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babyleostuff · 1 year ago

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SUPER DRIVE

・❥・ for the 2k followers event

summary: the one where your boyfriend tries teaching you one of their choreographies, but you end up in the hospital

pairing: idol!hoshi x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship | word count: 2k

warnings | a couple of swear words, and one suggestive joke

“Are you trying to get me killed?”

Having a boyfriend who was a dancer was a dream and a nightmare at once. You loved watching him on stage and in practice, how he changed into a whole different person when he worked on a new choreography, working his ass off until dusk - you felt so proud whenever he ran straight to you at the backstage after they won an award.

But right now you wanted to curse him more than ever. This wasn’t the first time Hoshi tried to teach you one of their choreographies, but it had to be the first time that he wanted you to fall face flat into the ground.

“How am I even supposed to move my foot like that?” You looked at his reflection in the mirror, horrified. “Oh come on, it’s not that hard, you just have to,” and then proceeded to make the most confusing moves known to humankind.

Your boyfriend was an excellent teacher, that was not up for debate, but it seemed that he forgot you weren’t a dancer - you struggled with learning the choreo for Darling, and now he wanted you to dance to Super like it was Macarena.

“Baby, slow down, please,” you whined, pulling at his arms to stop him from moving. “I know you’re this cool super star dancer and shit, but I don’t know if you’ve noticed, I’m not,” you pointed to yourself, looking at him with a serious expression.

He laughed, pulling you to a sweaty embrace, his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I’ll go a bit slower ‘kay?” He looked down at you with a smile and you rolled your eyes, because you knew it wouldn’t help much. “What are you smirking at Kwon Soonyoung?”

“Nothing,” he murmured, running his knuckle across your cheek. “Very funny,” you snorted, pushing him away, though he didn’t move much. Damn you muscles. “Keep joking like that, and you won’t get dinner for the next month.”

“I could live without that,” he smiled, turning back to the mirror.

“Okay then, I won’t suck yo-,”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Let’s get back to dancing.”

You smirked watching how his ears turned slightly red, as he tried to concentrate on the choreo.

The sun had long set when you finally got the first steps and could easily dance the chorus of the song, which earned you a total of fifteen kisses from Soonyoung messily placed all across your face. “I told you you could do it,” he couldn’t stop smiling as he watched you dance more comfortably now.

Soonyoung loved dancing as much as he loved you - he breathed and lived for performing, and he never thought he’d find someone who’d be as supportive as you were. Even if you had to come to the studio in the middle of the night because he was having a mental breakdown - you never complained, you were there for him through thick and thin, and he’d never be able to thank you enough for that.

You were his comfort place, his safe haven, and Sooyoung would do anything to make you happy in return.

But almost killing you - that wasn't on his list.

“Okay, babe, let’s teach you the next part.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. You weren't sure if it was because you had been dancing for the past couple of hours, or if it was just because you were hungry, but you felt your vision blur a bit. But that didn’t matter - your boyfriend looked over the moon as he showed you the next steps, trying to take it as slow as he could so you could match his pace.

Besides, you were sure you'd get better in a second.

“Did you get it?” Soonyoung turned around, his sweaty black bangs sticking to his forehead. If you weren’t feeling so bad you’d run your hand through his hair, pushing them back from his eyes. He always scrunched his eyes adorably whenever you did that. “Baby, you okay?” your boyfriend asked, this time more concerned.

“Of course, don’t worry,” you tried to sound as convincing as possible. You didn’t want to cut your date short just because you were feeling a bit off. With their tight schedule and overseas trips you weren’t sure when would be the next time you’d get so much time for yourselves, and if you told him you weren’t feeling good, he’d immediately make you go home. “I just had to take a short break,” you smiled.

Although Hoshi didn’t seem that convinced, looking a bit sceptical back at you, he resumed his explanation on the choreo as you tried to follow along. A couple of minutes passed and you actually started to feel a bit better, you even went back to bickering with him, as he laughed at you failing miserably at a certain step.

“Next time,” you said, gasping for air. “We’re going to have a cooking date, and then we’ll see who’ll be the one laughing, you moron.”

“Hey! You didn’t have to agree to this,” your boyfriend whined, looking at you with the biggest boba ball eyes. “I’m just kidding, baby, you know I love dancing with you. I just didn’t realise how extreme this choreo is.”

“Let’s just finish up this part, and go home, yeah?”

You nodded, as Soonyoung placed a kiss on your forehead, caressing the back of your head. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. No matter how much I laugh at you, you’re fucking amazing,” you scrunched your nose at his corniness, as he pecked your forehead again.

And that’s when the blurriness came back. With nausea this time.

Now you were sure you needed to eat something or else you’d collapse, but that would mean you’d have to leave the studio because neither of you thought about bringing any snack with you. You just decided to push through it, a couple of minutes wouldn’t make a big difference anyway.

“And then you do the jump, but watch your feet because you have to kind of twist them like this when you land,” Hoshi showed you the footwork and how you were supposed to finish the step, looking at you carefully through the mirror. “Got it, babe?”

You nodded your head, though you weren’t sure how much of what he had just shown you you got. Soonyoung pulled out his phone, turning on the music, totally oblivious to how much you were struggling next to him.

For a while you were doing great - you followed Hoshi’s every step as best as you could, paying attention to your footwork and arms. You could do this, it was almost over.

But the moment your foot touched the floor after the jump, you felt a sudden ache in your ankle radiating up your entire leg and before you knew what was happening, you fell unconscious to the floor. A panicked “baby” was the last thing you heard before everything turned black.

Soonyoung knew something was wrong, he was your boyfriend - of course he knew when you were unwell, he was too in love with you not to notice it. If he only knew how badly you were feeling he’d carry your stubborn ass home himself, because he knew that there was no way you’d leave the studio, you’d just keep on repeating that you were fine.

The plan was to finish the last part of the dance, hug the shit out of you as a reward, and drive you home, so you could eat and rest, but everything went to shit as he saw how your foot twisted in a weird angle, as it met the ground after the jump. Hoshi had never been so grateful for his quick reflexes, because the moment he saw your body unconsciously fall to the floor, he rushed towards you, catching you in his arms.

"Baby? Baby, please open your eyes," Hoshi felt his arms shaking as he gently lifted your head off the floor to place it on his lap. "Baby," his voice cracked with helplessness. What was he supposed to do now? Wait until you wake up, take you to the hospital, or call an ambulance?

The only thing that kept him from going completely crazy was the slight rise and fall of your chest - you were breathing.

"Why didn't you tell me you felt so bad, you idiot?" he sighed, brushing your hair away from your forehead.

The cold December air was blowing through the open window and Soonyoung could feel the goosebumps on your skin, but he didn't want to close it, you had to have some access to fresh air - it was the least he could do - but he also didn't want you to freeze. He quickly took off his flannel shirt and covered your body with it. Maybe it wasn't the warmest, but at least because it was a few sizes too big for you, it covered your whole body.

"Hey, baby? Please wake up," he whispered, his lips against your forehead. He kissed it tenderly, and in that moment, Soonyoung promised himself that when you woke up, he wouldn't leave your side for the next week. He would follow you everywhere, he would be as clingy as a puppy, but there is no chance that you would get rid of him.

He had no idea how long it was before your eyes finally slowly opened. "W-what happened?" You croaked, trying to get up. “Hey hey, not so fast,” Soonyoung scolded you in, holding you down so you were still lying on his lap. "You overworked yourself and fainted. Why didn't you tell me right away how bad you felt?"

You sighed and looked at his worried face. It was obvious how concerned he was. "I didn't want to worry you, and besides, I knew that if I said something, you would tell me to go home. And... I thought nothing that terrible would happen," you admitted.

"Of course I'd tell you to go home, you little genius,” he snickered, rubbing soothing circles onto your hip. “I can't believe you're the one who's always mad at me for working too much and when you're the one who's worse!"

You would have agreed with him if it weren't for the pain in your ankle that wouldn't go away.

“Could you check my ankle, honey? It hurts,” you said, and quickly noticed how your boyfriend’s brows furrowed even more. “I’m sure it’s okay, it just stings a bit,” you tried reassuring him.

You heard him curse silently, and you were about to ask him what was wrong, when you felt pain shoot through your ankle, making you whine because of the ache. “Shit, we have to get you to the hospital,” he said, gently laying your foot down, so he wouldn’t cause any more pain.

“What do you mean?” You asked concerned, and tried lifting yourself up to look at your foot. “Lay down or I’m going to tie you down,” he said, and you decided to do as he said because you felt sorry for how shaken he seemed. “Soonyoung, baby, look at me,” you said, running your hand over his cheek. "No, no, we have to call an ambulance a-and they will take you and it won't hurt anymore, I p-promise."

“Soonyoung, calm down!" You had to raise your voice slightly because it looked like your boyfriend was about to cry. "Everything's fine, it’s just a sprained ankle."

“Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!” He yelled, tugging at his hair, making a mess on his head. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and you seriously had to do something to calm him down.

"But Soonyoung, you can take me to the hospital, we don't have to call an ambulance," he looked at you, surprised for some reason. "You want me to drive you?"

“Yes,” now you were the one who was confused. Why was he so surprised that you wanted him to drive you to the hospital?

"So you trust me behind the wheel?"

"Baby, what do you mean? Of course I do," you said immediately, grabbing his hand.

"And you're not afraid to come with me?"

“Soonyoung, what are you talking about?”

"I just feel like not everyone feels safe with me driving, and I thought you'd feel better taking the ambulance," he said quietly, looking down. As if the pain from your ankle moved to your heart, you grabbed his hand tighter and brought your joined hands to your chest.

"There is no other person in the world with whom I feel as safe as with you."

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crystaleclipse10 · 5 months ago

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A look into the Ninja's powers

Welcome to my analysis of the powers of each of the 6 main Ninja. How each power feels and its source for each Elemental Master, and how it reflects in their personalities. This has headcanons and canon explanation. Hopefully it all makes sense

Cole: Cole’s power comes from deep within the ground. He can feel the power of the earth in his guts, strong and steady. It’s grounding. It’s constant. The earth is always somewhere below him. No matter where he is, somewhere there’s earth—whether it’s deep within a mountain, everywhere; or leagues under the sea; or so far beneath the sky it is practically invisible—it will never not be there. It’s reliable. Yet it takes different forms: dirt, rocks, magma, sand; it’s all part of the ground, versatile. It’s protective; it encases and preserves ancient ruins and fossils, it gives shelter to those seeking refuge. It connects all living things—it reaches every part of the world. It cannot be forced to move, but it can be guided. It is the foundation of everything.

“You've never been farther underground. Never been more surrounded by the very thing that powers you. The Skull Sorcerer thought he was burying you, but what if he was actually bringing you closer to the earth? To the source of your elemental power?” “So what do I do? Try to connect with the earth?” “Perhaps. Or perhaps you just have to stop worrying so much and let the earth connect with you.”

Zane: Zane can sense his ice powers in his mind. It can exist in the coldest of climates, and when it melts, turns into something just as powerful; it is not wasted. It carves its way through anything—glaciers. The rivers of ice creep forward slowly but surely, taking everything in its path. It’s steady and cold, but its bite can be unrelenting. Frostbite, hypothermia—just as cold as ice is. And icicles, especially when shot as a projectile, are like daggers; sharp and dangerous. But it can numb pain. It tames something burning hot into something pleasantly warm. It is hard and strong, but it can crack—and if that happens, it can be made whole again with a little time. It is reliable and quiet. It can create a protective barrier. It’s there when it needs to be.

“This isn’t about numbers…it’s about family.” “He’s protecting us.” “I am a Nindroid, and Ninja never quit. Go Ninja, go!”

Jay: Lightning. He can feel it buzzing on his skin and nerves, able to be condensed and controlled. Pure energy, electricity. It’s volatile and dangerous. But it can be essential to life. It’s everywhere—thunderstorms, static, neurons firing in the brain. If it wasn’t for electricity, the brain would cease to function and life couldn’t exist. It’s quick—blink and it’s gone, just a thread of light that comes and goes. But its impact is remembered. A thunderous boom, a scar of soot, sometimes even a blaze set in its wake. Its glow is practically too bright to look at; a source of light for even the darkest of caves. Just one spark can start a fire or illuminate a building. It’s a source of power—for vehicles, technology, buildings. Even though it is not always visible, lightning and electricity are all around, ready to be called upon.

“Control the power inside you. When you feel a surge welling up, harness it.”

Kai: Kai’s power over fire comes from the breath—air is fuel for fire, and controlled breathing can control the blaze. It is not a matter of force—though hot anger can stoke fire—but harnessing the buzzing potential in the air. Fire can be destructive; a wildfire is chaotic, unyielding, and intense, burning everything in its path. But it can be life-giving, too. It’s cozy. It provides warmth on the coldest of nights. It can cook food, boil water, ward off frost. It is the essence of the sun—the largest blaze that allows life to exist. It burns with passion and ferocity, but if it loses strength, there will always be an ember remaining. Almost nothing can beat back a big, hot fire. It can be a weapon or a defense; it hurts to touch, and no one without immunity would dare go near. Without fire, life could not be sustained.

“I just wish I still had my powers. I was Master of Fire. I could've made a new fire like—like...like this.” “Oh, do not worry, Kai. Elemental Power comes from within, like courage. Sometimes it wanes, sometimes it waxes, but it cannot be stolen.”

Nya: The power of water flows through her veins. Water is ever-changing and powerful. Even the strongest rocks erode under the power of water. It’s relentless. It can defeat ghosts because it is always changing and shifting, while ghosts are stuck trying to be one thing and refuse to change. It cleanses and heals. The first thing to do for something dirty is to wash it with water. And it’s part of blood, something vital for people to live. It’s restless. The ocean never stays still; it does not like to be contained. The tides are as constant as they are powerful. The entire ocean moves with the tides; the constant in and out of so much water shapes the coasts. Rivers bend and flow around obstacles; no matter what is in the way, it will eventually reach the ocean—the largest body of water filled with plants and animals. Water supports life and creates ecosystems. It’s the heart of the wild.

“Jay, the ocean's good for much more than food. As we go deeper, I can feel its elemental power growing. It's almost overwhelming.”

Lloyd: Perhaps the most vague but also the most powerful element is Lloyd’s. Is it Power? Creation? Energy? Life? Lloyd is connected to the Source Dragon of Life, not Energy. Whatever the case, it comes from his heart. If it is Life, that is where it is strongest—the beating of a heart shows life in a living being; it is impossible to live without a heart. It’s everywhere—inside Lloyd, in his comrades, his students, his masters, nature around him. His love for the world is his true self and makes his heart powerful. His goodness gives him strength. His drive to save the world fuels his passion. Life is inside of him, but it can also be taken away. It can heal, but also hurt. When it is taken away, overused, or corrupted, it leaves him weakened and sick. But it can save his life in a fight—and it has. It is a combination of the core elements of Creation: Lightning, Ice, Fire, and Earth—LIFE (thank you @secretlyharumi for helping me realize this!). They can be utilized individually, but also combined into something potent and beautiful. Without life, nothing would exist. It is the thread of the universe, stitching together things similar and different; big and small.

“I’m already the Golden Ninja. How much more power do I need?” “You’ve only scratched the surface! You have the potential to move mountains. Power of the First Spinjitzu Master!”

I like the idea the Ninja's personalities and powers are mixed

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nikkotinamide · 1 year ago

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my observations and take on some nuances not conveyed in translation

my drawn out summary part 2!

*Disclaimer: I'm not critiquing existing translations, I think the translators have done a phenomenal job! Just wanted to add my 2 cents worth.

Part 1

Language Use in Kiseki

Ep 4 Cont

More tears. This scene hurts so bad. Ai Di actually says "Blind or what? Having followed him for so long, it's not as though unaware of whom he likes..." It's difficult to translate these lines because there are no first person pronouns used. On one hand, it's Ai Di scolding himself for holding on to his unrequited feelings for Chen Yi (seen in the translation above). On the other hand, he is also scolding Chen Yi for the same thing with regards to CDY.

Ep 5

Time for some comedy to soothe the angst. Our boy really went to school punning and naming himself Edison (and I think the intent was with Thomas Edison in mind lmao).

Ep 8

There's so much we don't know about Ai Di. Here Chen Yi actually asks if Ai Di wants to return to school. Coupled with how Ai Di deflected and told him to stop joking around, and how he told Zong Yi he doesn't need to attend school because he's a genius, it suggests that Ai Di has some regrets about not having the normal life peers his age lead.

Ep 9 💔

This was the most heartbreaking scene imo. Here Ai Di says "你再怎么喜欢他，你再怎么努力，他看的永远不会是你。" - "No matter how much you like him, no matter how hard you try, the one he looks at will forever not be you." While it's clear it's directed at Chen Yi, to a degree it's also Ai Di directing it at himself.

He goes on to say "会看着你的他妈只有我。" 他妈 is a vulgarity (essentially meant to insult someone's mother) which the subtitles and translation have censored, and this line translates into "The only fucking person who will look at you is me."

Let's make it angstier. Ai Di says "只有我，从小看到大。我蠢，我猪。", which has been translated into "Only I, for all my life...I'm such a stupid fool". The translation is fine but it doesn't reflect just how vulnerable Ai Di was in this moment, as though he heart was breaking right alongside Chen Yi’s. My translation would be "Only I, since I was young till now when I am old, have been looking at you. I'm naive. I'm foolish."

This is the line that has made me tear every single rewatch. Ai Di isn't stupid but he is aware that he is being foolish, chasing so desperately all his life after someone who doesn't see him as anything more than a brother .

Ai Di regrets and he says "这件事我帮你扛，抵昨天晚上的事情行吧。我说行就行。" which has been translated into "I'll take the blame for you to make up for what I did to you last night. It's a deal." I felt it was more of a resigned question Ai Di poses, "I'll carry the blame for you, to make up for yesterday night's affair, alright? If I say that's fine, then it's fine."

I was surprised to see this! Here, because Ai Di will not follow willingly, Chen Yi picks him up, and he purposely steps over the pot of burning coal on Ai Di's behalf. I'm not too sure if it's a Chinese thing or religion thing, but in my home country, some Chinese (esp the older folks) say that upon returning home after incarceration, one has to step over burning coal to wash away the bad luck. Very neat that they included this custom!

The same thing Ai Di tells Zong Yi not to say "再见" - see you again; they wouldn’t want to see prison again (which has been translated into goodbye).

This is why people think ChenAi switch, also courtesy of Hsu Kai who pointed this line out. Ai Di says "做回来就不欠啦" which translates into "Do it back and I'll no longer owe you". (more context in comments)

Ep 10

Matt Lee's character who was Ai Di's friend at the bar before jail mentions that Ai Di even dyed his hair blonde upon going overseas to further his education. Meaning, Ai Di's friends were told that he was schooling overseas when he was actually in prison 😢

Ai Di tells Chen Yi "应该多培养一些人在你旁边了，被开枪的时候，才有人帮你垫背" which translates into "You should cultivate relationships so more people will be by your side, so that when the gun is fired, there will be someone to take the bullet for you". Ai Di's done it once, he doesn't want to do it again. And Chen Yi smiles weakly after Ai Di says this because Ai Di just confirmed that he went to jail in Chen Yi's stead.

Ep 11

Like Xiao Jie says, Chen Yi really sucks at wooing someone, so much so that even Xiao Jie is better. On receiving the signature, Ai Di asks if Chen Yi thinks he is BTS (bangtan) and that he can sell his autograph 😂

Ep 12

Chen Yi says "我是在你离开之后，我才发现自己真正喜欢的是你" which has been translated into "It's true I realised you are the one with whom I'm in love while you were gone." I would prefer if it had been "It was only after you left that I realised the one whom I actually love is you". Keyword 真正 - really/actually.

Ai Di uses more heart-rending words. Instead of "Don't make me your rebound just because you can't get the one you love", it would be better translated as "Don't randomly use anybody as a substitute just because you couldn't have the person you love."

Cake scene translations

The most heartbreaking line of this scene. 再 - again. Ai Di actually says "Never again will I step aside for anyone." Implicitly, he was previously going to give up on Chen Yi for CDY.

ok this was a longass post but I wanted to keep most of the angst here

#kiseki: dear to me #chen ai #chen yi x ai di #ai di x chen yi #ai di #xiao jie is chen yi's 2nd ride or die #i'm crying them a river #ramblings

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brilium · 1 year ago

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❥ DAY 23. Costumes! with Eren Jaeger

Summary. Jean is throwing a halloween party that you and your best friend Eren are planning to go, but things seem to take other way when Eren helps you to tie up the corset for your pirate costume and you tease him for only buying a not so simple Ghost Face mask.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, vaginal sex, overstimulation, choking, small degrading, fingering, thigh (knee?) riding, dacryphilia, breeding. No proof read, might edit later.

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“Eren— Fuck! B–Be more gentle!” You say in a strangled whine as you try to hold the bath counter with a strong grip.

“I–I’m trying but—” He sighs, biting his lip as the veins on his arms start to pump up thanks to how hard he’s holding while the other holds your stomach firmly to keep you straight. “K–Keep like that for me, ‘kay? I’m almost done with you.” He groans, using all his strength to not let you escape the painful air in your lungs.

You nod, struggling to breath as you shut your eyes hardly while he finishes behind you and you finally let your chest release all the suffering.

“It 's done. The damn corset is tied up, is that okay?”

Eren steps backwards a bit to let you see your reflection on the mirror and see the finished look of your pirate costume. You smile widely, looking at every angle of how well the corset fits you and you turn at him making small jumps on your spot.

“Absolutely! What do you think? Am I a intimidant pirate?”

Eren looks up after massaging his sore forearms, finding the front view of all his work tying the corset behind you: Your breasts look so fucking good pressed against each other and sneaking out slightly through the collar of your buttoned white shirt, and he’s not letting slip how also your skirt lifted a little, again, thanks to the hold of the corset.

He uses all his strength to not jump over you and rip all your clothes to only leave you in that corset to fuck you like a beast and just nods biting his lip as his eyes try to focus on the bath wall behind you.

“Eren! Look at me in the eyes and tell me if my costume is good! C’mon, I didn’t want to spend a fortune on a costume for only one night” You hit his arm playfully, and he snorted softly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh, you say that now? After how you joked about me by just coming with a Ghost Face mask?” He teases, walking out of the bathroom and lying in your bed and distracting his brain with all the lines on the ceiling to not let his hard crotch keep growing.

“At least you’ve could came with that kind of robe that he uses” You say, giggling as you sit beside him and play with the loose hairs on his forehead.

“Yeah, when I asked my mom if she could lend me one of her dresses for a party at Jean’s house you should've seen how her eyes almost went white.”

You laugh audibly, sending shivers through your best friend’s spine,

Eren's plan was just to take a few drinks in your apartment before driving you both to Jean’s halloween party. That was the plan until he arrived and the first thing that you said was “Can you help me to tie up my corset?”

His brain is fully trying to focus on your words, on your talk about how your week went or something about a grumpy lady on the market. But his body acts against his will when his hand flies to your nap and brings your face down for a kiss.

You whimper at the contact of his lips, staying still at the first contact, but slowly melting into his lips as he starts to suck on your lips with a softness that makes you sigh against his lisp when you start to move yours.

Eren is ruining the gloss that you carefully applied on your lips while his hand on your nap makes a mess on your hair that you spend hours to let it dry and comb it to look nice. His heavy sighs and cologne are also having and effect on your body that is going to ruin all yourself if you let him keep going.

“Eren—” He shakes his head when you pull back, pushing your head down again to slam his lips on yours, making you whine softly against his lips even if you’re enjoying his taste. “Eren!”

You pull back with more strength, trying to straight above him while you support your hands on his chest to look at him all blushed and with dilated pupils.

Fuck, he looks hot. So damn hot.

But he’s your best friend.

“We should stop, Eren” You say, breathless and feeling your heart sink in your chest as you can’t look away from him, even if your phone is ringing on your nightstand. “We’re best friends, I— I’ll can’t see you the same if we keep going.”

Eren shrugs, not breaking the contact on your nap and starting to caress your neck with his fingers, sending tickles along your spine.

“Won't you see me the same way?” You nod, trembling above him. He thinks about it a little and sighs, looking up at the pillows and extending his arm to grab his mask, resting near to them. “And if I cover my face?”

You frown, looking at him with confusement. He surprised you by moving his hands to your waist and push you to the bed to lie on your back while he gets on his knees above you, straddling above you with his knees on the sides of your thighs and lifts his shirt above his head to take it off and show you his toned chest.

You swallow your saliva, feeling how your heartbeat starts to fasten while you see how his pectorals go up and down heavily.

“Fuck— Your tits look so much better with this position. I hope that this shit will let me keep seeing you clearly.” Eren groans while he puts on the mask to just let you see the iconic face of Ghost Face but with the difference that his body is the muscular body of Eren that you’ve seen a lot of times.

Especially, the detail that can’t let you forget who it is is his necklace. He never takes off that necklace of a key that he never takes off, even if his father who he hates gave it to him.

But God, he looks so good like that.

Your core starts to get more soaked picturing the image of his necklace dangling above your face as he pounds on you.

Eren bends over you putting his hands on the sides of your head to look at you face to face— Or well, mask. You can hear his hard breathing through the plastic of the mask, but you're unsure of why only being able to look at that weird face makes you hornier.

“Is this better?” His voice sounds deeper through the echo, hypnotizing you with every word.

You nod desperately, bringing your hands to his chest to caress it up and down, passing softly the tip of your nails along his skin and receiving a sweet groan from him when you scratch it softly near to his hip bone.

“Can I be a little rougher?”

You nod, holding firmly his hips with your nails as his hands start to travel from your neck to your shoulders and resting on your breasts, giving them small squeezes.

Fuck Jean’s party, you can even let Eren rip your mattress in half if it means to keep hearing his deep voice asking how much can he ruin you.

He makes you jump slightly on your spot when he grabs the sides of your white shirt and pulls at opposite sides to rip in in two halves that he tosses to the floor. You whine in response, looking down at the small pieces that remain on your chest that barely cover your clothes breasts with your bra.

Eren’s hands slide down to your back, giving you chills as his hands unclip your bra and you let him slide it along your arms to take it off and throw it somewhere.

“You shouldn't have helped me to put on the corset if you were planning to have me naked.” You smirk, trying to hold your moans when his hands go to your bare breasts and make you sigh in pleasure at the sensation of his cold rings against your skin.

“Oh no, Dear.” Eren smirks, moving a little his knee to be between your legs and rub it against your clothed cunt, breaking your hold to make you whimper as he keeps going, “The only thing staying in you is that fucking corset.”

Eren laughs softly when you start to bring your hips back and forth against his knee for more, moaning softly as he stops squeezing one of your tits to move it along your thigh and rub your skin up and down, enjoying how you squirm harder every time that his cold rings touch a little too close to your core.

“So whiny, so needy.” Eren groans, rubbing his knee harder against your folds, opening them slightly under the underwear and feeling the start of his thigh rubbing on your clit so softly but perfectly. “It could be that it turns you on so bad to be touched by a masked man? Fuck— You’re so horny that you’re even going to make a mess on my jeans and I’ve barely touched you.”

You bite your hand to hold your moan when his leg finds the right peace, making your body tremble as you squeeze your breast between your fingers as he keeps going.

“Mo–More— Please, Eren. More, ruin me more.”

Eren snorts behind the mask, bending closer and rubbing harder against you, getting your moans louder inside the four walls of your bedroom. He lets go of your breast to hold your jaw firmly to make you look at his masked face as he leans his head to the side looking at your blushed face.

“Yeah? Do you want me to be rude?” His voice is husky, you can notice how needy is also him.

“Yes—! Fuck, yes!” You plea, rubbing harder your core against him as you start to ride the warmth of your pleasure about to explode. “M–More!”

He laughs deeply before moving his hand to your neck and squeezes it with a strength that still lets you breathe with struggle as he moves back and forth against you until your hips get messier against him.

You’ve tried choking before, but never has turned you on as hard as this time, Eren’s necklace swings side to side while he keeps moving between your legs until your tears start to sneak out from the bordered of your eyes as your view gets blurrier between the water and his strong hold on your throat.

“You’re about cum, slut. I can feel it in the fucking mess that you’re making in my knee. Fuck—” Eren groans, breathing heavy while your moans fill his ears “Cum, cum like a good slut for me!”

You start to struggle to breathe as the orgasm hits you, letting out strangled moans as you sob his name while your hips shake and rub against him when you feel your folds creaming over your underwear and trespassing to his jeans.

You tremble and shake, still moving your hips against him to ride the orgasm as long as you can while his hold on your neck softens as he watches you trying to calm with your lips half opened and how your tits tremble softly as you breathe heavily.

Eren lets go of your neck to let you relax while you try to regain composure while he takes off his jeans standing at the edge of the bed. He waits for you to calm and surprise you again by holding your hips and pulling you closer to him.

You giggle when he pulls you, feeling like a doll every time that he moves you as he wants, but your laugh stops as soon as you see him naked in front of you and only wearing his mask.

Ok, now you understand a bit why he is so insistent on keeping on the corset.

Feeling like he just read your mind, he pulls down your skirt along with your underwear and tosses it to the floor. He grabs the behind of your knees to lift them and put your ankles on his shoulders.

You’re so exposed that it makes your cunt drip in need, even if there’s still one piece of cloth on your body it feels like you’re fully naked.

“You look so hot.” His hand stops holding your ankle to rub two of his fingers up and down along your wet folds and makes you moan softly as you soak around his fingers. “Fuck— I’ve could tried everything, everything, just to not let anyone at that party see how hot you look with that corset.”

Your hips tremble everytime that his fingers tease you by pushing the half inside and pulling out to spread your fluids around your folds and clit. You want him, you want more than only his fingers.

“Eren… Just fuck me, please—” You moan loudly when his fingers get fully inside without resistance, clenching around him immediately and making you squirm on the bed, trying to hold the sheets between your fists.

“Should I?” His fingers curl, touching your sweet spot and making you roll your eyes, but you hold your insides to not let the orgasm hit you until you feel that aching cock filling you. “Why should I risk the image that my best friend has of me? Is it worth the risk?”

You hate him, you hate him so bad. As bad as you need him.

“Eren! Please, I was stupid, just fuck me, please!” You cry, feeling his fingers fasten his peace and the knot of your orgasm getting softer.

Eren pulls out his fingers and hits you insides with his cock with one stroke that fills you with barely pain due to your dripping walls. He feels so good inside: so hard and thick that your eyes start to tear up again.

He holds your legs on his shoulders with his hands to keep you all spreaded as he pounds fiercely inside you until his tip again finds the spongy spot that makes you squeeze him harder and starts to slam against it in a non-stop peace.

Your vision goes blurry, but you’re still able to see his mask glaring at you and turns your moans louder at the view of his necklace doing the opposite to what you expected, his almost glued to his chest with his sweat and it feels so much better than what you imagined.

For Eren, the view of your tits bouncing above the corset is gorgeous, they look so soft and bouncy, he would suck them until they’re all bruised if it wasn’t for his mask.

You both start to moan louder as the orgasm gets near, and you can’t keep holding when your cunt squeezes around his length with the second sweet orgasm that covers all your body as you cover him with your fluids. Eren keeps pounding with struggle through your strong grip on his cock, but at the same time helps him to ride his orgasm with your pussy milking him with every thrust and loud groans.

Eren keeps hitting a few times as his cum fills your cunt until it’s dripping on the sides of his base and he pulls back slowly to let all his weight fall over you, making you cough and hit his sweaty shoulder.

You’re both sticky with sweat and cum, but comfortable.

“You’re too heavy.” You protest, pinching his arm.

“You’re too noisy.” He snorts, taking off his mask and throwing it to the floor to look up at you.

His forehead is sweaty and his hairs are glued to his face, the view makes you laugh softly as you clean him with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, clean it. I’m all sweaty on the forehead because someone was saying that ‘She couldn’t look at me the same’” He makes a lame high pitched imitation of your voice and you blush, hitting his forehead softly.

“Shut up! I’m also almost dying of asphyxia with how tight you tied this corset.”

“But your tits are so soft and squishy, just like a pillow” He says, rubbing his cheek on your breasts and making you laugh.

But, still, you both enjoy the moment.

Maybe trying to turning things a little different might be good.

@softlilpeachxx

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ventique18 · 11 months ago

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~ Crowley Vignette Pt. 3 ~

After lunch, Crowley's GOT NOTHING TO DO because all the professors are at their classes, so he might as well go to Sam's TO KILL TIME.

???: "You don't gotta worry 'bout that!"

Crowley: "Hm? That voice..."

He's far away, but when he looks to that direction...

Grim: "Ain't no one noticin' a cut class or two. So let's go nap instead, nyahaha!"

Yuu: "Let's go back to class"

Then Crowley starts spewing to himself "To think that there are two rebels cutting classes in my school... Seriously, I cannot believe it!"

Then an entire gang of students swaggers to Grim and Yuu because they're gonna take over the bench to slack off. Grim doesn't relent; they got here first so finders keepers!

"MORE STUDENTS HAVE COME TO CUT CLASSES!"

It looks like a fight's about to break out. Just what kind of discipline is going on at his school?!

"HEY, YOU LOT! Shouldn't you be at class right now?!"

Grim panics so Yuu apologizes for him.

"After having witnessed such blatant disobedience, I'm inadvertently getting reeled in by a sincere apology..."

"Everyone, please get back to your classes. I would very much appreciate it if you were to study properly. Magic talent without hard work is not quite as sweet. While it's true that being born with a natural sense for it is important, it is the daily grind and experience that truly matters."

Then he asks if the students recall his speech earlier. Grim says it was boring as hell so he wasn't listening at all. The random Ignihyde students says "Same, same."

SO OUT OF DESPERATION, Crowley turns to Yuu and asks if they remember.

"Of course I remember." / "It was something about a grape tree, yeah?" IT WAS AN APPLE TREE.

The random Savanaclaw student cuts in and says he's noisy as hell. He's the Headmage, but it's not that they need to listen to him yeah?

Diasomnia Student: "Yeah. And it's not like we've ever seen the headmage perform any amazing magic. Even the housewardens don't give a crap about him..."

Savanaclaw Student: "What a loser. 'Kay, let's just ignore him!"

Crowley: "... Really, what troublesome kids."

Crowley: "It can't be helped then. Let me show you how important it is to thoroughly study magic."

"... For I am very kind! / WATASHI YASASHII NO DE!"

AND THEN HE WHIPS THEM AND LITERALLY TIES THEM TOGETHER DASHJKHKJADS

Crowley: "It is not a bind. This is the whip of love! Only a slightly tougher version."

The students panic, but the Diasomnia student claims that magic's flimsy and can be easily broken. ... Not?! What's going on? His magic doesn't do shit...

Crowley: "Why, of course. Am I not the Headmage of Night Raven College? This level of magic is naught but as simple as breathing."

He sighs and comments that these kids are underestimating him one too many times. It won't do that children who can't even gauge their own abilities are looking down on an educator like him.

"I simply had to make you understand your own immaturities."

"Go, go, Crowley go! Show them how much of a baby they are!"

Yuu: "Now's the perfect time to run away..."

Crowley: "And for you: Whip of Love! Gentle Ver.!"

And then both Grim and Yuu get captured!

Crowley soothes the struggling Grim by saying that he really has high expectations for both him and Yuu. He's certain that the two of them can change the future of this school. 🤔

"You can do that, can't you?"

Grim: "'Course. Just leave it to the great genius master Grim!"

Grim: "... So let me go already!"

Crowley: "Well then. Shall we take each of you to your respective classes?"

Grim: "What?! Tied up like this?! If the other guys saw me, I'd definitely never hear the end of it! Let me go! Let me go!"

Crowley: "As you are Night Raven College students, take this as a lesson opportunity to reflect upon."

"Because all of you are... my precious, precious apple trees."

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #dire crowley #twst grim #twst yuu

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chronic-shinposter · 5 months ago

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I'm not sure about all of this, but can you give me a hint? The kaioshins dress very tightly and modestly because going out without clothes is considered sinful???? Was there such a thing in canon, or did fans make up a similar thing that kaioshin are like holy gods terrified of debauchery?

Warning: I go on a big ass essay that strays from your main question and of course everything listed here is opinions but with some anime/manga references to back up my thoughts. As a response to my coatless Shin post, that was just me being silly LOL. However this totally gives me an opportunity to talk about characters and I am all about that shit

A summary of my essay though: there is a moral code implied, but there's nothing specifically stated, and it's not so specific that it's about clothes and perviness and stuff. Every Supreme Kai (in canon) has a different idea of how to honor their position and their personal morals can be inspired by their duty but it doesn't mean they are one to one. Everything else is up in the air and are just personal conclusions (like, Supreme Kais all dress a specific way so it's totally possible this is a requirement, but there is nothing in canon about this) How someone treats the Supreme Kai role depends on the person though; some are way more relaxed and others are very uptight. Interestingly, sin IS mentioned in at least one of the English translations of the manga. (right to left)

Much like religion IRL though there are people who will use these codes and behaviors, meant to spread goodness and honor, to be toxic assholes. I actually kind of hate the general description of Supreme Kais in the DB wiki honestly because it goes with the assumption that every Supreme Kai (and adjacent role) is a good person when I don't think that's really true, it's just that all of them have similar jobs and their culture encourages politeness. Quite frankly, most of them kind of have a pole jammed up their ass and look down on others all too frequently (which like, they're gods, but in the context of the series they are SO UPPITY HOLY SHIT). Let's look at Gowasu, Elder Kai, Zamasu, and of course Shin. I think they're a good spectrum of the behavioral code in my opinion

Gowasu

Gowasu is one of the oldest acting Supreme Kais in the current canon. He is very polite and proper, good-natured, but has relaxed a lot over time and also just wants to have fun (bro wants to be a Godtuber in his retirement). I think because of his introduction, we kind of see that the standard for Supreme Kais is that they are mellow, like drinking tea, and tend to look at the little things. They very much have normal lives and might even teeter on the more "nothing ever happens" side, but time and peace can introduce them to ignorance just as much as inexperience can, leading Gowasu to make lapses in judgment about who he chooses as his successor.

Gowasu is honestly one of the most grounded Supreme Kais we've been introduced to because he is reflective of his mistakes and even remorseful, receptive to criticism and even questions the foundations of the god hierarchy in Dragon Ball Super. He also doesn't react much when approached casually by mortals, which shows that he doesn't believe himself to be above others even though, cosmically, he is. He is also, like, the only Supreme Kai we see actively get along with Shin as an equal even though age and experience lends him to be the "superior" one

Overall, Gowasu is experienced and looks at the good side of everything, but he is also casual and likes to be goofy. He very much understands that life is important but what use is that if you don't get to be a silly goober sometimes?

Elder Kai

Elder Kai is more on the extreme end in which him getting shit done is more like... an exception rather than a rule, he much prefers the lazy lifestyle that being so high on the cosmic ladder offers and he's not really afraid to show it. He is experienced (though we don't know if he was THE Supreme Kai of his time) but he does not give a shit about any moral standards, very much on the extreme end of the "life's about having fun" line

Elder Kai is openly a pervert-- in the original DBZ he says he uses his abilities to watch women from afar, he has nudie mags, eagerly accepts Goku's request when Goku promises him he can grab Bulma's boobs (I think this ended up getting dubbed out later lol). He believes in honoring age, which he shows when berating Shin for their difference in wisdom, but also in taking responsibility to give himself up first after Shin offers his own life to save Goku's.

He is not a bad person and holds respect for what it means to be a Supreme Kai, but he is no stranger to being a creepy fuck. He's a good example in that a Supreme Kai (past or future) does not really have to be what is considered "pure" to do the job and they have the free will to enact what they feel is the proper thing to do.

Zamasu

Elder Kai's all about having fun in life, while Zamasu goes to the opposite logical extreme: life is about perfection, and anything less does not deserve to be at all. I think Zamasu shows where this same behavioral code can go, because by all means he kind of checks all the boxes: he's polite, shown to respect his superior, takes his position as apprentice very seriously and similarly intends to take his role as Supreme Kai very seriously. He finds himself to be the most pure, but this idea is something he is so attached to that he ends up being one of the most corrupted of them all.

Similar to Gowasu, he is not above questioning the status quo-- he doesn't really put much heart into the Gods of Destruction and believes that holy beings such as the Supreme Kais should be in control of everything. In the manga, Zamasu views Shin and Kibito very highly at first because he thought that they were the ones that defeated Majin Buu. Of course, Shin corrects him and puts all credit to Goku & gang, which confuses the FUCK out of Zamasu because he believes Supreme Kais to be, well, the most supreme. Shin reflects in that the job should've been for the God of Destruction (in the manga here they loosely do imply that Beerus was asleep), but Zamasu is like "nah lol"

Zamasu weirds the fuck out of Shin by implying anything that exists is unnecessary, but kind of brushes it off because well that's Gowasu's thing to deal with LOL. (Sidenote this is why everyone should read the manga because they actually involve Shin in a very much Supreme Kai centric plot and it is actually nuts to me they don't do this in the anime. The anime arc is def my favorite arc in Super but they still kinda do Shin dirty)

I say all this to say that Zamasu's train of thought isn't exactly uncommon because the Supreme Kais are kind of in this culture where they are the most supreme, but most of them do have an understanding of nuance and understand why, despite being "the best", they serve a role and that role does not serve them. Zamasu doesn't have this nuance and we see where that goes as he makes Goku('s body) to be the exception to the unnecessary beings rule in his head

As an honorable mention, I want to say that Kibito isn't too different in this train of thought: he definitely finds himself to be superior to others, but he values Shin's authority so much that he is much more receptive to that nuance than someone like Zamasu, who eventually dismisses Gowasu's teaching. The worst Kibito would not be anywhere close to Zamasu because Kibito still believes in goodness outside of himself.

Shin

Shin I think is the best example of a Supreme Kai with a pure moral code that, in turn, is also not corrupted by that idea of purity. Similar to Zamasu, he's polite, shown to respect his superiors and his elders, and he takes his role very seriously. Shin is (from what I understand) the youngest Supreme Kai and also the newest, which also might be why high morals is so important to him in the current canon.

He respects Elder Kai as his ancestor, but is also horrified to learn about Elder Kai using his powers to be a creepy fuck, openly berates him for this, and reacts in disgust when Elder Kai tries to gift him a nudie mag (as Kibito Kai). Shin also states he's worried about how Kibito views the mortals, but believes him to have a good spirit and puts a lot of importance in that-- it's why Shin goes out of his way to meet Goku, and in the future timeline, why he goes out of his way to meet Trunks.

Shin is similarly disgusted by Zamasu when he reveals his true spirit and condemns him in the manga, believing that Zamasu broke the line of what it means to be a Supreme Kai at all. His values very much align with the Supreme Kai's job to preserve life and at the same time understanding that destruction is part of that sacred cycle. Shin deeply respects the current god hierarchy and doesn't question it; he just wants to do the right thing.

Though Shin takes his responsibility as Supreme Kai very seriously, he is pretty receptive to the fact that his universe has mortals more physically powerful than him and he is even thankful for this. He takes no offense to how casually he's treated by Goku & gang and listens to them. Shin, unlike other Supreme Kais we've seen, views himself explicitly as a servant to the universe; his life is just one part of it and if he has to give it up or to knock himself down a few pegs then that's what he'll do. I think we can even say he is a little too passionate about this idea, since he's literally offered his life to preserve another's at least 2 times now (one for Goku in Buu saga, another one in the Moro arc in the manga) to Beerus's dismay lol, and this doesn't count all the times he's gone out of his way or put himself in the way to save others from danger

One of my favorite Shin moments that I think captures who he is at a whole is at the end of ToP where it's just Universe 7 and Universe 11 left, and he leans over to say hello to Khai. I don't think this is a Supreme Kai thing, this is a Shin thing. He doesn't say hello because it's his duty to always be polite, he says hello because it is giving kindness in a tense situation.

in a nutshell

The different Supreme Kais (and adjacent roles) might have some similarities and I think their upbringing can give them a proper attitude, but ultimately they're all very different people and have different ideas of what it means to be a Supreme Kai at all. I'm sure there's a Supreme Kai out there in history that was always naked or a piece of shit or something but actually totally kicked ass at their job

Thank you for reading LMAOOO I just wanted to talk about them. Hope u enjoyed

#anon ask #text post #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #supreme kai #essay #zamasu #gowasu #elder kai #dbz shin #dbs shin #i paused board game night to write this

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sprunkimortality · 14 days ago

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Uhh Black, was it really a good idea to leave a kid home alone-

Black: "See, I...realized that a little later than I should."

[Black was hurrying back to Saves' home, carrying the old Sprunki in question in his arms. Saves remained still in his hold, smiling innocently as he rested his cheek on Black's chest.]

Saves: "Oh, Black, what are we hurrying for?"

Black: "Sprinkles. She's by herself."

Saves: "O-Oh, goodness me."

[When Black arrived back home, the first thing he saw was Sprinkles lying on her belly, humming a tune as she scribbled on a piece of paper. There were more pieces of paper lying about, each with her mark of art on them.]

Black: "Sprinkles, I am SO sorry."

Sprinkles: "For what?"

[Sprinkles looks up. Upon seeing Saves, she beams up, scrambling to what would be her feet, if she had any.]

Sprinkles: "Grandpapa Saves! You're back!"

Saves: "Back?...did I leave?"

Black: "Well, yes, you wandered off, actually."

[Black gently sets Saves on the floor, helping him stand. Sprinkles rushes to the lavender Sprunki, embracing him firmly, wrapping her arms around his sweater-covered body.]

Saves: "Oh, Sparkle! Love to see you too, my dear."

Sprinkles: "Grandpapa, I made us some pictures while you were away! I was gonna use them to cheer you up, but it looks like you already did!"

Black: "Yes, a friend helped."

Sprinkles: "Who?"

Black: "..."

Saves: "I believe it was...Samuel? Or was that his name..."

Sprinkles: "Who's Samuel?"

[Black clears his throat, a hesitant look on his face.]

Black: "S-Simon."

Sprinkles: "Oh- Oooh! Heehee!"

Saves: "Simon! Yes, I remember now. Anyhow...may I see your drawings?"

[Sprinkles nodded eagerly as she gathered the pieces of paper, showing them one by one.]

(credits to @soarinsworld for the drawings!)

Sprinkles: "See? This was when you took us to eat outside as a treat! And this was when we made flower crowns! And this is when you gave me my necklace, Grandpapa! Do you remember? Any of them?"

[Saves stared quietly at the drawings. While they were cute and heartwarming, he struggled to recall the events they were based on. He can't quite remember what happened, only that they did, and that they were events that felt good.

His smile faltered a little as he continued to dig through his mind, though all he was met with was the fog that never seemed to go away. Perhaps, he felt, he should stop trying. The air was too quiet.]

Saves: "I...can't say, my dear. But these are nice. Perhaps...we could hang these on the walls."

[Sprinkles seemed a little disappointed that Saves had forgotten, again, but nevertheless happy that he enjoyed her artwork.]

Sprinkles: "Thank you!"

[She turned towards Black.]

Sprinkles: "Grandpa Black?"

Black: "Hm?"

Sprinkles: "Is the grown-up problem solved now?"

Black: "..."

[Black turned towards Saves, who had started wandering off into the kitchen, perhaps to make some tea again.]

Black: "...I don't know, Sprinkles. I really don't."

[Sprinkles frowns.]

Black: "...but...you know, I do agree with him when he said that those doodles are nice."

[Sprinkles smiles a little again.]

Sprinkles: "Will Grandpapa be okay?"

Black: "Ah, the old geezer has his ways of standing strong."

Sprinkles: "You're an old geezer too, Grandpa Black!"

Black: "I don't count, kid. I have the face of a youthful supermodel."

Sprinkles: "Heeheehee!"

Black: "C'mon, let's get those drawings up on the walls. And not with tape this time, okay?"

Sprinkles: "O-kay~!"

[As the two trudged away, Saves was, momentarily, left to his own thoughts again. He grabbed a cup and a teabag from the shelves; it was like muscle memory at this point when he began to prepare the tea.

He stared into the cup as he filled it with hot water, the teabag sitting comfortably inside. The reflection in the water stared back.]

Saves: "...my name..."

[Saves breathed in, before letting out a heavy exhale.]

Saves: "...my name...is Saves. Whew..."

[A faint smile quirked his lips.]

Saves: "Almost forgot there, haha."

[The tea was delightful.]

#sprunki #incredibox sprunki #sprunki incredibox #sprunki au #sprunki mortality #sprunki mortality au #sprunki oc #sprunki black #🕛

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gyumibear · 1 year ago

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💖 create a sim(p)! — 25: rough

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — swearing + heavy angst, bad coping mechanisms, yn's not thinking things through. allusions to “suicide”, but there’s no suicide. (wc: ~1.4k)

It was like time had stopped.

Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, the blue light reflected in your eyes. Long had the screen gone black, evidence of the ended stream in front of you. You could vaguely feel Yeonjun’s presence next to you, but the ringing in your ears subjected you to only be able to stare forward.

Why. Why? Why?!

Beomgyu. Why would he- why? It was so hard to fathom; what could he have been thinking? Did he really think everything would be fixed after that? That everything wouldn’t fall apart even more than it already had?! Now, you were off even worse than before.

He was selfish.

So unbelievably selfish. Because he couldn’t ‘keep up the charade.’ No. He wasn’t selfish. He was a fucking liar. A manipulator. Going out of his way to make sure that everything would leave him looking like the victim. The way he worded the stream, blaming everything on you. The fake dating had been your idea, yes, but he was just as involved! He didn’t have to agree! He could’ve fucking said no! No, he only sold you out because… Because… Because?

You didn’t know.

“Hey…” Warmth enveloped your torso, Yeonjun’s strong, assuring arms wrapping around you. “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen.”

You just let him drag you along, not having the mental capacity to fight back.

He released you when you plopped into the barstool of the hotel’s island counter. Crossing behind the other side of the island, he reached into the fridge to find something. You didn’t know what. You weren’t exactly focused on the black-haired model in front of you. You were too occupied calling Beomgyu every negative adjective conceivable in your head.

A crisp bottle of water slid in front of you, your eyes unfocused on its shape.

“You should drink this. Tears cause dehydration, you know…” Yeonjun spoke softly from somewhere in the room.

You were crying? You hadn’t noticed.

“I’m really sorry, Yn…” He kept speaking, barely making it past the ringing. “He’s so… Stupid.”

Stupid was an understatement.

“How bad is it?” Your own strained voice.

“How bad is what?”

“The backlash… Am I trending?”

“I don’t know… Don’t worry about that right now.”

“What am I supposed to worry about then, Jun? My career… Shit, what am I supposed to do to fix it? Everyone thinks I’m a liar. A user.”

“Not everyone.” Arms again around your body, you nuzzled your back into his chest. “We can fix this.”

“We?” You asked. “Jun, you don’t have to help me. We barely know each other.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’re my friend… And this is sort of my fault.”

No. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but Beomgyu’s.

“If I hadn’t gotten so close to you–”

“Can we talk about something else… I just– My head is pounding.”

A lie. You currently felt nothing. But, you didn’t want Yeonjun to have to dwell on feelings that were not his fault. Nobody was to blame for this, but Beomgyu. He was the problem. He was the cause.

“Drink your water.” He scolded you lightly, “I told you tears cause dehydration…”

–

“We came straight here.” Soobin stepped into view before your vision became obscured.

Kai threw himself at you, his familiar hold making you tear up once again. He squeezed you firmly, but not enough to hurt. Just enough to comfort. He murmured apologies, ones he shouldn’t be making, holding you as you’d disappear into the ground if he let go of you just for a second. You had a feeling he’d be mother-henning you for the next few days if he wasn’t stopped.

You didn’t think you’d argue against that. Not right now anyway.

“Thank you for taking care of her.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Yeonjun responded in kind, “You must be Soobin.”

Soobin nodded, pointing slightly in your direction. “And that’s Kai.”

When Kai finally let you breathe, you pulled back enough to see that his eyes were red. Probably matching yours. But his face wasn’t streaked with tears, not like yours. That led you to the conclusion that he probably hadn’t slept since the stream came out. Oh, Kai…

“Ning, have you slept?”

“No. How could I?” He pursed his lips before speaking again. This time not to you. “What do we do?”

“We go home,” Soobin shrugged. “We kick that… We kick him out. Then you and Yn get some rest.”

You and Kai nodded solemnly, both not wanting to argue.

“I hate to ask, but can I come? I feel like I and Beomgyu have a lot to talk about.”

“Mm.. ‘s up to you.” Soobin shrugged again. “As long as he gets out of my house.”

You felt like the next few hours might take some years off your life.

–

Coward.

He was a coward. That was what your mind told you when the four of you had made it to your front door. The house was intact, doors locked securely. But… There was a sticky note, most likely from your room, left right dab smack in the middle of the door. It read: I’m sorry. I took all my stuff and I got a motel. I know you don’t want to speak with me, that’s okay. I’ll be going home soon anyway.

“Well, that’s that I guess.” Yeonjun broke the silence, all of you turning to look at him.

“Maybe it’s better off this way.” Soobin turned to unlock the door for you all. “I don’t think anyone was really ready for a confrontation.”

You stumbled into the apartment behind him, Kai and Yeonjun taking up the rear. Everything inside was normal too. Nothing out of place or taken, not that you thought he would steal. However, you thought bitterly to yourself, you thought Beomgyu wouldn’t do a lot of things. Clearly, this time of you getting to know him was a waste. God, you had the worst case of judgment sometimes.

“So what now?”

The boys started chatting, trying to figure out the next move. You tried your best to listen along, but you just… couldn’t. The longer you stood there, the more your mind was being made up. Soon, you excused yourself from the circle, complaining of a headache. ‘Just going to lie down.’ You spoke. Their worried eyes bore into your back as you disappeared into your room.

You were going to crumple into your bed, but your tired eyes noticed something first. A letter. It was laid neatly on your bed, words written almost neatly, but also as if whoever had written them was rushed. You were going to ignore it, but you knew your curiosity would win. It was a human thing.

You picked it up, letting your eyes glide over the words. Face neutral, your eyes took in every word but widened over time as an indescribable rage filled you. You got to the last line of the letter, letting you know who had written you this bullshit of a final letter. ‘Love, Beomgyu.’

You crumpled it into a ball, throwing it into a corner of your room. Full of shit. He was full of shit. How could you have ever thought he could’ve really meant something to you? He was nothing.

And soon, /you’d/ be nothing too.

You made your way over to your computer, typing in the website for your streams. Scrolling until you found what you were looking for, your eyes bore into your screen. It was like time was moving slowly again, as your conscious tried desperately to get you to stop before making the worst decision of your life. But, you were determined to finish this.

You had to. You couldn’t back down. You clicked your mouse once, mind made up.

The recording light lit up, letting you know you were now live.

As your chat filled, you heard an audible sound of confusion come from your living room. You forgot Kai had your streaming notifications on. You had to move quicker than he could get to you. You ran to the door, locking it before your friends could come to stop you.

You could hear the banger from the door. You could hear them. Soobin loudly asking what you were doing. Kai begging you to open the door. Yeonjun pleading that you stop recording and come out the door. You couldn’t let them stop you. Not this time. You knew you might regret this, but soon /you/ wouldn’t be around to care.

“Hi.” You spoke bluntly into the camera. “Welcome to DigitalGirl’s final stream.”

a/n — so... how y'all doing? *sips tea* um, i’m not exactly good at writing super angsty stuff, but i hope y’all still enjoyed! anyways, what do y’all think the letter said? and what do you think yn’s gonna do/say in her “final” stream? lmk!

#k-labels #kflixnet #kbookshelf #kpop smau #beomgyu x reader #txt smau #txt x reader #beomgyu social media au #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu fic

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Holiday Homewrecker

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You’ve just bought a few new toys for the holidays! But watch out! There's drama afoot. (Apaw? Ahoof?)

CW: Bimbofication but it’s kinda not really the main focus of the plot?? Pointing it out just in case

Welcome to the last story in Lupa's little "arc"!! This is the ending I had in mind for it more or less, until I think of other stories to write with her and "You". I wanted a way to get Rudy, the other plush OC I draw, into the canon somehow ^^ I think I rushed this a little bit to get it out on Christmas? But I hope you enjoy nonetheless…

Thanks for @jades-typurriter for proofreading this!!

Docs version here.

The sun slowly rises, bathing the land in a lazy orange light. Snowdrifts cover the land outside, reflecting the sun’s light every which way. This late in the year, it’s truly gotten cold. Thankfully, the heat in your house works this time, so you’re not cold. Even still, you’ve been feeling a bit of yearning… Yearning for something soft.

It always happens around this time of year, doesn’t it. You figure you deserve a little present anyhow, so why not?

That’s why, this morning, you’re up early, waiting near the door.

The house is quiet, being so early. You aren’t even sure whether Lupa was awake.

You get your answer in the form of the needling feeling of something looming over you. Something leans against you from behind, before enveloping you in its big, fuzzy arms. Something nuzzles into your hair, whispering the softest “I love you.~” you’d ever heard.

Just hearing the voice of your favorite wolf warms you up, but snuggling up against her helps too.

“Good morning, Lulu,” you greet your girlfriend as she loosens her hug. You take a moment just to look at each other, before her lips meet your cheek.

“Mornin’, hon. Still waiting on those toys?” She asks, voice tinged with sleep. She has to kneel down to properly meet your gaze, and the difference in size certainly isn’t lost on you. You realize after a moment that you’re staring.

“Um- Yeah! They should be here any minute!” You reply, recalling the delivery date. The website said to expect delivery today, early morning. Basically, right now. Aaany minute now.

“Yeah… Alright,” Lupa nonchalantly replies as she stands back up. She raises her arms and straightens her back with a soft groan... All of her sharp teeth end up on full display as she lets out the squeakiest, lupine yawn ever. Cute…

“I’ll be on the couch if you wanna snuggle, ‘kay?” She offers with a smile.

“So casual…” You’re blushing. You could feel it on your cheeks, as much as you try to hide it…

“What can I say? A girl knows what she wants,” she snickers, tail sweeping the floor. Her heavy, soft paw lands atop your head like a gentle, heavy pillow. Pat pat pat.~ “You’re lucky I know how much you just love your little toys. It’s taking so much effort not to just pick you up ‘n take you straight back to bed...”

Your shoulders fall as she turns and ambles her way to the couch. Climbing onto it, and flopping down with a heavy FWOOMF in the way a dog would. She notices you when you start to stare, offering a lazy little wave. Your heart just feels so light when she looks at you… It’s enough to make your ears flop down, tail wagging as you wave back—

Wait.

Ears? Tail?

Your hands shoot up to your head, finding a pair of fluffy triangles. Sensitive ones too, from the jolt that shoots down your back when your fingers give them a squeeze. Did she…? She did. She totally did that.

“Lupa!” you call, “I’m expecting a delivery, remember? I can’t look like this!”

“Why not?” She calls back, “I think it suits you.”

“I—Thanks. But they’re gonna start asking questions that I can’t answer! What am I gonna say, I’m cosplaying for the holidays?”

Lupa opens her mouth to answer, but pauses as a deep knock emanates from behind you. The noise causes your ears to dart up and swivel towards its source. You shoot a look at your plush, before lifting your shirt and doing your best to hide your now frizzy tail inside.

Then… you open the door.

“Delivery for, uh…“ The postman takes one look at you before something in his expression changes. He’s looking at your ears, isn’t he? You totally forgot to cover them up.

“Um. Yeah. That’s me. Hi! Good morning.” The words come out in a rapid, stilted succession as you quietly kick yourself for your error, “Oh- these? I’m just…” You trail, wracking your head for an excuse.

“…cosplaying for the holidays?” You decide to settle on that. “You know how it is. Let me just sign that…” You gingerly take his pen, signing for the package. As you lean down, your ears brush against his uniform, causing him to flinch.

“Uh—”

“Oh, sorry, lemme just—” You fold them down. Wait, should you have done that? Now he’s gonna know they’re real, isn’t he? By the time you finish signing, you find that his attention directed elsewhere, looking at something behind you.

“’Sup dude?” comes a voice from its place on the couch.

“…She’s cosplaying too,” you offer. “Anything else I need to do?”

The postman shakes his head as he hands you your package. The two of you exchange waves and wishes for happy holidays, before you close the door.

The first thing you do is shoot Lupa a dirty look, sticking your tongue out. She looks right back at you, a lazy kind of satisfaction written all over her face. She looks content, lying on her front and lazily kicking her legs in the air.

“So what’d’ja get anyway?” She asks as you make your way towards her.

“Just a couple of old, rare toys that were up for auction,” you explain as you kneel down on the carpet with your box. “One was pretty used, so I got it cheap. As for the other… Well, I think you might like it. Here, hand me those scissors?”

She does just that, delicately pinching them between two of her fat, stubby mascot-like fingers and dropping them in your hand. You hack through the tape holding the box shut, before flipping the lids open. Your hands sift through the packing peanuts, before they find something squishy. You grab and pull, and out from the sea of polystyrene comes a plush.

“Look!” You hold it up to show your girlfriend, “Cute, right? It kinda looks like you. His name is Lobo.”

It does look a lot like her. Thin, grey fur covers its body. Short, messy blue hair sits atop its head above the fanged, boyish smirk that it wears on its face. It wears a loudly colored T-shirt, with the word !!HOWLIN’!! emblazoned on the front.

“He’s kinda funny looking! But I dunno, he’s a little cute. I just had to have him.”

“…Wow. Uh, yeah. Cute.” Lupa’s voice goes surprisingly flat. Her tail lays limply on the couch, and her eye looks almost colorless as it stares vacantly at your new plushie.

“Hey. Can I see that?” She asks, holding out her paw before you can ask her what the matter is.

“Um, sure.” You reply, lifting it up towards her. She immediately swipes it from your hand, and it disappears into her mouth. Gulp.

“What the heck, Lu?” You’re outraged! Standing up, you put your hands on the couch. “I spent a--… A lot of money on that!”

“Mmmm… Yummers. Sorry, I was just hungry or… or somethin’,” is her reply, color returning to her (mostly grey) face. She tilts her head as you start to fish through your package some more. “You get another toy?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you reply. “You gonna eat this one?”

“I dunno,” She crosses her arms, a coy tone in her voice, “Maybe. Is it another Lobo or whatever?”

“Nope! Here…” Your second, and last, offering is a little plush reindeer. Light tan fur, with a red bow on its head. It wears a content smile despite its obvious weathering. “Meet Clarice! Y’know, like the doe from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer™?” You raise it, but not too far. Just in case you need to swipe it away from any hungry wolves…

“…Who?”

“Y’know… Rudolph? The movie where uh, where this little deer is born with a glowing red nose. He’s an outcast, it’s kinda like a fairy tale.”

“Oh.” Lupa rolls her eyes, resting a paw on her chin.

“Hey, maybe we could watch it sometime!”

“Sounds dumb,” she retorts. You blink.

“…What? It’s not dumb!” you retort, puffing out your cheeks. That kinda stung!

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s like you said, it sounds like a fairy tale. I’m not a fairy tale kinda girl.” She aloofly explains, resting her cheek on a paw, “I’m more of a Nightmare Before Christmas girl. Now that’s a movie.”

“But we always watch that!” you huff.

“Oh. Uh… What about Grease?”

“That’s not even a holiday movie!”

“There’s always time for Grease, dude,” she explains. “You just don’t get it.”

You’re not amused. Standing up, you bonk Lupa on her soft fluffy head. It’s like firmly petting a pillow. Your hand sinks in only a bit before it stops.

“Ow. Blehhh...” She sprawls out on the couch, putting her paws up and sticking her tongue out. “I’m dyyyying…”

“Lulu…”

“The only thing that can save me are some snuggles… Riiiight here…” she says, patting her chubby, fluffy middle. “Riiiight here. C’mon.” As hard as it is to resist, you somehow find the will to put your foot down.

“You’re being silly, Lulu,” you lightly scold, “Now c’mon, I’ll give you all the snuggles in the world if you help me with the cookies. Sound good?”

“Ugh… Fiiiine,” she groans, sitting up. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

You leave your Clarice on the coffee table, taking your girlfriend by the hand as you both meander to the kitchen. It kind of hurts that, she ate one of your toys, but it’s not a huge deal, right? After all, you feel lucky to share your house with the best toy you could ask for. The hours fly by as you work to bake some cookies for the holidays, with Lupa doing her best to help. Her paws make for a pretty decent set of oven mitts, you find.

You find that your space needs some decorating too - and soon, the tree in the corner of your living room is adorned with tinsel and colorful ornaments. It’s quite late by the time you’re done, so after dinner and a rewatch of a certain spooky holiday movie, Lupa carries you off to bed.

This moonlit night is quiet and still. Your girlfriend is warm and oh-so comfy, but something managed to stir you from your slumber. You slowly open an eye. You could’ve sworn you’d heard the sound of a bell.

Jingle Jingle Jingle~♫

There it is again.

“Hey. Lupa,” you whisper, tapping the furred arm keeping you comfily pinned to the bed. She snores in reply, fast asleep…

“Luuuupaaaaa…” you tap her arm harder and faster this time, until her snoring abruptly stops.

“Huh—Wha? What’s--”

“Shhh…” you shush her. She rubs her eye…

“…What’s the matter, babe…?” she does her best to whisper.

“I heard something…”

Clop, clop, clop. Jingle Jingle Jingle~♫

The sound echoes from down the hall, muffled as it emanates into your room.

“What the hell was that?” Lupa asks, ears swiveling toward the door. You… wish you had an answer for that. You hope you aren’t being robbed. You wonder - Do people like to break in during the holidays, or is that only a thing in the movies? Anyway.

“Let’s find out.”

Lupa can be surprisingly quiet when she wants to be, you’ve found. Her padded paws hardly make a sound when they gently squish against the floor. You’d be impressed if her massive tail didn’t hit everything along the way as the two of you sneak down the hall. You find yourself shushing her all along the way.

“Not my fault your place is a friggin’ minefield,” she gripes, hugging her tail to her chest.

Eventually, you reach the living room. Like the hall, it’s quite dark, save for the blue rays of moonlight coming through the windows. But—Wait. There’s something else.

Near your tree, you see the faint, yellow flicker of fire. Before the alarm bells in your head can really get going, you realize that it is merely candlelight. In the faint glow, you could see part of a face and a silhouette, crouched near your presents. It looked massive, with a pair of sticks atop its head that jingled whenever it moved. You could hear it lightly hum as it busies itself with… something.

“Lu, keep your eye on it. I’m gonna turn the light on.” She nods, and you feel your way to the light switch. With a flick, everything becomes illuminated. Darkness removed, you can see exactly who’s been messing with your tree.

A large deer had knelt over one of your gifts, hooved hands in the middle of tying the bow when the lights came on. The deer goes stiff, humming stopped. The bells on its antlers jingle as it angles its head up – away from the presents, and towards Lupa, then you. It gasps, standing up to all of six feet tall, hands on its cheeks as it puts on the silliest grin.

“Oh! Happy Holidays, new friends!” It calls in a bubbly, girlish tone.

You take a step back as the reindeer traipses towards you, only stopping when Lupa stands between the two of you.

“That’s far enough, buddy,” she growls.

You step alongside her, hand on her hip as you get a good look at your visitor. Tan fur covers its form, with a head of dark red hair that covers half its face. Poking through its mane are a pair of antlers, which are adorned with a set of bells that jingle whenever it moves. A long, flowing ponytail drapes along the back of its plush body, stopping near its wide hips. Aside from its clearly more… shapely figure, this plush reminds you a lot of…

“Clarice?”

“…Hmmm… Not quite,” it replies, “That’s a girl’s name, silly! Call me Rudolph.”

You and Lupa exchange a look.

“…Actually,” he continues after a pause, “Just call me Rudy! Rudolph is way too formal I think.”

“But you’re—You’re the toy that just came in the mail! One of them, at least,” you shoot a look at Lupa, who shies away and stifles a burp. “Right?”

“Yep!” He leans towards you, hands on his thighs, “And is it safe to assume you’re the little cutie who bought me?”

You nod, and you opt to give him your name. He finds it quite cute…

“And look at you,” he directs his attention to Lupa. You’re surprised that he still has to look up at her, in spite of his already impressive height. “Aren’t you cute! I almost didn’t recognize you at first. You’re a Lo—”

“Lupa, yeah. That’s my name,” she cuts in. Rudy tilts his head with a jingle.

“No no, that’s not right. Isn’t it—”

“Hhhohohoho~kay. Look, shorty. I think I know what my own name is, okay?” She growls, prodding the other plush’s chest with her finger. As Rudy wilts under her gaze, you could see the fur on her back begin to bristle…

“H-hey, hey,” you step in, putting your hands up in order to hopefully defuse the situation, “It’s late. We’re all tired here… Why don’t we get some sleep, huh?” Lupa snorts.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” She turns, stomping her way back up the hall.

Hmm.

“Hey,” you hear a whisper, “Is she okay?”

You turn to see Rudy, gingerly approaching you. His bells lightly jingle as he glances up the hall.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

The truth is, you aren’t sure. You knew she could be prickly, but she seemed especially frustrated just now…

“I’m sure she’s just tired,” you offer for now. “I know I am.” Conveniently, you do feel a yawn coming on… One that you do your best to stifle.

“Awww…” He puts his hooves together, giving you a tender look. “Would you like me to carry you, deerie?”

You chuckle. “Carry me? Sure, why not?”

He grins, and scoops his hands under you, lifting you up bridal style. On the way up, you note the stitch marks on his lower chest. His fur is soft enough to remind you of Lupa’s, and almost as thick. He feels nice and warm, too. You push your hand into his squishy chest, and you run it through his pelt. You’re feeling sleepier already… Sensing that you’re ready to go, you hear the soft clop of his hooves and the jingle of his bells as he carries you down the hall.

“So, Rudy…” you trail off.

“Hmm?”

“…How are you, uh…” You find it hard to settle on a single question. There is so much that you want to ask. Instead, you decide on a different topic. “You’re really soft…” He blushes, and his nose begins to glow as he tightens his hold on you.

“Awww, thank you deer! It means a lot that you’d say that~ I do my best…”

You smile back up at him. He’s pretty cute…

“Oh! Here’s your room I think. I saw Lo—um, Lupa go in here… I think? Want me to put you down?” he asks. You nod, and he gently sets you back on your feet. As you turn to look in, you see one eye dourly watching the two of you from under the covers. Seems like Lupa’s already made herself comfortable.

“Hey, Rudy,” you look back at him as you stand in the door, “Would you like to sleep with us tonight?” Amid the blankets, a pair of pointed ears perk up at that.

“Why’s he sleepin’ in my bed?” Lupa rumbles.

“It’s my bed, Lupa,” you flatly remind her.

“…Yeah. Like I said, why’s he sleepin’ in your bed?”

Hmm.

“Well, where else would he sleep?” you ask, motioning for Rudy to follow as you approach the bed.

“Um- If there’s a problem, I could sleep on the floor!” He offers, “My old owner used to leave me by the foot of the bed sometimes. It’s no big deal!”

“No way, not happening,” You make sure to shoot that idea down, “All my plushies sleep on the bed. Or on one of the shelves.”

“Well, why not put ‘im on the shelf?” Lu asks, pulling the blanket off herself and rolling onto her back.

“…Lupa. He’s almost as big as you,” you patiently explain, “Do you really think he’d fit on the shelf?”

“…Could give it a shot.”

“He’s sleeping with us, and that’s final,” you put your hands on your hips, before climbing into bed with her. Running your hand through her hair, scratching her between the ears, you watch her resolve begin to melt… “C’mon, it won’t be that bad…” You coo, “Think of it like… Having an extra pillow.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She gently swats your hand away, before letting out a sigh. “…Alright.”

You grin! And you motion for Rudy to join you.

“Oh, yay!~” He cheers, lightly clapping his hands! “Just one moment…” Reaching up to his antlers, he takes a moment to untie his bow and bells. With a clatter, they’re left on the nightstand table, and he starts to climb in. While Lupa doesn’t move, you do your best to make space, and the three of you settle into an awkward pile.

The next day comes around quickly enough. You and Lupa slip out of bed, leaving Rudy to continue sleeping. You catch her in the kitchen once you finish your morning routine, leaned against the counter.

“Morning, Lu,” you sleepily greet as you head directly to the coffeemaker. “You okay?”

“Mmm,” she hums, glancing at you, “Peachy.” You tilt your head at her once you have the machine set.

“Are you sure?”

“Yyyep. Pretty sure,” is her gruff reply, doing a poor job at hiding a toothy sneer. You sigh.

“Something tells me you don’t like Rudy all that much,” you venture as you pour your drink.

“What gave you that idea?”

“Well.” You pause, looking down at your coffee as you do your best to choose your words carefully, “I’m… Gonna try and get to know him better today. He seems like a really nice guy.” You give her a hopeful smile, but Lupa only scoffs.

“I think I want to try and watch something with him today,” you continue, “Wanna join? It’s The Horror Hour.” Surprise crosses her face.

“Wh—But that’s our show!”

“I know, I know,” you reply, “That’s why I’m asking you if you’d want to join! I’m starting fresh with him.” Lupa blinks, ears flopping down.

“Sta--… Starting fresh?” she asks, gruffness leaving her voice.

“Yeah! Like, from the first episode.” You take a sip, “I’m not gonna start him on the episode we’re on, else we’d be spoiling him.”

“Oh. Well, I’m not coming,” she says, the rough edge returning to her voice. She crosses her arms, looking away from you.

“What? Aww, why not?” You ask, disappointed, “You love this show!”

“Yeah, and I don’t like Rudy,” she retorts, “He’s way too… Too bubbly. And happy, and weird, and I don’t like him.”

“But aren’t you happy?”

“Yeah, sure I am, but… Ugh.” she trails off, turning her back towards you. You barely avoid getting absolutely whapped by her tail. Your shoulders fall… Something wells up in the pit of your stomach, and it’s not the coffee. “He’s a little too friendly. I dunno what you see in him.”

“Well… The offer’s still open, Lu,” you remind her, before finishing your coffee.

After leaving the mug in the sink, you make your way back to your room, where you find Rudy. He’s standing in front of your mirror, gently brushing the knots from his hair. His ears prick up when you enter, and he faces you with a tender smile.

“Oh, hi! Good morning, deerie! Sorry for using your brush, I was juuust finishing up.” Running his hands through his hair, you catch a glimpse of a golden zipper along his back. He lifts his hair, tying it into a ponytail with his bow. “Aaand, ready. So! What’re we doing today?”

You explain along the way back to the living room. Rudy jingles and clops along behind you as you lead him down the hall. He waves at Lu as you pass the kitchen, but she only scoffs in return. Looking back at him, you could see the worry written all over his face.

“I’m sorry for causing trouble last night,” he says, fidgeting with his fingers.

“It’s… it’s alright,” you offer in response, “We’ll work on that.”

You hope so, at least. The two of you sit down on the couch, and you put on the show.

“Now before it gets started, let me warn you, Rudy,” you begin, setting the remote down, “This show’s reeeally scaaary.” You lean towards him, wiggling your fingers. He leans back, grimacing.

“S-Scary? I’m not good with, um, with horror…” he replies… You giggle.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not that scary,” you reassure him. “It’s like… Well, you’ll see.”

It takes him a while to get used to it, but he soon does, to your delight. By the next episode, you’re leaning against him. It feels nice, but you do wish Lupa was here. Despite that, the rest of the day steadily rolls on by, and you spend it getting Rudy more acclimated to his new home. Watching The Horror Hour was fun, but now? There’s something you want to know about him.

“Hey, Rudy, I’ve got a question,” you pipe up. He tilts his head.

“Sure! What’s up?”

“How are you… Well…” you gesticulate as you try to form your words. “…alive? You’re not like most of my other plushies, save for Lupa.”

“Good… question…?” He slowly replies, tilting his head as he looks to be deep in thought. “I guess I don’t know! Sorry, um… One day, I was content to be the way I was, and then… I wasn’t?” he tilts his head further left, then right, as he speaks, bells lightly jingling and ringing.

“Does that explain the whole… name thing too?” you ask.

“Oh, yeah! I guess I kinda realized I wasn’t really a girl? So now I’m not!” he explains. Sounds about right.

“What about… here?” you ask as you raise a hand, stopping before you touch his top scars. Top stitches?

“Oh, these? Well, when I figured I wasn’t a girl, I guess I thought I didn’t need much of a chest anymore. So I… removed it!”

“You removed it?” You’re incredulous for a moment, but you give it a bit more thought. If Lupa could turn you into a plushie through mere touch, you suppose anything was possible…

“Yep! Removed it! Though… Between you ‘n me, I kinda liked having a chest… So, sometimes I… Um…” He trails off, his eye scanning over your couch, “Oh – Can I eat this please?” he asks, picking up a pillow.

“…Sure?” you squint. Where’s this going…?

“Thank you!” he replies politely, before gnawing the case off the pillow. He grabs handfuls of stuffing, tossing them into his mouth and chewing it like cotton candy. As he eats, you notice his chest begin to fill out… Steadily growing softer, cushier until it’s a fluffy, simplistic bust.

Oh my gosh.

“I dunno if this makes me less of a boy or not, but… Sometimes I feel cute when I’m like this,” he admits, his voice growing more and more quiet. “I-It depends on the day, though. I dunno. What do you think?” Something about it just softens your heart. You want to tell him that it was all okay…

“Absolutely not,” you reassure him, “Rudy, your chest doesn’t make you any less of a boy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re… I think what you have here is really unique.” You’re not exactly the best at describing this kind of subject, but you do your best. For what it’s worth, he seems to really appreciate it. The warmest, widest smile crosses his face as he clasps his hands together.

“Awww, thank you deerie!~ Oh, I also gave myself antlers.” Pausing to point at them, “But I’m sure you already know that. Here, you can touch ‘em if you’d like!” He leans them close to you, and you oblige. Reaching up to run your hands along their velvety surface. A squeeze tells you that they’re almost as soft as the rest of him. Almost.

How adorable… Spending time with him is really nice, you find. Sure he’s a little bubbly, just as Lupa said, but you don’t see it as a bad thing. Seeing him happy makes you happy. You find him to be very sweet.

“Hey, Rudy? Wanna watch some holiday movies tonight? It’s Christmas Eve after all.” You decide to bring it up. After all, you’re sure that Lupa wouldn’t want to see it with you. At that, Rudy’s grin somehow grows even wider.

To which he replied, “Holiday movies?! Of course!”

You’d ask Lupa if she wanted to join, but you get the feeling that she’s been avoiding you two. You think she might’ve been in your room the whole day. The more you think about it, the worse you feel, but… You’re not sure what to do…

“Hey, are you okay?” Rudy asks for what must be the third time tonight.

“Yeah! I’m okay,” you reply, just as you’ve twice done before. “Just thinking.”

“Hmm… About your girlfriend?” he asks. A nervous little chuckle makes its way out of you. Did you make it that obvious? He scoots closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Well… I’m– I’m sure she’s okay! Maybe she’s just asleep, huh? She did look pretty tired earlier.”

“Nah,” comes a gruff, tired voice, “I’m not asleep.”

“Lupa!” you turn on the couch to look at her. She’s picking at the seams around one of her patches, gaze fixed on Rudy, frowning slightly. You worry that she might menace him a little more, make him uncomfortable, but she doesn’t… seem mad. Eventually, she meets your eyes. “Hey! We’re watching Rudolph. Have you been alright?” She snorts.

“Without me?” she asks. She looks… disheveled. Maybe even a little despondent. Did she spend all day asleep? Did she sleep at all? Before tonight, you didn’t think plushies could get bags under their eyes.

“Well…” you falter, “I thought you didn’t like this movie.”

“I don’t!”, she retorts, “But… well…” She starts to fidget, clasping and unclasping her fingers… “I-I dunno. Forget it.” She turns and storms off, waving away your attempts to call her back. You slump back onto the couch with a dejected sigh, and Rudy gently rubs your back.

“I just don’t understand…” you muse.

“I get the feeling she doesn’t really like me,” he mumbles, voice heavy with sadness. You don’t want to agree, but… It’s obvious. She told you as much earlier, didn’t she? But you wanted to make this work! You wanted her to be happy that she had a friend that was like her, but…

“Well…” you struggle to admit, “Not really—”

“HellOOOO, party people!!~☆”

You and Rudy freeze as a preppy, bubbly voice thunders from down the hall. Suddenly, a pair of pink arms wrap around you from behind the couch, and a fluffy white face rests atop your head.

“Hey, babe!~ Miss me?”

“L-Lupa!?” you stammer as she picks you up. Plump, pink lips press against your cheek.

“Like yeah, it’s totally me.~ Who else?” She giggles, letting go of you. “I like, heard you guys were havin’ a party and I want in!~☆ Got room for one more?~” She immediately squeezes her way between you two, crawling over the back of the couch in the process. Her curly tail hits you both in the face a few times as it wags up a storm. “So like, what’re we watchin’, huh? Huh?”

“It’s… Ru—”

“—dolph the Red Nosed Reindeer?!” she cuts in as you try to speak, “Oh my gosh, no way, that’s my… Hmm,” she puts a finger to her chin, “I guess I haven’t seen it, but it’s like, probably my fav.~”

“Would you like for us to rewind it, Lupa?” Rudy offers, “Um, nice ponytail by the way!”

“Hehe, sure! Thank you, dear.~” Lulu lilts, “Yours was just so cute, I just had to take it for myself.”

“Well, it looks great!” he grins. Lupa grins back, sharp toothed and a little strained.

“Heh, yeah... Thaaanks.~”

“Yeah…!”, you agree as you start rewinding the movie, “I… I like it.”

“Yaaaay! Aww, thanks babe!~” Lulu cheers. She wraps you in another hug, rubbing her cheek against yours, “Oh, I just love you like, so much, you know that?~” Why does your stomach feel weird? You remember the last time she was like this. Did she still have a few Valentine’s Day pillows left?

She spends the movie practically draped across you, tail wagging.

“Lupa…” You press. You have a bad feeling about this, and it’d only get worse if you don’t speak up.

“Yeah, hun?”

“Thank you for watching what I wanted to watch, but… It kind of feels like you’re forcing it,” you tell her. She blinks, and her hold on you tightens.

“Wh-What do you mean?”, she asks, tilting her head.

“You’re not like this usually! Or—Ever, really! You’re calmer, you’re at least a little more reserved, you’re… This just isn’t you.”

“Well… I thought you’d like me this way, hun! Rudy’s so excitable, and he just says whatever he’s feeling. And like, he’s always feeling great!I’m not like him at all!”

“Why do you need to be like Rudy?”

“Well, I’ve gotta keep up, right?” It comes out so naturally, as if it was a matter of fact. “I’ve got competition!”

“C-Competition?” you ask, flabbergasted.

“Yeah! You’ve been spending so much time with him. You obviously love him more, don’t you?”

You don’t say anything.

“…Don’t you?” She looks back, towards Rudy. He doesn’t say anything either, only shrinking away when he’s looked upon. Her gaze lands on you once again, her grin noticeably more strained. She gingerly lets go of you, stepping off the couch. “Well? Like, say something! I’m not enough!” Her shout is enough to knock you out of your daze.

“I—I don’t, I don’t love Rudy. We’ve only just met,” you meekly explain. You look to Rudy for confirmation, and he silently nods.

“…Did you think Rudy and I were dating, Lupa?”

“Well—Like, yeah, it was… like, pretty obvious to me that you… That… um.” As she speaks, she seems to run out of steam. Her pink fur steadily bleeds its color, returning to its shades of grey. Her hair loses its bottle-blonde color as well, returning to that deep blue. She trails off, lookin between the two of you. “…Enjoy the movie, ‘kay? I’m gonna… go.”

You watch as she hurries out of the room.

You aren’t far behind her. By the time you get to your room, you could hear sobbing come from beyond the door. You make a move to knock, but she probably wouldn’t mind if you just went inside. So, you do just that.

You find Lupa curled up on your bed, wrapped in blankets to the point where she looked like a big, fabric mountain. You gingerly approach her, placing a hand on her side.

“Lupa…”

You don’t get an answer. She simply continues to cry. It’s a while before she says anything.

“I’m such a dumbass…”

“How so?” You sit on the bed next to her, rubbing her through the blanket.

“Well, I blew it, didn’t I? I made myself look like an idiot ‘cause I thought… Well…”

“That I didn’t love you anymore?” you ask. She sniffles.

“Yeah…”

“Well…” You rub your arm, debating whether it was even a question you were ready to ask. “Why would that be a problem?” you offer. She pulls the blankets from her face, looking up at you. Thankfully, she’s back to her normal self.

“W-what?”

“Let’s say, I was interested in Rudy. I’d still love you, Lulu. I wouldn’t just leave you. I could date both of you!”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah. But… Lupa, I’m not even sure if I love Rudy yet. I like him, but… We’ve only just met.”

“I guess…” she muses, looking away. You run your hand along her cheek, and she looks back up at you.

“I dunno…” She continues, “I guess I thought you’d… throw me away.”

“Throw you—Why would I do that?”

“Mmm…” She hums, “It’s not outta the realm of possibility. And why wouldn’t you? Rudy’s so much nicer to you. He’s not mean to you like I am. He’s a lot comfier about… who he is. I’m just kind of… I dunno. Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m doin’. I love you, but I get scared. I worry about what you think of me.”

“But I love you, Lupa. Sure, there are things you could improve on, but… The fact that you try is what I love about you. You care a lot more than even you might think.”

“But… this isn’t Rudy’s fault,” you make sure to add, “You didn’t make him feel very welcome.”

“I know…” she quietly replies.

“Don’t you think you should apologize?”

“I… Yeah… I should. Where is he?”

“Um, you don’t… have to do that.” Rudy says. You look back to see him peeking around the corner of the doorframe. “I might’ve been listening in. Sorry,” he offers a sheepish grin.

“It’s… it’s alright I guess,” Lupa replies. “It’s only fair, I’m sorry for kinda makin’ you out to be a villain I guess.”

“It’s okay! I’m sorry for making you feel, um. Like I was coming between you two. I really didn’t mean it.”

“Yeah…” she sighs, “I know.”

“Hey,” Rudy approaches you two, “Lupa, wanna shake on it?” She tilts her head as he holds out his hand.

“Eh… Yeah, sure.” Taking it in a paw, the two shake. “Water under the bridge, I guess.”

When Rudy offers to get back to the movie, you and Lupa both decline. It’s been a long day, and honestly? You think you’re ready for bed. You find it hard to get back to watching movies after what happened.

So, you all turn in a little early for the night. You hear Lupa and Rudy exchange another round of quiet apologies as you all get settled in. She holds you especially tight tonight.

You feel cold.

You slowly stir, drowsily reaching for something to cover yourself with. Your hand expects to find the soft, silky fur of your lover’s arm, but your blind swipes find only air. Light snoring accompanied by a gentle jingle and a dull red light let you know where Rudy is, but there’s a noticeably Lupa shaped void in the bed between you two. Rubbing your eyes, you quietly hop out of bed, careful not to disturb your other plushie.

You venture through the house, hoping to find Lupa in what little light there is. A long shadow crosses the living room, and you follow it towards its source. Through the window, you find Lupa on the porch. Leaned against the railing, she seems to be holding something…

She flinches when she hears the door creak open, hackles raised as she turns to look at you. Once her eye lands on you however, she quickly settles down.

“Oh. Hey.” She sounds dejected.

“Hey, Lu. Everything okay?”, you ask, crossing your arms. Not out of malice, but mostly to bury your hands in your armpits. “What do you have there?”

She gives you a wry, wobbly grin before showing you. It’s your toy from before.

“Lobo? You kept it?” you ask. You figured that she’d digested it by now. “But… why?”

“Well...” she avoids looking at you directly. Always looking at that toy, or something else. “You could say it reminds me of… uh, me. Y’know?”

“Of you?”, you repeat. You look between the two of them. Grey fur, blue hair, thick brows… It starts to dawn on you.

“Here, uh. Let’s say… Um- For example, you…” Ahem. She catches herself, taking a deep breath.

“Let’s say, you spend a long time on a shelf. A real long time. One day, a girl and her parents show up. She picks you. They tell her you’re kind of a boy’s toy, but she insists. She takes you home.”

“And life’s pretty good for a while,” she continues, rolling the toy in her paw as she speaks, “She loves you to bits.” Her other paw drifts up to her face, to where her other eye would be.

“…Literally. Um, and you grow to admire her too. Her long hair, her attitude…” She trails off for a moment, setting the toy down and running her paws through her hair, “It kinda, I dunno, sparks something inside you? I guess? Watchin’ her, lovin’ her, you… realize somethin’ about yourself.”

This makes… a lot of sense, actually. You think back to what Rudy said, about how he didn’t want to be a girl anymore…

“So this is—was, you?” you ask, grabbing the toy. “But why didn’t you tell me?” She grimaces.

“Well… I don’t exactly like thinkin’ about it.”

“But if it was bothering you…” You lift it towards her, and she shies away a bit. “I didn’t understand why at first, but you hated looking at this thing, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t hate it! O-Or… him. I just… I dunno. It’s weird, I do hate him, but I can’t look away from him either. Whether I like it or not, I’m… kinda lookin’ at myself. Or like, my brother? Or somethin’? I-I dunno, I… Heheh, ohh…” She starts to brush her hair while she talks, and you decide it’s best to hide the toy behind your back. Lupa seems to calm down once you do that.

“As for why I didn’t tell you, the truth is… I didn’t know what you’d think of me.” She rests her shoulders on the railing, angling her head while she looks down at you. “I’m not exactly ‘as advertised’, y’know?”

“…Neither was Rudy.”

“Oh yeah,” her expression darkens, “Him.”

“What’s your problem with him, anyway?” you step closer, putting a hand on her thigh, “I thought you two made up.”

“Yeah, we did, but… He’s just so full of himself. He’s so happy, he’s comfortable with his whole… thing, y’know?”

“But aren’t you happy?”

“I’m happy with you.”

“Are you happy with yourself?” you ask, and she just silently looks at you, brow furrowed. You match her gaze.

“I…” She takes a deep breath, then sighs. “I look at Rudy, and all the changes he made to himself are so… clean. Pretty.”

“And?” you prompt her. She’s talking around the problem, just like usual, but… maybe letting her talk instead of prying is what she needs from you.

“And, and—he doesn’t even need those changes, right? I saw him undoing them in front of you on the couch, and I just…” She drops her eye to the floor. “I try so hard not to think about what I used to be that it feels like he’s more himself than I am me.”

“Well… what’s wrong with being a little rough around the edges? I love that about you, Lupa. You’re tough! You’re strong! And what’s this about being ‘as advertised’ anyway? Lupa, you’re a girl, right?”

“I-I think? I mean—Yeah! Of course I am! What kinda question is that?”

“Then say it.”

“I’m a girl?” She looks a little incredulous, so you keep going.

“Louder.”

“I’m a girl!”

“Louder!”

“I’m a girl!!”

“Now get down here so I can see you better!”, you demand. She does just that, and you give her cheeks a squeeze. “You’re my adorable girlfriend who I will always love and cherish. Who cares if you used to be a boy or whatever? That’s not you now, and I think that’s pretty cool. Say it, Lupa. You’re a cute girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…” She admits quietly, rubbing her cheek. “I’m a cute girl.” Her ears flatten as you pat her head.

“That’s right. Love you, hun.”

“Love you too… Oh my gosh, you look pretty cold.”

“I’m fiii~ii~iine,” you do your best to reassure her. You don’t do a good job. She huffs.

“I dunno ‘bout that. Here, babe. I’ve got just the thing for you.” She pulls you close, right into her soft, fuzzy embrace. She squeezes you extra hard, tail whishing from side to side, until…

POMF~!

She lets you go. You feel your hair drape around your shoulders, and a fluffy new weight sweeps the ground behind you. You look at your fuzzy, plum and cream paws, putting one to your long snout.

Well, you’re not cold anymore.

“Lupa… Did you have to make my chest so big?” You ask, feeling your cheeks burn as you paw up your stuffed-up bust.

“What’cha mean? I didn’t do that.~ Just like I didn’t specifically make you into a wolf. You must’ve wanted it that way. Wonder what that says about you, hm~?”

You look away, jamming a soft, puffy paw into her face. She swipes it aside, giggling as she lets herself fall on top of you. You both roll on the porch, laughing until you end up in each other’s embrace, tails curling around one another.

“It’s kinda late, huh?”, you eventually ask.

“Yeah, so?”

“We should get some sleep…”

“But plushies don’t have to sleep. Not really,” Lupa replies. Right before letting out a yawn.

“Sleeping feels good though…” you counter, and she can’t argue with that. “Plus, I’d feel bad leaving Rudy alone.”

“Fine, fine…” she sighs. After helping you up, she leads you back inside. Both your footpaws and hers make quiet, muffled thumps against the carpet. It’s a quiet trip, and you both take your time. Holding each other’s paws as you walk. It feels nice, getting to hold her paw normally. Usually, your hand’s way too small for her.

“I think I know another reason why I didn’t like him…” Lupa quietly breaks the silence.

“Hmm? Why’s that?”

“He kinda deadnamed me. Well- Almost. When we first met.”

You cringe, remembering that conversation. You didn’t understand at first, but now that you know everything? Not the best first impression…

“You should probably tell him that. I don’t think he knew…” you advise. She offers a noncommittal little ‘Yeah…’

“I’m serious. He’s a little… Inexperienced, I think. I know you think he’s got it together, but he’s still figuring himself out.”

“Alright, alright. Oh yeah, what’re you gonna do with him?”

“Rudy? Well, I’m keeping him around, I mean…”

“No no, him.” She points at your other paw, and the toy it holds.

“Oh. Well… I’ll probably resell this. Or give it away. I don’t think this is the best place for it. I’ll make sure he goes to a loving home, Lu.” You offer her a smile, and she tenderly returns the look.

“If it’s okay to ask… What happened with you at your old home? Did your owner…?”

“Well, it’s like I said before. When I thought you’d throw me away? Somethin’ like that happened. She went to some school, and I got put in a box. Eventually, I got sold at a yard sale.” She pauses, looking at you. “…And I guess it was the best thing that ever happened to me in the long run, huh?”

The two of you share another hug, and you give her a peck on the nose. Giggling, you try to enter your room. Unfortunately, she had the same idea. The frame might be big enough for one tall, wide plushie, but not two. It only makes you giggle more, and you take turns shushing each other. After all, you’d hate to wake Rudy. After a bit of pushing and pulling, you come unstuck, and you lead your girlfriend towards the bed. Flanking either side of the sleeping deer, you and your fellow wolf climb into bed, settling into a soft, shortly sleeping pile of pillows and plushes.

The next day…

“Dude, it’s—It’s okay, calm down.”

The End.

#bluebeari.art #bluebeari.writing #lupa #rudy #plushie #plush #wolf

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diino8081 · 6 months ago

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frozen liberation au

THE BEGINNING

chapter 1 - old version

(chapter list)

content warnings for character death and blood

the ice emperor groans as he clutches his head, memories flowing through him like a bullet. he can see someone in green standing at the bottom of the stairs, vex in front of him.

"my emperor," he says, turning to face him. "are you alright?"

he shakily takes off his helmet, carefully putting it on the throne behind him, his breathing quick. "v-vex i--"

a shout from the bottom of the stairs. "zane!"

is that... lloyd?

"get away from him!"

there is a blur of green as the two seem to fight. his head aches, still flashing with memories. the clashing of weaponry does nothing to help.

too much noise.

he walks down the stairs, veering towards a hallway on the left. he looks over his shoulder, tensing at the sight of the battle.

the formling looks at him.

he runs.

he retreats to one of the rooms of the palace, trying to cope with the two lifetimes he's now quickly starting to remember. his old bedroom, he recalls. he'd eventually stopped using it at some point.

the armour he wears feels heavier, claustrophobic. he sheds it, placing it on the ground with a clink.

he remembers a ship, the bounty. his father. pixal, the ninja. wu. he remembers his sacrifice and how he died to kill the overlord. how kai and nya would always compete with each other over the smallest of things.

he remembers ghosts and skeletons and oni. how cole would share music with him. how jay defeated him a million times playing videogames and the one time he got him back. how he, pixal and lloyd celebrated after stopping a hostage situation during one of their missions.

but he's not that nindroid anymore. his grip tightens on the staff.

but there's something else.

he remembers backing up his systems. a reflection in the ice around him. his eyes widen in realisation.

there's a knock. he turns to see vex at the door. "my emperor, there you are."

"don't call me that."

"but it's who you are."

"i said don't, vex." he points the blade towards the former advisor. "we may have been friends before, but i know better now. and i will not hesitate to kill you where you stand."

vex's expression turns sour as he steps back. "so what, are you now calling yourself 'zane' like what that intruder called you?" he spits.

his grip on the weapon falters. he looks away. "it's... the better option." ugh, he still feels horrible for tainting that name with his actions.

"you don't sound so sure. let me help you." he grins. "do you want the throne back? to exterminate the last of those vermin? i can get you what you wa--"

zane drives the blade forward, hitting flesh. something wet hits his cheek. he looks down to see the metal having pierced through vex's torso, blood leaking freely from the wound. his face flashes to concern and then fear.

the weapon feels heavy in his hands. what has he done?

so yeah that's it that's part one of the beginning

i am considering putting this on ao3, i have a more refined (yet currently incomplete) version of this written out that i may put there in future

i think though i'm gonna just try this format for now and then when it's at a good point then i'll throw it on in there

but yeah i hope you all enjoyed, any and all comments are appreciated

thank you for reading

CHAPTER SELECT

+ masterlist

> next

#diinoposting #yippee diino art #diino fl!au #ninjago #ninjago au #au #ninjago zane #zane julien #ninjago vex #ninjago lloyd #cw blood #cw weapon #cw gore #cw character death #gonna do different format too #tw blood #tw weapon #tw gore #tw character death

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leavemyelevator-alone · 1 year ago

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Okay, I know I’m a few days late, but I want to talk about Nicholas the Punisher. This theme shows up in either episode 6 or 7, during Wolfwood’s fight against Livio on the Sand Steamer, and it starts playing when Wolfwood declares that he’s gonna be pissed if he has to hurt Livio. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen Wolfwood fight (far from it), but with such high stakes on the outcome on this fight, both concerning Livio’s safety and Vash’s survival, and the fact that this is the theme that is supposed to reflect Wolfwood as the Punisher, we would expect something fast-paced and tense, maybe, if it wanted to lean into the looming outcome if Vash and Wolfwood lose.

But no. Wolfwood’s theme (as the Punisher) is so slow, and seems to carry a melancholic, tragic theme to it. It feels so weary, like Wolfwood is exhausted of having to play this part, and is sick of hurting people he once knew (and even loved, in Livio’s case). It carries an undertone of determinedness, but it’s so overwhelmingly melancholic it makes me pause. Does it mean that under all of his blunder, Wolfwood had already given up on Livio, from the start of the fight? This theme plays before he spits out who he really is to Vash, so does that mean that this is how Wolfwood views himself? Does he see himself as this tragic, unforgivable monster? Does he think that he doomed Livio, albeit unknowingly from the start by letting his little brother follow him around? I think so, but the cool thing about music is that everyone has their own interpretation of it.

Knives’ theme is strong gorgeous and victorious, Vash’s is chaotic and clearly feels like someone on the run, but Wolfwood’s stays tragic. It is mean to show who he is with the Eye of Michael — what they’ve made him into. Not this strong, unbreakable inhuman fighter, but a scared, broken man who feels like not only his brother but his humanity was ripped away from him. Let’s compare it to Undertaker, his introductory theme: as @/fatalwhims mentioned, this piece is overall kinda unsettling. It’s slower as well, but is more confident. It’s relaxed, and arguably a little mischievous, as opposed to Nicholas the Punisher’s despondency. This is absolutely the musical personification of Wolfwood’s persona he shares with the gang. This is the relaxed, knows what he’s doing, “big-brother Nico” vibes he attempts to use to get Vash to trust him. But Nicholas the Punisher is so far from that.

Okay, we got the melancholy, “woe-is me” music out of the way; now it’s time for the action-packed, Vashwood-fighting-back-to-back fight music, right? Wrong. Whom to Kill, Whom to Let Live is the track that plays next, and it is just as (arguably) hopeless. The piano creates a bit more of a determined feel, as well as the bass (I think? Correct me if I’m wrong, cause I probably am) that comes in at 1:07 and the addition of another instrument at 1:37, but if you listen closely, the determination that it invokes fits more that of a grim one than that of a triumphant, I-can-beat-him! feel that most series like to do. That aforementioned piano piece? It’s lifted directly from the track Orphanage. Whom to Kill is just as sad of a song as Nicholas the Punisher, and I feel like this is the perfect score for this fight scene. This is not an epic showdown like it was against the Nebraskas at the beginning of the series, or even against Knives at the end of it. This is what I would call the “Last Agni Kai” fight: Wolfwood doesn’t want to fight Livio. He understands that he seems to have no choice, but that doesn’t mean he wants to fight his baby brother. That is why the Orphanage piano piece comes back and haunts this track. That is why it is grim determination. He will either have to let Livio kill his ward (which will get him killed by Knives), or he will have to kill Livio himself (which will break him worse than death). The entirety of the Livio-Vash-Wolfwood fight is tragic, somber, almost desperate music; not what you would expect to hear from an epic fight scene. None of this might make any sense, but I had to get it out of my system. Thanks for indulging my rambling!

@tristampparty

#TristampParty #trigun #i don't know why i did this #but it Would Not Release Me until i did #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun stampede #analysis

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tikay21 · 28 days ago

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🐺Kay Withers - Game Changer of my Life

Story Intro

Infos behind t/his story and why he is so special to me ... Kay is my current and probably forever most important OC. He has accompanied me through difficult times and, in a way, he paved the path for some realizations about myself. A lot of me is in him, especially his free spirit and unconventional nature. If you can say you love your characters, then I definitely love him the most. He is a milestone, a game-changer in my life.

And of course, I’ve played him a lot and still do - sometimes more intensely, sometimes less - but he remains a constant companion. Even when other stories take center stage, this character is my anchor.

Maybe it sounds crazy to thank a Sim, but in a way, by thanking him, I’m also thanking myself and the important point is that I'm able to be thankful for being me now, for accomplishing things that once seemed impossible, for growing, healing and overcoming new challenges.

Those weren’t easy times, but they took a turn with him because I started engaging with myself in a completely new way. Through exploring his character, I discovered aspects of myself I had never thought about before. This reflection made me reevaluate things and see them in a completely different context. From this confrontation emerged insights into who I am, helping me resolve many mental struggles rooted in the questions: Who am I? Why have certain things happened, and how do I cope with them? What are my strengths and weaknesses? And why couldn’t I realize certain things earlier?

No longer living by others' schedules, no longer trying to please everyone else to feel worthy, but standing up for myself. That is what I can do today, and it makes me someone who can view things from diverse perspectives, who evaluates and reconsiders things differently. Yet, precisely because of that, I consciously and intentionally stand up for things and others, by my own choice.

He is a symbol of my strength, my growth, and, above all, my inner FREEDOM.

He - the idea of him - has earned this place ... I have earned this place ... You have earned this place ... Everyone has earned this place ... Because we are all something special, unique, and full of diversity. Never forget that and what a gift it is to learn and experience from each other! Be thankful for what you have, it isn't taken for granted ... So I decided to share his story here, which I’ve written and played on a private server some years ago. I’ll start copying and translating it here. The story itself has nothing to do with my life - he has a completely separate life of his own ...

The gameplay principle: How did this story come to life? It’s based on a Bachelor Challenge we played on a small server, and that’s when I had the idea to try it as a Prince Charming version. What fascinated me most back then and the reason for me to participate, was how it aligned with my gameplay style: observing the Sims, letting them act autonomously, and stepping in only when necessary, like organizing events or setting up dates. This for the Essentially, it started as a documentation of gameplay that eventually took on a life of its own. From describing the screenshots, a story naturally began to emerge.

This was also the first time I documented my gameplay through screenshots and intertwine it with storytelling.

However, Kay’s life didn’t start with this challenge. His story began long before I decided to participate with him in it, so he already had a backstory. That made it easier for the story since I didn’t have to create something from scratch. And his journey continues even beyond this storyline. This part of the story is still without CC. The approach: Capturing the daily routine through screenshots, often using the pause, play and tab keys as well as camera angles to capture special moments. In the end, I watch all the pictures in sequence, almost like a movie, and let them tell the story. Most of the time, they reveal a narrative or an event to me.

I hope you’ll enjoy reading it!

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Apart from the promotional pages released early on the official twitter account from the magazine, the page with Doumeki and Kamiya talking outside of the hospital while they are waiting for Tsunakawa was the first one of the new chapter I got to see. This resulted in me looking at it several times while waiting for the translation (thank you so much @itwearsadress also for the scans I am using here for this analysis).

So I wanted to talk about art and composition a little more, if people want to read about it. These are main reasons why I’m publicly posting and talking about Saezuru, because I sincerely like Yoneda’s style and how it works with the story she is writing.

I also remember noticing another page in a previous chapter that I had found so interesting to look at and I think the two can be analyzed together. In chapter 55 Doumeki went to talk with Inami after Yashiro sent a picture of Kai to the detective. What information the police had on Kai was certainly more current and useful to acquire and report to Tsunakawa: so that information alone is worth the meeting. In addition to this, Doumeki maybe caught part of the phone conversation between Yashiro and Inami, possibly realizing that the detective was asking for sex in exchange for the information, and Inami baited him with a video of Yashiro. (Let’s remember here that there is a lot more than we don’t know about their arrangement, and that Yashiro has not been a oh-so-willing participant in this). So immediately after the meeting with Inami, Doumeki reported back to Mukaji and Tsunakawa himself about what he learned about Kai and Okuyama. Tsunakawa’s new orders for Doumeki are the following: “Find out Okuyama’s whereabouts. Also, go with Kamiya to find the survivors of Kyouseikai and make them talk”. It’s Doumeki who asks about Yashiro’s surveillance. Tsunakawa answers: “There is no reason for you to be keeping an eye on him anymore. Tell him to withdraw completely. I’ll speak directly with Misumi to settle the matter”.

So when we get to the page I wanted to look at together, Doumeki has parked the car outside of Yashiro’s apartment building and he is thinking. Tsunakawa’s orders are clear: he can’t use the reason of surveillance and protection anymore, but he still wants an excuse to keep meeting Yashiro, to be around, especially since he learned from Inami that Yashiro was not getting any pleasure out of their sexual encounters. In the car he is looking at the memory card he took from Inami, containing an incriminating video. It’s late at night at this point. The lights from the apartment building are all turned off, people are sleeping, the street is empty and silent, only a single security light attached to a gate. There is light reflecting on the windows of the car, from the city, from other street lights we don’t see. So Doumeki is sitting there thinking: first we barely see him from an external POV, outside, in front of the car, because the inside is dark and the reflection on the front window is brighter on the left side (from the front) where the driver seat is. The next panel is an extreme close-up of Doumeki’s gloved hand holding the memory card: we are meant to understand what he is thinking about especially from the emphasis on this detail after all, this small object shows us the new central dilemma we are facing. Right beside it, a side view of Doumeki from slightly above the passenger seat window, like we moved to observe what he is doing from the front to the side of the car, from outside. This is a medium shot: the framing makes it so we can see the face in combination with body language, this gives us more information about Doumeki thinking about what to do before getting out of the car. That way the light is brighter behind Doumeki’s profile and face, with the shadow concentrated around the seat of the car, his dark clothes and the dark interior. The next two panels bring us so much closer, with a low angle of view at a close-up on Doumeki’s face, this shift the emphasis on what kind of decision Doumeki is making, underlying the importance and gravity of his expression and concentration. And my favorite part: the concluding panel. Because now we are in Doumeki’s POV, looking at Yashiro’s apartment building framed at a high angle, because we are still sitting below. The now intimate POV and the extremity of the angle suggests us the feeling of being small, isolated and vulnerable in relation to the imposing building that is waiting for us.

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In the first two pages of chapter 59, and of what will be volume 10, we see that Doumeki and Kamiya are standing on a sidewalk in front of the entrance to a building complex of some kind, the cloudy sky seems to indicate a time late in the day (or early in the morning), since the sunlight is so inclined to be reflected under the higher cloud formations. The exchange about the place being a smoke-free area makes more sense after we read more of the chapter and understand that we are just outside of the hospital where Tsunakawa is treated; thus the sentence: “There is an appropriate place for everything”. Doumeki referring to Kamiya’s smoking habits here has a broader meaning and other implications. Okuyama is dying from cancer. And maybe Kamiya is referring to Doumeki’s sensibility as well as his sense of appropriateness when he compares him to Izumi-san. If that wasn’t enough, then let’s consider the meta-level of what Doumeki’s preoccupation with smoking cigarettes has been used to symbolize since the explicit reference to it made by Nanahara on the rooftop of another hospital building (to tie it all nicely).

The page I like for its composition is the second one, but we get to it after having seen the two men side by side in the last strip, from the front, in a long shot that allows us to see their full bodies and that conveys information about their surroundings. The long shot establish context for everything that follows. Let’s notice how the two speech bubbles are framing the building, they are talking about something with a bigger context. “There is an appropriate place for everything”. “We’re outside, isn’t it good enough (mum)?”.

Kamiya is now crouching down, while Doumeki stands, making so that their faces are on very different levels while they talk. The POV changes. At the start of the page we have another long shot at the two from the side. Again the characters are shown in relation to their immediate surroundings and in addition to the other side of the building complex, we now can see an empty parking spot in front of them and a car parked next. The fact that we see them again fully convey a number of information about who they are based on body language in addition to the dialogue: Kamiya will take every break possible to relax and indulge himself, whereas Doumeki will maintain proper posture and keep wait for the next assignment, always on the job. In the second panel, Doumeki is answering a question that we are all very interested in (he actually avoids answering by asking another question in stead, everything about this man screams police academy). That is why we get a close-up to his face from the same POV as before, from the side: resulting in a profile which usually makes it more difficult to read facial expressions, like in this case where Doumeki isn’t showing anything. It’s a good choice to build a little tension around his answer and is a great shot for dialogue. The top of Doumeki’s head is cut, a possible emphasis on his height and a reminder of the difference in levels between him and Kamiya now that one is crouching down, carrying over the impression that in order to see both of their faces there is barely enough space in the first panel. The central panel in the page is interesting because now we have a medium shot from the front except that the height of the POV is determined by Kamiya’s position and as a consequence the upper half of Doumeki’s body is cut off right when he says: “Then it must be true”. We don’t see his face, his expression, so we don’t have any idea if we can trust what he is saying: that he is telling the truth. This is something that is used often in manga: if someone is telling a lie, part of his face will be out of the frame, in this case, all Doumeki’s upper body is out of frame. Kamiya being in the story so that his feathers can be ruffled by homosexual activity (or by any activity to be fair) is why I am always smiling when I see him in a chapter. Doumeki making a joke about it is a sign of them being possibly closer, but also let’s not forget it’s a successful diversion from the line of questioning about Izumi. Always being aware of Doumeki not being a naive character is a good approach to maintain. And lastly, the panels at the end of the page, which attracted my attention and interest. Because the POV moves behind the characters in a medium shot that is this time not aligned to any of the two characters. It’s a completely different POV, a disruption is occurring to break the scene and end the dialogue, we are kneeling behind Kamiya now and peeking between the back of his head and Doumeki’s legs because we heard that a car is coming to park in the empty space in front, except the only sound effect (SFX) on the page is in the next and last panel, en extreme close-up of one of the car’s tires coming to a stop. The new POV allows us a new look at our surroundings and, being lower, we are able to see a good portion of the cloudy sky again, with the low sunlight scattering and diffracting perfectly rendered despite the grey scale.

The car with Mukaji and Tsunakawa we didn’t know we were waiting for has finally arrived and we can meet Okuyama. Because let’s not forget that we are reading a story about two people who have a lot more going on in their lives than their complex relationship. That if anything we are seeing stolen moments between the characters in the middle of their busy and dangerous lives, that the pressures on them are internal and external, the world and society don’t cease to exist around them. This dimension is what has me definitely interested in all that Saezuru has to offer, because everything is intertwined and the external contexts, the yakuza, the police, the city landscape and spaces aren’t just aesthetics, nor backgrounds, but coherent environments that inform how we need to read the characters. And these pages remind us about it: Doumeki having to make a decision at night, under pressure from his boss, his yakuza duties, Inami’s presence, in addition to his own personal feelings for Yashiro. Kamiya taking a moment to ask a question that he has been carrying around for a while, since they have five minutes after two weeks of searching for Okuyama, with Doumeki disappearing every now and again, and he decided not to smoke after all…

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru analysis #eri reads saezuru #chapter 55 #chapter 59 #saezuru spoilers #yoneda kou #when i say that i am reading this analytically i mean it

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