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jade-marie · 3 years ago

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Heyyy. With all this supposed romantic jealousy and like you said ‘dick measuring’ game that Nick and Rio are playing, I think about the scene in the car after Beth got Rio arrested and Nick got him out. Rio said: “so what do you want to do about [Beth?] and Nick said “not what you want to do.” This scene makes it seem like they have a plan that they’re BOTH in on to deal with Beth. I’m at first I thought they were playing good cop/bad cop (I still think they are) but now Rio is clearly uncomfortable with Nick’s plan. What the fuck is going on because I am confused?

Also do you think the dynamic between Nick and Rio will become clearer by the finale? They seem to have a very complex relationship and wow, who would have thought utilising one of your best and most underused character that LITERALLY DRIVES THE WHOLE MAIN PLOT would make the show interesting again 🤔

Hi, doll! Ok, you’re gonna have to bear with me because my brain is messy at the best of times and I’ve had a non stop headache since yesterday morning, so making sense of my thoughts is hella difficult right now lol. I’m just gonna break this up into sections to help me keep track of everything!

P.s. I’m sorry this got long 🥴

Rio and Nick’s dynamic

So, from what we’ve seen so far, Nick is extremely narcissistic, manipulative, and selfish. In my opinion, he doesn’t really seem to have a very strong sense of self or morality, he just becomes whoever he needs to, in order to achieve the goal at hand. Whether it’s kissing ass at the golf club, playing politics, or having Rio thrown in jail/beaten with a stool. He’s always thinking about the long game, always about the bigger picture, he likes to use every situation/person to his advantage. He seems to have some sort of resentment and/or jealousy towards Rio and that comes out a lot in his desire to take from Rio. He took his dreams of being a boxing a boxer, his freedom, trivial stuff like the burger and the basketball. I also think he wants to take Beth but they’ve not made it clear in what capacity he wants to take her. Whether it’s because he’s clocked that Rio has/had genuine feelings for her, or because he thinks Beth is a business asset. Either way, he sees that Beth is a sore spot and he’s going to keep pushing as a way to exert power and feel like a man.

Rio, on the other hand, likes to see immediate results, and he can be pretty impulsive. He’s also very self-assured, he is who he is and he doesn’t change that for anyone. He literally has a giant tattoo across his throat which he displays proudly because he doesn’t care how anyone else sees him. But he has a natural charm and charisma that he can use when he needs it, without having to become a completely different person. I think he’s a very emotional person, regardless of how much he tries to hide it, which can make him pretty reactive to situations – see: basically every interaction with Beth.

They’re wildly different people and this would cause conflict in itself because they immediately want to handle situations differently, like with Annie being kidnapped. The girls owed him money, Rio was mad about it, and he wanted an immediate resolution to that problem, whereas Nick didn’t care so much about the short-term financial issues, in comparison to the long-term benefit to him of keeping Beth onside. Within their organisation, the structure is still kinda murky because he doesn’t seem to be the boss, but then he does and ehhh. Supposedly Rio handles all the illicit stuff and then Nick pushes through city contracts to shell corporations he owns and also makes money from that, as well as keeping Rio out of jail. The actual power imbalance between them still irks me because Nick is literally a councilman. He has no real clout. There’s no reason for him to have such a hold over Rio, especially when Rio knows exactly what Nick is and he also knows that Nick wouldn’t have dick without him. But I digress.

The conversation in the car

I definitely think that conversation is very relevant to what’s happening with Beth right now. In that moment, I think Rio wanted revenge, plain and simple but he was also thinking long term. I don’t think he was planning on going out to kill her, but that’s where Nick’s mind went because he severely underestimates how much of a “big picture guy” Rio can be hence telling Rio, “not what you want to do”. Presumably, there would’ve been a discussion between them off screen where Nick decided exactly what was going to happen and how they were going to use her. My guess is that going forward they were basically going to play a game of ‘good cop bad cop’. Nick offers himself up as the friendly local councilman, shows concern for Beth, helps her etc, while Rio is more menacing than ever. Rio is reluctantly going along with this plan because of the stupid power imbalance, but I think he’s got something up his sleeve. I think the discomfort we’re seeing from Rio stems from their difference in opinion on how to handle Beth, Rio chafing under Nick’s control and also the resentment Rio holds because of Nick’s constant routine of taking what’s his. I kinda spoke about it in this post.

Last time Beth got Rio arrested, he shot Dean - he’s not shy when it comes to payback. Typically, he’s always quite reactive to situations and that can (has) come to bite him in the ass but he knows this. He was there. He knows that every time he pushes Beth, she pushes back with equal force, so he needs to immobilise her. While Nick just wants to use Beth to benefit himself financially, by using her to push through contracts for shell corporations etc, I think Rio wanted to kill two birds with one stone. He can use Beth as a shield for his business and make money off her, then later on, I think he probably wants to use her to get rid of Nick and potentially let Beth go down with him as payback for her betrayal (at least, I think that was his original plan but he may soften to her and end up forming an alliance once Nick is out of the picture).

Romantic Jealousy?

As for the jealousy, it’s still not the word I’d choose to describe Rio. It probably fits, to a degree, but I always associate it with pettiness and wanting stuff you don’t have - i.e. Nick. With Rio, it feels more possessive over what he already has because he knows Nick wants to take it. This now extends to Beth because she was and is his, at least in a business sense. I don’t think he’s ever been particularly jealous of her in their personal relationship because neither of them ever truly gave into whatever it was. In business, she worked for him, she answered to him, if she needed help – she came to him, and he’s created that dynamic with Beth by keeping her isolated from his wider organisation. He was effectively trying to mentor her and make her in his image. Now, Nick comes along and suddenly Beth’s going to Nick for help, Beth’s doing what Nick says, and she’s looking to Nick as a mentor. So, once again, Nick is taking what belongs to Rio. That’s why I think he reacted the way he did in the strip club. He realised that he was about to lose to Nick again, and he wasn’t willing to let that happen, so he pulled out the ol’ carrot and stick. He took her money away as a punishment, made her think on her feet, and then rewarded her for a job well done. He showed her that she doesn’t need Nick because then Nick has no hold over her. He’s showing Beth that she can get shit done on her own, but also reminding her that he essentially made her what she is. He taught her. He believed in her. He asked her what she gained from being on the city council and doing what Nick tells her, knowing full well she gets fuck all out of it because he knows Nick. Then he gave her a reward to make ‘team Rio’ all the more appealing. Yes, there could well be some romantic feelings under that but I don’t think that’s what’s driving Rio right now. I think this is firmly about him and Nick, while Beth has become another toy for them to fight over.

#rio x nick #good girls nbc #rio good girls #nbc good girls #beth boland #brio #gg season 4 #rio x beth

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littlefoxwithbighat · 4 years ago

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Hi! This is talking about the plot of the dream smp in a meta sense and its a bit negative. The person behind this blog wants to remind you that you can skip if it's not for you and they still love the SMP. :)

ALL DISCUSSION IS ABOUT CHARACTERS. DON'T ATTACK CCS OR I WILL STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS.

I can't lie; I'm really annoyed and worried at the way the writers are handling Tommys character at the moment, and am increasingly concerned about it messing up the plot.

I wasn't very happy with the finale. I don't think that means all is lost, I think they can pull it back but it's going to take some work. I was worried about the way that things were handled before but the green festival was actually very well handled, so my worries were mostly assuaged. But yesterday? I don't know.

The fact nobody lost a cannon death is kind of disappointing. The weight of blowing up an entire city/ (country?) brutally is somewhat lost if there is no human loss. Nobody was hurt physically and the only people this had a big mental impact on was Tommy and Tubbo, everyone else wasn't very attached to L'manburg or had gone rogue, or were detatched from the while situation. And maybe it's the fact it's happened to them before or that they still have each other or that it seems odd/ frustrating that they still care so much about this place or that it was always a losing battle and they knew it, but I dont find myself really pitying them like I probably should. And I think that comes down to character growth or lack thereof, which I'll discuss later.

Niki and Fundy have started a villain arc, or at least a violent nihilism arc, and I actually don't mind it, in fact I'm a fan but it wasnt really foreshadowed, or really just showing them cracking as much as it should have been. I would guess this has mostly been started for both of them to tie Niki into the plot and I can't blame her for wanting that. Fundys acting is very good, and I REALLY hope the writers handle this well. For Fundy, regarding the fact that his father is going to be resurrected and that Fundy is following in his footsteps... If the writers don't realise that connection and make this a big step in Fundys narrative I will scream. Also Funboo bros are very interesting character foils and I hope their relationship is maintained so that they can play of off each other and also man I just really want them to keep being friends, it's a generally positive healthy relationship that makes both characters sympathetic and we need that right now. As for Niki, her character motivations seem to be mostly centered around Tommy and on the one hand I'm like ehhhh, because Tommy's character already gets a disproportionate amount of attention in terms of narrative, and I get it, but recently he's been a bit TOO much of the protagonist for a multi-person POV improve server... and I'm apprehensive. However on the other hand this has potential for a nice confrontation between Tommy and Niki. If that happens I want Tommy to be aware that this is going to happen and not talk over Niki, and I don't want it to be brushed over. I think it would be best if it was just the two of them. This also gives a nice chance for Tommy to examine his trauma with Dream and explain his motivations and Niki to get her anger out. I also want it to end positively, because it absolutely can and lack of communication when the viewer knows how to fix it is OK as a plot device sometimes but incredibly frustrating if it keeps happening (cough, Tommy and Techno).

Ranboo is reacting to the plot amazingly and I have as usual only praise for him, go, you funky enderman boy, go.

Wilbur is getting resurrected which is a thousand percent because Will wants the plot back and honestly I don't really mind, I think he'll do a good job. However I really hope he speaks to everybody about their characters, particularly Fundy, Ranboo and Niki because I don't want their characterisation and arcs to be thrown away.

Tubbo is doing very well, and I don't have many complaints to be honest. I hope he continues to get in with the acting with no shame, because he's an amazing VA when he wants to be, but sometimes he undercuts serious moments a little too much by laughing. Same criticism for Phil actually. But both are doing good.

On the theme of that, while I don't mind tension relievers or humour in serious moments there are sometimes too many. It was a lot worse about a month back and it was improving, but it seems to be creeping back in and ehhh. It's kind of Marvel-esque and not in a good way? I think it has a lot to do with bloopers and for some reason there are loads at the moment? Like Wilburs arc had almost none and this arc there's at least 2 every moment. Which isn't always their fault but maybe they need to take more steps to prevent them.

Techno is doing OK, he's quite a meta character so I'm not too mad about him undercutting serious moments but sometimes he does do it too much or in the wrong place. Like making jokes about Connor completely over the top of Tommy and Tubbos reunion, you know an event which has been foreshadowed for yoinks, prevented them from getting a proper flow going and kind of ruined it. And that made the reunion really dissapointing, which is a shame because it could have been so cool. However his characterisation is consistent and dedicated, his goals and relationships are clear and he's getting humanised more which is nice, and his monologues are great. I'm curious to see what he does now NL'M is gone but I have total faith in him.

Now Tommy. Oh Tommy. His character is such a mess at the moment, which is a shame because there were moments I saw people doubting his character choices and I was behind him.

Firstly the relationship with Techno fell apart. That was inevitable. Tommy didn't care about anarchy and Techno didn't care about the discs and both of their goals would impede the others. But the way Tommy talks about Techno is so... No? And now I understand that Tommy is going to have a biased perspective on the whole situation, and that's fine and good, but his character is so wrong about Techno it feels weird and painful? Like even from his perspective it went down differently to how he talks about it. They don't listen to each other and it's like watching two people scream at a wall.

The issue is the relationship was fairly well developed. I struggle to see Tommy saying he saw Techno as a friend but Techno never saw him as a friend because hold on, what? Techno, here's a respiration helmet because of that one of thing you told me about your trauma, a disc because those make you happy, plus top tier armour and weaponry, plus I'm going to spend time with you, calm you down from panic attacks, hide you and protect you from Dream, let you wander around L'manburg and achieve your own goals and help you plan things out Techno and Tommy didn't get ANYTHING from that? Plus after Techno opens up about his goals and his trauma, do the one thing that would hurt him the most, (use and then betray him) and then directly oppose his goals after he helped me? Ugh. It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I know he would never let Tubbo get hurt and thats fine, but there were ways around that. If you're framing this character as the protagonist, then he needs to be sympathetic or at least grow and Tommy using Techno again without remorse and then refusing to listen to his perspective or show any gratitude for anything makes it difficult for viewers to empathise with him in my opinion. Have him betray Techno and then listen to Techno when he explains why Tommys betrayal hurt him and apologise, fine. Have him listen to Techno and try and find a way to keep Tubbo safe regardless, fine. Have him betray Techno but apologetically and still trying to avoid Techo getting crushed or killed, fine. But THIS? Im sympathetic towards Tommys character but this throws away so much potential character development for Tommy, where at least he saw Techno as a person, and not only that but a nice person who despite everything has set aside everything to help him? And then for him to be exactly where he was at the end of season 1, both literally, and emotionally ? I understand this is a child soldier with trauma but this is supposed to be our protagonist and if he doesn't grow, and isn't sympathetic and destroys someone we care about, how can we root for him?

Now all of this could be forgivable, not great, but forgivable, if Tommy had moved on from the discs. The Goddamn Discs™. And the worse part is all the dominoes were lined up to suggest he had! We had his moment of "he watched me" where he realised Dream was the villain and controlling him, "I've become worse than everyone I hated" good, amazing, I see where this is going, "The discs were worth more than you ever were!" and then he retracts and apologises and you think horray! Tommy has realised the discs were being used to control him and if he doesn't care about them, they hold no value! Now he's going to realise that his friends are more important and he's going to stop going after the discs. His new character motivation can be killing Dream and protecting his friends, especially Tubbo. It's clearly angled this way, and this way the plot progresses and Tommy with it. What marvellous character development. Look at him go.

And THEN, after everything that's happened he says the most important thing is the disc and I want them back!?!? EH !!? Why... Who... Who gave the OK on that writing decision? That's so static and boring and unsympathetic! And then he's back to asking people do fight for L'manburg? What?

I'll be honest I was kind go hoping either Tommy or Tubbo would die with L'manburg. I didn't mind it they didn't, there are a thousand ways to make the plot work without them dying, but this was not a great one.

PLEASE let Tommy have some growth. Yes he's had some from not caring about L'manburg to fighting for it in season one, but that was ages ago and he doesnt seem to have changed since then in any way that really counts. And I know this is harsh and he's traumatised but you have to understand I am talking about this in a sense of characters and narrative and NOT in terms of real life. Tommy needs to be better and dynamic because he is a charcacter and I want him to be a good one.

Having said all that, here are my thoughts on the future of the SMP.

Firstly, I am worried that becuse it is such a good source of content, especially for Tommy that they will never ever kill his character and leave him fighting with Dream for eternity. And I love the Dream SMP but I've seen stories that get dragged out for plot or content, and however much you think you want it to never end, let me tell you, yes you do. It will get stale and repetitive and I want the dream smp, or at least Tommys arc to go out with a beautiful and brilliant and fabulous plot ending instead of being dragged into the dirt. And then maybe new characters take the spotlight. Just please god give it a goode ending.

I also really hope they don't throw other things away to make Tommy the centre of attention, especially if it's destructive to the plot, or kind of weird and obnoxious.

Secondly, I am intrigued about the prison and Schlatts book to Dream and Technos favour and the egg and what that entails and I hope they really think through those plot points carefully and make them work, and don't forget them or throw them away.

Thirdly, I am intrigued for Wilburs return and hope that he manages to fix it cohesively without too crazy a change of pace and style and keeping characters (especially Ranboo and Fundy and Niki) consistent.

I hope they prep for the future and think things thought and communicate with each other.

It might be interesting to see other countries finally discussed but I don't know how much that would intefere with other plot points so we'll see.

That's all! Reminder that this is about characters and plot and this is just a few criticisms. I love the dream smp, but there are somethings I wanted to get of my chest. Please be respectful and feel free to discuss in the notes. Also, again, no hate to any CCs!

#mcyt #mcytumblr #dream smp theories #dream smp analysis #dream smp #dream smp spoilers #dream smp meta #tommy mcyt #negativity #negativity tw #dream smp plot

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peanutpinet · 4 years ago

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Nine Percent Scenarios for @ninepercent._.forever on IG

Cause she chose majority soft pics, so here is a soft group pic of the boys uwu <3

Cai Xukun

Can I just say one more time, silver hair Kunkun is *chefs kiss*

Alright, for this, I’d imagine that Kun was attending your graduation (high school or university, whichever you’d like) and when it was finally your turn to go up and take your paper/medal/diploma, etc; Kun would instantly smile, pointing at you/wave at you when you turn around to face the audience. I would also feel that Kun would brag about you to the people around him (if it’s your parents then he’ll be like ‘she’s so amazing’).

“That’s my girl!! Yeap!! That stunning, breath-taking, kind-hearted, smart girl is mine. You go sweetheart!!”

Chen Linong

OMO LOOK HOW SOFT NONGNONG IS WITH THAT CAT!! I DIE

Alright!! For this one, I feel that you guys are roommates and were heading back when you guys noticed this cat that doesn’t look alright. Nongnong (being the animal lover he is) would go over to the cat and pet it. When Nongnong said that the cat seems to be sick, he would suggest to bring it to the vet; which you agreed, without question.

After getting checked, the vet gave Nongnong a prescription and Nongnong just held the cat in his arms, soothing it and telling it that it’ll be alright. Upon the sight, you just can’t help but die of cuteness and just had to take a picture of him.

“Don’t worry lil guy, I got you. You’re going to be just fine!!” *insert is uwu smile*

Fan Chengcheng

Alright, alright, for this pic of Chengcheng, I feel that he was bored at home and was like “Hey!! (Y/N)!! Let’s go out!! I’m bored” and since you were also just being a couch potato (mind you, a hot couch potato), you were like “ehhh, I don’t see why not”. Especially when Chengcheng is the one picking you up and dropping you back.

So, the two of you went out the whole day. Had brunch together then went to the mall to do some window shopping/actual shopping, whichever one you are. Afterwards, you guys just decided to walk along the streets for a bit before going back home. Along the way, it started to snow and you were mesmerised by it and didn’t noticed that Chengcheng was staring until you turned around to see him (cue the pic).

“Isn’t it pretty Cheng?”

“Sure is” (looks at you)

Justin Huang Minghao

I SWEAR!! JUSTIN CAN LOOK 20+ IN ONE MINUTE AND 16 IN THE NEXT. LIKE HOW?!

Anyways, I imagine that you guys were just hanging out since it was finally winter break. So, Justin decided to celebrate your winter break by inviting you to join him for a little outing. Like, he’s so full of energy, he wants to go out and just move!! So, the two of you were now walking along the park when you started to feel tired from all the walking and decided to take a break by just sitting down on a bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you. When Justin decided to sit next to you and look at you and you were a bit taken aback when he gave you that face (the picture).

“Wh-what are you looking at?”

“You. I never noticed how much your eyes are glowing. It’s pretty. And not to mention your smile. It’s just contagious. I hope that you would smile often from now on”

Lin Yanjun

Alright, I have no idea why she chose this pic of Yanjun. Clearly, you wanted to kill me huh, Aliya? Anyways, we’ll see what scenario I got

For this specific pic, since my dear friend wanted the boys to either be your guy friend/boyfriend, this is what I came up with. You and Yanjun were childhood friends; with Yanjun being like 4-5 years older and was the heir to a company which you decided to apply for. Of course, you still had to go through interviews and everything; Yanjun believes that you can never take the easy way out.

However, the difference between you and your co-workers is that Yanjun would always asks you about your job at the end of the day which he knows that you worked hard since he heard it from your supervisor. Working under Yanjun was tough but he would never give you work that he knows you can’t handle and every now and then he would definitely treat you by taking you to your favourite restaurants/cafes at the weekend.

You have been working so hard and slowly climbed your way and was now Yanjun’s secretary. However, there were definitely some workers that were jealous of that. They’d be like “how can she become his secretary?” “just look at her! She doesn’t even look that good” and many more. But, it never really bothered you since you knew that dealing with those people are just a waste of your time and childish.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Sure, you tried your best to not care. But when those people started being physical, it was just too hard to handle. You were constantly dozing away and easily distracted that Yanjun himself became worried. He would asked you every now and then but you didn’t tell him, you didn’t want to bother him since he was basically “shouldering” your expenses.

But fear not!! One day, he finally caught the workers red-handed. You were just about to get lunch for both you and Yanjun when the elevator didn’t work and so, you took the stairs. However, those jealous workers caught you, some of them purposely bumped into you, making the food you brought fall onto yourself. But little did they know that Yanjun was passing by since he forgot to handover a document to his management team. At first, Yanjun was already ready to come in and fight. But when he saw that it was you, he didn’t hesitate one bit. He shouted at the workers, scaring them and you.

To say that the workers were scared was an understatement. Nope, they were petrified at this point. Yanjun was walking down the stairs, hands in his pockets and his gaze, colder than ever. He went to your side, asking you if you were alright but all you could do was let out a little hiccup. Noticing your state, Yanjun pulled you into a hug, looking back at the workers and told them that he’ll deal with them later and he hope that they have cleaned their belongings from the office.

“OI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Sshhh, are you alright? Is this why you’ve been dozing off lately?”

“J-jun...”

“ *sigh* I’ll deal with all of you later. Oh, and I hope that by the time I call you to my office, all of your belongings are packed”

“Is alright, I got you (Y/N). Please tell me the next time this happens”

“B-but...you just fired them?”

“(Y/N)...you’re too sweet sometimes, you know that? I hope you know that things like this shouldn’t be taken lightly. I care about you, you know. Now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll order some food for us, your favourites, kay?”

HOW DO I WRITE SO LONG FOR HIM?! AND WITH THIS KIND OF SCENARIO!! AGGHHH CURSE MY WRITING

Zhu Zhengting

Mama Ting holding a big fluffy panda?! Welp, time to fly over to visit him (JK)

So, I feel that the two of you were hanging out all day, just a normal day of at your place, cooking, baking and watching TV shows/films all day when suddenly, the sun finally sets and it was night time. Since the both of you were too tired to cook, Zhengting suggested you guys have dinner at a nearby restaurant which of course, in the end, mama Ting paid for everything.

Whilst walking you back home, you both saw this place with a claw machine and you just so happen to see a huge panda in there. Determined to get it, you spent quite a pretty penny on it but failed to grabbed it. However, mama Ting decided to step in and get the doll for you. Which he finally did, after 7 tries.

“Th-the panda...Let me have the panda...please!!”

“Step aside (Y/N), I’ll get it for you!!”

“OMO!! TING!! YOU GOT IT!!”

“I GOT IT!!! Uhh, can I cuddle with it until we reached your home?”

“Is alright, since you got it, it should be yours”

“Eh?! Really?! I’M GOING TO GET TWO NEXT TIME!!”

Wang Ziyi

Can I say, Ziyi, multitasking to a new level man!!

So, for this pic, I thought that it’s been a while since you and Ziyi went out to grab a bite or catch up because he was very busy. However, since it was your birthday, he really didn’t want to cancel anymore plans. So, instead! He just cancelled meetings and all but he still brought a few work with him; works that he can easily finish in a short amount of time. Though he would apologise first-hand that he still had some unfinished business to take care of before you even got a chance to ask him.

“I’m really sorry that I had to bring some work with me today, (Y/N)”

“It’s fine Ziyi. I’m just happy that you even had the time to take me out”

“It’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for anything else. Even though I’m technically somewhat working right now”

“I said it’s fine Ziyi. I’m happy that you’re here to spend the day with me”

“Aishh, you’re too nice (Y/N). Eh, eat up, the food will get cold! I just need to sign a few of these then I’m all yours for the day :)”

Xiao Gui

It’s been a while since I saw a soft Gui but hey!! I aint complaining!!

For Xiaogui, I feel that you finally graduated from university and was on your way back home. Well to be exact you were already back, it’s just that Xiaogui hasn’t had the time to see you. But!! He made it his mission that when he does see you, he would give you a surprise that you would never thought of.

He texted you saying that he had some free time and would like to meet up at the park that you guys used to hang out back in school. But little did you know that when you walked by the park, you saw Xiaogui, sitting on the stairs with a bouquet in his hands, a smile slowly formed on his face the minute you came into his sight.

“Kai (Wang Linkai, yea), wh-what’s all this? Are we going somewhere? OOH!! Is it for a special someone?”

“They sure are. You!”

“That’s...wait?! Me?! Wh-what?!” *cue blushing mess*

“Of course!! Congratulations on finishing your degree!! I’m proud of you (Y/N). Sorry that I have been very busy but, I wanted to do something special since you always send me something special. So, dinner?”

“I’d love to!! Thank you Kai!!”

You Zhangjing

Zhangjing in a suit!! YIKES!!! I NEED TO BREATHE!! PHEW!! OKAY!! ONTO THE SCENARIO!!

So, this is another slightly hard scenario to think of. But, here goes nothing. So, I imagine that you guys decided to have a date night since it has been a while you guys had like an actual proper date night. HECK!! Zhangjing even went all out and booked your favourite restaurant and brought out his suit for crying out loud!! Anyways, the date night, as you’d expect, was lovely. Zhangjing made sure that you get whatever food/drink you’d like then of course, Zhangjing being the responsible gentleman he is, brought you home. However, on you way back, you guys saw this bush with roses on them. And you know what Zhangjing did?

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

“Hmm? What is it Zhangjing?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I may not be able to rhyme but there is nothing prettier than you”

“OMG ZHANGJING!! STAWWPP!! Or more like, stop asking Yanjun for pick up lines for crying out loud!!”

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milkiijustwrites · 4 years ago

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hello keith :3 !! i know i’ve said this a thousand times but oh my GOD ur blog is so <333 !!! /pos /g

i’d like genshin impact match up yess 🐝

my pronouns are he / they. i identify as genderfluid so i often fluctuate between fem and masc presenting. i use the labels androromantic / demiromantic and omnisexual— don’t b afraid to ask me what they are mhm YES

i don’t mind a female or a male match up, though i do tend to favour the males

i often hide my true person under a front of faux diffidence, although genuine to some extent. i’m quiet and reserved to mostly everyone during first encounters; i do make an effort to amuse them with jests or small talk at times.

once gained enough trust to drop my shittily forged facade, i become absolutely unhinged. i will run my mouth like it’s in the special olympics and that’s your problem :) . i entertain talks of mostly any subject, and i’d say i’m a pretty good conversationalist and listener.

i’m always sure to maintain the comfort of the other, and it’s mainly my priority to make them laugh. if i don’t have much of a liking towards the person, im very easy to drain out. but if it’s someone i favour, i could talk all the shit my body can hold.

ehhh, i’d say i provide good emotional and moral support? im pretty compassionate and understanding, and im always more in tuned to handling emotional situations anyways, albeit that does not mean im weak regarding in ones that require logic. either way, im always free to dish out therapy sessions like free food samples mmm naurr 👨🏻‍🦲

i’m a big people pleaser, and sometimes i depend on the other person to initiate comfort. i don’t often voice out my vexations or what not because i feel like it’s nothing. i do willingly take on and resolve others problems with genuine concern for them , but i grow resentful when they’re not there for me in turn, even though i made clear there was no need for compensation. this is mmm yes not a sexy trait of mine but a prominent one regardless.

i’m also very self doubtful so on days where i’m less sure of myself, i’ll start pushing others away with the mindset that they secretly hate me.

i also say i forgive you regardless of whether i truly do or not? i often feel pressured into doing so, as i’ve been in multiple occasions in my life. this may lead to resent building up.

i’m so sorry if it’s more fixated on the bad parts of myself ? HELP i cant think of any other better traits 😰

anyways thank you!! and i hope you have a nice day <3 remember to hydrate !!

HIII! thank you for participating in my event!

A/N:HII <3 NO YOURE EXAGGERATING , and yes, genshin match it is :D hope you have a great day as well <33

I match you up with...

venti

So I read through your description, and the first thing that came in mind is , man you're the kind of friend everyone wants ， but also the friend that no one understands the most

I feel like no one truly understands what you're actually thinking, and that reminds me of venti! He could be very goofy on the outside, but I feel like there's something inside of him that no one understands.

So poof , match

Like imagine both if you just being crackheads, and just goof around

Gosh I love yall's couple vibes so much

The funny and friendly yet mysterious couple

WHAT A DYNAMIC

When you feel pressured or sad or stressed, venti will not show how much he cares for you, but will secretly find a way to make you feel better, he doesn't want to invade your inner mind you see <3

" bark I'm a duck , ahaha- I'm feeling pretty hilarious "

#keithan❄️games #keithan❄️rambles #☁️bestie #genshin writing.#genshin #genshin impact writing blog #genshin impact #genshin venti #venti #venti barbatos #barbatos #genshin barbatos

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rainbow-filmnerd · 5 years ago

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Another Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides Videos (3/5)

In honor of the one-year anniversary of me watching Sanders Sides for the first time and becoming a Fander, I’ve decided to count down ANOTHER Top 5 Favorite Sanders Sides videos! If you didn’t see a video you think I should have discussed, be sure to check out the first list!

#3 is... “Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux”

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GENERAL THOUGHTS

This one ranked a little lower because of two reasons. First, I was kinda missing Virgil, but that’s just me being picky about wanting my favorite Side to appear. And second, I had a bit of trouble processing everything after the video was over. So much has happened, and I couldn’t register everything from the first half of the video as I watched the second half. XD

However, despite that, it was such a great episode! A lot of emotional moments will likely be addressed in future episodes, and from my understanding, there’s only a couple left in this second season. I really did admire the fact that some of the scenes were parallels to SvS. Just overall, one heck of a doozy!

FAVORITE PARTS/LINES OF DIALOGUE (in no particular order)

That 8-bit video game art. John Stratman, that work that was put into this video to bring the video game aspect of it to life was AMAZING!

All the cameos of Leslie Odom, Jr. Now, I’ve never seen or heard Hamilton, but I think it’s cool that Thomas got him to be featured in this video.

All the “F” jokes and f-bomb teases. Also, I like the gold coin as the censor beep.

“I don’t want Thomas to croak! That’s my job.” *croaks*

Janus’s name reveal. Not something I saw coming, but what kinda threw me off was Roman’s reaction. But that was because I didn’t realize that it was “Janus”, the two-faced Roman God, and not “Janice”, the Friends character portrayed by Maggie Wheeler.

Janus snapping back wasn’t any better, but it was still an impactful moment.

“We should start looking into ways to PREDICT THE FUTURE!!!” “No!” And then whatever Roman said in that voice.

“Video games mean so much indoor time, that they should cause a little OUTDOOR time! Don’t you think?” “Ehhh…”

Patton hopping aboard on the “taking terms too literally” train after Roman asked Thomas who “gave him the jump” when his car broke down.

“Okay... I understand, now, that I have been.... a little-.” “Much?” “The mayor of Much-kin Land?” “... Sure.”

Patton and Janus’s interaction at the endcard scene.

Janus’s “Ah, d-d-d-d-DOY!”

“Jesus Christ Superstar!” That just reminds me of my Dad, because he likes that musical.

“Roman... I only mean well when I say... that is the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

The 8-bit video game music. From the theme song, to the main score for the characters. I love that detail.

“He’s the actual snake on the plane! And I, for one, am tired of this MORALITY-FIGHTING snake on this METHAPORICAL plane!”

Patton calling out Thomas for not getting up sharp by calling it, “6am dull”.

“By the liquid lipstick of William Shakespeare...”

Roman’s cat-filled apartment scenario.

“Especially to Mrs. Snuffles. More like Mrs. Sniffles! Because of the allergy...”

Just the overall video game theme in this video. I got a few of the game references, but not all of them. I don’t really play video games. :P

“I mean... there’s an obvious right answer here.” “Please don’t tell me you’re going to wrestle Tony award-winning actor Leslie Odom, Jr. for a hot dog.” “What?! No! I’m going about my day!”

All the callbacks and references to Thomas’s works and the little cameos of his friends!

“Well, when is it enough?!” “.... Trees?” “No! Selfishness!”

Patton having his eyes closed when he says that “doing nothing is worse than doing something good for the wrong reasons”.

“Like, you’re such a Dad that it’s too much to handle sometimes.”

Janus’ entrance/reveal in this video. I think it’s my favorite entrance of his of the series.

“Ooooh! Ooooh! Reptilian Rapscallion! Reptilian Rapscallion! We got a Code Yellow!”

Patton misusing “factoid”.

“People are being hurt by this reptilian with scallions.” “No.”

Janus before he sank out. I am still a little wary about him, but oh my gosh, he was a complete DORK in that scene.

“Don’t make me regret trusting you! I don’t want to be stuck with an evil snake boy!” “You’re not stuck with an evil snake boy.... You’re just stuck with a snake boy.”

Roman trying to read the text on Logan’s Lowdowns, but it goes by too quickly. Every gamer’s struggle.

“Sometimes, we get this.” “A bagel?!” What?! No. Maybe.” I didn’t realize it was a parallel to the Valentine’s Day video, but it’s still silly.

Logan’s Nietzsche impression.

“He does have a stu-uper duper unique mustache.”

Every time we get to see one of “Logan’s Lowdowns”. Felt kinda sad that he feels like he could be a bother, but it was still cute to see an 8-bit Logan (and Janus disguised as Logan).

“I think I understand what it means... Deceit being a part of me.” “That’s cool, talk about me like I’m not here.”

Roman’s exit is HEARTBREAKING!!!

Logan’s “I’m so f**king done” face when Thomas said he “wouldn’t be wrestling Logan for a hot dog”.

Patton’s breakdown. The entire scene and the transtitions.

“So, that rule trumps the other rule?” “Roman!” “Eh?!” “You know we don’t like to use the “T” word in this house.” “Oh, sorry!”

Roman mouthing, “behooved”.

“Three out of four of those are normal for me... Do I have hypoxia right now?”

Thomas’s score (80085) and time (limited/being lost/poorly spent), and the 8-bit portrait of Janus.

“I don’t want to make you think you’re some-.” “Stupid, dirty, rotten, filthy-silly, billy, no-good for nothing, uh, white, urgh, rat-scandrel b*tch!”

We can all agree that the “Rhythm Redux” was a bop. The visuals were amazing to look at, and man, Thomas’s vocals were on point.

Thomas screaming at Lee and Mary Lee and shutting the door at their faces.

“Leslie offers up a reward.” “What’s the reward?” “Leslie’s famous cake!” “Phrasing?” “What? Leslie’s literal cake that he baked! Oh my gosh!”

Roman reaching over the text bar and selecting “ignorant”, and him slicing through the giant text box after it hit Patton. That editing is just well done!

“He didn’t mislead you on purpose, Thomas. I don’t think the little guy-. Or the big frog is capable of that sort of thing.”

Thomas realizing his neck was stiff when he turned to look towards Janus.

“In my head, I’ll just feel this way.” “What way?” “The way a groom might feel if he just watched as his bride ran away.” “... But you’re gay.”

Janus laying down the severity of Thomas’s mental health and the overall message of self care.

Patton’s high-pitched “Right?” sounds like a little dog bark.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides top 5 #selfishness vs selflessness #selfishness vs selflessness redux #putting others first #svs part two #svs redux

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devnny · 5 years ago

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CHAPTER TWELVE.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

GOD THIS TOOK FOREVER!!!!! it’s 6k fucking words too, jeezus lord. at least its cute, and sad, and cute.

the events of my old ass drabble TOUCH. is mentioned briefly in this chapter too, should you have not read that and would care to :]c ANYWAY, ENJOY

[Dear Diary,

I had another dream about killing Devi.

They’ve become too vivid… I’m growing more and more worried that my mind will blur fantasy with reality, and I’ll attack her thinking it’s a dream. I don’t know why I would do that… I don’t want to attack her. I don’t want to hurt her, ever.

So, as a precaution, I’ve decided that I won’t be sleeping anymore. Staying awake is all that I can do combat these shitty nightmares.]

Johnny scratched the final letter of his latest diary entry firmly into the paper’s face, then closed the cover quietly. He tucked the book under his chair, careful to not alert Devi, who was painting a few feet away, that he was making any unusual movements.

He felt badly to keep these dreams a secret from her, since he was confident that Meat was interfering with his sleep somehow, but he buried those prickly feelings of guilt to the best of his ability. The only other reason for these reoccurring nightmares would be that he, in fact, was thinking them up all on his own, which was even worse as far as Johnny was concerned. Either way, he was terrified that if he mentioned it to Devi that she would again grow suspicious of him.

After regaining so much of her trust, it would kill him inside to see her hesitate to accept his company, or linger on her words or her decisions in what she allowed him to do with her, all because he wasn’t in control of his subconscience. Very few people were able to control their unconscious mind, but Johnny still felt immensely paranoid that Devi wouldn’t be understanding, regardless of if it would be because of actual resentment, or simply out of fear, even though she would still want to trust him. That might sting even worse, actually.

They had built such a comforting routine in her home; working away on creative endeavors together at all hours, and enjoying each other’s company over shared meals and television in their downtime. It was so soothing, bidding her ‘goodnight’ and ‘good morning’ each day. Devi’s sleep schedule had returned to its atrociously inconsistent cycle since he moved in with her, so sometimes he would be saying ‘goodnight’ at 5PM, and other times saying ‘good morning’ at 5PM, but it was gratifying all the same. He didn’t know, after he was ‘better’ and was supposed to return to his own house, how he would go through each day without being able to offer her such daily pleasantries. Maybe he would be able to do so over the phone, he thought, but it wouldn’t be the same.

His eyes lifted from the scantily-worked-on page that was fastened to his drafting table and settled on Devi’s kneeling figure a short distance away. Johnny smiled to see the small smirk on her face while she blotted color across her canvas. She had been toiling away on this commissioned work for almost a week now, and she always seemed to enter some kind of frenzied state whenever she was nearing a piece’s completion. It was a large project, she had told him, and would offer her a very hefty paycheck once it was finished. Maybe it was the thought of money that pushed her into such an energetic fit of creation – Johnny could only speculate. She grinned and rubbed a bit of paint from her cheek as she stepped back to review her efforts.

His lips pursed into a longer smile; how could he even consider sullying her mood by bringing up useless things like night terrors? He couldn’t. He would handle this himself, and leave Devi to her work.

DAYS LATER:

Devi beamed, squiggling her brush down her canvas to the rhythm of the song she currently had blasting from the speakers of her art room. Nothing was more satisfying than going to the bank and depositing a nice, big, fucking check, and she could only express her delight by jumping right into a personal project as soon as she and Johnny had returned home. It felt so good to have enough money, for the time being, to indulge in painting what she wanted to for more than an hour.

“Hey!” Johnny’s voice piped up over the music, and Devi turned to see him pull his headphones off of one of his ears. His headphones were his only defense against her deafening taste in music, so it must be important. Devi searched the floor for the dinky little remote that controlled the speakers, and lowered the volume to a reasonable level.

“Yeah?” She grinned at him, and he met her smile with one of his own.

“Can you hold your arm out like ‘this’ for me?” Johnny stuck his arm out and twisted it downwards in a fist to give her an example. Devi scoffed, used to him asking her to pose for reference by now, and tried to mimic what he had requested.

“Like that?”

“Ummm, no, down a little more. Ehhh—” He wiggled his fist in her direction. “—put your shoulder up more, maybe? Give me… ‘intimidating’.”

Devi laughed.

“Shut the Hell up.” She huffed a few chuckles and brought her shoulder up as instructed.

“YES. HOLD THAT.” Johnny exclaimed and hurriedly resumed his sketching. Devi’s smile remained while she watched him work.

She had to admit she was proud of how far he had come since this whole thing started – he hardly ever devolved into a crying mess when his drawings weren’t progressing to his liking anymore. The last time Devi remembered him throwing a fit was shortly after the ‘leash and collar’ situation began, and she figured that that was more out of pent up frustration for that small bit of humiliation, and not so much because he was a creative loose-cannon.

The way his tongue poked out while he drew was a little more endearing suddenly, but Devi dismissed the thought, chalking it up to the current carefree feeling in the air. The evening was set to be lighthearted the moment she had gotten paid; the plan was to have whatever the fuck she wanted for dinner, and then binge-watch the entire movie series of The Beast What Licked Me, which was the main trilogy and all of its subsequent, horrible spinoff movies by less-than-admirable production studios. Devi smiled at the idea of having fun for once.

“You know, the lofty smile doesn’t really give me that ‘intimidating’ vibe.” Johnny spoke with a teasing laugh, earning a dismissive, blithe scoff from his model.

“Shut your mouth—aren’t you hungry yet?” Devi snorted, wriggling her shoulder to rib at him further. He stuck the end of his pencil into his lip curiously.

“Are you?”

“Sure, and I think my hand’s had enough painting for one day.” She straightened her posture with a widening grin. “You done?”

“Well, I am for now, if that’s alright with my, er, mentor…” Johnny replied with the question in his stare, and Devi snickered again.

“You are excused for the evening. Now, let’s order Chinese, for delivery. I don’t feel like leaving the house again today.” Devi mused while she walked out of the room. Johnny smiled giddily at the comment – one trip outside was enough for one day, he’d agree wholeheartedly!

FIFTEEN-MINUTES-OR-LESS LATER:

Johnny threw the wad of cash that Devi had so-entrusted him with directly into the delivery boy’s face, knocking him over with the force of the impact as he snatched the take-out bag from him. He slammed the door shut callously, and hummed in approval at the now familiar smell of Devi’s favorite Chinese restaurant.

He strode to the kitchen with it, and began laying out the bag’s drippy contents onto the counter. He jumped when he felt something jab into his side, but hardly had to turn his head before he recognized Devi’s head peeking into his peripheral. She gave him a cheeky grin, and he smiled back shyly.

“You’re already finished showering?”

“Yeah, heh, just needed to rinse off that outside-world smell.” She crossed her arms over one of his shoulders as she leaned to see what he was doing. “…Why’d you bother bringing the food in here?”

Johnny gesticulated his hands loosely around the counterspace as he attempted to explain, but it was difficult with Devi touching him.

“WELL, it’s—” Another swat of his hands. “…greasy!”

Devi snortled and slid off of his shoulder, giving his back an additional plap with her palm before moving to inspect tonight’s dinner. She popped open one of the containers and couldn’t help but jam a pair of chopsticks into it right away, scooping a pile of noodles into her mouth happily.

She exhaled contently through her nose while she chewed, then turned a curious eye to Johnny, who was picking at the fabric of his shirt where she had just been pressed against him. It was only for a second, but it was enough to take notice of before he tilted to look through the boxes and find which one was his entrée. Devi swallowed, and watched his thin fingers play with the lids while she thought.

When had she gotten so comfortable with touching him? It had been a long time since physical contact with anyone had been so nonchalant for her. If she could guess, it was probably due to the whole ‘close proximity of the leash’ thing, or maybe the whole ‘living together’ thing, but either way it was bizarre that she hadn’t realized how casual things had become until she noticed Johnny’s slight change in demeanor in response to it.

One wouldn’t have to ask Johnny ‘when’ the touching started; he could tell you with one-hundred percent certainty that it was the night that they went to pick up a few groceries from a nearby 24/7. Devi had approached him, and set a hand on his arm for an undiscernible amount of seconds while she spoke to him – undiscernible because his brain had just about exploded from the direct contact. He had returned the casual touching with a modest hand on her shoulder, and she hadn’t killed him for it. Johnny would probably remember that night for the rest of his existence.

But Devi was left to ponder at what point she had regrown enough trust for him to poke and prod at him without wanting to carve her own skin off afterward. He was a lot less horrible now, and she enjoyed his company again, so she supposed that said something, at least. She shrugged it off and stuffed a piece of chicken in her mouth.

“You ready to get this hideous marathon underway?” Devi asked while she chewed. Johnny carefully lifted the top off of the horrendously spicy dish he’d ordered.

“Yes!” He beamed at her eagerly, brandishing a spork as though it was a beacon for his well-equipped-ness for the evening.

FIVE MOVIES IN:

“Oouughh…” Devi vocalized her agony with her fingers pressed to her sore eyes.

“Yeah, that FX make-up is garbage. Worse than the one in Spawn of The Beast What Licked Me.” Johnny replied lazily from his side of the couch, half-melted into the cushion. Though his corneas burned just as badly, the pain didn’t register with him the same way.

“No,” Devi griped. “my eyes are killing me…”

A yawn punctuated her complaint, and Johnny lifted his head attentively. She was tired. He’d come to learn the signs of her exhaustion quite well, and despite his current feelings about sleep, rest appeared to do Devi some good.

“Are you going to go to bed?” He asked and reset his head onto the back cushion of the couch comfortably. Devi peeked at him from the armrest on the opposite side, where she had devolved into a lumpy ball as the night wore on. Her ear pressed into the cushy fabric, and she slanted her mouth in discontent.

She didn’t particularly want to go to sleep. There was only one more movie to go, and it felt weak as Hell to give up now when she was so close to the end of a movie binge. Devi lulled her head in the direction of the TV, and winced away in regret when the flashing light burned her eyes.

“Ugh.” She grunted in defeat. “Yeah, I guess.”

“We can finish these last two tomorrow.” Johnny offered to ease her frustration, and Devi smirked through her exhaustion.

“Yeah, okay.” She agreed and rolled into a seated position. She struggled to stand with her tired legs, but managed to force herself up.

One of her hands came down to point at Johnny as she passed him, her finger hovering just out of reach of his nose.

“—And don’t you dare watch ahead.” Devi smiled despite her threatening tone. “You turn that shit off, you don’t get to watch without me.”

Johnny grinned uneasily, half of him delighted at how she joked with him.

“Yes, of course.” He assured her, and Devi nodded appreciatively before hobbling off to bed. Johnny watched her door click shut, then searched for the remote and turned the TV off.

His body slumped against the couch, the satisfied feeling in his torso weighing him down into its pillows. He debated what he could do for the rest of the night with his lazy, fried brain. The dull feeling in his arms made drawing seem impossible, and he didn’t want to turn on the TV again until he was sure Devi was soundly asleep. So he laid on the couch and thought to pass the time.

It didn’t take long for his thoughts to turn to Devi, and he smiled comfortably as he reviewed the day’s events. Johnny laced his fingers over his chest and contemplated if their relationship would progress further than this, or if it had reached it’s peak at her not hating him and offering him passing physical contact. He was perfectly happy with how things were now, but he would have said the same thing about her begrudgingly tolerating his company two months ago. Now he couldn’t imagine going back to that time and being satisfied without her smile, or laughter, or rib jabbing.

A sigh slipped past his lips as he smooshed further into the couch at the memory of her forearms crossed over his shoulders early this evening. It was so nice. Everything was so nice now; he felt like he could exist like this forever. The impermanence of his situation was lost from his mind for the time being, and he nestled his brow into the cushion while he let his tender thoughts carry his brain away.

Without realizing, his eyes slowly began to settle closed, and he drifted into an impromptu nap.

Johnny reaffixed his grip on the handle of his knife, the tendons there further visible under the gaunt skin of his hand. He would usually wear gloves for something like this – it was so messy – but a kill such as this one, that was so personal and passionate in nature, had no room for measures of tidiness.

She deserved this so much; she was so mean. Cruel. She never treated him like this before, when they had their nice, engaging conversations at the bookstore. Everything was so pleasant then. He could still imagine her, with her short black hair and uniform apron, and her dark, painted lips that made his heart go berserk when they tilted up into a smile for him. Him, bringing a smile to someone else’s face. How abnormal.

His own mouth twitched upwards more, making his grin look more unhinged than it already did. The little spatters of blood on his cheeks and nose smeared under the creases it brought.

Devi lay below him – on the floor, if he wasn’t mistaken – looking up at him in fear. He’d only stabbed her a few times so far, but Johnny could tell by the terror in her eyes that she knew those wouldn’t be the only ones. He crouched over her form, as he had over so many others, and held her shoulder with his left hand while the right started its habitual swinging.

The blade plunged into her chest again, marring her shirt with another bloody hole. Then another, and another. He could feel the flexible bones of her ribcage bend under the base of his palm, compressed by the weight of his blows.

It felt so GOOD. She earned all of these! All of her stabbing, painful comments – she should have expected this outcome. This new, purple-haired, pigtailed Devi was not the one he cared so much for; she was a demon! A bastardized version of his Devi; one that smirked coolly at him as though she owned him; one that barraged him with pointless tests and berated him with cutting words when he failed.

“You deserve this!” Johnny breathed, digging the knife into her torso again. Devi did little to stop him, as she had so far, and only looked at him painfully. YES! She deserved this pain!

“You deserve this – you deserve this—!” He ranted, continuing to repeat the phrase over and over as he stabbed her. He watched her eyes – those pretty, green eyes – filled with hurt.

But it wasn’t the hurt that he had originally thought.

It wasn’t like the looks his other victims gave him, eyes filled with tears from the physical agony they were in. It wasn’t even the same as the horror he’d seen on her face before, when he had lunged at her in his home. Johnny’s smile slowly began to drop, seeing the unusual emotion in Devi’s eyes. She looked at him with so much betrayal – almost longingly, as if to ask “Why?”, or to say, “How could you?”.

Why wasn’t she fighting him? She should be able to get away. She’s always gotten away from him – always refused to be a victim to him. Why was she just LAYING there, letting him kill her?

That’s what he was doing. He was KILLING HER.

Devi seemed to acknowledge her impending death at the same time he had, and her expression grew wearier. Johnny felt anxiety rapidly mounting inside him, and only removed his fixation away from her face when he felt her hand gingerly grip at his fist. He looked down and watched her fingers, matted with blood, trying as best as they could to grasp onto him. He also realized that he was still holding the knife firmly in her sternum.

With a jolt of fear, he yanked the knife away, and Devi cried out for the first time that he could remember. It made him drop his weapon, and settle both hands onto her shoulders.

He yelped her name, as if that would do any good. What had he done? He had killed her – she was dying. He didn’t want to believe it, and the sound of her labored breathing brought him to tears. This shouldn’t be happening – Devi had helped him. She offered him so much of her; her time, her support, her home – and he had reduced her into a gored mass on her bedroom floor.

No, no, no. This wasn’t right. He wanted to scream and sob, but that would do nothing to fix this.

A sticky sensation on his cheek brought him out of his panic, and he realized after a moment that it was Devi’s hand, wet from her own blood. Despite the slippery, unpleasant feeling of the blood, Johnny was drawn to the delicate touch of her fingers, and tried to lean into them despite the weakness in her digits. He wanted her palm – he wanted it to cradle his cheek, and indulge in the forbade softness from her that he himself had ruined his chances of.

Johnny didn’t get what he wanted, of course. Devi’s hand slowly dropped away from his face, lingering until all the strength left her limbs, and her arm fell to her bloodied stomach. Johnny refused to take his eyes off of hers, and the anxiety he felt previously worked into a massive ball of dread as he saw the glint in Devi’s eyes begin to dull.

No, no, no, no—

Johnny almost gagged from the abrupt force of the gasp that brought him back to consciousness. His leg kicked out, knocking over some empty containers and cans that had been left on the coffee table, and he scampered away from the sound with startled fear. A hand came up to palm away the wet lines that streaked down his cheekbones, but cold tears were the least of his concerns with his lungs beating air out of him faster than he could bring it in. Johnny tried to gather himself and calm his breathing down, but his heart wouldn’t allow it, and continued pounding against the walls of its boney prison like a furious captive.

His eyes shook with anxiety as his pupils flashed from side to side, trying to use some amount of logic amongst his hysteria to convince himself everything was fine, and that his panic was just the result of another Godawful nightmare. Johnny noted the dark living room, the messy table, the quiet television set; nothing amiss or broken, nothing to indicate that anything in the apartment was any different from any other night, besides his quaking form bundled up on the sofa.

He turned his attention to Devi’s bedroom door, and his haggard breaths immediately stopped. Her door was ajar. He had never seen her door open when she was sleeping, ever.

A shaky inhale sucked down his throat, and he started shivering from his shoulders down his arms and to his stomach. There was a sudden, paralyzing feeling of nausea woven through his guts, and it was almost painful to make his knees lift him into a standing position, like forcing a rusted bolt to twist. He couldn’t get his back to straighten fully as he stood, so he crept with a nervous hunch in his shoulders toward Devi’s bedroom.

Johnny swallowed past the dry flesh of his mouth as he reached the threshold of the doorway. His breath trembled again; he was terrified that upon pushing open the door fully, he would find Devi’s lifeless body on the floor, right where he had ‘dreamed’ it was. He couldn’t bear the thought that his worst fear had come to fruition – that his crappy, broken mind failed to recognize reality from fantasy, and either it, or Meat, had tricked him into murdering Devi with a rage that he didn’t even have for her.

Despite his paralyzing fear, his hand settled onto the front of the door, and he creaked it open slowly. Johnny shakingly took a step inside, and even with the only light in the room being the dim reflection of a billboard outside, he could tell that there was nothing on the floor besides the usual scattered belongings. Certainly no bodies, and definitely not the one that belonged to Devi.

He brought his attention up to her bed, and his lips wibbled fearfully at the unidentifiable shape under the purple covers. He could see what would be assumed to be Devi’s head poking out of the lump, resting on a pillow, but that was all. Johnny gulped quietly again. His paranoia couldn’t let him leave it at that – he had to make sure that she was well, instead of just assuming she was sleeping peacefully.

He hurried to the side of the bed, and stared down with wide, fearful eyes at her neutral face that was tucked so snugly behind her curled hand. She wasn’t making any sounds, and he couldn’t tell with his own body shaking the way it was, if she was breathing or not. He continued staring, trying with all his might to determine if her body was rising and falling with lifegiving breath, and only grew more and more panicked the longer he couldn’t stop trembling and focus enough to confirm it.

With a renewed burst of anxiety, Johnny shot forward, jabbing a knee into the fluff of her comforter. He grabbed her by the shoulders to shake her awake with terrified urgency, unable to think of any other way to quell his fears fast enough. Devi’s eyes opened right away, rattling around in her aching head with confused alarm until she heard Johnny’s wailing.

“DEVI! DEVI, DEVI—!” His face pinched miserably as he saw her irises flicker into view and focus squarely on him. His fingers tightened onto her shoulders further as his began to shake again, and he drooped like a dejected, wilted flower against her collar. He continued calling her name, but his voice garbled as he deteriorated into sobs.

It took Devi a moment to register what the Hell was going on, but her shocked expression melted into a tired, exasperated one as she realized Johnny was just having a fit about something, again.

“Nny—Nny!” She tried to urge him out of his crying with a few shoves on the arm, but Johnny only continued blubbering. He was trying desperately to explain himself, Devi could gather that much, but he was completely incoherent. She sighed in exhaustion, desperate to calm him and go the fuck back to bed.

“Johnny,” She set a hand on his head, lazily leading it to lay flat on her mattress. “relax, please. Relax.”

Johnny, whose figure had been half-collapsed on her bed already, buckled from his distress, and he laid loosely at her side like a ragdoll.

“—you were dead, you were dead—!” He managed to blather out, and Devi sighed again. She assumed that this was the result of another nightmare he had, and papped his hair with as much sympathy as she was willing to muster in her fatigued state.

“I’m not dead, Nny. I’m fine… see…?” She mumbled with her eyes closed. Johnny stifled his crying as he tried to accept what she was telling him, but even with the affirmation that she was alive and well, he couldn’t stop his body’s pitiful reaction to fear. He hadn’t been so terrified in a long while – he couldn’t even remember what he would do to ease the feeling before.

A sudden sensation against his hairline startled him out of his grim thoughts, and he realized after a moment that it was Devi’s thumb idly brushing against his skin and into his hair. He stared at the sheets in surprise, unable to do much else besides focus on the strange scratching at his skull. Slowly, his eyelids lowered, but his somber expression remained. Johnny brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, hoping the pressure would help him relax.

Devi’s fingers stilled after a minute, and he felt her wrist settle loosely on his temple, then eventually slip lower until her forearm rested across the side of his neck. He sniffed, and bent his head down more, but instead of his forehead settling onto his kneecaps, it was obstructed by something warm and flat.

Johnny tilted his head up at an angle, and was surprised to see that what he’d bumped into was Devi’s collar – or rather, the area right below her collar. Her sternum; the bone that he had so viciously impaled with a knife several times in his newest dream. Guilt demanded that he pull his head away from where it rested, but as he turned his head, his ear pressed against her and he felt the light thumping of her heart tickle at his skin. Johnny froze, and his stillness offered him the full, uninterrupted rhythm of Devi’s heartbeat.

Even with his own heart pumping erratically, the sound of Devi’s heart was so audible and loud to the ear that was currently resting against her chest. It was just like any heartbeat, he supposed, but it was so calm and steady, much in contrast to his own which was still wild from coming down off of terror-induced adrenaline. The stable rhythm slowly began to calm him, and he took deep solace in the fact that as long as he could hear that drumming in his ear, it meant that she was alive. He curled further into himself, making sure that his temple was still pressed firmly against her collar.

Johnny chastised himself for a moment, trying to argue through his emotional exhaustion that this was, to some extent, inappropriate, and that now that he knew Devi was safe, he should leave her to rest. But he couldn’t resist the lure of Devi’s soft skin on his cheek, or her arm that was draped over his head, that made him feel oh-so cozy and secure. His eyes settled shut, and with a few lingering post-sobbing sniffs, slipped back into sleep.

THE FOLLOWING MORNING:

Devi mumbled in the back of her throat as she roused from slumber. There was still a dull ache in her brain, and she wasn’t currently at all fond of the idea of opening her eyes or waking up. Her lip twitched at a weird texture flittering against it, and she snorted to encourage whatever it was to fuck off. Her breathing started to slow again, but after a moment, the tickling feeling moved up to her nose, making it curl and huff in annoyance.

She brushed the unknown irritant away with her hand, and opened her eyes bitterly as she accepted that going back to sleep wasn’t going to happen now. She stretched her back out with a groaning sigh, and brought the same hand up to rub her face clear of any grogginess. As she did, the tuft of annoying, plumy things that had woken her up settled back against her mouth. Devi glared out at nothing in aggravation, then flicked her eyes down to finally see what it was.

Her eyes widened in confusion to be greeted with a pile of twisted, black hair. The confusion was short-lived as she realized that the hair was attached to Johnny, who was curled up in a ball beside her within the small space that her bent legs allowed, his head tucked comfortably under her chin. She blanched, and her cheeks quickly grew red from embarrassment and disoriented, shocked anger.

With a jolt of ego-preserving violence, she shoved him away and off of the bed, leaving only his skinny legs splayed in awkward angles atop the mattress. Devi sat up and glared at his boots.

“Johnny, what the Hell!” She huffed, her cheeks still tinged with color. Johnny rebounded from the initial shock of hitting the floor rather quickly, scampering up into a kneel at the side of her bed.

“OH, UH, I—” His own face blushed in shame, and he looked up to Devi’s glowering face, hoping that she wouldn’t be too angry with him. “I uh, I guess I… I fell asleep, after, um…”

His fingers drummed awkwardly against the sheets as he looked around the room noncommittally. Devi’s expression dropped as she remembered, foggily, Johnny coming into her room during the night in absolute hysterics. She grunted and scowled with some acceptance that he’d ended up passing out beside her.

“You moron.” Was all she could say. Johnny raised his eyes to look at her dejectedly, and she scoffed. She threw her legs off the other side of the bed, and walked around it, and Johnny, to reach her bathroom.

Johnny’s lip stuck out curiously. He wondered if that was going to be the extent of his punishment for unwanted physical contact, but dared not ask. Instead, he pulled himself up to sit on the corner of her bed and waited patiently for her to return. He hoped she didn’t come back with anything to hit him with, like the good, old-fashioned, ‘bar of soap in a sock’ flail.

Devi only washed her face, then reentered her room to frown at him. She crossed her arms at the sight of him sitting on her bed, and Johnny held his hands between his knees, timidly avoiding what he assumed was a bitter glare from her. Devi rolled her eyes as she sighed, and joined him on the edge of her mattress.

“Another nightmare, Nny?” She asked. Johnny’s head lowered from the annoyance in her voice.

“Yes…” He mumbled, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He heard Devi scoff again, and he felt further guilt that she was unaware of the seriousness behind his night terrors. After her unintentionally warm comforting the night previous, he felt compelled to tell her the truth.

“Devi, uh, I actually… there’s something I must confess.” Johnny looked to her, and Devi’s mouth flattened in surprise. She hoped silently that this wasn’t something romantic, given the already ridiculous start to her day. Johnny swung his legs absentmindedly.

“Well, you see…” A sigh. “I’ve been having these… “nightmares”, for months.”

“All of them have been about, well, killing you.” Johnny grimaced as he said it, and Devi’s expression shifted to a different kind of surprise. Johnny continued. “Each time I fall asleep, they get worse; more vivid, more violent. Last night’s was the worst one to date. It was so real, Devi, I—I swore that I’d killed you. I was so certain…”

His hands gripped at the fabric of his pants nervously.

“…I think Meat’s behind it.” He said finally, and Devi took new, startled interest in his admission. They were quiet a moment before Devi replied.

“You really think the dreams are his doing?”

“I do.” He affirmed. “He doesn’t speak to me very often now that I live here, but I’m sure it’s him. I… I don’t know why he’s doing it, but I’m sure that he’s influencing them to be so gory and… awful… and you-related.”

Devi pondered this new development with a healthy amount of bitter suspicion. As far as she knew, Reverend Meat wanted Johnny to live, and had yet to try and influence him to kill anyone. What he wanted Johnny to do was engage in normal human-y things, and lose himself to his emotions, to his feelings. His feelings for her, in this case specifically. She slid her attention back to him with her suspicions hidden, as to not inadvertently express it to Johnny, and Meat, by extension.

“Did you have a nightmare after you fell asleep in my bed?” She asked.

Johnny blinked, having not bothered to even think about that until she mentioned it.

“Oh… no, I didn’t.” He replied. Devi pursed her mouth, convinced she knew the reason for Meat’s meddling this time.

He was trying to drive Johnny directly into her arms, like a bovine herder whacking his cattle with an electric rod. It boiled her blood to think of that shitty little parasite being so crafty. It would be easy for Meat to convince Johnny, without words, that he was urging him to commit violent acts, like Johnny’s previous voices, when in actuality, he was still just pushing this ‘physical longing’ crap.

“I’m sorry Devi…” Johnny’s head hung pathetically. “I know I should have told you. I was just so afraid… Afraid that you wouldn’t… trust me, again.”

He lifted his head.

“So much has changed since we, uh, ‘reunited’, if you’d want to call it that.” He mumbled. “I was scared that everything would regress back to the way it used to be. Everything is so nice now, I didn’t want to disturb it if I didn’t have to.”

Devi frowned at him in disbelief. She was still unused to any kind of heartfelt comments from anyone, especially him. For a moment, she debated whether or not to inform Johnny of the conclusion she’d just come to.

It could be beneficial to let him know, even if that would let Meat know as well, but then Johnny would probably go out of his way to avoid any touching, and maybe even hide his emotions more, just as a precaution to keep any and all feelings for her in check and not vulnerable to the Reverend, as futile as that would be. Devi hated to admit that she… didn’t want that. She liked bothering him, and it was nice to have such a casual friendship with someone after all these years of crappy people and self-made solitude.

She let her shoulders sag in defeat to her own wretched feelings.

“Yeah, things are nice now.” She smiled at him. Johnny was surprised that she would agree with him, and grinned shyly back at her.

“You still should have told me though, idiot.” Devi added with a meaner smirk, and Johnny shrugged in reply with a laugh. Devi pushed his shoulder.

“I’ll forgive you if you make me breakfast.” She offered, and Johnny jumped at the opportunity.

“Okay!” His smile grew wider, and he began slinking off toward the kitchen, lingering as though he was urging her to follow him.

Devi snorted a laugh and got up to join him. She would just keep these nightmares under close observation for now, until she was sure that she was correct about Meat’s intentions.

NEXT.

#this ones also gory so like.... keep that in mind #im so happy to have gotten this over with!!! it was so long kill me #jthm #jtrm #mine #devnny #gore/#chapter

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lailaliquorice · 5 years ago

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we are but only a moment

at last the seventh of the anon sentence starter prompts!! I have to specify that now because I have so many other anon prompts I’m slowly getting round to. this one was ‘you said to be honest stop hitting me!!’ with parrlyn.

honestly you can thank the sixcord for the fact that this is so soft because it’s currently loving hours so I’m riding the wave of validation and love. this one’s for you sixcord, I love you all so much <3

With their job meaning they worked evenings nearly every day, date nights for Cathy and Anne were a rare occurrence. After their last show each week the custom was that all the queens would go out together, the night of their one day off a week was spent getting well-needed rest before the nine shows ahead, and usually their random days off would never coincide to give them a free evening together. It was a hectic and sometimes antisocial schedule, but it meant that they valued every moment they got to share in each other’s company.

Lunch dates were common for them, and sometimes breakfast dates on the rare occasion that Anne could get Cathy to wake up before midday. On the even rarer occasion that they had an evening free for just the two of them they would sometimes go out for a date at a local pub, but sometimes when they couldn’t be bothered they would just buy a bottle of wine for the two of them and have a night in together.

“Cheers love,” Cathy said, chinking her wine glass against Anne’s as she made herself comfy on the sofa. The rest of the queens were doing the show so it was just the two of them in the house, so they could relax fully with the knowledge that they wouldn’t be disturbed for a few hours.

Anne grinned as she drank a large sip of her wine, and Cathy knew that she’d need to keep an eye on how much she was drinking if she didn’t want a very tipsy girlfriend on her hands. Somehow Anne could handle her liquor with ease but wine got her drunk and quickly. “This is nice. We should do this more often,” she said.

Cathy hummed in agreement. “We can enjoy what we get though,” she pointed out with a smile, nudging Anne’s knee with hers as she added “You’re always worth waiting for.”

“Aww, thanks babes,” Anne giggled, a giddy smile on her face as she nudged Cathy back.

Laughing at how easily she could make Anne blush, Cathy took a sip of her wine and sighed happily. Every time she was on a date with Anne she always ended up thinking about how happy she was, happier than she’d ever thought possible with her track record of bad luck romantically. But here in the present with her girlfriend by her side was the only place she could ever want to be.

At a quiet chuckle from Anne, Cathy turned to see her watching her with an amused expression. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, hmm?” she asked.

Cathy grinned, shaking her head then shrugging her shoulders as she struggled to put her thoughts into coherent words. “I don’t know. Just how happy I am I suppose. Sat here, with you.”

“You’re cute,” Anne said, grinning brightly with a blush on her cheeks, “keep going.”

“With what?”

Anne shrugged. “Stuff you’re happy about. I had this conversation with Jane the other week and it was really nice just saying things that made us happy. I’ve started including it in what I write in my diary.” While Cathy was the bigger diarist between the two of them, she’d known that Anne had a little journal that she used to write down her feelings when she wasn’t able to say them out loud.

Cathy thought for a moment, taking another sip of her wine before asking “What did you tell Jane?”

“Little things, not big things,” Anne said, face scrunched as she tried to remember exactly what she’d said that evening. “Ehhh, stuff like waking up to the smell of coffee and getting tipsy down the pub. Normal stuff that normal people get to have.”

Nodding, Cathy tried to think along those lines with the little things she appreciated in this life. “Being able to write without being afraid,” she said first; even though that had become her normal now she vowed to never take it for granted that she could speak her mind without fearing the consequences. “Getting to set my own schedule, if I want to spend all night watching stupid conspiracy theories online I can. And then when I come downstairs in the morning you’re all here to say hello to me. It’s nice.” There was a smile on her face as she finished, since that last point was really something she treasured.

“Yeah, it is nice,” Anne agreed. “Just having everyone around, I mean. Feeling part of something and not being scared that it’s got terms and conditions attached.”

As much as Anne’s face gave nothing away, there was a slightly tremor in her voice there that Cathy resonated with far too well. They were all accustomed to being painfully aware that nothing was unconditional when it came to love, and even though some of them had paid a higher price than others it was something that affected them all.

“Nothing has terms and conditions attached anymore,” Cathy said as Anne’s gaze dropped to the floor, scooting closer to put an arm round her girlfriend’s shoulders.

Anne mumbled a muffled “Yeah,” as she snuggled into Cathy’s side with her face buried in her t-shirt.

She stayed like that for a little while, Cathy’s fingers tracing random patterns on her upper back, before she wriggled out from under Cathy’s arm to drain the rest of her wine and pour herself a generous second glass. “Do you ever think of how lucky we really are?” she asked as she settled back down, her eyes shadowed as she looked across the room.

“What do you mean, love?” Cathy asked, taking Anne’s hand and gently stroking the back of her palm with her thumb.

Anne glanced down at their joined hands and smiled faintly before she continued. “I wonder how many people from our time ever got a second chance like this?” she asked rhetorically, no emotion in her voice except open honesty. “To live again and love again with none of the confinements we were used to. Sometimes I don’t think I’m worthy of any of it at all.”

Cathy’s expression as she met Anne’s gaze must have been sadder than she realised because Anne quickly added “I’m not asking that in a self-hatred way, don’t worry. It’s just amazing really. That I of all people get this.” She squeezed Cathy’s hand as she spoke for added reassurance.

For a couple of moments Cathy was quiet, continuing to run her thumb over Anne’s hand as she thought of what she really wanted to say. Eventually she looked up to look into Anne’s eyes as she said “Can I tell you why you deserve it?”

Anne gave her a lop-sided smile. “Go on then. Be honest though, don’t go flattering me just ‘cause you’re my girlfriend and you love me.”

“Well there’s reason number one, I do love you,” Cathy quipped, and Anne pretended to look annoyed though her grin gave her away. Sobering up a little, she said “Because you were so wronged by in your old life. You were an amazing intelligent person who was born in the wrong time and married to the wrong person who wouldn’t let you voice your brilliant opinions. You of all people deserve another chance to get to be yourself and- hey you said to be honest stop hitting me!”

She broke off as Anne started lightly hitting her arm with her head down, but when she looked up at Cathy she could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Shut up, I love you so much,” Anne choked out, and Cathy had to act fast to save her empty wine glass when Anne practically threw herself into her lap.

Just about managing to lean over and put their two glasses down on the floor, Cathy wrapped her arms around Anne who was clinging to her like her life depended on it. “I love you too,” she whispered in Anne’s ear, smiling when Anne’s arms tightened at her words. “And I’m so glad you did get this second chance because mine wouldn’t be half as incredible as it is without you here with me.”

Anne didn’t answer verbally, clearly too overwhelmed to put her feelings into words in that moment. Instead she just kissed Cathy deeply, emotional tears still running down her cheeks which Cathy reached out to catch with gentle kisses when they broke apart. Anne giggled at that, then leaned forward to rest their foreheads together in a muted display of how much she loved her.

Cathy smiled, letting herself be surrounded by just Anne’s presence. As much as she truly did appreciate all the little things she had listed earlier, she could never deny that the thing she appreciated the most about her second chance was sat right there in her arms for her to never let go.

#six the musical #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #parrlyn #anne boleyn #catherine parr #laila's writing

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titansandothersrp · 5 years ago

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Beauty in the Strange

(This is a compiled roleplay between my Beast Boy muse and the Raven muse of @azarathian . This is a very old roleplay we wrote under different usernames, but I labeled our writing with our current usernames.)

azarathian (Raven): “I vote tacos!” bellowed the tall man strolling merrily beside her. “Ehhh, not really in the mood for—” The exuberant red-head cut right through their leader as her own ideas swarmed. “Ooooh, I would be most favourable towards the Bee of Apples!” “But guys, that new burger joint has an offer on that ends today!” the masked boy exclaimed. Raven stared off ahead of her, nonchalant to the bustle of her team’s suggestions. Wherever they ate would be fine with her, as long as they didn’t spend the next hour trying to choose somewhere (which she feared they would, knowing them).

Despite the squabble, it was honestly nice to just be outdoors. When Starfire had suggested they all treat themselves to a meal out for dinner, Raven entirely approved. The days leading up to the outing had been spent tirelessly working through chores in the tower, combat practice, crime-fighting, more chores. To say the least, it had been a hectic and less than enjoyable week so far. Now the weekend was here, their leader had finally opted to give them a break. So, dinner out with her friends it was. In truth, she wouldn’t have even minded if the evening led to somewhere else after dinner; a movie, bowling… anything but karaoke. titansandothers (Beast Boy): “A meat free bean burrito sounds good. I vote tacos.” Beast Boy said, getting a high five from Cyborg. “But I don’t feel like-” The leader started, only to be cut off by the green teen. “Too bad! Majority rules!” “But Raven has not voted.” Starfire commented. “Please, do you not wish to visit the Bee of Apples?” “C’mon, Raven. You know you want tacos~” Cyborg added, grinning as Beast Boy nudged her. azarathian (Raven): Exasperated from the endless gabble, she sighed. “As long as we pick somewhere, I really don’t care.” “That counts as a taco vote!” Cyborg chimed, flinging one arm triumphantly around the girl’s shoulders whilst the other sported a giant thumbs up to the sky. “But-” Robin rose a finger in protest, but was once again overruled by his boisterous companion. “Ah ah ah, did ya not hear the guy?!” he tutted, prodding the boy’s forehead as he fizzled in anger. “MAJORITY RULES!” With their point made, both Cyborg and Beast Boy paraded ahead of the three, intent for the Mexican goodness that awaited down the block. A bitter Robin huffed with crossed arms as he begrudgingly followed on, Starfire floating patiently beside him. “Oh, the Bees shall have to wait…” she pouted in defeat. “Nightmare,” Raven muttered to herself before following in the others’ path. titansandothers (Beast Boy):

“Yes! Bean burritos, here I come!” The others ultimately caught up to the two excited teens and they made their way to the restaurant. Starfire sat next to Robin, as to be expected, and Beast Boy sat between Raven and Cyborg. “I hope they have Dr. Pepper! I hate it when places only have Mr. Pibb. Why can’t Coke and Pepsi be served in the same building?” The green teen talked to no one in particular. azarathian (Raven):

“Life’s mysteries,” she remarked, reaching across the table to pick up a menu. As the titans browsed over their choices, a particularly chatty group of girls entered the premises behind their table. Being an individual as intolerant of noise as she was, she couldn’t help but glance behind her as they gaudily strode past. Her brow twitched a tad at the commotion; they were talking amongst themselves as if they wished for the whole street to hear what they had to say. Because of this, Raven wasn’t the only one in the diner to send a glare the girls’ way, but she was the one to let it linger when they didn’t take the hint. “He did not say that!” one squealed aloud. “He did, I’m telling you!” another shrieked, voice like a seagull. “He did NOT!” “I think he did,” Raven mumbled out of ear-shot to the rest of her own table. titansandothers (Beast Boy): “Ckkkppphhhthhh!” Beast Boy tried to stifle laughter, as did the rest of the team. The chatty clique sat at their table, continuing to squawk about nonsense. One caught a glimpse of Raven and nudged her friends. “Hey, look at that creepy girl.” The other girls tittered. “Where does she buy her clothes; Dracula’s castle?” The group laughed obnoxiously. “Careful! She might suck your blood!” “I don’t know about blood, but she sure does suck!” In the past, Beast Boy might have laughed at their jokes, but not today. He darted over to their table, scowling fiercely.

“You do not talk about my friend like that!” He was furious. He knew that it hurt Raven to be called creepy, even if she didn’t show it. And they just had to pile on the insults. “You don’t know her!” azarathian (Raven): The instant a ‘creepy girl’ was mentioned, her shoulders stiffened. Nonetheless, despite the taunt, composure had become an easy thing for Raven to preserve in such situations; she’d been an outsider her whole life, the jeers of a few immature school girls weren’t about to get to her any time soon. Citizens were citizens. They weren’t villains. And yet she secretly relished in the knowledge she could send them flying off the nearest coast if they were. Propping her elbow up on the table, then her cheek on her palm, she merely scrunched her lips and waited for the mocking to subside. Surely they’d come up with some more pointless blather any second. To get angry over it was too much of a risk, not to mention futile. Some people were just born to be jerks. Her head tilted to her left when she heard the movement of the chair, and at once her eyes grew large and head rose when the boy beside her stood and walked away.

“Beast Boy? What are y–” In seconds he was over to the posse’s table, and it was all Raven - all the other titans - could do but to watch him with mouths agape. “Who asked you?” the girls proceeded to taunt, clearly remorseless. “Are all your friends goth freaks or is she special?” titansandothers (Beast Boy): “When you talk so loud that people in Gotham can hear you, I can only assume you did!” One girl scoffed. “We’re not loud; your ears are just too big!” He ignored them. Usually, he would retort that chicks dig the ears, but he had more important things to address. “She’s not a freak, but she is special. And that’s more than I can say for you.” “Pssh. Yeah, you two are special all right.”

“I’m sorry. I guess my big ears didn’t quite catch that. Care to repeat it?” He morphed into the beast, silently daring them to say another word.

azarathian (Raven): By now the entire diner seemed to have their eyes hooked on the unfolding scene, a certain indigo pair holding the most shock in its stare. Behind her, the three teens ogled along with the crowd, mouths ajar. As the shapeshifter morphed, suddenly leering over the girls with his threatening fangs, shrill squeals erupted from below and in a frantic rush the group was fleeing the site. Before Raven could blink, the slamming of hands flat upon the table behind her shattered the air. Her head flung back to see a furious Robin, shoulders high and mask pointed down to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were like needles, piercing the green figure from across the room. “We’ll be going now,” Robin said lowly to a fearful waiter stood beside him, glare not breaking from his teammate. Raven merely watched on, entirely unsure of what to do, and only moving to stand when the rest of the group did. Robin led their exit from the building as the many sets of eyes followed the four teens. Raven turned back to Beast Boy before passing through the door, offering an unsettled look to her friend that urged him to follow suit. Once outside, the interrogation began. “What the HELL, man?” came Cyborg’s voice. “So much for that burrito!” “Beast Boy.” Their leader’s voice was a lot less forgiving, stern and blunt as he walked towards the boy. “What was that?” titansandothers (Beast Boy): Beast Boy hadn’t really thought about the fact he would scare the whole restaurant. He just wanted those girls to stop insulting his friend. Mission accomplished, sort of. Hearing the slam on the table behind him, the beast turned around… and immediately reverted to human form. His ears drooped as he looked at their leader, feeling both afraid and guilty. He sulked out of the restaurant to be berated by his teammates. So much for a nice day out. Raven was insulted, he’d scared a restaurant full of people, and now his teammates were mad at him. He avoided eye contact with anyone, opting to hang his head instead. “I just wanted them to leave Raven alone…”

azarathian (Raven):

She looked to him, both perplexed and grateful. It was unlike anything he’d done before, and especially in a setting as public as the restaurant they’d been in. Truth be told, it was incredibly seldom such a situation would arise in the heroine’s day-to-day life, yet somehow she doubted he would’ve reacted in such a way to the same scene a few months ago. This was Beast Boy, and though his friends meant the world to him, it was a great rarity for his temper to show - and especially towards a bunch of moronic members of the public. What had he been thinking? “Raven can take care of herself,” Robin asserted. It was clear he was trying to take hold of the situation without creating too much of an atmosphere. This was meant to be their night-off, after all, yet as their leader he undeniably felt the need to set his peer’s unsuitable behavior straight. “I know those girls were out of order, Beast Boy, but you can’t go turning on people like that. You’re a titan. It’s not how we handle things.” As the masked boy delivered his lecture, Raven watched the expression in the younger’s face. For the moment, she let Robin speak, for he was right - they couldn’t just enter a place and proceed to threaten the guests with their powers. Not even for a few callow insults thrown her way. titansandothers (Beast Boy): Though the changeling knew Raven could take care of herself, he also knew that she wouldn’t. He knew the others wouldn’t either. That’s why he did it. If he could have resolved the situation through words alone, he would have. Unfortunately, he was not the most intelligent or well spoken person in the world. He couldn’t just sit there and do nothing, so, intimidation it was. He didn’t respond to the scolding, opting to react only by nodding his head solemnly. Despite the scolding, he couldn’t say he fully regretted it. In the end, the girls left her alone and Raven knew that he wouldn’t stand for anyone insulting her. With the way Raven wouldn’t let him insult himself, even after she had been insulting him for years, he wasn’t going to let anyone insult her either. azarathian (Raven): With the menial response, Robin deemed his point made. It didn’t please the leader to see his teammate shot down for trying to do the right thing, and so with one last steely frown, he turned to proceed down the street. “Guess Applebee’s it is,” he grunted in his step. Starfire would’ve rejoiced, had she not been glancing worriedly at her friend. After a moment, though, she followed Robin, meeting his pace and floating beside him. The metal man was the first to attempt to salvage the situation, disturbing the tension with a forced smile and a joke. “Probably best not to mix BB and beans anyway,” he snickered to himself, giving a nudge to his friend as his way of saying ‘forget about it B, Rob’s just being Rob’. Once the three were ahead, Raven made a point to walk slower behind, Beast Boy at her side. “You didn’t have to do that.” titansandothers (Beast Boy): “Better than car exhaust,” he managed to joke back, giving a slight smile. The smile faded once the others were ahead of him. Upon hearing Raven’s words, Beast Boy turned to face her. “Yes, I did. I know you hide your emotions. I know you can be hurt. I know you won’t tell anyone you’re hurt. So, I took care of it.” He spoke quietly, not wanting to alert the others. “You’re not creepy. You’re different. You’re special. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He knew he was guilty of the same thing in the past and he regretted it. “Even me.” azarathian (Raven): His words sank into her. As of the past month, she’d been seeing several subtle changes in Beast Boy, each becoming more notable than the last. And it wasn’t that she disapproved; if anything, it was oddly refreshing to see the boy’s disparate and intricate qualities showing through that ever-present grin, one by one. It was as if his comedic veneer he so stubbornly adorned was slowly giving way to a more involved, more illegible soul within. But the thought plagued her: what was the cause of these unique and obscure displays of emotion, seemingly emerging from nowhere? Anguish, panic, guidance, patience, embarrassment, defence, anger; they’d all seemed to make an appearance before the girl at some point or another in the weeks passed. And in many ways, she felt privileged to witness such rare displays from the usually unflappable changeling. And now, he’d succumbed to anger, for her sake. To defend her feelings. She couldn’t bring herself to judge him at this time, but only look on at him and eventually let the smile tugging at her lips flourish. “… Thanks,” she returned, a strange but welcomed lightness in her stomach. titansandothers (Beast Boy): Despite how he was feeling moments earlier, he was elated now. He’d made Raven smile and he knew he made her feel better. It was a welcomed change of pace to believing himself nothing but an annoyance to the girl. He gave her his usual toothy grin. “No problem. If this happens again, I’ll try not to get us kicked out of anything.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “Yo!” Cyborg called back to the two when he realized they were behind. “Could you two stop chewing the scenery so we can start chewing some food?” azarathian (Raven): There it was; that same, signature laugh that could only come from the boy she knew as Beast Boy. Through her nose, she exhaled a certain tension she hadn’t known had been there, smile lingering even as their hungry friend called out from ahead to move them along. Her eyes darted to the man, catching the quick movement of Beast Boy running along past her to catch up with their friends. For a moment, she found herself fixed where she stood. Her subconscious told her to question it all; why he’d chosen now to stick up for her, why she’d been the one to see him exposed in his grief, why he’d sought her out in his distress, why she was saying no less and less. Why things were feeling… different. But she didn’t. For her thoughts were adrift, unable to fully focus on anything besides the familiar figure jogging ahead of her. It wasn’t until second later, when her senses returned that she realised the simper still etched upon her face. With a start, she shook her daze to the wind and was once more tailing along with the rest of the group. titansandothers (Beast Boy): The five ultimately made their way to the restaurant and had a pleasant and (mostly) uneventful dinner. (Cucumber slices are not monocles, Beast Boy.) Afterwards, the five discussed what to do next. “A movie?” Cyborg suggested. “Dude, we just ate! I don’t have room for soda and popcorn!” Beast Boy argued. “Oh, you are such a lightweight!” “Hey, not everyone can have an iron stomach!” “Friends!” Starfire interjected. “There is a showing of fireworks at the park tonight in celebration of the new hall of town. Perhaps we can partake?” “Mm. I dunno. I know Raven’s game.” Beast Boy gestured with his thumb. “Loud noises and bright colors are her two favorite things, after all.” azarathian (Raven): Through the meal, Raven kept quite quiet. Thankfully, the others had enough liveliness to lift the ambience and keep conversation thriving as she fiddled with her food. Her thoughts weren’t present, but instead meandering in random succession amidst the restaurant’s bustle. Even so, she was aware of all exchanges her friends made around her, and would look up now and then to affirm her attention to the group. She couldn’t quite place the cause for her sudden reflections, but wasn’t all too bothered by them either. Eventually, their plates were empty and bill was paid. Once outside and standing again, Raven became more alert to the current chatter. “Kind of you to notice,” she bounced back at the jokester, inflection satirical as ever. It didn’t take much discussion for the team to agree upon Starfire’s suggestion. Raven had noticed when pacing the streets earlier that the event was advertised on a few posters and billboards. Seemed like quite a big deal, so she imagined it was worth going. By the time the titans reached the park, twilight was dying the sky a lavish shade of teal. It was deep and rich in its hue, foretelling a clear, obsidian night was upon them. Clearly, news of the event had spread as masses of Jump City’s citizens cluttered the grassy verge. Raven inwardly winced at the number of people, hoping the group would be able to find a quieter spot before darkness fell and the show began. Instinctively, her hands rose to lift her hood around her face. “Over there!” Starfire pointed, having sought out a more sparse area for them to settle. Raven followed her finger and spotted the turf, breathing a sigh of relief.

titansandothers (Beast Boy): The changeling simply responded with a cheeky grin. Upon reaching the park, he turned to Raven. “And crowds; your third favorite thing.” Fortunately, they seemed to find a slightly less crowded area. Starfire looked at the sky. “Though the show has not started, the sky is already beautiful.” “Just like you.” Robin added and wrapped an arm around her, eliciting a giggle from the Tamaranean. Beast Boy rolled his eyes and Cyborg commented. “I guess those mozzarella sticks weren’t enough cheesiness for one day.” azarathian (Raven): Raven completely respected the couple’s occasional displays of romance, but even she had to admit, it was both a culmination of awkward and amusing when the masked wonder spouted such cliches to his girlfriend in front of them. The three third-wheels exchanged their own glances, a snort begging to escape the hooded girl. “Come on.” She was the first to offer a mature approach, though still secretly entertained by the sight. “Let’s give them some space.” Motioning to the two boys, she put some distance between herself and the love-birds, finding a spot not too far that they’d lose each other into the show but still far enough to grant Robin and Starfire their own privacy. A few other groups of people were scattered between. “She’s got him wrapped ‘round her finger, huh?” Raven smirked at her friends, hand on hip. titansandothers (Beast Boy): The two boys followed after her. “Like a yo-yo.” Beast Boy agreed, nodding. “Took ‘em long enough.” Cyborg added. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair so obvious take so long to get together.” The changeling looked to the sky. “Gotta say though, he picked a good time to be romantic. Just look at that sky… Bet you can’t get that in Gotham!” Cyborg looked up and whistled. “Sure can’t!” azarathian (Raven): As Raven joined the two in admiring the view, a sudden scent crept into the surrounding space, followed by a loud, strident shout. “HOT DOGS! GET YOUR HOT DOGS, HERE!” She didn’t even have to look to sense the wide eyes plastered on the metal man beside her. Any second, she was certain he’d be running over to the man behind the stall, a wad of cash in hand to fill his supposedly empty belly. “Well, all right!” She’d assumed right. “Anyone who’s not a vegan,” he squinted his eyes at the younger boy, “want one?!” “We just ate,” Raven remarked. “Suit yourself, more for me!” Cyborg beamed down at the two before taking off in haste towards the hot dog queue, elated as a child at Christmas. She watched him disappear off into the crowd, knowing he’d be back in a few minutes with stacks of snacks piled in each hand. And suddenly, she was all too aware of the last remaining presence to her right. “…” Her gaze wandered around, as if seeking something but for what, she didn’t know. titansandothers (Beast Boy): Beast Boy scrunched his nose at the scent and cringed at the voice. Hot dogs; ick. He stuck his tongue out in disgust as Cyborg made for the stand. Once they were alone, the green teen looked at the empath, forgetting his distaste for meat. Their conversation kind of got cut off earlier. Maybe he could take the few minutes they had alone, well, as alone as you can get in a crowd, to continue it. “So… I never got to ask. Are you okay? Y’know, after what happened at the taco place?” azarathian (Raven): “Hm?” She’d almost not heard his voice peek out from above the throng, but looked to him once she did. The mention of what had ensued earlier sent a tremble through her ribs, and only then she realised she’d spent all the time since mulling it over in the sanctum of her own mind. Surprisingly though, it had not been the words of the girls that occupied her, but the words of her defender. It had only been at the distraction of Robin and Starfire that the thoughts abandoned her, and now all at once she was brooding again. “Oh. Yeah, it was nothing,” she surmised, attempting to brush off the incident as if she hadn’t been dwelling on it for the past hour. titansandothers (Beast Boy):

“Are you sure?” He looked concerned. thinking she looked a little uncomfortable. “If you’re upset, you can tell me. I’ll keep quiet.” It was a bit ironic that he would say that, given he was half shouting so she could hear him. There’s also the fact that he’d had issues keeping her privacy in the past. Even so, he was telling the truth. “You have no problem letting me know when you’re angry.” He half joked. “So, don’t have a problem letting me know when you’re hurt.”

azarathian (Raven): He wasn’t naive. Obviously the boy had picked up on her repose since the event; though Raven was a woman of few words anyway, it was evident she’d been more talkative beforehand. Still, how was she meant to tell him that her behaviour was evoked not by her taunters back at the restaurant but by his own response to them? The passing comments of some ignorant girls was to be expected; Beast Boy’s defiance was certainly not. Raven ultimately opted to appease her inquisitor, even if it meant lying. She wasn’t willing to divulge the truth of her quietude, for even she didn’t quite understand the meaning behind it. “Well, it wasn’t the best start to the evening.” At least that part was truthful. “I’m fine, though. Some people aren’t worth dwelling on.” titansandothers (Beast Boy): He gave her a nod. “Well, if you won’t dwell on it, I won’t either.” He continued to smile. “I was only mad because I thought they upset you. I didn’t really care about the ears comment. Chicks dig the ears, after all.”

He thought for a moment. “Then again. They didn’t dig the ears.” He shrugged. “Eh. I like them. They make me me.” He smiled and gave them a wiggle.

azarathian (Raven): She gave a half-smile teamed with a brow-raise at his gibbering, slightly bemused by his confidence in the anomalies that were his ears. It was almost endearing. With his smile, her gaze wandered from him to the grass beneath her feet. Though her voice carried a certain rumination, it was undetectable; neither poignant nor pleasant. Merely stating what she considered a fact. “Can’t get hung up on people just pointing out the obvious, anyway, I guess.” titansandothers (Beast Boy): “You’re not cree-” He slapped a hand to his face, realizing lying won’t help. She is creepy, but that doesn’t make her bad. How could he show her that?

He looked down in thought, spotting something in the grass. Was that-? Perfect! He knelt down and ushered the little spider onto his gloved hand. Keeping the little critter cupped in his hands, he approached Raven. “Okay. Maybe you are creepy. But who says that’s a bad thing?” He opened his hands to reveal the little spider, fuzzy with colored fangs. “Spiders are no doubt creepy, but they’re awesome! This is a jumping spider. They can jump distances several times their body size. And even though they’re creepy, I think they’re kind of cute. Look at the colors!”

“If spiders can be creepy and awesome, so can you!” He smiled at her. azarathian (Raven): Her gaze descended to the spider cupped in his hands; something most would look upon and scream, fleeing in fear. She’d always found the concept rather foolish. The creature before her, though unsightly to some, was ultimately harmless. Even those with the potential to harm had little to no intention of doing so, unless threatened. And yet people still deemed them something to be avoided; gruesome, awful… creepy. Beast Boy made a very good point. She watched as the spider scuttled across his glove, so small in the curve of his palm. And with a slight hesitance, she raised her own hand, cupping it in the same manner his was as it hovered below, awaiting the insect to crawl or jump - whichever it chose. “Hm. Didn’t know you were a philosopher,” she said blithely, eyes flitting up at his before landing back on the spider. titansandothers (Beast Boy): “I’m as surprised as you are.” He chuckled. It wasn’t often he felt smart, but he had his moments. It felt nice. He watched as Raven offered her hand to the spider. The spider opted against jumping down and instead continued crawling on his hand. “Aw, c’mon, little guy~ Raven won’t hurt ya~” He lowered his hand to be touching Raven’s, making a little slope for the spider to crawl down. This time, the little spider left his hand and walked on Raven’s. “There ya go~” He pulled his hand back. azarathian (Raven): When the tips of Beast Boy’s fingers lowered onto hers, she made a point to keep her own still and welcoming to the potential guest, careful not to frighten it away. Ironic, really. The thing so many saw as threatening was merely existing, and yet could easily become the one to be threatened by doing so much as wandering into the wrong path. Something so vulnerable and small. Why did people fear it? Because of its appearance? She suddenly felt rather fond of the creature, especially so as it gently darted along to her own open palm, offering her its trust.

Her smile was reflective as she looked down at the aphid scampering across her skin, her hand tilting slightly to accommodate its quick and aimless movements. Perhaps creepy wasn’t always bad after all… She silently let it wander, exploring the back of her hand now as it bustled across the mount of her gem. “He’s not shy, is he?” she mused aloud, tilting her hand again as it moved back to the dip of her palm. She flinched when the creature suddenly decided to jump into the air, and in a blink was gone, leaving her hand empty. Her eyes lingered on her vacant palm for a second before bringing her arm back to her side. titansandothers (Beast Boy): “Aw…” His ears drooped a bit as the critter hopped away. “Oh well. Was fun while it lasted. At least we won’t be distracted from the show now.” He looked up at the sky, which now had a purple tint, signaling the arrival of nighttime. Shifting his gaze to the side, the changeling realized the magus still had her hood up. Why she felt the need to wear a hood when it was already getting dark out was beyond him.

“Are you going to leave your hood up the whole time? You should take it down for a better view. C’mon. It’s pretty out~” azarathian (Raven): “Yeah.” Her eyes wandered past the crowds to see Cyborg almost at the front of the hot-dog queue. Night was falling upon the city quickly, an inky tint melting over the remaining wash of light just across the horizon. She turned to the boy addressing her, considering his words. She’d only raised her hood in the first place to shield her ears from the noise and calm her senses. But as they’d settled into a quieter spot, the crowd now an indistinct muffle, she felt it fair to unveil her face from the shadows. And so her hands held onto the sides, letting the fabric fall to her shoulders as she breathed a “fine” to the boy. A cool breeze caressed her exposed cheeks whilst her gaze ascended to the sky, now almost entirely swallowed by darkness. titansandothers (Beast Boy): He smiled when she lowered her hood, glad she was letting her guard down a bit. It wasn’t long after that the sky had darkened enough for the show to start. As the first firework screeched into the air, Beast Boy looked up in anticipation.

With a boom, there was an eruption of color and light. “Coooool~” He uttered in awe. Glancing to the side to see how Raven was enjoying the show, he found his gaze stuck to her.

It hit him all at once that he had yet to realize something about Raven. All the years he’d known her, he’d never noticed. But now, as the fireworks illuminated her, highlighting her features in colorful lights and causing her eyes to shine, he realized… Raven was… really pretty. azarathian (Raven): Raven winced at the first blare as it rocketed up, but quickly adjusted to the roaring sound. The crowd cooed in awe, all eyes clung to the sky as it boomed and fizzled with striking iridescence. The blackness was ablaze in colour and sound as shimmering flames pierced the dark and danced in the air. The magus, too, was captivated; it wasn’t often she got to see fireworks, and sometimes it was easy to forget the beauty of something when deprived of it for too long. This night was proving to be a stunning reminder. Her lips parted as she drank in the sight, cloak sweeping around her frame in the gentle wind. For what felt like ages but could’ve been mere minutes, she stood gazing to the sky, wordlessly, until with a blink she caught eyes upon her to her side. Naturally, her senses cast her own sight away from the fireworks to acknowledge the presence upon her. “What?” she asked, face glowing beneath the lights. titansandothers (Beast Boy):

He hadn’t noticed he was gawking or that he was starting to smile… Until she spoke to him. “Gah!” His eyes widened as he realized he’d been staring and she’d noticed.

Was he just ogling her? He was ogling her! What the heck, dude! You don’t ogle your teammates! Get it together! Your teammate is pretty; big deal!

“Um… what what?” Playing dumb was something he could do pretty convincingly, he thought. Despite the efforts he had been making to make Raven feel better today, he doubted telling her she was pretty would go over well. Plus, how dumb would he look saying it took him four years to realize she was attractive? azarathian (Raven): A little confused, she eyed the boy as he seemed to start from a daze. As the sky continued to boom above them, her brow rose a tad to better seize his attentions.

“You were just–” “Aw maaan, did I miss the start?!” A dejected Cyborg abruptly hindered her speech with a rowdy whine as he returned to the scene, several hot-dogs piled in his hands. Nonetheless, with another eager bite, he was munching away and let his despondency slide, almost instantly grinning again and regarding the display. “Now that is a sight worth seein’.” titansandothers (Beast Boy): He let out a sigh of relief when their metal friend returned. He’d never been so happy to see Cyborg. “Yeah, dude! If you weren’t so busy stuffing your face, you wouldn’t have missed it!” Beast Boy was quick to take the opportunity to change the subject. Cyborg merely scoffed as the three resumed watching the fireworks. Even with the rocky start, today turned out pretty well. {FIN}

#RP: Beauty in the Strange #roleplay #azarathian #TAOMuse: Beast Boy #compiled roleplay #completed roleplay

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petersmparker · 5 years ago

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Q and R feel like a superhero reader with Peter in my option so if that seems like something you’d like to write go for it my creative friend

I’m not entirely sure if this is what you were expecting, anon, but I had a lot fun with this one so I hope you have fun reading it !! 😘

Alphabet Prompts Q/R - “Quit playing games and just tell me the truth, okay?” “Right then. We are screwed.”

We managed to chip into that shitty Chitauri communications system this morning. They’re setting coordinates for 44.2239° N, 74.4641° W. That’s near that big green weirdo’s private lab, right? You’ve got a squadron heading your way within the next few days, probably. Should be nothing big. Let us know how that goes. -Rocket

“Remind me again,” you say, lacing together your fingers and pulling back your arms to stretch your aching spine, “why everyone else gets to wait around in Dr. Banner’s lab while we have to sit out here.”

Peter’s above you with knees locked around a tree branch, hair falling away from his face and a bored look on his face. The metal of his Iron Spider suit glistens on the chest piece with the light that cuts through the leaves, directing a beam of light onto the ground a few feet away. He’s starting to turn a little red, even with how frequently he ends up upside down. He’s been hanging there a long time.

“Ehhh,” he responds, sounding just as bored as he looks, “It’s your fault we gotta stand out here, Y/N. Stop being more accurate than all of our tech if you want air conditioning.”

What he says is right, which is kind of annoying. Peter’s your best friend though, and at this point it’s only natural for you to be dicks to each other for fun. You watch him dangle for about a minute longer, his face getting pinker as the blood rushes to his head, and finally decide to ask what the hell he’s doing.

“I’m trying to set that leaf on fire,” he answers, “The one I’m directing the light at.”

“It’s not going to catch on fire.”

“Yeah it is. Look at it. It’s all dried out.”

You both stare at the leaf. Spectacularly, nothing happens. Peter drops down from the branch eventually, a disappointed look on his face. He decides to return to the previous conversation like you hadn’t taken an interim to discuss his hopeless endeavor. By then, you’ve closed your eyes to focus on the movement around you, focusing your energy on those of the living world around you, and determine that everything is fine. Peter waits for you to finish. You shake your head, and he goes back to chatting.

“Have you considered being less gifted so that I could have air conditioning?”

“But then when will I ever get the chance to spend time alone with you and your sparkling personality?” You shoot back and reach up to adjust his now-tousled hair.

A moment passes. “That’s fair,” he concludes.

It’s not the most fun to have your closest friendship consist of two incredibly busy superheroes and college students who live on opposite ends of the state. A constant string of texts and a handful of phone calls a week do a lot to make the distance feel less vast, but even so, it’s hard not to miss each other when you really only meet face-to-face for missions. It sucks, but realistically, you’re not sure your heart can handle being that close to Peter all the time. You’re already stupidly in love with him now. How big of a mess are you going to be if he’s within a reasonable distance from you? A massive one, is what.

You’d rather not embarrass yourself with your unrequited crush on a daily basis.

“You know,” Peter starts, a bit of a smile building on his features, and you know exactly where this is going, “There’s a listing down the street from May’s apartment. I was thinking of applying for it. Maybe move off campus next semester and commute.”

You know what he’s attempting to insinuate. It’s been an idea he’s become gradually more interested in over the past few months. Despite this, you play dumb.

“Go for it,” you respond, “Might be nice to live alone.”

Peter sees through you. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Might be nicer for us to live together.”

You don’t respond. The ground is moving beneath you, waves of vibrations traveling up your spine and into your head. Peter’s senses haven’t keyed into them yet, and the shaking of the earth isn’t truly real, but it’s prominent to you. Hurriedly shutting your eyes, you ground yourself, crouching down to press your palms to the grass below. You can picture the energy of life all around you as it connects to the earth’s own. Here, yourself and Peter. Twenty yards away, more faintly from inside the facility, Dr. Banner and the others waiting inside. At the edge of the atmosphere, faintest of all, a huge cluster of energy, approaching fast.

“We’ve got incoming.”

Peter looks unconvinced. To be fair, you’ve been known to fake it on occasion to mess with him. He usually finds it pretty funny. Right now he seems a little hurt. “Quit playing games and just tell me the truth, okay?” He asks suddenly, “Why are you so against it? Don’t you wish we were closer?”

You feel bad avoiding the conversation, but since the imminent threat is very real and it’s Peter’s job to radio and warn the others over the comms while you continue to monitor, you don’t really have time for this. You can't exactly do it, considering your habit of shorting out the radio systems with your powers.

“Not kidding, Peter.”

“I’m kind of used to this trick by now, Y/N,” he sighs, “Please just be honest with me.”

The cluster of energy is still approaching. Another one appears just to the left of it. They’ve sent an extra squadron. There isn’t time to waste anymore. Peter Parker is more of a stubborn bastard than you could ever be, even if you’ve managed to avoid telling him the truth for this long. It’s a long time coming when you fold to his request.

“I’m in love with you and if we live together I’m going to have to look you in the eyes every day and accept the fact that you don’t love me back,” you blurt out, half humiliated and half urgent, “There’s two squadrons approaching at about two hundred and fifty miles away. Please tell the others now.”

You open your eyes for a fraction of a second. Peter is clearly taken off guard by this. His eyes are wide, mouth slack in his surprise. You level him with a look that says bigger issues right now, and shut your eyes again.

“Right then. We are screwed,” Peter admits, “That’s one more than we prepared for. Also, I’m in love with you.”

The astonished noise that jumps out of you makes him laugh. He starts jogging in the direction of the entrance to the building to meet the others where they’ll inevitably be coming out. Before lifting his mask to send out the warning though the comms, he turns back to call, “I’ll send you the apartment listing, yeah? Later? I’ll send it later. Hey, Karen-”

Luckily, you manage the Chitauri forces even with such a small group. The last member of their squadrons is torn apart from the inside as you urge the energy inside of it to expand, and green alien goo sprays across the front lawn. Your hud dings as soon as you lower your arms. An internet tab opens up on the right side of the screen, Pretty Bitch Parker appearing in the corner as the sender.

“It’s got nice lighting,” you yell over to him.

Across the way, Peter flashes you a grin and a thumbs up.

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lunar-winterlude · 5 years ago

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Decided to answer all the questions on this post

First things first, did you have a good year? YES for fuckign once

How old did you turn this year? 30

Do you feel your age? Yeah, when my knees and back start acting up

Did your appearance change in anyway? Got 3 tattoos and gave myself a horrible haircut. Might be changing a bit more next week (shifty eyes)

Post your favorite selfie. Shout-out to sarah.theory on instagram

If you traveled, where did you go? Visited @ofsuchchemistry but that was about it

Which fashion trends did you love? What is the fashion

Which fashion trends did you hate? The fact that a lot of 90s fashions have returned is bonkers to me

What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible? all the Gay Flannels™ that I accumulated this year

What song sums up this year for you? I wanna get better by the Bleachers. Because for once, I really fucking want that and I feel like things are actually getting better.

What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then? I don’t really listen to albums in their entirety, except for Joji

What was your favorite movie of the year? I only saw a few movies this year, and none of them stuck out as faves

Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year? Samira Wiley! I want to be her when I grow up

Favorite new TV show? My girlfriend got me into Wynnona Earp and Orange is the New Black

Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears? None? Haven’t been into fandom much this year

What food did you try for the first time? Indian! Again thanks to my girlfriend

Did you make any big permanent changes this year? the tattoos

What was one nice thing you did for someone else? Let my sister borrow my car a bunch before she finally got her own lol

What was one nice thing you did for yourself? Allowed myself some distance from the family, instead of trying to make them accept me

Did you develop a new obsession? the podcasts. all of them

Did you vote? ...no...

Did you move? yep

Did you get a job? Nah, still at the same ol’ place

Did you get a pet? Next year!

Do you regret not doing anything? I regret not getting a second job sooner

Do you regret doing something? of course

Have you done anything that scared you? Forced myself to go on a shitload of dates this past spring until I met my first girlfriend

Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days? Yep. Dealing with self-centered people. Not wasting my time with that anymore.

Did you lose anyone close to you? nah

Did you fall in love? yes :)

Did you fall out of love? nah

Did you start a new relationship? first one! :)

Did you go through a break up? nope

Did you have to cut ties to someone? I mean...basically, yeah

Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year? Can I just put “my girlfriend” for everything? She’s incredible, y’all. She’s musical, sarcastic, sweet, caring, and has an abundance of that badass top energy and an ego to match, if you know what I’m sayin’

Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year? the family. because homophobia

If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it? I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to reason with my fam about why it should be okay for me to kiss girls. Took way too much time for me to let go of their expectations for me.

What was the best moment of the year for you? My first kiss. That was a fucking phenomenal experience that I never dreamed would happen. All I can think of to describe it are clichés. World stopped, everything faded away, could’ve kissed her forever, etc.

What was the worst? Getting yelled at by my youngest brother, who thought it necessary to inform me that our relationship wouldn’t be the same anymore since I was gay. That was a real fun week, lemme tell you

Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t? My naive ass was still half-convinced that finding a partner would change me a lot, but turns out I’m still the same anxious mess! Still dealing with the same fears of abandonment and being overlooked! It’s just become a little bit easier to handle those fears now

Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did? I don’t know. Maybe working two jobs again? I’ve adjusted to functioning on less sleep, which was something I never thought possible. It turns out that working in retail is manageable when you’re getting actual emotional support

What are you most proud of accomplishing? uhhhhh...deadlifting 250 lbs, living alone again, and surviving 70 hour work weeks without dying

What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior? My anxiety plummets when I feel loved and secure. I’d thought I was doomed to fight with it for the rest of my life.

Did your opinion of anyone change for the better? ehhh, not that I can think of

Did your opinion of anyone change for worse? YES

If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year? well I had my first kiss lmao. also made big improvements with working out

If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year? Pay off lots of debt, afford therapy again, schedule more vacations, continue building a support system here in NC, compete in a powerlifting meet, read more, move to Durham, get a better job, make music and write again...

If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go this? take friends and gf to Asheville because I still haven’t been there and I desperately want to go

What do you wish for others for the coming year? I wish you’d get out there and try something new instead of complaining online about how you wish things were different

What do you wish for yourself? see the question above

#about me #2019 #long post #in case the read more doesn't work #guys i'm so excited for 2020 #but also terrified #like everything could come crashing down in a moment y'know #all i can do is enjoy this while it lasts

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disownedbytiime · 6 years ago

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Kotetsu Brothers by Mizusawa Nana

I bought the Touken Ranbu light novel “Novel & Illustration Anthology -Sakura-” and wanted to translate some chapters to practice my Japanese and English, but I guess it’s okay if I share the translations. I’m sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language and I’m still learning Japanese (and English I guess.)

If you can, support the artists by buying the novel/anthologies.

Kotetsu brothers Written by Mizusawa Nana Illustration by Furuya Moko

During the battle. They should’ve had the upper hand, but before they noticed, they were outnumbered.

“Nagasone-niichan, Hachisuka-niichan, what should we do? Because like you can see, more and more enemies keep coming.”

Sitting crosslegged on the back of a horse was Urashima Kotetsu who, as opposed to the situation at hand, asked with a bright voice.

Nagasone Kotetsu stroke his beard once and smiled at Urashima.

“It’s not a problem. If we three can break the forefront of the enemy, we can force our way out."

“Ehehe! Sounds right! Do you think the same, Hachisuka-niichan?

Even though he was being called dotingly by Urashima, Hachisuka Kotetsu kept his stern expression.

Skillfully handling his horse, he positioned himself in front of Urashima Kotetsu and stood face to face with Nagasone Kotetsu’s horse.

“…… We? Stop speaking so overconfidently in plural. You counterfeit.”

The younger brother Urashima Kotetsu protested against his usual cold words.

“Hachisuka-niichan, that’s not a good thing to say! Counterfeit or not, it doesn’t matter!”

“Not good. It’s an important fact.”

“Ah, my bad. It’s not exactly my intention to pretend to be your older brother. Just, I thought it was a good way to put an end to this situation. What do you want to do? If more time passes, it’ll become disadvantageous.”

Nagasone Kotetsu turned with a cold look.

Hachisuka Kotetsu brushed his long bangs out of his eyes, looking for signs of the enemies ahead.

“Of course, for Master I'll throw aside everything and cut down all the enemies. Let’s go!”

Hachisuka Kotetsu’s horse kicked his front legs in the air, neighing loudly and breaking into a run.

“Ah, wait, Hachisuka-niichan!”

“… Geez”

Urashima Kotetsu and Nagasone Kotetsu also spurred their horses on, starting the assault.

As he had declared, Hachisuka Kotetsu was cutting down enemy after enemy.

Dashing forward while his golden armor sparkled with the sunlight, he looked like a god of war.

Nagasone Kotetsu, who had been unconsciously watching the uchigatana cutting down enemies, was captivated by his fluid movements. Shaking his head, flustered, he focused his attention back to the battle. As a counterfeit, the only thing left to do is to prove his own power. Regardless of authenticity, that is enough to achieve a good outcome.

Because of that, he needs to defeat more enemies than anyone, faster than anyone.

While Nagasone Kotetsu was thinking about that, Hachisuka Kotetsu's horse squirmed to pass the uchigatana.

After cutting down around 10 enemies, the sharpness of the blade degraded, not being able to achieve the results he wanted.

“…… I give up…… the enemy’s blood dried up and it makes it difficult to keep cutting down…….”

For a moment, Nagasone Kotetsu withdrew from the front lines, pulled out his bamboo canteen, sprinkled water on his blade, and wiped it with his sleeve. The uchigatana stained in dark red returned to his previous radiant silver color.

“Alright, with this I can take 20 more enemies.”

Nagasone Kotetsu adjusted the position of his bade and pulled the reins to change the direction of his horse.

Then, he caught sight of an assassin sneaking up behind Urashima Kotetsu.

“Urashima! Look out!”

Rushing quickly, he slew the enemy with a lot of force.

“Sorry! I was caught off guard!”

“Are you alright, Urashima? If so then, I’m glad……. Hmm?”

However in the next instant, a horse ran into him with a lot of force, ungracefully throwing him off his horse.

“…… Damn! What’s this!? Reinforcements!?”

But there was no sign of an incoming attack from the enemy. Instead, golden armor fell into him.

“Hachisuka Kotetsu!?”

Nagasone Kotetsu ran up to him and held him up in his arms. It seemed like he passed out from the impact when he fell off his horse.

A long arrow pierced his shoulder. Instantly, red blood started to flow from the the wound.

"No way, you shielded me……?"

Considering Hachisuka Kotetsu’s trajectory, that's the only explanation.

"Idiot...... why this......"

Immediately, Nagasone Kotetsu lifted Hachisuka Kotetsu, and while thinking about this being his top priority, he urged his horse on.

"Haaa! Get out of my way! Nagasone Kotetsu, going in!”

When Hachisuka Kotetsu woke up from a long dream, the first thing he saw was the face of his dear younger brother, Urashima Kotetsu.

“Ah! You woke up! Hachisuka-niichan, do you know who I am?”

“…… Urashima…… What happened? Your eyes are red.”

“Of course they’re red! Hachisuka-niichan, you’ve been sleeping for two days, I was really worried!”

“Two days……? What happened with the battle?”

He turned around and realized he was in the repair room.

Hachisuka Kotetsu tried to get up quickly, but he was stopped by Urashima Kotetsu.

"Don't get up so suddenly! It was really bad because you were struck by two arrows. We won the battle, so it's okay. Master was also really worried, they came constantly to heal you.”

“Is that so? That's not amusing. That I, of all people, became unconscious in the battlefield, that’s……"

“It's not like that! By the way, Nagasone-niichan came here with me all the time. But, because he never slept, I forced him to return to his room. I will be in trouble in my two brothers collapse.”

“Nagasone did……?”

Hachisuka Kotetsu furrowed his brow, meanwhile another voice was heard.

“Really, you made us worry. And yet, why are you making that face right after you wake up?”

“…… Midare Toushirou. Why are you here?”

"Why, you say? Can't you tell from my appearance? I was nursing you too. How do I look? This white coat, I borrowed it from Yacchan. Are you curious about what's under it?”

By ‘Yacchan’ he meant Yagen Toushirou. Midare Toushirou showed the collar of his –slightly too big– white coat and opened it.

"No, not in the slightest.”

“Ehh. I thought I could make you wreak havoc with me.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Ah, how boring. But, well, it doesn't matter. Hacchan, aren't you gonna thank Nagacchan? Because it was really hard for him.”

By ‘Nagacchan’ he meant Nagasone Kotetsu.

“……Hard? What do you mean?”

“Hehe. Do you want to know?”

“No. I’ll rather hear it from Urashima. Urashima, what does he mean by that?”

“Ehhh. Whaat? That’s so mean!”

Midare Toushirou pouted, making it clear he was sulking.

"You know, our victory was a great success thanks to Nagasone-niichan. Besides, Nagasone-niichan carried you, Hachisuka-niichan.”

“…… That man?��

“Yes. The arrow barely missed your organs, so he gave you first aid in the middle of the battlefield. But because the vibration of the horses are intense, it was dangerous if it made your wounds open again. Besides, from here to that battlefield there were a lot of steep mountain roads, right? So he said it would be better if he carried you himself.”

“......All that distance? Doesn’t it take half a day to get there in a horse?”

Urashima Kotetsu smiled cheerfully.

“Yes! Plus, he was super careful when he was carrying you. That’s why your wound didn’t open again. ...... Isn’t that great, Hachisuka-niichan!”

Hachisuka seemed like he wanted to –reluctantly– say something, but he kept his mouth tightly shut.

“Geez. What a troublesome brother~. For two whole days, he kept watching over you from the corner of the room, always grumbling when he was nursing you. Why can’t you be more honest like Uchan?”

“Can the bystanders shut up?”

"You can't even be kind to such a cute nurse warrior like me. Master said that's what it's called a 'tsundere.'"

“…… ‘Tsundere’? What is that?”

"Who knows. Isn't it a stubborn person? Well, I'll go tell master.”

Midare Toushirou left the room with noisy footsteps.

"You know, Midare-chan came here all the time because he was worried about you. By the way, I’m really happy that you protected Nagasone-niichan."

“I was protecting you, Urashima. Not that man.”

Urashima Kotetsu stared at his brother with a troubled expression, but his usual bright expression returned when Hachisuka murmured again.

"...... But, I'll be sure to repay my debt, to Nagasone......"

#touken ranbu #Hachisuka Kotetsu #nagasone kotetsu #urashima kotetsu #midare toushirou #nagahachi #-it totally deserves that tag-#mine*#they really had to use the full names here... I wrote Kotetsu more times that I've done in my life....#translation*#scan*#sort of... its just one picture

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b-project · 6 years ago

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SSR Masunaga Kazuna [Hardworking] Card Stories

"In this house we love a talented and hardworking man. (♥_♥)” - Kei

Hardworking 01

Yuuta: Hey hey, you heard? Our most recent photo book was a big hit~!

Kazuna: Ahh, the photo book that had all the B-PRO members, right? Yashamaru-san said the sales were doing really well.

Haruhi: I heard from Yuzuki but looks like they were placed at a conspicuous place in the bookstore!

Kazuna: Lately, there have been a lot of informative programs featuring it as well. Thanks to that, people who didn’t know B-PRO before now have the chance to know more about us.

Haruhi: We challenged some slightly sexy shots as well and it looks like it was highly praised. It was worth the hard work~!

Yuuta: …I knew it! That was it! Massu, Haru!

Kazuna: Why you suddenly raise your voice?

Yuuta: Lately, haven’t you noticed the increase in work and individual activities compared to before? Doesn't that mean we are receiving a lot of attention right now! The photo book was the stepping-stone!

Kazuna: Yeah, now that you mention it.

Haruhi: I’m very happy that we’ve become busier, but lately there are some times where it’s hard to change mood between working and relaxing. Yuzuki also has become more absent minded; I’m a little worried…

Kazuna: Ahh, probably because he was a little tired. Due to working continuously, he must be on alert; I think it’s good to create some time to refresh.

Haruhi: Refresh… Do you have any recommendations?

Yuuta: Massu drinks herbal tea often! He exchanges information with Kenken.

Kazuna: That’s right. Herbal tea has a lot of benefits.

Haruhi: Really~! If possible can you please teach me how to brew it! I want to let Yuzuki drink it!

Kazuna: If you’re fine with me. …How does Yuuta refresh?

Yuuta: Refresh?~! Up until now, eating sweets with Ryu-chan was my refreshment, but he seems busy lately so we haven’t had the time to go.

Haruhi: Kitakore seems busy, right? Their new song has been doing well and I’ve been seeing them appearing on various music programs. Recently I met Kitakado-san who has been handling both Kitakore and individual activities and seems like hard work. But, it’s amazing that despite how busy he is he still gives his best performance on stage!

Kazuna: ……

Tsubasa: Excuse me. We would like to use the conference room here…Ah, Masunaga-san. Also, Yuuta-kun and Haruhi-kun.

Yuuta: Ah, Tsubasa-chan. Massu was in the conference room so we just…

Haruhi: Someone said that MooNs have a briefing session here, right? Then, we should probably leave soon!

Kazuna: No, I arrived too early so I’m glad the two to you were here.

Yuuta: Good luck with the briefing session~!

Kazuna: Yeah, thank you. Then, I’ll see you later.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Hardworking 02

Kazuna: Today’s briefing session is about our guest appearance, what kind of program is it?

Tsubasa: Yes, our next job is a variety program. We will go through the details during our briefing session, but it seems to be a very interesting program…

Kazuna: …Variety?

Tsubasa: Hmm, what’s wrong?

Kazuna: I thought it was an offer for a music program so… Ah, sorry. Don’t worry about it, regardless of what program it is I’m looking forward to it.

Tsubasa: (Because MooNs have a lot of people and everyone’s personalities are different, there are a lot of offers for variety, but as expected they want to appear on music programs…)

Mikado: I’m sorry, Leader! And, Tsubasa-san! Sorry to keep you waiting!

Hikaru: The road was really crowded~!

Tsubasa: There’s still time until the planned time so it’s fine.

Momotaro: …Except Leader was here much earlier than that. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Kazuna: No, I was able to talk to Yuuta and others so it’s fine.

Tsubasa: All right then, since everyone is here, let’s start. This time the variety program is about inviting artists from different fields to experience these special skills. These are the materials.

Mikado: For our appearance it’s about special effects makeup artists who are active around the world….right?

Tatsuhiro: Special effects makeup is the one where they use in movies and dramas, right? Does experiencing this skill mean someone is going to apply special effects makeup?

Hikaru: What is that, sounds fun!

Tsubasa: Yes. During the period of Halloween, zombies and fake-wounds makeup comes to mind.

Kazuna: Mine has “apply makeup on Hikaru”…written on it. For this, I think it would be better if I study a little beforehand, right?

Tsubasa: Ah, no, I don’t think that is necessary. During the recording, there will be a professional present to teach you.

Kazuna: I see. But, I’m still worried, so I might do some research.

Hikaru: I’ll help out, Leader! But how should we research this?

Momotaro: If I recall, this artist appeared on this interview program that is being broadcasted.

Mikado: As expected of Momotasu! In that case, shall we watch that show first?

Kazuna: That’s right, let’s decide on how we will research after we watched the show.

Tsubasa: (It wouldn’t be good if it becomes a burden, but as expected for him to voluntarily do some research.) If you need any help, please don’t hesitate to call out to me.

Kazuna: Thank you, Sumisora-san.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Hardworking 03

Artist: For special effects makeup, we first start with a life cast. Because this is alginate, we are able to form the shape as the plaster…

Tsubasa: (Life cast and alginate? Mhmm, seems difficult…)

Kazuna: This, what does life cast mean?

Artist: Ahh, it means to model the face shape.

Kazuna: I see. Then, why do first need to use alginate to model the shape?

Artist: To suddenly attach the plaster to the face is no good, so it’s necessary that we use something else to model the shape.

Hikaru: Ehh, the plaster is no good? It seems cooling and feels good.

Tatsuhiro: With it plastered to the face, how do you expect to breathe?

Mikado: Does Hikarun want to try?

Artist: Ahaha, but the mold modeling material in alginate causes it to harden in approximately 5 minutes.

Momotaro: That’s useful. Can I have a look at this so-called alginate?

Kazuna: I see, it becomes gelatin-like, right. For the people who are getting their face molded might feel slightly burdened.

Tsubasa: (Everyone said they did various research so that’s why they are able to precisely follow-up parts which are difficult to understand for people seeing it for the first time…)

Hikaru: Finally after the break we can challenge the fake-wounds makeup~!

Kazuna: Fufu, let’s do our best to paint some cool-looking wounds.

Hikaru: Yay~! I’m looking forward to it, Leader!

Mikado: Ah, over there isn’t that the director? Tsubasa-san looks like she’s calling out to them.

Kazuna: Then, we shall return to our waiting room first.

Director: No~ Thank you. Thanks to MooNs, the recording was definitely very lively. It was rumoured that everyone had studied beforehand.

Tsubasa: Rumours?

Director: I’ve heard that MooNs is very hardworking. We were right to anticipate Masunaga-kun and the others’ follow-ups. Then, I’m looking forward to the second half as well.

Tsubasa: Yes, thank you very much! (Masunaga-san was worried about this job so I’ll tell him this later. Oh? Thought Masunaga-san and the others returned to the waiting room, but their voices…)

TO BE CONTINUED.

Hardworking 04

Tsubasa: (Masunaga-san and the others were meant to be back in their waiting room but their voices… Isn’t this the artist’s voice?)

Artist: Thank you for the follow-ups just then. It was my first time on variety so I didn’t know how to explain things better…

Kazuna: You’re welcome.

Artist: Especially Masunaga-san’s explanation really helped me out there. You seize the opportunity to explain, but even the follow-up for me was easy… By any chance, are you knowledgeable when it comes to special effects makeup?

Mikado: Just for today, Leader did several studies on special effects makeup.

Momotaro: Ahh. Books were a given. He also checked out any other possible works that involved you.

Kazuna: Both of you, that was…

Artist: Was that so! You went out of your way just for today… I’m so thankful! Even if it was for work, there aren’t that many idols that will go that far to prepare beforehand…. But, wasn’t it tedious looking it all up?

Kazuna: No, I thought the more I studied the deeper I found this field to be. After this you will teach us the actual application of makeup so I’m really looking forward to it. Please take care of us.

Artist: Likewise! Then, I’ll see you later.

Hikaru: Ah, Tsubasa-chan. Could it is that you saw what happened just then? Leader got praised~!

Tsubasa: Sorry, I didn't mean to peep… But, I’m glad.

Kazuna: Somehow this is making me embarrassed. That aside, did the talk with Director go all right?

Tsubasa: (Masunaga-san looks somewhat cheerful… I don’t think it’s necessary to tell him what Director said just then.) Ahh, that… was just confirming some things.

Kazuna: I see. In that case I’m glad.

Hikaru: I’m feeling somewhat hungry~ Okay, let’s hurry up and return to waiting room. Need something to eat!

Tatsuhiro: Don’t eat too much.

Momotaro: If your body changes during first and second half of recording, then I guess that is special effects makeup, right?

Hikaru: Ehhh?! I’m not going to eat that much~!

TO BE CONTINUED.

Hardworking 05

Kazuna: I’m feeling a little nervous since today’s recording is just myself…

Tsubasa: The Director is the same as the other day so the usual Masunaga-san will be fine.

Kazuna: Ahh, he praised MooNs, right? When I heard it from Sumisora-san I was very happy.

Tsubasa: Indeed, after the recording the artist came to express his gratitude again.

Kazuna: That’s right. Also, everyone in MooNs got invited to the advanced screening for a movie which that person was involved in.

Tsubasa: Ehh, is that so?

Kazuna: There were some conflicts in our schedules so only I was able to attend but it was very interesting. After studying special effects makeup, I notice my view has changed from before.

Tsubasa: Fufu, somehow Masunaga-san is making an expression showing no doubts.

Kazuna: Eh, is that so?

Tsubasa: Before the recording you were making a long face so I was worried but now I’m relieved.

Kazuna: …Aah, compared to that time I think I was a little impatient. We are ourselves and MooNs have traits only we have. Also, we wanted to be acknowledged for that… and I lost sight of that. Without being rash, if we just politely focus on the work on hand one by one then our next job will come naturally.

Tsubasa: Yes. I think the fact that we were called out for today’s recording is proof. The director thinks highly of Masunaga-san and is very interested as well.

Kazuna: I have to live up to those expectations. However, after the advanced screening I thought the special effects makeup was really amazing. If there is an opportunity I want to try it, too.

Tsubasa: Ah, it’s different to special effects makeup, but this time it has been decided that we will be Kyoto’s sightseeing models so there are plans for face painting.

Kazuna: Well, we will be wearing youkai (spirits in Japanese folktale) costumes. That reminds me, I think I am a fox spirit but I wonder what kind of paint will be used?

Tsubasa: I’m sure Masunaga-san’s fox spirit will definitely be wonderful.

Kazuna: You think so? ……Maybe I’ll be able to deceive Sumisora-san. ……Fufu, just kidding.

Tsubasa: (Masunaga-san has a good expression. Such that this smile can be delivered to all the fans and Kyoto, I am going to give my best to support him.)

THE END.

#b project #bpro #Masunaga Kazuna #MooNs #kei translates #sekimura mikado #onzai momotaro #osari hikaru #nome tatsuhiro #ashu yuuta #teramitsu haruhi

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monstersdownthepath · 6 years ago

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Spiritual Spotlight: Nivi Rhombodazzle, the Grey Polychrome

True Neutral Demigoddess of Gems, Stealth, and Gambling

Domains: Community, Earth, Luck, Trickery Subdomains: Caves, Deception, Fate, Thievery

Faiths of Golarion, pg. 47~51

Obedience: Engage in a game of chance in which gems, money, or objects of value equaling or exceeding 10gp are at stake. Offer a prayer to Nivi Rhombodazzle out loud just before the wager begins (before the dice are thrown, the cards are drawn, the wheel is spun, etc). If there is no one else to wager against, make a bet against yourself on Nivi’s behalf, setting aside the winnings as an offering to her should she ‘win.’ In either case, afterwords, spend the remaining time in private reveling in the thrill of chance and steeling yourself for the moment when fate will turn against you. Benefit: Gain a +4 sacred or profane bonus to Bluff and Sleight of Hand checks. The type of bonus depends on your alignment; if you are neither good nor evil, you must choose whether it is a sacred or profane bonus when you first perform this Obedience and cannot be changed after.

Much like Cayden Cailean, keeping Nivi’s faith on the down-low is more or less impossible. Thankfully, her faith is accepted (or at least tolerated) in more or less any settlement, aside perhaps in those where gambling is viewed with scorn.

This Obedience may at first seem like it’s difficult to do consistently because after all, you stand to lose 10gp every day! But note that it says that 10gp must be at stake, not that you, personally, must have contributed to the prize. If ten other people each donate 1gp and you toss in a single copper (or a button that looks like a copper in the right light and when not examined too closely), the thing still counts for your Obedience. You don’t have to spend a silver, you just have to be part of the wager.

Also note that this Obedience can very well apply to things like a party deciding who gets to carry the Cursed Artifact Of Horrible Death (certainly worth more than 10gp) for the day, though you CAN’T use it if someone’s spinning a chore wheel. Your labor may certainly be worth more than 10gp, but her Obedience demands that material goods be at stake.

Also, there’s nothing saying that you can’t simply give items back once you’ve ‘won’ them, or that other winners can’t give their ill-gotten gains back to their rightful owners. The alternative Obedience requiring you to bet against yourself also doesn’t say you need to donate or otherwise lose Nivi’s winnings, so you can just pocket them once more at the end. Nivi might look down on that, though--despite her penchant for gambling, she does not tolerate actual cheating--so do that carefully.

That benefit is pretty good, though. Bluff is a very valuable skill for moments where Diplomacy can’t be used, and though Sleight of Hand is much rarer, the moments where you NEED to use it will make you thankful you have the bonus.

Boons are gathered slowly, typically obtained when a given character has 12, 16, and 20 hit dice. Unlike fiend-worshipers, servants of the Eldest, and devoted of the Empyreal Lords, characters worshiping Neutral gods do not seem to have catch-all classes (though I could very well have just missed it)… but Neutral-aligned characters can enter the Evangelist, Sentinel, and Exalted Prestige Classes earlier than Evil characters, classing in as early as level 6 (they need +5 BAB, 5 ranks in a single skill, or the ability to cast lvl 3 spells); entered ASAP, one can gain the Boons at levels 8, 11, and 14.

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EVANGELIST

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Boon 1: Gambler’s Essentials. Gain True Strike 3/day, Augury 2/day, or Haste 1/day.

I love this ability’s name. Not above steering luck in her own favor (NOT cheating!), Nivi grants her followers the same blessing. 3/day True Strike is fairly decent, though as your levels climb, you may find it more and more difficult to justify giving up a round of actions in order to assure your next attack strikes. Augury I’ll usually never take even as a spell-like; it takes too long to cast, and knowing the future may cause it to change.

Besides, those two options are stacked up against Haste. They never really had a chance. Unless you desperately need a fortune told, Haste is always, ALWAYS the way to go every time it appears as a potential Boon.

Boon 2: Gambler’s Egress. 3/day as a swift action, you may cast Litany of Escape as a spell-like ability targeting yourself or an ally.

I had no idea Litany of Escape existed until doing this article. For those not in the know, it’s a Close-range (25ft + 5ft/level) spell that can be used on a willing creature (and yourself, which is a Gambler’s Egress-only blessing) to instantaneously pop them out of a grapple or a pin, and teleport them 10ft in any direction while getting them to their feet.

I know a lot of times I’ll say that an ability is invaluable or that it will save your life, but it goes without saying that instantly breaking a grapple regardless of how skilled the grappler is while also giving your friend 10ft of breathing room can stop an encounter from immediately ending. Even if you’re not in direct combat, this spell renders the old “knife to the throat” hostage situations a non-issue and keeps you from being kidnapped by some stealthy, grabby enemy. Normally, the litany is limited by its need for verbal and somatic components (difficult to use while grappled), but as a spell-like, it uses no components.

AND it’s a swift action! So not only can you squeeze out of a Purple Worm’s mouth, but you can then blast it/slash it/run screaming in the same round! I also appreciate the fact Nivi is generous enough to let her followers use this power three times a day.

Boon 3: Gambler’s Prayer. 3/day as a standard action, you may make a wager against Nivi Rhombodazzle. This wager manifests as a Wondrous Effect generated by a Rod of Wonder, which can be aimed towards a target up to 60ft away provided the effect does not affect the wielder. If the 88-90 result is rolled, the gemstones fired are blessed by Nivi and each successful strike deals additional damage equal to your Charisma modifier (min +0).

It’s important that you know what a Rod of Wonder is so I’m linking it twice. These weird and wacky items can do everything from provide cover via a cloud of butterflies to instantly turning the victim to stone, to reducing the wielder by two entire size categories, to simply blasting someone with a Fireball. This is one ability that actually gets endlessly weirder to use depending on if your DM uses variant Wondrous Effect tables, which I highly encourage when using this power.

I adore this ability! Though how useful it actually as obviously depends heavily on how lucky you’re feeling. Fitting for someone worshiping a goddess who embodies the rush of a wager! But less practical for an adventurer who wants a situation handled, especially once you realize that the save DCs for the Wondrous Effects are pitifully low by the time you get this power (a blessing in disguise, as it reduces the chance of you getting screwed over). If nothing else, it makes for a great distraction, a good party trick, and a good trick to pull out when you just want to make things more interesting.

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EXALTED

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Boon 1: Faithful’s Fortune. Gain Bless 3/day, Misdirection 2/day, or Heroism 1/day.

Ehhh, not a lot here, really. Bless and Heroism are nice, though I’d lean more towards Bless; giving everyone a weak boost is usually better than giving one person a better buff, Heroism is obviously better if you have someone on you side who’s consistently making full-attacks, or someone you expect to be in the thick of it, so it’s a tossup about whether it or Bless is better to take each day.

Misdirection is a cute spell, but unlikely to come in handy unless you really need to hide information about yourself or another. It’s the niche spell in this lineup, one you’re unlikely to need, but will be happy to have when you do.

Boon 2: Gemstone Guardian. 1/day as a standard action, you can summon a Huge Earth Elemental. You gain 100ft of telepathy to commune with the Elemental, and it follows your commands perfectly for 1 minute/Hit Dice before vanishing back into the Plane of Earth. This called Elemental will never obey a command that would make it cause direct harm to a gnome or svirfneblin, though it can be commanded to grapple or otherwise restrain such a creature.

A Huge Earth Elemental is a CR 7 beatstick, undecorated and plain in stats but resilient and obedient. They possess a 15ft reach and two slam attacks which deal 2d8+9 damage. Nothing particularly special, another body on the field, but they do ALSO have the very interesting Earth Glide.

Earth Glide allows the Elemental to pass through anything short of solid metal while burrowing, making it an amazing scout despite its immense size. Earth Glide technically allows it to pass through even worked stone, allowing it to weave easily through stone fortifications protecting an enemy camp, a dungeon, or a castle, so long as it’s not reinforced with metal or wood. With 100ft of telepathy between the two of you, an Earth Elemental can easily report everything it sees to you, and even crossing out of that distance doesn’t mean they instantly die. They can come back and report on what they saw.

Note that the first time you use this to your advantage, it’s likely the DM didn’t forsee it. The second and beyond? Awfully weird how enemy vaults and bedchambers are so often lined with lead nowadays, eh?

That being said, having a bruiser big enough for you to hide behind is still decent, even though it becomes less useful as your level climbs.

Boon 3: Seven-Pipped Gem. As an immediate action, you can gain a luck bonus on any single d20 roll equal to half your total HD. You may use this ability after you’ve rolled, but you must use it before the result of the roll is declared. If you use this ability on a Sleight of Hand roll, or a roll pertaining to a game of chance, the luck bonus is equal to your total HD instead. You can safely use this ability a number of times per day equal to your Charisma modifier (min 1), but if you have no daily uses of this ability left, you may still invoke it. Doing so results in a 50% chance that your luck bonus becomes a penalty instead.

Any d20 roll. Any. Skill check, ability check, attack roll, saving throw, weapon damage roll with a ridiculous weapon, random chance rolls on specific weird abilities, death rolls... It’s really astounding how many d20 rolls a single player character makes in one session, isn’t it? And you, servant of Nivi, can get a preposterously huge luck bonus to any of them. Getting +4 to any roll is an amazing ability, and getting +6 is astonishing. You, at minimum, get +7 (fittingly enough), which rises all the way to +10 at level 20.

And if you’re doing some cute Sleight of Hand trick or dealing cards? +20.

Even at 1/day, the ability to get +7 and up to any single d20 roll is... Not particularly incredible compared to most final Boons, I’ll admit, but as your Charisma modifier rises, this ability goes from ‘useful’ to ‘outrageous.’ 2/day? 3/day? 4/day if you’re a Swashbuckler or Charisma-based caster? You basically become untouchable.

And, of course, if you’re feeling daring, there’s the chance of using this ability as often as you feel like in order to try and succeed. At a certain point, like with attack rolls and saving throws, there’s very little reason not to, because if you fail you’ve already failed and things can’t get any worse. But if that +7 would let you just squeak by? Go for it! If you’re going to die, you might as well try, right?

Just note that, because it’s an immediate action, you can only use it 1/round... And that a DM may take abuse of this ability as a signal they need to be harsher on your failures. Maybe you take a swing at a monster with 20 AC and roll a 13. You’ve already missed, right? So might as well try and use the Seven-Pipped Gem to succe--oh you got a penalty instead. Oh well, not like you lost anything! Unless the DM decides that your foul luck caused your weapon to slip from your hands, opening you up to an Attack of Opportunity...

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SENTINEL

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Boon 1: Communal Combatant. Divine Favor 3/day, Shield Other 2/day, or Prayer 1/day.

Back in Milani’s article, I discussed both Divine Favor (Exalted) and Shield Other (Sentinel), so just pop over there and give them a look if you need a refresher! Favor is a lot more useful for the traditionally-martial Sentinel than it was for the typically-caster Exalted, so it’s a pleasure to see here! Its power rises with your level, up to +3 to attack and damage rolls, and while its spell form quickly falls off in usefulness, its spell-like form is much more flexible. Its 1 minute duration will last likely an entire combat with some time left over (meaning you should slap it on the moment you detect trouble), and it’s always nice to have.

Shield Other is typically nicer to have, though. Granting your allies expanded durability is always good, and your own (presumably) fat HP bar buffering your fragile but more blaster-y friends will keep them from being downed the moment they’re focused.

Prayer is... Actually really good? It’s a very small bonus, but it applies to everyone in a 40ft burst, works on more or less every roll they make, and penalizes enemies at the same time. That’s a +2 swing in your favor, and it offers no saving throw. It won’t change the course of an entire combat, but it’ll certainly make everything run a little more smoothly. All three of these options are actually really good! It just depends on what your party needs, really.

Boon 2: Stone Strikes. 1/round as a free action when successfully striking an enemy with any weapon in the hammer weapons group, or any weapon with “gnome” in its name, you may attempt a sunder combat maneuver check against any one weapon or piece of armor your target is wielding/wearing. You get a +2 competence bonus to this check for each size category above yours your enemy is.

First thing’s first: Note that there’s no daily limit to how many times you can use this power. There’s really, really no reason NOT to use this ability, beyond wanting to steal your enemy’s equipment for yourself, because even failing your check doesn’t cost you anything but a bit of extra time from rolling the dice. Going for a sunder build can see enemies peeled right out of their armor or robbed of their weapons in short order, though it should be noted that this ability doesn’t state that your sunder attempt doesn’t provoke an Attack of Opportunity. Easy enough to overcome with a single feat (Improved Sunder), and building your character with this ability in mind can make for a very, very fun but very, very frustrating (for the DM) character.

Note that sunder attempts take the object’s hardness into account, though. Without powerful magic weapons, you’ll likely only be hitting for 2 or 3 damage at a time. For enemies with unenchanted gear, this is often enough (a typical weapon has around 5 HP), but enchanting them boosts both their hardness and their HP, making actually shattering them extremely difficult to do. You can, at least, give them the broken condition relatively easily.

And, again, since you can do this for free on any successful attack, there’s really nothing stopping you from just tacking it on every single round until your enemy’s breastplate or longsword lays in a thousand pieces. I do like the touch that you’re better at breaking things that are bigger than you, though, which means you’re actually encouraged to get into a giant’s threat radius for once.

Boon 3: Strength of the Earth. As a free action, you may enter a specialized defensive stance. In this stance, you gain a +2 dodge bonus to AC, a +4 morale bonus to Strength and Constitution (which causes you to gain +2 HP per HD you possess), and a +2 morale bonus to Will saves. In this stance, you cannot willingly move from your current position, or the stance ends (it is NOT ended if you are forcibly moved by an enemy). You cannot enter this stance while raging. You may maintain this stance for a number of rounds per day equal to 4 + your Constitution modifier, plus an additional 2 rounds per day for each Sentinel level you possess. Breaking or being broken from your stance fatigues you for 2 rounds for ever 1 round you maintained it (min 2), and while fatigued from this ability, you may use your Stone Strike ability 1/round against an enemy that strikes you in melee.

Hmmm... You know, on paper this looks good, but against any enemy that doesn’t actually want to fight you, this ability is defeated simply by walking away. Not a fan of that, unless you’re wielding a compound bow (or any ranged weapon, but a compound bow lets you use the extra +4 Str), in which case you’ve just become a shielded artillery platform.

I’m just really not impressed with this power, despite that. I am aware that most combats in Pathfinder tend to devolve into “standing next to the enemy and pushing the Attack Button,” but against enemies that DON’T want to stand next to you and attack away, like, say, around 60% of the classes in the game, this power translates to turning yourself into a Do Not Cross barrier. There’s a LOT of interesting things you could do with this ability, especially if you had a reach or ranged weapon, but, again, all an enemy has to do against you is walk away. If you break out of the stance to reposition, you get fatigued, and any enemy worth their salt will attack you at that point. They’ll probably lose their weapons for doing so, but being fatigued is painful nonetheless.

... All that being said, though, there’s a great many enemies who simply won’t recognize the fact you’ve just taken on your defensive stance, and will continue to stand next to you and attack without realizing why their strikes are being deflected more and more often, and without realizing that you’ve just gained +2 HP per HD and that you’re suddenly hitting much harder and much more often.

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[start of Log 094]

This is a guide on... how to, magically... pizza, this is

“Log 094: The Magic”

What am I saying? That’s not what this should be... Eh! Let’s try this again...

Dear video log... dear video log, I’d like to document the... what? ...... *annoyed sigh* ehhh fine!

Log 094: The Magic

I keep it that way... I just want to make this short ramble about, magic!

Today I baked a pizza with my mind, and really, this is a big achievement. You know, Inkwell energy patterns are almost incomprehensible! Do you have any idea how hard it is to do magic here, huh? It’s a necessity to sense and know exactly what I do or there will be undesired consequences... *quietly and quickly said* and apparently I still blew it in the end even when I had a decent idea... Well, let’s start by saying this! The day I arrived at this new universe, this Inkwell place, it was the WORST! I lost the physical form I was used to because of a supposedly common Lapse, I tell you these Lapses had done worse... I got off lucky but still I felt it, this universe hated my guts, I’m furry, I look like I am supposed to be a cat, this form looked stranger the more you looked at it!!

So, how am I finally able to bake this pizza with magic? I came a long, long way.

This... magic, it’s a normal part of me that I am used to and comfortable with, like my arms, or my legs, it’s something, so, so familiar, something I don’t usually take notice in, but when it’s gone or out of order all of a sudden, I’d feel that nothing is right. The first few days in Inkwell I can’t use magic at all, curse you universe! Firstly I though of it as just an Energy-Conflict which will eventually smoothen out, but looking back I think that was not the only cause, anyhow... I told you, this universe is the worst! It’s NOT welcoming especially if it decides to disrupts my magic. I got very worried! I would have never gotten used to Inkwell, if not for how Dice taught me this simple method of somewhat regaining my magical abilities.

I would begin with an object, a medium, not specifically a wand it can actually be anything from this universe, just something to take hold of and focus on. *lowers voice* Psst, wands are cool, I was just nervous when Dice presented me a vase as target practice and told me to try and blast it, possible failure hurts my massive ego then, so me not wanting a wand was a lame excuse... and I just realized now as I am recording this log that Dice probably knew for certain I was someone that would pull this excuse five days after we’ve met... but I don’t regret it because now I have an awesome trident made with love. This sounds so ridiculous but it actually works, I started by thinking about hitting the vase, making a wild guess of how it should be done, then I poked on and altered the energy patterns I could map out with the trident according to my guesswork, and... I destroyed the vase, and the wall, and the woods, and some random hill site beyond the woods; fun fact, the hole I made then is now the cave for our casino.

And so for a long time I used the trident, for all sorts of stuff. To be honest if I were to bake this pizza with the help of the trident it would be much easier, I’m very used to the trident by now. The reason I wanted to go without it today was because I wanted more of a challenge.

John and James are jerks! So I was heating this pizza for Dice, eh the way John said all of a sudden, *exaggerated impersonation* “don’t push yourself too far, you know Mr. King Dice accepts you for who you are, even if you can’t bake this pizza the way you’d like to” HAHAHAHAHA what do you mean by pushing myself... TOO FAR, heh?!! ... typical John made something soothing sound so miserable once again by choosing the most inappropriate moment to squeeze it in!!! This is almost magic itself!

Me repeatedly shouting “PIZZA” was actually not baking it. Probably because I don’t use spell words, different types of spoken spells combined with some awkward body movement like *moves around to give examples in background* “abracadabra”, “wingardium leviosa”, or in this case, “PIZZA PIZZA PIZZA!” Eh... spoken spells have their own pros and cons, for me pros usually being fewer than cons, now it’s confirmed. Though shouting “PIZZA” was not at all a useless move. Guess Dice meant for me to get the stress and rush out of my system as I shouted “pizza pizza pizza” first rather than doing the baking.

Oh yeah, through much hardship and Dice’s step to step coaching plus encouragement, this one day I FINALLY moved on to this new level... Just two weeks before I am finally able to shoot fire out of my fingers without the help of the trident. It would have been way cooler if I could actually breathe fire before in Sugarland, but that’s another story entirely... Because it took so long and was so hard for my foreign self to calibrate according to the Inkwell environment, I lost it. That day I could light our stove, I screamed, then ran around lighting every inch of my way.

Not one word could get to me! I almost burnt the casino down to the ground if I wasn’t stopped by force HHHHH good times...

Blasting stuff with fire... all that out of the way, I concentrated on that pizza. John is effecting my level of concentration just by standing there so first I made him leave. Deep breath, center myself, energize, bake it well, and...

That pizza was unbelievably efficiently done, the first perfect pizza that came out of my hands, there was not a single glimmer, not a single spark no nothing, just the perfectly evenly baked pizza, which was gone in a flash, a literal flash... I blew it!

EHH!!! Isn’t it always supposed to be... I mean when you harness some energy from your emotions... the more your feelings build, the stronger your magic gets? Here’s my question now, why, does crushing on someone screw things up instead... *blush* uh I hope Dice skips this crappy entry entirely this is embarrassing to look at! Perhaps such a sudden, unpredicted blast of emotions is always too much to handle no matter who you are.

I ended up making lasagna in the end, BY HAND...... Sometimes I wonder why I don’t just ask Dice to whip something up for me instead... I mean science something up instead of me pathetic attempt of making magic here in Inkwell. His techie stuff, like this video log, and the trident I keep with me almost all the time, covers more than what I can do with my, *sigh* Inkwell-restricted magic anyway.

Oh right, I suppose learning to harmonize with a universe right from the minute you get there is the real idea behind my magic training...

Hey thankfully I didn’t persist on “the guide to pizza” as the title, because you end up with Lasagna instead, completely off topic!

*suddenly busting in* “How was you lasagna “Boss”?”

“Aye! I’m busy!! Make your own logs John so you have something to...” *cut off*

[End of Log 094]

I decided to make this look like an unstructured video diary thing, Devil didn’t explain every magical terminology/concept, because when one is born with magic they tend to forget there are those whom don’t know as much about magic as they do, besides there is also going to be communication obstacles if there is a difference in terms

Refer to thejiaqiverse to see Devil’s intentionally very-average-by-design human form, keep an eye out if you are also a fan of Detroit: Become Human

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