself and didn’t put up a fight as he was taken to the airlock after the unanimous vote.

Waking up back on the ship as a ghost, he sighed heavily and watched Scar run around the ship.

That’s it, he thought. We’re gonna lose. There’s no way Scar can kill FIVE people all by himself without getting caught.

He set off the reactor from the afterlife and watched everyone converge to fix it. After it had been repaired and everyone else had left, Scar hung behind in reactor and killed Tango as the latter was attempting Simon Says, before running out as if nothing had happened.

They’re gonna know he was the last one out, Grian groaned in his head. Oh, this is the WORST.

He followed Scar down through lower engine, past electrical, and out the other side of storage. Scar stood next to Etho at the download screen in communications, before killing him too and immediately hitting the report button.

Grian gasped. He’s self-reporting! That’s RISKY, considering everyone always gets sus of him when he reports, whether he’s imposter or not!

“I found Etho in communications,” Scar reported.

“Oh, and it looks like Tango’s down too,” added Bdubs. “Where did you say Etho is, Scar?”

“Communications. Next to the download thingy.”

“Did you see anyone around?” inquired Impulse.

Scar shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone else after we all left reactor.”

“I went off on my own too,” Skizzleman admitted. “I only saw Impulse briefly as I passed admin, but that was a while ago.”

“Can anyone vouch for anyone?” asked Impulse.

Everyone shook their heads.

“Well, wonderful,” Impulse sighed. “I guess we can’t vote anyone this round.”

Skizzleman patted his friend on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, there’s six of us left. The last imposter still has to kill four of us before they win.”

Grian sighed with relief as the meeting ended with everyone voting to skip. He wasn’t sure how Scar had managed to get through another meeting without being labelled sus, but Grian certainly wasn’t going to complain.

“Hey, Skizzle!” Scar called, trotting to catch up with the blue crewmate, who was heading towards medbay. “What task have you got now?”

“I gotta eat fruit,” said Skizzleman, as if that explained everything.

Scar frowned. “What?”

“Simon Says,” Skizzleman explained with a grin. “If I say “make sure to eat fruit” while I’m doing the task, it helps me make fewer mistakes.”

“Oh, I see! Very clever. You mind if I come with? I gotta count to ten.”

“Sure thing!”

Grian followed the two over to reactor, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, Scar approached Skizzleman while he was in the middle of Simon Says.

“This is for Grian,” he said coldly, before shooting Skizzleman in the back.

Grian stared at Scar as the latter hurriedly left reactor. He was starting to get the feeling that Scar might actually be able to pull this off.

But he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself yet. Scar was only halfway through; he still had to kill three more people. Around this point, Scar’s luck usually ran out.

Just as Grian started to sabotage something to help out, the body was reported by Pungence.

“Self-report,” Scar declared immediately.

Grian hid his face in his hands. NO, Scar!

But to his surprise, nobody immediately turned on his partner.

“Well, Bdubs and I were together,” Impulse said. “So it must be either Pungence or Scar.”

“Pungence,” said Scar.

“Scar,” said Pungence at the same time.

“We can’t really afford to not vote someone out, here,” Bdubs said, glancing at Impulse. “I’m voting Scar.”

Impulse, who had just locked in his own vote, blanched. “Oh, I voted for Pungence.”

“Oh no!”

Sure enough, as the votes were revealed, both Scar and Pungence had two votes each.

Grian was absolutely dumbfounded. He had been sure that that was the end for Scar, but somehow, his partner had survived.

He really might actually do it…!

“I’m gonna do my task in security,” declared Pungence. “Someone come watch me.”

“I will,” said Bdubs immediately.

After the meeting, Grian followed Scar to the right, watching him as he ran all the way from weapons, down to shields, then across to electrical, clearly looking for a victim.

“Two more kills,” murmured Grian, despite knowing Scar couldn’t hear him. “Just two more. Come on.”

Scar entered security and found Bdubs on the monitors. He turned as Scar came in. “Scar! Don’t kill me!”

Scar drew his gun.

A real look of terror appeared on Bdubs’s face as he backed away from Scar as far as he could go.

An identical evil smile spread over Grian’s and Scar’s faces as the latter towered over Bdubs.

“Scar, p-please…!” Bdubs’s eyes were wide with fear. “Please, I-!”

BANG!

Grian cheered as Bdubs’s body hit the ground. “Scar! You absolute legend! One more kill and we win!”

Realising he needed to help keep the remaining crewmembers away from Bdubs’s body, he shut the door to security and stayed there, intending to keep watch. He didn’t need to follow Scar around this time.

After a few minutes, he glanced up and found both Impulse and Scar on their way down from medbay. He realised that Scar had likely vented into medbay and was now discreetly leading a witness to the body as an alibi.

So he quickly reopened the doors.

Impulse walked into security, with Scar right behind him. The two yelped simultaneously at the sight of the body.

Grian floated over to join the report meeting that Impulse had quickly called.

“Bdubs is dead in security,” reported Impulse. “Scar and I found him.”

“Impulse,” said Scar slowly, giving the crewmate in question a pointed look. “Didn’t we hear Pungence say he was going to do his task in security?”

Impulse stared back at him in shock. “Oh… we DID!”

“YES!” Grian screeched, hardly daring to hope.

“No, no, I left security ages ago,” Pungence quickly said. “I was down in communications.”

Impulse frowned at him. “I didn’t see you that whole time, though. You could have vented to electrical or even just left normally; we don’t know how old the kill is.”

“What about Scar?” demanded Pungence. “How long were you two together?”

“A few minutes. Scar watched me scan in medbay, then he stood by me in cafeteria while I finished wires and then we went down to security to do Scar’s last task. He could’ve easily killed me several times but he didn’t.”

“Okay, first of all, he could have been on cooldown,” Pungence pointed out. “And second, “he could have killed me but he didn’t” means nothing to Scar! He’s a wild card; he kills whenever he feels like it.”

“Yeah, but even Scar would realise that one more kill would end the game,” argued Impulse. “Why would he purposefully lead me to a body he killed when he could just take me to a random spot on the ship and kill me with no witnesses?”

Grian couldn’t believe the genius move that Scar was pulling off. Kill in security, “find” the body with a witness, then let Impulse’s penchant for third-impostering take over. Scar didn’t even need to say anything in this meeting; Impulse was doing all the work for him.

And like Impulse had pointed out, Scar could have just stuck with Impulse until his cooldown was over and then killed him. It would have yielded the same result, and been a lot less risky for him as well. But he hadn’t done that. Why? The answer was clear to Grian:

Scar wanted the satisfaction of stabbing Impulse in the back.

Clearly, Pungence couldn’t believe what he was hearing either. “Impulse, please don’t let him get away with this. He’s playing you for a fool.”

“I don’t think so,” Impulse retorted. “Scar’s a lot of things but he’s not cunning. He wouldn’t be able to come up with a plan this smart. No offense, Scar.”

Scar shrugged. “None taken. I totally agree.”

“Of course you do,” Pungence sighed. “Impulse, please, you have to believe me or we’re gonna lose.”

“It isn’t me!” Scar protested. “C’mon, Impulse, you know it’s not me. You said so yourself: it wouldn’t make any sense.”

Grian held his breath as Impulse glanced from Scar to Pungence.

Finally, he sighed. “You’re right; it wouldn’t. I’m voting Pungence.”

As Impulse locked in his vote, Grian let out a long, triumphant whoop. “Scar, you LEGEND! You’re absolutely brilliant!”

Pungence buried his face in his hands as the votes were revealed. “Nooo…”

A grin appeared on Scar’s face as the airlock slowly closed behind Pungence. “Good job, Impulse. You made the right decision.”

Impulse registered the expression on his face and visibly sagged. “I-I didn’t, did I?”

Grian flew around triumphantly as Scar drew his gun.

“For me, you absolutely did.”

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Another Age of Calamity

[I’m assuming it’s been long enough now that we can get away with posting Age of Calamity spoilers.]

Scene: Zelda, Link, and Impa, along with the diminutive guardian, have just escaped Hyrule Castle and look back from a distance as the swirling cloud of malice engulfs the royal structure.

Zelda, realizing the depths of her own failure, begins to despair…

BotW Zelda: I have … failed …

She falls to her knees.

BotW Zelda, crying: All of Hyrule … my friends … even my father … It’s my fault! Why won’t it awaken for me?!

As the princess cries, the little guardian approaches and attempts to console her with her mother’s lullaby.

BotW Zelda: Everything … Everything I’ve done … Ultimately … all of it was for naught!

The princess’s tears continue to flow, one falling onto the guardian’s eye and causing it to surge with power. A surge of light bursts from the guardian and splits the sky.

In the next moment, Zelda feels a hand rest on her shoulder. She looks up to see …

Samus, giving a thumbs up: Don’t worry princess, we got your back!

BotW Zelda: Who…? How…?

Samus: When we heard this game had time paradox shenanigans going on, we decided to use the mansion’s time and space twisting properties to intercept and lend a hand.

BotW Zelda: Mansion? What?

Samus: Er … nevermind that for now. The important thing is that we’re here to help.

Smash Link: That’s right!

BotW Zelda: HOLY SHIT did Link just TALK?!

BotW Link: …

Smash Link: …

Impa: … did the princess just swear?

BotW Zelda: *turning red*

Samus: … I vote we pretend this never happened and move on to the rescue mission.

Everyone: AGREED!!

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Meanwhile, inside Divine Beast Vah Medoh …

Revali: Hmph. I suppose you think I should be thankful. Not that I was in need of any help, mind you.

Falco: Get off it. You were completely getting your butt kicked before I showed up.

Revali: I was merely testing the monster to identify its weaknesses. I assure you I would have dealt with it single handedly in a matter of moments.

Falco: Get real, Einstien! You were completely ineffective without me. You need me to intervene just like everyone always does.

Fox, firing his blaster wildly at Windblight Ganon: IF YOU TWO ARE QUITE DONE POSTURING I COULD USE SOME ACTUAL F@#%ING HELP OVER HERE!

Revali: Not until he admits that I don’t need his help.

Falco: And not until HE admits that he can’t do this without me!

Fox: Dear god how did I get stuck with TWO of them?!

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And inside Divine Beast Vah Naboris …

Urbosa: That’s it! Come on boys, we got this demon on the ropes!

C.Falcon: Oh my god, she is so amazing! Ren, I think I’m in love!

Joker: What? I thought you said you were gay.

C.Falcon: I am, bro, I am. I’m one hundred percent gay for her.

[This quote based on a real conversation]

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And inside Divine Beast Vah Rudania …

Daruk: Ha ha ha! Boy am I glad to see you kids. I thought I was toast for a minute there! You sure pack a punch for some little guys!

Meggy: What can I say? We’ve gotten pretty good at “smashing” things.

Ness: Yeah! We got this!

Lucas: As long as we work as a team, I’m not afraid …

Ashley: I’m just here for moral support.

Daruk: Alright! This firey punk is running out of steam. What do you say we kick this guy’s butt back to the abyss he crawled out of. I believe in all of you, let’s do this!

Ness: Okay Dad!

Lucas: …

Ashley: …

Meggy: Stripes, did you just call him “dad”?

Ness: Look, my real dad is a phone.

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Meanwhile inside Divie Beast Vah Ruta, the battle against Waterblight Ganon has been overcome, and Mario is speaking with Mipha away from the rest of the group.

Pit: Wow, that wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be. Of course, that might be mostly because we brought this guy along.

Waterblight Kirby: Poyo!

Young Link: Ha ha … yeah …

Pit: Is that nervous laughter? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you nervous before.

Young Link: Ah, it’s just … I’ve kind of had some bad experiences with zora princesses in the past.

Pit: Really? But Mipha doesn’t seem that bad.

Young Link: Yeah, she seems pretty sane. I’m sure I’m just getting nervous over nothing.

Mario and Mipha return to the rest of the group.

Mipha: And I should thank you warriors for your assistance as well.

Mipha, looking at Young Link: Hmm, you know, it’s peculiar, but for some reason you strongly remind me of someone I had a crush on in my youth.

Young Link: RUN! ABORT! ABORT!

Young Link immediately throws himself from the divine beast into the water below.

Mipha: ????

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Meanwhile, within the malice-darkened walls of Hyrule Castle itself…

Sephiroth: So, possessing a robot, huh? Gotta say, not exactly what I was expecting.

Ganondorf: I must say, I never cared for the Calamity form, being so mindless and bestial, but attempting to take over two timelines at once? I’m actually quite impressed.

Bowser: But I don’t get it, if you’re the embodiment of all Ganons, shouldn’t you already know about everything that’s happening? Why is this all new to you?

Ganondorf: Calamity Ganon isn’t really “me”, it’s power and malice that has been leaking out of me that has accumulated enough to take on its own form. Remember, the REAL me is sleeping trapped deep beneath Hyrule Castle.

Bowser scratches his head in confusion, as Sephiroth nods sagely. Ganondorf then gives an evil smirk.

Ganondorf: What do say, boys? How about we go wake me up!

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