#my characters continue to be unimpressed XD

[novelmonger]

Okay, boys, sorry it's been a while, but I've been sick and didn't feel much like reading Dragon Champion. But what did you think of chapter 2?

Shynael: >:C

Shard: He's still upset. I thought it was kind of interesting to learn a bit more about dragon society in this world, though.

Shynael: No it wasn't! It was all wrong! All his stupid parents could talk about was how proud they were of him eating his brother! I don't care if this is a different world; that's not okay!

Shard: *sigh* You're right, Shynael, you're right.

Shynael: Also dragons don't have two hearts. And female dragons aren't mostly greens.

Shard: Vannasai is a green.

Shynael: Yeeeaaahhh, but Linygae and my mother were reds. And Gyvael was a purple.

Shard: True. But you know, all the talk of Auron being grey, which is unusual...it made me think of you.

Shynael: What?! What about me could possibly make you think of that...that-that slimy cannibal--

Shard: Easy, easy, I just meant...you know, you're a black. There aren't a whole lot of black dragons around, so you're...remarkable.

Shynael: Hmph. Not the same.

[teecupangel]

From @thedragonqueen1998

Altaïr just trying so hard to ignore the Readers attempts to communicate. XD Bushes keep lighting on fire near him and he just keeps walking.

This is connected to my tags:

#ac characters as biblically accurate angels #oh god #there’s a plot brewing in the gray #oh no #oh dear #now i’m just imagining the reader possessing a burning bush #and going #‘altaïr #we need to talk’ #and altaïr just going ‘nope not hearing a burning bush definitely not hearing a burning bush’

And I was thinking about what I’ve written in my work-tired-addled mind and I know I wrote it as a joke and, let’s be honest, if Altaïr did turn into a biblically accurate angel, any push from Maria about how this was divine intervention or her God pretty much telling Altaïr “Can’t deny my existence now, can you, bitch” (of course Maria wouldn’t word it that way but I would) would be countered by Altaïr reminding her that the Apple (which has been in his possession and one he had been studying during his free time) did have the capabilities to show illusions so vivid they feel and seem real.

(Honestly, I see Altaïr admitting a god’s existence if there is proof of its existence and also undeniable proof that this supposed god is not part of the Isu race… anything less? He’d be stubborn about it.)

“So what you’re saying is that you are under a spell from that Apple of yours right now?” Maria countered as she crossed her arms, eyes narrowing as she challenged, “And you’re admitting that you have no idea how you can return to your true form nor have any actual evidence that this is connected to the Apple?”

“The Apple’s illusionary powers is the logical conclusion.” Altaïr repeated, annoyed by the way his voice was amplified by thousands of different voices with accents he could barely place, “And the reason I am studying the Apple is because its true potential is unknown to me. I have no evidence that would contradict my theory that this is the Apple’s work.”

“The only thing I am sure of is that you’d rather admit you are playing with something you cannot comprehend than believe that this is the work of God.” Maria dryly said as she stared at Altaïr’s divine visage with an unimpressed expression on her face.

Before Altaïr could say something, most likely unintentionally pushing Maria’s already fraying patience even further and getting sucked into another debate or another about her God or religion in general, a sudden pillar of light pierced the clouds and struck down a nearby bush. The light dispersed, leaving only a bush burning in bright white fire.

Maria gaped at the burning bush for a moment before turning to stare at Altaïr with wide eyes as she pointed at the bush, unable to make any words and instead incomprehensible aborted sounds that sounded quite close to squealing were all she could say.

“No. This is not a sign from your God. It was probably thunder-”

“Oh, shit.”

Altaïr was forced to shut up when he heard a female-sounding voice…

… coming from the burning bush.

Altaïr and Maria turned to stare at the burning bush as the female-sounding voice continued to speak in a strange dialect that seemed English yet not at the same time, “Reader, our aim was off. We’re possessing a bush now.”

“It will have to do.” A male-sounding voice emitted from the burning bush this time and the glowing flames of the bush seemed to flicker at the sound of this voice, “Altaïr. We need to talk.”

Maria turned to stare back at him and just made hand gestures that seemed to be pointing at him and the bush.

Knowing that the ex-Templar had finally lost the ability to speak due to the… religious implications of what they were seeing right now, Altaïr floated closer to the bush as he said in English, “And who am I speaking to?”

From the expression on Maria’s face, it was clear that she knew Altaïr knew who he was speaking to.

The bush was quiet for a moment before the female voice said, “You have to say it. You know you do.”

“I am not going to tell Altaïr that I’m God.” The male voice said in a tired tone that Altaïr could relate to. To Altaïr, he replied, “I am known as the Reader. I have been reading every possible event and future of this world, all in the hopes to find a future where the world would be saved from countless catastrophes that will befall this world centuries from now.”

“But to you? I am what remains of Desmond Miles, your descendant from the 21st century.”

Altaïr couldn’t even feel any kind of victory over Maria right now.

Sure.

He was right that the burning bush wasn’t any kind of god.

A time-traveling descendant of his with the power to see every possibility who is now possessing a burning bush?

Yeah. Okay.

His life was just that weird now, he guessed.

Same person who asked Angel! Altaïr

What if Ezio and Connor turned into biblically accurate angels? (And maybe Haytham or Edward for fun-)

Hi, nonny! Thank you for making Altaïr suffer as a biblically accurate angel yesterday (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Now... Let's screw up Desmond's other ancestors' lives XD

Well, Ezio would definitely have a hard time doing anything else because he’s just become a biblical-accurate angel in one of the most religious parts of the world during his time. Like, if this was set during AC2, Ezio would probably run to Monteriggioni to escape all the worshipping and falling into the ground to pray and stuff, unintentionally turning Monteriggioni into a religious location.

A… holy land.

If this is the middle of AC2, Rodrigo Borgia wouldn’t be pope yet so his power will be limited and it’s really, really going to be easy for all of this to go out of hand and, honestly, Mario Auditore doesn’t strike me as the religious type but he’d definitely try to spin this entire thing to their advantage while worrying on how to get his nephew back to human form in closed doors.

Oh god.

If they hear about Ezio’s mother and sister…

Maria Auditore might be considered a holy woman!

CLAUDIA MIGHT BE CALLED A SAINTESS!

Oh shhiiittt. Claudia might actually milk this entire thing and do a Jeanne d’Arc in this setup.

And Ezio would be stuck in Monteriggioni because he can’t be an Assassin now, EVERYONE is looking at him.

And now… Claudia Auditore takes centerstage. This time, it’s Ezio’s turn to take care of the books. XD

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Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Honestly, Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t think of himself as an angel. He would believe that he had been touched by the spirits or something similar so he may protect his village. Redcoats would definitely see him and think that the end times have come. They have been judged and proclaimed as sinners. This would actually be the most dangerous setup because Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t necessarily have a good support system in place. Achilles is an old jaded man who can’t easily come to his aid. All of his white allies have their own desires and they wouldn���t mind using Ratonhnhaké:ton to achieve their goals. Then… the siege of Yorktown becomes the battleground of two heavenly beings as Haytham stands in front of Charles Lee… and turns into an angel as well.

Edward:

You know what would be funny… if Edward turned into an angel during the webtoon part. Like, just think of Noa’s “what? WHAT??? WHAT?????” reaction to watching as Edward suddenly becomes an angel and he gets desynced there and then because “holy shit, what???” and everyone in the room are just like “???????”.

In the Gray:

“Reader… Reader… you have to stop this.”

“I can’t… I’m connecting to Desmond Miles’ ancestors and this automatically happens. I cannot stop the connection.”

“Reader, if you keep doing this…………… You might have to pretend to be ‘God’.”

“………… what kind of logic did you have to jump thru to get to that idea???”

“Is that sarcasm I sense in your voice? Is this making you human again???”

“Focus, Layla!”

[the-diabolist]

Hello!! Kikuo Anon here!!

Could I request Any BTD & BTD2 characters you have in mind With a GN!S/O who makes the same music as Kikuo??

(Here’s his channel link so you can listen to his songs, also if you need any details about him I’ll be happy to tell you @kikuo-coffeehouse )

Thank you!! Have a great rest of your day :)

I think you're probably looking for headcanons with a hyperspecific reader type here, which isn't something that I do. So I used your concept for a ficlet instead and just picked the character I thought would appreciate it the most. Which means this will be my first (and probably only) Ren fic xD

c.w: none! ~600w

"Aww, you changed the lines I gave you?" He frowns when he looks over your shoulder at the notebook page, and you can hear the inevitable pout beginning to creep into his tone.

"Only a little! Look, it's mostly the same, I just changed a few words to fit the flow better," you reply, turning to look up at him. Sure enough, his eyebrows knit together and his lower lip juts out. You grab it between your thumb and forefinger and tug lightly. "Don't sulk, it's not as cute as you think it is."

He nips lightly at your finger, which you barely manage to yank away in time with a playful yelp. He sticks his tongue out at you.

He's not bad at helping with lyrics, actually. You've taken to consulting him when you get stuck; his fresh perspective is useful, and it turns out he's a decent poet. The only issue is how particular he gets about it - he likes it when you use what he comes up with, but if you change anything about it, he gets offended.

When it's time to put the melody together, he's less useful but more fun.

"Ooo, that looks great!" He beams, scanning the bars you've got thus far.

"He says, as if he has any idea how to read it," you tease, gaze focused on the computer screen.

"I don't have to understand it to know it looks cool," he says confidently, almost snobbishly, as if he can't believe you'd doubt his exemplary eye for quality. "Which vocaloid are you using?"

"Hmm, well, if you must know..." you begin, tone conspiratorial. His ears perk up eagerly and he leans in close, as if you're about to disclose state secrets. "It'll have to be... M.Y.O.B."

His face falls into a mildly annoyed deadpan. He is clearly unimpressed with your joke.

"Aw, c'mon. At least let me hear it? I need to know which playlist it's going into."

He reaches toward the mouse before you can tell him no. Used to those grabby hands of his, you manage to play a successful game of keep-away with the device.

"Patience, silly," you scold him. He grins toothily in response, which is concerning.

"Please?" He purrs slyly, before practically climbing into your lap and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Don't you love me?"

His hair and his ears tickle so much that you begin to reflexively jerk around, giggling, but he just follows, pinning you to the chair with his slight and aggressively affectionate frame. You're going to slide to the floor, dragging him with you like an anchor, if this continues - but, luckily(?), he manages to swipe the mouse away as you squeak with laughter, clicking buttons on the screen before you can react.

The fifteen seconds of music you've put together play as you catch your breath.

When it's over, there's a beat of silence before he says: "Hm. Needs more work, honestly."

You tackle him to the floor, fully intending to tickle him until he cries.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Ok here again and awake this time xD

Dear hazel

Can I have aroma of tea with the symbols of fox or coffin with diluc? I want him to suffer muajajajajajajajajaja

Thank you!!!💕

Have a good day and take care

aroma: tea (wholistic) | symbols: fox (betrayal), coffin (death) 

:: diluc x gn reader | angst (major character death, sudden confessions, misunderstandings (reader to diluc), major character injury)| tasseography event

-- no comfort*

“W-what do you mean?” Your voice trembled, your grip on their arm tightened as they held you. It was their strength keeping you standing and you were using all of it. 

“It’s too late ...” 

“What does that mean?!” you screamed, the tears cascading down your cheeks, legs giving way, eyes focused on the healers who were working on him but whose faces looked solemn and heads hung low. 

You were frantic, head snapping back and forth between the lifeless hand hanging off the edge and the unfortunate human who had to relay the news to you. This was all a bad dream, this wasn’t real - this couldn’t be real - Diluc wasnt ...

--

"Seriously, it’s fine,” you reassured him, cup smacking the bar top while you watched him steadily restock the glasses. 

“I find that hard to believe,” he huffed, an eye roll threatening to appear in those radiant eyes. You chuckled, unsure why the sound of his annoyance made your chest warm. 

“Listen, if I let people help me out on every little thing, then I’m simply a burden for others.” Sighing, you waited for him to turn around before continuing, “besides, you have things on your plate. I certainly don’t want to add more.” 

Diluc didn’t look impressed by your logic, in fact, he looked unimpressed. This wasn’t new considering he rarely showed any other expression than indifference, but you could tell there was something else there, “Did I not say I’d lend you my support?” 

“You did - but -” 

“Then it is not a burden for me to handle this.” 

Shaking your head, you let out another sigh into your drink. Diluc was stubborn, but so were you. “I really don’t know why you won’t let me just handle this. It’s like you don’t trust me.” 

Before you could take a drink from your glass, warm fingers curled around your own, “Trust is not the issue.” 

“Then why are you so persistent?” You held his gaze and he held yours. The pounding in your chest misunderstood as adrenaline and nothing else. 

“I have my reasons.” 

Frustrated, you pulled against his arm but he didn’t budge, “For Archons sake, that’s not an answer-” 

“I love you.” 

Everything stopped. The world stopped, sound beyond the bubble the two of you created stopped. You gazed at him searching for some sign of a joke you didn’t know the punchline of but the longer you looked and the richer his cheeks became, the more you knew he was telling you the truth. 

You were shaken, confused. He never - you never suspected that he was even capable of feelings like that so why were you so over the moon that they were directed at you. 

“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing you knew how to say. Was it an apology for him or for you, to buy you some time, to figure out why your heart beat so painfully or understand why this revelation made you so happy. It was a shit reply, but you needed to sort this out -- so you ran. 

The next morning you learned that Diluc had taken the commission even though you said you had it covered. In your anger, you found yourself stomping toward Angels Share to give him a piece of your mind but you never made it. 

Instead, you felt your world crash around you at the sight of a Knight of Favonius carrying Diluc’s lifeless body toward the chapel. The color red cascading in placed it normally shouldn’t.

From that moment, your heart stalled for an eternity. 

--

“Please, please keep trying,” you begged, screamed at the final healer who examined him. The curtain was drawn so you could only see a fraction of what was going on. Rags the shade of the richest wine, aprons stained with it, exhausted faces rushing to and fro while you stood there, helpless. 

You watched on the sidelines unable to do anything. Arms of strangers keeping you at bay. If you had the strength to breathe, had the focus to crawl your way toward him, what would you see, what was on the other side of that curtain and why did it hold your entire life in it’s hands?

One of the healers rushed back in, their hands loaded with items you didn’t recognize, their face twisted with worried. Quickly, they whispered to their partner who hadn’t left Diluc’s side since you entered the room. They were rushing. Was something changing? 

“What are they saying? What’s happening!?” No one would tell you anything and why would they? You weren’t his family, you weren’t his lover, you were just an outsider to them. 

“Get them out of here!” One of them shouted, probably for the tenth time, but you couldn’t bare to leave the room. Not now, not when you swore you saw him open his eyes and find you in the chaos of the room. 

“No - Stop!” You shoved free from the person who restrained you, hand stretching to reach him, “Diluc - wait!!” An additional pair of arms lifted you from the ground and tried to escort you from the room but you fought back. “Please, he has to live! You have to save him -- he --”  Your cry shook the room, it shook your heart as all the feelings you kept locked away came crashing through you, “he can’t die thinking I don’t love him!!” 

It was the truth and you hated yourself for not saying when he gave you the chance.

When you were dragged from the room, you felt numb. The lies you told yourself, the dismissals you made at feeling like you weren’t worthy to love him. It all started to get clearer, but you betrayed him, you weren’t honest with him, and now you were about to lose your chance to ever tell him how wrong you were. 

“y/n?” A familiar voice called to you as you stood frozen in the waiting area. A pair of cold hands touched your arm and when you looked to their owner you saw Kaeya gazing at you with an expression you were far too familiar with. 

“It’s m-my fault. This is my fault.”

“Stop-” 

“Kaeya, it should have been me -” Kaeya’s grip on your shoulders increased as shook his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. “What did I do? --K-Kae - what did I...” you broke, bits and pieces of the person you were began to tear themselves from your soul and while you crumbled to the floor, wailing at the thought of Diluc not making it, Kaeya did his best to catch you. 

-- 

Days went by but nothing changed. You waited. Whispered in his ear, over his heart, next to him as you clung to the bed like it was your lifeline the words you were too afraid to say before. They poured from you until your voice grew hoarse and your body ran out of tears. Until you stopped eating because food had no taste. Until your dreams started to become more enjoyable than the life you were about to lead without him. 

“Please, wake up,” you whispered, but he didn’t. 

all works & ideas created by Hazel, recreations, reposts not allowed even with credit provided

[you-guys--are-losers]

57 for ship of choice

//Oooh… I like. I like this one. Oh, and the prompt too.;) Sorry it’s a bit short, but I like it. XD 

57: Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Electrifying

Summary: In which MJ saves Peter from a supervillain and commits a serious feminist blunder.

Characters: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Wordcount: 1,218 

Warnings: Sarcasm, Subverted Tropes

He told her to get to safety. 

That’s all that Peter can think about as he looks at MJ, his breath heavy and gasping. He can’t tell if the roaring he hears is the sloshing of the water settling around him, seeping through the rocks beneath his feet, or if it’s the blood pounding in his ears. If he wasn’t so shocked, he would probably have been shivering, but the chill of the water that soaks him from head to toe doesn’t compare to the warmth that is spreading through his chest. 

He remembers seeing her dart out of his field of vision after the metallic, wriggling arms pierced out of the water, but he had been too busy fighting off the clawed blades that were trying to detach his head to do anything more than pray that she had made it to shelter. 

His prayers had not involved MJ electrifying the soaked, metal-clad villain with a taser filched from an unconscious police officer, but as he looks at her now he wonders if they should have. 

As Peter slowly regains his breath and his hearing, he can’t help but stare. MJ stands in the rocks a few feet away, taser clenched in her shaking hand. She looks even taller and more willowy than ever; her curls are soaked through and plastered to her head, neck, and shoulders, dripping all over her drenched clothing. The t-shirt Peter bought her (black, with “this is what a feminist looks like” in red lettering) hangs off of her, along with the beige jacket she loves so much. 

Her eyes, though slightly widened, are locked on his own, and fire blazes in them as she offers him a shaky grin from where she stands behind the twitching body of the fallen villain. 

Peter thinks she looks like Joan of Arc, and he can’t breathe. 

He doesn’t even look as the webs leave him, cocooning Doc Oc to the rocky shore. The roaring of his own heartbeat is fading, lost with the chill and with everything else as the world drops away. He doesn’t remember beginning to move across the rocks, swift and with intentionality that brings him to her side immediately. 

“MJ, I…” he trails off, unable to continue as he looks into her eyes. She does not look away, and she blinks several times as the grin fades away, leaving her lips slightly parted as she takes in the admiration that is written all over his face. 

“I just-” 

The sound of sirens, distant but droning louder against Peter’s super senses, snaps him back to reality. “Oh. Uh.” He glances at her, then over his shoulder, then back to her again. “Um, let me just-” 

Peter quickly begins to climb back onto the soaked bike path of the park they had been walking in, offering his hand to help her move quickly and safely over the treacherous terrain. She grips his forearm tightly, fingers wrapping around it as she picks her way over the rocks unsteadily. 

His heart pounds, and suddenly Peter is talking. 

“Um. That was… That was incredible. I didn’t– I’ve never seen– Uh, I just- I mean, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to intervene or anything, it’s just that Doc Oc– well, maybe one of her goons, I don’t really know– she hacked my suit, and then I couldn’t, uh, activate those taser webs. Or any webs, really. But I didn’t mean for you to be in danger, I was hoping you wouldn’t… Not that I think you need protecting, or anything! I mean, you kind of proved that, I just…” 

Peter swallows as she is silent behind him, and he can’t make himself look back to see if this is an amused silence or an unimpressed one. His heart hammers as he finally settles on, “…Thank you. I… I’m glad you’re okay.” 

In order to distract himself from the hammering of his heart and the awareness he suddenly has of her touch, he focuses on getting her onto the path, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as they move to steady ground. 

Once both of their feet are on soaked asphalt, Peter lets out a breath of relief, beginning to turn back to MJ. “So, uh the police are on their-” 

Her lips are on his, and Peter’s eyes drift shut before he even has a chance to speak. 

Peter’s back arches into the kiss immediately as her lips fit against his, knocking their teeth together lightly as he adjusts his footing so that his hips are facing hers. The taser clatters to the ground; her hands have risen to his face, one cupping his cheek while the other cradles the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his soaked curls. His hands freeze at first before drifting down to her waist instinctively as he leans into the kiss, resting chastely there. 

Several of her wet curls fall into his face, but Peter does not brush them away. The sirens in his ears are nothing compared to the absolute storm of firecrackers going off in his mind, sending sparks of warmth arcing down his body as he melts into her. Her lips are gentle and firm, and they do not leave his until Peter can tell that both he and Michelle need a moment to resurface from their moment.

When the kiss breaks, neither moves any farther than it takes to draw a breath. Their lips brush as Michelle parts hers slightly, inhaling carefully. Peter’s eyes are still closed as he breathes in the moment, heart pounding like the settling waves against the shore. 

“I’m a horrible feminist.” 

The words are breathed against his lips, and her mouth lightly brushes his cupid’s bow as he starts slightly in surprise, not moving away. 

“What?” he murmurs, eyes finally fluttering open to meet hers. They are warm and searching, scanning his face and lingering on his lips for a moment before rising back to his. The satisfaction in them is soft and warming; she is pleased with herself. 

If she isn’t careful with looks like that, she is going to get a really big head. 

Peter shoves the thought away, his hands carefully travelling so that one is cradling the small of her back and the other is cups her neck, lightly brushing his thumb along the edge of her jaw. He doesn’t make any move to step away, and neither does she as her eyes dance. 

“I’m a terrible… Feminist.” MJ draws in another breath, adjusting her positioning slightly so that her shoulders are relaxed as she maintains their close distance. Her words are whispered against his lips as she hums her explanation. 

“Interrupting someone by kissing them. Total sexist, hetero-normative trope.” 

A small, awed grin begins to spread across Peter’s lips, brushing them against hers with all the delicacy of a butterfly’s wing. The satisfied gleam in her eyes fades, replaced by something breathless and fragile as she takes in his expression of wonder.

“Well… On behalf of all the suffering, oppressed white males everywhere, I think I’ll forgive it just this once.” 

The laugh that leaves her lips at his breathless sarcasm is like music to Peter, and he hums in appreciation with the song of Michelle Jones as her lips meet his again.

[theyanderespecialist]

Don't Say No To Whitney (One Shot) Whitney X OC (Degrees Of Lewdity)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with my sexy co author, this is her OC basically her and Whitney X Marie since the one to request this did not say gender, gentailia, or breasts sighs me and my co author agreed on Female Whitney with Huge Penis and Modest Breasts for those who do not know you can chose the gender of the non playable characters their gentalia and breasts size from flat to large Marie in the game of her characters is Huge/thick ass, Enormous breasts female.

Here we will also do futa characters and OC of Marie and Mark So comment if you want more of this or Marie and Mark with characters animals or even spiders XD Cause yes you can get fuked by spiders in the game XD this I am so thankful to the person who request this: Allyson46073 

 Enjoy!]

(Marie's pov)

I look at Whitney unimpressed. "No."

"What?" "I said No Whitney. You bully me all the time, I'm not going to the dance with you so forget it." I said as I left for the girls bathroom as I left her there standing.

I pulled up my panties and flushed the toilet as I left, walking out of the school.

"Hey, I was talking to you. I didn't ask, I said you'd go with me " I hear as I roll my eyes before letting out a scream when my arm was grabbed as she covered my mouth dragging me into the alley.

"You don't get to say no to me you slut." She said as she gripped my hips pushing me against the wall.

"Whitney--" "shut up, you're going to go with me. There's no excuse for you to not." She said as she kissed my neck, grinding her hips against mine as I bit my lip.

She grind her cock into my ass and lift up my skirt. It was the short skirt as I could not afford the long or regular school skirts.

"Lace panties~ Lewd but classy~" She purrs.

"I like how they really seem to cup your ass~ you're really begging to be taken advantage of dressed this way~"

I blush and looked away as She pinned me into the alleyway and she tore my panties off.

I let out a shocked cry as I heard them rip and hear her lifting up her skirt.

"Come on, beg for me..~ beg for me to Rape that fat ass of yours~" she said but wasn't moving to actually harm me.

I blushed and shake my head. She is my ex and I would still be with her but she was so controlling.

She would have me wear what she wanted, go where she wanted, eat with her instead of my friends..I never told her how it felt but I didn't know how to.

"You won't huh? Then.. I'll just use this other hole." She said angling down as my eyes widen.

"N-No N-No I-I really want to keep that until marriage!" She said

"Then beg~" She says and I blush. "And call mistress."

"Pl-Please Mistress fuck my ass." I say looking at the wall.

"You should put more effort into it... but I guess that's sufficient." She said smirking as I was suddenly pushed against the wall more as I feel her push herself inside as I cried out as I was being stretched out.

"So tight..but I'll have plenty of time to break your ass in." She said as I let out a shaky moan.

"J-Just hurry up... so-someone might see.."

"I bet you would like that someone catching me pounding you virgin ass~" I say. "Or former virgin ass."

I let out a shake moan. "N-No I wouldn't. .that's wh--" I was cut off by a slap to my ass.

"I didn't ask bitch." She said as I bit my lip trying to not moan more than I already had.

She pulled out a marker and flick the cap off as she bit my neck all the while fucking my ass.

I cried out as I moaned looking back at her. "W-What are you doing!?"

She smirked and wrote something on my back. I did not know what it was but I shudder in unwanted excitement. That is when I hear students walking by the alley detention must be getting out.

My eyes widen as I looked at her. "N-No stop, stop until--Oh! MMH!" I let out a loud moan with another slap to my ass and her thrusting all the way to her base.

"What is going on over there?" One kid asks.

"Is she getting fucked?" A girl asks.

"What a slut."

I blush and they started to crowd to get a better view.

I managed to regain some decency by covering my face with my arm as Whitney just chuckled

"Who wants a photo of this slut getting fucked!?" She asks.

My eyes widen as I thrust back in a way to say no before realizing it wouldn't be precived that way. Everyone gathered around as I hear phone cameras clicking.

"I got a great shot of her thick ass bouncing on that dick!" A girl says.

"Damn look at her face~ Smile girl~"

"I can't wait to show this to my friends~"

I blush more and try to tune them out and whitney moves me to all fours.

"Breed that bitch!" The crowd cheers.

I blushed even darker as I was unable to hide my face now.

"Come on bitch, smile for their photos. Maybe give them a bark."

"Yeah Bark!"

I hake my head but she began to spank me. "Bark!"

I let out a yelp as I clench around her letting out a very soft bark, I felt like I would die. ..yet I also was so aroused..

"More~" she orders and grips my hips.

I let out a louder bark as the crowd cheered.

I blushed more and continued as Whitney thrust even more

"Om getting close, I'm. Going to cum~ make sure you give them your best orgasm face." She said tanking my hair up so that I had to look at the phones as I feel a sudden warmth filling me as I cry out and cum myself moaning as my eyes rolled back slightly.

"She is so pretty when she cums~"

"Look at that mouth a perfect o for fucking~"

"How about a round two?~ everyone get in a line~"

[End of Part One We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy]

[mx-ishikawa]

Pieces Of Us (2): Defend

Finally got the second installment of this series done! there's a little violence in this one but it's LEGO violence so it's not that bad XD" takes place in between the first and second movies~

           The Duplo wasn’t hard to miss. It was ginormous, with bright flashy colors covering its surface. But I wasn’t. I was carefully hidden among the buildings, watching its every move. It was terrorizing the people and destroying everything it decided it wanted to destroy. Jeez, this situation in Bricksburg was even worse than I thought. I mean, everybody was experiencing Duplo attacks, but the people of Bricksburg were hit by far the hardest, to the point where they had to adopt a whole new lifestyle centered around survival and constantly keeping the invaders at bay. But I had been training for this for over two years now.

           Ever since the first Duplo attack on Bricksburg, all I had wanted was to help fight off the invaders. If I couldn’t be a Master Builder, I felt I should at least contribute to the fight in some way or another. I had always struggled with finding my place in the world, and never felt like I fit in anywhere, so I felt that this would be my chance to finally make a name for myself. But since I was only sixteen at the time, I knew I had to finish school first. Thankfully, that gave me extra time to train and develop fighting skills. I did most of my weekend training in Gotham, since it seemed to be the only place out of all the realms that was devoid of Duplo attacks, and sometimes I was under the instruction of Batman himself. As a coach, Batman was strict and not very emotionally motivating, but he certainly knew his shit, so I was grateful to have him as a trainer. Also, he had a damn good taste in workout music.

           But I must admit that there was another reason I wanted to move to Bricksburg. And that reason’s name was Emmet Brickowski. I had already become fond of him in Cloud Cuckooland, but after getting separated from my dad during the raid and ending up alongside Emmet and Wyldstyle in the fight against Lord Business, I developed quite the crush on the heroic construction worker. I felt he was not all the negative things he initially described himself as; in fact, I found him much more brave, smart, skilled, and creative than he gave himself credit for. And even though he apparently lacked experience leading, I thought he was one of the best leaders I had ever seen in action. Never before had I seen someone corral a horde of Master Builders together the way he did. He had a strong voice, commanding but not cruel, and genuinely wanted to help. He had been torn from his old life and thrown into the ugly truth, adapted well, sacrificed himself and ended up gaining Master Builder abilities instead of dying, and saved the world—all without losing his kind-hearted character. And yet, he was completely humble about the whole thing, even saying that the prophecy was about everyone, not just himself. But what I admired most about him was his huge heart. Not once did he say anything bad about Lord Business, or anyone ever, and when the Duplos first came, he tried to make peace with them instead of jumping to fighting like everyone else wanted to do. It’s really no wonder why I fell for the guy. Though I didn’t really see him in the two years I trained, my heart still raced when I thought of him, and often wondered how he was doing. At the time, I thought it was just a silly schoolgirl crush, and that I’d surely wouldn’t feel much the next time I saw him. Boy how wrong I turned out to be…

           I quietly pulled my sword out from the holster on my back and began sneaking up on the Duplo. It was clearly more focused on thwarting the attacks from the citizens of Bricksburg. They were firing whatever they could at it—lasers, arrows, canons, you name it—but none of it affected the beast. If anything, it only became angrier. Though its anger was rather passive-aggressive: it giggled like a schoolgirl the more it was hit, but its body language made its true emotions clear. I scanned its back, looking for a weak spot I could target. Then I spotted a vertical crease in between the monster’s shoulders. Bingo.

           Being as swift as possible, I ran up to the Duplo, leaped into the air, and plunged my sword into the crease on the beast’s back. I heard a couple of cracking sounds as it screamed in agony, and it took all I had not to cover my ears and lose my grip. I held onto one of its shoulders, keeping the sword in place with my other hand, as the Duplo began spinning around in an effort to reach me. After a few rotations, it stopped as it realized that wasn’t working. I almost fell when it suddenly halted, but my reflexes luckily kicked in. Pulling my sword out, I kicked the alien monster right where I stabbed it, and down it went. My feet landed on top of it and I rose my sword to take a few whacks, but it swatted me away with one of its limbs. I heard a few gasps from the citizens as I flew backwards into a wall. I grunted in pain. That certainly wasn’t going to help my already existing back troubles. But I knew I couldn’t let the pain overtake me if I wanted to defeat this thing. So I lifted myself up and charged at it again, this time punching it square in the gut and bringing it down once more. It started to swing its limbs at me again, but it froze, likely in fear, as I held my sword directly to where its throat would’ve been if it had a noticeable neck. It whimpered like an upset child, and for a moment I almost felt sorry for the Duplo. But then I remembered this was one of the monsters that continually attacked our world for no apparent reason. I glared at it, leaning inward to try and assert dominance.

           “Get out,” I growled darkly, “or you’ll regret ever coming.”

           The Duplo glared back at me with its huge, almost pouty eyes. “You’re no fun,” it spoke in its childish voice. It rolled over, causing me to topple off, before leaving the scene and being beamed up into the mysterious spaceship it came from. I put my sword back in the holster and clapped my hands together, straightening myself out. I then turned around to find the citizens of Bricksburg all staring at me with various expressions. I shot them a cheeky, lopsided grin.

           “Thought you guys could use another fighter.”

           “Light?” a familiar voice gasped from the front of the crowd.

           “Ey, Wyldstyle!” I trudged up to her, and we hugged. “How’ve you been?”

           “What are you doing here?” she asked, dodging my question.

           “Come on, Wyld, you know I’ve been wanting to help you fight off these darn Duplos since the day they first came!”

           “How did you…” she struggled to find the words. “That… that was…”

           “That was AWESOME!”

           My heart shot up into my throat as my attention was drawn to the very object of my affections—Emmet.

           “Where did you learn to fight like that??” he excitedly inquired, running up to me. “Your swordsmanship is incredible!! Oh, and all those crazy kicks you were doing was sooooo cool! And when you hit that building I was afraid you were done for but you got back up! Wait, are you okay?? Gosh you must be in so much pain! How did you make such a fantastic comeback after getting hurt so badly?! Wow! You’re amazing!!!”

           “Okay Emmet, you’re impressed, we get it.” Wyldstyle pushed him out of the way so she could continue speaking to me. “You do realize what you’re getting yourself into, right?”

           I, however, had trouble speaking back up. Emmet thought that highly of my fighting? Emmet, the sweet and strong hero who saved the universe, thought I was amazing?? The guy I had been missing and crushing on for two years was really that impressed by unimpressive me? It was too good to be true.

           “Uhhh, yeah, of course I do! This stuff, this is a dangerous endeavor, but I’ve been training and honing my Duplo fighting techniques for two years, and now I’m finally ready to fight alongside you all in Bricksburg.”

           “Apocalypseburg.”

           “What?”

           “We’re actually calling it Apocalypseburg now,” Wyldstyle clarified.

           “Oh.” I scratched the back of my neck. “Of course. Leave it to me to never truly know what’s going on.”

           “So wait, let me get this straight,” Emmet interrupted our conversation once more. “You trained for two years, specifically so you could fight Duplos here?”

           “Exactamundo!” I made a “you got it” gesture. Emmet appeared very awestruck at this point; his wide eyes blinking in wonder and his mouth falling agape just a bit. A warm smile soon appeared on his face.

           “Wow… that’s really brave of you.”

           I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat as he looked up at me. Oh no, he’s even more adorable than I remembered. It was then that I realized that my crush on him hadn’t gone away even in the least bit.

           “I… well I mean, I figured I should give to the cause somehow. So uhh, here I am!”

           “Well now that you’re here…” Emmet paused to hold his hand out. “Welcome aboard!”

           I hesitated for a moment or two, because goddamn his face was way too adorable for his own good, before taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. I had to resist the urge to kiss his hand instead. “Thanks. I-it’s great to see you again, Emmet.”

           “Good to see you too, Light!” My heart fluttered as he smiled that adorable smile of his, but his smile quickly turned into a look of mild confusion. “Wait a minute, is it just me, or did you get taller?”

           “Uhh, maybe?” I aimlessly looked upward as if I were attempting to see the top of my own head. I was always on the tall side, and, indeed, I was even a little taller than Emmet. He giggled at my response to the question.

           “Alright, well, thanks for helping us out,” Wyldstyle continued, “but where are you going to live?”

           “Oh, I just figured I’d build myself a little apartment somewhere, no big deal.”

           “Oh, are you a Master Builder now??” Emmet eagerly inquired.

           “Actually, no, not yet,” I admitted. “But! I’m still working on it, and I’m not too terrible at building residencies, so all I need to do is find a plot to build on and some bricks to build with and I’m good to go!”

           “Good luck with that,” Wyldstyle deadpanned. “Competition is fierce around here. But I admire your enthusiasm anyway.” She patted my shoulder. “Come on Emmet, we’ve got stuff to take care of.”

           “Alright, I’m coming!” Emmet jovially responded as he started to follow her. “Take care, Light!” he shouted from over his shoulder. “Hey, we should get coffee together sometime!”

           “Y-yeah!” I sputtered, barely waving my hand before he turned back around to face Wyldstyle. As the pair walked off, I noticed just how… happy they looked together. Emmet was bouncing happily alongside Wyldstyle, and she had a genuine smile on her face as he mindlessly chattered with her (or so he appeared to be from where I was). He even excitedly grabbed her hand… oh no.

           I shook my head. Why am I so upset about the possibility that they’re dating? I haven’t even seen the guy in two years, and Wyld is my best friend. Am I really gonna let a dumb crush get in the way…?

           I sighed, making my way into the remaining ruins of the once great city. Well, I was here now, may as well tough out whatever comes at me.

[livvywrites]

11/11/11

tagged by @aslanwrites, thanks so much~~~ this is one of my favorite tag games tbh xD

1. If your WIP got made into a movie, which actors/actresses would you cast for your main characters?

I’ve never been real good at fancasting, tbh. Probably because I really don’t watch a lot of movies. BUT, I do have some faceclaims that I’ve found through pinterest and other sites? 

Alinora Mynerva -- Tuba Buyukustun

Lyr Inerra -- Luke Pasqualino

Talitha Jade -- short haired Halsey

Haven’t found any other fc’s yet, but there’s a short list!! 

2. What is a story you’d like to write, but don’t know how to yet tackle?

There are a couple of different ones, actually.

The first is one I’ve talked about before on Tumblr. It’s called Heart Eater. (It’s a temporary title.) It’s a lot darker than my usual stories, though, so I have no idea where to even start. Not to mention I don’t know what kind of genre or setting to use... 

The second is temporarily titled Guardians/Overmorrow. It’s more of a sci-fi/fantasy story, with both high technology and a little magic. Or a lot of magic. It was one of the first novel ideas that I came up with and stuck with, though I didn’t finish it. I would love to tackle it one day, but for the moment, I don’t have much for it! Nor much faith in my ability to tackle any of the science that would be involved xD

3. How do you deal with writer’s block?

Crying, begging, pleading, making sacrifices to the writing gods... 

I kid, I kid. 

I don’t really handle writer’s block all that well, tbh. But there are a couple of different things that (occasionally) work for me.

The first is just leaving the story alone. Focusing on something else, if it’s a specific story block, or just taking a break from writing all together. I’ll do things like read and play games instead. 

The second is to stop writing the story, but still do things related to it. Create playlists--none of which I really like well enough to share, tbh, but I’m working on it! Make moodboards/aesthetics, do character questionnaires, revisit the plot with new templates... You know. Whatever I can do that’s still relevant to what I’m writing but isn’t actually writing. Or is, in the case of modern AU’s/pre-series drabbles. (Usually I’m too blocked up even for those, though.) 

4. Coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?

All of the above!

I wish I could tell you I had a specific preference, but I really don’t. It switches up on me a lot. I CAN tell you that I’m picky about all of the above, though.

Tea I like to be sweet and a little spicy. I’m a big fan of Chai lattes, but I also have this lovely Warm Fireside tea that I ADORE. Sadly, they’ve discontinued it, though, so I’ll be hunting around again soon. *sigh* I also really enjoy sweet tea! But I like it *really* sweet. 

Coffee I like with creamer. A lot of creamer. Like, two thirds coffee, one third creamer. Lattes are amazing, tbh. I mostly prefer vanilla flavoring, but sometimes I’ll go for caramel...

Hot chocolate is probably what I’m least picky about, tbh. I’ll drink it by itself, but I like it best with a bit of peppermint. (I keep peppermint creamer on hand, but I also usually have mints in my purse I can drop in.)

5. Do you believe in the death of the author?

Yes.

I think that an author’s interpretation and intention are still relevant to a work, but I also believe in a fan’s ability to disregard those things and do it their own way. And I don’t think that the author should interfere with that. Conversely, I don’t believe that fandom has the right to control how an author continues their work.

In short, while fandom and author overlap in the middle, there should also be some separation--much like a venn diagram ;)

6. What is a trope that needs more love?

You know, my first impulse was to say “found family” but like. That one is everywhere lately. (I am NOT complaining. I just don’t think it’s in the spirit of the question to answer that way xD)

So I don’t really know specific “tropes” necessarily, and I’m not falling into the void that is TV tropes to answer, so I’m just going to list some things that I, personally, would like to see more of?

male/female friendships that don’t end in romance, pls. AND, if either has a significant other, that SO doesn’t get jealous every time they’re in the vicinity of each other.

healthy M/F ships!!! no unnecessary miscommunication or jealousy please!! unless that miscomm is used for non relationship-threatening humor.

characters that don’t end in relationships??? it feels like in a lot of mainstream fiction lately all the characters end up with someone. i love a good romance as much as anyone, but as an ace and possibly aro person (questioning, majorly) it’s also a little disappointing???

the power of FRIENDSHIP. this probably goes hand-in-hand with the found family, but like. friendship/platonic love being the most important thing to a person??? yes pls.

I’ll stop there ‘cause I think that’s enough, but those are a few things!! :D

7. What is your biggest inspiration?

This question is actually really hard for me, because I don’t KNOW. 

Part of me wants to just boil it down to life, to living every day and finding something new about the world/about myself. And that IS a good answer, and true as well, but it doesn’t feel quite... right.

I could tell you that I feel inspired every time I pick up a new book, or poem, or fanfic to read. I could tell you that I feel inspired every time I see a commercial for a movie or a TV show. I could tell you that history articles/magazines inspire me. I could tell you that hearing about different identities and cultures inspires me. I could tell you that I find inspiration everywhere, in everything, and that none of it would qualify as my “biggest” inspiration, because I get little bits from everywhere.

But that still doesn’t feel right either.

I feel like maybe I’m missing the point of the question. 

8. Let’s go on a little adventure: One day, you end up in the same world as your characters–or if they’re in ours, you end up with your characters in some way, shape or form. What do you do?

I’m going to assume that either they don’t know who I am or think of me as some scribe meant to tell their story, instead of the person who created it. (Which is how I think of myself sometimes, tbh.) Because otherwise I feel like they would probably be maybe a little mad at me.

So, first things first, I probably give Alinora and Aishlynn a hug. Well. Okay. I don’t hug them because neither of them would be super comfortable with that. (Alinora doesn’t mind, and even appreciates, hugs from people she knows, but not so much people she doesn’t. Aishlynn just isn’t big on hugs in general.)

And then I probably fangirl a little. 

Just a little.

I mean. These are my BABIES, and yes they’re flawed and have their weak spots but. They’re also so STRONG and HEROIC and GOOD and I just LOVE THEM. 

9. If you had a magical power, what would that power be?

Probably something like empathy. tbh, but I would WANT like... the ability to not have to sleep. Though I guess that would probably get boring after a while. 

10. What is a genre that you feel is underrated? What about overrated?

So, I feel like every genre has the potential to be done really well, and I think I could probably enjoy something from pretty much any of them. HOWEVER. Lately I’ve been a little... uninterested in a lot of mainstream YA fiction. Not all of it, necessarily, but a lot of it. It’s not that I think YA as a whole is overrated, because I don’t. But at the same time, I do?? I dunno. I wanna read more about older people??? Not full-on “adult” fiction, but y’know. New Adult. And while I don’t think NA is “underrated” specifically, I do wish they had an actual section for it in bookstores. 

11. Have you accomplished anything that you’re proud of?

Yes. I finished my very first novel around 17. (I might have actually been 16 and a half.) I still have yet to complete the second draft/full rewrite, but I’m still really proud of actually FINISHING it.

I’m also really proud of how far I’ve made it into THE MARTYR QUEEN. I’ve started and re-started that story so many times, and actually being THIS close to the end, with a draft I don’t hate... It’s amazing. I mean, it definitely needs changes, but I’m really proud of how it’s shaping up. 

Now if I could just finish a short story.... X’D

MY QUESTIONS

Have you ever been so disappointed/unimpressed by a character’s concept/arc/etc. that you decided to take that concept and write it how you wished it had been told? Whether you’ve started the story or not is irrelevant, just if you’ve got an idea built up!

What do you feel are your biggest strengths in writing? What makes you look back over your writing and feel proud?

Are there any characters, themes, setting types, etc that you see popping up over and over again in your writing? Why do you think that is?

If you could give your past self any writing-related advice, what would you tell them?

When it comes to character creation, what are things you HAVE to know before you start writing, if anything?

Similarly, what are some things you HAVE to know about your plot before you start writing, if anything?

How often do find that your characters/plot surprise you? 

What do you find the most difficult/what is your weakest point when it comes to world-building?

What experiences do you feel have most shaped your writing? (It’s okay if you don’t want to share specifics, or don’t want to share at all! Or just don’t know. You can say something else that majorly shaped your writing :D)

Do you find it easier to work alone, or to have at least one other writer/person encouraging you?

Assuming you aren’t already, if you were ever to write a story based off of a mythology/fairytale/other, which one would you choose, and how would you do it?

(i won’t be tagging 11 people, i’m sorry! but if you see this and WANT to do it, PLEASE do so and tag me. if i’ve already tagged you in something like this recently, feel free to pick which one you do <3) 

tagging: @aslanwrites (yes, i’m tagging you back, but only do it if you want to! or save it for later, when you wanna have something to do. i don’t mind xD) @waterfallwritings, @diabhals, @matterovermindpodcast, @firesidefantasy, @klywrites

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 3X10 - The New Neverland

Ooh! A new episode of Once Upon a Time! I can’t wait to see what Emma, Regina, Snow, and their other com-PAN-ions are up to today!

...You laughed. You can admit it.

...Review’s under the cut. You know what to do!

Press Release

The residents of Storybrooke are overjoyed upon the return of Henry and our heroes from Neverland. But unbeknownst to them, a plan is secretly being put into place by a well-hidden Pan that will shake up the very lives of the townspeople. Meanwhile, in the Fairy Tale Land that was, Snow White and Prince Charming’s honeymoon turns out to be anything but romantic when they go in search of a mythical being that could stop Regina cold in her tracks.

Main Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

Okay, so to start off, this flashback is admittedly a little pointless. Other than the theme of moments -- something so loose, it could’ve just been discussed in the present and the episode would’ve been fine as just a present events compilation -- there’s nothing that this story does to enhance the main one.

That having been said, I think it’s great! While something meatier could’ve gone here, I can’t honestly object that much when a story is just good. And the conflict between Snow and David is really solid. It’s one of those times where it doesn’t feel fully weighted in one direction. Like, we’re supposed to be on David’s side by the end of it, but Snow’s POV is completely understandable, especially after everything she’s been through (Not to mention, her confidence boost from “Lost Girl”). I like the idea of Snow being so caught up in he worries over Regina that she almost destroys her chance at happiness.

THAT having been said, I found the scene where Snow and Charming discuss turning Regina to stone to be so annoying. Charming references the flashback in “The Cricket Game,” a flashback that I LOATHE because of how much of a waste of time it is and how much of an idiot it makes Snow. And it gets worse. David says that they shouldn’t turn Regina to stone because Snow stayed her execution during that flashback when the resolution of that flashback was that Snow regretted that decision. Like, without this scene, the flashback would’ve not only been completely serviceable, but actually better for its absence!

Present

The opening of the present is just so amazingly shot. There’s this unequivocally happy tone from our mains and side characters that’s so satisfying, that for a moment, even knowing what was going on with Henry, I actually got swept up in it. It’s purely fantastic framing because you know this is exactly what they were going for.

And it kind of carries through throughout the rest of the episode. It feels like an epilogue at times, discussing resolution-y subjects like who (if anyone) will Emma end up with, establishing more of a co-parent-y relationship between Emma and Regina, curing David of his ails, having Rumple consider his future, and allowing for the minor characters to achieve their happy endings. Honestly, only when we cut to Henry do we get remember that the story is continuing, and I like it. It’s a subtle build of tension and will show just how much Pan’s curse will fuck everyone over in the next episode.

I also really liked the Emma and Regina conflict in this episode. It feels like the natural continuation of everything they’ve had to work through over the past two and a half seasons and was smartly placed just after the baby Henry flashbacks.

All Encompassing

This whole episode is the most lowkey David centric ever. Like, he’s in a supporting role, but it’s like the main supporting role. He gives out advice, he interacts with so many characters, and it’s just great! David’s character never needed to be a major major character and I feel like this episode captured the best of him.

“Moments” is the key theme of the episode. It’s interesting that the idea of moments plays more of a part in the flashback to our next episode, but I do like how the concept is introduced and implemented here. While the concept didn’t warrant an entire flashback, the idea of life having good and bad moments that just need to be felt and enjoyed when they can was a good basis for a Snow and Charming story with a good follow-through in the present with Emma. There’s a good contrast between those who can celebrate moments and someone who might not have that luxuary.

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-The town celebration is really a thing of beauty (And kind of tragedy given that Henry’s not Henry...those Grumpy and Granny hugs are either sad as hell for that reason or funny as fuck because Pan is hugging all of these strangers and is probably realizing that his life just became a fantastical episode of Full House).

-You can tell how Jared loved every fucking second of being Pan! XD The dude lives for evil Henry!

-”That’s the last time I don’t listen to you.” ...When you can see the future, there’s irony fucking EVERYWHERE!

-You know, I just realized that Neal and Belle never had a proper introduction. For one thing, why is Belle not saying “Oh my fuck! You’re alive!” (That’s totally how she’d say it too XD ). For another, I’d have loved to see a proper introduction between the two of them. I need more Neal :( .

-Also would’ve liked the moment where Rumple ditches the cane to get a bit more umph to it. Like, that cane has been as much a part of him as the red cap is to Mario and it’s such a symbol of his cowardice that it would’ve been better to see it go.

-*Looks at a dude in a red beanie* The fuck you do to Smee, you little bitch?

-Okay, that Darling hug was fucking beautiful!

-Also, Snow giving Regina that level of cred was just beautiful! I found it to be a really good follow up to both what she saw in “Save Henry” and Regina’s harsh, but effective actions in “Nasty Habits.”

-Thoughts on how the reception went after Regina invaded the wedding? I’d like to think Snow and Charming played it cool and confident for the guests, but, like we’re seeing, were reeling on the inside.

-”Steal her magic.” Well, in one realm, you actually DO that! The results were...mixed, to say the least. BUT we got Alice, the best person ever out of the deal so it was ultimately worth it.

-So I have to wonder: If Regina hadn’t made these threats, would Snow have still wanted to go to the Summer Palace? Like, it seems to connect really well to her parents, so i could totally see Snow doing that.

-Damn. Grumpy is just the ultimate support. He’s on better terms with Charming, but is still 1000% loyal to Snow.

-Plenty of cell space?! Storybrooke needs an equivalent to juvie! Like, Felix is a villain for sure, but he’s a kid! Jail -- which in Storybrooke is basically full-on solitary confinement -- seems a little excessive.

-”As long as I’m alive, that boy will never see the light of day.” ...Yeah. About that…

-”Her name is Tinker Bell.” I actually fucking clapped. Yes, Queen! Slay and filet that shady shimmering shithead for what she did to Tink!

-”You don’t believe in yourself anymore.” FUCK YOU, BLUE. Look, I’ve said in past reviews that Blue’s not as much shady as she is the world’s strictest and assholey beauraucrat, but being that kind of person WILL merit a level of scorn. Look at that almost half smile on her face. Keegan plays that well. “How can I believe in you if you can’t even do that?” FUCK YOU!

-”I need a drink.” You and me both! Shame I can’t get a drink at 8am!

-I love that emphasis David puts on the word “threat” in the woods. He’s nagging it up!

-You know, Pan kind of got the ball rolling on Emma and Regina’s active non-animosity filled co-parenting.Give the dude a little credit.

-How is Pan so unimpressed by Henry’s room? Like, that’s a nice room! With all sorts of tech and comics and stuff! Be a little more impressed, you little shit!

-”I’ll protect you. No matter what.” And the award for the most adorable non-Regal Believer Regal Believer moment goes to… *cries*

-Prince Charming, everyone, number one causes of deforestation in the Enchanted Forest. XD

-”Are you sure you want to condemn Regina to a fate like that?” Dude, she killed Snow’s dad (Who to be fair, was pretty much shit, but you guys didn’t know it at the time), indirectly killed your mom, tried to kill you, poisoned Snow, AND ruined your wedding! I love Regina and I’m so happy she got redeemed, but at the time of this episode, being turned to stone was rather warranted.

-”Killing her wasn’t the answer.” And then she decided at the end of that episode that it was!

-”Last time, she threatened us.” No she didn’t. She regretted not causing MORE death!

-SHEEP BROS!

-Snow, David. Did you really schedule your lunch to coincide with Emma and Neal’s date? That was...bad planning. Like, you don’t even do that with Killian!

-”Does he eat with his mouth open?” Either Charming has misophonia or that was a Kristoph reference!

-Killian...I’m honestly not sure what to make with that Tink scene. On one hand, I see it as Killian trying in vain to get over Emma, but being unable to, showing that he really does love her. BUT it also comes off as a “you still have a ways to go” moment because Killian’s flirting can be a little...really off putting. I don’t know exactly what to make of that because the framing is a little wonky there.

-”Perhaps.” That having been said, the misunderstanding at Granny’s with Emma, Tink, and Killian had me laughing out loud. That one’s better at insinuating “you fucking dork.”

-YES, SHADOW! GIVE THAT BLUE BITCH A SCARE! KILLING HER MIGHT BE A TOUCH EXCESSIVE, BUT IT’S STILL PRETTY FUN TO WATCH!

-Also, this park is just beautiful. I really wish we spent more time in later seasons at these parks. Like, they’re such pretty places to have scenes instead of the pretty generic looking woods that we got in the later seasons.

-Evil Jared Gilmore cracks me the fuck up!

-Not gonna lie, a dungeon crawl like this would make for the best honeymoon ever!

-”Promise you won’t touch anything?” “Promise.” LIAR!

-”Rumple.” I love how Belle just nagged him. It’s a very Belle-like way of encouraging him to do good without making a whole speech of things.

-Okay, so even the “Entering Storybrooke” sign makes me whimper like a little bitch, too!

-Ooh! I love that Golden Swan moment! Rumple and Emma’s dynamic isn’t shown a lot, but when it is, it’s really something special. While not enough to earn it the “Favorite Dynamic” of the episode, it is incredibly cool to see Emma and Rumple come to that moment of begrudging respect and trust at the town line.

-Holy crap! The rest of the cast pulled off “Penry’s” escape from Pandora’s Box so well. Everyone immediately grows tense and grabs their loved ones. They’re actually scared shitless, a testament to how terrifying pan is.

-Damn, in hindsight, this is dark as hell. Emma has a gun to Henry’s head, and even though he’s in another body, this is a kid!

-Awww! I love Henry hugging Snow and David! We don’t always get a ton of moments of them together, so this was really special!

-I actually needed a solid minute to recover from the way that “Han” just smoothly magicked Regina. Like, that was so freakin’ fluid! “I know. That’s why this was so easy.” Pan, you bastard!

-These hugs with Henry in Pan’s body crack me up for some reason.

-I’m not sure if Storybrooke being the New Neverland is an upgrade or a downgrade. On one hand, you get all of the modern tech and indoor plumbing. On the other hand, no pixie dust and the suburbs are boring.

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Mission to Save Henry - I love how in so many ways, this feels like an epilogue and then is like FUCK NO. So much comes together and it feels like everything’s winding down, but the action continues in such a fun whirlwind of a way! This whole arc has been a roller coaster and a fun one at that!

Rumple’s Redemption - “On the house.” How much you want to bet Rumple was DYING inside as he said that? “I’m sure if I ever needed a favor, you’d be more than receptive.” Rumple, my boy. You’ve come quite far, but you still have so far to go! But seriously, you do see more of how Rumple’s come into his own redemption. First, his focus is squarely on making Belle happy. Second, he does actually show that he has trust in Emma by allowing her to see what’s up with Pan.

Regina’s Redemption - We get two really great steps in showing how far Regina’s come. First, she stands up for Tinkerbell against Blue. While Regina’s had no problem standing up to Blue in the past, it’s always been for her own sake. This time, she’s standing up for Tink’s sake! The second instance is her grief that Pan fooled her. I say this because it’s so clear how at this point, she genuinely wants Henry to be with her because it’s his choice and how saddened she was by the fact that when her dream came true, it was only a lie. I love Regal Believer and seeing how much Regina’s broken that chain of abuse is something so special.

Favorite Dynamic

Emma and David. There were a lot of great dynamics on display in this episode, but I love how we got our first real David and Emma moment. Daddy Charming is one of the lesser explicitly shown dynamics on the show, but interactions like these show just how powerful it is. There’s an adorably bit of father/daughter banter between them when talking about their love life, David gives Emma solid honest-to-goodness advice that actually does come back later on in the episode, and he’s so comforting. He knows Emma’s dealt with so much and he just wants her to be happy. The scene they share provides a nice calm before the storm and shows that while Emma and David didn’t have that friendship that Emma and Snow had, they do have that strong bond.

Writer

This is Andrew Chambliss’ first solo episode! And honestly, not a bad job! Andrew did a great job balancing screen time between the eight mains and roughly eight minor characters in half an episode’s worth of time, and that’s honestly impressive! The stories themselves are relatively simpler, with the present storyline using resolution as a cleverly deceptive way of making it seem more sprawling than it is.

Rating

10/10. This is an honestly great episode. While not perfect, it provides for a lot of nice moments between characters, an underlying tenseness that is well delivered on when it’s ready for shit to get real, and a more unified Storybrooke.

Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Ariel/Eric - These two are so fucking lovey dovey and their reunion is just the cutest sweetest thing ever!

Rumbelle - Like, from the second -- the SECOND -- these two see each other when Rumple gets off the ship, that’s all the other sees. They’re laser-glued to the other. And the hug is just so perf! Also, THE UP PARALLELS STARTED HERE WITH THE FUCKING TIE! I KNOW IT’S NOT THE SAME KIND OF TIE, BUT FUCK! THAT’S AMAZING! XD Also also, the scene at the shop as a whole is just so romantic. There’s a beautiful theme to it and Robert Fucking Carlyle owns my soul. Every line is just so pretty, and I say that both as a testament to the writing and Robert himself. And Emiliee is no slouch either! She’s so in love and there’s an utter sincerity to it.

Captain Swan - Killian’s decision to back off was just the sweetest. It genuinely shows how he cares for Henry and Emma and doesn’t want to pressure either of them. It doesn’t mean he won’t pursue her if she goes after him, but he wants to let the chips fall, even if they aren’t in his favor. That’s just...honestly, I love it. Killian, your looks aren’t the only devilishly handsome part of you. <3 Also, I like how Emma remarks that Killian is still an option. When David’s trying to convince her to go out with Neal, she points out that he’s trying to keep her away from Killian.

Swan Fire - Snow is just the biggest Swan Fire shipper and it’s pretty cute! Also, Neal’s way of asking Emma out was equally adorable! It takes a degree of pressure off of her and is asked in such a cute way! It’s got a nice youthfulness to it! Also, let’s talk about how sad Neal is when it looks like Emma won’t show. Also also, Emma later implies that her date with Neal would be “enjoying herself.”

Snowing - David loves the fuck out of Snow and that makes me feel all of the things! He wants to enjoy his marriage to her and wants her to be able to relax and enjoy it with him! BUT he also knows her so freakin’ well. He KNOWS when she sneaks off and is just there waiting for her (In one of the show’s most underrated funny moments). And he’s totally willing to give up his honeymoon to follow her into danger! Prince Charming, everyone! And to some extent, Snow KNEW he was gonna do that because she brought the sword. Also, the couple banter in this episode is just so en pointe! I especially love David’s speech to Snow about how he knew what he was getting into when they fell in love. And the kisses and inevitable sex at the end is just the best! And in the present, that BIG DAMN KISS once he’s cured! It’s so beautiful!

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Thank you all for reading and to the fab folks at @watchingfairytales!

Next time, we’re coming home! <3

Season 3 Total (96/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (19/60) Kalinda Vazquez (17/40) Andrew Chambliss (27/50) Jane Espenson (10/30) David Goodman (20/40) Robert Hull (20/40) Christine Boylan (20/20)* Daniel Thomsen (20/30)

* Indicates that their work for the season is complete

Operation Rewatch Archives

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Broken

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. Because there is a character that we dont have any kind of idea about them, i will just go by 'another person' without any names or features, just a person XD i made this while having cold so it may seem a little off, try to enjoy Xd

11 pm

Behind a bar.

Thats what the letter said. Eyes lingered over the lines before the letter was lifted down to show the view of a big bar, was that really the place he was meant to visit? Only one way to find out. He entered the bar, rough paintwork that coats the door and push, shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The bar curved into a room, dark in the barely lit place, through the windows the diamonds of lead panes trickles the sallow light of street lamps. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning, but their plea is silenced by a wall of noise. Laughter overpowers the jukebox. Conversations swirl in a dirty cloud of smoke, the stagnant stench of cigarettes hides within the collaboration of mephitic odours. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards him, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There is even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the room.

He looked up and down, right and left, He cant find the sender of the letter, wait...Of course he wont! the letter said to meet Behind a bar! Now have he to find where is the back door that leads to outside. It took him long enought till he found it. trying the door knob, the heavy iron bound door swung open, revealing a wide area enclosed by a flimsy hain-link fence. The unrelenting darkness took over everthing, plucked the stars and anything that can glow, burying them beneath the sky. The air had thickened, the temperature dropped and nowhere was there a comforting sound. Trash cans leaning on the bar cracked walls, ground covered in dusty powder, what looked like a streetlight, which was the only one that isnt fully broken, flickered, casting an errie smudgy beam onto that black place. That wasnt really the...best place you could invite someone to meet you in...It was all quiet and derelict. He had the enough courgage to step forawrd, walking unusually slow, he had an odd gait, It was slightly lurching as he went, trudging along at a sedate pace. His head right and left, searching for who he was supposed to meet with, his mind focused on finding a sign of someone in this hopeless space rather than the footsteps that seemed to echo throughout the desolate yard, why didnt he just call the name to hear a respone? Maybe because it doesnt sound like a good idea to do so in this haunted place. Yet still, he kept finding his eyes diverting to something each moment he heard a low simple sound, darting to locate the source. Thats until, under those overwhelmed black shadows, and after a short stroll, he found who he was looking for, standing there uncommonly, under another bulb that lacks illumination. His boyfriend clicking his feet to the land underneath, probably out of pateince. Finally, harry found him! Walking towards his direction smiling. "Hey babe!" "harry..." "oh boy! why you gotta choose this place for a meeting? We could have gone inside the bar as usual, right?" Harry was still confused beind the sudden call at this late hour, but he didnt care. "Tonight we...not gonna drink at the bar." "uh, ok? So, why did you send this letter today? What are we going to do?" He pulled it from his pocket to show the proof. "Harry we....we need to talk." Not like this startled harry a lot, but it wasnt in an ordinary tone. "Sure! Talk away!" His boyfriend spoke with his head to the dusty ground. "You see...how both of us go together to do anything. to walk together, to talk to each other everyday, to work and help each other when in any of us in trouble, it was all nice werent it?" The sudden mention of their sweet times together was also strange. "Of course! And im glad I do all of these thing with you!" "and this is what I wanted to talk about tonight harry..." the fletcher paid his attention, waiting for his darling to start the conservation, he doesnt need to consider bad possibilties, instead he was a bit happy inside, what if those mentions were to remind the other of their constant affectionate attachment and celebrate 'something' together? That would be a lovely thing! It was tenser than a tiger who stalks a prey while harry lover peers his way to him, face resolutely unimpressed. "I think this..... relationship needs to...needs to....needs to end." Harry stopped like he had taken a bullet to the guts. The words fell on him like a storm. The cold air hitting his face.

"...What?......" He may just heard it wrong, he hoped he really did, he wished he did and this is not what his love just stated, doubt was filling him. "We need to end this harry." His boyfriend repeated, affirming his recent words. No, his hearing was right, thats what he just said... "What....W-What do you mean?!?" "What do you think I mean?" His lover raised his eyes to meet harry ones, so he would know he isnt just messing around. It took harry a while to speak again. "You dont really mean this..." "Do I look like I am joking?!?" Harry looked downward briefly. "but...But....I...I thought we loved each other..." "You Are Right!! LOVE'D'!! Its all from the past harry!!" Why would he say such a thing...his mind cycles through emotions faster than a kid flipping radio channels, he was broken. Harry couldnt accpet what is taking place, but what else is there to do? "dear you...I dont think you are in your right mind tonight..." "No!! YOU Are Not In Your Right Mind Harry!!! Didnt You See It?! This ISNT Working!!! It Never Did!! Now Go Away!!" "Wha-" "Go Away!!!" his words and his anger cut too deep that harry couldnt change the image of him. When he met his gaze his was just the same. "No" "Why Dont You Get It?! Go Away!!" "No I wont! you need to go back to your sanity!!" "Im In My Full Sanity! Just Go Away!!" "Not Until I know Whats Wrong!" "I Said GO AWAY YOU GARBAGE!!!!" Rising his fist, his hand swinging out connecting to harry face in a flash of pain. Although not on his back, harry toke a few steps back from the impact. Bewildered, pressing a pale hand to his cheeks trying to comprehend the previous seconds. Did..Did his..Did his boyfriend for the first time just....punched him?!

"You......." "I told you to go away." " I DONT UNDERSRAND YOU! WHY?! DID YOU CALL ME OUT TO THE BAR AT 11 PM JUST TO BREAK UP WITH ME?!" "yes, I Cannot keep this up any longer Harry, I needed to do it now." "Im Not Breaking Up With You Until You Tell Me The Reason!" "look At Me In The Eyes And Say You Still Dont Know The Reason!! I Dont Even Know What Got Me To Agree To Be With You!" With each little word... a piece of harry heart broke. "...how could you say this...what happened that changed you?...." "Changed Me?! YOU Changed Man!! I Kept Being Myself and Been Who I am While Keeping Our Connections Stable!! I Did Everything With And For You!! Even In Stupidest Things! And I Shouldnt Have!" "But Bab-" "I Hate You!!" "No-" "I Always Did! And I knew One day you willl hate me too!" Thats wrong. They both loved each other, they said it and showed it, all of these are just words from anger...so why all this nonsense about love and hate? Where had he gone wrong? Since when did this love turn to poison? He doesnt know what had climbed inside His beloved and turned him mad. "Stop!! YOU Need To Calm Down!" "NO!! And For The Last Time Go Away!!" "Not Until I know The Reason!!" "No You Wont Know Now Go Away" "I Already Said Not Until I know What Happened!!" "GO AWAY!" "NO!" "You Gave Me No Other Choice!!" Without thinking, harry boyfriend turned around to grab something from a near shelf. It was revealed to be a small bucket. However, when harry figured out the kind of liquid thats inside it, the intended message was already enforced, and he lost what little colour he had, starting to freak out.

"Dont you dare....." "Oh I will! I will throw all this bucket content at Your Face If You dont leave Me!!!!" The other man couldnt believe this..his lover cant do that...yes he may be out of his mind right now, but he will never have the nerve to throw some unknown chemicals straightly on his face, it was just an empty threat to leave. and all he could do was to stare lifelessly at the eyes that held that bucket and a terrifying coldness he had never seen before. He had always thought those eyes were like a gem, but looking at them now he could see no trace of the vibrancy they once held, no trace of the boy he once knew. "Darlin-" "DONT CALL ME DARLING ANYMORE!!" There was stillness on both sides, faces unreadable. "Please be back to yourself..." "Leave Me Alone! "Please!" "Your Last chance Harry....GO AWAY" "PLEASE!!" "THATS IT!" That was when the cold man lost it altogether, and the unexpected happened. In an immediate movment he launched forward, tossing all the liquid inside the bucket in an aim to harry head, although it wasnt a full success, he did strike a part of his face. Harry swore he could had saw some good memories flashing before his eyes. And whatever that scorching substance was, when it fell Againist Harry face.

He Howled

It Was Hell.

The pain had no culture, no pity, no mind, yet it consumed whatever it pleases. Its only criteria is if it can take it and reduce it to something molten and foul, paroxysm of agony triggered a guttural cry from the fluter. His hands clawed over his burning face, brutally gashed. Solvent swirls on it without any mercy, penetrating to the cells that should be protected by smooth skin but lie open. Surge of torments spirals all over him. Violent shaking forced through his whole body, with no assume of stopping. Monstrous chill continued running down his spine and made his ghostly skin crawl. Muscles going to giving up. The worst of the blood had spelled, ran freely in thick scarlet rivers amongst his whole face, staining his hair, matting them together before it soaked into his cloths and the floor. From a clear distance outside, it was like a high barking that carried well through walls and air. Lungs have no choice but to painfully and rigidly take in the chilled air around for a living breathe until they couldnt anymore. He have cried and screamed, maybe not evident, nevertheless it was as if he was calling for a help, but there was no help to come, perhaphs the strength in his voice perished. His breath taken away every second, he was in his greatest neccisity of taking an inhale.

Thats until he decided to surrender to the torturing and sink into the unfolded darkness.

He was in a heavy black cloud. Nothing to see, Nothing to hear, Nothing to feel, Just this heaviness in his whole body. He couldnt remember how to open his eyes, but when he did, he scrunched the opened one at the bright light that was sipping through his closed eyelid, in struggle he slowly opened it, desperately squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before him. Pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading his nostrils. The room was silent apart from the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates youre alive and Quiet talking. He started to sense something, or rather a material, soft but elastic tightening around his whole sore face, from chin to forehead, even one of his eyes were covered, it was very aching. When the sight of his survived eye arised, he perceived Someone bending over him, face watching his. What harry never toke notice of is that they are holding his weak hand, and that they have little tears in their eyes. The features were not clear, but it can be marked that they have a light brown hair and wearing something..blue? Harry attempted hardly to recognize who is this, but he coudnt with this wounded brain, then he heard the familiar word that assisted in that. "...Brother..." Harry tried to remember how to talk. No words came, he blinked trying to force his memory to recall the owner of this soft voice with broken tone. He was out of ability to even clear his throat. He tried to answer, to say something, but all what came out was a tiny whisper. "...augh....ma....rley?..." The other man wrapped his arms around the injured one shoulders and pulled him close, hugging him gently to not provoke the burn. "shhhhh...save your strength brother...it will be alright..." Marley had a hard time hiding his sniffs, but harry havent got enought focus to realize. His sibling tenderly patting his hand, giving a queit moment for the victim to adapt to the consciousness. Harry lie still, slowly started blinking, he wanted to see whats around him. But he cant lift anything off this deep pillow. He used the very bare left of his capability to move some little angles right and left for learing about his new surroundings. Glancing around the bright white coloured bedroom. He catched sight of someone wearing the same color for a coat, staring at him from the door. He strain to hear and makes sense of it all. No idea. Where is he and why? How long had he been here? He shut his eyes, trying to remember what had exactly occured. Then it all hits him with a bang, The memory of it all starts to occupy his thoughts, panicking he jolted up with rushing hands running at his bandages, making sure this is true, the wound hurting with every touch of his finger, he figured it all out.

He lived

He laid back in his bed, he felt powerless and heavier, Couldnt move his hands, head or bod, His eyes washed with the kind of emotion that only come when people break in ways with no way to be repaired. "Whoever did this bro...they are Not Getting Away With This!!!!" "Mr. Marley please calm down the patient is still in an unstable condition." Marley sighed, plummeting his head to the bed, holding his brother hand a bit tighter. "im sorry doctor...its just that..." He couldnt continue his sentence for some reason, instead he started a new one. "Harry...please get better...for your family...for your friends...for me...please..."

Harry spent the rest of his days in the hospital remaining still in the bed. His head eaither felt heavy or light. He lost the track of time and may needed somebody to tell him, but he never cared, he will let all the time pass without any hint of concern. He never felt that alone or empty before. Sometimes, he replay the events in his head and wonder what were the right words to say, what was it that could prevent everything, it wont change that he is all to blame. It might had been kinder to kill him than to constrain him with living beside this burn. Everytime he try to sleep and leave this living nightmare, he cant. He never had the enough hope to recover or be cured. He wont, he doesnt need, he already knows he will never get better, he will never be the same.

If only

if only...

If only he didnt go behind that bar at 11 pm.

[sambart93]

2018.01.01 Kuroshitsuji Musical: Tango on the Campania [Review!]

Official Site here Official Twitter here Press Coverage 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Video Coverage 1, 2

CAST and CHARACTERS

Furukawa Yuta as Sebastian Uchikawa Reo as Ciel Uehara Takuya as Grelle Mikata Ryousuke as Ronald Harashima Motohisa as Snake Okazaki Momoko as Elizabeth Takagi Shun as Fred Abberline Terayama Takeshi as Sharpe Hanks Utsumi Akiyoshi as Edward Akisono Mio as Francis Nasu Kozo as Alexis Kawai Ryunosuke as Ryan Stoker Izumi Shuhei as Undertaker Sasaki Yoshihide as Druitt

Non-Spoiler Review

This is a very HIGH production with very HIGH production quality. It's also very faithful to the original story. The dancing and ensemble are super professional, the singing and song have some amazing moments, the setting and the apparatus' and how they've moved around the scenes and used in different scenes are great. The projection mapping was great also. I thoroughly enjoyed the story, the characters, the costumes, the funny moments. It was a very, very enjoyable stage. This stage is loved by so many people for many different reasons; the production value, the fans of the actors (especially HideSama and Uehara, they both got woo'd at the end when I went), fans of the anime and manga like myself. This series has been in the works for almost ten years (apparently ten years this year) so of course you're not going to be disappointed by what they produce. I am thoroughly pleased with the performances and characters of Ciel, Snake and of course, the ridiculous Druitt! Also the dancing ensemble are absolutely phenomenal in this; I could not stop watching them; their dances were either very very fluid like a dead corpse would be (because that's what they were playing) or very robotic (just like a zombie would be) and it all fit perfectly. While I was originally upset that Tamaki wouldn't be coming back at Snake, I immediately fell for Harachan's Snake; he did perfect! And damn Ciel's Reo is just a phenomenal actor and he will go far; some of the notes he him in the songs actually gave me goosebumps and impressed me a thousand times over. I could go on, but I don't want to spoil anymore for you. If you're already a fan then you're gunna watch it regardless of my review right? xD And if you're not a fan yet, seriously, just give the manga a shot and if you sort like that, then watch the first season of the anime and then if you're sure you like the world and characters enough, (while I do love the absolutely mess and ridiculousness of the first few stages) start from the 2015 stage! You won't be disappointed. Rating: 8/10

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SPOILER REVIEW!

As I mentioned in my 2018 Resolutions, I realised how shitty, critical, and negative I was getting in my reviews, so this year I'm being more objective and writing more about the positives; also, every　time I see a play I'm going to ask on twitter what things YOU want me to focus on and write about too so it's more balance and not only pleasing me, but then you're also getting stuff you want to know about the stage out of me, so follow @sambart93 for those! Now to the review!

STORY

Also mentioned above, the stage is very faithful to the original material, so if you want to know the plot to this one either read the Luxury Liner Arc or just go to the synopsis here. This is probably my SECOND favourite Arc that I've read (to be honest I haven't kept up with any of my manga series these past 13 months or just including Kuroshitsu... I'm sorry!) in the Kuroshitsuji series and for the stage to be so faithful to the original material made me so happy!

THE POSITIVES

PART ONE [About 1 hour]

My seat was Row V, which actually ended up not being bad at all! It was a lot closer than I thought.

There's a scene where the doctor shows an audience of him bringing a corpse back to life, and the dancing by the ensemble girl in that scene is absolutely amazing! I can't describe it but it was so fluid and matches the music perfectly, I was so impressed!

There's a titanic pose with Ronald and Grelle was great! Ronald really didn't want to do it but was forced to. And then soon after (or during this scene) Grelle is singing, and Ronald is just clapping behind Grelle so unimpressed - I was dying with laughter.

Most of the songs this time around are very good too! Some of my favourites from the first part is the main Campania song, Druitt's solo and I quite liked Ronald's solo too! Sebastian’s solo song is amazing too! He has a LOT of high notes to his in it. He sings the song about 3 or 4 times throughout the stage, or at least it feels like that.

I really like how this stage is gruesome too and not holding back on the projection mapping blood spurts and lots of red colour and use of red fabric to show that it's just pure blood shed going down on this boat - maybe I enjoyed it a bit too much? xD

Even when I first read the manga, I've always loved Lizzie’s badass moment and it did not disappoint on stage ever - it was great seeing her kick ass. 

I really really do like this Ciel. I felt this way the first time I saw him last year but this time around really solidified it for me! He has a lot of potential and I think he will go very far if he continues to pursue acting. A part of me really hopes his voice doesn’t break and that he doesn’t grow for like another ten years so he can constantly be our Stage Ciel xD

A small thing, which is also in the main story (to my memory), I love how Ciel is in pretty-decent-sized heels throughout this, whereas Lizzie is just in flats xD I found it totally adorable!

For those who were worried about Hidesama - because I personally haven't seen him since he was on crutches for K-Stage - HideSama is walking, kneeling, and such smoothly and fine so I guess he's pretty much okay now. Although I do feel like he was limited in the types and amount of dance moves he got so I guess he's still not 100% and/or he's just be cautious for a decent amount of time, which is a good idea! And of course he was absolutely ridiculous as Druitt! I was most impressed with his voice! I knew he was good at voice acting since I've seen how different his voice is in real life compared to in TouStage compared to in HakuMyu, but he ONCE again changed his voice for THIS stage and I was so surprised and impressed! He's really talented with his voice! No wonder he also gets voice work too! But yes, his character was ridiculous as ever and had my cracking up with the things he did even when he wasn't the center of the stage or story at the time.

Oh and I really, really like the new Snake too! I didn't realise when it was first announced who the hell it was. But about 10 minutes into the stage I realised who the damn actor was and I got super excited straight away! I should never have doubted or been pissed at him! He's such a great actor and he did not disappoint at all as Snake! I ended up super super liking him like straight away! AND it was his birthday today! So HAPPY 25TH BIRTHDAY!!

The stage and the apparatus’ are flawless as usual. I was fascinated at watching the ensemble pull the apparatus' around and seeing how they had used every inch of the parts to make something relateable and useful for the actors. The staging and parts of the set were amazingly well done - which is expected I know...

Also, the outfits are great!! I think that's just me really like the Victorian Era and clothing but I love the clothing from this series and seeing it in the flesh is always so great to see!

The way Mikata, Uehara and Izumi swung their weapons around with so much control but also with such smooth motions was so amazing!

PART TWO [About 1 hour]

Druitt had two solo songs; one in each part. but his solo in part two had me cracked up! Especially the opening of it which his hip thrust and the echoing of his high voice and the colourful, flashing lights. It was so funny and ridiculous. It was also the only song which had audience participation and it got all of the audience clapping which I enjoyed and was fun. He danced and moved more in this solo compared to his Part One solo which made me even less worried about his leg ^_^

Grelle forced Ronald to do the titanic pose at the end again and he was so reluctant, it was so funny! I also think this is how they END the play which is just the best way to end it >.<

The Undertaker Scythe's is SO badass and looks so good in real life! I was so fangirly inside when I finally saw his Scythe IN THE FLESH! I've been waiting for this Undertaker reveal in the stage series for a while! Also I LOVED how he swapped out a normal blade for his Scythe behind his back, it was so smoothly done!

Going back to how much I love this Ciel; Reo hit some seriously BIG notes towards the end! I was so freaking impressed!!! If he keeps up with all this training and such, his voice is going to be amazing! It's already amazing because I didn't think 12 year olds could hit such high notes but he did, and he blew me away when he did it!

I really, really, really loved the dance ensemble in this one! I was so fascinated and enticed by them and their fluid and robotic movements really matched the whole dead bodies and zombie theme very well! They totally added to the whole thing and made the stage so much more entertaining and fun to watch thanks to their talents! There was one particular female dancer (she got a lot of the main dance parts) which was so damn good, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I need to find out which one it is. But the dancers all have blindfolds on for most of the stage - being dead bodies and all - so it'll be difficult to find out WHO.

Ciel always has the best outfits! I've always wanted to cosplay him. I've always wanted to own his clothing. This stage didn't change my feelings about his outfits at all; only increased them xD

The scene/moment just before Ciel and Seb's back story was so great! The ensemble were holding Reo and Yuta mid air and it was like a slow motion of them trying to grab each other's hands before Ciel gets consumed by the zombies and just as Seb gets stabbed in the back with the scythe. It was an amazing moment! I loved it!

CURTAIN CALL

Three rounds of applause, speeches after the second round, and standing ovation at the third round.

It was Harachan’s birthday so we sang Happy Birthday to him, and he was yelling thank you at the Undertaker who was right next to him (xD) and deep bowing on the floor to the audience in thanks. He was so sweet! He was like 'I've never had so many people wish me happy birthday! I think this will be a great year!'

HideSama spoke at the curtain call and a bunch of the crowd wooooo’d when it was announced he'd be the one speaking. He spoke about how he saw the circus one last year and felt, at the time, that he wanted to return to the world, and said he's glad he’s back after two years. And at the end he put on his Druitt voice and yelled 'TADAIMA/I'm home'.

Yuta also mentioned that apparently it’s their 10th anniversary for KuroMyu this year!

THE NEGATIVES

I try and keep a positive spin on the points somewhat:

While I did love the Elizabeth badassery scene, I couldn't help but notice that it was lacking in TouStage/HakuMyu/KStage-level-like sword fighting choreography. To a normal viewer, they probably wouldn't notice but in my eyes, the choreography was simplier and slower and looked a lot more like acting-fighting (like the ensemble obviously running into her swords to land the hit rather than it feeling like a flawless move from the character) to what my eyes are used to seeing. It doesn't take away from the fact that Elizabeth is really a sword fighting badass and that's the moment in the manga I really started like Elizabeth.

Unfortunately, the only ones I couldn't warm up to is Lizzie’s family. For some reason I just didn't take any liking to Francis or Alexis. I think I least liked their song too - oopsies. Her brother was okay though, and I liked how protective he was of Lizzie because it got really funny, like when Ciel safely brings her to her family and he's like 'take her and make sure she gets off safely' and he's like 'of course I will! I'm her brother! But I won't mind if you don't make it out alive okay? *bye*' it cracked me up!

Final note; I felt the first part was a lot stronger than the second half. Especially because a large chunk of the second half was dedicated to Ciel and Seb's back story and once again we got that contract scene at the start of the back story. Personally, I wish they wouldn't redo this scene every stage. Also I felt the crowd getting restless around me when the backstory starting going for like 20 or so minutes. I think a large majority of us wanted to get back to the main, present story. It wasn't a bad backstory at all; the song Ciel and Seb did during it, with the use of the projection mapping, was really good and creative, and Seb's 'kuso gaki / this little shit/brat' bitching was amusing, but it was a little too long.

GOODS

I only bought the pamphlet and the photobook and I've already put a lot of the photos throughout the review, but I'll put the rest of the others that I liked here:

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And that's all! Did I do well keeping positive and objective?! Now the real challenge is, can I hold this up?! We're only one day into 2018!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!

[toukenra]

Hello hello! I gotta request pretty please! Saniwa who will disappear to hang out with tantos after doing some paperwork. XD How would Hasebe, Kotegiri, Tomoegata, and Kikkou try looking for this slippery Saniwa? XD

Well hello there! I am Mod Catharia, a new member helping out in this blog! I always HC that majority of Saniwas slips away from work and instead decide to ditch work one day. (It’s important to relax once in a while!) 

This will be my first work and I hope you’ll come to enjoy my writing. I apologize if you think some characters are a bit OC (Gosh, I’m so sorry!)

Also, this is quite long. More under the cut ~ 

HASEBE

After being assigned as the Secretary for the day and making his rounds–He has to make sure everyone wasn’t slacking off or hiding some where

The brunette was on his way to his master’s study and was about to enter when he is greeted with a piece of paper stuck on the door…

“SANIWA IS CURRENTLY OUT…WILL BE BACK AFTER LUNCH! ;P”

Lies. You sure as hell aren’t coming back.

He blinks a few times before sighing

This was NOT the first time you had done this

The Uchigatana decides to go look for you and asks every sword he comes across

Too bad for him, You had told every sword you met along the way to lie for your sake and in turn:

“I won’t schedule you for fieldwork the day after tomorrow.” - to Akashi

“There’s some Castella cake in the office. It goes well with tea.” - to Uguisumaru

“I’ll comb your hair later after dinner.” - to Kogisumaru

Pretty much, Hasebe gets sent the opposite way from where you are

There’s much more important things than paperwork right now…

Like keeping your promise to the Tantous that you would play with them yesterday

…and paperwork was pretty boring.

Hide and Seek, on the other hand sounds much more fun.

Although, it much more difficult considering that you’re hiding from both whoever’s ‘it’ and Hasebe

BAH. You’ll be fine. 

You give a shrug and continue on with the game

Halfway through the game, you had taken to crawling on your hands and knees–it’s much quiet that way, no one will see nor hear you

Or that’s what you thought while rounding a corner…

….and unintentionally headbutted someone’s legs.

Those track pants look like familiar…

“Aruji.”

…Well damn.

You look up and your secretary looks unimpressed for a moment before you manage a smile and small wave. 

“Hi Hasebe~”

In the end, he allowed you to finish up that round before escorting and lecturing you all the way to the study.

“I’m sorry, Hasebe.” Cue the puppy dog eyes

IMMEDIATELY FORGIVEN

KOTEGIRI

You had sent him into a nearby town in order to gather a few things you needed: tea, a few pairs of gloves, plant fertilizer, and a few packets of vegetable seeds.

Before he left, you swore (up and down) to him that you would not get side-tracked…

But once he left, a group of Tantous passed by and called out to you.

“ARUJI! COME HAVE TEA WITH US!”

“Sure!”

When Kotegiri came back, You had disappeared…

A small sigh passed his lips and decided to check where you are on your paperwork.

…

Another frustrated sigh left his lips

You’re STILL on the same page from earlier when you started.

Kotegiri can’t even deal with you.

How does Hasebe deal with you!?

It doesn’t take long for the be-spectacled male to find you.

…Hiding in the more quiet wing of the Citadel surrounded by a few Tantous who had just returned from a sortie.

Wait…Are you snacking on chocolates…

‘These are delicious! Almost as awesome as Aizen Myou’ou!” -Aizen

“T-These are really good, Aruji.” -Gokotai

“Mnn…” -Sayo

“Sweets are the best!” -Houchou

Kotegiri peers around the corner and sees you smile happily as you push the box of chocolates to the smaller swords.

“Thanks for working hard as always and coming back.”

You talk and allow the Tantous to keep you company until an hour turns into three…

You totally forget about getting back to work until the sun begun to set.

Poor Kotegiri had been waiting for so long and his legs had fallen asleep waiting for you.

He finally decides to just wing it and wait for you in your office.

Later on, you cautiously venture into your study and almost get a heart attack when you notice him staring you down.

“Err…My head hurts so I went to the infirmary but fell asleep.”

LIER, LIER. PANTS ON FIRE.

He just gives you a smile…

H-He’s not mad!

…and gently pats another stack of documents and reports mailed that afternoon.

“A new batch came in this afternoon, Aruji.”

Light glints off his glasses and a small shiver runs before your spine as he continues.

“’Thanks for working hard as always and coming back, Aruji~’“

UH OH…

TOMOEGATA

The Naginata had just left to get some tea after you complained of a headache.

“Maybe a short break would clear your mind, Aruji.”

When he returned to the study you were nowhere to be found.

The window had been left open and he can only assume that you escaped that way…

How you climbed down the third-story building was beyond his knowledge

The Runaway Bride  Saniwa

Aren’t you such a troublesome child

He feels his eye twitch a bit before settling the tray containing the pot of tea and delicate china set you liked.

He walks down the hall and sees you with your clothing in total disarray and with leaves still stuck in your hair.

Kasen is not going to be happy. He just ironed your hakama too

“Aru–!!”

A splash of cold water suddenly hit him in the face when you realized your mistake.

“…Really, Aruji….”

“Oops…Haha! Sorry Tomoe!”

Holding up the water gun in surrender you gave the taller man an apologetic smile.

Before the Naginata could scold you the sound of war cries were heard and you knew they were coming.

“I’m sorry, Tomoe…the lecture will need to wait.”

All hell broke loose when a small group of Tantous began to throw water balloons from the rooftop, pelting the two in the courtyard.

“FOUND YOU!!” -Taikogane

“AHAHA~!” -Imanotsurugi

“HOW’S THAT!?” - Gotou

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!”

Sadly, Due to Tomoegata’s height he ended up getting the brunt of the blows while you basically used him as a human shield.

PFFTTT…He looks like an annoyed skinny drenched bird 

After your little ‘stand off’ in the courtyard, all four of you got a lecture Tomoe.

You think you’re off the hook?

Hahaha…Nice try, Saniwa.

That night, Tomoegata made you finish all your work then repetitively write: “ I promise to do my duties properly as a Saniwa and not give Tomoe a hard time.” until you filled three pages.

KIKKOU

“Aruji, Listen to this!” - Akita

“We found–Well, Yagen found it–but there’s a big meadow just over the hill!” -Asushi

“There’s lots of flowers and–Aruji, please come with us!” -Maeda

“Won’t you play with us later, Master?” -Midare

You promised the Toushirou Tantous that you would accompany them to the new spot this afternoon

But the paperwork doesn’t seem to be letting up

Also, Kikkou keeps bringing a fresh stack every hour

It’s never going to end. Is it?.

Seriously, You had a stamp with your seal AND signature

Surely you can finish your work in few hours, right?

Kikkou won’t mind you going missing for an hour, right?

You can finish the rest of this later

You stand up abruptly, making your Secretary look up at you

“I left a few documents in my room.”

“Ah would you like me to go retrieve it, Aruji?”

“No, no, I’ll grab it, Kikkou.”

The moment the door closes behind you, you break out into a sprint almost running into a few other swords

Ahhh…reminds me of skipping classes in Highschool.

You eventually arrive at the clearing and meet the younger-looking swords

You were having so much fun playing around

Until you realized that sun was beginning to set…

…

Kikkou won’t mind you going missing for five hours, right?

Yup… Sure. Everything going to be fine!!

He’s a lenient and nice sword..man…warrior…. whatever

Thankfully, you didn’t see the pink-haired Uchigatana and tried to sneak back in your office

He’s not here~!!

You quickly sit down and try to finish all the documents–Stamping away haphazardly like no tomorrow.

Within an hour, you finish everything, YAY!

You lean back on your chair but suddenly…

A neatly tied up cord of red rope appeared on top of your desk startling you.

…Wait…That wasn’t there earlier…

“It seems that you finished on schedule, Aruji.” 

You almost fell out of your chair when you heard Kikkou as he shut the door behind him quietly

“D-Don’t do that!”

“ Haha~ I apologize, Aruji…Ah, it seems that you have a few hours left to spare.”

“I think I’ll head to bed--”

“Oh that won’t do...”

Huh?

You paused mid stretch when you saw a dangerous look on his face

…You knew you weren’t getting away this time.

“Do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”

*Insert Nervous Laughter*

You really should have though this over.

I’ll leave whatever happens next to your imagination.

Note: I’m sorry. This took quite a bit of time. I’m not that well acquainted to the much newer swords but I hope this was to your taste!

-Mod Catharia.

[arirashkae]

Fluff Prompt: In a different life, Locus stays with Siris rather than Felix.

Yay another sideways detour from a prompt!  XD

What Little Girls Are Made Of

Characters: Samuel ‘Locus’ Ortez, OCs

Rating: T for late middle-school bs

Word count: 1057

AO3

“I’m sorry, Sam, but this is exactly why we put you down as an emergency contact.”

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing his friend couldn’t see him but would know about it anyway. “I know. I know. But–” He sighed. “Mason, what am I supposed to do?”

“What else?” Mason laughed. “Give ‘em hell.”

No weapons allowed on school property, the sign proclaimed. It hung on the glass doors, next to signs requesting all visitors sign in, listing dates of the upcoming school play, and the somehow ubiquitous “Hang in there!” kitten.

Sam snorted as he was buzzed in. Did “No weapons” include people like him? Mason’s leg must drive the metal detectors crazy. And Megan … she was probably the most dangerous of the three of them.

He signed his name to the book and affixed the ridiculously cheerful “Visitor!” sticker to his shirt. Well, at least it was obvious enough what his status was. Sam still missed the days of IFFs and HUDs, though.

Mason still did too, from time to time. At least, that’s what he’d let slip one night after a few beers. Sam deliberately turned his thoughts away from wondering if anyone else did.

The door to the dean’s office creaked as he pushed it open. Maybe someday he could shut off the part of his brain that was frowning at shoddy maintenance. His therapist said that was a normal, civilian thing to do, and not to worry about it. As long as he didn’t start obsessing.

It still bothered him though. Put his back up slightly. His eyes had flicked over the assembled group, cataloguing and assessing threats before the door had even closed behind him.

Cassidy Naprovnick gave him a slight nod and an even slighter smile. A training accident had meant she was sent home instead of to the front, but the Dean of Students still understood that some things were more instinctive than breathing.

Justus Biagiotti – better known to the students as “Officer Justice” – didn’t have that same bone-deep understanding, but he never questioned Sam’s quick sweep of whatever room they were in.

The girl sitting on the far side of the room offered him a small wave. “Hiya, Uncle Sam.” Her shoulders crept up to her ears at his unimpressed look. She slid one foot back and forth across the backpack at her feet, fidgeting.

“I thought the girl’s parents were being called.”

Sam followed the snotty voice to a man sitting with his arm wrapped protectively around a boy’s shoulders. His son, presumably. Sam clamped down on the swell of pride at the boy’s split lip and swelling eye. The ice pack he was holding would probably be more effective if he actually held it to his face.

“I’m sorry to say Mr. & Ms. Wu are currently unavailable.” Naprovnick didn’t sound all that sorry at all. “Sgt. Ortez is more than capable of handling this situation.”

Ah. That’s how this was going to play out. Biagiotti hid a smile at the emphasis she put on Sam’s rank. Sam himself was still sometimes uncomfortable with reminders of his service, even as he was more comfortable in military fatigues than civilian clothes, but it proved useful occasionally.

This was apparently going to be one of those occasions. He turned back to the girl. “Nicole. What happened?”

“I’ll tell you what happened! She attacked my boy! Completely unprovoked!”

“He tried to put his hand up my shirt!” she shot back. “I told him to knock it off or he’d regret it.”

They all turned to the boy, who shifted uncomfortably. “It was just a joke,” he muttered.

The father stuck his nose in the air. Sam tried to remember if he’d gotten their names, before deciding he really didn’t care. “See? He was joking. A harmless prank. Her reaction was excessive and uncalled for!”

“Perhaps he is right,” Sam said, throttling back the urge to wipe that supercilious look off the other man’s face. Nicole had obviously done well enough on her own. “I’m sure Ms. Wu, in particular, would be more than willing to leave a conference with her client to handle her daughter’s sexual assault case.”

It was viciously satisfying to watch them pale simultaneously. “Now see here, Mr. Ortez–”

“Sergeant.”

“…I beg your pradon?”

“Sergeant Ortez.”

Sam hadn’t thought the other man could get any paler, but somehow he managed it. He could see the exact moment righteous indignation parted enough for Sam’s appearance – from combat boots to scars – to register.

Idly, Sam wondered if he might actually faint. It would end this farce sooner, and far more amusingly, if he did. He turned back to Nicole. “What have we told you?”

“Don’t aim for the face because I risk my hand. If I have to aim for the face, aim for the nose. And don’t start the fight, but definitely be the one to end it.”

He didn’t bother suppressing his smirk at the outraged blustering behind him. “Very good.”

BIagiotti didn’t seem to be having any an easier time keeping a straight face. “I’ll have my report written up and sent home tomorrow,” he managed.

Sam nodded, then turned to Naprovnick. She smiled as well. “The school day is almost over, so you can collect your things, Nicole, and leave early,” she said. “If Sgt. Ortez is alright with that?”

Sam nodded. The boy and his father shrank back from him even more at the continued use of his rank, and he was enjoying every moment of it. There was a certain class of civilians he had no patience for, and these two seemed to be squarely in that category.

Nicole hopped out of the chair and slipped her bag over her shoulders. “I’ve got everything already. I was supposed to have study hale this period,” she added in explanation to Sam.

The dean nodded. “Then just sign out at the office and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they stepped out into the sunlight, Sam peeled the garish sticker off with a sigh of relief. “Did you hurt your hand?”

“Nah,” she replied cheerfully. “I got him in the face with my knee. His stomach’s going to hurt for a while.”

He chuckled and ruffled her hair, laughing even harder when she ducked away with annoyed noises. “Good.”

I just really really wanted to use this scenario, and I know I grossly oversimplified how it would play out but I don’t caaaare XD

Lacking any better knowledge,I’ve decided Locus was a sergeant back during his UNSC days, mostly b/c it amused the hell out of me

[crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer]

What is love?

In S1E2, after Wombat gives his speech about how he wants the boys to love the Earth and work as the Battle Lovers “until the Earth is filled with love”, Io asks this very important question:

For multiple reasons, it is extremely significant to me that Io is the one who asks what love is.

This is another example of how Yumoto and Io are so opposite each other. Io says in the first light novel that he is uncomfortable around Yumoto because Yumoto is unpredictable. After all, Yumoto is the embodiment of love in its purest form… and Io really doesn’t understand love. Just like he doesn’t understand Yumoto. And yet, here he is being confronted with this mysterious indefinable thing - physically and now figuratively as well - and clearly it is confusing him.

But Ryuu, master of love that he is, cuts in with his own answer.

Now, for the longest time, I didn’t understand what that meant either. I started to wonder if it was something lost in translation or if I was just completely missing some kind of context. But thankfully, these two extremely lovely people helped explain it to me. >w<

“I'm 99% sure this is just Ryuu showing off. It's the same sort of tone as there'd be with like 'there are so many awesome people around! like me, and me, and me'” - @intra-fiducia

“Ryuu making that comment is more about like. How narcissistic he can be, like, "yeah love is me and I'm love eeeeyyyy ;DDD" Ryuu talking about himself was more like... 'what is love? well look no further because... that's me, honey. ;D'” - @elucida

This makes so much sense (thank you both so much you are incredible oh my goodness!!!) because just look at the sort of thing Io has to put up with on a daily basis. ;P No wonder he’s so confused, although he has learned to accept Ryuu and even admire him for this even though he doesn’t agree or completely get it. I mean, look at Io’s face in that screenshot where he asks “just you, huh?” This poor boy. It’s the same face Io makes later when he tries to tease Ryuu about liking their Battle Lover outfits and Ryuu remarks that it really does look good on him. Io doesn’t get it, but at least it seems to make Ryuu happy.

But then Ryuu continues to explain more seriously what love is to him.

Aw, look at how passionate this boy is about the fluffy moments~ >w<

Ryuu’s character song from season 1 also talks about how he seems to be unable to tell his dates that he loves them. He tries to play this off as being a Casanova who can’t be tied down, but it’s possible that this is because he’s confused about his own feelings and isn’t really sure of them. But he sure does love these simple casual moments of just being comfortable in the company of another person. Though, part of me thinks it’s kinda funny that Ryuu specifically mentions sharing a can of coffee with a girl… because indirect kisses and all. *coughs and side-eyes S1E7*

And here is where Io starts to catch on and jumps in with his own conclusion.

Io may not have completely understood what Ryuu was saying, but he’s actually not entirely wrong. He’s referring to the feeling of accomplishment and excitement when something good happens or goes your way. The happiness or sense of satisfaction that Io gets from making a profit and watching his account balance increase is like those tingly happy feelings Ryuu gets when he goes out on his dates or gets a cute text from a girl or any of those casual things he mentioned above.

It’s a different scenario, but Io does understand a little bit of what Ryuu is saying. He just doesn’t equate it with people. And Ryuu is clearly unimpressed with this bullshit, Io. XD But I wonder if Ryuu is actually also referring to the fact that Io specifically has a Cayman Islands account where he keep his money. Yes, Ryuu, tax evasion is very fishy. ;P

But this scene coupled with this moment from S1E1

leads me to believe that Ryuu would be totally fine if he was forced to play Cupid (he does say that he’s okay just thinking of this as cosplay and he seems to think it’s cool that they can fire beams from their love sticks) and Io is convinced that romance really isn’t all that Ryuu is making it out to be. He sounded pretty confident when he tried to dash Ryuu’s hopes there. He can’t seem to fathom that there would ever be such emphasis put on it as that. And so, if this “love” Wombat keeps speaking of can’t be romantic love, Io wants to know exactly what it is that he’s supposed to be fighting for. Obviously, Ryuu disagrees with Io’s disposition on the matter of love, too. XD