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sns-tropes · 2 years ago

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sns fic: without you

chapter summary: No one's ever really asked Sasuke what he wants. Not like this.

pairing: sasuke/naruto (ninja!verse) post-698, part three one-shot to heart in your hands

rating: Teen (i guess), warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, trust building (words: 3k+)

A/N: OH LOOK, sasuke and naruto in an actual relationship where they communicate. unreal. (also if you haven't read the first two parts, this might be brain rot but i guess you could read it alone for the feels) you can read part 1 here on ao3.

- jeni

Sasuke tries to be home often. It’s strange that there aren’t many other places to be but home, but it's hard sometimes. He knows he’s supposed to be reporting, doing his job, writing out his daily findings. He does find things. But Naruto does most of the work.

He thinks Naruto does most of it, not for any kind of merit, but just to have something to do. There really isn’t anything to do up here. Cook maybe. Sleep. Contemplate how cold it is in the snowy weather.

When Sasuke gets home, he checks the calendar. One year to date. Halfway through their mission. Sasuke feels like he hasn’t taken full advantage of the time. He feels like he hasn’t grown like he thought he would. He feels like he hasn’t grown as much as Naruto has. He’s not sure if that makes the thought sting more. Naruto has changed so much for the better. Sasuke feels stagnant still.

He feels cold up here on the mountains. Ichiro keeps him warm most nights. He wonders why it seems like him and Naruto are too busy for each other. He doesn’t ask. He won't. Can’t. It’s not in his programming.

Naruto mentions that he misses spring and summer. Sasuke doesn’t know what to make of that comment. Something in the back of his mind is screaming, ‘he’s tired of you.’ Logically, that doesn’t corelate. But Sasuke has never really functioned off of pure logic anyway.

Naruto doesn’t do anything to urge those kinds of negative thoughts. He’s patient and kind, and always welcoming him home. So why is Sasuke telling himself that none of it is sincere?

It’s late now. Too late to ponder on such negative thoughts. He’s tried to train his mind away from it. These kinds of thoughts seem to occur more often at night. He lays his head down and he truly can’t believe that an entire year has passed him by. He reaches out to scratch Ichiro’s head, and he gets soft purrs in return. Slowly but surely, it will lull him off to sleep. He isn’t sure where Naruto is. He’s not here, that much is certain. He’s missing the familiar creak of the wood that gives way under Naruto’s careless steps.

Sasuke wonders when he became this needy. He’s not quite sure when it happened. Maybe it’s not that Naruto is tired of him. Maybe it’s because he’s finally realized just how much Sasuke hurt him. Perhaps he’s figured out just how much damage Sasuke has done, just like Sakura realized it. No number of apologies and heart to hearts can cover up some of the awful things that he’s done. And even though they’ve spoken on it before, on more than one occasion, even Sasuke knows that some kinds of hurt never truly vanish. He doesn’t particularly favor her, but that doesn’t ease the guilt somehow.

Maybe Naruto is starting realize that. For lack of a better phrase, maybe their honeymoon phase is over. Maybe they’re just- growing apart. His throat tightens at the very thought. Sasuke scoffs in the dark. It’s so ridiculous, what he’s come to. He tries again to get comfortable in the blankets, feeling like crawling out of his skin.

He’s not sure is he even has room to be upset. His eyes fall on the ruck sack in the corner. It’s the one Naruto came up the mountain with his belongings when they first made the trek. It’s empty now, unmoving from its usual lazy spot on the floor. Naruto uses it to run errands into town every now and then.

Naruto has always worried about Sasuke leaving him. It seems that Sasuke should have been the one worried. Because he's always had Naruto’s love, support, and loyalty. It’s been unwavering. There’s nothing that Sasuke could do that Naruto wouldn’t forgive. But Sasuke feels like it would be foolish to assume things will stay that way.

He’s really not sure what his life would look like without him. It would be a lot less worth living for, he thinks. It's too sad to think of. He feels pretty pathetic, imaging it in self-pity. He’d never admit it.

He tries not to stare intently as Naruto gently crosses the floor boards of their temporary home. It’s a relief to see him return from wherever he was, but Sasuke shows no signs of relief or even that he may be awake. He tries to suppress the shiver that catches up to him from the sheer cold of the night. It’s useless. He shivers almost violently, not being able to help it. And just when he thinks that there really isn't any hope left for them, Naruto stops dead in his tracks. He turns around. Not swiftly at all. But rather slowly, carefully, like his body itself is a worried question.

“Sasuke?"

Sasuke doesn’t really have a mind to acknowledge or deny him, he just sits in a strange state of neutrality where his heart and bones ache with something. He’s afraid. Always afraid. As many trials as they push through, he still cannot seem to clear the storm. The storm that keeps him indoors until Naruto takes his hand and yanks him outside the door into its depths. He’s starting to realize that maybe Naruto won't do that every time. Maybe he’ll have to step out himself once in a while.

He shivers again, and it almost overtakes him. He thinks maybe it isn't the temperature that’s affecting him now, but his own fears. He breathes deep and shuts his eyes for a moment trying to calm down.

Sasuke feels awful, like always as of late. Torn open, like always. He wishes he could locate the exact spot of these feelings and reach into his own chest to rip them out. He’s tried so many times, but this time feels different. It feels heavier, almost crushing.

A warm hand touches his cheek and Naruto realizes right away that Sasuke isn’t cold at all. Not even a little. It must be some kind of anxiety tick. It’s really not uncommon for Sasuke to have them, but never to this extent.

He continues to shiver, worrying Naruto to a new degree.

“W-what?” Sasuke stammers under the gentle touch of Naruto’s hand.

Naruto laughs low and knowing. It makes Sasuke tremble even more.

“Not feeling well?” Naruto says far too gently. Sasuke reaches forward, completely unthinking. He grabs onto Naruto’s shoulders, trying to ground himself. He doesn’t understand what’s gotten into him.

“Having a moment?”

Naruto isn’t unfamiliar with these feelings, falling victim to many episodes himself. He wants Sasuke to know it’s okay to just ride the wave and lose his footing. He’ll catch him.

“I feel fine.” Sasuke all but grits out. A clear lie. Naruto is calm though, like he knows exactly what’s ailing him.

Naruto presses a soft kiss to his lips, and Sasuke wants to pull away from him, feeling undeserving of attention. But he doesn’t. He just can’t. His instincts won't allow it. There’s so much for him to feel here with Naruto. Even when it’s rare, he wants it so desperately. He clings helplessly to it like a priceless relic.

“You’re shaking, you know.” Naruto tells him. “I can make tea?”

“No, I’m not cold.”

“Then should I stay here?” He asks softly. Sasuke tries to push him off with a scoff, but it’s so weak and without effort that Naruto only laughs.

“I’m not making fun of you.” Naruto says seriously, a hand flying to Sasuke’s hair to pet through it gently. “I’ve missed you.”

Sasuke’s breath hitches a bit. So, it was all in his head then. It was in his head like every other time he’s ever doubted that someone could possibly love him.

“Seems like you’ve been avoiding me,” Sasuke bites out. That’s really not what he means to say. He’s still not very eloquent after everything. Naruto just hums thoughtfully in response, because he really hasn’t been at all. He knows better than to take the bait. He can't fight with Sasuke right now, not when he clearly needs his attention.

Naruto has explained to Sasuke many times that he likes to give him space. They work better when Sasuke comes to him of his own volition. Sasuke knows this and has acknowledged it, so he’s not quite sure why he still acts this way despite that.

Naruto is looking at him so sweetly as he continues to comb the hair out of Sasuke’s eyes patiently.

“What?” Sasuke asks, noting the fond stare he’s receiving.

“It’s sorta weird.” Naruto starts, “That we ended up here. It's really crazy that we aren't dead.” He chuckles lightly.

Naruto has a lot to say about everything still, even after a year. He holds back for Sasuke. Because Sasuke is not very talkative, and he doesn’t want to bother him with his sentimental rambling. But Sasuke doesn’t stop him. Naruto knows deep down that Sasuke is just as sentimental as he is, if not more. He simply would rather die than show it. He just nuzzles further into Naruto’s hand, scooting closer for warmth. He isn’t telling Naruto to shutup, so He wants to hear whatever corny thought he has.

Naruto snakes an arm around him, pulling the covers over them both now.

“Did I ever tell you,” Naruto clears his throat, “About the dream I had, our first night at the med center?”

Sasuke’s brow furrows. “No. Tell me.”

He’d like to hear about it. Peering into Naruto’s dreams used to be one of his favorite pastimes. He doesn’t do it anymore. He figures if they’re trust building, that’s a good way to start.

“I dreamt we were still out there. In the rubble.” He sighs breathily. “I dreamt that we never got up. We just bled out.”

Sasuke just hums in response, trying not to show just how uneasy the thought of Naruto dead makes him. It’s disturbing to hear Naruto mention their deaths so casually now. They went years carelessly stating how willing they are to die. Sasuke can’t imagine justifying such a thing now.

“I know it’s kinda morbid, my brain does weird stuff. But it wasn’t really that bad. It was almost... peaceful?” He pauses, thinks for a moment. “Like I was ready.”

Naruto can hear Sasuke let out a shaky breath, but he’s finally stopped trembling.

“Sorry, I’ll stop talking.”

“No-” Sasuke stops him, finally calming down. “I mean- Keep talking.” It’s helping him come down off of his panic.

“You want me to talk?” Naruto chuckles. “I thought my voice was annoying.” He throws Sasuke’s words back at him from earlier that morning. Sasuke had told him that his voice was very annoying as he sang an old folk tune that they hadn’t heard since they were eight years old.

“I lied.” Sasuke quips, suddenly not feeling as shy as he usually is. “Tell me more.”

“I guess I don’t really have much else to say about it. Just something I wanted to get off my chest.” He says tiredly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I had just got you back.” He mentions quietly, quieter than he’s been thus far in the conversation. “For the first time in a while death was the very last thing on my mind.”

Sasuke frowns, thinking his word choice is interesting. Got him back . He wishes Naruto never had to feel like he lost him in the first place. He wonders how long regret can linger before someone would go insane from it.

“Did you think of it often?” It’s times like these when Sasuke really tries to connect with what Naruto is saying. “Death, I mean?”

“More than I should have.” He says, pulling Sasuke in closer.

“About your own? Or others?”

“Always others. But I thought that if I lost enough people, I might just die of sadness.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.” He deadpans.

“Yeah, I guess not.” He chuckles. “Intrusive thoughts.”

Sasuke sighs deeply, leaving it at that for now as he rests his head on Naruto’s chest. He’s gotten used to this now. Physical contact. Touching just to touch. There is no goal is mind. Naruto runs his fingers back through Sasuke’s hair. It almost lulls him to sleep, but not quite. It just settles him down into something more pliable and reasonable.

“I should go over our report for this week.” Naruto sighs and attempts to pry himself away from Sasuke and get up from the futon.

Unthinkingly, Sasuke tugs him back. “Just-” He stops himself, flushes a bit, “We can do it in the morning.” He suggests.

Naruto chuckles, slightly confused by the suggestion. He stays put nonetheless.

He knows that this is peculiar behavior for Sasuke to display, but it’s not like he’s never seen it before. From time-to-time Sasuke will get nervous or anxious, or maybe just overall unsure of himself. There was a time when Naruto would have considered it extremely out of character for Sasuke to act this way. But ever since they’ve moved out here on the mountains, it’s been more frequent. He gets the opportunity now to know himself better.

Naruto doesn’t think this is a bad thing. He gets insecure sometimes as well. But he also figures that despite Sasuke’s nervousness, he is someone that knows what he wants. If he didn’t want Naruto, he would have just left instead of extending his hand to invite him along.

He thinks it’s a good thing that Sasuke gets like this sometimes. To Naruto it means that he’s getting more in touch with his emotion, which he supposes is never a bad thing. With how many years he pushed them down, Naruto wants to see him feel all kinds of things.

Just when he thinks Sasuke is asleep he starts to pry himself away. But Sasuke isn’t asleep. No, not anything close to asleep. Naruto discovers he’s quite awake as he feels Sasuke press a soft kiss right to the pulse point of his neck. Naruto’s breath hitches a bit. He never knows what to expect sometimes. But it’s not unwelcomed.

He thinks it will be left at that. Just one kiss. More follow shortly after the first. Soft, open mouths kisses that become breathier with every passing moment. He preferers when Sasuke initiates things like this. He never wants him to feel like it’s an essential part of the relationship that they have. Because really, it isn’t.

The most important thing is that they’re together, and everything else comes second. Sasuke has expressed once or twice to him that it seems difficult to ask for these kinds of things. Because it’s difficult to ask for something he craves desperately but seems to feel guilty in wanting. Naruto wants him to know that he deserves all the things he wants.

Naruto is trying to work on the consent thing with him. Problem is, he’s not really a talker. He tends to clam up during sex and try to keep every word and sound to himself. It brings Naruto back to the first time they had together. It was a little awkward. A little difficult. But somehow perfect.

Nothing has changed at all. He still wants him in that very same way, one solid year later.

Sasuke seems slightly annoyed at Naruto’s lack of reaction, and it almost sounds like he’s pouting. Naruto chuckles fondly at him, pulling back to get a good look at his expression. Now’s the perfect time to test out just how much he’ll say.

“Hey...” He whispers to Sasuke, nudging at his nose with his own, teasing him with a kiss. “What are you up to?”

Sasuke just makes a noise of distaste. That’s not enough for Naruto. “Tell me what you want.” He persists.

Sasuke hates that it’s come to this. He hates asking for anything. He wishes Naruto would just take the reins. He seems to be good enough at it. Why can’t he do it more often? For once, he doesn’t want to think about anything. He just wants to turn his brain off for a bit and feel.

He pulls away, feeling stupid for initiating it.

“Hey, no,” Naruto says gently, snatching his wrist to try and draw him back. “Come on, talk to me.”

Sasuke looks into blue eyes. They’re too honest to look at.

“Nothing has changed.” Naruto says.

The simple sentence holds so much weight.

“Why do you always want me to tell you?” Sasuke asks frustrated.

“Because- that’s just- I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with what we do.”

“Of course I am.” He scoffs, pulling away again. Which is terrible, because even in his annoyance, he only wants to be close. It’s ridiculous, considering what they’ve done in the past. He doesn’t really get Naruto’s point.

“That doesn’t work for me. You have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I don’t- I’m not fragile. You don’t have to ask every time.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t?” Naruto says sarcastically, “So you’re just okay with anything I wanna do?”

“ Yes .” He says bitingly.

“So, I can tie you up, then? Slap you around? Call you names?”

Sasuke flinches.

“N-no.”

“Great. That’s why I need you to talk to me.”

Sasuke doesn’t say anything. He feels ashamed of himself when Naruto curls away from him. It’s difficult to say what he wants sometimes because he hardly knows himself. Right now, he’d just like to be held. He supposes he could ask for that at least, but he still feels so disappointed in himself.

Naruto sighs tiredly, flipping to face him again.

“Try again.” He says patiently. “What do you want right now?”

“Just- Just stay close.” He stutters.

Naruto seems semi-pleased with that answer, so Sasuke tries a bit more.

“I feel better when you touch my hair.” He mumbles embarrassingly. “It calms me down.”

“Okay,” Naruto says in that gentle voice again, that one that Sasuke craves. “Good. That’s good.”

He blessedly pulls him close again, hand back to carding through his hair. He melts into it again feeling relief rush over him. There’s a lot of things he doesn’t understand still about why Naruto is so adamant about this.

“Do I always have to ask?” he mumbles against his chest.

“No. But you need to tell me when I ask you.”

Sasuke grumbles in defeat. He would rather Naruto guess what he wants than have to say it every time. He supposes it’s a habit he’ll have to break if he wants this to work.

“You should be more specific.” Sasuke tells him.

“About what?” He replies in confusion.

“Like- be specific about what you need to know I'm okay with.”

“Sasuke- that doesn’t make sense.” He sighs.

He’s trying to figure out how he can make him understand.

“It’s easier for me to answer with yes or no.” He says, and hopes it’s not the wrong thing to say.

Naruto hugs him a little tighter. Maybe he does understand.

“Okay. I can do that. Like before?”

Like before when everything was fresh and new and Naruto asked him about everything. That’s always when Sasuke felt the most cared for. He scoffed at him back then too. But he didn’t mean it. Every time Naruto asked him what was okay with him, his heart fluttered happily behind his scowl.

Things are different now. They’ve had time to get to know themselves a little better here in isolation. Away from prying eyes. It’s left both of them more lost than they’d like to admit. Sasuke especially. There are no appearances to keep up with here. It leaves them questioning what they really need from each other.

“Like before.” Sasuke confirms.

“Okay, yeah.” Naruto sounds proud of him. It makes Sasuke’s heart swell with something new. “Can I kiss you?”

Sasuke nods, but nothing happens.

“Yes.” He says, brain slowing a bit.

Naruto pulls back enough to look at him properly. He’s smiling at him proudly, and Sasuke feels a little high on it. He kisses him carefully, with a certain impatient edge.

Sasuke loses track of time for a little while. Their lips are swollen by the time they pull away.

“Was that so hard?” Naruto teases breathily.

Sasuke for once, doesn’t scoff at him. He lays his head down on Naruto’s chest, wondering how he ever let himself slip so far into doubt.

“You know, right?” Naruto asks him sleepily. Sasuke knows what he means to say. He reaches for a hand to hold, chest too tight for the beat of his heart.

“I know.”

#heart in your hands #fic #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #fanfiction #fanfic #i wrote this a while back but i just wanted to cross post in here too #also sorry we have no content #shay's at university abroad and i am slowly gaining a social life so no time for posties #jeni

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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"I'm not here for your entertainment -- You don't really want to mess with me tonight! Just stop and take a second -- I was fine before you walked into my life! ‘Cause you know it's over before it began... Keep your drink -- just give me the money -- It's just you and your hand tonight!”

~“U + Ur Hand” by P!nk

x~x~x~x

Honeydukes was bustling one morning in the summer of 1990. Thanks to a recent collaboration with Florean Fortescue, Honeydukes had developed a fabulous new No-Melt Ice Cream, and it was selling out left, right, and center. Honeydukes’s owner, Ambrosius Flume, and his wife Jenie were so occupied with ringing up customers that they didn’t have much time for conversing and chatting as much as they would like. Perhaps this is why they didn’t take notice of the stocky eighteen-year-old young man with messy dark curls ducking through the crowds and making his way over to the slightly ajar door marked “employees only” at the back of the store -- nor of him peeking through so as to look at the storeroom and kitchen on the other side.

Someone else did, though. And that “someone” was Ambrosius’s second daughter and Honeydukes’s resident chocolatier, Mia.

She had been amiably chatting and laughing with a friend who’d popped in for a visit by the door when she noticed him -- and upon catching sight of him, her brows came down over her green eyes in suspicion.

Who...?

Quickly but politely putting an end to her conversation, the blond-haired young woman swept through the crowds with a bit more difficulty, trying to cut across the store. The strange young man was actively propping open the door now and looking around in wide-eyed curiosity --

“Hey!” Mia called ahead.

You’re not allowed in there! she was ready to add, but before she could properly verbalize it, she was suddenly inhaled by a crowd of about twenty people, all of whom had rushed to form a messy line up to the counter to get their own cone of No-Melt Ice Cream. Once Mia had dislodged herself, the young man was gone.

Her heart leaping into her throat in both anxiety and righteous anger, Mia forcibly pushed through the crowd with some very pointed “excuse me’s” until she finally reached the other side of the room. She slammed open the “employees only” door, her posture very authoritative and her voice very sharp as she barked,

“What are you doing in here?”

The young man looked up, startled. And when their eyes met, sharp green on hollowed-out, almond-shaped blue, Mia abruptly straightened up, her entire posture tensing up like a cat with its fur on end.

That face --

It couldn’t be, could it? After so many years...and looking just the same -- like something out of an old photograph --

Yet it was. And that face contorted with perfectly innocent surprise before bursting into a brilliant, boyish smile.

“Oh, whoops! Guess I sort of strutted in without being invited, eh?” he said with a laugh. “Sorry -- I was just looking to talk to whomever was making the ice cream...reckon they must be out to lunch or something...”

He indicated the small cauldron, cans of ingredients, and multiple mixing bowls set up on the counter.

“I at first presumed the ‘No-Melt’ aspect had to be thanks to an old-fashioned Freezing Charm,” he prattled on, seemingly completely oblivious to Mia’s shocked, bewildered expression. “But then I realized no, if it was, you’d probably freeze it solid, or at the very least, you’d lose some of that texture. You’d undoubtedly see evidence of ice chips in the finished product, which you can’t -- it’s really quite smooth, from what I can see, like a proper soft-serve should be. I considered that perhaps one could Transfigure the ice cream, so as to imbue it with the proper qualities...but then I saw the miniature cauldron in here, and I realized -- of course! Potioneering would be a perfect solution, to such a problem. Why, what are potions if not magical chemistry -- and what’s cooking if not edible chemistry?”

His skull-like blue eyes were alight with eagerness.

“Would your Potioneer be available later, to discuss this further?” he said brightly. “I’d love to hear more about their methods -- ”

It was at this point that -- at long last -- Mia had collected herself enough to lash out.

“Get -- out,” she cut in very fiercely.

She pulled out her wand, fully prepared to grab the curly-haired man with a proper Incarcerous and yank him right out of the backroom. Before her spell could land, though, the young man had sidestepped it, making it instead grab at one of the glass jars, which was then flung forward and smashed to the floor. Mia tried again, chucking several more spells to bind, disarm, and Stun him, all of which he seemingly just as effortlessly blocked.

“Oi!” said the man, taken aback. “Take it easy -- ”

Mia got so impatient that she actually reached out as if to grab the younger man and throw him out with her own hands.

“I said get out!”

But somehow, the man ducked her arms, coming out from under her and straightening up with the kind of baffled expression one might see on a dog being commanded to do a trick he didn’t know.

“Whoa, sunshine, cool your jets!” he said with a bewildered smile. “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything -- ”

“Don’t patronize me!”

Mia lashed out with several more spells, which -- to her utter frustration -- he all just as effortlessly blocked.

“You are trespassing in my father’s store, in my kitchen -- an area where you’re objectively not allowed -- trying to sniff out secret information about products that are the sole property of my family’s business! I don’t give a damn about whether you plan to hurt anyone or not -- you are getting the HELL out of here, right now, or I’m calling the bloody Auror Department on you, Jacob Cromwell!”

Once he’d finished wordlessly transfiguring the ropes she’d conjured into ribbons with an idle flick of his wrist, Jacob straightened up slightly, interested.

“You know me?” he asked, his face still touched by that maddening kind of innocent, boyish curiosity.

“Of course I know you,” Mia said coldly. “We were in the same bloody class -- at least until you up and vanished, dealing with those stupid Vaults...”

Jacob blinked. “Really?”

Mia raised her eyebrows coolly. “Should I be flattered that you don’t recognize me? Maybe this might help -- Dueling Club, fifth year? You used Ferula to wrap me up in bandages like a mummy and threw me backward right into a suit of armor.”

Jacob considered this story and the cursive “Hermia” nametag pinned to the front of Mia’s apron for a moment. Then his eyes drifted up toward the ceiling absently.

“...Huh. I don’t really remember that...”

Mia looked like she wanted to crack Jacob’s head open on her kitchen counter. She settled for trying to grab his shoulder -- this time, she actually managed to make contact, since because Jacob hadn’t been looking at her.

“Well, I do -- ”

She used the grip to yank Jacob roughly back toward the door and throw him out of the backroom.

“-- and I don’t want to see you anywhere near my family’s shop again,” she spat. “Do I make myself clear?”

Jacob looked incredibly confused, to the point of almost looking remorseful.

“What? Oh, come on...”

He struggled to articulate his thoughts for a minute, before offering a weak smile.

“Look -- I’m sorry for not remembering you and all, and I know my reputation isn’t all that great...I’m still trying to set my life right, after everything,” he added as a mumble, “but well, I wasn’t looking to steal your family’s secrets or whatever. I just heard about your new ice cream and thought it sounded really cool, so I wanted to know how it worked -- ”

Mia’s expression grew a bit darker, gaining a more cynical smile.

“Oh, sure -- that’s your excuse for everything, isn’t it? You just wanna know. It doesn’t matter what rules you break, or what anyone else says, you just gotta know, and that’s all that matters...well, guess what, Cromwell -- you can’t know this. And you’re not going to.”

Jacob frowned. “Why? Because I beat you in a duel when we were kids?”

“Because I’m not going to reward you for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong!” Mia snapped back.

She got right up in his face. It wasn’t hard to do -- Jacob Cromwell hadn’t grown taller than 5′7″, and Mia herself had always been slightly above average height.

“I figured it out all on my own, Cromwell,” she hissed at him coldly. “Maybe you could too, if you actually put in the work, instead of just dancing through without even trying.”

With this, Mia brought her hands up as if to shove Jacob back. Before she could reach him, though, Jacob stepped back instantly, avoiding her touch all together.

“You don’t have to slam the door in my face,” he said, raising his eyebrows coolly. “If you want me to leave, you could just say so.”

Mia’s face flushed bright red in frustration. She couldn’t keep herself from baring her teeth like an angry dog.

“I’ve already told you to get out twice,” she said at last, once she’d reestablished a grip on her temper.

Jacob shrugged. “Guess you did, yeah. I’d kind of been hoping to calm you down at the time, but...”

Tucking his wand back in his pocket with a sigh, he turned on his heel as if to go.

“Oh well...guess I never have been as good as my Pip, when it comes to dealing with people’s emotions. Nice meeting you again, I guess!”

With an offhand little wave over his shoulder, Jacob disappeared back into the throng of customers.

Mia felt like steam was coming up off her head as she watched him go, her green eyes boring like daggers into his back. She felt like that steam surely must’ve been visible, when her mother Jenie came up alongside her and took hold of her shoulder.

“Mia dear, there you are,” she said in a rather fussy, but still fond kind of voice. “Cornelius Fudge’s nephew’s here, to sample your newest chocolate -- quite a handsome lad, I must say...”

The older woman noticed Mia’s laser-pointed focus, though, and upon following it, she just barely made out the silhouette of Jacob Cromwell taking one last look around Honeydukes before giving a small sigh and heading out.

“Is that Rosmerta’s new bartender?” said Mrs. Flume, her eyebrows raised.

Mia looked at her mother, scandalized. “Bartender?”

“Yes -- apparently he’s working at the Three Broomsticks to pay his living expenses, until he can sit for his NEWTs up at the school next spring. Suppose once he does that, he might be able to get a better paying job...I gather from Rosmerta the lad’s a bright sort -- ”

“Doubtful,” Mia said scornfully. “Jacob Cromwell may be bright, but he’s also completely insufferable. I think it’d be a wonder if any employer in the world could tolerate him.”

Mrs. Flume blinked twice very quickly. “Jacob Cromwell? You mean that boy who disappeared without a word in your sixth year, while chasing Hogwarts’s Cursed Vaults? Well now, that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while...”

“And hopefully we never will again,” Mia said with a very dry smile.

She swept over behind the counter so she could slide out the empty tray of No-Melt Ice Cream sundaes out of the display case.

“I’d better get back to work,” she said, forcing a slightly more resilient smile on her face. “How are we doing on the mint chocolate chip?”

“Well enough for now,” said Mrs. Flume distractedly, “but...oh, can’t you put that down for a moment, dear? I was really hoping to introduce you to Minister Fudge’s nephew. He’s newly 28, so he’s only a couple of years older than you...certainly more in your age range than Florean Fortescue -- ”

“Mum, the shop needs more stock,” Mia said very coolly. “I’m afraid my dating life will have to wait.”

“But your dating life could help the business!” Mrs. Flume said eagerly. “Why, think of how much business Dirk’s helped drum up for us, since marrying your sister...just think of how much money we could bring in, if you joined the Minister’s family! Even the name sort of fits, doesn’t it? Hermia Fudge?”

Mia couldn’t bite back a loud laugh. “Mum! I’m not marrying a bloke for his last name! I’ll marry him for his good looks and charm, regret it immediately, and then divorce him, like normal women do.”

Her mouth spread into a cheeky, sarcastic smile, she retreated into the backroom before her mother could raise any further objections.

Mia set down the tray at the side of the counter, before rolling up her sleeve and brushing off her apron.

“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands together as she considered the ingredients she’d put down, “round two.”

With a slightly sunnier expression, Mia set about mixing the whole milk, condensed milk, cream, sugar, salt, eggs, cocoa powder, semisweet chocolate, and vanilla together in the bowl, a song grazing her lips absently as she did so.

“Dah dop, dah dum -- hang up the phone To let me know you made it home... Da da da-la-da...with Part-Time Lover...”

The funky Muggle tune -- and the ease with which Mia could groove along to it while mixing the ingredients in her mixing bowl and her cauldron -- made it a little easier to put the absolutely infuriating revelation of Jacob Cromwell’s return to her life out of her mind...at least for a little while.

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If you also don’t know, the Seriousverse and the Frisketized Universe hate NFTs, so we think the entire idea is dumb. Jimmy Fallon looked so dumb with his monkey picture.

Link to the article: https://www.pcgamer.com/dead-or-alive-creator-announces-his-new-studios-first-game-and-oh-no-its-an-nft-thing/

-Jeni

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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you'd come with me?

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lol this picture just makes me laugh we love a mich ultra man

“How much longer?”

“Just a few…” Sophie answered Rafe absentmindedly, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she typed.

They’d assumed their usual positions while studying in her room - she was sprawled out on her bed, while he sat at her desk, concentrating on whatever homework he had for the day. She’d banned him from the bed during study time, much to his dismay, claiming he was far too distracting. (He still got away with distracting her half the time anyways, slinking over and tucking his large frame into her side like a dog that had overgrown its owner’s lap years ago.)

“Rafe?” She broke the silence after a while, punctuating her sentence with a firm shut of her laptop.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I just applied for a grad program.” She told him nervously, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He shrugged, not turning his attention to her. “Okay? I thought you applied to Ohio State’s, you’re basically in already.”

“Well, yeah. But, um - can you look at me, please?” Sophie bit at her bottom lip, anxious.

He glanced up and finally noticed her nervous energy, then came over to sit next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just big news. Maybe. I don’t even know if I have news yet, really -”

“Spit it out, Soph.” He nudged his knee against hers, concerned.

She nodded, taking a breath. “Okay. I applied to three other places, too. Two are in New York, one’s in Texas. And I know, I should have told you, but I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do it in the first place, I kind of applied on a whim - well, I’ve been perfecting the application essay for weeks, but -”

“Soph, hey, it’s okay.” He cut off her rambling and a broad grin spread across his face, completely surprising her. “New York and Texas, for real?”

She raised her eyebrows and fidgeted with her ring, glancing at him worriedly. “That doesn’t worry you at all? That we’d be apart?”

She’d thought about how to tell him, when to tell him, for weeks now. She’d been hiding that she was interested in applying to other schools since June and though she felt incredibly guilty, she kept thinking back to long distance and how sad he seemed sometimes. She couldn’t break him with the news again so soon, not when she saw the way he lit up when they were together again and how content he was. Not when she saw how hard it was for her to support him from thousands of miles away, knowing physical touch was a big thing he relied on for comfort in their relationship.

He interrupted her train of thought as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Sophie, baby, do you know how many jobs are in New York and Texas?”

“Wait, you’d come with me?” She stuck her bottom lip out a little, overwhelmed and almost near tears at his response.

“I was planning on following you no matter what.” Rafe smiled encouragingly, reaching out and stroking his thumb over her cheek. “If you’ll have me.”

“Oh.” She said softly, growing shy. “You’re sure? You could go wherever you wanted, I don’t want to hold you back -”

“Hey, hey, none of that. Where’d you apply, when do you hear back?”

“You’re sure this isn’t an issue.” She asked warily, not wanting to undermine his feelings.

“I’m positive.” He gave her a proud grin. “What schools?”

“Okay, um. Columbia -”

He let out a long low whistle, nodding. “Impressive.”

She blushed, finally grinning back. “Hush. Columbia, Syracuse and UT Austin. Isobel already got into Syracuse. Columbia’s my top choice, but that’ll probably never happen.”

“Of course it’ll happen, get out of your head.” He leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Look at you, big shot, applying for an Ivy.”

She relaxed, her hands trailing along the hem of his shirt, and ducked her head to hide her grin. “Stop. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. When do you find out?” He shifted to lay down by her, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Um…not for a couple months, I think. You’ll really follow me?”

“Course I will, if you’ll have me.” He nodded earnestly.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She beamed, nudging her nose against his. “You’re my favorite.”

“Love you too.” He responded. “Wait, did you just apply? Like right now?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Just finished my Columbia essay, I did the rest last week. Now I wait.”

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, making her relax again. “You’re so damn smart. Should we go celebrate?” Rafe gave her a cheeky grin. “Double scoop with sprinkles?”

She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t have the same effect now that you get it for free.” As a part of his internship program, he’d received a punch card for 25 free visits to Jeni’s, their favorite ice cream shop - they’d hardly made a dent in it since returning to school.

“No, I pay extra for the sprinkles and your waffle cone.” His grin gave way to a slow smirk and he kissed her neck, sucking gently for a moment. “We could celebrate other ways…”

“Wait, no, I actually do want the ice cream.” She pulled away before he could leave a mark, giving him a warning glance. “I gotta make up for what I missed over summer.”

He laughed, getting up and offering his hand. “Alright. C’mon, genius. Jeni’s is waiting for you.”

She took his hand, but didn’t stand. “Wait, Rafe. You’re sure, this is okay with you? I know you have your job lined up and all…”

Rafe paused, shrugging. “Yeah, well. Uh, Brooklyn got the job offer too, she’s already accepted it. So I wasn’t too psyched about it anyways.”

“Oh.” She nodded, thoughtful. “Have you been to New York? Or Austin?”

“I have. You haven’t? You want to go visit when you get in, so you can make your final decision?” He tugged on her hand, pulling her up into a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Not sure I could afford that.” She mumbled, resting her head on his chest.

“Man, too bad you don’t have a boyfriend with money to pay for those trips.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilted it up so he could look her in the eyes and see her scowl. “If you want to visit, we’ll go. Easy weekend trip.”

“Right.” Sophie nodded, unsure. “Maybe. I’m not even sure I’ll get in, I’ll probably be stuck here in Columbus for another year anyways.”

“Hey. Stop talking like that. You’ll help me look for jobs in New York and Texas, right?”

“Of course I will.” She confirmed. “You know, we could probably find something related to film in New York…”

He scoffed and looped his arm around her shoulders, steering her out of her room and down the stairs. “I think my dad might write me out of his will if I did anything adjacent to the film industry. Waste of my time, he says.”

She frowned, letting him usher her out to the car. “Maybe you should go talk with the career counselors, see if there’s options to combine both. You’re good at marketing too, maybe there’s something there?”

“Not sure. Haven’t really thought about any of that.” He dismissed her quickly, feeling uneasy like he did any time he thought about his future outside of school.

Sometimes he realized he was really good at absorbing other people’s interests, like he was able to always match his personality into a perfect mold to other people’s expectations. With Colin and James, and now Sophie, he was able to let his guard down a little and figure out who he was, who he wanted to be beyond his father’s expectations. He felt like he was thinking about this ten years too late - eleven year old Rafe had always written his ‘dream job’ in school as working for his dad. Now he was about to graduate, set to get a job, and wasn’t even sure if he could list his hobbies outside of hanging out with Sophie and his friends, and watching movies.

“Look, I just...I don’t want you to lose sight of what you’re actually interested in just because you need a job. You don’t have to hate your job.” She told him, carefully.

“I know.” He nodded, shutting down the conversation. “Today’s not about me, though, we gotta celebrate you, hotshot over here.” He grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her quick across the seat. “I think they have the chocolate cake back in stock, I’ve missed it.”

She picked up on his hesitation, but didn’t push it. “You’re such a creature of habit.”

“No, you’re just a psychopath picking a different flavor every time.” He shook his head as he reached his hand to rest behind her seat, turning around to back up. “Good thing I love you anyways, smart girl.”

“Love you too, sweet boy.” She replied with a smile.

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redrabbitspod · 4 years ago

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how did you choose the designs for all the characters in RRP?? will y'all also be continuing behind the pod

Hi there! First, Behind the Pod WILL be continuing! We have so many ideas and I’m pretty sure Jeni’s said it but we’re not lying when we say we literally have all the characters lives planned out lol. We have one Behind the Pod coming out soon and its SO MUCH FUN AND YALL ARE GONNA LOVE IT (hopefully. we geeked about the idea all week so...)

As for the characters! That’s a really good question. I’ve answered it in the discord a couple of times, but I always love when it gets brought up because we really put a lot of thought into the characters of RRP.

I’d already had a pretty established idea of what Andrew and Neil looked like because I’d painted them before. I decided to do a full body to try and get down their style and such and then I feel like everything really fell around that.

Nathan was just. a gross no brainer.

Seth was fun to figure out because one thing that really pissed me off was the fact that some people hc-ed him as black. Literally the guy that was killed off first, severely homophobic, and one of the most hated characters. We wanted to flip that onto its head and say you know what? Fine. We’ll make him black (even though in canon I know the four of us saw him as a white trailer dude), but we’ll give him a reason as to why he is the way he is and try to redeem him since this is several years later. Hopefully, we did that lol. But we developed his dad being military, white, and refusing to acknowledge the fact that his sons were black. And his momma being a hard working, religious black woman that was trying her damnedest to raise her sons. And honestly, everything snowballed from there and as per usual, I had to cover him in freckles because I have an obsession.

Dan and Alli is p interesting too. Of course we knew Dan was going to be black, because duh. But originally I designed Alli as white and her style was pinup lmfao. Something about it didn’t feel right though. I cant remember when it hit me, but at some point I was like NAH. ALLI HAS TO BE BLACK.

I told the others and they agreed. And what we decided was that Alli and Dan will have very different experiences in being black. And with Seth, they would show the different sides of the black community (my community), because I saw an extreme issue in this fandom when it came to race. I’m not saying that I wanted a chance to educate, but yeah. I wanted a chance to fucking educate lol. So here was my first version of afrolatina Alli, and then we played with that until she morphed into the bad bitch she is.

And then we thought maybe we’ll keep her pinup, but we decided against that.

As for Dan, we played with her hair lots, but decided on braids instead of the short hair. But here are a few of the versions we played around with!

Matt was a given because uh. duh

King was actually fun because originally she was completely different, but then I had to simplify her because i forgot how I got her fur to look like that :(

Also as a note, you can definitely tell that I’ve learned my program better over the past two years lol. So the way I render now and some of the characters have DEFINITELY changed over time. Almost all of their ‘skins’ have been replaced.

Renee I think we always knew was half korean? I don’t know how.. but we knew that. She’s also changed over time, but for the most part, I already had her character made so we just scooted her over to RRP lol.

I’m trying to think if there’s anything else design wise... Oh I did end up making Mary a few times. here are two versions of her:

These were before we figured out that Neil is part-Indian though. So just keep that in mind. We never really discussed it in depth at this moment, which is why she very much looks like a Hwhite lady.

Robin i think was automatic. We immediately knew what to do with her. So it was sort of a nobrainer? And it was realized later that Robin looks suspiciously like me (NOT INTENTIONAL) so we ended up using myself as a young robin lol.

I hope this answers your question! I’ve got a TON of unreleased/posted pictures of the characters built up over the years so any time I get to share them, I REALLY take it lol! - Tiara

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azilastuff · 3 years ago

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Empat Anime Tersuka dan Penjelasannya

Sedikit banyak, aku senang ada beberapa orang yang ternyata nonton anime atau baca manga juga di lingkaran media sosial aku. Meskipun dikit banget. Tapi beberapa kali mereka cerita kalau mereka baca tulisan dan apa yang aku share, jadi aku juga senang. Sering ditanya, ada rekomendasi ngga? Jawabannya, ini ya, aku tulis lumayan niat untuk yang belum pernah gemar anima / manga juga.

My Fave Anime So Far

1. Haikyuu!

2. Bungou Stray Dogs

3. Moriarty The Patriot

4. Attack on Titan

5. Bungou to Alchemist

6. Jujutsu Kaisen

7. Zankyou no Terror

8. Star Align

9. A Silent Voice

10. Grave of the Fire Flies

Aku ngga jelasin satu-satu ini tentang apa ya. Kalian bisa baca atau cari sinopsisnya aja. Tapi untuk anime 4 teratas, ada aku bahas di sini. Honestly, empat teratas itu terbaik dengan genre dan jenis ceritanya masing-masing sih. Jadi susah untuk mengurutkannya mana yang pertama.

Let me elaborate.

Haikyuu! adalah anime tentang voli. Tokoh utamanya adalah Hinata yang sejak SMP pengen banget bisa jadi ace dalam tim voli. Tapi sayang, dia ngga punya tim resmi yang mau main voli. Baru punya tim ketika SMA, yang mana jadi terlihatlah kalau Hinata masih seperti gelas kosong dalam skill voli. Di tim ini, dia berkembang bersama teman-temannya yang lain untuk membuktikan, Karasuno bukan lagi gagak yang tidak bisa terbang.

Anime yang satu ini vibe-nya menyenangkan dan membahagiakan. Desain karakternya atau personalitasnya terbaik. Aku bahkan ngga bisa yang mengabaikan tim lawan gitu lho. Saking tim lawan Karasuno juga punya back story dan personalitas yang layak diikuti (kecuali Tim Nohebi, ya. Catet tim yang satu ini, huh!)

Salut sama authornya, Furudate :')

Kalau lagi sedih tapi pengen senyum, nonton Haikyuu bisa bikin mood membaik, bahkan bisa bikin less lonely ketika nonton. Its music scoring is the best! Kalo ada yang tanya, anime apa ya yang bisa ditonton tapi ringan dan bagus? Haikyuu! Fiks.

Tapi dia kan sport anime? Nah justru itu. Ngga sangka dari sport anime tentang voli, banyak hal yang berarti buatku mengenai alur cerita dan setiap–aku ulang ya, setiap karakter di dalamnya. Soalnya mereka punya ciri, masalah, dan trauma masing-masing–tapi juga sudah tengah dan sudah berusaha untuk overcome masalah mereka.

Aku bikin tulisan analisis karakter Haikyuu Tim Karasuno di sini, di sini, dan di sini ya.

Bungou Stray Dogs ini, keren dari segi cerita yang dalam dan pengelolaan karakter. Tokohnya diambil dari sastrawan yang sudah pada meninggal. Makanya ada bagian-bagian dari manga dan animenya yang akan terkait dengan hasil karya sastra yang mereka buat, dan kehidupan sastrawannya sendiri.

Awal nonton animenya, aku masih belum tahu kalau BSD akan sedalam dan sesuram itu ceritanya. Kupikir cuma cerita agensi detektif yang berusaha jaga kota Yokohama dari intruders yang berambisi dapatkan "buku" yang paling magical di dunia. Ternyata, lebih dari itu dan banyak hal yang tidak ringan. Jadi, aku mungkin cuma akan merekomendasikan nonton ini bagi mereka yang sehat secara mental aja. Apalagi ketika aku tahu ternyata ada light novelnya yang memuat cerita pengisi yang tidak dimuat dalam story line utama.

Cuma, di satu sisi anime dan manga BSD ini kaya. Banyak mengupas sisi kemanusiaan yang mungkin tidak semua orang berani menyentuh bagian yang sangat depresif itu. Apalagi kalau sudah mulai mengulik hal-hal yang ternyata diambil dari karya dan kepribadian sastrawan yang dijadikan tokoh. Aku sih ya, karena cukup familiar dengan beberapa nama sastrawannya, excited saat bisa paham kenapa tokoh yang itu begitu, dan yang ini begini.

Makanya sangat pengen ada yang nonton BSD juga sampai mau mendetaili manganya seperti aku, biar aku bisa ngobrol. Tapi aku juga sadar, ini lumayan berat animenya, jadi yah. So lonely, rasanya :')

Moriarty The Patriot, adalah adaptasi dari cerita Sherlock Holmes menghadapi Moriarty. Bedanya, di anime ini tokohnya masih muda semua, dan Moriarty-nya punya back story yang berbeda dari novel aslinya. Ceritanya tentang 3 bersaudara James Moriarty yaitu Albert, William, dan Louise, yang ingin mengubah sistem sosial kelas di Inggris. Tapi, caranya membutuhkan Sherlock Holmes untuk memudahkan dan mengungkap tujuan-tujuan dari aksi mereka.

Ini bagus banget. Bahkan ketika baca manganya makin terlihat kenapa anime ini sangat worth to watch. Legalnya bisa ditonton di Youtube Muse Indonesia. Cuma aku ngga paham kenapa sangat underated, yang nonton hanya 250k views. Orang Indonesia pada ngga suka kali ya sama yang gini-gini? Padahal keren banget.

Visual animenya, mantap. Tadinya kupikir selain Studio Mappa, gambar anime lain akan biasa aja. Tahunya, ada juga ya yang bisa bikin visual yang sangat memuaskan mata selain dari Studio Mappa. Pace ceritanya juga cepat sih, tapi bukan berarti ngga bisa diikuti. Pas aja. Aku suka ini, karena biasanya salah satu alasan aku skeptis pada anime adalah saat pace-nya lambat.

Perfect ending. Huft, ngga bisa ngga bisa nangis sih di ending-nya. Banyak hal yang aku rasakan di situ karena merasa relate. Apalagi aku nonton itu sedang dalam masa sembunyi (masih sampai sekarang, makanya bagi yang sadar akan keberadaan aku, pasti sadar juga kalau aku sedang tidak ada).

Hm, yang pasti, Moriarty The Patriot bisa dengan tenang aku rekomendasikan ke orang bagi yang ingin coba nonton anime berkualitas.

Attack on Titan. Kalau ada amal jariyah soal anime, AoT ini sih tersangkanya, hehe. Soalnya AoT adalah awal aku mau nonton anime (bahkan baca manga). Kalau aku ngga nonton anime lagi setelahnya, dapat dipastikan AoT akan selalu jadi anime terbaik yang aku tonton. Cuma, maaf yaa, AoT masih ada hal-hal yang aku pertimbangkan untuk tidak ada di posisi pertama sendirian.

Ini ceritanya, semakin lama semakin kompleks. Bukan hanya tentang suatu penduduk pulau yang terisolasi dalam tembok agar tidak dibunuh titan, tetapi sampai berujung pada masalah kemanusiaan yang kompleks seperti politik, rasisme, dan genosida. Makanya susah untuk ngga spoiler itu. Cuma, masih sangat layak tonton karena anime bakal bikin kita berpikir banyak tentang manusia dan rasa takutnya pada sosok yang dia tidak tahu.

Warning aja sih, karena akan banyak kematian dan darah yang kita lihat di animenya. Saranku, jangan berani-berani menaruh hati pada tokoh di awal season. Biar ketika mereka mati, kita ngga sedih. Masih ada final season 4 yang akan tayang bulan Januari 2022, can't wait! Sangat excited tapi juga aku sudah berusaha antisipasi diri aku karena sudah tahu how much pain in that final season.

Oh iya, AoT ini bahkan dijadikan diskusi untuk menangkal rasisme lho dalam beberapa tulisan yang berhubungan dengan sosial politik dan hubungan internasional. Bahkan ya, pembangunan tembok isolasi pulau Paradis ada yang dijadikan skripsi anak sipil (eh apa arsitektur ya, lupa). Ya Allah, betapa menyenangkannya skripsi mereka ini, huhu.

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So far, ada beberapa pola yang aku bisa temukan di 4 anime di atas sehingga bikin aku menjadikan mereka ada di 4 teratas:

1. Tokoh yang jelas, tegas, dan progresif dalam perubahannya. Meskipun ada ya sesekali plin-plan itu terjadi, tapi bukan menjadi major problem. Hinata dan Kageyama di Haikyuu; Eren, Armin, Levi, bahkan Jean yang awalnya pragmatis di AoT, 3 Bersaudara Moriarty di MTP; terakhir ada Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya, dan Akutagawa; mereka semuanya punya ketegasan atas apa yang mereka perjuangkan saat sudah menemukan reason why-nya.

2. Tokoh perempuannya tidak lemah. Ini! Skeptisme aku pada manga dan anime adalah, biasanya tokoh perempuannya dibuat lemah dan cuma jadi fans service aja. Tapi di 4 anime itu, tokoh perempuannya bad ass semua alias keren-keren :') like, I want to be as strong and tough as them. Sekalipun good looking, tapi tidak digambar dalam bentuk yang bisa dijadikan objek seksual. Pakaiannya tertutup.

Oh, omong-omong, anime Jujutsu Kaisen itu, yang nomor 6, tokoh perempuannya juga kuat dan tertutup gitu kan pakaiannya. Itu karena authornya malu, takut dimarahi oleh orang tuanya dikira gambar yang aneh-aneh. Makanya karakter perempuannya sangat like-able sekali. Salut sih dengan cara Gege-san sebagai Author bisa menghargai orang tuanya dalam bikin manga.

Ya, meskipun sesekali suka ada-lah ya, flirting gitu. Namun ngga jadi hal yang besar dan ditonjolkan sepanjang anime. Bisa dilupakan begitu saja.

3. Membicarakan soal sistem sosial dan interaksi sosial. Ih, suka banget aku sama yang gini-gini. Keempatnya menyajikan dengan baik dua hal besar tersebut. Jadi, nonton anime pun bukan sekadar menghibur diri.

4. Menghargai eksistensi diri dan kebutuhan akan seseorang untuk mampu keluar dari cangkang.

Haikyuu menyajikan ini dengan cara yang kompetitif tapi juga seru untuk dibersamai, karena akan terkait dengan self esteem manusia banget. BSD memberikan tokoh yang bisa berubah soal pandangan tentang kehidupan. Misalnya, ada tokoh yang awalnya merasa lebih baik kalau mati, kemudian persepsinya berubah menjadi justru tidak baik bagi sekitar kalau dia (keburu) mati.

MTP ini, terutama di bagian akhir ya, sangat mampu mengungkap pesan soal dipahami dan memahami manusia. Bahkan bila hanya ada 1 orang yang mengerti, itu cukup bagi seseorang untuk bertahan hidup (ini juga yang ada dalam Zankyou no Terror dan Star Align). Sedangkan Aot, ini sangat terkait banget dengan ancaman terhadap eksistensi secara utuh. Gimana ya rasanya ingin dibunuh oleh satu dunia? Itulah yang dirasakan penduduk Paradis, bangsa Eldia. Sampai demi bisa jadi dianggap aman untuk dibiarkan hidup, harus jadi budak bagi bangsa lain. AoT mengemas rasisme ini dengan sangat baik.

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Selain list di atas, aku sudah punya list anime yang mau ditonton. Rata-rata genre-nya yaaaa lumayan menguras pikiran dan emosi. Hehe. Tapi ya inilah yang aku suka. Aku jadi bisa sedikit banyak mentoleransi manusia karena melihat anime. Apalagi di masa pandemi, aku yang sangat butuh untuk ketemu orang dan berinteraksi secara langsung, sangat tertolong dengan anime :') kalau ngga ada anime, aku bisa merasa sangat kesepian saking craving for real human interaction.

I am starving of human talks, laughters, and jokes directly. I am thirsty of being responded by gesture instead of emojis and texts, also voice through our phones.

Ya, begitulah...

Gimana? Ada anime yang mau aku bahas spesifik ngga? Feel free untuk diskusi sama aku soal anime ini ya. Aku jawab nanti kalau sudah selesai dari masa Hide Out-nya aku. Hehe. Komen aja dulu di postingan tumblr yang ini.

#bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #attack on titan #bsd #aot #mtp #moriarty the patriot #jujutsu kaisen #anime

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theimpossiblescheme · 4 years ago

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A Question of Pedigree

Just right under the wire, here is my piece for the Cats Secret Santa! @gardencorvid wanted something with Jenyanydots and/or Bustopher Jones, so I have delivered both--I hope you enjoy!

Of all of Bustopher Jones’s various clubs, Blimp’s was Jenyanydots’ least favorite. She still indulged him every time he wanted to treat her, of course—that was simply what mates did—but there was a part of her that almost dreaded it. For one thing, it was always a little too cold, and the food wasn’t all that spectacular, especially compared to Fox’s down the street. And for another thing, the other guests there made her fur crawl. From their perches on the tables and bar stools, it always felt like they were looking down and judging her from on high—her rumpled fur from her robe, her uneven claws, the tattered pink bow around her neck, the smell of mice and insects. She wasn’t a perfectly brushed and pampered trophy pet, and here more than anywhere else, she knew it.

Right now, she was sitting in front of one such cat while Bustopher went off in search of a waiter. A fluffy grey Himalayan with a ring of pink diamonds around her neck and a plummy upper-class accent that almost sounded fake. She was sipping out of a tiny teacup of cream with her little claw raised daintily in the air, and Jeny didn’t have the heart to tell her that no other cats actually did that. But she kept quiet for the moment.

“Jonesy Dear tells me you’re part of that little Tribe near Piccadilly Circus,” the Himalayan—Duchess—said after a moment, dabbing at her mouth with a handkerchief. She kept calling Bustopher that, either not noticing or not caring how it set Jeny’s teeth on edge every time. “It must be awfully exciting, going so long without humans looking after you—however do you get along?”

“Oh, It’s… really not all that difficult with cats who all genuinely like each other,” Jeny replied. “Besides, we’re not together every second of every day since most of us have other homes.”

“Really?” Eyes brightening, Duchess propped her chin on her paws, looking at Jeny like she were a particularly interesting bug, and grinned. “So you aren’t all strays?”

“Hardly! Quite a few of us have humans, including me.” The very idea of poor little Etcetera or even Mungojerrie growing up with a dirty shoebox for a bed out in the bitter cold… ghastly.

“Is it true that you all meet in the old Egyptian Theater?”

“We used to.” Jeny felt a small pang even mentioning the place. It had indeed been the Jellicles’ old gathering ground before some far away, very important humans decided it would be fun to start throwing bombs at each other. After the first strike, Old Deuteronomy had declared the condemned building too dangerous for so many cats at once. “Now we meet in the Junkyard across the block—it’s much safer if we need someplace to hide.”

“Mmm.” Duchess looked much less impressed by that. “And, er… what exactly is it you do? For your Tribe, I mean.”

“Well, there I’m a sort of… medicine cat of sorts. My other mate and I, Jellylorum, share those duties. If a cat is sick or injured, they come to us. And when I’m with my humans, I take care of the mice and cockroaches and such.”

“Ah!” At this, Duchess perked up again, and her cloying smile returned. “Not a bad lot, really. After all, the humans aren’t going to eat the little pests themselves.”

Jeny was halfway through taking a sip from her own cup of cream, and she narrowly avoided spraying it all over Duchess. “Eat the—no! No, no, no, why would I—they’re not food, they’re my students!”

Duchess’s ears pinned back against her head. “Your what?”

“My students!” Great Everlasting Cat, that was another ghastly idea—just gobbling down her precious pupils as if they didn’t mean the world to her. As if the mice hadn’t made her a thank you card out of cardboard and glitter glue just the other day for teaching them their scales. “I teach them how to be little ladies and gentlemen—music, crocheting, community service, things like that. So they don’t have to be pests.”

“And this never struck you as… well, a bit of an odd task?”

“Well, the humans aren’t exactly going to encourage them either, are they?” Jeny insisted, feeling her claws snake in and out defensively. “And if other cats aren’t willing to stick up for them, then—”

“I mean,” Duchess interrupted, her tone extremely dry, “it isn’t the sort of thing a cat of pedigree would do, is it?”

…So. Jeny said nothing right away, but her eyebrows lifted at the other queen’s words. She wasn’t even surprised, really. Surprised that she took this long to get to the point, perhaps, but at last the other shoe had fallen. “Then it’s a very good thing,” she said archly, placing her cup back down on its saucer, “that I don’t pretend to be a cat of pedigree.”

“Hmph.” Duchess merely tossed her head and lifted a paw to inspect her claws. “And yet you and Jonesy Dear—”

“Everything all right here, ladies?” At the sound of Bustopher’s voice, Jeny could have absolutely melted. And as she turned around, the corpulent tom—as well as the little tabby waiter behind him—glanced between the two queens and seemed to instantly gauge the situation. “Old Duchess hasn’t been giving you trouble, has she, Jeny?” His voice was mild, but his gaze was levelled soberly at the Himalayan, giving her a silent scold.

“Not at all—I was just taking my leave.” Nearly springing to her feet, Jeny laid her cup and saucer aside and turned her best equally sickening smile upon Duchess. “Lovely talking to you, dearie. And I’ll be sure to let my students know you said hello.” And with a self-satisfied twitch of her nose at Duchess’s answering squirm, she took her leave, clutching Bustopher’s arm.

“You mustn’t pay her any mind,” Bustopher murmured, leaning in close to her so no one would overhear. “Some of the guests here can be… shall we say, a bit stiff-necked.”

Jeny nodded, slipping her paw into his and squeezing as they walked. There were snobs in all of these clubs ready to look down on her for being a Junkyard cat, and some of them were more obvious than others. She’d expected it, really, and it was never their approval she was looking for…

But there was always that little niggle in the back of her mind.

“It doesn’t bother you, does it?” she whispered, resting her cheek on her mate’s shoulder. “That I’m not…?” She tipped her head back in Duchess’s direction.

“Truthfully, my dear?” Bustopher smiled and leaned his head against hers, giving her a small nuzzle. “I’m rather glad you aren’t.”

#cats the musical #cats secret santa #jenyanydots #bustopher jones #my fanfic #I mixed in a *tiiiny* bit of 2019 canon with the Egyptian and why the cats don't meet there anymore because I love that set. XD #I know it's late but I hope everyone enjoys it! <3

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sp00kymulderr · 5 years ago

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Hey I’ve been following you since the August walker days but I’ve been getting so in the pedro recently especially bc of Narcos! He’s so good! I love everything you wrote 💙 do you have any other fics/writers you can recommend? Thank you 🥰

Ohh thank you so much for reading my work and welcome to your new obsession!! Pedro truly is wonderful, and I hope you’re really enjoying Narcos.

As for recs, here are some of my favourite Javi fics

what used to be sin by @keeper0fthestars is my absolute obsession. I cannot tell you how many times I have read this fic and how many times I have cried over it. The sheer talent Cindy has is mind-blowing; the way her writing feels so dream-like and intimate, and Javi is captured so perfectly.

un veneno by @longitud-de-onda is continually one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read because Camila really gets people and emotions and knows how to describe things that I could never even put in to words. The series is on a hiatus right now but Camila has so many other amazing Javi fics to enjoy and her work is so wonderfully unique and moving.

Everywhere by @softpedropascal makes me feel so much so all the time, and has been such an exciting journey to follow. I find myself always wondering what’s next for Javi & Reader in this series. Cass writes the most realistic relationships, plus the dialogue always feels so real, and I really enjoy the mix of action and romance in this series.

New Rules & Kiss and Make Up by @amarvelousmandalorian are both brilliant, slightly more angsty works, especially if you are looking for good smut. Kait writes my absolute favourite smut in the world and her characterisations are always spot on - her work is a huge inspiration to me.

Sleep by @acomplicatedprofession has been constantly on my mind since first reading it. It’s short but oh so sweet and soft, such a delicate and beautifully paced piece that feels so true to Javi for me. Lari’s masterlist is an absolute treasure trove too (especially if you might also be interested in Carrillo fics).

look how long this love can hold its breath by @themandjalorian is one of the series’ I’m most excited about on here. Jeni writes pure poetry, the way her words flow and the way she builds tension and intrigue is incredible.I’m genuinely in awe of her writing.

(note: not an exhaustive list, I know there are many other fantastic Javi fics around but these are the first that come to mind and those which I have a special connection with, but I love so many more too! I don’t want to offend anyone!)

#fic recs #a few fics I love #but god there are SO MANY amazing Javi fics out there too like I can't keep track of them all and really need to catch up #go in the tag you will find so many!

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road-breakin-slasher · 11 months ago

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~Chapter 6 - You All Right, Sasha?!~

"I still haven't write back Aunt Sheri just yet, as I have no idea what should I write there. But I wanna know how it got here.

So I walked around Wonderville, and Hogi suddenly greeted me on their WonderStar H.Q., and it was him who finalized delivery.

'Hey, Billi,' he greeted.

'Oh. Hey, Hogi,' I replied.

'So, did you receive the letter on your door? Apparently, it was from your relatives. The lady asked me to deliver it to you, then left,' said Hogi, 'who was that, anyway?'

'Either the letter or who came, it's from my auntie,' I said.

'Woah!' Said Hogi. 'You have an aunt?'

'Yeah. It was from my very sweet auntie. I'm her most favorite,' I replied, very nervous about why Aunt Sheri likes me more.

'Aww. It's so sweet to have an auntie! I wish I could have one...' Said Hogi, and I just giggled from what he said.

'Hey, Hogi,' I said, 'can you do me a favor?'

'Sure,' Hogi replied, 'what is it?'

'When I write something for them, could you and Pinkfong deliver my letter to them? They're from Silly Wilds Forest,' I requested.

'Wow,' said Hogi, 'that surely is a very far place. Okay, me and Pinkfong will do our best. We hope.'

'Gee, Hogi,' I replied. 'Thanks. Almost couldn't think who could I rely on.'

It was afternoon, and everyone is busy. Still finishing my deliveries with Jeni on another address. Finding help might surely be hard. When I was approaching to the last delivery, I saw Sasha got hurt!

Oh, no, Sasha! What has happened to her? So I approached to her for help.

'Sasha!' I shouted.

'Bi... Billi...?' She said.

'What happen, Sasha?? Are you all right?!' I asked in worry.

'I... I think I pushed myself too much from climbing that tree...' Sasha replied.

'What?! Why would you even do that?! You... You could've got hurt more!' I said. It really worries me. Especially for Sasha. Since she climbed the tree that high.

'I'm... I'm obsessed with that rare fruit, I guess... Ow!' Sasha replied.

'Ohh... What am I gonna do...? What am I gonna do?' I said in panic.

'Pinkfong! Hogi! I need your help!' I yelled as hard as I could.

4 minutes have passed, and the WonderStar has arrived.

'We came here as fast as we could, Billi! What's going on?' Said Pinkfong. 'Oh! Sasha!' He added.

'Oh, no... Sasha's hurt. I'll get my kit,' Hogi said.

Seeing her getting hurt really hurts me more than her. She's my glamorous white tiger, and she isn't feeling well.

After patching her up, she's still required to be at Hogi's house for more medication.

And I carry her up to their Wonder Car.

Its exhaust really sounds loud. Really high pitched.

'Hey, Billi,' she speaks. 'Thanks for being here for me. You're very kind.'

'He-he-hey. I hate seeing friends getting hurt, you know?' I replied.

'I'll be alright... Thank you,' said Sasha.

They then left back to Hogi's house. I'm all that's left here. And I still have to deliver the order too. Shoot, I wasted a lot of time. It must've got cold by now.

Finally, I arrived at Coco's house. With Patt beside her. And I came late.

'Billi, I heard you shouted for help. Is everything okay?' Coco asked.

'It's... It's Sasha. She's hurt...' I replied.

'Oh, gosh,' Coco said, and Patt shocked, hearing this terrible news. 'I hope she's okay,' she added.

'Yeah,' I said... 'Oh, uhh... Sorry. My delivery came too late...' I added, and I feel disappointed.

'Hey, I guess it's okay now,' said Patt, 'at least you did something good to help. Let's cross our fingers that she's out okay.'

'Yeah,' I added, 'I really do...'

'Hey. You okay? You looked even more worried. Is it about Sasha?' She asked, all of my sudden with an even sad face. Surprised. And I said,

'Huh? No, it's just... A friend was hurt, is all.' I said

'Hmm,' Coco sighted. 'Well, I guess we'll better be inside. Thanks for delivery, Billi.'

'Sure! You're welcome,' I said. Then they went in.

Yeah. Sasha is hurt. Just for that rare pieces of Night-Blue Bumbleberries she tried to pick.

I'm finally home. Inside in my 'bedroom'. Yeah that term is used loosely since my house isn't much a room-type. It is then I decided to write back my aunt Sheri...

'Dear, aunt Sheri,

Sorry if I didn't reply too soon. Yes, I still have some friends.

And you know, we have an alien resident. His name is Pinkfong. He's from planet Staria. And he's a friendliest creature we've ever met. He's full of wonders. He's just like you. He's always happy.

And, today, I helped a girl name Sasha. She's not from around here, but she resides here in Wonderville. And she was injured from falling from a tree. She was pushy about trying to get rare Night-Blue Bumbleberries. So I helped her.

The thing about Sasha here is, she's wonderful. She's pretty. And I'm glad to be around her as a friend. Well, my feelings always try to fall for her. But I can't express it to her. Maybe too soon?

I dunno, I'm scared that she might not like me when I said that. Someday, maybe.

Auntie, I miss you. I really do wanna see you. And I'm sorry if I nearly forgot about you and home. I'll try my best to find my time to visit there, okay? I miss you. And, maybe, I'll bring Sasha and some friends there, too. You'll appreciate them.

I can't wait to see you someday.

Your favourite nephew,

Billi.'

It's a two-page letter. It's long. I even put a drawing of Sasha at the end. It's not the best, but that's the best I could do.

I'll ask Pinkfong and Hogi to deliver this to my aunt Sheri tomorrow. I'm tired. I'll need to lie down on my hammock."

#pinkfong #spark a lot's artwork #pinkfong wonderstar #fanfic #somewhere only we know #keane

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satoshi-mochida · 5 years ago

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Falcom has shared new information and screenshots for The Legend of Heroes: Hajimari no Kiseki, the latest entry in its Trails series, introducing characters KeA Bannings, Alex Dudley, Mireille, Cao Lee, Renne Bright, and Erika Russell.

If you missed our previous coverage, read up on the characters and keywords centered around the first protagonist Lloyd Bannings here, the second protagonist Rean Schwarzer here, and the third protagonist C here, and additional characters here. Read up on the Variant Rage system here.

Get the details below.

[Spoilers for previous Trails games below]

■ Characters

KeA Bannings (voiced by Rie Kugimiya)

“There has to be something we can do. Especially if it’s the people of Crossbell, who taught me how to be strong.”

A girl with an innocent personality and beloved by everyone. She has a strong, family-like bond with the “Special Support Section.”

KeA is actually a homunculus created by alchemists 500 years ago. During Crossbell’s independence, she awakened as the “Sept-Terrion of Zero” to have her ability to manipulate fate used in vile ways, but was rescued by the “Special Support Section” and lost that power in the process.

She currently lives as an ordinary girl under the protection of the “Special Support Section,” but is said to still have “remnants” of her power that allow her to sense the flow of fate.

Alex Dudley (voiced by Kazuya Nakai)

“Have you had enough? This the hammer of justice!”

The foremost elite of the Crossbell Police Department and the man in charge of the First Division. While he can be disciplined and cool-headed, he has a strong sense of justice and passion within him, and many police officers on the force aspire to be like him.

Although initially skeptical of the “Special Support Section,” he was inspired by their actions throughout their involvement in many cases and began to recognize them as members of the Crossbell Police Department.

Following the liberation of Crossbell, his days are still busy dealing things such as the aftermath of the Imperial Defense Force’s withdrawal, the dismantle-reassembly of the military police, and preparations for the re-independence ceremony.

Mireille (voiced by Mai Nakahara)

“Seriously, you’re always late… idiot Randy.”

An excellent female officer of the Crossbell Guardian Force, who oversees countless members under the command of Sonya.

During the occupation of Crossbell, while worried about her former colleague Randy who was appointed as an instructor at the Thors Branch Campus in the Empire, she continued to lead the Guardian Force members hidden throughout Crossbell in steady resistance activities.

Following the liberation of Crossbell, she was promoted from Second Lieutenant to First Lieutenant with the reorganization of the Guardian Force. While she is delighted Randy is back after finishing his term, she continues to have petty arguments with him from time to time.

Cao Lee (voiced by Daisuke Hirakawa)

“Wow, Crossbell seems to be going though some rough times.”

An executive of the Heiyue crime organization in the Republic of Calvard. Though publicly he is the Crossbell branch manager of the private company Heiyue Trading, Ltd.

While he appears to act with the organization’s best interests in mind, he leaks information to the police under the table, and his cunning conduct in negotiating with rival organizations have earned him praise as Heiyue’s sharpest by the company’s top brass.

With the passing of Prime Minister Osborne and resignation of President Locksmith, a huge shift in the balance of power between these two countries are in place. He seems to be trying to figure out how to best handle this situation…

Renne Bright (voiced by Yuuki Aoi)

“I’ve grown out of playing with dolls—I’m already an adult, Professor.”

A devilish girl with extraordinary intelligence and adaptability, and who studies at the Jenis Royal Academy.

During the disaster that struck the Empire, she entered the Empire with Estelle and Joshua, and cooperated with the new and old members of Class VII as well as the Hexen Clan for her best friend Tita, who she lost contact with.

After that, she returned to the Liberl Kingdom and resumed student life, but after but one day being contacted by Jorg Rosenberg, who she knew from her days in the Society, she left for Crossbell with “certain goal.”

Erika Russell (voiced by Satsuki Yukino)

“I’m looking forward to travelling by air to Liberl in Agate Crosner’s private catapult, oh hoo hoo!!”

An engineer at the Zeiss Central Factory in the Liberl Kingdom, and mother to Tita Russel, who is studying at the Thors Branch Campus.

It is rumored that her senses and unique inventiveness as an orbal scholar surpasses that of even her father, Professor Albert Russell, who is one of the three disciples of Professor C. Epstein, the father of the Orbal Revolution.

She has a fairly strong personality, and while she dotes on her daughter Tita, she is always openly hostile towards Agate, who she has a close relationship with.

The Legend of Heroes: Hajimari no Kiseki is due out for PlayStation 4 on August 27 in Japan.

View the screenshots at the gallery.

#The Legend of Heroes: Hajimari no Kiseki #Hajimari no Kiseki #Trails of the Beginning #Trails Series #Falcom #Gematsu

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