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kavlitzlver · 5 months ago

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How the Tokio Hotel boys would react to you crying..

you’re Tokio Hotels fifth member

Tokio Hotel x fem!reader

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Bill

- you have had a terrible week, everything was going wrong and now you’re guitar strings broke while tuning, sending you over the edge

- band practice was about to happen when the boys were all looking for you

- Bill found you all sobbing outside in the backyard

- “y/n we’ve been looking for you every-“ he spots your teary face, immediately sitting down beside you and patting your shoulder

- “talk to me honey…what’s wrong?” he’ll automatically puts on his mom attitude, seeing the broken guitar strings in your hands

- you’ll immediately start sobbing even more and tell him about your terrible week

- “we’ll fix it” will try to find strings to repair your guitar

- he’ll be all protective and will make sure no one sees how much you’ve cried

- will try to fix your make up and wipe away your tears while he orders Tom to fix the strings

- will argue with anyone who complains about the delay

- he’ll postpone the practice for at least half an hour, until you’re better

- will try his best to make your day better during band practice by messing up on purpose just to see you laugh

- will hype you up more than he does usually

- definitely sets up a nice wine evening where you can ramble about everything

- he’s just a mom, that’s for sure

Georg

- will find you crying after band practice because you got into a fight with your parents

- “Oh jeez y/n why did you just storm out like that?” his hands on his hips, standing in the doorframe, but he quickly sees that you’ve been sobbing

- “Did you fight with them again?” he’s a damn good listener, so he immediately knows what probably send you off

- will sit down next to you and let you ramble about it for as long as you need

- Georg is such a good friend istg

- he’ll threaten you by wanting to talk to your parents

- or even let you sleep over at his place if you need

- will keep an arm around you the whole time

- he’ll allow you to braid his hair even tho he hates it, but he knows it’s a good way of pulling your thoughts away from that fight (SO OUT OF CHARACTER FOR HIM BUT I JUST SEE IT)

- “but don’t pull to hard okay? I wanna keep all my hair”

- you’ll end up smiling a lot

- you guys promised not to talk about it in front of the others

- will keep an extra eye on you for the next few days to make sure you feel better, if not he’ll just ask you over and over again

Gustav

- will bump into you on your way to the backstage room after a gig, he’ll hear your sobs

- will stand there for quite a time to process what he just saw

- he’ll probably enter the room you’re in with some hot chocolate and your favorite candy

- “I hope this’ll make you feel better” just holds it up to you with a tiny smile

- he won’t say much and just leave it up to you if you want to talk or not

- he’ll do something extremely adorable like get all the boys to cheer you up with some funny shit

- which makes your mood better instantly

- i feel like he’d be shy about comforting you because he just seems so introvert to me

- or he’ll end up just eating candy with you and listen to what is going on

- or will show you random stuff on his phone to try and cheer you up

- he’ll take you home afterwards and you both won’t talk about it again

- because he’s scared it might make you sad again

Tom

- he noticed your bad mood the whole day while hanging out with the band

- will probably joke about your terrible mood before hell realize it’s serious

- “jeez y/n, so grumpy today, don’t kill me with that look” he’ll say stuff like that a lot i think

- he’ll realize it’s serious when you don’t even laugh about him tripping

- won’t stop nudging you until you spill it

- your talking stage just ghosted you and you saw him with another, prettier girl

- will actually get really mad at that guy

- probably wants to beat him up

- he’s so bad at comforting he’ll just end up being awkward about it and will probably just pat your shoulder while standing next to you

- or bring bad and flirty jokes

- “we’ll you’re too pretty for him anyways”

- “I will kill that prick” his eye is twitching i can see it

- “no you won’t Tom”

- holds his hand up to you when he sees him close by “let’s make him jealous hm?”

- will wrap his arm around you a lot when you guys are in the same room as that guy and try to make him feel jealous

- which will work

- he didn’t really manage to lighten up your mod, but you’ll appreciate his help in getting revenge

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #georg listing #georg listing x reader #gustav schäfer x reader #gustav schäfer #imagine #one shot #im cryin #germany #tokio hotel imagine

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asaka-lucy-hl · 11 days ago

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Completion Event Report①

Even at this point, I'm not really sure what the appropriate English translation of this event's name is. 😅 However, I decided to call it the Completion Event, including the trial game, because it seemed the simplest.

I attended the Completion Event on April 13! I have a lot to report, so I'm thinking of writing it in several articles. First, I'll share some photos of the exhibits at the venue. Let's start with a photo of the entrance area:

I've shown you the photos without any explanation, but I wanted to add that I felt super rushed when I took them. The reason is that I was given a questionnaire before entering and asked to write down my impressions and any questions I had for the development staff. I had to fill it out and submit it before the demo event (trial session) started. But there were just so many things I wanted to take pictures of that my brain was practically exploding—I kept thinking, “Ughhh, I want to take my time and look at everything more slowly! 🤯” lol.

It was a good opportunity to check the details of the design of each character's costume, so I wish I could have checked it more carefully. 🥲 (I've posted two close-ups of Yugamu's Class Weapon. I wanted to see how his weapon was really designed, so it was good to see it up close.)

When the event was over, each attendee was able to receive the following gifts:

I received a folder featuring the game's box art, an acrylic stand for School Invaders, stickers for SIREI and NIGOU, and a TooKyoGames sticker. (The item in the bottom right is a name tag they gave to participants, and they kindly let me take it home as well.)

Back side of the folder:

The acrylic stands were the same as those distributed at TGS, but it seems there are quite a few different types, and the ones in the photo posted by another attendee were different. When I looked at it up close, I was surprised to see how detailed it was, with a dirty texture and all, and it was even cooler than I'd imagined, so I'm glad I got some!

In the next article, I would like to write about what the guests said on stage at the Completion Event. I'm going to skip the content that has already been introduced by the official media, but still, I think it will take a little time to prepare. Please be patient!

#the hundred line #last defense academy #thllda #Completion Event Report

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carcarcraziiv2 · 1 year ago

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Hello!! Just found your blog recently and your bf scenarios of heartsteel members were endearing to read!! Id like to request a scenario of f reader was a childhood friend of kayn and reader always been tbere for him even if he got kicked out of the band multiple times, reader will always support him because hes number 1 in her heart , there can be angst n fluff or whichever, take your time and thank you!!

Thanks so much for your request! I am WAY excited about getting one haha!

This prompt is simply great. I LOVE the idea of Kayn having a ride or die from childhood! Here it goes!

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TW- Fluff, angst, kissing, suggestive themes kinda???. Enter at your own risk!

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You had always admired Kayn.

Even when he is hot headed, when he lacks in confidence, you were, and always will be, there.

It all started when the two of you were in grade school. Kayn was often getting into little tiffs on the playground, and you made it a personal challenge to engage with him and try to make him a little happier.

"Hey, Kayn, right? It's good to meetcha. I was wondering if you wanted to play tag with me?" You had said, twiddling your thumbs and smiling shyly at him.

The little boy glared at you for a moment. Right as you were about to lose hope and turn away, it appeared something had switched in his brain.

"Sure, but no cheating!"

From that day forward, the two of you were like peas in a pod. Kayn was everchanging, as were you.

Eventually, Kayn developed some kind of alter ego he called Rhaast. You didn't really understand it. All you knew was that when he switched, someone was going to get hurt or something was going to happen.

Kayn was never really a sensitive or open person in a traditional sense. The two of you had off and on flings throughout middle and high school, until Kayn got into the band and party scene. You never gave up on your friendship, though.

There had been a few bands before the most recent. You went to all of their shows, accompanied him when he went to his little (mostly unsuccessful) meet and greets.

He was always so protective of you. If there was ever someone who was coming onto you or making you feel uncomfortable at a show, he would literally get off stage in the middle of a set and teach the person a lesson. You couldn't help but admire the way his dark pink hair brushed across his face as he prowled over to you to face the culprit. It made you blush, thinking of how he handled these situations.

One day, after a busy day at work, you got home to see Kayn sitting on the couch at your apartment looking wholly defeated.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see you here," you had said, your brow furrowed as you approached him. "Whatcha up to?"

"I don't want to talk," was all he said as you sat next to him. It was hard to accept that as an answer, so you pushed him just enough to get a reason.

"Well, you're sitting on my couch looking really upset. What happened?"

"I said I don't want to-," he looked at you swiftly, his nostrils flared and eyes angry. You knew Rhaast was close to the surface, but you held strong because you knew Kayn liked it when you stood up for yourself, even to him. He sighed when he saw the determined look in your eye. "Fine, I got kicked out of the band."

"Oh!" You exclaimed, shocked because it seemed like everything had been going really well for him and who you thought were his friends. They had done a couple shows, mostly just hanging out and jamming together. "What happened, Shadow?" He sighed again, a tad bit more dramatically, when you used his nickname. You had called him that ever since middle school when you would find him sulking in dark places like a weirdo.

"Well, apparently the guys don't like pranks. It was out of character for me to pull one, sure, but I didn't think a little 'poop on fire at your door' gag would piss them off so much. Whatever, I don't need them."

You tried and failed to hold back a laugh at his admitted fault. He looked back at you with his mismatched eyes and his lips quirked upward ever so slightly.

"Oh, Kayn, I'm so sorry. I don't mean to laugh but that is honestly really funny! I thought you all were chill; I'm surprised a stupid prank like that got them so riled up." Without realizing it, you reached up to adjust a piece of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes while you let out another soft chuckle. You quickly snatched your hand away, mouth closing and eyes widening.

Kayn looked at you with a shocked expression for a moment, before he did something that made your heart race just like all the times previously when you two had dated. He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips.

"Thank you, Y/N, for making me realize how funny I truly am," he smirked, clearly trying to adjust the topic from the kiss that had just happened.

That day, things had been different between the two of you. You weren't sure if it was because it was the first time the two of you had kissed in your adulthood, or if it was because you realized he chose your place to go to when he was feeling down.

It made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Your usual hangouts had turned into you stumbling over your words, blushing when he did anything remotely attractive, and overall, just a little more awkward.

It didn't take long for Kayn to find a new band, after that. You were excited to meet all of his new bandmates; Ezreal, Sett, Aphelios, Yone, and K'Sante. They were all sweethearts, and you couldn't help but think that this might be the band.

They named their band Heartsteel, and you were awestruck at how popular they became and how quickly. With that, of course, came consequences.

Every show, event, even just strolling through stores together, there were paparazzi and fans jumping all over Kayn. Inevitably, this drove a wedge between the two of you. He became so busy all of the time, and it was hard to find a moment for the two of you to see each other.

Back to present, you are working your usual nine to five office job. It's boring, but it pays the bills. You get to see all the fancy magazine articles and covers that Kayn and his band are in. You get to hear all of the stupid annoying girls at your office giggle and talk about how hot they all are.

You huff when one of them walks by your desk, joking about how she'd "do anything to get into Kayn's bed".

I bet you would. You thought. Unbeknownst to her, you had been in Kayn's bed, more than once in fact. Never daring to say anything about your relation to him in fear of being shut down or gaining too much attention, you just did your best to ignore it all.

The day was finally reaching its end when your phone vibrated in your purse. You opened it to see a text from Yone.

Hey, Y/N. It's Yone.

Oh, hey Yone. What's up?

Kayn is having some sort of... well, he's really upset right now, and he just keeps asking to see you. He doesn't sound like himself. Can I come get you and bring you over here?

You raise a brow at the message on your screen. It had been at least a month since the last time the two of you had spoken, as it was like pulling teeth to get Kayn to answer a text or a phone call in the first place, let alone now.

Don't worry about picking me up, I'll head over there now.

You quickly gathered your belongings and let your boss know you were heading out ten minutes early. Bidding your farewells, you left the building and climbed into your car. You took your heels off, adjusting your skirt so that your ass didn't stick to the leather as you flung your purse into the passenger seat.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, but one thing you were certain of. When you got there, that wasn't going to be Kayn.

It was going to be Rhaast.

The drive was about an hour, and when you pulled through the iron gates after inputting your code, Yone and Aphelios were waiting outside looking at their phones.

You put your car in park, put your shoes back on and quickly got out and speed-walked up to them.

"Hey guys, sorry it took me so lo-."

"No time for small talk, let's go," Yone all but dragged you through the door of the house they shared, leading you down a long hallway to the small practice and recording studio they put in. He didn't release your elbow until the two of you were standing right in front of the door, and he turned to look at you.

"I hate to say it but, be careful. He's acting a little...," Yone trailed off, as if trying to find a way to describe it.

"Manic? Crazy? Off the rails? Yeah, don't worry, I got this," You smiled politely at him, pushing him softly out of the way and opening the door to the room.

Contrary to your feigned confidence, your heart was beating out of your chest. What you saw when you entered had it racing even more.

Kayn was standing against the wall with no shirt, his arms crossed, smoking a cigarette. When he looked up and caught your gaze, his mouth turned up in a devilish grin. You hadn't realized it, but your mouth was dangling open as you ogled him.

His hair was damp from sweat, his muscles rigid as he stared back at you.

"Y/N, finally, you're here!" He greeted you, pushing himself off the wall and walking your direction after pinching the cherry off his smoke. Contrary to what you were thinking was going to happen, he walked past you and shut the door.

You blinked in shock when you heard the click of a lock.

"What's going on, Kayn?" your voice trembled as you asked, but you squared your shoulders and raised your chin none the less.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is that how you greet your best friend?" He murmurs, coming up behind you and wrapping his large arms around you. "I've missed you, Y/N."

You shuddered in his grasp before looking around the room with a sigh. "Is that why you trashed the studio? Because you missed me?"

He nuzzled his face into your neck and breathed in deeply, causing goosebumps to raise all over.

"Yes," he stated plainly. You weren't even surprised in his nonchalance about it. "Everything has been so overwhelming, lately. It doesn't take much for me to snap anymore, but when I see you all of those problems seem to melt away...". You were surprised, however, at how open he was being as soon as you got there. Kayn was never one to open up without a fight first. Perhaps the fight had already happened within himself.

You turned around in his arms to face him, looking up at him with a weak smile.

"I've missed you too, Shadow. I've got to admit, I don't like all the attention you're getting from girls either," you sigh. The vulnerability he approached you with must have been rubbing off. You didn't mind though. It was time for you to tell him how you really feel. "Kayn, I- I want to be-".

"Can you just be mine, already?" He interrupts, his eyes locked to yours. "I want you. I want every part of you. Nothing... Nothing feels right when you're not with me. The girls, the shows, none of it. So can you please please be mine?"

"I always have been, Shadow. And I always will be," leaning up, you place a kiss on his mouth. Retreating, you only get a moment before he slams his lips back onto your own, and you let out a little moan in acceptance.

"Always." He growls against your lips, and you know for once in all the time you've been his number one fan, that this time is forever.

The end :3

I kind of just went with the flow on this one. Hope you enjoyed!

#Heartsteel Kayn x Reader #Heartsteel Kayn #Heartsteel x Reader #League of Legends Fanfic #Kayn x Reader #Kayn Fanfic

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nightcolorz · 10 months ago

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Hello!

Please, speak more about traumatic age regression in Armand and Lestat- I would LOVE to hear other peoples thoughts on this, because its a theory/interpretation I've also been batting around

thank u for the ask omg!! I would love to talk about this!

In the books especially Armand and lestat show like, text book age regression haha. They both are shown to be below the standard of functionality for both their mortal and their immortal ages, and both struggle with emotional regulation in a way that is explicitly childlike.

Btw for clarities sake, when I say traumatic age regression btw I’m referring to age regression that is triggered involuntarily as a trauma response, when a person will slip into a childlike mindset or behavior due to how their brain functions after trauma. I’m not referring to age regression as an intentional coping mechanism to deal with trauma (though i do think both these characters would benefit from this and I would like to see it explored, I’m just making the case that the former occurs in canon haha)

Starting with Armand, he is often described as having been stunted in growth in a way which causes him to be unable to behave or function as an adult, since he was turned into a vampire as a teenager. This is such a huge deal with him, to the point where Marius literally tells people Armand should have never been a vampire because of how “damaged” he is. This conceptually is like inherently age regression lol, he’s an emotionally stunted 500 yr old vampire who behaves like a child because his brain got messed up. But this isn’t really the case at all with other child vampire characters. Claudia is not the most stable adult, but she’s certainly not immature or childlike in her behavior the way Armand is. While Armand is unable to live independently for the majority of the book series because he panics and short circuits when he is put in a position where he needs to be self reliant, Claudia only needs to have a caregiver because she will be restricted from entering certain spaces and will have trouble navigating the world without an adult since she appears as a five year old.

And characters like Benji are completely stable and functional as adults, and their minds are unaffected by being stuck in the bodies of children. It seems to me that Armand’s stunted growth has more to do with the trauma he’s experienced than the age he was turned (tho it is likely a factor). Armand has a very intense case of identity fracturing during his crucial development, so he can’t remember most of his life and formative memories, and mental health problems like these often cause age regression to come up. Armand was prevented from ever going through the crucial developmental stages a child needs to become a stable adult bcus of the trauma he was out through, so it makes sense that as an adult he still behaves and thinks like a child.

A lot of times adults who experienced intense childhood trauma are forced to be very mature as children to protect themselves, and when they are adults and are no longer in danger the childishness they repressed in childhood presents itself in adulthood, and the adult tries to learn and explore what they lost out on in childhood. I think Armand is experiencing a form of this, which is a form of age regression. An example of this would be how in queen of the damned Armand acts very childish, because as he describes it, he’s “learning about the modern world”, and he’s rediscovering his childhood curiosity bcus he never was able to truly learn about the world and learn how to live as an adult in it during his formative years. The devils minion chapter is very age regressy to me, I mean the whole thing is about Armand experiencing new things and sensory experiences and and trying to learn life lessons from Daniel because he’s never had that before. Daniel gets to see Armand’s mask unveil and discovers that he has a boyish laugh and he likes dumb comedy movies, and blenders, and he has a childlike wonder and desire to explore. (Cough cough age regression). Daniel is able to bring out Armand’s age regression in a positive way by nurturing his inner child in a way no one has before. So Armand definitely I feel like age regresses when he’s happy and letting himself indulge in things that heal a part of his inner child (particularly around someone he trusts, Daniel) but he also definitely age regresses when his trauma is triggered (oof)

Armand goes through mood swings and drastic changes in behavior pretty often. He is usually very good at appearing put together and mature, he speaks very calmly and rationally, he’s socially skilled and charming. But Armand has moments that happen when he is very upset usually, where his mask breaks and he suddenly begins acting like a child, crying and screaming, breaking things, throwing tantrums, stuff like that. It seems like Armand age regresses when he’s in some way triggered or experiencing very strong emotions. I think that his most evil, insane moments r often influenced by age regression. For example, Armand’s behavior in the vampire Lestat comes off as age regression to me. Lestat’s appearance in Armand’s life uproots his sense of security and sense of purpose (and reminds him of his maker), so Armand begins throwing violent tantrums and destroying all of his things and going to nicki’s house and throwing a fit and making his house a mess. Armand has no calculated idea of revenge against lestat for a perceived wrong, he just feels helpless and starts acting out in childlike ways (age regression). It’s even little things. When Armand begins revealing his past to Lestat he holds his arms and appears helpless and lost. When Armand is his most helpless his instinct is to curl into himself in defeat. He almost forgets how powerful he is and reverts to helpless frightened child.

The age regression angle definitely applies to show Armand too. Show Armand wasn’t even turned as a child, so all of his regressive behavior is rooted in regression exclusively. I get the impression that amc Armand, because of his isolated upbringing where he was raised to be obedient and reliant before he was raised to be a person, causes him to age regress since he was never raised to be an indecent adult. Amc Armand age regresses most often by perceiving himself as much more helpless and constantly victimized than he is, and acting accordingly. He’s like a big dog that thinks it’s a puppy so it sits on its owner lap and crushes their bones 😭. I could elaborate on amc Armand age regressing for sure, but I don’t want to make this post all Armand lmaooo. A post for another day

NOW LESTAT LOL! Lestat absolutely age regresses in the books, in a similar way to Armand where it is almost explicitly acknowledged lmao. The biggest example I think of when I think of lestat age regressing is a small scene in the vampire Lestat, where after almost getting himself killed when he plays the violin for akasha, Marius saves lestat and berates him for being stupid, and instead of taking on his usual defensive cockiness Lestat breaks down in hysterical tears and begs Marius to forgive him. It’s incredibly childish in a way that’s kind of heartbreaking, he’s saying stuff like “i didn’t mean to, please don’t be mad”, and it’s such an abused child reaction. Lestat most often age regresses when he is in the presence of someone he perceives as a mentor/parental figure. Lestat was turned young, not as young as Armand but young enough to not be entirely mature or self sufficient. And lestat was pretty seriously abused and neglected, and combined with how young he is he has a complex around older people where he sort of clings on to somebody to be his parental figure and reverts into a childlike mindset in their presence. Like Marius, lol (this also happens with David talbot). This is also definitely due to Lestats maker trauma, where he as a person with already bad abandonment issues, was very seriously abandoned and in the process seriously abused, and so part of Lestat always holds onto the trauma of loosing his maker and is always looking for someone to fulfill that mentor role for him that he was deprived of.

As a child Lestat was neglected so bad that he never had his bad behavior “corrected”, bcus none of the adults in his life cared to teach him how to be a good person. He was only ever beaten for the satisfaction of his abusers, he was never corrected or punished for his sake. This is why lestat often does reckless, stupid things purposefully, bcus he is looking for someone to tell him off. He wants someone to care about him enough to try and teach him how to be good. So, Lestat age regresses by acting out like a kid and doing things he hopes will get him scolded at 😭. Which earns him the brat Prince nickname from Marius, which is just so age regressy it’s insane.

The way Lestat expresses his hysterical emotions def comes off as age regression to me sometimes, specially when he hysterically cries and laughs. Louis describes Lestat in iwtv as immature and stupid, and I think the reason Lestat often behaves this way around Louis is because Louis’s emotional callousness reminds him of his mother, and triggers his age regression reaction where he acts out to get attention.

what I love so much about Armand and lestats dynamic is that they have sooo many of their major issues in common. Lestat and Armand hate each other, but they also love each other bcus in a way they r the only people who understand each other. Ughhhh they r so good.

thank u SM for the ask I love talking about this!!!! I hope I’m making sense here I feel like I didn’t do my thoughts justice cuz I’m recovering from a massive migraine rn 😭

#armand #tvc #the vampire chronicles #vampire chronicles #iwtv #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #The vampire Lestat #amc iwtv #iwtv amc

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ladysophiebeckett · 1 year ago

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This post is super long and idk who will read it but if there's anything I love to do on the internet its post aimlessly to no one. (anyway)

It gets said a lot that Betty was naïve in how she entered her relationship with Armando, but we fail to take into account how desperate Betty was to live her own life. From the beginning of her character arc she talks about needing a change.

It starts with Roman's invitation, saying he has a guy for Betty but she needs to ask permission (at her 25 yrs of age). Don Hermes says no.

Betty argues back. Don Hermes' excuse is 'you can't go out with strangers'. But Betty isn't really fighting about going out with some guy. Deep down she knows Roman and his neighborhood troublemaking annoying friends are up to no good. It's not about them. It's about her wanting something, asking for it and being denied.

The scene ends like this:

He says the world is dangerous for women and she doesn't understand that. She claims that she can defend herself and he says the above. Betty runs off crying. Dona Julia goes after her and when she returns Don Hermes asks if she's calmed down. From that question alone, it seems as if this isn't the first time Betty has fought with her dad about the rules he imposes upon her. Nor is it the first time that Betty has ran out of a room crying bc she fought with him and lost.

This has happened before.

I don't want to assume that everyone feels the way I feel about Don Hermes, which is that he's annoying. (I'm using 'annoying' as a broad term to describe his overprotection and the traditional\patriarchal way he runs his household, fyi, I know its there. I see it. But I'm not going to delve in that direction).

But there's a reason he's annoying (overprotective). Everything he does for Betty is laced with good intentions, but those good intentions are a double edged sword. At this stage in the story he appears overprotective and suffocating. It's when Dona Julia is pleading with him to let Betty go out that we hear a mention about Miguel (whose original name was 'Juan Ramon' but gets changed to 'Miguel' later on)--a guy who Betty cared about but 'disappeared'.

Let's backtrack to Betty running out of the room when Don Hermes says no. She cries to her mother about how overprotective and controlling her dad is. It's one of the few times Betty is open with someone about how she feels about the way he treats her. We get brief information about how he decided her education, about how she was sent to catholic school, how she wasn't allowed to hang out with the other girls bc she was too young, that the only male friend she was allowed to have was Nicolas and it was bc they were 'practically raised together' (and bc they knew his mother).

She continues to say ‘how is a man going to see me as a normal woman if you keep me treating me like a child? When the only thing I do is stay locked away in this room with only books and stuffed animals?’ The Miguel Situation gets its first mention and its foreshadowed that it hurt Don Hermes and Dona Julia to see their daughter suffer, but Betty says that one bad experience shouldn’t be a reason why she stays that way the rest of her life (which is very brave of her to say considering we know later how afraid she is of letting herself fall deeper in love with Armando).

The last thing she says to Dona Julia is key,

Betty's running theme is change. The eagerness of something to change. Either she needs to change or her dad needs to change. Something needs to change bc she knows she can't keep living the way she's living. She's desperate for something, anything to happen in her life. She goes on to say:

'Queira la major estudiante, la tuvo. La queria graduada con honores, especialiaziones, la tuvo. La queira trabajando en un gran empresa, la tiene trabajando en un a gran empresa. Yo ya les cumpli. Ahora quiero cumplir con mi vida.’

Again, it's not only about going out with some guy. It's about Betty living her own life now that she's done all the things that have been asked of her. From Betty's pov, she's played by the rules, so at what point is she free to do what she wants?

She is the quintessential good daughter, quintessential good student, and later on the quintessential loyal employee that becomes the quintessential loyal clandestine girlfriend--bc those were the rules she was told to play by. But she's at a point in her life where that's not enough to sustain her.

After hearing this, Dona Julia goes back to Don Hermes to plead on behalf of her daughter, however she says something concerning:

Dona Julia is afraid that if Don Hermes doesn't loosen his restrictions, that Betty will have a nervous breakdown and fall into a depression that will cause her to move out of the house.

Sidestepping the 'what if our daughter moves out' comment---

When Betty confides in Armando about her relationship with Miguel and how it ended, she doesn't call it 'depression'--however the way she describes it is very intune with what depression is.

She didn't want to live, she cried many nights, she missed classes at university. She lost the motivation to do anything. This is more than just a 'break up'. It's a traumatic experience and its aftermath is a period of depression that Betty almost didn't survive. Her parents watched her go through this, helplessly and Betty claims it's why her dad protects her so much.

Here we see her showing that she understands Don Hermes and why he does what he does. However, when we see Betty's childhood flashbacks post letter, we see that Don Hermes has always been this way as a consequence of how the world treats his daughter. We see that Betty gets bullied, marginalized--no loving parent wants their child to suffer. So he isolates her from that world so that nothing bad can ever touch her. He tries to provide her with everything he can--books and stuffed animals. Things to fill a void with.

No one can blame him for wanting to protect his daughter, but by isolating her he inadvertently teaches Betty that the solution to when things get hard is to lock yourself away and internalize everything.

In Don Hermes' defense his child rearing is mostly focused on ethics and math. A parent does what they can. So it's no surprise that after the Miguel Incident, he became even more tightly reigned over Betty's life. But again, it does more harm than good.

After Betty's ghosted by Roman and his sketchy loser friend, she's disappointed and cries. Don Hermes has no idea how to comfort or understand a 25 year old woman as he does not see her as one. He assuages her like a father would a child. He says 'We'll go do something together as a family. We'll go see a movie on Friday, champ'. (Not a literal translation). Then he says to Dona Julia, 'If I hadn't given her permission to begin with, then she wouldn't be upset about being (plantada\ghosted)'. He has no problem being seen as the bad guy in Betty's eyes if it means she avoids getting hurt in a worse way.

A couple days later, Don Hermes insists on driving her to work instead of her walking to her bus stop bc he fears she'll run into Roman and his current loser friends.

Betty says to him:

'Let me handle it' she says. Don Hermes doesn't look convinced. And then immediately Nicolas shows up at her door:

Dona Julia is also looking out for Betty and off screen took it upon herself to have Nicolas walk her to the bus stop that morning. She knows Betty needs some kind independence but using Nicolas as an intermediary gives her reassurance.

Betty rejects both options and rushes out the door. Don Hermes, pulling a Dona Julia, takes Nicolas with him and follows Betty on her way to her stop just in case something happens. What they see is Betty doing what she said she would do--handle it.

When left to her own devices Betty can and will handle things on her own, but both her parents insist in their own ways, to keep her in a protective bubble.

As the series progresses we see Betty become friends with el curatel, more specifically Aura Maria. We can all recall when AM has Betty join her on a double date and said date doesn't end well for Betty. Her date is uninterested, rude--despite Betty's best efforts. She gets home late and her dad is not happy. He calls her a 'descarda' when he sees the car dropping her off and then claims she didn't ask permission, to which Betty says 'Well I called my mom and let her know bc you weren't home'. Which leads to this:

Betty becomes the sole breadwinner of her household at some point but Don Hermes reminds her that that doesn't give her any right to decide what she can do with her free time or what time she can come home at. He then makes claims about AM and the men AM is associated with. Betty then defends her and the men (even tho they were lame):

Betty's face here is trying to contain herself but you can tell she's upset. Especially bc it wasn't the best evening, so to be getting yelled at over it doesn't feel worth it. But also, you can see Betty has a fire in her eyes; quiet frustration and inner rebelliousness bc she has been reminded yet again, that she has no freedom despite having a job in a 'great company' and having all the graduation merits and on top of that, now financially supporting her family. It's not enough. And might never be enough.

Despite this, Betty reigns her anger in and goes back to being the quintessential good daughter:

Don Hermes is not fully convinced but he appears to calm down after that.

A lighter altercation between them happens when he takes Betty home after a lanaziamento. He accuses her of taking too many liberties bc of the job that she has, criticizes her being out too much, criticizes her friends. His main worry is that she forgets her traditional values (Betty: Yo sigo siendo de las casa).

As we know, all Betty does is work and get caught in whatever mess el curatel gets her into. Regardless, Don Hermes doesn't like it. He doesn't like the women Betty surrounds herself with and he doesn't like her work or its events:

'The (fashion) world is too much, it's not for you'\'I know it's not my world, it's my job'.

I don't think Don Hermes is trying to be cruel when he says this, rather, I think he fears Betty will one day throw away the values and ethics he's taught her. (She kinda sorta does) Before she leaves for Cartagena, he insists she take a picture of him and Dona Julia, which gives weight to another inner fear of his; that Betty will forget her family and where she came from.

He stubbornly refuses to see (and accept) that Betty is an adult woman who wants to act like an adult woman. She does want to go out with her friends and dance and have the occasional drink. She does wants to date and meet someone, fall in love and in return show the love she's capable of giving.

She's desperate for the opportunity but believes it will never happen for her, so she decides to only dedicate herself to work and by doing so--and out of loneliness, she embraces her fantasies of (an) Armando that we know doesn't exist bc he's the only one that sees her value as a person and a professional. But when Mariana reads her the tarot cards---

Key word here: Change. Both of your lives are going to change.

Betty has been seeking a change in her life. This feeds into her illusions but she doesn't truly start to believe anything could happen until Armando begins to start acting differently around her.

We know it's the plan taking its course but for Betty this is a dream come true. But even in the beginning she's cautious, she doesn't know if the kiss they shared was a mistake and would rather not mention it to him in order to continue keeping the work relationship they already have (and she's happy to maintain if it means to being in his life).

But because Armando seeks her out, it's difficult for her to resist despite the type of relationship he's offering her. In a similar vein to Armando post letter, when he mentally refuses to put the clues together about why she's acting differently--Betty doesn't put together the recent embargo with his sudden interest in her. Where Armando chooses to be blind; Betty's inner frustrations and illusions of having something in her life that's not just work and an over controlled life, speak louder.

There is naiveté in play. It's true that she doesn't know a lot about the world but it's at the result of the overprotectiveness of Don Hermes that Betty doesn't read the signs as clearly until she reads the letter and is cruelly brought down back to earth.

Betty thought that Armando was the change she had been yearning for and her desperation for that change, for that dream to come true---is why she accepts the relationship he's offering her. He's trusted her implicitly until then, so why would she doubt him now?

The Letter happens and Betty's first instinct, the first action she wants to take is to run away. She doesn't want to go back to work, but Catalina reminds her of her responsibilities, that she can't just jump ship when people like Armando are depending on her. Betty especially can't leave as her parents are also depending on her and to quit suddenly with no warning would raise suspicions.

TW: for brief mentions of ED.

(I talk briefly about Betty skipping meals. I don't think the character has an eating disorder per say, but if you gotten this far and this makes the reader uncomfortable, count 5 paragraphs down to skip).

Betty enters the Gaslighting Arc depressed and dead inside. She's no longer a student, she can't afford to take days off to lay comatose in her bed. She also can't let her parents find out that something like Miguel (only worse) has happened to her again.

Post letter on, the series makes a habit of showing Betty either skipping breakfast or skipping dinner. Usually this is just done to show that a character is in a rush and usually bears no importance.

But this happens multiple times. At El Meson she orders vodka and they never get dinner. At Le Noir, despite Nicolas saying they make great eggs, she has him order wine. The night of Armando's last lanzamiento, Armando knows she hasn't eaten and offers to bring her dinner which she rejects. And lastly her diary entry\ voice over from the night she buys the mercedes\rejects Armando's call:

'Desvanezco' is to 'fade'\'vanish'. '...I am fading away before him while he only cares about his company' (rough translation).

Betty acknowledges here that she's not taking care of herself. In the first entry Post Letter she states that she doesn't have the strength to resuscitate herself again. She's metaphorically dead but the reality is that she's depressed and the only thing sustaining her during this period is her anger. (and alcohol). And once the Junta Directiva happens and everything is revealed, Betty in only left with the hurt.

(TW: End of ED mention)

Audience members get annoyed with Betty in the first half of the Cartagena Arc bc she continues to put herself down--Catalina is almost the audience insert with how put off she is with Betty's self deprecation.

It's not healthy or helpful for Betty to view herself this way and yes, it's a learned behavior that she needs to break desperately. But what the audience forgets is that Betty is tired. This is a woman that has tried to change things in her life and she always gets it wrong. Her first foray into love is a failure bc he used her, her attempts at dating are another failure, when she tries to change her look it's another failure; she put all her love and hope into Armando and then he betrays her.

She's been beaten down so much by those attempts, on top of society's view of her--that of course once in Cartagena she immediately feels out of place. Of course her first instinct, yet again, is to run back to the safe haven her dad has always provided for her.

'This isn't my world' which harkens back to Don Hermes telling her a similar thing, '...That's not for you'. It's not helpful and fuels Betty's fight or flight. And she's always picking flight.

This is Betty's first time away from home. This is the first time she has ever been away from her parents. That's why the airport scene with them is so dramatic. She's never slept a night away that's not in her house. A 'niña de la casa' no more. This is the opportunity that she's been waiting for but she doesn't see that yet amid the heartbreak.

Catalina has to guide her and essentially push her out of her comfort zone; and challenge her way of thinking and seeing the world and herself. Betty's always wanted changes in her life but she never knew that in order to embrace new things into your life, you have to be open about it mentally. You can't hide and internalize everything in your entire life. It's damaging to oneself.

In the middle of her trip she tells Nicolas, "No. I can't leave. I'm living something very important here. They (the board) can wait'. Betty is finally putting herself first and putting her foot down. Had they insisted on her presence at the beginning of her trip, she would have gone back.

Betty didn't just need to get away from Armando, she needed to get away from her family, specifically her dad. The internal and external changes that Betty goes through in Cartagena would not have been possible in Bogota. Not with Don Hermes breathing down her neck and Dona Julia flustered in the background. It wouldn't have happened as he wouldn't have allowed it.

Betty needed to leave the protective bubble of her family to learn that she can put herself together, that she can handle it and come back stronger.

Don Hermes' goodbye at the airport consists of giving Catalina instructions of things Betty isn't allowed to do (she doesn't drink, she doesn't party). He, again, refuses to see her as an adult woman. But he is forced to when she comes back from Cartagena:

He goes on to say, 'I feel like I'm lecturing another person, not my daughter'.

But that doesn't stop him as he lectures her into the night:

This is inadvertently what he's taught her to do tho--run away from a situation bc it became hard.

However Betty defends herself and says she came back to deal with issue at hand and take responsibility for her part in it. She's not proud of what she did.

'Don't think I did all of that and then went on vacation. I needed a change in my life'.

This is the change Betty truly needed, the one she's been waiting for and the one that sticks. She needed to learn to see the value in herself, realize that she's not the only one who has ever suffered and more importantly learning not to abandon herself as soon she gets hurt.

No one else was ever going to give her that. Not a relationship, not her family, not her friends. Those people (specifically her family) may love her but in certain instances their love and affection is a blind spot for them and can inadvertently hold her back bc of their insistence on protecting her from the world.

My personal feelings for Don Hermes aside, he loves his daughter and everything he does is well intentioned. He's not necessarily a bad person or bad father, but his over protection is suffocating and his refusal to see that his daughter is no longer a child plays a part in Betty's arc about wanting people to see her as she is--A person that is smart and capable and deserving of respect.

He plays a big part in why Betty does what she does, her inner rebelliousness, her frustrations come from the restrictions he imposes on her. He's not wrong about certain things but he's not 100% right about how he goes about them when it comes to Betty.

As a husband...well.

Anyway.

Betty becomes more independent Post Cartagena and her dad kind of slowly accepts it, especially when it's said in passing that she as a midnight curfew. He's still annoying, but that is simply his character trait.

If you made it this far, thank you. There is no prize except for the inner satisfaction of finishing this post.

#ysblf #betty la fea #beatriz pinzon solano #note: i dont like how i ended this but im very tired of looking at this #another note: this is mostly about betty as i tired to not talk much about armando. there's def more to say when it comes #to their relationship and identical way they feel about things #but that's an entirely different post #and also i did try to look at don hermes fairly #but for the record i do hate his ass but you wont see much of that in this post #one thing i dont talk about is her birthday--i feel like that's been explored a lot so.

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 14: DREAM CATCHER - Episode 1: To The Next Season

Ibuki: Hmm… Something’s not right.

Ibuki: What about this angle… Hmm.

Ibuki: (I can’t really decide… I wonder if I can find some inspiration somewhere.)

Ibuki: …

Ibuki: (Even TikTak has been full of promo videos for theater companies lately.)

Ibuki: Ah, “Get To Know MANKAI Company”?

Ibuki: (MANKAI Company, eh…)

Iv has entered the chat momo: eugh… i probably messed up… Iv: wassup? momo: no… i just got a little carried away… ig Kar: idgi shiki: you’re always free to tell us if something’s bothering you

Sakuya in the video: “Thank you very much!”

Masumi in the video: “Thank you very much.”

Muku: *dreamy sigh* … The RomiJuli sequel was so good.

Tenma: Thinking back to your debut really does make one emotional.

Kumon: It’s so awesome how you can tell how much they’ve grown as they play the same role!

Yuki: It’s like their growth as actors is linked to their characters’ personal growth.

Kazunari: Pretty much. It’s like there’s some synergy going on~

Misumi: I can’t wait for our “Water Me!” sequel~

Muku: Me neither! I wonder what kind of story it’ll be?

Tenma: We have to show that we’ve grown just as much as the Spring Troupe has

Muku: … Huh?

Izumi: What’s wrong?

Muku: The boy in the audience in this video… Isn’t he Masumi-kun’s fan?

Izumi: Ah, you’re right. That’s Towa-kun.

Tenma: Is that the fan that came to talk to Tsuzuru-san the other day?

Izumi: Yeah.

Muku: So he managed to get a ticket for the first day. I’m glad.

Izumi: He said it’d be his first time watching a performance in a theater, he must’ve been very emotional.

Izumi: (If anything, he was a little too emotional. I’d have never expected him to say what he did…)

[Flashback starts]

Towa: … Tsuzuru Minagi-sensei!! I want you to write a script for my troupe!! Please!!

Tsuzuru: Eh? … EHHHH!?

Tsuzuru: You want me to write a script?

Towa: Yes!

Sakuya: That’s amazing! Have you created a troupe?

Towa: Um, I plan to start creating it from now on…

Izumi: Have you gathered members?

Towa: N-No… I plan to start doing that.

Masumi: In other words, it’s just you right now.

Towa: But I… want to create a troupe just like MANKAI Company!

Towa: When I participated in the Spring Troupe's workshop, I learned a little about how plays are created, and what it feels like to stand on stage...

Towa: And I became more interested in theater.

Towa: And then, when I actually watched the Spring Troupe’s performance in a theater, I was moved in a way I’ve never been before.

Towa: Thanks to the hard work of many people, the play takes on a real form on top of the stage, and the actors truly shine…

Towa: It made me think that I want to stand on that stage as well. I want to try shining the way everyone does…

Towa: This may be too simple, and my way of thinking might be naive, but…

Towa: I feel like fate brought me here, to find what I want to do, and to discover theater!

Tsuzuru: … I see. Fate, huh?

Towa: I’m sorry, this probably seems really stupid to you…

Izumi: Not at all.

Tsuzuru: I’ve also felt this way, so I get it.

Sakuya: I also felt that way when I first experienced theater.

Citron: We totally understand Towa’s feels~!

Izumi: Moments like that do happen. I believe that if you feel like you’re destined to act, then that means you have the talent for it.

Tsuzuru: I understand your motivation, and I’d love to cooperate with you. But when you’re the only member in the troupe…

Tsuzuru: Performing a one-person act as a beginner is pretty difficult, so I’d rather your troupe has at least 4 members.

Towa: I need 3 more…

Towa: … I understand! I’ll find them!

Tsuzuru: Alright. I’ll be waiting.

Izumi: Do your best.

Sakuya: We’ll be cheering for you!

Towa: Thank you very much!

[Flashback ends]

Izumi: (I do wonder how things are going with Towa-kun’s company, but I have to prioritize the Summer Troupe’s performance.)

Izumi: (Our ranking may have improved, but we’re still far from the Fleur Award…)

Izumi: (The new companies are all rapidly gaining momentum, so we need to keep our guard up as we move to 2Q…)

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#a3!#translation #a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #citron #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #izumi tachibana #towa ichinoe #ibuki dozono

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Black Rose Musical save me

So they're starting with Mikage's backstory? Interesting

Actually, I wonder how they'll go about showing that Mamiya was Anthy all along

Mamiya doing that quick spin with Anthy, and then Utena with Tokiko...

I love the "Burn" song, it does a good job at setting the mood for this arc

Ok we're getting a reminder of Utena's story and what happened in the previous musical

I love the way Saionji tosses his hair lmao. Cunty. And how he runs away with that pathetic "UaUaAaaaa!!". he's such a loser

I like how these musicals really want us to associate "the princess was wrapped in the scent of roses" not necessarily with Dios, but with Anthy. She appears every time this line is sung

Ooooh even during the "on the previous episode" part, Mikage and Mamiya are already watching everything from the shadows

Btw, Mikage's voice sounds really similar to the original in my opinion

The parallels between Mamiya and Anthy are so clear, "if you say so, senpai" = "if utena-sama says so"

Akio being introduced so casually when it's obvious that he's super important to the plot also reflects how it happened in anime

Utena/Anthy and Mikage/Mamiya parallels..Mmmm delicious

I looooove how the whole cast is gradually presented (one relationship by one) and then at the end there's Akio with Anthy. Such an amazing way to show the way all these relationships connect and mirror each other

This musical's theme song being about light, mirrors and never letting go of something that might seem like an illusion...huh...

The scenes simultaneously happening on the stage impact each other - Akio is talking with Utena in the tower, but at the same time pushes Kozue towards Miki. Only a stage adaptation would be able to portray it this way

Wait....No kanae?? :((((

Holy shit Mikage's songs have such a creepy sound with the choirs in the background

(Also Mikage pushing Miki, imitating what Akio did to Kozue)

THE ROSE STABBING SCENE. Intense as hell

The contrast between Kozue entering her Dark Era and Wakaba whining about exams lol. Isn't that a perfect encapsulation of the spirit of RGU. The tragi-comedy of it all

The choreography !!

I wonder if there's any significance to the fact that when the cast is standing still singing zettai unmei mokushiroku, Anthy is copying the dance moves of the supporting dancers

The fact that Black Rose duelists have the same skills as the members of the student council showed by having both of them fight Utena at once?? Clever

Also, power of Dios possessing the sword showed by Dios literally fighting alongside Utena

Shame that Kozue didn't do that dramatic falling on the ground thing after her rose got pierced

The egg being called "a cage of freedom". That's a nice way to put it

Saionjeans appears!!

I love shiori already

I can't remember, does Shiori call herself a prodigal daughter in the anime too? Either way that's something I'll be thinking about for the next few days

They did the blood sucking scene 👀 while Shiori and Juri's gay shit was happening 👀

Shiori thinking Juri was reaching for the boy, when she was actually reaching towards her...

Akio walking with the same posture as Touga did... HMMM

They even managed to keep the water motif !

Shiori's horrified expression when she sees her picture...The actress is too good

SHIORI AND JURI FIGHTING SCENE

How did they manage to make them even gayer??

Shiori and Juri taking off each other's roses AAAH

I love that Nanami consistently breaks the fourth wall, it's a perfect thing for her character to do

Wakaba screaming after being stabbed was so heartbreaking...

Akio throwing away that hair clip in the exact same way Touga did with Saionji's exchange diary. Once again: HMMM

Wakaba singing the lines from the first musical about the book she'd read, but this time with her voice breaking, on the verge of crying. I can't stand this

Saionji and Wakaba both singing about a prince on a white horse - Saionji mocking Utena by this, Wakaba actually idealizing Saionji. God, it works so well

Wakaba's duel broke my heart. The actress is so good at capturing the desperation and sorrow in her voice

For the first time Akio is implied to actually have been the one to give Utena the ring...and the way he grabs the supporting dancer and shoves him to the ground. He gives off such sinister vibes

The friendship song is both hopeful and sad because it proves what Akio said - Wakaba had her moment of happiness and specialness but then she had to go back to her normal life of the supporting character. And also because of the fact that while Wakaba and Utena keep singing, Anthy had to go meet up with Akio.. So even though it's heart-warming to see them spend quality time together, none of them really understand what the others are going through

This killed me

"Do you have someone important to you?" And we see the duelists with their black rose counterparts

I almost feel like Mamiya in the flashbacks has slightly different mannerisms that the one in the present impersonated by Anthy.

Mamiya with the candlestick literally SITTING on the COFFIN

"Is (Saionji) going to waltz his ass back in here?" Lmaooo

Did I just imagine it or did Mikage slash Utena on her arm, similarly to how she injured his arm before the duel

Is "Imaginary living body" playing?!?!? Hell yeah!!!

Mikage actually seeing Dios helping Utena fight? Interesting! That's something I didn't expect

I loooove the curtain falling and revealing the projector. That's what I mean when I say that a stage adaptation brings the best out of this anime. There are so many fun visual things like this

I think this arc must have been incredibly difficult to pull off in this form, without being able to do quick cuts and transitions that could be shown in the anime. But they did such a good job! Actually, they kept surprising me with clever ways of adapting the themes of the show to fit this adaptation. I was constantly impressed

The last thing left to say is. PART 3 WHEN

#rgu #revolutionary girl utena #moje

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A+ Library Review: "Loveless" by Alice Oseman

This is not technically the first installment of this, but it is the first time I'm making it A Thing. A+ Library is my new segment where I review books with asexual and/or aromantic characters.

Previous review: The Circus Infinite by Khan Wong

The book description for Loveless is:

Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush - but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she's sure she'll find her person one day. As she starts university with her best friends, Pip and Jason, in a whole new town far from home, Georgia's ready to find romance, and with her outgoing roommate on her side and a place in the Shakespeare Society, her 'teenage dream' is in sight. But when her romance plan wreaks havoc amongst her friends, Georgia ends up in her own comedy of errors, and she starts to question why love seems so easy for other people but not for her.

The character: Georgia Warr, aro/ace

So let's get to it.

TL;DR: Thumbs up from me

Since Loveless centers entirely around the aroace experience, I will not be breaking the review into sections like last time.

Loveless is a coming-of-age story about Georgia's first year at college. It begins with her graduation party out of high school and ends with her establishing plans for her second year of college. It's very slice-of-life, with a focus pretty much exclusively on Georgia's interpersonal relationships and her personal growth.

Oof. Okay. Loveless was at times hard for me to read, and not because it's bad, but because it hit so close to so many of my own experiences at Georgia's age. There were so many times I felt myself going "Oh yeah, I remember that. Yep, there's that phase. Yep, I told myself that story too. Yep, yep, yep."

Just like Georgia, I considered myself someone with "high standards" who would inevitably break the romance and sex barrier when I got to college. This book hit on so many of my own insecurities from that phase, some of which I still struggle with at times, but I will try to be objective about this review nonetheless.

Loveless does a wonderful job of unfurling Georgia's journey, from the start where she considers herself "just like everyone else" but a bit slow on the romance front, to realizing she's Different, through the difficult process of starting to accept that difference as part of her.

Unlike my last review, Loveless earns its found family by showing how Georgia and her friends grow together and apart and back together--with additions. Everyone in Loveless is on their own journey--and at different stages of it. From Pip who's been out as lesbian since she was fifteen and eager for a first girlfriend, to Rooney who's long suspected she's not really straight, to Georgia who's only just grasping the words to describe her experience.

And sometimes they hurt each other! One of the complaints I had about One Last Stop was how all the relationships (protag's mom aside) are entirely fluffy feel-good. Loveless eschews that by showing how friends can hurt each other even when they don't mean to, and how people have competing needs, and how past struggles can impact your present. But in spite of that, it's clear how much all of the main cast grow to care for each other over the course of the book, such that the ending is truly heartwarming.

The prose suits Georgia's voice, which is to say it sounds like an 18/19 year old girl is speaking. That means it's not very eloquent, and it can be blunt and cringy, but in a very believable, realistic way to me.

Georgia's coming of age isn't limited to just her orientation. At the start of the book, she is painfully alien to herself. Georgia doesn't seem to know anything about herself, as if she's spent all her adolescence wrapped in a thick blanket glued to fanfic and refusing to interrogate any of her own feelings--which is probably what happened. It means that she has a very rough time when she enters college. Unlike many such stories, Georgia is not jumping at the bit to be on her own--in the moment when her parents dust off their hands and prepare to leave her with her boxes of stuff in her new dorm, Georgia contemplates begging them not to leave her.

Loveless really captures a sentiment I experienced with asexuality, which was the sense of being left behind by your peers, of feeling childish and immature. Desperate to shake the feeling, Georgia makes an admirable effort at "putting herself out there," doing all kinds of things she doesn't really think she'll like, but wants to give a try, just in case. In some cases, she bombs--but in others, like the Shakespeare Society, she really blossoms. I thought the book makes an excellent picture of a lost young person beginning their adult life with no real idea of who they are, and trying to solve that problem.

Perhaps most painful of all, Loveless captures Georgia's fear of not knowing what her future will look like now that whirlwind love affair-->marriage-->2.5 kids is off the table. It's particularly difficult for her because Georgia so desperately wants that romance--except that for her it's something of a mirage: as soon as it gets close--like when a boy tries to kiss her--all her interest is gone in a flash. Georgia wants to want romance and sex...but she doesn't, really. Even when she's accepted her orientation, she really struggles with what this means for the rest of her life, which also felt very relatable. Partnering up is seen as virtually inevitable, and as the book points out: life is scary! It's way less scary when you have a Person! Therefore, part of Georgia's insecurity and uncertainty focuses a lot on what her future is going to be, and it's not a question she's solved by the end of the book. But it is one she's becoming less afraid of.

There were a few things that struck me as odd, like Pip's claim she had never "fully connected" with friends who aren't Latina, a sentiment echoed by Sonil's refusal to accept his asexuality until he met other Indian people who also used the label...obviously there are certain things that friends who don't share your racial or cultural background may not fully understand, but the idea that you can't connect with anyone who doesn't share your same racial make-up is...uncomfortable, I think. But these remarks pass quickly.

Additionally, the way Rooney and Georgia berate themselves for "experimenting" comes off unnecessarily harsh to me...part of dating is learning whether you're compatible with that person. And yeah--sometimes that means figuring out if you are or are not attracted to them, or their gender more broadly. There's nothing inherently wrong with starting to date someone you're not sure you're into, and then realizing you aren't.

The book also beats Georgia's fanfic reading to death a little, in my view. It gets mentioned way more than it needs to, and citing specific ships and tropes a) is going to date the book like hell; and b) is irritatingly obtuse to anyone who doesn't know what "Stucky" or "flower shop AU" is.

If you're deep into the ace/aro online community, this book may come off as retreading a lot of well-trod ground for you. There's nothing especially ground-breaking in it. But if you're not so connected, or you're new to the aro/ace community, or you just want a book that still-coming-out you needed, I think this is a great pick.

Next review: The Bruising of Qilwa (TBP)

#alice oseman #loveless #rocky reviews #rocky reads #asexual #aromantic #asexuality #aromanticism #a plus library

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Seventeen P51- 55

Media TMR X Seveteen

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating SMUT

The class was stupidly boring but I don't think the fact I'm sat in the back of the class while my erection slowly goes down and my very excited sexual urges are left to die inside me exactly makes for the most enjoyable time. But at least now we had rehearsals so it would be something to take my mind off it and see my cute little cheerleader I took my seat next to thomas as they were starting with Big Fun a section neither he nor I was in so we snacked on our lunches.

"You okay?" He asked

"Fine" I shrug "Why?"

"I don't know you seem... off." he said "and you're staring at y/n. Like way more than you usually are."

"she looks nice today" I shrug "You wanna try and tell me you're not staring at your girlfriend? given they both in their cheer uniforms and on a stage, that we are lower then."

"Touche" He sighed "I take it you two..." he smirked

"What?"

"I think I can guess why she was missing from business studies this morning" he smirked at me

"Maybe" I smirked "Maybe she was just late"

"Late? yeah, sure newt. That's why she walked into English lit with a bright red hickey on her neck"

"How do you know about that? you're not in her lit class?"

"No but Teresa is. she told me. Plus I can fucking see it newt"

"Like you don't like putting marks on Teresa too"

"So you admit it?"

"I happily admit it" I smirked as they finished up that number and y/n and Teresa came to join us

"Hey honey" He smiled at her giving her a kiss

"Hi newtie" she giggled coming to sit with me

"Hi darling" I smirked giving her a kiss and a cuddle

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I shrug

"Newt?" she warns

"What do you think" I told her

"awww you got a cummyache" she whispered

"Don't call it that love"

"Alright, Where's my Veronica! my JD! we need to do dead girl walking" Miss mary yelled

"Ohhh this is gonna be fun" I smirked happily leaving my stuff taking y/n's had as we headed up onto the stage

I started off stage as they set up what will be set when they get built, as y/n enters from the other side

"The demon queen of high school has decreed it.She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleted.They'll hunt me down in study hall,Stuff and mount me on the wall.Thirty hours to live How shall I spend them?I don't have to stay and die like cattle.I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.But I don't own a motorbike" she sung

which was my que to come though and act like I was in my room so she can see me though what till be a fake window at some point currently just a mark on the floor and I climb onto two black boxes that again will be a fake bed eventually

"Wait. Here's an option that I like Spend these thirty hours gettin' freaky!Yeah!I need it hard,I'm a dead girl walkin'.I'm in your yard,I'm a dead girl walkin'.Before they punch my clock,I'm snappin' off your window lock. Got no time to knock,I'm a dead girl walking!" she sang stepping over the mark

"Veronica! We may not have the window prop yet but you are climbing through JD's window!" Miss Marry shouted at her meaning she had to walk back to her spot and then fake climb in a non-existent window prop which made me laugh in addition to the smirk given at this angle she briefly flashed her panties from under her skirt

"JD!" Miss mary yelled

"Shi- Veronica? What are you doing in my room?" I asked

"Sh...Sorry, but I really had to wake you.See, I decided I must ride you 'till I break you.'Cause Heather says I gots to go," she began stepping closer so I stood letting her come closer "You're my last meal on death row.Shut your mouth and lose them tightywhities!" She smirked tugging on my belt "Come on! Tonight I'm yours,I'm your dead girl walkin'." She sang so I went to lean in to kiss her "Get on all fours, Kiss this dead girl walkin'" She smirked forcing me down on my knees on what will be the bed "Let's go, you know the drill.I'm hot and pissed and on the pill.Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!" She sung moving to her knees too "And you know, you know, you know,It's 'cause you're beautiful.You say you're numb inside,But I can't agree.So the world's unfair,Keep it locked out there.In here it's beautiful.Let's make this beautiful!"

"That works for me-" I smirked grabbing her waist and pulling her in for a kiss

"JD! She is meant to grab you not the other way around!" Miss mary yelled

"Ohh sorry guess we need to so that again" I smirked

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes "So the world's unfair, Keep it locked out there. In here it's beautiful. Let's make this beautiful!"

"That works for me-" I smirked and she happily grabbed me to pull me into the kiss not as intense as we would but it is only rehearsal and it still got a mess of whoo's and catcalls from everyone else

"Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walkin'." She smirked pushing me down flat on the blocks and climbing on to my lap

"PG Veronica this is still a performance" Miss mary reminds so y/n moved a little back so she sat on my thighs not my crotch but secretly I moved her a little closer close enough she would be over me but it wouldn't be as easily noticed fixing her little skirt to keep her covered

"How'd you find my address?"

"Let's break the bed, Rock this dead girl walkin'!"

"I think you tore my mattress!"

"No sleep tonight for you,Better chug that Mountain Dew."

"Okay, okay." I sung back every so often the two of us moving our hips

"Get your ass in gear.Make this whole town disappear!"

" Okay, okay!"

" Slap me! Pull my hair!Touch me there and there and there!" We each sung and I got to toss her hair, stroke her face and even grab her ass,

"And no more talkin'."

"Whoaohohoh!"

"Love this dead girl walkin'!" she sung doing what will when she has her costume be a shirt rip but of course only faking given she's in her cheer uniform but it still made me fucking hard

"Love this dead girl!Yeah!Yeah!Yeah!" We sung grinding our hips on each other for real

"Ow!" I complained

"Yeah!"

And of course to the mad hooting and hollering of the rest of the drama club

"Perfect. The second half movements were better" Miss Mary said

"I bet they were" I smirked rubbing my nose on y/n's

"Ohh behave newt I can feel your belt trying to rip my skirt"

"Ummm it's not my belt darling"

"Right next everyone get set for me inside of me!" Miss mary yelled so we had to get up and continue rehearsals

Y/n had cheer practice tonight so I had to bid her goodbye with a kiss before I headed through to work with Zart, I sat at the counter while he sat watching the slushie machines. I did my best to stay awake even if I was bored snacking on some chips.

"Hi newtie" Y/n giggled as she arrived at the seven-eleven

"Awww Hello darling, What's a lovely little cheerleader doing here?"

"I thought I could come and visit" she smiled leaning on the counter and stroking the top of my hand

"Aren't you a sweetheart?" I cooed

"Are you too busy for me?" she asked

"Never Baby" I smirked "Zart cover for me," I told him

"Really?" he sighed "You need to get your cock checked man you should not be this horny," he said "I get she's a hot cheerleader but… come on man"

"Just cover for me," I told him

"Fine" he sighed "You gonna be in the alley?"

"No, we'll be in the walk-in" I smirked helping her around the counter and back into the walk-in fridge and store room shutting the door behind us "Umm I've missed you" I smirked pulling her into an intense kiss

"I've missed you too" she giggled kissing me back

"shall we continue my little cheerleader?"

"Absolutely" she smirked pulling us back into our kiss I pulled her tight my hands slipping down to grab her ass through her skirt as she stroked my chest unbuttoning my shirt a little so she could put her hands inside

"Hey!" I complained a little

"my hands are cold"

"Alright warm them up" I chuckled getting back to our kisses I smirked into our kiss and tugged up her skirt grabbing her ass "fuck- Did you?"

"I thought it would be best, so we didn't waste time" she giggled shaking her ass a little as my hands sat there revealing she had removed her panties since I saw her last

"Humm you naughty little girl" I cooed grabbing her ass hard and spreading her cheeks as we kissed even giving her a spank "You're right though we shouldn't waste time" I smirked

"We shouldn't" She giggled grabbing my belt as she moved to lie on the floor I happily laid on top of her as we kept kissing, as week kissed I tugged up her shirt revealing she had removed her bra too

"Fuck-" I groaned my hands immediately grabbing her breasts as we kissed she giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist her hand tugging on my belt "Go on the baby" I smirked and she happily undid my belt and jeans so I started to grind on her

"NEWT! Your snuggle break is over come on I can't do all this by myself!" Zart yelled as he banged on the door

"Really!" I complained in frustration

"It's fine newt get back to work" she giggled fixing her uniform

"But- baby!"

"I'll hang around till your shifts over, then maybe we can head back to your cosy basement?" she giggled playing with my hair

"Yeah?"

"I'm sure we'll find something to do there" she smiled slipping her hand under my boxers and stroking my erection

"Ummm fine, it's not long till end of shift anyway" I smiled giving her one more kiss before we got up and fixed ourselves up before heading back to the main shop.

I stood doing all the stock desperately waiting for my shift to be over, often narwing on my bottom lip in frustration often actively choosing to stock the lower shelves just to peak up her cute little skirt as she had her slushie waiting for my shift to finish.

And the moment I saw the clock tick over I shoved stuff back in the store room and grabbed my stuff,

"My shifts over, I'm done," I snapped grabbing my stuff,

"Alright have fun," Zart sighed,

"Come on sweetheart," I smirked grabbing her hand so we quickly rushed out and headed back to my house, and the moment we got through the door I thanked the fucking gods! that my parents were out and Sonya was still off with her friends so I didn't waste time we bolted down to my basement and shut the door up tight "So? What shall we do my little cheerleader?" I smirked and his response was to push me onto the sofa,

"I have a little plan, you've been so excited today newtie,"

"How can I help myself when I keep seeing under that cute uniform?"

She smiled and climbed into my lap immediately I grabbed her thighs trying to get up that cute little skirt she pulled me into a kiss so I happily kissed her back running my hands up her thighs and stroking her cute little pussy which made her gasp into my mouth so I wasted no time rubbing in her clit and making my tongue toy with her's she battled me bravely but surrendered as I rubbed little circles harder and harder.

"Yeah? That's what you want baby?' I cooed stroking her move slipping my fingers down to circle her pussy feeling how wet she got for me teasing where she so badly needed me,

"No," she giggled, grabbing both my hands and forcing them onto the back of the sofa above my head, "You move those you won't get to go… in here," she smirked, grinding herself hard against my erection as she lifted her skirt to flash her pussy as she did it, "until December."

"Uhhh- come in I've waited for long -"

"Don't move them newtie,"

"Fine. I won't but how can I pleasure my baby if I can't touch her? Humm do I have to just use my -" I began, grinding back but she was clever she jumped off and giggled undoing my jeans and boxers and pulling them them both down my ankles to expose me to her and she moved to her knees, "ohh my god your gonna - uhh really?'

"Umm humm," she nods licking up my shaft,

"Ohhhh fuck-" I groaned, "You don't have to do this you know,"

"I know," she smiled, pressing kisses up and down the whole length of me.

"well, if you're sure," I smiled and she happily took me completely into her mouth, "ohh my god!" I gasped, gripping the sofa tightly and rolling my head back as she bobbed her head and gently sucked I did my best not to be too Loud but, "uughhhhh uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh! Yes! Yes ughhhhh!" I had to hold the sofa in a vice-like grip even if I desperately wanted to touch her, to pat her pretty head, play with her cute hair and fondled her perk little tits but I didn't want her to stop and God knows I wanna get up in that tonight if she'll let me, but fuck she was good, my ever muscle relaxed my whole body feeling pleasured and relaxed from her sweet work often I had to stop myself from my hips bucking in desperation as I absentmindedly tried to fuck her mouth, "oooohhh god! Fuck yes! Yes! Uuhhhh baby! Your mouth is this fucking magic baby! Stop please or I'm gonna -"

And her response was to suck harder! Her hand slipped up to undo the buttons on my shirt and stroke my bare chest.

"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" I moaned desperately trying not to cum my back arching off the sofa my head thrown back, "uhhh you evil little thing," I smirked pushing her away. "That's enough of that," I quickly, tugged her back into my lap and she giggled as I kissed all over her neck and face anywhere but her lips given… yeah that didn't seem like the best idea I'm horny I'm not stupid she smiled and began to grind herself on me which now felt a million times better given nor nothing was between us and she tugged up her shirt so I immediately grabbed her tits fondling them, squeezing them and rubbing on her nipples a little.

"You really like my boobs newt,"

"They are so lovely, I can't help wanting my hands on them. I've been staring at them all these years," I smirked biting her neck playfully.

"Newt!" She giggled.

"Shall we head to the bed?" I whispered.

"Sounds very cosy,"

"It will be," I smirked grabbing under her ass as I stood and she happily wrapped her legs around me so I carried her to my bed.

I set her down unbelievably over Egar as I looked at her lying on my bed

"You ready my baby?" I smirked crawling over her

"Absolutely" She giggled

There was a sudden bang from upstairs "Newt! Sonya! either of you here!" My dad yelled from upstairs "I need a hand with the groceries"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You gotta be kidding me!

"Newt shouldn't you answer him" she giggled

"Maybe if we're quiet He'll go away" I muttered between kisses

"Newt that's so mean" she playfully giggled

"I know I know but… Come on baby" I whined desperately trying to tug at her clothes

but she pushed me off her and fixed her uniform

"Were down here Mr Newton!" she called

"Ahh Hi Y/n" He yelled back to her

"We'll be up in a second" she smiled

"But… But baby!" I whined fixing my clothes too

"Later newtie I promise" she smiled giving me a little kiss

"I don't know how many more laters I can take!" I whined

"Just a little while more" she smiled petting my hair before she moved to the stairs pulling up her skirt to flash me her pussy "Come on then" she giggled before dropping her skirt and herring upstairs

"Ummmmm coming…" I groaned eagerly chasing after her

We went up and helped my dad put groceries away, all the while I was so insanely desperate! I could barely think straight! everything was making me excited. and I mean everything!

Melons, Bananas, eggplants, chocolate teacakes, chicken breast.

It didn't help any time I glanced across the kitchen to y/n she smiled at me innocently as if nothing was wrong.

"Perfect thank you both for your help" My dad smiled as he finished up,

"Your welcome Mr Newton" She smiled,

"So were done?" I asked,

"All done" He nodded,

"Great! we'll be in my room!" I yelled grabbing her hand to tug her back to the basement,

"Leave your door open!"

"Dad!"

"Don't argue Isaac. Or you stay up here."

"Fine!" I complained keeping my door open as little as possible tugging her into the corner of the room almost impossible to be seen from the door "Ummmmmm so come on baby!" I pouted grabbing her ass, and kissing all over her

"Newt I need to go home my dad will be here soon." she giggled

"NOOOOOOOO! You can't do this to me!"

"Yes I can" she giggled tapping my nose,

"Noo come on, please! Please I will literally take anything at this point!"

"Anything?" She giggled,

"ANYTHING! But you can't leave me like this baby."

"Alright," she giggled, "But you have to be quick."

"Ohh I will be." I nodded

She giggled and moved to bend over the arm of the sofa

"uhhhhhhh you mean it?"

"Yes go on, but quickly."

"I uhhh OKAY!" I bolted over giving her back a million kisses pushing up her cute little cheer skirt to reveal her bare ass to me "uMmm you look so good!" I groaned giving her ass a playful spank "Can I uhh really?"

"You're fine,"

"You sure? I did get checked like… July when they had that testing thing in the cafeteria and I have not had sex since so.."

"Me too."

"Okay, good uhhh what about uhhh you know?"

"Implant your good newt."

"Ohh thank god!" I gasped immediately grabbing her hips I couldn't wait not a moment longer, I undid my jeans and kicked them off stroking myself a couple of times but not like I needed to I was completely ready for her, actually a little over ready for her, but after so long of desiring her I'm not surprised now I actually had the opportunity I went… a little crazy. The moment I slipped inside her I wanted to cum, she felt so so good! but I didn't have time to hesitate my hips worked on their own fueled by my hormones biting my lip hard as I didn't scream even if I loudly moaned into my mouth I was in my own world of utter pleasure, she grabbed the pillow from the sofa and used it to muffle her own moans which only made me go faster knowing I was pleasing her as much as she was pleasing me, I dug my fingers into her ass while I got to a decent pace, and then I moved my hands up her shirt and grabbed her breasts as my hips went crazy on her, slightly rubbing her nipples as I knew how close I was

"Newt please" She gasped moving one of my hands to her clit, I smirked and rubbed her clit mercilessly as I thrusted hearing the sofa squeak under us until she tightened around me and screamed into the pillow feeling her hit her wave which was enough tip me over too burying myself as deep inside her as possible

"HOLY FUCK-" I groaned as the most intense orgasm I had ever had rushed through me almost making me faint

"Yeah… Holy fuck-" She gasped too but just then her phone went off, and we both froze up staying completely still as she grabbed it "Uhhh Hi daddy…."

We both turned bright red at the idea her father was on the phone and I was… you know… hilt deep in his daughter

"Okay…. yeah I'll be right up… okay bye." she smiled before she hung up,

"He here?"

"Yep."

"Aww alright," I smiled pulling out and cleaning up getting my jeans on while she sorted out grabbing her stuff, we quickly headed up seeing her dad waiting for her in his car,

"See you tomorrow" she smiled

"See you tomorrow" I smiled giving her a sweet kiss and a cuddle,

She giggled and waved as she headed off home

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine

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slimyalienfreak · 7 months ago

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Do You Hate Me?

(A Fic Inspired By I Hate You.EXE)

Honestly I had this idea for a while now but hadn’t really had any motivation to write it till now so here it is. Basically an alternate timeline where the events of the game/creepypasta were a dream and Mario just feels like he failed as a brother.

Sorry if this seems rushed. This was like a 3:00am thought and now it’s nearly 8:00am where I’m from and I’ve pretty much been up since the thought to write this.

I don’t know what possessed me to write this but honestly I was in an angsty mood and I wanted to at least make one person tear up. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: He/Him (For Both Mario and Luigi)

Warning: ⚠️Death/Murder + Spoilers for the Creepypasta/Game + Self Blaming + Low Self Esteem + Tried To Make This As Angst As I Could⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Mario + Luigi

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by francoisl-artblog on Deviantart + Banner by numwean (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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Mario absolutely loves his brother Luigi. They’ve been pretty much attached to the hip ever since the two of them were born. Although Mario was more of the expressive one while Luigi typically kept to himself he wouldn’t change it any other way. Luigi was the best brother and if anyone ever said otherwise they were met with receiving an earful from Mario. Honestly, he could never see why anyone would hate him. If they did then there was clearly something up with them. He would never leave his brother for anything. The two of them were like a package deal. And with the adventurous the two of them would go on, the bond between them would only strengthen. But sometimes on the inside he still didn’t feel good enough for Luigi. He could see the smile on his brother’s face every time they did something together but something in his mind was telling him it was fake. He didn’t have any other reason than that deep intrusive thought that Luigi despises him. Of course Luigi doesn’t hate him, he doesn’t have it in him to hate him. He was there for him when he was at his lowest, always trying to cheer him up. It would be wrong to hate him after all that. But it didn’t convince Mario. He couldn’t help but feel like Luigi envy’s him for being better than him. For being more confident than him. For having everything that he was unable to achieve. Sometimes he doesn’t feel like he even deserves the things he has. He feels like Luigi actually deserves all the good things that were happening to him. Not him. This thought kept roaming through his mind even starting to affect day to day things. Even doing the simplest things was starting to become hard for him. Even being in the same room as his brother was hurting him. He just feels really guilty for feeling this but no matter what it wouldn’t go away. Of course it didn’t go unnoticed by Luigi. He wasn’t stupid he knew something was up with his older brother but Mario was too stubborn. He kept on insisting everything was fine. Forcing a smile on his face but Luigi wasn’t convinced but at the same time he didn’t want to bother his brother too much so for now he just let it be. He was too far lost in this self deprecation that it even started to affect his sleep. Sometimes he finds himself staying up way too late that eyebags started to form under his eyes. Even when he did manage to get at least an hour in it was interrupted by nightmares about him just being alone with no one by his side. Not even his own brother. Tonight he wasn’t free from this grasp.

Tonight was the night he was trying to get more than an hour or two so he pretty much forced himself to go to bed early hoping it would change something but as he was on his way to dreamland there was this gut feeling that something bad was going to happen. But regardless he surprisingly managed to nod off to sleep. When he did enter that dream stage he was immediately met with a castle. He would question how the hell he got here but for some reason he didn’t. Not like it was possible to question something that is happening in a dream. Regardless, he managed to push through and enter the castle. Jumping through obstacles, smashing enemies as he passed, grabbing power ups and more. Eventually he managed to arrive at another gate. At first he was expecting to fight Bowser like he always does. Honestly he thinks Bowser should just quit it by now. However he was immediately caught off guard as he entered the room. Before he knew it he saw a familiar face. It was his brother Luigi. His eyes widened from the surprise but he managed to speak up “Luigi, what are you doing here?” He asked, wondering why his brother was here. As far as he was aware, it was just him. He could hear his brother scoff to himself and replied “why are you surprised Mario? After everything you're still surprised? You thought Koopa worked alone?” He asked him a slightly sarcastic question as if he was expecting him to already know. Of course this only confused Mario even more “What? What are you talking about?” He asked once again his voice started to shake a bit. Luigi crossed his arms while a small smirk formed on his face “You really thought you got away with this act? You thought that you could just take everything away from me, leaving me to starve for the slightest bit of appreciation. Wanting me to beg like a dog just to receive a single praise. Unfortunately that’s where you are wrong brother.” “Luigi, you're not making any sense. Where is this coming from?” He asked all he could do was ask as a slight tear formed in his eye to which Luigi shot back “oh stop acting stupid!” He shouted back “You took everything from me no one noticed me, no one praised me for things that I helped you with. All they could focus on was you. What did you have that I didn’t? We're practically the same.” Luigi ranted, letting his emotions get the best of him. Just hearing his younger brother yell at him was pulling at his heart strings he couldn’t help but start to cry “Luigi I’m sorry. I honestly did try my best to help you. I thought you didn’t mind it.” Luigi scoffed once again “stop wasting your tears brother. It’s far too late to do anything. Now I’m going to make sure you regret your actions.”

Before he knew it Luigi lunged at Mario catching Mario off guard. He ended up getting pinned on the bridge with the lava floating below the two of them. He desperately tried to wrestle his brother off of him but it was no use he was set on murdering him. “Luigi, can we talk about this?” He said even though he knew he might get killed by him but it still didn’t stop him from trying “I hate you Mario! I hate you so damn much. Even the minuscule things in me are filled with hate for you. You're not going to live after this and I will try my hardest to make it come true.” He couldn't believe it. Luigi was actually willing to kill him. He could hear the hatred in his voice but still he refused to believe it. His brother would never do this but there was hard core evidence that it was true. Eventually he managed to push Luigi off of him. But it only just made Luigi attack him more, managing to land a few blows on him. Before he knew it without even knowing he attacked Luigi but instead of just knocking him back Luigi lost his footing and landed in the lava below them. Mario noticing what was happening tried to catch him but it was too late. He was already in the lava. His screams of agony filled the room as the flames engulfed him. Mario couldn’t help but cover his ears. He didn’t want to hear his brother's screams as his body melted into nothing. When he eventually sunk fully into the flames Mario just bursted into tears. He didn’t mean to kill his brother, he honestly didn’t. He just wanted to defend himself but he ended up killing his brother in the process. He didn’t know how long it was but he just kept on crying, unable to move.

Before he knew it his eyes opened wide tears welting in his eyes as he was brought back to his senses. He ended up sitting up in his bed, hand ruffling through his hair as he tried to process what the hell just happened. Was that all a dream? God that was way too realistic. He looked down towards his pillow and saw the tears stained the pillow case. He wiped his tears as he tried to calm himself down before realising. Luigi? Is he alive? As soon as his name entered his mind he hurried out of his bed tripping on the blanket as he tried to get out. He scrambles to his feet before rushing to his brother's room desperate to see if he was still alive. When he opened the door he was half expecting to see an empty bed but luckily he was comforted by seeing a sleepy Luigi in it. He couldn’t help but start to cry some more. He honestly thought he lost him. But still he couldn’t tell if this was another dream or not. He needed to see if it was or not. He went up to his bedside, gently probing at his cheek wanting him to give him a sign that he was alive. Due to the constant probing it ended up waking him up. As soon as he woke up he ended up getting greeted by his tear filled eyes brother and…wait Mario was teared up? This can’t be right? He was too surprised at seeing his brother cry that he didn’t question why he was in his room. “Mario…is everything alright? Have you been crying?” He asked nervously, he wasn’t used to seeing his brother cry. It felt wrong to see him cry. Then he heard Mario say in a trembling tone “do you hate me?” He asked tears rolling down his cheeks “what? No of course not Mario, what gives you that idea?” He was surprised at what Mario said and honestly a little offended that he asked. Mario brought him into a hug, his tears staining his top. He slightly stiffened up, surprised at the sudden affection “please tell me you're not lying…you're not lying right?” He desperately asked after the nightmare he was desperate to confirm that he doesn’t hate him “Mario what’s the matter? I don’t hate you and I’m not lying about it” Mario raised his head, his eyes becoming puff and turned slightly red “…I’m sorry it’s just…I had a nightmare” He sobbed in between his speech. “I've been bothered lately…it’s just after everything we’ve been through I just had this feeling that you hate me” Luigi eyes widened himself. He knew something was bothering him but he didn’t think it was this bad. “I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve been a burden for you…taking everything away from you” he rambled slightly before being stopped by Luigi who gently placed his hand on top of his, rubbing it as some sort of comfort “Mario, I could never hate you. You’ve helped me through some bad times even when I thought I wouldn’t survive. You managed to pull me out of it. Nothing in this world could make me hate you.” Luigi said a comforting smile was on his face and for once Mario didn’t have that feeling that he was taking it. He could tell he actually meant it. He offered a weak smile his eyes still puffy and red from the previous crying “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner Luigi…I just didn’t want to bother you…I just didn’t think I deserve to get heard out” Mario sighed to himself tears still forming in his eyes though it was more out of relief than actual sadness. Luigi decided to bring Mario into another hug gently rubbing his older brothers back before he calmed down “Don’t worry Mario, I’ll be here for you whenever you needed even if it’s in a scary situation” he comforted him and continued to do so even to the point of morning. Mario finally felt free of this consciousness he had.

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#ihy mario #ihy luigi #i hate you.exe #mario madness #mario’s madness #mario madness fnf #mario’s madness fnf #creepypasta #horrorbrew #super mario bros #super mario #mario bros #mario series #mario #Luigi #angst #non request

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HTDC commentary - 30: possible

[Looking back at HTDC after FULLY ten years: comments on lore, character notes, influences, art, whatever. May contain spoilers for later chapters.]

chapter text: 30: possible

Argh, I hate this clunky, sucky chapter. It took me a while to figure out how to incorporate scenes taken from the Julan mod, and even after rewrites, this part still isn't working. The dialogue doesn't feel right at all, and while at least I'm trying to write action, I still can't write action. Oh, well. I'll get a lot more practice writing action now that Julan's here, getting himself into every stupid fight possible.

The answer, by the way, as to how to incorporate scenes from the mod, is to never fucking do that. Just write a new conversation, or new scene, something specific to this story and these characters. The Ald'ruhn bar scene with Julan in chapter 11 was fine for that reason - it's not in the mod! Using mod stuff meant I was trying to wrangle dialogue I not only wrote many years earlier, when my writing skills were even less developed, but was written in conversation with the Morrowind Protagonist, i.e. a faceless could-be-anyone.

After I finished HTDC, I actually went and did a fresh editing pass on all Julan's mod dialogue, because so much of it had annoyed me during my Iriel playthrough. That, and the Bloodmoon content, is what ended up in the 3.0 beta I put out in 2018. (Yes, I dragged Iriel through Bloodmoon, and ran through all the quest branch possibilities, including making him a werewolf. He hated every second of it, and it is extremely not canon for him.) While I don't think there's much overlap, because of my new-conversations, new-scenes policy, I was aware that, in theory, someone could scrutinise dates, realise certain new lines appeared in HTDC before Julan 3.0, and either deduce my authorship of the fic, or accuse me of plagiarising myself. While that would have been funny, I was pretty sure my secret was safe with the internet's indifference.

clannfears, a minor variety of Daedra. Several of them, eating something.

This was intended to be a fic commentary, not a mod commentary, but it's inevitably going to end up being both: why clannfears? Why three? Seems unlikely, but I didn't want ash beasts on this side of the Fence, and it had to be something reasonably, but not seriously, dangerous. Please also bear in mind that I had never released a quest mod before, never thought anyone would play it, and was just throwing random stuff together, especially in these early stages. My main issue was that the battle needed to last a long time, because NPC/creature AI starts running when the player enters the cell, maybe the next-cell-but-one, if you're in an exterior? I forget. The point is, the player might wander around the foyadas for a good while, before they stumbled upon Julan getting minced. So the mod clannfears have a lot of HP, but don't actually do much damage.

The Dunmer had collapsed against a rock

It is intended to be balanced so that, without player intervention, Julan will always end up getting killed by them. Obviously, if you turn up and he's filing his nails over a pile of dead bodies, the conversation where he begs you for help is gonna fall a bit flat.

His armour was battered, mismatched and incomplete: no greaves, only chitin boots and guarskin pants that the Daedra’s claws had torn through like tissue paper. No helm, only a scarf against the ash, long since fallen loose, and a netch leather cuirass that looked considerably older than he was.

I really dodged a bullet, here, because when I originally chose Julan's base outfit, I had no idea lots of people would go on to draw him in it, so I wasn't trying particularly hard to make it look aesthetically cool, coherent or pleasing. Thankfully, Morrowind art direction came through for me, and I still think it works! Picking items, I was just going for "deliberate mishmash" and "stuff an outcast Ashlander might plausibly have got his hands on".

This is some of the first fanart I can remember getting of Julan - so long ago, it was on DeviantArt! Thanks Plangkye, wherever you are, I'm still blown away by it, sorry if you hate me posting your really old art!

Typical outlander, barging in where you’re not wanted. Next time stay… out of–” The sentence was lost in a coughing fit, interspersed with whimpers of pain.

Iriel was in absolutely no mood to prop up someone else’s over-active machismo. “You’re bleeding to death,” he observed, neutrally.

So, I have an agenda, in this bit of commentary. Because, much later, Iriel will aggressively try to characterise Julan's reasons for travelling with him in a certain way. And some readers bought it! Which may be my fault, and I don't blame people for not remembering everything about this first meeting, but... look. Come on. Who has the power, here?

Ire pointed mutely to a large, freely-bleeding gash in the Dunmer’s thigh, and the elf’s expression changed. “Oh. Sheogorath, that’s… more blood than I…” He tried to get to his feet, but the moment he tried to put weight on the injured leg, his face turned pale, and he fell back with a sharp groan. “I can’t… nngh…”

Me, forcibly pointing later-Iriel's head at this scene. Who was weak, here again, Ire? Who was strong? Who was collapsed on the ground, torn apart, and who was literally standing over him, acting superior and indifferent?

“Wait! Please.” There was panic spilling into the Dunmer’s voice. “It’s… possible… I could use some help.”

Who's the strong one, Ire?

Ire had a splitting headache, and a fraction of his usual ability to tolerate fools, which was never high to begin with, especially those with more pride than sense. “Possible?” he said.

I want you to know that I rejected the idea of posting the Leo di Caprio pointing meme, every time the chapter word comes up. See, the things I spare you.

Anyway, Ire: who's making someone beg for his life, just because you caught him, in a moment of terrified panic, trying to use a tough, macho persona as a shield? And yes, that's set off all your resentment of men like that, and yes, you've had a rough day, and are feeling like death, but come on.

Iriel's reluctance to get involved has something else feeding into it - the whole Rabinna thing. Lots of Ire's brain still associates trying to help others with looming disaster and crippling guilt.

The Dunmer growled. “Fine! I need your help! Happy now? I’m not about to beg you, n'wah. I’d rather bleed to death. But if you won’t help me, then go away and let me die in peace.”

As with Tsiya, don't let someone's surface rudeness combine with Iriel's personal biases and victim complex to blind you to the actual power dynamic.

He glared at Ire with the last vestiges of his defiance, until it all suddenly crumbled. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. “I’m sorry. You’re right. About everything. Nothing’s under control, everything’s…” He coughed again, and struggled to breathe.

Julan: I'm not about to beg you, n'wah [immediately starts begging]

Ire didn't even have to push him, to collapse the tough persona, because there was literally nothing left holding it up. Who's the weak one, Ire?

But let's keep interrogating this alleged strong/weak dichotomy I'm trying to push on you, here: certainly Julan's in a position of weakness on all levels, but how is Ire strong? He's able to stand, sure. He's found himself in a position of power over Julan, and is enjoying leaning into that. But earlier I implied we might cut Iriel some slack for his shitty behaviour because he's feeling rough. Doesn't it then follow that, just like Tsiya then (constantly), and Julan now (briefly) he's being an asshole because he doesn't have the strength to be kinder, more empathetic?

On the one hand, yes. On the other hand: yes, BUT: this is the same logic Iriel uses himself, to constantly frame himself as weak from both directions, as a helpless victim, both of other people, and his own brain. This is what his self-hatred uses to twist memories and situations, leading to his logically incoherent rants in the Ashlands later, that still might sound persuasive, because he's articulate and emotionally raw.

Let's get out of Iriel's tangle of a brain, and stick to the physical facts. Both later, outside the Urshilaku burial, and here at Ghostgate, Ire has all the power, and Julan's collapsed in the dirt, a mental and physical wreck.

His voice shook. “Please. I… I don’t want to die. Not here, not like this.”

Interesting bit of additional clarification by Julan, there.

Anyway, Ire, I thought you were into the thought of boys prostrating themselves before you, begging for your favour, last night? What's wrong? Reality too messy? Nasty rough Dunmer boys don't mesh with the fantasy? (Are you sure? He just said you were right about everything, which is one of your major kinks.)

Iriel rubbed his forehead. “Hold still. I’ll see what I can do.”

In Ire's defence, that's not what tipped the balance in favour of helping. Someone's hot-or-not rating isn't how he decides who deserves kindness, that's unfair to him. Anyway, to him, this isn't kindness. He just doesn't want more mess on his conscience.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve taken you to bed, you know.”

Although now Ire's flirting, so something about this situation clearly registered positively.

“What?!” “Never mind. I was joking, poorly.

The sort of flirting that can be immediately walked back as a joke, if someone reacts badly.

The Dunmer was looking at him with a confusion that teetered on the brink of epiphany. “Go back to the part about… about…” Ire couldn’t help pushing it slightly further. “You don’t remember when we slept together, back in Ald'ruhn?”

Iriel remembers their last meeting, but apparently Julan doesn't. Which means Ire's in control of the situation on an informational level, as well as physical. He finds this amusing and, leaning back into the plausibly-deniable-joke angle, deliberately tries to make Julan uncomfortable. He considers this fair play, because if Julan's not homophobic, he won't be made uncomfortable by it, right?

The Dunmer’s expression passed through various stages, from its starting point in confusion, through incredulity to horrified realisation. He swallowed. “I was in Ald'ruhn. And you do seem familiar, somehow… But I… I… don’t think… I mean, I’m not… I’m sure I would remember that.”

Iriel's not sure precisely what was about to come out of Julan's mouth after "I'm not...", only that he understands the meaning of it. Later, he will fill it in as "not a vassith". Which is both fair and unfair. Unfair, because the Velothi f-slur isn't a word that trips naturally off Julan's tongue. Fair, because Iriel's right about the general direction of the road Julan's brain was stumbling along. He didn't finish the sentence because he was biting back a slur, though. Just because he wasn't sure how to, and he didn't want to try.

Because what do you call it, when you're definitely into women, and, okay, maybe, sometimes have... confusing thoughts about certain men, but you've never done anything and you don't want to, because you don't need to, right, you like girls, so it's okay. Probably everyone gets these thoughts, it's just a stupid, random... thing. You don't have to think about it, because there's no point, so you don't, you just put it in the box of things you don't think about.

Julan has a lot of things he doesn't think about. He's really good at it, except when he's not, and that's what the alcohol is for.

He stared, blankly, obviously struggling to sort through his memories. “I… I was drinking a lot, and sometimes it’s all just a blank when I wake up, but…”

Except... what if his good friend alcohol betrayed him, this time? Drunk Julan does stupid things. Drunk Julan makes bad decisions. What if... what if drunk Julan did do something with the pretty Altmer scholar, who admittedly might be the sort of man he could find attractive, if he was into that, which he's not, but drunk Julan might do anything, he can't be sure! What if he did? (Chapter title: also refers to the word floating through Julan's head right now.)

The joke had already worn thin for Iriel, who decided to cut his losses before he heard something he would regret instigating. “We shared a room, not a bed,” he said crisply. “You were unconscious. Nothing else happened, so you can stop worrying.

Iriel doesn't know and, honestly, doesn't very much care whether Julan's homophobia is internalised or not. He knows that look of horror, and anything Julan says is going to twist the knife further. Worse, Ire realises his "joke", if taken seriously, implies Ire might have taken advantage of Julan while drunk, and the last thing he needs is the Predatory Gay phantom crawling out of the depths of the Pit to clutch at him. He's setting his self esteem up for another massacre, if he can't claw the situation back.

I assure you, passed-out-drunk vagrants are really not my type.

Julan also isn't Ire's type in several other ways, but he's trying to end the conversation, not pick a new fight by slinging personal insults about violent idiots. Julan mostly just hears the "not my type" part, which he registers with a large amount of relief, and a small amount of something odd that he's not going to think about.

The Dunmer nodded, sympathetically. “Drink?”

Let's get this relationship back to where everyone feels most comfortable with it: supported by alcohol.

next: 31: help previous: 29: pride

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anaiscrazy · 2 years ago

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Austin! Elvis x reader

Y/n was a lonely girl, since she moves out of her parents home she’s been all alone. She walked down the street when a flyer blew onto her leg in the wind. She picked up and read it. “Elvis Presley live this Saturday” she thought for a moment, it was Saturday. She had soothing to do so why not go see this “Elvis” character. She looked further down the page to see a picture of a handsome young man in a suit,smiling while holding his guitar. She couldn’t help but be a little flustered at his appearance. He was pretty cute.

That evening she entered the night club where he was playing at. She sat down at a table and ordered a drink, soon the drink came and she began to sip it. A few minuets after the handsome young Elvis stepped out onto the stage. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, this first song I’ll be playin’ here tonight will be I can’t help Fallin’ in love.” His country accent made her blush. The song began as he sang “Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you” his eyes locked with hers in a quick glance. She saw his crystal blue eyes as he stared right at her. He blushes a bit but continued to sing. “Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, If I can’t help falling in love with you” she at him lovingly. Not knowing what to do at this point, she’s staring at him all goo-goo eyed. It seems all the other ladies in the room are too. But Elvis only seemed to be looking her way. Soon enough the song had ended, and he started singing another, and another, and another. Before long his performance was over. Y/n grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder, walking out. As she pushed the door open she heard a farmhouse voice calling to her “Hey wait up darlin’” She turned around to see the very man that was playing on the stage that night. “H-hi” she said a little flustered. She wasn’t expecting this. “I saw you in the crowd tonight, you stood out to me, I don’t get to see many faces as pretty as yours around here” y/n got slightly flushed at his comment. “Why thank you” she said nervously. “I was wonderin’” he said more nervous than his confident stance before. “Would ya like to go out with me sometime?” She could barely think of what to say. She was stunned. Why would someone like Elvis want to go out with someone like her. She finally managed to get out the words “y-yeah I’d love that” “great, how does next Friday sound to ya?” “Sounds good to me” she replied nervously. He smiles softly before pulling out a pen and a little piece of paper. “Would you mind givin’ me your number so I can call ya?” It was almost like he had planned this, that he just happened to have a paper and a pen. “Sure” y/n said before writing her number on the paper and giving it to him. “Well I gotta go my manager will be a waitin’ on me. “Okay see you Friday” she says blushing, as he runs off towards the backstage entrance. That week was one of the longest in her life, but after what seemed like forever, Friday evening came. She walked into the restaurant in her fancy dress that she had bought just for the occasion. There he was. The most handsome man she had met in her whole life. He was sitting at the table waiting. They had a wonderful date. Afterwards, He was walking her up to the doorstep of her apartment. “I really had a nice night, thank you” y/n said “I did too” Elvis replied. He looked down at her, moving closer until they’re faces where only inches apart. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He asked with a whisper. “Y-yeah” she said, matching his whispering tone. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers softly. The kiss get like an eternity, and neither of them wanted to end it. “I’ve got to be getting inside” y/n said “yeah” he replied “but I’ll be callin’ you, I can wait for our second date. She walked in and imagined they’re second date while she fell asleep

#elvisaaronpresley #elvis presley #elvis x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader

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hiejindraws · 2 years ago

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Key differences between Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! and Gekidan Haikyuu!! (+ Review)

Btw don’t ask me for scans of the pamphlet or bromides bc I didn’t buy them. The only merch I bought was a t-shirt and a towel ok BABY’S ON A BUDGET.

• No “hyper projection” and no rotating stage

• Less emphasis on music and dancing, more on acting

• The stage is level and not on an incline. This means the volleyball net could be on wheels and be rolled around on the stage (in fact, most of the set pieces were on wheels)

• No epic opening or closing sequences

• Very few (if any, I don’t remember) musical interludes—really, there was music only during the volleyball matches

• No Seijoh/Oikawa theme music 🥲 or Nekoma theme (for when they’re briefly mentioned in the announcement of the GW training camp)

• More characters! Seijoh actors doubled as Yukigaoka players/all FOUR members of the Karasuno Neighborhood Association, not just Shimada and Takinoue!

• They really fleshed out the Yukigaoka vs. Kitaichi game! Like, Hinata had actual teammates, it wasn’t just him and Kagz 1 v 1 on the court like it was in the first Haisute (although, I guess it wasn’t technically 1 v 1 then either bc Kindaichi and Kunimi were also there)

• They included even more scenes from the series and stayed even truer to the source material. I think leaving out the music and intense dance breaks opened up a lot of room for this

Some callbacks to Engeki:

• Hinata hums the tune to a musical motif from Engeki but I cannot for the life of me remember which one it was even though I JUST saw it today. If I had to guess (bc the scene involved Hinata imitating Kagz), it was Kageyama’s theme from the first Haisute when he whips off his cape and crown.

• Ennoshita (AND Kinoshita AND NARITA!!) do the “SE〜NO” synchronized clap with the audience (and it made me so so SOOOO happy!!)

Review:

Overall, this production seemed less “dramatic” in the sense that the entire performance (the acting, music, and choreo/blocking) felt very subdued compared to its predecessor. There was certainly a different energy in the theater this time around. My blood didn’t get pumping the same way it did when I saw Start of the Giant and The Tokyo Battle in-person. I believe this artistic direction was intentional. I’m just not sure it’s sustainable.

What I always appreciated the most about Engeki was that the stage performances perfectly matched the high levels of energy the anime possessed. In fact, I would argue it brought even MORE energy than the anime did or ever could in large part due to Wada Shunsuke’s memorable musical compositions and HIDALI’s ingenious choreo.

Music and dance have always been core elements of the OG Haisute to the point that each show had it’s own unique opening/closing sequence, each team had it’s own musical and dance motif, and certain reoccurring events had their own identifiable themes (e.g. the starting lineup before any given match). The true magic of Engeki lied in the music and dancing. Obviously, the cast brought their own magic by always giving 150% to their performances, but they were also matching the energy the music brought THROUGH their dancing/acrobatics. It’s all intricately woven together.

OH, not to mention the original production’s partial namesake: the projections! There was always a level of suspended reality when watching Engeki because the light projections literally helped to merge the manga with the stage. They transformed the stage and backdrop into anything and everything the story needed—manga panels, speech bubbles, a sunset, a volleyball net. They also synced with, you guessed it, the MUSIC to give an absolutely outstanding audio-visual experience.

It really hit me hard when I entered the theater to see that it really was… just a regular stage.

That’s why I question if this production (and any future ones they may have planned) is sustainable. Not in the financial sense… but just in the way of retaining interest. It didn’t get me hooked the same way Engeki did, so I don’t think I’m able to give it the same level of enthusiasm. I’m hard-pressed to believe others feel the same way. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed it. It wasn’t bad. It didn’t take anything away from the series… I’m just not sure it added anything to it, either. Sure, there was music and dancing, but it just paled in comparison to what we were gifted by Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu. Makes me wonder why they would take so many steps back with this production.

All that being said… I’m glad I went. I truly did enjoy myself and the cast put their all into these characters. And if nothing else, I’m glad to have gone in support of Suga Kenta (OG Hinata) in his Haisute directorial debut.

#haikyuu!!#hyper projection engeki haikyuu #engeki haikyuu #gekidan haikyuu #engeki haikyuu!!#gekidan haikyuu!!#haisute #haikyuu!! stageplay #hq!!#hyper projection engeki haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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siremasterlawrence · 1 year ago

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Double Edged Words

Based on a true story from Thanksgiving

I am sitting in for Thanksgiving night dinner at exactly at eight a loud ping comes in when I receive a text from a former friend of mine who recently apologized to me for some actions and I reluctantly forgave him the biggest mistake of my lives since that whole family is full of assholes

He jokes to me I am like a dry turkey then he goes on bashing me with way too many more food scenarios as a joke so I am really not in the mood the next day to deal with him or anybody on my first red carpet event let alone his parents.

His father who I see is completely dressed to the nines for the first time he usually is a mess walking the red carpet with his hand waving at me as I roll my eyes and offer my hand to shake but instead I wake up from my day dream.

I sigh a bit later in the bathroom after the ending of the premiere he blocks me in the bathroom placing his hand on my shoulder as I realize it is him then think for a second I have my chance.

He wants to take a selfie with me but I get a bit giddy letting him set up the flash I say to him I’ll do it but the light start to flicker and I am annoyed but move on asking him if he could see into the frame.

He stares deep into the light as the lights of flash blind him on and off leaving me with perfect excuse to put him under by using the camera to take a picture of him I begin to play with his mind.

He freezes on command at a stance unable to move except to blink allowing me some time to formulate a plan so wicked I might lose myself in it but I carefully concoct until the minute his eyes pop open.

He comes to life stretching his hands in the air, yawning so loud it would scare the ghost of the hand any and never noticing me I do stop and play with his hair but he does not even react.

“You can’t seem me, you hear my voice the voice of reason.”

“You did not treat your son’s friend Lawrence right you have to pay the piper.”

“No need to speak, their is only one think you can do.”

“You need to pay for your issues”

“You can start by being his slave “

“Kneel at his feet and kiss it”

“Know you are his property”

“Love him, love for him “

“Obey all his commands”

“Boom”

“Huh! Hey! What happened?”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”

His eldest son Robbie is in hell seeing his old man doing something so out of character as he stands on stage looking like a damn ass fool and doing as his ex pal say like in a Hypnosis show.

Unfortunately for him the music starts to hit playing a beat he cannot stop it raises into the threshold of the roof he starts to do a very stupid dance consuming him loosing it in into a stream of insanity.

“Join us Robbie follow everything your father does.”

“Oh Master! How can I please you?”“Hope Everyone! Pay Attention Please” I say to the crowd.

“Meet my pal Jon! He is a asshole”

“Yes! I am the worst type”

“Hahahaha” the crowd erupts

“A real monkey! This one”

“Enter the audience while I sing”

“To all you fuckers who I hate “

“Let me play you a song “

“Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyeeeaaaahhh”

“I bet you think you won, like a dagger plunge into my soul”

“Killing me on site…lalalala “

“No such luck and I am here to fight “

“Break a few bones, a good whip and we still won’t be right as rain”

“I can see you dancing now”

“Addicted to my every word “

“Clap your hands and give me some to “

“Strip your close “

“Nanana”

Colton is the younger one grinding his ass on the floor as my debut single for the movie is burrowing deep into their brains nothing can stop it now as I am subliminally in his head reprogramming him in everything way and manner possible.

“Colton you look good in pink”

“Take it off “

“Dance your ass off”

“Showcase your body”

“Woo so smooth”

“You want to do it “

“My body is your play ground “

“You cannot deny me”

“You see it the flash “

“Blinding lights “

“The world spins”

“You have fallen “

“Just like the sound of my voice “

“Your heart beats”

“We join as one “

“Pumping in sync”

“You have fallen for me”

“You are mad and crazy “

“Give in for me”

“Leap off the ground“

“Sweet dear my bliss”

The end

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