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rottenpumpkin13 · 7 months ago

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Ello!!! Hope it’s been a lovely day, my friendo! 💕 I can say mine has been made 10x better after reading your “Sephiroth turns invisible” prank 😂❤️ Another golden post by the Pumpkin master! (´∩｡^ᵕ^｡∩`) ♡ Anywho, in light of how much I adored that post, I’ve been inspired to pose a similar ask!! *deep breath* Here goes:

For another prank, as the last one didn’t work out so well (or it can be disconnected all together), Zack decides to pretend that Sephiroth is very much visible, very much there, except everyone pretends that they don’t know who he is. Angeal pretends like he’s meeting Seph for the first time, as do Genesis and Zack; even Cloud wants to join in on the fun/pretends he doesn’t recognize his hero. What they think is a harmless joke to give Seph a break from his fame turns into something rather distressing for the poor man, until he ultimately just breaks down under the crushing illusion that he lost his treasured friends forever. Only then do the gang break the act <33

Really craving some Pumpkin-flavored angst/fuff!! There ain’t anyone who can deliver it quite like you can!!!

Ughhh I owe you Cloud content ˙◠˙ I forgot to include him in this one fhfhfhfh forgive me Pichu 😭💛🖤 But at the same time you owe me tissues for both the brilliant one-shot you write with the prompt I asked you about and the emotional damage this insanely good prompt caused me (seriously, I had to hold back tears because I was in public and didn't want to seem like a lunatic asdfghjk). Enjoy the angst!

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Jokes were supposed to be funny, that much he knew. Sephiroth recalled a time when he was utterly floored by Glenn’s claim of “getting his nose” after pinching his lightly between two fingers. After he had been confused, the older SOLDIER explained that it was a joke—although Sephiroth was not amused by the concept of stealing one’s nose.

Another instance, during the initial stages of their friendship, involved Angeal's determined endeavor to coax more smiles out of Sephiroth. This pursuit took the form of a barrage of jokes, some of which sailed right over Sephiroth's head at first. "What do you call a fake noodle?" Angeal asked him one day, the inquiry that left the younger SOLDIER utterly flummoxed.

"I'm not certain there's a designated term for—"

"An im-pasta," Angeal interjected, flashing a wide grin.

Angeal then found himself investing the next two minutes in a patient explanation of the joke to Sephiroth, who had mistakenly interpreted the term "im-pasta" as the actual designation for fake noodles. Though he did understand one thing straight away: jokes weren’t meant to hurt you.

It all began one morning when Sephiroth went looking for them. Angeal was nowhere to be seen around the training room or his office, a fact that piqued Sephiroth's curiosity since he knew Angeal didn't have any missions scheduled for that morning. Likewise, Genesis was conspicuously absent from the public archives, his office, and even the break room, his usual spots. Just as Sephiroth was contemplating checking for Genesis at his apartment, he finally caught sight of the duo.

They were near the data room, engaged in lively conversation and laughs.. It was a scene that never failed to warm Sephiroth's heart, for his friendships were the only true source of joy in his otherwise mundane days. He approached eagerly, ready to share the news of beating his personal record in the training simulator.

But then the laughter stopped, and the air immediately soured with a hint of awkwardness as they both looked at him, confused, before turning back to each.. “Do we know you?” Genesis asked, followed by Angeal’s “I don’t think we do.”

Sephiroth paused, confused. “What do you mean?”

His friends provided no answers as they merely looked at each other, laughed, and walked away.

Sephiroth stood there, alone and confused, as a thread of understanding began to weave its way into his mind. He realized why Genesis and Angeal had seemingly disregarded him: he must have done something to upset them.

The remainder of the day was spent pondering over the possible words or actions that could have soured their view toward him. Had he been too harsh on Angeal while correcting his footwork? Perhaps he had been too exhausted from his latest mission to give Genesis the attention he deserved when discussing the new Loveless play he had been invited to critique.

Eventually, after a day filled with distraction and a multitude of potential scenarios swirling in his mind, Sephiroth decided to confront the issue head-on. He found them in the mess hall that evening, seated at their usual table, the aroma of food wafting through the air stirring his neglected appetite and reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since yesterday.

Approaching them, Sephiroth didn't even attempt to take a seat, uncertain if his presence would be welcomed. "What have I done to upset you?"

The response felt like a punch to the gut. They exchanged a glance before fixing their gazes back on Sephiroth. "Sorry," Genesis shrugged, his expression showing a hint of a smile. "We don’t know you."

Sephiroth walked away, his heart heavy. Not only had he upset them, but he had seemingly committed an unforgivable act, risking the loss of his closest friends. He couldn't bear the thought of losing them; his friendships were the very essence that kept him going each morning, the reason that infused life into every waking moment. What had he done to squander it?

That night, sleep eluded him, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach went unnoticed as he lay awake in bed, tossing and turning, replaying every single interaction he'd had with them over the past week. As the clock struck 5 AM, he hurried down to the mess hall once more, determined to seek answers.

Spotting Zack heading in for breakfast, Sephiroth swiftly intercepted him, pulling the younger SOLDIER aside with urgency. "Has Angeal mentioned anything to you about what I've done to upset him and Genesis?" he inquired, his tone clearly displaying the desperation he felt.

Zack's eyes widened, and for a brief moment, Sephiroth thought he detected a hint of amusement.. "I'm sorry," Zack replied, "Who are you again?"

Sephiroth refrained from attempting to approach them again that day, whether it was Angeal, Genesis, or Zack. He had committed some unfathomable wrongdoing, and the guilt gnawed at him like teeth biting down deeper and deeper into his skin. It was exacerbated by his inability to recall what he had done. He had squandered the one good thing in his life.

Then, at once, the reason for why they were upset with him came to mind. And it made so much sense. He hastily gathered his thoughts and made his way towards Angeal's office that evening, the usual meeting place for the four of them at the end of the day.

He didn't bother with the formality of knocking—after all, could he possibly worsen their anger towards him? Sephiroth pushed open the door, coming face-to-face with the startled expressions that greeted him. Genesis dropped the book he had been reading into his lap, his mouth agape.

Zack, who had been perched on Angeal's desk, leaped to his feet, his expression a mixture of concern and alarm. Angeal nearly choked on the water he had been drinking. "Seph, have you been crying!?"

"I understand why you're upset with me," Sephiroth began, his voice trembling. "It's because I declined the offer to go see a movie with you all last weekend, isn't it?" His words caught in his throat as tears threatened to overwhelm him. "I'm sorry," he choked out, gasping for air. "I didn't mean to show disinterest in spending time with you, but I was completely depleted after enduring an exhaustive examination session with Professor Hojo throughout the day."

Pausing briefly to compose himself, Sephiroth was oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as he continued, his voice cracking. "I couldn't focus on anything, and I was feeling utterly drained, but I should have made the effort to be there with you all. I understand how you might feel that I didn't care for our friendship," He sniffed, "but I assure you, I do. I understand if you never wish to speak to me again—”

Angeal enveloped him in a hug before Sephiroth could utter another word, the warmth of the embrace causing him to surrender to his emotions completely. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face in Angeal's neck, his sobs muffled but very much audible to the other two people in the room, who looked at each other, stunned.

"Sephiroth, it was just a joke," Angeal exclaimed, his tone tinged with exasperation. "We thought you knew."

"We never imagined it would upset you like this," Genesis interjected, joining the embrace from behind and wrapping his arms around Sephiroth. "Sure, we expected you to be a bit annoyed, but we never anticipated this level reaction!"

Feeling Zack's hand rest gently on his shoulder, Sephiroth looked up, meeting his friend's gaze. "We're not angry with you,” Zack’s voice shook, his eyes wide. “We never were, and I don't think I could ever be!" Zack gripped his shoulder tighter. "We–we had no idea this joke was hurting you. If we had known, we never would have gone through with it!"

“Never,” Angeal added.

“But,” Sephiroth sniffed, blinking the tears from his eyes, “You Weren't speaking to me, so I thought—”

"Seph, look at me," Genesis gently turned Sephiroth to face him, tenderly wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks, his own eyes glistening with tears of his own. "We were just playing a prank on you, we thought it would be a harmless joke, something we'd all laugh about. We were never angry with you, and I'm truly sorry for how much this has distressed you."

Sephiroth glanced away, his voice small. "You're not angry?"

"No, Sephiroth, no!" Zack's voice cut in, his own tears mirroring Sephiroth's. "I'm so sorry," he sniffled, enveloping them all in a tight embrace.

"Me too," Angeal added, his arms pulling Zack into the hug. "We promise we won't ever pull a prank like this again. We should have realized it could hurt you."

"Can you forgive us?" Genesis asked.

Sephiroth felt himself deflate, his tension dissipating as he melted into the embrace. "But I'm not angry," he murmured. "I just wanted to understand."

Lazard was on his way to deliver some papers to Angeal when he paused outside his office door, his attention drawn by a commotion sounding from the other side. Concerned, he hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

What was on the other side made him do a double-take. Sephiroth sat on the floor, flanked by Zack, Angeal, and Genesis, all four of them huddled together on the ground, sobbing as they clung to one another. Lazard was almost tempted to ask if someone had died, almost.

“What a strange bunch,” Lazard muttered, shaking his head and closing the door.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #crisis core #writing

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sondheim-girly · 6 months ago

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ok so my Tony’s thoughts:

-the outsiders deserved best sound design and lighting omg so happy

-so happy that Gatsby won the one thing it was nominated for

-unsurprised about cab winning best scenic design

-total sense that illinoise won best choreo, still a little shocked that I doubted it would win for a moment

-hells kitchen ate, I loved the medley they did

-my prediction for what merrily would perform was spot on, transition song into old friends. I CALLED IT

-so happy that Daniel Radcliffe won, and I had so much hope for Lindsay, cuz then we could have had all three winning

-WATER FOR ELEPHANTS WAS AMAZING OH MY GOD THEY TOTALLY SOLD THEIR SHOW WITH THAT

-I wasn’t expecting them to do anywhere, I was hoping it would be road don’t make you young into wild or something, but it worked.

-Illinoise SLAYED. That song has been stuck in my head since the performance, it was actually SO good. And Ben cook :D

-the outsiders should have won best score. I’m sorry but Suffs has a very mid score. There were like two songs that I really liked from it. But tbh I’m just glad that a play didn’t win this

-my friends were simping over Eddie redmayne, and the moment the performance started they were screaming changing their minds and it was so funny

-I was expecting cab to do wilkomen into the title song, so i was sad that they didn’t

-I was expecting merrily to win best direction, but I’m soooo happy for the outsiders

-so shocked that stereophonic got best play /j

-Suffs performance was incredibly underwhelming. Honestly I want to love Suffs so much, and I think if I saw it I would love it, but I just didn’t really like the song that they did.

-JONATHON GROFF DESERVED THAT TONY SO MUCH AND IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM

-still heartbroken that Lindsay didn’t win

-THE OUTSIDERS PERFORMANCE WAS SO INCREDIBLE!!!!! I WAS SO HAPPY WITH IT, AND THEN THEY STARTED DOING THE RUMBLE AND I WAS SCREAMING

-um yeah so THE RUMBLE!!!! It was INCREDIBLE and the fact that they did the rain on stage and everything????? Hello???? Was that not the best performance on the Tony’s of all time????

-SO GLAD THAT MERRILY WON BEST REVIVAL IT DESERVED IT IN EVERY SINGLE FUCKING WAY

-I was hoping that the outsiders would win best musical, but I fully wasn’t expecting it. BUT WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS???!!?!? I WAS SCREAMING AND JUMPING AROUND LIKE I WAS INSANE, WHICH I AM

-anyways other than best score and featured actress, this year went incredibly well for me, I honestly wasn’t expecting it to be so great :)

-I probably forgot stuff and this is wildly out of order, I’m just going off of memory, so sorry about that

-gonna post photos of my Tony’s cupcakes tonight or tomorrow

#theater kid #musicals #musical theatre #broadway musicals #broadway #musical theater #jean has thoughts #merrily we roll along #the outsiders broadway #the outsiders musical #2024 tony awards #the tony awards #tony awards

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 1 month ago

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to the other side | lewis hamilton, charles leclerc

�� synopsis: At an Italian villa, you and your boyfriend attend a high-end auction where a wealthy owner reveals a mysterious mask. When he puts it on, reality starts to warp, twisting the villa and its guests into something unrecognizable. tags: psychological thriller, suspense, liminal horror, cosmic horror. (inspired by hp lovecraft, alan wake 2, impossible landscapes and the substance) | (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) | (around 5.2k words)

ps: i’m not even apologizing for the insanity that is this story, cause if i can’t write something like this on tumblr, where else?

part 1

Subject: That Night at the Villa – Remember?

It started off like any high-end event: champagne flutes clinking, people in all kinds of designer clothes and expensive jewelry, showing off their wealth. You and Lewis had come straight from Maranello, didn’t you?

The villa – what was it called? They always have these ridiculous names, old Italian stonework, ivy climbing up the side, a view of a lake that looked like something out of a painting. It was one of those places that reeks of money and secrets and scandal.

You kept your arm looped around his, the two of you doing your best to blend in. Then there was Charles, smiling like a schoolboy when he spotted you two across the ballroom, Alexandra draped on his arm. She looked stunning, of course, in a dress that seemed to catch every glint of light from the chandelier above.

You four made your way through waves of laughter and small talk with the other guests. Hollow compliments about the villa, polite lies about how you’d love to see their next art collection or spend a weekend in their ridiculous summer homes. All the while, the real prize waited in the center of the room: that thing they were auctioning off.

Remember?

The mask. It was hidden under a heavy cloth like it was something sacred – or cursed. You weren’t paying it much attention, though. Not then. Why would you? It was just another overhyped relic with a story too good to be true, probably something they dug out of a long-abandoned Italian church and decided was worth millions.

Lewis had just leaned over to whisper some joke in your ear when the lights dimmed. A spotlight clicked on, washing the stage in a harsh, artificial glow.

The host began the auction. Everyone’s attention focused in, holding their breath for the reveal. The fabric slipped off, and that’s when you got your first look. Just a glimpse, really. But it was enough. There it was, a mask. Black, polished. The host, the villa's owner, lifted it up. The room fell quiet.

He said a few words, the kind of speech you'd heard a hundred times before at events like this. And then, without warning, he slipped the mask over his face.

The lights flickered, and it felt like the room stretched – walls bending away, the chandelier overhead swaying without a breeze. You looked around, and half the faces in the crowd seemed... wrong. Like they'd blurred for just a second.

The host froze, his eyes wide behind the mask, but he didn’t move to take it off. A hush ran through the guests, confused laughter, someone dropping a glass. And then, with a cracking sound, the room snapped. It was like everything twisted at once, and suddenly the villa wasn’t the same.

Charles was the first to move, he tried to walk toward the stage, but Alexandra caught his arm. “Don’t,” she said. Her eyes were locked on the owner, who was standing dead still with the mask covering his face. His chest was heaving like he was trying to breathe but couldn’t remember how.

Lewis turned to you, his voice low and urgent. “We need to go,” he said, but you didn’t move. Your eyes were fixed on the chandelier. It wasn’t swaying anymore. It was spinning, slowly, a single crystal breaking away to drift upwards, vanishing into the ceiling.

The host took a step forward. The mask shifted, catching the light in a way that made it look alive. His eyes flickered – two points of dull light behind the mask’s empty gaze.

And then he spoke, but it wasn’t his voice. It was a chorus, layered, distorted, and far too loud.

“Stay.”

The room twisted again and chaos broke loose. The guests screamed in unison, their voices melding into a single, distorted roar that ricocheted off the walls. Every time someone shouted, the room cracked. It started with a loud snap, like a bone breaking, and then the walls shifted – bending inward, stretching outward – before everything returned to its original form, but slightly off. A second later, the chandelier flickered and snapped in half.

“Go!” Lewis pulled at your arm, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the shifting walls.

You turned toward the nearest exit, only to find it had vanished. Where there was once a wide archway, now there was a blank, seamless wall. The guests were running, frantic and disoriented, shoving each other, trying to push through a door that wasn’t there anymore.

Charles was already moving, pushing past people, Alexandra gripped his arm, trying to keep pace with him.

“Stay close,” Lewis said. He was tugging you behind him, weaving through the crowd, but the sea of bodies was relentless. Every step you took, someone else pushed forward, screaming, hands reaching for nothing.

The room cracked again. A low, spine-rattling noise that made the air vibrate. You heard the walls groan, stretching and twisting, reshaping. The floor buckled beneath you, causing everyone to stumble. People yelled, falling into each other.

“Keep going,” Lewis urged. His hand was tight on your wrist, pulling you toward what you hoped was the exit. You saw Charles ahead, fighting his way through a tide of panicking guests.

Another crack. This time, the floor split wide open. It wasn’t just a crack, it was a tear in reality itself. It spread in all directions, as if the building was being torn apart. People scrambled to the edges, slipping on the uneven ground, but you couldn’t focus on them. You had to move.

You reached the end of the hall. There was a door – a real door, maybe – at the far end. But as you took a step toward it, it flickered. The wood rippled, its edges curling up like paper in a fire. It didn’t matter. You kept running, pushing past the last few people.

Another crack. The walls snapped and rearranged again, and the ceiling tilted – an impossible angle, as if gravity had stopped caring. You made it to the door and walked through it.

part 2

You blink and when your eyes open again, you're knee-deep in warm water, your Versace dress ruined, heavy against your legs. The fabric clings to you as you step back, heart pounding in your chest.

Lewis, Charles, and Alexandra are there with you, standing in the water, their expressions mirrored with shock, terror, and confusion.

The cracking, the yelling, the chaos – it’s all gone. You take a deep breath, the stillness around you unnatural. The water ripples gently around your ankles, but there’s no sound, nothing except the beating of your own heart.

You look around, trying to find something familiar.

The villa stands at the far edge of the lake, its silhouette barely visible in the low light, like a shadow cast by something far too large for the space it occupies. But there’s no one else around. No guests, no cars, no sound of life.

And the moon – God, the moon – hangs far too close in the sky, so close that it seems like you could reach up and touch it. Its glow is sickly, too bright, casting a harsh light on everything it touches. The world feels off-balance, like you’re caught in a dream that you can’t wake from.

“What the hell is going on?” Lewis says, his voice shaky.

You can’t answer. You just stare at the moon, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing.

The water laps at your legs, warm and strange, but it doesn’t help to calm the feeling creeping up your spine – that this is no longer real, and you’re not sure how to get back to what is.

“We need to go,” Charles says, his voice cracking.

But where? There's only the lake and the villa, stretching out endlessly in front of you. No way forward. No way back.

“It was the mask,” you say. It feels true, even if you don’t fully understand why.

Lewis looks at you like you’re insane, wide-eyed in a way you’ve never seen before.

"Okay…? What does that mean?" It’s clear he’s terrified, not just by what’s happening, but by the fact that you’re buying into whatever madness is going on.

The words catch in your throat. You try to explain, but it’s like the reason isn’t coming from your head – just from somewhere deep inside, somewhere that feels like it’s not yours anymore.

“Back at the villa... when he put it on –" you start, but Lewis cuts you off.

“The mask?” He spits the word like it’s poison. “You think that’s what’s doing this? You’re seriously –” He shakes his head, unable to finish the sentence.

You feel the weight of his stare on you, a judgment you’ve never felt before. It makes the air feel colder, tighter.

"Yeah," you say, “I think it is. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Lewis takes a step back, like the distance might help him figure out what to do with you, what to do with this mess. His eyes dart between you and the dark lake, the villa standing silent in the distance. He doesn't want to believe you. Hell, you don’t even want to believe you.

“Right. Okay,” he says. He’s not angry, not yet, but the doubt in his voice is worse.

"I'm not going back there!" Charles shakes his head violently, "If that’s what you’re implying, then good luck! 'Cause I'm leaving!" He starts to turn, his eyes wide, his breath coming in short gasps.

"She’s right," Alex says, her voice uncertain, but firm. Her eyes flick to the villa in the distance, then back to you. She’s still not sure if any of this is real, but even if this is a dream, she wants out.

“Alex, no,” Charles pleads, his voice breaking. He steps toward her, a desperate plea in his eyes. “We’re not going back there. We’re not chasing some stupid mask.”

But Alex doesn’t move. Her eyes are locked on yours now, and you can see her mind working, slowly coming to terms with the same horrifying truth. She’s not sure, but she’s willing to try.

And then, something changes in Lewis. It’s like a switch flips inside him. He’s no longer the scared man trying to deny it. He looks at Charles, then back to you, and finally says, “There’s nowhere else to go.” His voice is steady now, a quiet resolve taking over.

Charles stands still for a moment, his eyes flicking between the three of you, unsure. But in the end, he exhales, defeated. He looks to the villa, then at the water, and then, reluctantly, back at you.

“Fine,” he mutters. “But if we end up stuck here forever, I’m blaming you.”

You don’t argue. There’s no time to argue. The water laps at your ankles as you take the next step, each ripple distorting the moon’s reflection, stretching it into strange, unrecognizable shapes. You start walking back toward the villa, slow and tense.

“We need a plan,” Lewis says.

“We need to stick together,” you add.

“How are we supposed to make a plan if we have no idea what’s going on?” Charles asks. He keeps looking at the villa like he expects it to disappear at any moment.

“Maybe we just need to take the mask off his face?” Alex says. She sounds desperate, clinging to any thread of logic. “Maybe it’s... witchcraft or something.”

Lewis scoffs, but there’s no humor in it. “And then what? We kill him?”

“What? No!” Alexandra shoots back, but then she looks at you. “I mean, I don’t know! What if that’s the only way?”

"Wait, hold on," Charles says, eyes narrowing. “What if we’re all hypnotized? What if this isn’t real?”

"Yeah, and what if it is?" you counter, voice steady even as your stomach twists.

You keep moving, the group tightening into a loose circle, every step forward bringing you closer to the villa's shadow.

"Almost there," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just stick together.”

The water grows shallower, and then you’re stepping onto the cold, slick stones that lead up to the villa’s entrance.

The doorway yawns open, waiting, darkness spilling out like ink.

“Okay,” Lewis says again, his voice steadier now, like he’s trying to convince himself. “We go in, we get the mask, we end this.”

You nod. You don’t look back.

One by one, you step up to the entrance.

part 3

It’s like you’re passing through a thick veil of static, a buzz that tingles along your skin. The air inside is cold and sterile, with a faint, artificial scent of old wood polish mixed with something sharper, like ozone. The grand ballroom is gone.

What greets you instead is a long corridor, stretching farther than it should. The walls are featureless, off-white, but they flicker under the dull fluorescent lights overhead, like a bad digital image struggling to load. The carpet is thin and industrial, a pattern of faded squares that vanish into the shadows. There’s no sound except the echo of your footsteps and the slight hum of the lights – too loud, too present, making the silence that much more suffocating.

“Where are we?” Charles mutters. His question hangs in the air, unanswered. No one dares to speak again.

The corridor splits, opening up into a space that feels too big to fit inside the villa – a lobby, empty and desolate, with walls that stretch upward and vanish into a fog that swallows the ceiling. It looks like a hotel abandoned in mid-construction: half-finished hallways, doors leading to nowhere, spaces that don’t belong. A row of identical elevators lines one wall, their buttons glowing a soft, sickly green.

“No... no way,” Alexandra whispers, backing away. But there’s no retreat – the corridor behind you is gone, swallowed by the same fog that hangs above. There’s only the lobby now.

There’s a small, unassuming reception desk in the corner of the lobby with a brass bell on top, the kind you’d see at an old hotel, polished and gleaming.

Without thinking, you step forward and press the bell. The sound is sharp, echoing through the empty space – too loud, too final. Lewis grabs your arm. "What are you doing?" he hisses. Charles is shaking his head, backing away as if expecting the walls to close in on him. Alexandra’s eyes dart around, panic setting in. “This is insane,” she whispers.

But before anyone can say anything else, a man appears.

It’s as if he’s materialized out of nowhere, stepping out of the fog behind the reception desk. He’s wearing an old-fashioned hotel uniform, pressed black suit, gold buttons, and a pillbox hat with a thin gold stripe. His face is pale, his eyes hollow.

“Good evening,” he says, his voice calm and formal, with a slight, unplaceable accent. He stands perfectly still, not blinking, not moving.

“What is this place?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but your words feel small, insignificant.

The man doesn’t answer. He just stares at you with a polite smile on his face. It’s as if he didn’t hear the question at all. Or worse, as if he doesn’t understand why you’re asking.

“Who are you?” Lewis demands, but the man doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. It’s like you’re the only person in the room.

“Do you require assistance?” the man asks finally, but there’s something off about the way he says it. His tone is warm and welcoming, but the words seem empty, hollow, like they were recited by someone who has no idea what they actually mean.

“Yes,” you say. “I need to go to my room.” You decide to play along, to see how he reacts. His face brightens instantly, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Oh, of course.” He reaches under the counter and hands you a key. It’s not a keycard or anything modern – just an old-fashioned brass key with a heavy tag attached. Room 44. “Mr. and Ms. Hamilton,” he adds.

“And for my friends?” you ask, feeling a little bolder now that he’s responding.

The man doesn’t hesitate. He produces another key and holds it out to Charles. Room 16, just like you’d guessed. Charles takes it, but his hand is trembling, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You decide to push your luck, “Do you know where I can find Mr...?” You falter. You can’t remember the name. The man in the mask, the owner of the villa – his name slips away as soon as you try to focus on it. A sharp pain stabs behind your eyes, and you shake your head, wincing. “The man with the mask,” you manage. “Do you know him?”

“Oh, Mr. Hartley?” the man replies smoothly, and something in your gut twists. You know that’s not the name. You’re sure of it, but you can’t remember what it was supposed to be. He continues without hesitation. “He’s at the ballroom, of course!”

“The ballroom?” Lewis jumps in, the panic rising in his voice. “And how do we get to the ballroom?”

The man goes silent, his polite smile frozen in place, like someone hit pause on a recording. His eyes flick to you, then to Lewis, and he says nothing.

“Come on, man!” Lewis snaps, his frustration boiling over. He takes a step toward the desk, but the man doesn’t flinch. He just stands there, his expression serene, unfazed.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice almost regretful. “You can only go to the ballroom when it’s time for the dance, of course!”

You don’t like how he says of course – like you’re missing something obvious, like you’re the only one who doesn’t understand the rules.

“Fine,” you say.

The man’s face lights up again, his smile so wide it seems to stretch beyond what’s normal, the edges of his mouth curling just a bit too far. “Enjoy your stay,” he says. He turns and walks away, vanishing back into the fog before anyone can say another word. It’s like he was never there at all.

“Okay, what the hell was that?” Charles mutters, staring at the keys like they’re about to bite him. You’re not sure how to answer. Your head is still pounding.

Lewis’s jaw is set, his eyes dark. “This is bullshit,” he says. “What are we doing? Are we really going to play along with this?”

You look at the key, at the number stamped on the tag – 44. You don’t have any better ideas. There’s no exit, no way out of the lobby, no way to find the ballroom until... until it’s time for the dance.

“I think we have to,” you say, and you can’t keep the uncertainty out of your voice.

Charles doesn’t look convinced. Alexandra bites her lip, her eyes darting to the row of elevators. She’s scared, but she nods.

“Whatever this is,” she says quietly, “we’re already in it. Might as well see it through.”

Lewis sighs, but doesn’t argue. He takes the key meant for you both and grips it like it’s a lifeline, even though you all know it’s anything but.

You head for the elevators, walking side by side. The floor feels unsteady, like it’s shifting with each step, but you keep moving, reaching out for the nearest button and pressing it without thinking.

There’s a brief pause and then, with a ding, the elevator doors slide open.

“Together,” you say, and everyone nods.

The doors close with a mechanical hiss, and the elevator lurches upward, taking you to whatever waits on the other side.

part 4

The door slides open and you step out into a corridor that feels too modern, too perfect, like you’ve stepped into the lobby of a luxury hotel in Dubai. Everything shines – polished marble floors, deep gold trims along the walls, and soft ambient lighting casting a warm glow. It’s unnervingly normal.

The door you need to find is just down this hall. Charles is ahead of you, eyes darting from room to room, his breath coming faster. Then you catch a glimpse of something in his hand.

“My phone,” he says, holding up the screen. “I don’t have reception.”

Lewis rolls his eyes. “Yeah? No shit!”

You all go silent for a moment. Without thinking, you pull out your own phone. Lewis does the same, then Alexandra. Nothing – no bars, no data. But everything else is there. The date is right. The time matches what it should be.

“Come on,” you say, snapping everyone out of it. You nod towards the end of the hallway.

When you reach the door, Charles hesitates, eyes flicking to the brass numbers on Room 16, then to the identical plaque on the next door over – 17.

“You want to knock on 17?” Lewis asks, his voice attempting nonchalance.

Charles nods. He reaches out, the moment stretches, heavy and uncomfortable, until he raps his fist against the door, three sharp knocks. The sound echoes in the silence.

It opens almost immediately, revealing a room decorated in minimalist luxury. A woman stands in the center of the room, her face unnaturally still. Her skin is too smooth, almost waxy, a vacant look in her eyes, like she’s staring at something far away – something no one else can see. She steps toward you slowly.

“I’ve been chosen,” she says, her voice a soft, eerie monotone. “I’m finally beautiful.”

Before any of you can respond, she turns, lifting a mirror in front of her face. Her reflection, now distorted, grins back at her, showing her face stretched and pulled into a grotesque smile. She mutters to herself, “I’m perfect. It’s happening now. You’ll see soon enough.”

You exchange looks with the others and then, suddenly, the door slams shut, leaving you all standing in the hall.

“Let’s just... keep moving,” Charles mutters, his voice shaky, but he doesn’t wait for anyone. He moves to the next door quickly, too quickly, as if trying to outrun whatever just happened.

He knocks twice on the next room door. It opens slowly, revealing a room filled with dim, flickering lights. Inside, a man is standing in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection. His hands move methodically, brushing his hair over and over, the motion too practiced, too mechanical.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks his reflection, his voice hollow, but the reflection – his reflection – is grinning in response.

The man’s hands tremble as he grabs a brush from the vanity and begins to brush his hair violently, faster and faster, each stroke more desperate. His eyes never leave the mirror, and the smile on his reflection widens.

“I’m so close now,” he murmurs, a hint of panic creeping into his voice. “I’m perfect. Can’t you see? I’m perfect now.”

As if on cue, his reflection steps out of the mirror, impossibly, without breaking the surface. Charles shuts the door quickly. A sound, like skin stretching, comes from inside.

“What the hell was that?” Alexandra breathes, her voice shaky.

“I don’t know,” you answer. You keep moving to the next room and knock before anyone can stop you, more out of habit than anything else.

The door opens to reveal a man – no, a thing – sitting on the bed. His clothes are torn, his body covered in jagged, fresh cuts. But it’s his face that makes your stomach turn. It’s been pulled back so far, his skin stretched, and his eyes are wide, wild with excitement.

He looks at you, his lips stretching into a smile that’s more animal than human.

“I’m finally beautiful,” he whispers, “Look at me. I can feel it. I’m perfect now. Finally.”

And then he begins to tear at his skin, ripping away the flesh, revealing a form beneath. His hands claw at his face, and with each pull, his body grows grotesque, his form shifting and changing. His arms extend too long, his neck elongates as if he’s trying to tear himself free from his own skin.

You stumble back, breathless, horrified.

"Do you see it now?" he asks, his voice now distorted, a chorus of voices overlapping. "We’re all changing. We’re all becoming the beautiful ones."

Without saying a word, you back out of the room and shut the door quickly.

part 5

You’ve been walking for hours, lost in a maze that defies any sense of order or design. The hallways stretch on and on, the walls shifting from luxury to dilapidation. At one turn, you’re moving through the hall of a five-star hotel, at the next, you’re in a narrow corridor that smells of mold and old carpets. The elevators are gone. You don’t find Room 44. Every door you open leads somewhere else – hallways leading into more hallways, stairs that only go down.

You’re exhausted. Your feet ache, and each breath feels heavy.

“Wait,” Alexandra gasps, leaning against a wall. You stop, slumping down to the floor, pulling off your shoes, the heels scuffed and ruined. The hallway you’re in now looks like a run-down motel – cheap patterned carpet, faded pastel walls, flickering fluorescent lights overhead. There’s an ice machine humming softly, its pale blue light casting long shadows. Next to it is a narrow door with a faded brass plaque that reads, in chipped lettering: Ballroom.

“There!” you point, voice hoarse with a mix of desperation and relief.

Lewis, Charles, and Alexandra stare at the door, faces twisted with confusion. It doesn’t make sense.

“This can’t be it,” Lewis says, but his voice lacks conviction.

Charles shakes his head. “This isn’t right. This place... it’s messing with us.”

“Too late for that now,” you say, trying to muster some certainty. The logic is unraveling, and you can feel it slipping away, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing makes sense, so you have to stop expecting it to.

You step forward and rest your hand on the cold, tarnished doorknob. Your fingers tremble, and you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to believe. You twist the knob, push the door open, and step inside.

You enter what appears like a mockery of the original ballroom. It’s all wrong – like someone had tried to recreate it from memory and failed. The chandeliers are made of painted cardboard, and the marble pillars are cheap plastic, their surfaces crudely textured to mimic stone. The floor is a painted canvas, creased and worn, stretched over what feels like plywood.

The guests are all mannequins, dressed in the same finery you remember, frozen mid-conversation, faces expressionless and blank. Some hold champagne flutes filled with what looks like painted liquid. They don’t move, just stand there, locked in a grotesque parody of life.

At the far end of the room, standing on the stage where you’d last seen him, is Mr. Hartley. He’s still wearing the mask, his posture unnaturally rigid, like a marionette waiting for its strings to be pulled.

Something catches your eye and you grab it. You pick up a bidding plaque, feeling the cheap plastic smooth under your fingers. You stare at it for a second, a flood of memories hitting you all at once: the lights dimming, the unveiling of the mask, the first crack in reality. It all started at the auction.

“Look,” you say, holding up the plaque.

“What if we... bid?” you suggest, the idea coming out in a rush, barely formed but somehow feeling right.

“Bid?” Lewis repeats, looking at you like you’ve gone mad. “What are you talking about? There's no auction.”

“No,” you insist, stepping closer, forcing the words out. “There was an auction. Remember? That’s how all this started.”

Charles swallows hard, glancing up at Mr. Hartley, who remains perfectly still on the stage. “What does that even mean?”

You lift the plaque high, your arm trembling, but you hold it steady. Mr. Hartley’s eyes fixes on you, like he’s only just now noticing you. His head tilts to the side, his shoulders lifting, jerking unnaturally, like a puppet pulled by strings.

“Very well,” says a disembodied voice, echoing off every surface, as if the walls themselves are speaking. “You found the room.” The words bleed together, overlapping – a thousand voices speaking in unison, each word rippling through the air. “Now tell me your price.”

You swallow hard, the thing behind Mr. Hartley isn’t playing games anymore. It wants to know what you’re willing to give, what you’re willing to sacrifice.

A dozen answers flash through your mind, but they all feel wrong. You steady yourself, and take a breath.

“My price?” you say, holding the plaque a little higher. "My beauty," you say, the words clear and deliberate. "I'll bid my beauty in exchange for the mask."

The room goes deathly silent. Mr. Hartley’s head jerks again, and you hear a ripple of confused, overlapping murmurs – sharp, dissonant. The mask trembles on his face.

Screams pierce the air, distorted and echoing, like they’re coming from a great distance. The whispers that filled the room moments ago are now chaotic, panicked. You can feel the entity’s confusion, a raw and alien fear.

“That’s what you’re obsessed with, isn’t it?” you say, your voice stronger now. The words hang in the still air, cutting through the noise.

Lewis steps up beside you, fists clenched. “That’s right, you freak! We don’t care about your shit – none of it! We just want to go home!”

Charles nods, his face fierce. “Leave us alone!”

Alexandra is defiant and clear. “Keep your bullshit and let us go!”

The whispers turn into a wailing chorus, high and frantic. The lights overhead flicker wildly, the mannequins around you twitching, twisting in slow-motion like they’re caught in a loop. The mask cracks, a hairline fracture spreading across the surface, and you can see something shifting behind it – something dark, writhing, struggling to maintain control.

“You’re not ready for the dance,” the entity says, the voice no longer disembodied but coming directly from Mr. Hartley. It’s deeper now, colder. “This was a minor mistake, a mere misstep. I’ll let you go... for now.”

The ballroom around you starts to disintegrate, the set pieces falling away like ash, dissolving into nothing. The walls stretch, shudder, and then collapse inwards as if the world itself is being unmade.

“But you will come back,” the entity promises, its voice echoing through the crumbling room, reverberating in your bones. “And when you do, you’ll beg for my help. You’ll beg for what I have to offer.”

The world blurs, everything tilting and spinning, and then –

You blink, and the cool night air rushes over you. You’re outside the villa again, standing on the gravel path, just as you were hours ago. The moon hangs high in the sky, distant and indifferent. The villa looks abandoned, its windows empty and dark.

Charles is the first to move, checking his phone. “I have reception,” he says, his voice shaky with disbelief. “We’re... back. It’s real.”

You look around – Lewis and Alexandra seem equally stunned, but there’s a quiet understanding between you now. Whatever that thing was, it’s not gone. Not really. It’s watching, waiting. But you survived.

“Come on,” you say, breaking the silence. “Let’s get out of here.”

You walk away, leaving the villa behind, never looking back.

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton imagine #i don't even know how to tag this #charles leclerc fanfic #alternate universe #brightlightwrites

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pjsk-headcanons · 3 months ago

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back from the void, got obsessed with the grind a bit too much (up to interpretation on which game) but heyyyy what did i misss

imaginarium phantom - theater SEKAI

-formed by nene, later joined by ichika, airi, and kohane

-starts with miku and luka

- consists of a large "circus tent" (???) and a small beach area outside (they dont go there until post 2nd anni

- there is a day/night cycle, but they only saw sunlight/moonlight/sunrise light through the cracks in the tent. there was onw time where they had to push a recording date later because some of the equipment got soaked

miku: lead actor. commanding and cheerful. like nene, she had stage fright and it comes back in parts when there are REALLY dramatic bits. she didn't want to be lead actress, but pre-first SEKAI visit the VIRTUAL SINGERS helped her she got over the fear. normal hair style and length, but the colour is REALLY BRIGHT (like neon. like burns your eyes a little bit)

rin: actress. really mischevious. she likes pretending to be the villain in all of the practice shows and also pranks her brother all the time. joins the SEKAI pre ~2nd anni. part of ichikas feelings.

len: set co-director. short temper and quick (the type of person who thinks work is a race). acts sometimes? gets pranked by rin a lot but lets it slide most of the time. part of airi's feelings. joins the SEKAI pre ~1st anni.

luka: director. soft spoken with an insane commanding presence (everyone gets spooked by her). was the one who formed the troupe, enjoys writing scripts n such. personality improves throughout the timeline (like niigo miku kinda??)

MEIKO: actress. hear me out. wine aunt theater MEIKO. it'll work out i promise. she's really caring but really gullible. likes acting dramatically. part of kohane's feelings. joins the SEKAI pre ~1st anni.

KAITO: actor. probably the most mature? not in a fatherly way but more like a concerned big brother than fusses over little papercuts (looks at tsukasa). really good at improvising. tends to the equipment the most. part of nene's feelings. joins the SEKAI post ~1st anni.

asking mod and anyone else if they have any questions about the au, because maybe that will get me more motivated to write faster. and YES i am planning on posting the designs. eventually...

as always, have a great day mod and anyone else who reads this :D

🌐 anon

#jshxkhdjd im bad at asking questions so ummmm #have you thought about events? what do you think will happen in the first rotation?#pjsk #prsk #project sekai #headcanon #imaginarium phantom #sekaiposting #new dream au #🌐 anon #jshdjdjdh take a break if you need to!!!

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jujumin-translates · 6 months ago

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[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 11 - Overseas Training

Izumi: Umm, this is 7th Avenue, so…

Tenma: Is that it?

Muku: Ah, it is!

Misumi: We’ve arrived~!

Kumon: It’s so crowded here!

Kazunari: No matter where you snap a pic, it looks great and makes such a great ref~! Yukki, Kumopi, pose for the camera~!

Yuki: Sure.

Kumon: I love New York! (1)

*Camera clicks*

Kazunari: Here, here, Sumi and gang, you join too~!

Izumi: (Even after a little under 13-hour flight, everyone’s still full of energy. That’s Summer Troupe for you.)

Izumi: (But time really has flown by so fast from the time when we decided to go to the U.S. to now…)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Yuki: Training in the U.S.?

Tenma: I got a call from my dad out of nowhere.

Tenma: There’s a film festival coming up in the U.S., and he suggested that all of Summer Troupe come for a training trip. He said the agency would cover the cost too.

Muku: Huh? The cost too!?

Kazunari: If the cost is covered, then it’ll be a-okay with Frooch-san.

Kumon: I wanna go to the U.S.!

Izumi: But is it really okay for him to do that much?

Tenma: Partially, it’s because he feels bad about not being able to do anything for the company back when we were struggling with the whole Amadate mess.

Tenma: I think we should just be grateful for it.

Tenma: Theater and musicals included, the U.S. isn’t only about entertainment culture.

Tenma: It’s also cutting-edge in design and fashion, so I think there’s a lot we could all learn from it.

Tenma: He said that if we want to win the Fleur Award, the highest theater award in Japan, we should experience some authentic theater as actors.

Yuki: I am pretty interested.

Muku: Issei-san does have a pretty significant presence in the world, so it’s a pretty convincing argument coming from him.

Izumi: Well then… I guess I’ll take your word for it.

Tenma: Yeah. I think it’ll be a good opportunity for us to relearn some stuff, too.

Misumi: Let’s go to the U.S.~!

Kumon: I can’t wait to be on a plane~!

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: (We didn’t exactly have the greatest experience with Issei-san during the debut performance, but…)

Izumi: (Now he truly is supporting Tenma-kun’s path as a stage actor. I really am thankful for that.)

Izumi: (I hope they can all return home full of excitement and having absorbed a lot during our short stay.)

Muku: If we move a little further left, we should be able to fit the building in.

Kazunari: C’mon, Director-chan!

Misumi: Take a picture with us~!

Izumi: Ah, sure!

*Camera clicks*

Kumon: I still can’t believe how many people there are~.

Yuki: I mean, it is a tourist attraction, so it’s no wonder everyone’s taking pictures.

Tenma: And with the film festival coming up, there will be even more people than usual.

Kazunari: I’m so hyped for the film festival~. It’s something we never would’ve gotten to go to if we weren’t invited.

Kumon: I wonder if we’ll get to meet some of the world’s biggest stars~.

Tenma: But first we’re seeing this play before any of that.

Muku: Ah, we should start heading towards the theater now.

Izumi: The theater should be around-- Ah, over there.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kumon: That was so impactful~! I feel kinda fluffy like I’m still in the story!

Tenma: I’ve never seen a production like that before, so I was really amazed by the whole thing and overwhelmed by the performance skills of the actors.

Tenma: It really reminds you of the wide range of possibilities that exist within theater.

Kazunari: The lighting and music were supes cool. Everything was so powerful and the impact was insane~! I feel like I’ve got ideas bouncing all around in my brain!

Misumi: It was so much fun~. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was filled with so much heart-pounding excitement!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah, it was like an emotional roller coaster…

Kumon: I couldn’t understand the language, but it was still conveyed through all they did~.

Muku: There were so many different types of actors. Not just in age, but in the way they acted too…

Muku: They each seemed to be making the most of their abilities.

Yuki: The costumes were good too. Those are what stage costumes should look like.

Yuki: This place really is authentic, and you can see that the pros are working hard to improve each other and create the best things they can.

Izumi: (Looks like each of them was inspired in their own way. I guess there are just some things that you can only get a feel for when you actually see them in person.)

Izumi: (We’ve hardly been here a day but I’m already happy we came…)

Muku: It’s all in English, but I just had to get a brochure too.

Kumon: Me too! Even though I can’t read any of it~.

Muku: When we get back to Japan, let’s read some of it together with a dictionary.

Kumon: Yeah! Looking at the credits, there are some Japanese-sounding names, though. Like the costume person, Aiko Kataoka--.

Yuki: Ah--.

Muku: Do you know who that is, Yuki-kun?

Yuki: Yeah, they’re famous.

Kumon: Really~?

Yuki: I see, so that’s…

[ ⇠ Previous Part ] • [ Next Part ⇢ ]

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(1) Kumon says this in English.

#a3!#a3! translation #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo

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soul-likeasecretinyourthroat · 7 months ago

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Me and a group of friends went to emo nite at the rave last night and it was so fun! I got to do my friends makeup too!!!! O’s dads pretty funny, he held O’s face while I put on the first layer of eyeshadow because he wouldn’t stop talking lmao. I really like his parents, they are pretty cool people. He was a very good canvas tbh, he didn’t flinch and was patient with me too :) Once I was done with his makeup, his parents said he looked like Robert smith from the cure, and I fully agree with them! O looked so cool in the black eyeshadow, and it really was a trip for me to see him in it <3

After that, we left to go pick up 3 more ppl. A couple, B and R, who killed it with their outfits! The bf (B) wore a leather skirt, knee high leather stiletto heels, and some sort of tshirt (which under he borrowed his gf’s bra to complete this almost-drag look). The gf (R) dressed to the 9s in emo attire, rocking the mcr tshirt and fishnets. Me n Him were Shocked to say the least when B walked out of his garage like that lmao it was insane, very proud of him!

Then we went to go pick up M, and she wore her homecoming dress and a cute jacket, it was pretty scene inspired for her inspo, and she killed it!!!!

Me and O forgot to eat before picking ppl up, so we stopped at chipotle for food in our full emo regalia. Imagine just 5 of the most emo teens you’ve ever seen, and put them in the most suburban chipotle Ever, we stood out like a sore thumb! It was honestly really freeing to just like wear my outfit in public because it was so emo and I consider myself diet emo on the best days so I was happy. We got so many confused looks but I didn’t care, I was hanging out with the people I loved :)

After chipotle, I drove us (on the freeway!!!) downtown to the venue, and got parking right across the street! Then I started to do B and R’s emo makeup per their requests, and both of them have cool bone structures and I loooove doing peoples makeup fr it’s so much fun!!!!

O had a surprise tho, he brought with a second shirt that he wore, that he didn’t want his parents to see >:) it was a black, lacy, long sleeved button up with a flowery design on it, it was very sheer so he wore a white tank top underneath. We all looked so sexy fr, like omg

We got inside at 9pm, but it apparently didn’t start til 10:30, which was said nowhere lol. All good tho, us 5 got to hang out for a while anyway so it was fun!

Once the set started by the emo nite dj, the room got so fucking hot like I was melting in my thick tshirt, but I only had on a fishnet long sleeve top that barely reached my collarbones and a bra, and no way was I gonna be showing my assets for free (at least not to the 30 year old crowd of millennials there lol)! O got hot, so he took off the tank top he had on underneath the sheer shirt he had on, and he offered it to me to wear so I wouldn’t be so hot! Dude I like him so much he doesn’t even know fr like (I’m so down bad for him) anyway I change in a bathroom into the tank top and put the fishnet shirt over it, it was a very cool outfit ngl, and thank god I wore a nice bra and not an old one, because I would’ve cried if it looked gross infront of him fr

We all were dancing and having fun, and then O has the great idea of getting up and dancing on the stage, and me and M were like ofc that sounds like fun! We managed to get on stage and we were dancing and singing so much, the photographer took several photos of us together in the cool lights on the stage, they will hopefully be put on the www soon so I can see them! I love candid photos and I wanna see how I look in candids as well :)

I was really trying to be flirty with him (O) last night, and i was dancing really close to him, like within a few inches of him. I love to see him dance, when he dances with his arms above his head and moves so fast, it’s mesmerizing and I can’t look away. Whenever songs came on that had lyrics about love, I would purposefully get his attention and make him look at me scream-singing along to them, hopefully he caught a hint PLEASE! I twirled him like a pretty princess, and that made me get a stupid smile on my face :)

The concert got done at like 1 in the morning, and while we were walking back to where I had parked my car, O said that he wish he could’ve gotten any hot goth girl’s Snapchat, and I casually said “Omg what about me? Aren’t I got enough for you???” And he was mad blushing after that comment, hopefully that signaled to him how I felt maybe? We stopped at a kwik trip gas station to refuel and for a late night snack, and it was again very comical to see 5 emo kids in a gas station in a suburban area at 1:20 in the morning lol.

I dropped M off first, I thanked her for coming with and she thanked me for taking her lol.

Then, O got in the passenger seat and started playing music on my phone that was connected to Bluetooth! He played the full album of “Good God!” By rio romeo, which if you don’t know rio’s work is very romantic and like sappy songs. We both knew all the words to the whole album, and R and B were in the backseat giving each other looks and stuff, I’m pretty sure they think that O and I are dating, and I really hope that O knew that too >:)

We then dropped off B and R, said our goodbyes, and we went on the way back to O’s house. We kept playing the album, even if it restarted once or twice. Before we turned into his drive way, he changed back into his tshirt he left in. The moonlight reflected off of his skin beautifully, and it caught in his eyes which shone like jewels. We were talking about how much fun we had, and then we got to his house, His sister was waiting at the front door to let him in, since it was 3 am everyone else had long since been asleep. I told him that we should hang out again asap, and that I was really happy that he came with tonight even though he doesn’t know a ton of emo songs. He said he had a lot of fun too, and told me to be careful on the roads and go like 20mph because of all the deer on the road wandering. I said I promise I’ll go slow, and I would text him when I got home to let him know I was safe :) I watched as he walked down the long driveway into his house, he almost was skipping inside. I kept the album playing. I started my way back home. I regret not making a move on him, I really do. I don’t know how much longer I can survive without knowing that he might like me back. He’s so beautiful and sweet, his eyelashes are so long they touch his brow-bones, his off white teeth are the same shade as mine, those blue eyes that ensnare my gaze whenever I turn to look at him, the way his face moves when he smiles, the crinkles next to his eyes, the way his hair falls on his head, his nose is just perfect, his body covered in small freckles like a strawberry, and his voice that makes me weak in the knees and could tell me to do anything at all and I would no hesitation. (I want to hear him make noises that I didn’t know he could make, and daydream about what he would sound like, and how I can get him to make those types of sounds >:3 )

Sorry for the sappy rant, I have feelings for him that I’ve never felt for anyone else before ever. I’m just a teenager hoping that their crush likes them back.

Anyway, on my drive home (15 mins) I was tearing up over the fact that I already missed him, and how I wish I could go be at his side forever, maybe fall asleep on his basement couch next to each other while watching a studio ghibli movie or live-streaming an symphony orchestra playing. I got home around 3:30, talked to my mom for a bit, let everyone know that I got home safe, and ate half a pizza. I went to bed around 4am, but I could barely fall asleep even though I was exhausted because I couldn’t get him off my mind long enough to fall asleep lol

I need to be straightforward with him about how I feel. I’m currently writing down these tumblr posts about him in a physical notebook, that after I tell him how I feel, I can give it to him and show him how long I’ve felt like this for him, and some of my most favorite memories I’ve made :) I’m such a romantic it kills me.

Ok I gotta go to bed now it’s 1:30 am.. I’ll be back hopefully soon with an update concerning mine and his relationship >:) wish me luck!!!

#me fr #personal #me and him #acidspeaks2024 #please #i prayed to whatever was there and they listened #pleasepleasepleaseplease #me n him #me #crush crush crush #crush #emo nite #the rave eagles club

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spinningbuster98 · 1 year ago

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So one thing I forgot to mention about Nero is that after grabbing an enemy you can hold down the button to use said enemy as a meat shield. I always forget about it and it's not my style to be defensive but it's got its uses

By far the hardest mechanic for Nero is Exceed. You may have noticed that Nero's sword has a rev up engine. You can rev up the sword to gain up to 3 Exceed levels, with each one being spent during your next attack which will be faster and more powerful

That's not the hard part, the hard part is that you don't have to rev up each level slowly: if you hit the Exceed button at the EXACT moment your sword hits the enemy you'll instantly gain an exeed level. If you do it with frame perfect accuracy you'll gain all 3 at once.

This is insanely hard to do and is mostly there for the Super Experts, because if you can somehow master this mechanic then Nero's attack power and speed effectively double:

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Anyway the Castle is where some of DMC4's first few gimmicks start showing up and I'll have....words to spare about this game's use of gimmicky level design...but not yet, since I feel it's not particularily bad yet

There's that room with the disappearing Devil Snatch points where if you fall you gotta fight the enemies all over again but ok it's not too bad once you get the hang of it

Then there are those spinning tops which are a bit intrusive yeah but I don't think they're that bad, I even like how they insta kill enemies if you launch them at them

This is also where you'll start to encounter the enemies that will give you the most shit throughout the game, especially on DMD

Thos ice lizards are from DMC1 and they've been upgraded, not only with more attacks but with an ice armor that reduces damage and makes them really hard to stagger when hitting them. Thankfully a fully charged shot from Nero's gun can destroy most of their armor though they can regenerate it

The Bianco Angelos, those Knights with shields, aren't that hard on their own, but later the game will start throwing many of them at you. The general strategy is to get behind them to hit their backs but a fully charged shot will also pierce their shields

Then we have the poster boy for annoying DMC4 enemies; the Blitz

You're supposed to meet them way later in the game but this is DMD so the game is more evil

They zip around the room at the speed of light, randomly materialising for brief moments to hit you, meaning you can't just sit still and need to have really good reflexes.

They have an electrified armor that can only be breached by gun shots, and after the electricity is down you can actually damage them with sword strikes.

Before dying however they'll enter a desperation stage where they'll be invulnerable, even faster and if they grab you they'll self destruct on you. You can only keep avoiding them until they explode on their own.

Yeah they're infamous for a reason, though thankfully, even on DMD, you only meet like 5 of them in the whole game

You may be starting to notice an issue with Nero's gameplay though.

Which is that most problems can be solved by simply abusing his Devil buster or his charged up gun, especially the latter.

Now these two are abilities unique to Nero and they probably wanted to encourage you to use them, but given Nero's more simplistic gameplay style, this makes it feel like you're resorting to the same strategies each time: keep charging the gun as you fight and when in doubt grab enemies and go ape shit on them.

Hell even the early bosses can mostly be handled by keeping your distance, avoiding their attacks and pelting them with charge shots. It's kind of like DMC2 but a shitton better...but still a bit underwhelming in a way

It's somewhat understandable though: Nero's gameplay is a new thing and they still had to work the kinks out, and in DMC5 he'll see a number of improvements

...but let's just say that this will probably not be the last time I'll complain about this game's shoddy balancing

Oh and we also meet Ms.Fanserv-I mean Gloria

Hmm...this game's story seems a bit lacking now doesn't it? I wonder...

#devil may cry #devil may cry 4 #my gameplay #Youtube

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sanstropfremir · 2 years ago

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ok, so here's my miscellaneous music show stages post! idk what to even call it in terms of an 'official' title or whatever, but who cares. a lot of my fave stages already ended up in the fave stylings posts or i've talked about them in some other capacity, so this is just for outliers and ones that have stuck in my mind over the last year!

set design

test me - xdinary heroes, music core 220723 // the concept of the test me cb was an underground battle of the bands type thing, and i loved the set design of this specific stage because it's so subtle and builts directly out of the existing stage intrastructure. also the yellow jumpsuits are cute, so sue me.

invu - taeyeon, inkigayo 220220 // honestly, i'm just obsessed with the choice to use the led floor panels to to simulate a pool, ringed with the surrounding greenery. the rest of the designs is great but lighting effects are always gonna get me

voyager - kihyun, music core 220319 // i LOVE this ship, it's a great way to work the band into the stage with different levels all in association with the theme.

styling

feeling - kim wansun, music core 220108 // the only pants to every exist in the history of ever

wooah hip - mamadol, mcountdown 220127 // my villain origin story is that mamadol was a temporary project group. give us kahi back!!!!

chase - minho, mcountdown 221229 // people have slept on minho's solo which i expected, but honestly i really enjoyed it and i like how he very clearly showed that he had clear ideas that he wanted to explore than aligned with his own interests. the styling overall was not particularly notable bc it's a very naturalistic theme, but this patent leather trenchcoat really is something that only minho could pull off

what if love - up10tion, music bank 221014 // what is even happening with these outfits. i'm obsessed with xiao's shirt.

chronograph - victon, inkigayo 220130 // just looking at any pictures of hanse from any two victon eras should be enough to convince you that gender isn't real.

undercover - craxy, music bank 220819 // fun af fake chain props for the choreo, very theatrical!

focus - ha sungwoon, mcountdown 220825 // he only did one stage bc this was right before he enlisted, but did he need to bedazzle his cleavage like that? did you sungwoon??????? also this choreo is so fucking fast like holy shit you really did the damn thing even though you did not need to

me = naneun - just b, show champion 221130 // if anyone wants to fill me on on what fuck bain is wearing i'd gladly take any info. train conductor chic is all i got

dance with god - craxy, mcountdown 220224 // i can guarantee that on any given day those gold fringed pants will pop into my head at any random time

tomboy - wei, show champion 220608 // no comment

boom - minhyuk, mcountdown 220630 // no comment, but louder. again, another cb that almost made my top stylings list, but i can't keep rewarding him like this. any one of these stages gives me brain damage.

louder - tan, inkigayo 220626 // could not tell you what is going on here. a.c.e's stylist seems to be periodically working with tan and so their styling ranges from fine to excellent to batshit insane on any given day and every single louder stage is a hit. honestly all of their cbs almost made my top stylings list just for the sheer insanity of them.

alone - highlight, music core 221112, YOSEOB PUT THOSE AWAY I SWEAR TO FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD. dongwoon don't think i didn't notice you also but we're not gonna talk about it. also yoseob's collar for this stage i'm gonna be sick who allowed them do this.

staging and/or other

this GORGEOUS staging of kim jaehwan's back then, it's one of the few times that i've seen in the round used properly in a kpop context and maybe the only time i've seen it on a music show? also great set design and it looks so good with his pinwheel lightsticks.

tbh i just picked a random ascension stage for this, bc the sheer amount of production value they put into everything they do deserves being viewed even if they didn't make any of my other lists. prop kings, literally.

dkz's mcountdown special stage of lupin, because she's a queen and she deserves the love

plus a couple of not specifically music show performances, but they they are music program performances. mostly this is here for me to pimp kbs listen up bc NOBODY watched it except me and nana and it literally had some of the best stages of the year:

kihyun's solo performance of someone's someone on k-909, bc it's soooooo cute. honestly ppl watch k-909 too they put so much production value into everything

dkz on listen up performing a remake of in the rain, featuring kyoungyoon doing a standing backflip for no reason??

seungsik, subin, and sejun (victon) on listen up having a ball and also flipping a couch over

woohyun on listen up being sluttier than he should be allowed to be

ren on listen up god i miss nu'est so BAD

ghost9 on listen up absolutely WRECKING the hundred millionth kpop song named monster

swan absolutely wrecking on listen up stan purple kiss i stg

that's a wrap on 2022 posts! now i'm gonna get cracking on all my backed up asks 😭

#no guarantees on the speed of anything bc i'm moving at the end of the month but i should be able to get a few done #kpop styling #end of year posts #best of 2022 #text #media recs #seriously ppl watch listen up stages oneus was also there!!#they have a whole dedicated youtube channel so it's all in one place

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ashesforashes · 3 years ago

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ok so i saw the 1776 2022 revival and omg

(spoilers for changes in the new revival. 100% worth it to see it if u can)

first of all: every single person in that show was amazing. literally not a single weak link. costume design: amazing. lighting and set: perfect.

what i liked:

they didn’t modernize it too much. yes there was a whole thing in “the egg” where they projected onto a curtain all the civil rights movements/protests/etc up to the present but other than that (and a couple other times where the characters broke the first wall to adress the crowd) it was fully set in Philadelphia, 1776. also i don’t think that show ever needs to be done with men again. having it all non men made all the voices blend so much better and let them all show off their (insane) talent. also, everyone who had a solo song (ex he plays the violin, lees of old virginia, etc) like went up an octave and showcased their vocals and it was so good.

what i didn’t like:

there honestly wasn’t that much i wasn’t in love with. i think jefferson could have had a little more personality tbh but her violin was incredible so im ok with it.

the true showstoppers of this show were “he plays the violin”, “mama, look sharp”, and “molasses to rum to slaves”. with “he plays the violin”, the actor who plays martha washington used to play christine daae on broadway and it SHOWS. that girl sang that song so perfectly. there were some issues with the pacing of it but i did like how adams and franklin left halfway through and left martha with just jefferson and showed how in love they were. i must say, i was not insanely impressed with martha jefferson’s character until she started singing but i guess it was more in line with who she was in real life rather than a girl like in the movies. also. when they first saw each other they danced. i was hoping for a kiss lmfao.

mama, look sharp:

power. vocals. like it was a powerful song made even more powerful by the godsend vocals. the scene didn’t start off lighthearted like in the movie and i think that was a good choice and when she started singing, billy’s mama (who also played hancock) came out and just started riffing over the instrumentals in a gospel style and good god it was amazing.

molasses to rum to slaves:

this hit so much deeper cause the audience was from boston. it was also so powerful watching the Black actors take off their congress coats and dance in front of the non Black actors. also rutledge put her everything into that song, she performed it and sang it so powerfully. it really cut the new englanders in the show and the audience to their core.

other misc notes and thoughts

southern accents are hot

slavery comes up a lot sooner in the revival; jefferson brings an slave to philadephia and there’s a scene where they’re reading the declaration of independence and when it’s like “we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal” and the slave is on stage and we see just how much of a hypocrite jefferson was.

the new scoring for the orchestra pretty much made the show. it modernized it and, especially with john and abby’s songs, it lifted them from pretty ok to amazing. like the way that the guitar came in. it was so good

jefferson’s coat was clearly a nod to hamilton lmao. it was a very nice coat too. and they gave her a red wig b/c of course

a lot more jefferson playing the violin

john adams was insane. she was just so good

the lees of old virginia was somehow. forgettable? like don’t get me wrong, it was amazing but because everything else was so good, it just happened and then was kind of forgotten

“the egg” got turned from a boring song to a rocking firery song about american revolutions etc it was great. also more violin

hahaha dickinson was such a karen like oh my god i loved it

1776 is kind of a hard show to pull off, what with so few female characters and the time period that it’s in (and the way it kinda glorifies the founding fathers) but i think the newest revival is the gold standard to how it should be performed.

ok i’ve probably forgotten a lot but i genuinely enjoyed it so much and i’m praying so hard that there’s a cast album so i can listen to eryn lecroy sing “he plays the violin” on repeat. and also a proshot. i would v much love a pro shot.

#1776 musical #1776 revival #1776 2022 revival #1776 movie

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transsexualhamlet · 3 years ago

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Dead Apple Is A Hot Mess: The Analysis

Essays:

-Dead Apple Only Really Makes Sense If You Assume It's Just Dazai, Shibusawa, and Fyodor's Elaborate Honeymoon

-Half All Other Inconsistencies Can Be Explained By Dazai Making Up Excuses To Shove Chuuya At His Crotch

-I Think Fyodor's Ability Is Actually 10 Times Weirder Than We Thought

-Ranpo Solved The Backrooms While This Shit Was Going On

Plus, everything else batshit crazy stupid about dead apple (affectionate)

Subtitle subtitle: me overanalyzing the movie equivalent of "girls just wanna have fun" played over a slasher film

this is all word vomit at this point

Prefacing this with holy shit of course I mean this all jokingly, obviously this is not what the writers meant, but they certainly left enough plot holes that my stupid idea actually fills them pretty consistently, so I'm taking it and fucking running.

I've been wanting to make a post like "how little sense dead apple makes as a cohesive story and how genuinely every time I think about it I'm just more confused" for a while, but since I finally finished reading the light novel, now I can say with certainty that yeah no, I'm not just stupid, it just literally does not make any logical sense unless you conclude that these flamboyant war criminals were all just in love with each other and their entire three-way backstabbing apocalypse deal was all a predetermined game that they planned out for their honeymoon or something. Yes, I am really saying that I think they just dressed up and played pretend as terrorists and decided that half the gifted population of Yokohama was a sacrifice they were willing to make.

Even then, it really doesn't account for half of the bullshit in the movie, but taking it that way honest to god explains about 80% of the inconsistencies, as ridiculous as it sounds.

@akutagawasslur and I have been talking about it and came up with a few sort of outlandish theories that try to actually make sense of the plot, but again, most of this is just gonna be me pointing out plot holes and continuity errors and narrative stupidity that I have no way of understanding, and that even assuming a ton of things, it still feels like this meme

Let me preface this with the fact that I love dead apple, it's an amazing movie and very pretty and I'm so glad it exists and it gave us 1. soukoku sex scene /j, 2. dazai with fancy hair, and 3. shibusawa our transfem icon /hj. But also, it just objectively sucks ass. I'm sure people have talked about this before, I just. Also have thoughts on the subject of how insanely poorly thought out the entire concept was.

(Giant fucking essay under the cut I feel like one of those youtubers who criticizes anime for fun but when I call everything gay it's a compliment)

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OK FIRST, DEAD APPLE TRIO GAY,

Before I even get into the plot of the movie, I'd like to for a minute direct you to the fact that there's no way any of these men are straight to begin with, no matter what they have to do with each other.

It's something really funny about anime in general, the way that they inadvertently make all the men fruity af for interesting character designs because straight guys are just so incredibly bland looking. It might seem normal when looking at an anime dude, but if you saw a dude irl wearing long braided hair, long, manicured nails, eyeliner, Arm Warmers, clothes he sewed himself, jewelry, and a Cape, there is no doubt in ANYONE'S mind that that's not a cishet man.

Dead Apple is just in general a very confusing movie. The light novel doesn't really help that much either, even if you've already watched it several times. I've heard that the stage play has just, a different plot altogether, but we're not even getting into that. And if someone has to put in that much effort to understand the plot of an anime movie, I don't think that's a good sign. The light novel definitely does go more into the plot, but that's kind of weird, since it's an adaption of the movie and not the other way around? They're kind of inconsistent, and they also have different translations. Honestly, after reading it, I have more questions than answers.

First off, I want to point out how entirely vague Dazai, Fyodor, and Shibusawa's motives all were in this movie. Even though the movie does eventually state what in general all of their motives supposedly are, the explanations given not only Do Not Explain their actions in ANY WAY, but also come off themselves as blatant misinformation.

I feel like the writers tried so hard to have their mind games seem death note level complex that they just ended up creating massive fucking plot holes that bring all of their motives into question.

To begin with, we have Dazai. After spending an ungodly amount of time on it, I think I kind of understand what the writers intended for him to come off as. It's a little hard because they wait to reveal that Dazai didn't actually just wholeheartedly want everyone to die for a little bit too fucking long, in my opinion, and even when they did it... it didn't work, it just took away an understandable though awful motive and failed to repace it with anything good.

So you have Dazai at the start of the movie clearly having a Moment Moment on a grave going hey bestie gonna go try out a new method of fucking killing myself, and atsushi's like, ok, be back for dinner. Dazai then reveals that he thinks Everyone Should Commit Suicide Actually and it's pretty in character to be perfectly honest. Yeah sure, of course he does. Seems like his brand of mental illness. Ango is like Dazai this is a bit much even for you you Literally Invited Terrorists To Have A Good Time but dazai's like Bestie Im Just Having A Bad Day and meets up with his matching gay villains like this was planned all along, which undoubtedly it was.

Yeah, seems like a pretty understandable motive. Depressed man convinced into thinking Apocalypse Sexy by two homosexuals. I can forgive that.

But then like three quarters through the movie, after they've had a whole ass arc about how much they're depressed and want everyone to die including themselves but they have to lounge around being emo first, Dazai is suddenly like No Actually I Was Faking It Definitely To Save Yokohama Of Course Because That's Me, Mr. Morals. And as much as I'm glad Dazai did in fact give a miniscule shit about Chuuya and Atsushi and like the entire city, I... honestly don't believe it. Not just because I wouldn't trust Dazai as far as I could throw him, but because the way they try to clear his name just isn't comprehensive enough, and I have to say it would not hold up in a court of law. (I'm amazed that it took as long as it did for Dazai to get thrown in fucking prison as it did, lol)

So sure, the movie then tells us that he invited them into the city because, I guess, they were going to do it anyway? That doesn't even make any sense. If Shibusawa was already targeting Yokohama, Dazai wouldn't need to fucking invite him. We never got any clarification on what Dazai actually did to get Shibusawa's trust in the slightest. How did he help with the plan? How was he cooperating with Shibusawa? What did he say or do that made the guy trust him? No clarification on that at all.

So that is left as a mystery, and now onto the other side- what did Dazai actually do to HELP the city? How was anything he did helping save them? Of course, he was working with Fyodor and he was going to nullify the fog with his skill, right? Fucking wrong, actually- Dazai knew the whole goddamn time that wasn't going to work. He knew he was going to be betrayed and stabbed, he could pinpoint it so well that he knew what poison that Shibusawa would use, and he knew that what Fyodor was telling him about the room and the skill was a lie. He was fully aware that being in that tower with those two would not help anyone. So then why was he there to begin with?

So Dazai gets stabbed, fucking dies, and is somehow beamed up into a fucking dragon because of Fyodor killing Shibusawa and like, resurrecting him again with his own ability. This part still doesn't even make sense to me in the slightest, and the fact that Whatever They Did Here also applied to Verlaine and Rimbaud in the Lore doesn't actually clarify much.

The only reason that this works is the fact that Dazai is genuinely dead. Not passed out, not in the process of dying- no, he's straight up passed away. His ability yeeted. It doesn't work during that time Because he's Dead, or well, that's what the light novel said anyway.

Then Chuuya punches the dragon and somehow gets to Dazai and punches him...... and then... dazai fucking.... comes back to life...... because he had a pill in his mouth......... and then boom his ability comes back on and saves Chuuya. Correct me if I'm wrong, but how the fuck did that help anyone in the slightest, not to even get into the absurdity of the plat yet? Chuuya wouldnt have even needed to use corruption if Dazai hadn't gotten himself turned into a goddamn dragon.

I don't believe the fog even went away at all until Atsushi smashed in Shibusawa's skull, so Dazai's ability wasn't getting rid of the fog in the slightest, even after the whole Dragon Event. And Dazai being there didn't change the outcome of Atsushi's battle, since Shibusawa got where he was with Atsushi entirely because of what Fyodor himself wanted. That same outcome would have happened whether Dazai was there or not.

Even if there was something Dazai did to help that I somehow managed to miss, gee fucking whiz, Dazai, you sure did take your sweet fucking time getting to it. Remember all those crystals that appeared in Shibusawa's collection during this shit??? You know??? The people that fucking died in the fog???? Because you let them in?? He wasn't being particularly helpful, if anything, what he did only got Fyodor farther along in his plans and Shibusawa exactly what he wanted.

The writers attempt to present Dazai as having in the end chosen the good side, but in all fucking honesty, what they came across showing us through his actions is that he let hundreds of ability users die because he wanted to have a fun time. Bitch was not trying to save the city. He didn't care if it was saved at all, he left that completely up to three teenagers who had about a 20% chance of surviving and all fucking hated each other. And why, because he realized that Shibusawa would eventually target Yokohama? God, maybe he could have fucking called Ango or something and gotten the actual qualified government on it, or even got the whole detective agency to fight Shibusawa before he came. Surely that would have fucking worked fine, or at least had fewer casualties. If all they needed to do was have Atsushi beat the shit out of him and Dazai was fully aware of this, I don't think he really has an argument as to saying he was doing this for good.

He never even tries to say it was to save anyone. Atsushi just, decides that's what he was doing. Dazai even tells him he's wrong.

(In my opinion, I do think he cared about the city, I do think he wants to fulfill Oda's wish, but from what I've seen, he's just... not really trying as hard as he could be. I think he was playing both sides on this one, you know? If Atsushi makes it through, then boom, well, city saved, let's move on. If Shibusawa succeeds, well then everyone dies, whatever, you know, he's hot. This can't really be proven by anything, I just think it's what makes the most sense considering the plot)

So then the question is, what the hell WAS he doing? What were ANY of them doing, if they all predicted perfectly what the outcome was going to be from the beginning?

The only answer I can give is that they're fucking depressed homosexuals and they wanted to have a little morbid fun. Genuinely, if someone can give me a better reason for what is canonically being depicted in this movie I'd LOVE to hear it.

To show you why I feel that interpreting these three as queer, polyamorous, and currently having crazy gay sex, I'd just like to point out a few things.

First of all, when you think about it, the entire stunt these gayasses pulled must have taken an absurd amount of unnecessary preparations and planning. Just to begin with, neither Shibusawa nor Fyodor live in Yokohama, but the second they're there, they already have the fanciest, most emo, obviously Supervillain Hideout piece of real estate in Yokohama. It's not like that place was just sitting around with no one owning it, one of them had to BUY THE PLACE from whoever like. Owned this goth mansion.

I mean, we don't even have time to get into what the hell this building was doing in Yokohama to begin with, because it's like.... in the 15 arc. it's just. A building that exists right at the edge of the Arahabaki crater town. That's GOTTA be plot relevant, but somehow it just. Isn't. It irritates me to no end.

And then before they moved in, someone had to move an entire, crystal collection in there (I've heard that it's actually part of Shibusawa's ability like Anne's room but I'm not sure how true that is so I'm leaving that as a question i guess)

Not only did they probably have to ship 2000 crystals into this place but Shibusawa also BOUGHT THREE CUSTOM MATCHING FANCY CHAIRS and SET A TABLE WITH FRUIT AND HIS FUCKING SKULL and LITERALLY TAILORED MATCHING WHITE OUTFITS for these motherfuckers TO WEAR LITERALLY ONCE. LIKE. HE KNEW HE WAS GOING TO S T A B DAZAI HE DIDNT PLAN ON REUSING THE DUDE'S COAT AND YET HE FUCKING SEWED IT HIMSELF.

I'm just. I'm SORRY, this is NOT something you do with your Work Associates. Just. Objectively. This is Not a coworkers relationship we've got going on here, and neither is this something that straight men do.

And even without the embellishments that can be excused as animators wanting to be Aesthetic and Extra without realizing that any higher thinking would deem these bitches as Fruits, the three of them didn't really have any excuses to be together in that tower in the first place, none that they could voice out loud, at least, if they weren't like, fucking.

There seemed to be no plot relevant reason for them to have a tower to stay in. If Draconia was a manifestation of Shibusawa's ability, they didn't have to purchase a building to store it in. And if Dazai and Fyodor didn't need to stay up there to stay away from the effects of the fog (another major thing I'll get to) why did they even meet up to begin with? God, I know you movie makers only have so much you can fit in, but this is pretty basic stuff.

Neither Fyodor or Dazai needed to be around Shibusawa at all for the plan they had pretended to agree on to work.

Fyodor had been aligned with Shibusawa because he was giving the dude inside information on the city. That really,,, has no relevancy to the actual event, even if Fyodor helped him get into the city or something, which wasn't really touched upon. He certainly didn't have any official excuse to hang around other than to watch.

And what did Dazai even do at all? What did he do to get into the cool kids club?? All Dazai did was propose the idea, according to canon... just. Contacted the dude and said hey bro wanna Destroy My City For Funsies? Sounds good, I'm not suspicious at all. Anyway mind if I hang out in your house while you do it? Cool? No reason, I just wanted to watch.

Because Fyodor and Dazai both Somehow are randomly immune to the fog, it's not like they needed protection of any sort. They're just...... there.

Like, that just doesn't hold up. What were they there to do other than have gay sex??? Of course, all three of them have ulterior motives that make it necessary for them to be in the same place, as well as separate different alliances within the alliance that are also lies.

Fyodor agreed to help Dazai touchie the crystals in order to stop the fog, but they both knew it was a lie.

Shibusawa agreed with Fyodor to kill Dazai because they knew he wanted to betray them, but at least Fyodor knew that was a lie.

Dazai on his own really didn't have any clear motive, as I can tell. He seemed to have known touching the crystals wouldn't fix shit, and he seemed to have known Atsushi was the only real determining factor in the outcome, so I'm not sure what he was trying to achieve there other than having a grand old time.

And Fyodor..... well, he says he wanted to kill both Dazai and Shibusawa so he could take the fog to spread out and go across the entire earth, but. No he didn't.

Legitimately. No he did not. He was in Yokohama to look for the book, yet he plays this whole "I'm going to kill everyone right now with my Secret Evil Plan" card and is so incredibly unsurprised when that doesn't end up happening that it doesn't even feel like he meant it to begin with. He tells us this grand plan over the span of TEN YEARS where he gets Shibusawa killed and resurrected and amnesia'd and killed again and then resurrected and killed again. But even though he's spent that much of his life invested in this, when it doesn't work out, literally, he doesn't care???? He fucks off and laughs the second his entire plan falls apart, and this isn't how he we've seen him act when he's been actually bested by Dazai. (yknow, he was clearly very amused when it happened in the third season, like he probably got off on it, but he was still incredibly inconvenienced by the fact. Yknow.)

He also... was in the tower when it fucking. Exploded. And then showed up utterly unscathed in season three. Like. Sure, ok, horror movie physics. He just comes back. But genuinely he must have known beforehand a general idea of what was going to happen even though he apparently "hadn't considered that"? Because otherwise he would like. Not be alive sorry Fyodor getting crushed by a giant building kind of isn't survivable.

Bestie really spend ten years investing in a night of fun.

So genuinely, I don't think it makes sense at all unless the three of them had to some degree agreed on all this beforehand. Because if they were genuinely trying to fight against each other, and they each all had their own comprehensive spiderweb of plans and lies, and they're all really that smart, what would they say to each other when they were all together that any of them would believe? Even if they all knew the others were lying to them and they had to go along to get what they wanted, that wouldn't fix the problem, because what are they lying to say? What would their front be when they have no plot relevant reason to lounge around in a tower together listening to classical music and getting drunk?

If you just accept that they were there to paint each others nails and have crazy gay sex, that pretty much clears that all up. I mean. Why do they need a tower? Gay sex tower. Why do they need to be together? They're gay. Why does Dazai say "i knew your Special Knife would deal me a Nasty Blow" while moaning? I hate the gays. /j (they took that out of the novel and it makes me laugh like. they knew how awful that sounded)

The thing is though, because like I said earlier with how it all ended up playing out, it seemed almost scripted between the three of them. (haha, this is a movie.) But even if you assume these three are in a queer polyamorous relationship as a FRONT, because they're just That Extra, that doesn't really work either.

The way Dazai reacted to their betrayal, the way Fyodor reacted to Dazai's backup plan, the way Shibusawa reacted to Fyodor's plan- none of them seemed unhappy with it, none of them seemed surprised at the fact they were being betrayed, just the specific way in which it happened.

So that's really the only reasonable explanation of what they were doing dhfgdfhgfjfdl. All of them had to have gotten together at least months beforehand and set this up, the way it went. In the end, Fyodor and Dazai just wanted to give Shibusawa a good time before he got to be too much of a problem for their own motives. (dazai's being, existing in yokohama and finding a good way to either die or live, and fyodor's being to find a book in yokohama to murder everyone in his Own Way(??)) Shibusawa genuinely did want to destroy the city tbh I don't think anyone's doubting that, and to some extent, Dazai wanted to see the city Not Destroyed, but Fyodor's utter lack of actual motive here kind of breaks a scenario where they all went into it for that reason.

The only normal reason why I'd believe Fyodor inserted himself into this plan was because he'd have a chance to kill Dazai. Seriously, I still can't see what was wrong with going along with Shibusawa... isn't "i can help all ability users Fucking Die" literally just what Fyodor wants? He can still get the book afterwards too, assumedly once all the competition is gone it would be significantly easier.

The only reason I can give is that it was a fake piece of entertainment for their amusement.

Again at this point it's all just a funny idea, but genuinely, nothing contradicts this, and it certainly would make a lot of things make sense. So get this:

Dazai knows Shibusawa is going to be some level of threat to Yokohama no matter what he does, so he brings together the three of them and goes, hey you know what would be fun? We have a little bet. A little game of among us if you will. So here's the deal. One night, three of us, two knives, one murder. We let you into Yokohama to start up your funny apocalypse thing you wanted to do, and I'll get this cool tower and we'll have a good time. We all get drunk, put on some atmospheric music.... Now here's the catch, MY role is I'm going to try to STOP the fog from killing everyone. Shibusawa, YOU have to try to stop ME from stopping YOU, and FYODOR, you're here because, idk, we like you and you want to kill us, I don't know, surprise us, come up with something insane, and the two of us will have to figure out what YOU'RE doing without spoiling it! We have a few months to all come up with our own plans and try to figure everyone else's out. Let's make this as insane as possible guys. We all have plenty of reasons to benefit from the other being dead, so, Winner gets to homoerotically murder the loser, but we're all suicidal here anyway, so it's really a win win situation no matter how you look at it. Does that sound good? And of course they both say yes and they start making plans and it's like, half a year before this thing happens.

It really means that they had to have all been in on every level of betrayal and decided to go in on it anyway, they had to agree to this stuff and then planned it all in their heads so some of it would be a surprise.

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ANYWAY MORE DUMB INCONSISTENCIES THAT I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO ACTUALLY PUT INTO A COHERENT ORDER

There's a significant amount of other things about this candy colored piece of nonsense though, specifically just, how absolutely batshit stupid the storyline itself is.

Like, Dazai, straight up fucking died. He passed away!! He, unalived, if you will!! He got stabbed by a poison knife and died! His ability stopped working and separated from his body which specifically said in the narrative would only happen if he Actually Died!

But then??????? Chuuya slaps him?????? And there's a pill in his mouth that he's somehow kept there for the whole night???? And he just!! Resurrects from the goddamn dead!

Yeah, I know it's supposed to be like that because blah blah snow white but SNOW WHITE IS THE MOST ILLOGICAL FAIRY TALE EVER and to convert that to anime is just. Wow the anti death pill that heals Stab Wounds, great job. It didn't even actually get swallowed by dazai, when Chuuya punched him! The pill CAME OUT OF HIS MOUTH. It popped ! Outside of his mouth! So he didn't swallow it either!

What the fuck happened then? Chuuya simply slapped him right out of hell. Man climbed back up eeby deeby screaming. I swear to fucking god.

It seemed that the pill which exploded several feet from his mouth also healed his stab wound, considering that the knife fucking disappeared from Dazai's back, along with all the blood.

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ON THE WORKINGS OF ABILITIES- another batshit theory

Ok, so, the whole workings of the fog regarding different abilities and stuff is also rather inconsistent.

It's stated Chuuya's ability works even in the fog because it's artificial, which makes fine sense if you've read stormbringer, yeah. But ok. If Chuuya doesn't need protection from the fog, then why when Dazai and Chuuya fall to the ground, Dazai is like "oh no you have to stay touching me because the fog isn't gone yet!!" DAZAI HE WAS FINE BEFORE YOU JUST WANT AN EXCUSE TO GO HOLD STILL GIRLIE *SHOVES YOU AGAINST MY CROTCH*

Also, why is atsushi's ability super fucking powerful? We still have not solved this. Still no one goddamn knows. He is an ability but he's also the antithesis of all abilities.... why did this have to be Atsushi, he's literally a fucking tiger? It actually makes no sense. If I was gonna choose someone to be the "antithesis of all abilities" it would be Dazai? I feel like that makes significantly more sense to be dazai here like seriously what's more "antithesis of all abilities" than an ACTUAL ABILITY THAT NULLIFIES ABILITIES? And it would have like. Actually made the movie make sense then. But no??

It's not only that that makes no sense, the whole premise of Shibusawa himself existing and the way the fog works is also, paradoxical in nature. It makes a little sense with stormbringer and the idea of these singularities, but. I'm sorry, if Dazai's ability doesn't work when he's dead, or like, apparently "really really close to dead but also Totally Fine after getting punched" according to 55 minutes logic (like. hi) then Shibusawa's ability can't work after his death either.

How shibusawa's ability works is that it separates someone from their ability, and when the original person dies, the ability becomes a crystal. Not like. A sentient ghost who forgets it died with a skull completely separate from his body. Like. Show me where that makes sense.

Fyodor's ability somehow makes even less sense. Ofc, we don't know a lot about his ability, and that's somewhat of the point. But like, without dead apple Existing, no one would question what Fyodor's ability was. Oh yeah, crime and punishment, he kills people that he judges guilty with a touch of his hand, ok. The specifics are a little hazy, maybe he controls the blood, maybe he controls the soul, maybe both. But you watch this goddamn fucking movie and somehow, his ability is its own singularity as well as Dazai's and Shibusawa's, and that is why they're all immune to the fog?

The question here then is... what is the singularity? What is the paradox of his ability, how are "crime" and "punishment" different yet something that would completely cancel each other out and make the fog not work?

Well. I have an idea. It is. Certainly not to be taken super seriously, but I think it would clear up a bit of what's going on in this shit show.

Personally, I think that Fyodor controls life- that he has the ability to resurrect people as well as kill them. Resurrecting is the "crime", killing is the "punishment". They go hand in hand, they cancel each other out, they tie into Fyodor's whole religious metaphor junk.

Ok, that makes sense right? Shibusawa issue solved, weird semantics with ability singularities and Shibusawa being like. The remnant of an ability just continuing to exist after death for no fucking particular reason solved. Dazai literally dying fr and then coming back to life with the most stupid reasoning ever solved.

Also, per my last essay, they're gay. So that's why he'd ressurect them over and over again.

Again, this is a very non-serious answer, however it does make a lot of sense somehow.

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The Aftermath TM (or lack thereof)

One of the funniest things about this movie is how nonsensical the whole premise of its existence within the bsd canonical universe is. They shoved it in the middle of season 2 and 3, but it was released after season three, so things got weird.

First of all, since season three was written first, obviously Fyodor's real introduction comes in season three. This is all fine and dandy out of universe (except if you watch it in chronological order and then you're just like? They're introducing this russian dude in dead apple as if I know who he is already? When this is... clearly his first appearance in Yokohama.) But in universe, after the events of dead apple, these people would know who Fyodor was already.

So, Dazai never informed anyone of Fyodor's existence or involvement in dead apple. Ok. Of course he wouldn't. They want to keep their relationship private. Alright.

Even though it happens canonically and chronologically before season three, it's only ever mentioned in season 3 literally twice (introducing fyodor as "that guy from the shibusawa incident" and just. literally. Dazai eating an apple when he sees Fyodor in the alley. Which is so subtext-ey as to barely even count.) But other than that it seems to be an event that like... just... no one talks about. At all. We don't know the aftermath of this event and it makes no sense how thing could have gone back to normal after this.

So yeah, that means he didn't open up and explain what happened. No one seemed to question Dazai's motives at all.

Ango knew Dazai was working with Shibusawa and presumably got kind of fucked up by them, yet. We get nothing about that. He never denied working with them, and yet, he just goes back to the ADA and no one fucking wonders whY THE SHIT HE DID THAT? They're literally like oh wow. Well that happened. I don't know what Dazai did and he doesn't care to tell us. Anyway haha don't do it again and you're fine lol

Second of all... literally 90% of the city FUCKING POPPED OUT OF EXISTENCE FOR A DAY. That is not a thing that can go unnoticed.

Imagine you're fucking? Just a normal dude in Yokohama. And you just. Don't exist for a bit. Or maybe you were hanging out in the backrooms and thought it was a dream or something. But imagine you pop back where you were and a whole calendar day has passed. There's crashed cars everywhere, evidence of many battles and lots of destroyed buildings, half of downtown is destroyed, that Weird Ass Tower fell down, there are at least a hundred Fucking Dead Bodies killed by mysterious means just, fucking, hanging out in really ridiculous places... and almost nobody remembers what happened.

This wasn't just a few people who disappeared, this was EVERYBODY. Are they just gonna pop back in their cars? Or the spot where they had disappeared? And just go? This is fine where did all these corpses come from? Half the buildings have been leveled by Dragon Shaped Footprints ah godzilla moment lol

How did they cover this up? How could Ango And The Government possibly fucking manage to contain something this size? Yokohama would look like it had just been through the fucking owari no seraph catastrophe. And yet. Somehow this isnt a problem.

Even the ability users seemed not to really bring this up at all after. Yknow. Ok. They treat it like a fever dream and never mention it again because that's what it was.

I think something that sums this up perfectly is the part at the end where the fourth wall kinda breaks a little and the writers apologize for all of their motives and actions being a hot mess. Tsujimura is like "hey ango lol... What TM" and Ango just turns around like "yeah you wouldn't understand... dazai and fyodor and shibusawa are just... you can't understand them... they're a lot like joker from the movie joker."

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boytouya · 3 years ago

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goosebumps

IGNORE THIS LOL MY BRAIN IS ROTTING. lowercase intended cause this isn’t a fic…this is what me rambling looks like

pairing: katsuki bakugo x male reader

katsuki bakugo, the loud and abrasive actor who is known for driving assistants insane, falling for the boy who does his makeup on set. you have excruciatingly soft hands that cup his cheek and press some sort of powder onto his face— and katsuki isn’t sure if he wants to crush your hand or hold it. he often finds you refilling mugs or struggling to pull apart reusable coffee lids because ‘i swear they’re glued together.’ but it never stops the actor from snatching it from you.

katsuki is strong, it’s always been painfully obvious because the actor loves to wear wife beaters in his free time (the kind that shows off his biceps, any movement he makes has him flexing against the soft cotton warming up his skin). he has no problem tearing the lids from each other, shoving them back into your chest with a grunt. you’d never admit how the display of strength makes your tongue feel thick in your mouth, how it turns your knees to jelly and electrifies the air as the A/C blows against your skin.

you’re not very good at stealing glances, he notes, because halfway through each set he can feel your gaze. it’d be cute if it weren’t so distracting, and before katsuki can gather his emotions he’s stomping over and snapping at you. his pink lips curled into a snarl as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt, vermillion eyes just about searing holes into your eye sockets and you swear you can hear his teeth grinding,

“don’t you know it’s rude to stare, huh?! your mom ever tell you that? what, are you motherless or somethin’?!”

you have to assure him that, yes, you were taught manners and, yes, you were aware staring was rude. you just couldn’t help it, not when he’s so captivating. the first thing anyone notices about katsuki is his attitude. hard to miss, almost forced upon any onlookers— but it’s the way he carries himself that really keeps you staring. he radiates confidence, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper jawline. you find yourself telling him to relax his jaw whenever you apply deeper shadows to his face (not that he needs them), your fingers finding a place just below his jaw. upon closer glance, you notice a long vein that travels past his throat, and you find yourself wondering how low it goes. his eyelashes are unfairly long, dark blond and perfectly curled upwards. you could only imagine how it’d look on a big screen. he doesn’t smile often, but when he does there are dents in his cheeks. dimples. down to his hearing aids, a bright shade of orange and red, he’s perfect.

BONUS:

“stop being so mean, man! everyone else is watching too.” eijirou, another actor— arguably the sweetest (besides izuku), with striking red hair finds himself next to you, his large hand gripping your shoulder with nothing but pure friendliness.

katsuki seems to dismiss kirishima with the flick of his wrist, his red eyes meeting yours before he adjusts his costume. clad to every inch of his figure, hugging the dips of his waist— resting where it should, his costume leaves an orange ‘X’ across his chest. there are green props attached fo his wrists, they’d later be edited into CGI gauntlets. contrary to popular belief, the actor designed them himself. you can tell he’s biting his tongue, swallowing whatever witty remark he’s just itching to reply with. his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, and he finds that he himself has the staring problem. “whatever.”

he keeps his eyes on you for five long, lingering seconds. the red in them had never seemed so bright, sparkling under the fluorescent stage lights. the warmth of eijirou’s palm leaves your shoulder (as if him and katsuki have some sort of unspoken agreement), and before you know it, they’re back to shooting the scene.

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hqamore · 4 years ago

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boreal star ✵ chapter two

kirigan wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t care for appearance and reputation. he supposed he would have to tiptoe around you until you showed your cards. until then, he’d have you play new recruit.

series genre: romance & angst

series pairing: [past?] general kirigan (the darkling/aleksander) x reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: slight suggestive theme (mentioned in passing)

note: wow. i’m absolutely astonished with the enthusiasm the first chapter had. thank you guys so much! i have two exams next week so i’m not entirely sure if i’ll be able to update. i will try my best :)

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“here’s your room.” aleksander gestured to a room that was vaguely familiar.

brows furrowed, you turned to him. “your room is next to this one.”

his eyes rounded in mock innocence. “really? i hadn’t noticed.”

your nose crinkled in distaste as you glimpsed down the hall. “what of my old bedroom?”

“someone else is staying in there,” his arms folded across his chest. “alina starkov, the sun summoner.”

“oh? it’s to be expected, i suppose,” you bobbed your head, stepping to explore the room. “why create another staged cage when you already have one ready?”

“what?”

you observed the flowers by the bedside and plucked one out to tuck it behind your ear. “you like to give your prized cattle the very best so they may feel important, no? it makes it so much easier to subdue them.”

“what? prized cattle? alina’s not— you were never—”

while he wrestled for a response, you continued to inspect the room before happening upon a locked door. “where does this door lead to?”

“my room,” aleksander cleared his throat, recovering from your accusations.

you froze, your hands twitching, before you tore away from the door. “your room?”

“my bedroom, specifically,” he clarified. in that moment, he looked like the cat that ate the canary.

“why would anyone want to have a room connected to yours?”

looking into a mirror, aleksander fixed his appearance. “well, i assume these rooms were designed with my future lover in mind,” he replied.

bitterness rang throughout your body as you barked out a laugh. “your lover? to think you wouldn’t jump at the chance to house your precious sun summoner here. what? was there a snag in your plan to seduce her? a boyfriend back home?”

at his silent admission, your jaw dropped. then, genuine laughter erupted from you, causing you to lean on the bedpost. your knees nearly gave in until you saw his glare. you took deep breaths and tried to stifle your amusement behind your hand.

“i’m sorry. it’s rude to laugh,” you surrendered. while your giggles subdued, he remained silent. aleksander’s reflection was eerily still, his eyes far away from reality. when you stepped towards him, he broke from his stupor and made for the door.

“rest up. you have a full day ahead of you tomorrow.” he began closing the door when he paused just before it shut. “goodnight, [y/n].”

well, that was odd.

✵✵✵

with the sun high in the sky, aleksander walked with you to the training grounds.

“do all new recruits get escorted by you or is this arrangement special?” you walked beside him with your hands linked in front of you. you sported your new deep blue kefta with white detailing.

“i can’t risk you disrupting alina’s training with your spitefulness. whatever i may or may not be planning for her, she’s still ravka’s only hope of banishing the fold,” he said. “my accompanying you is a precaution as well as your formal introduction to the second army.”

as you approached your destination, you spotted multiple grisha huddled in a ring. two of them were fighting in the middle.

“you teach them physical combat now?”

“you’d be surprised how often we lose grisha to drüskelle because they’ve tied their hands. they cannot always rely on their powers,” he droned.

off to the side, you spotted a burly man. “you have a shu training them?”

aleksander looked down at you, “he used to be a mercenary. i think you’ll find him adequate.”

“i think you’ll find i’m already above your training,” you whispered as everyone turned their attention to you or, rather, aleksander.

the shu made his way over and bowed, “general kirigan, i had no idea you would be joining us today.”

you see a girl peek her head out from the corner of your eye, her face lighting up at the darkling’s entrance.

alina starkov. i see she already holds some sort of affection for him.

the general raised his hand, “please, botkin. i am only here to introduce everyone to our newest member, [y/n]. they’re a gravity summoner.”

at the sound of your name, you reverted your attention to the crowd and gave a small smile. placing a hand on the small of your back, aleksander guided you to the center.

“actually, i was hoping you could evaluate their combat skills.”

you whipped your head around, staring at him incredulously. he didn’t change his diplomatic smile when he met your eyes.

“that is no problem, general.” botkin faced you and gestured to the crowd. “please, choose your opponent.”

your eyes scanned the crowd before you smirked inwardly. “if it’s no trouble to the general, i would like to fight him,” you requested. “i’ve only ever heard how powerful general kirigan is and, well, if he is the standard…”

the grisha around you looked at you as if you were insane. you peeked through your lashes at aleksander whose eye was ever so slightly twitching. before botkin could voice his disapproval, aleksander shrugged his kefta off.

“why not? i can’t remember the last time someone challenged me so bravely.”

you grinned as you threw off your own kefta. out of the corner of your eye, you saw the sun summoner pushing her way into the circle with a dazzled look. botkin warily lifted his hand. “no using your powers. only your fists and wits.”

you nodded and took an offensive position. botkin threw his hand down, “fight!”

you dropped down, doing a low spinning kick, and swept aleksander off his feet. he landed on his back with shock evident on his face. you then pressed your knee onto his diaphragm and gripped his sleeve. grinning, you gave him a cheeky smile.

“i don’t think i’ve ever had you on your back,” you said in a hushed voice.

with annoyance written on his face, he grabbed the lapel of your shirt and pulled you off him. he trapped your arms by your sides as he straddled you.

“because you always liked it when i was in control,” he smirked as you rolled your eyes. you thrusted your left hip up, effectively throwing him off balance and freeing you. you both scrambled to stand. aleksander crept closer to you and threw a punch. before his fist made contact, you blocked it and gripped his arm. you threw him over your shoulder and stepped on his shoulder joint. he groaned under the pressure when you leaned down.

“it’s a good thing i came to my senses then,” you said. “yield.”

he narrowed his eyes before you shifted your weight onto your foot. with the discomfort and pain rising, he quickly tapped your calf. you moved off him and offered a hand. he begrudgingly took it, allowing you to pull him up. the grisha stared with open mouths. you sheepishly smiled and hurriedly put your hands behind your back.

“i apologize, general kirigan. it seems i didn’t know my own strength,” you said in deceiving shyness.

he smiled tensely and slipped his kefta back on. “no, i am glad you are so advanced. it makes it all the more assuring that you are with us for the war effort.”

you bowed your head and brushed the dirt off your kefta, shrugging it back on. without another word, he left, alina following in his wake.

botkin clapped his hand on your shoulder. “you are an impressive fighter. where did you learn?”

“shu han. i lived there until hearing about the sun summoner.”

the man looked surprised before nodding. “your fighting style did appear familiar.” after that, he left you to be greeted by the others.

they were mostly friendly, some talking nonstop about how you defeated general kirigan. you just brushed it off as him going easy on a new recruit. you noticed another girl, a squaller judging by her kefta, glaring at you before stalking off.

“don’t worry about her,” a voice said. you turned to see none other than alina starkov herself. “apparently, she hates anyone that’s a threat to her spot as general kirigan’s favorite.”

“she must be delusional because there was nothing about that interaction that hinted at favoritism,” you snorted as you held a hand out. “[y/n].”

“i heard. i’m alina starkov.” she shook your hand with a bright smile. “it’s nice not to be the only new person.”

you returned her smile, “it all does feel rather isolating, doesn’t it?”

she laughed and nodded. “my friend, mal, and i never really liked grisha. they acted like they were the elite.”

ah, is mal the boyfriend?

“if i’m honest, i don’t like them either. i actually ran from ravka when i found out i was grisha,” you said honestly. “i guess i couldn’t run far enough.”

her eyebrows lifted, “oh? where did you run?”

“shu han. a nice place once the villagers get to know you.”

she tilted her head with confusion etching her face. “don’t they, you know, kill grisha?”

you scrunched your nose, “not as much on the outskirts. but, it gave me more reasons to hide my powers.”

“does that mean you’ll have to take lessons with baghra too?”

your shoulders tensed at the mention of the older grisha. you put on a grimacing smile, “i suppose so.”

oh, baghra’s going to kill me when she sees me.

with knowing eyes, alina grabbed your hands. “don’t worry. she’s a bit mean, but she does help you control your powers. 100% success rate, i hear.”

you nodded, patting alina’s hands, before withdrawing yours to your sides.

“alina!” two girls called. they waved their hands to usher her over.

alina looked at you apologetically. “sorry, i’ve got to go. lessons with baghra, actually.”

you sent her off with a wave. “it’s fine. it’s not like we won’t see each other again.”

she grinned, “right. i’d really like to be your friend, [y/n].”

you couldn’t help but soften at her words. “we already are, alina.”

her grin grew wider before she departed with her other friends, leaving you with your thoughts.

so full of life, that one. no wonder aleksander’s drawn to her. the brighter the light, the darker the shadows. let’s just hope he doesn’t snuff her out.

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Our Song

At the last show of his tour, Kells invites you on stage for a duet, but it turns into a bit more than that.

Request: “Can you do one where the reader and Colson both are music artist. I know you're doing this with "The Thing We Can't Tell Pete about. But with this one they have been dating for a while and while they are in the middle of the song Colson decides to announce they're dating and gives her a kiss in front of the crowd, and the reader is just in shock. However it ends it up to you. Love ya!!!!!!!!”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: implied smut/ mentions of sex, cursing

A/N: So, I used my own lyrics in here because why not (sue me I guess)

Word Count: 2326

The last two months had been absolute hell on Earth. Yes, you loved your job. Recording your third studio album was exciting but being busy all the time was exhausting. On top of that, your boyfriend being off on tour meant you hadn’t seen him in person in two months, which was driving you even more insane.

It also meant you hadn’t had sex in almost two months.

You’d called each other every night, even if you were both drunk off your asses or faded beyond belief. It had become your routine; get home from the studio, grab something to eat, then hop into the bath and facetime your blond boyfriend.

Tonight, was no exception, but the energy on the call was different. Colson was coming home tomorrow. Granted, he would be going straight to the venue for his concert, but he’d be here.

“You’re still coming tomorrow, right princess?” He asked, a joint hanging from his lips.

You smiled, nodding, “I haven’t seen you in two months. If I’m not there, you should assume I’m dead.”

He chuckled, “good.” He hesitated before continuing, “I was thinking you could perform with me. We haven’t performed White Sea in like a year.”

You bit your lip at the thought of performing with him again. He was right, after you’d finished live performance promo for the song, neither of you had performed it together. “Yeah, I’m down.”

The song was the first one you’d written together; it was actually the whole reason you’d met. “You don’t think people will get suspicious though? I mean, people are already catching on. I feel like performing it out of the blue would add fire to the flames.”

He thought about it, the wheels turning in his head. “I think it’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not exactly a secret.”

You nodded, “I know, we’ve just never really talked about telling people.” The last two words came out softer than you had intended.

Colson and you had been together for a year and still hadn’t officially told anyone outside of your closest circles. You liked the privacy, and getting the media involved always caused problems. So, you kept it to yourself. People saw you out together, but nothing had been confirmed.

Colson left the conversation there, not having a good answer. You had both agreed a long time ago that if people figured it out or someone slipped up and told you would be okay with it, and you would. You just didn’t think it was a big deal if people knew or not.

He started talking about his day on tour, the crowd he’d played to tonight. You told him about the song you were working on. Eventually he got called away by the boys.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” He smiled at you through your phone.

You smiled, “You better. I-“ You almost slipped up. Almost said those three words so casually. But you’d caught yourself. “I can’t wait.” You covered.

He gave you a small wave before your screen went back, the sound of the line disconnecting ringing through your bathroom. You put your phone on the floor next to the tub, leaning your head back and sighing.

You don’t know why it worried you so much. You knew you loved him, and you were pretty sure he loved you too. There was just something about saying out loud that scared the hell out of you.

The next day was amazing. As soon as he texted you that he’d gotten to the venue, you were rushing to meet him there. When you stepped into the green room where he was, he ran up to you and grabbed you by your waist. Your arms went around his neck, legs around his as he lifted you up, burying his face into your shoulder.

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled into your skin. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, holding him closely.

“I missed you too.” You whispered. He lifted his head up and pressed a deep kiss to your lips as your feet came down to touch the floor again. His lips were so familiar, it felt like the world had shifted back into place when you felt them on yours.

He pulled away, forehead and nose still pressed against yours. Your hands travelled from his neck to his shoulders, rubbing the fabric of his t-shirt. “I didn’t think I was gonna survive another night without you.” You said with a slight giggle, making him laugh.

“Well now you don’t have to worry about that.” He said, pressing a peck to your lips.

Before you could pull him back to your lips, your moment was interrupted. “We get it, you guys are cute. Whatever. Can we get hugs from our favorite girl?” Irv joked, pulling your attention to the group of guys near the couches in the room.

One of the things you loved most about being with Colson was how accepting his friends were of you. Slim and you had bonded over your love of music production and mixing, Baze had taught you some more complicated bass riffs, and Rook was your designated adventure buddy (after Colson, of course). You felt lucky that your boyfriend’s family had taken you in as one of their own.

You ran over to them, giving each of the guys a hug. When you hugged Ashleigh, she whispered in your ear, “don’t ever leave me alone with these lunatics again.” You both giggled at that, leaving the boys confused.

After messing around backstage for a while and catching up with your friends (mostly from the comfort of Colson’s lap), it was time for the guys to perform. You set up your spot side-stage with Ash, Irv, and Andre, excited to see the set.

Before he went on, Colson came over to you and pulled you in for a very giddy kiss. Pre-show Colson was your favorite Colson, except for maybe post-show Colson, only because he was so excitable. Every time you sat show side, he demanded you give him a good luck kiss. No matter who was watching.

Watching him was magical, in fact watching all the boys was magical. The way their passion showed through the music and the performance was something that not many other artists could perfect. You felt like you’d never match their level of performing.

When Colson brought out his acoustic guitar and two bar stools, you were a bit taken aback. Normally his shows were so high energy that he never wanted to sit down, even during the slower songs. It wasn’t really his style.

“I wanted to bring out a very special guest today to help slow this down a bit.” He said to the crowd as they screamed. “I haven’t performed this song in a very long time, but I figured today would be the perfect time to do it.”

He looked over at you, a smile on his face. It finally registered in his mind that he was talking about your song. Luckily, you’d had ears put in at the beginning of the show, so that wasn’t an issue. One of the venue’s techs handed you a microphone and signaled you to go on stage.

Once you came in view of the audience they erupted into another round of cheers, making you smile. Colson met you halfway and pulled you in for a sweaty hug. He led you over to the chairs, letting you sit down while he adjusted his mic stand. “For those of you who don’t know, not that there should be anyone who doesn’t know who this is, but just in case, this is Y/S/N. We wrote this song a little over a year ago today.”

You smiled as he started to strum the familiar intro, the lights dimming just a little bit.

Drownin’ in empty space.

You started singing.

Don’t even know my name

Feels like you’re miles away

Close my eyes, see your face

It’s okay

Rook brought the drum beat in as Colson smiled at you, his verse starting

Yeah

I was drownin’ in this darkness

Feeling like I was so heartless

All these drugs makin things harder

They tried to turn me to a martyr

You loved watching him party on stage, but you loved watching this side of him, too. Completely stripped down and raw. Hearing him rap the words you wrote together made your heart flutter, even if you’d written them so long ago.

I can’t handle shit I’m just a man

I tried to tell ‘em, they don’t understand

Riptide’s pulling me away from land

I couldn’t stand till you reached out your hand

And now I can.

The rest of the music came in, the sounds mixing as you began the chorus.

Drownin’ in empty space

Don’t even my name

Feels like you’re miles away

Close my eyes, see your face

The key raised.

Out on the open sea

Feel your eyes watching me

Wanted to fall asleep

Now I believe.

The music kept playing, but Colson’s rap didn’t enter like it was supposed to. Instead, he just looked at you, a fond smile on his face. You tilted your head, questioning him, but he just placed his guitar on the ground and kept looking at you.

“I just want to let everyone here know, that today is my one-year anniversary with this amazing woman right here.” He said into the mic, causing the audience to burst into screams. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening.

He caught your expression and laughed but kept going. “It wasn’t a secret that we’ve been together, but we’ve been quiet about it. But I mean, like, fuck that shit. When you’re in love you should tell everyone, right?”

You smiled at him, your heart picking up speed. “And Y/N I am so fucking in love with you.”

You looked down, trying to hide the heat on your cheeks and the idiotic grin you were sporting. You had never expected this from him. “Like, seriously, this past year has been the best year of my life. Even when we aren’t together you are the one thing that I look forward to the most, every day. You are one of the best things in my life, and I want everyone to know that.”

During his little monologue he had walked over to your chair and pulled you up into his arms. You nuzzled your face into his bare chest, making him laugh. He pulled the microphone away from you both so it wouldn’t pick up your conversation.

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly and you complied. “I love you.”

You had tears in your eyes as you studied his perfect features, “I love you, too.” You whispered. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while I just…”

“I know, princess.” He smiled, leaning down and pressing your lips together in a sweet, passionate kiss. The audience erupted in applause, cheers, and awes. “Are you gonna say anything?” He asked once you’d pulled away, motioning to the audience with a smile on his face. You shook your head, burying it back in his chest and laughing. He spoke into the microphone, “she got all shy now.”

The crowd laughed with him, shouting supportive comments at you both. “But she said she loves me too so that’s all that matters.” He continued, earning even more cheers.

After the show, Colson came backstage and immediately attached his lips to yours, hands holding you close. You pulled him into one of the unused dressing rooms, mouths never leaving each other. He hoisted you onto the counter, standing in between your legs, and leaned your back against the mirror.

Finally, he released your lips from his, making you whine. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about all this, but after last night I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. And you just looked so pretty out there that I-“ You cut him off with a kiss, lips moving together slowly.

He chuckled as you pulled away. “Colson, I loved it. I was hella embarrassed because the first time you told me you loved me was in front of thousands of people, but I loved it. And I love you.”

He smiled, pressing a peck to your lips. “How much do you love me?” He asked, slyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing something was up. “Depends on your next statement.”

A laugh fell from his mouth as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small rectangular box. “Because I really hope it’s a lot.”

“What are you doing?” You asked him, giggling.

He lifted the lid off of the box to reveal a key with your first initial painted on one side and a C on the other. “You don’t have to, but if you wanted to maybe think about moving in with me, now you have a key.” He smiled as you took the metal in your hands.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, lips open in shock. “So, you’re asking me to move in with you?” You confirmed.

“Only if you want to. But yes.”

You smiled, looking back down to the key and then up to his face before pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Your arms went around his neck and his hands went to your waist. “Of course, I want to, dummy.” You giggled and reconnected your lips.

“We’re supposed to go out and celebrate the last night of tour tonight, you’re gonna come, right?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“You act like I don’t wanna be around you.” You pushed his chest playfully. “But we might be a couple minutes late.” You smirk.

Colson raised an eyebrow, “oh yeah? And why is that?”

Instead of responding you just giggled and pulled him back into a kiss.

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