#the character models in this game really are beautiful i was just staring at her eyelashes this entire scene LMAO

[0fps]

...Am I a player or a mere pawn? I suppose there is no difference at this point. No matter what, I will do what I must.

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer’s funeral and his partner is the special guest and roasts spencer so hard and than revels that they are getting a cat together but everyone thinks it’d a baby announcement lmaoooo or however you wanna end it

Special News

pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: anon i love this idea so much!! guys please don’t come at me for these terrible jokes i’m just a girl really 😜 also i’m posting sm rn go me

requests are open <33

“lebron james inspired us with his baller moves. steph curry inspired us with his words. spencer agnew inspired us by being a piece of shit, so we would never follow in his footsteps.”

you’re stood at the podium of the funeral, spencer in the coffin next to you holding a bouquet of plastic flowers as he tries not to laugh.

“spencer is a gamer, and we all know that. but if he spent as much time with me as he does on world of warcraft, i’d be the happiest girl on earth, but hey, at least he has a high gear score to keep him company whilst i cook.”

you see everyone laugh as you switch the paper, angela cackling over what you thought was a pretty shit joke.

as the laughter dies down, you continue on. “spencer and me only ever disagree over stupid things, and i think to myself, he must know he’s short when he has to look up to see eye-to-eye with someone who's shorter than him, because i’m always right. i’m sure courtney feels the same about shayne.”

at this, courtney yells “FACTS!” from behind one of the cameras, and you shoot her a wink.

shayne then stares you down, and all you say is “shayne don’t worry, i’m a short king ally!” which he just smirks at.

“i have some pretty bad jokes here, so let’s quickfire some.“ you mutter to everyone.

“if sleeping on my arm were an olympic sport, he’d have more gold than michael phelps.” this earns a giggle from spencer, as you have a folder on your phone of him asleep in the most awkward ways possible, always lying on your arm somehow.

“he’s so obsessed with video games, even his posture looks like it's from a character model that hasn't loaded properly yet.“ this makes everyone cackle, spencer opening one eye to glare at you, and you just laugh him off.

“your gamer boy posture is so bad, chiropractors have your picture on their vision boards on what to improve on.”

“do you guys think that,” you exhale through your nose at what patrick has written on your prompt card. “spencer’s idea of sitting normally the same as a pretzel’s idea of being straight?” which is so bad it’s good, making you crouch down to laugh.

you stand back up after a moment, your stomach twisting over what you’re about to do. it’s going to be so worth it, but gosh you feel bad.

“spencer, my lovely boyfriend, is a mt dew kickstart addict, certified gamer girl, and a soon to be father” and at this last statement, everyone gasps, and spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. he looks at you intently, and you see him experience about a hundred emotions at once

you smile at everyone, turning to a camera, pulling out a printed off certificate of adoption, a picture of a tiny ginger cat taped to it.

“we got a cat!” you say, almost proud of how shocked everyone is

as you turn to look at spencer, you hear shayne’s laugh, and you look at spencer with sympathetic eyes, mouthing ‘i love you’ to him over all the laughter. he just smiles, knowing that this cat is going to be so loved by you both. especially you. because you love him so much.

as you sit back down, spencer sits up. having come back from the dead, he has some things to say. he goes through everyone at his funeral; alex, shayne, damien, tommy, selina, and then, you.

“and finally, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n. my bundle of sunshine, blinding and hard to look at directly.” you scoff at this, and he looks at you with a look that says this is a joke please don’t kill me when we’re home.

“i mean, come on, you cry at surf's up? i guess even animated penguins have higher emotional intelligence than you.” he manages to say through a fit if giggles. spencer always teases you for this, even though he cries at the NGE film. loser.

after wrap, courtney comes over to congratulate you on your cat, and just catch up generally.

“so, cat parents hey? proud of you girl” she says with a grin.

“yeah, i kinda feel bad scaring everyone into thinking spencer gets game in bed.” you reply, earning a laugh from her.

“don’t be mean to me! i’m a player you know?” spencer says coming up behind you.

“okay, sure you are mr ‘i cry at anime’.” you snap back.

he throws his hands up in defeat, and you kiss his cheek, going off to see amanda.

“she’s so cool.” courtney says

“yeah,” spencer replies. “she’s not that bad.”

she elbows him in the ribs, and he clutches his side

“i mean, she’s the best!” he says through strained teeth, courtney doing a proud nod before catching you up.

[dyemelikeasunset]

Hope this is not too silly of a question, but I've been binging Disney Park videos the past handful of days (yes, I am embarrassingly a lifelong Disney Park fan, while also being deeply critical of the company) and I dunno, it got me thinking about what a Disney Date in the Park look like for Dom and Mor. 😅

I feel like Morgan would be a fan of the parks and be really excited about going and geeking out over everything (Morgan absolutely is Disney Princess vibes in my mind) and maybe getting a little overstimulated, while I picture Dom being utterly confused, taking certain things too seriously, but discovering something she genuinely loves and getting consumed in it. And ending the night watching the fireworks show, holding hands, and snuggling up next to each other and being adorably sapphic.

THIS IS THE CUTEST QUESTION PLEASEEE 🥹🥹🥹

in fact it was so cute you got me rambling, so under a read more it goes lmao. I basically wrote a blurb (it gets a little emotional at points cause that's who i am)

So Mor does like a couple of the Disney princesses (she really likes the background art of Sleeping Beauty and likes the movie if you watch it with the lens that "Aurora isn't the main character and neither is the prince, the three fairies are!! It's actually a heroes' journey about the three of them and that's so interesting yknow? What other movie stars three old ladies fighting a dragon???" but Aurora isn't necessarily her fav princess "I mean she just sleeps. the memes about her are funny though." Not technically a princess, but she loves Lilo a lot)

But no, she doesn't go to the parks often because of overstimulation. It's actually Dom's idea cause "Ah couples go to disneyland. That means we should go too? I should ask Morgan if she wants to go." And Mor is surprised, "I haven't been since I was 12? do you want to go???" and promptly discovers Domi has never been to a single Disney park ever in her life, so Morgan makes it her business to give Dom an enriching experience

They spend the next few months doing research between work and life-- on the best places to stay and how to optimize costs-- and it's really business-like and practical. Halfway through the process Domi's like "Is. Is this romantic? We're being so dry" but Mor insists "No it's important to be prepared!! For everything!!"

Anyway, cut to them finally going, it's probably exciting but also a little nerve-wracking. They chose the LA park. Mor did her hair up in buns to match Mickey cause teehee, cute. Dom wears a facemask cause she doesn't want to get recognized. Dom probably wants to take a lot of pictures bc. lol. couples do that?? right??? also Morgan is beautiful and she wants to remember it.

"We should do the hand holding trend"

"N-no Domi I'm too embarrassed"

"NO LET'S DO IT"

They do the hand holding trend. Mor makes it her pfp later.

Mor is constantly trying to sneak in couple selfies and it becomes a personal game to catch Dom looking candid in cute situations (spoiler, Dom's candid is still like a model. High fashion girlfriend + Donald Duck. Mor can't stop laughing)

They start having fun. They're both grumpy at the price of park food and agree not to do many of the rides because "that's an unreasonable amount of people." They try small world and are a little uncomfortable at the dolls, but being together in a little boat on the water is nice-- they end up staring at each other more than the ride and decide to check in. Dom has to lean in close so Mor can hear her over her sound-supressing earbuds. Morgan takes the chance to kiss her and Dom completely forgets what she was saying

After lunch, Mor surprises Dom with Mickey Ears because she HAS to see it. It's as adorable and hilarious as she thought it would be, and when Domi laughs, Mor finds herself thinking about how lonely Dom was as a kid and wonders if she's helping her heal her inner child, bc Dom has helped Mor heal hers. Dom wears it for the rest of the trip and every time she smiles at her, Morgan wants to laugh and cry at the same time.

They surrender and buy $5 churros to eat as they ride the ferry and realize halfway through they keep getting on the boats. Mor is shy but eventually caves and takes a picture with Tiana.

They visit the Disney Gallery to learn about some of the history. Mor already knows a lot of it and ends up filling in some of the gaps to Domi. The awkwardness has completely melted away at this point and Domi is trying to find an artbook or poster she thinks Mor would like. She sees Mor looking at mugs and wonders if she's happy, wonders if she's stopped thinking about all her exes, wonders how anyone could hurt someone has kind as Morgan.

They decide to find a spot for the parade early and talk as the sun sets. The parade starts and Dom holds Mor close so the crowd doesn't make her anxious. She finds herself watching Morgan more than the parade.

As the fireworks start, Dom tells her about a memory of when she was 19. She was staying in Tokyo for a job and watched fireworks alone in her hotel room and wondered if she had made the right career choice. Mor watches the lights dance on Dom's profile and can barely get a whisper out, so she squeezes her hand instead. Dom smiles at her so warmly that Morgan almost feels whiplash

Mor lays her head on Domi's shoulder in the hotel bed and can't get the story out of her mind. Dom's soft breathing doesn't lull her to sleep like it usually does. They were too tired to make love but she desperately wants Dom to know how much she means to her. She settles for crying into her neck quietly and it's a strange mix of exhaustion and sadness and relief and joy. Morgan makes a silent promise to never let Dom be alone again

When they're packing for home in the morning, Dom wonders out loud if they'll come again. Mor asks if Dom had fun, and she smiles so wide that it washes away all the lingering melancholy. Mor promises she'll take Dom whereever she wants to go, whenever she wants to

[greensagephase]

Dropping this at your inbox and then running away…

Haha no but seriously

I’ve talked to you about how I’m trying to work on Peter and his looks, I’m still figuring out how to draw him on my own style…

But in this case while I was looking for references I found a picture of the model on whom Peter Parker of insomniac videogame is based on and I just thought he looked so freaking cute there I melted 😭😭😭, im actually now obsessing over him , and I decided to try copy the picture (although the drawing it’s not that close to the style I’m focusing on my Peter drawings, it’s a lil bit different cause also I don’t know how to stick into a style yet I’m still figuring it out).

Anyway my thoughts just kept leading me on the fact that this would be a perfect picture that my Spider would have on her wall, one of the many she has of her Peter, it would probably have been taken by her on a date night where she took an improv picture of him looking at her softly 🥺🥺🥺🥺 or smth like that, idk I keep picturing lot of soft scenarios for Peter that I think I’m going insane.

So I drew a picture frame over it and her hands caressing the picture (?) Poe maybe giving it a kiss before putting it back on the wall, like it happened on one of the chapters of NVC, cause I’m a sucker about all those sweet tender moments where she remembers Peter, means so much to me, cause even before all these Spiderverse things and hyper fixations over Miguel, Peter(Spider-Man) is my favourite super hero so he has a special place in my heart.

So yeah here it is, a lil rendition to my Peter, that can change when I figure more out his style rather than basing him that much on the model hehe

No, the way I opened the ask and saw the drawing - let me just give you a mental picture of me - just imagine a woman sitting at her desk and looking at her laptop and then opening this and she just starts banging her fist on the desk and trying very hard not to scream too loud but also hyperventilating BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!! AND TENDER, AND SWEET AND ANA YOU GOT ME INTERNALLY SCREAMING AND REALLY CRYING!!!!!!!!!

The actor/model for Peter in the insomniac videogame - I think I'm going to start obsessing over him, too, don't mind me because HE'S SO CUTE!! Talking about him with you also makes me want to play the videogames even though I suck at those type of games but I'm seriously considering playing it!! (I've tried just swinging around and it was so much fun, hehe!!)

You got me CRYING over how this would be a photo of Peter on your spidersona's wall - you're SO RIGHT!!!!! And the little backstory on how this would be taken during a date night and reader capturing this moment randomly and the way it would be just one of the many, many, many times of Peter just staring at reader like this, with such pure love and adoration for her - I'm not doing well at all, I have REAL TEARS in my eyes right now just thinking about it!!!

🥺😭 It's so so crazy and I mentioned it so many times before to @sunsetdoodler but I never imagined reader's Peter to become so important to me - like, I'm fully attached to this character even though he's not an active character in the story but every time I write about him, my heart melts. PETER AND READER LOVED EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!! Their love was so beautiful and special - and I'm rambling now but I love talking about our Peter so much and seriously, this is so freaking sweet, tender, and beautiful to think about. I mentioned it in my message but sometimes I get the urge to write something about Peter and reader - like a regular day in their lives and how they interacted before he passed away in a one-shot but I swear - I don't think my heart could take it. I would be crying the entire time, I think 😭😭

AND OMG READER GIVING IT A KISS LIKE SHE DID IN THAT PART my brain can't think of which part specifically rn but I know which one you're talking about and I'm crying even more now when I have a mental image of what that picture looks like!!!!! I'm not doing well but in a good way, I swear!!! 😭😭😭

Also, I feel you so much!!! Peter (Spider-Man) has always had a special place in my heart even since I was a kid. Spider-Man was the first superhero I watched on theaters (Tobey Maguire's Peter) and ever since then, Spider-Man has been one of my top favorite superheroes!! No matter what new superhero pops up, Spider-Man is always there for me!!!

Ana, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME 😭❤️ It's made my night and even though I'm crying, they're happy tears!! Also, I'm so excited to continue to see your Peter take shape as you work on him and find your style drawing him. What I've seen already has a chokehold on me !!! 😭 THANK YOU!!!!!! 🥺❤️

[roosterr]

i really wonder what soap actually looks like because his model is so inconsistent. i love him so much, he is my gorgeous man, but he looks so especially beautiful in that one scene with that one lady whose name i cannot remember at this moment where he’s interrogating her and other times his electric blue eyes will stare deadly at the screen and make me feel very intimidated.

like WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE his facial features seem so inconsistent like does someone have a vendetta against him or something because he is so gorgeous why do they ruin him most of the time 💔💔💔

would it kill them to have some consistency???? probably tbh because I feel like all the characters have this problem but like,,, how hard is it to just make the characters look the same through 1 whole game pls

[i-keepmyideals]

Why does,,,why does MK1 just,,,, look like that on the Switch? I love my Switch, and it’s not bad enough to make me want to get a refund but…holy shit are the characters ugly af when not in a cutscene lmao The cutscenes are pretty much as beautiful as I saw them in PC and PS5. I’m not fortunate enough to have a gaming pc/laptop or PS5 yet (fingers crossed) so the Switch is the only way I can play this game. If the characters were just going to look like that on the Switch, why couldn’t they just release it on the PS4? I’m quite sure the models would have looked way better. It seems like just some lighting adjustments could go a long way. Ashrah looks really good and I think it’s because her eyes are already black. Everyone else’s eyes are too wide and bright and look like they’re staring lifelessly through your soul and their skin textures are just…off

What’s up with that, WB?

[annunakitty]

I've been addicted to Yakuza 0 and I'm so glad that I gave it a shot because it's an excellent game. I've heard that it's the grind-iest of the Yakuza games, but despite that I'm really enjoying it. I love the two main protagonists; Kiryu is a little bit of a dipshit but love that he always tries to do the right thing, and ngl Majima is my fave; I love the whole "scary looking gruff dude" who's actually a complete and total sweetheart thing.

I think what impresses me most is the animations. There are three kinds of rendering going on in the game, which is kinda wild; obviously there's the pre-rendered cutscenes, and there's the general-purpose renderer for most of the gameplay, but then there's a more advanced renderer for non-pre-rendered cutscenes and more closed and intimate scenes, where the animations are just... impeccable. Particularly the facial animations, though this game isn't photorealistic sometimes the way the eyes and skin and mouths are animated they somehow MOVE so real.

I first really noticed it with Majima's boss, Sagawa-sama. The imperfections they gave the textures for his face despite not being photorealistic in rendering, the animating felt like I was looking at a real guy.

Then I got to the Cabaret Club and the "customer service training" (dating sim) you can do with the Platinum girls, and micro-movements in the eyes as they flit back and forth, the way they "smize," the movement of eyebrows when they talk, the way the model's "skin" deforms around the mouth and cheeks when they talk, the way the bottom lip puffs out when they pout or scrunches when they're annoyed, it's like... Almost eerie. It's not in the uncanny vally, but it's so far on the side of realism that it feels like I'm looking at a real person.

I think game devs can learn a LOT from this game's animations. I think the closest I've seen to this quality of facial animations was in Horizon: Zero Dawn, maybe Dad of Boy (God of War), but both of those fell short in various ways. Horizon's characters just had kinda dead eye-d stares, and God of War... Well, GoW's animations were pretty beautiful, and the graphic are better than Y0 in general, but the facial animations didn't blow me away quite like this.

Anyway, that's my Yakuza 0 dump. Play this game.

CW for transphobia, there's a character called "Pleasure King" in Kiryu's story that is a trans woman but everyone refers to as a man with he/him pronouns, and Kiryu treats her as kinda gross. Similarly there's a bartender called Mama-san in the bar Earth Angel who is a trans woman, there's a substory involving her that's kinda gross. It's more than a little sexist, too, but imho makes up for it with how kind and chivalrous the two protags are even.

Honestly I kinda want to write a video essay about the sexism in this game because it's a very interesting blend and contrast of real-world sexism and absurd sexist caricatures, and I think it's worth exploring how Kiryu and Majima navigate that world that is for men while (mostly) genuinely respecting the women around them. It's kinda fascinating

Anyway, bye

[anaisanais-stuff]

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51 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

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53 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

I hope isak og even are having a nice day and a nice week 🫶

I hope so too, anon ❤️❤️ Living their best life in Trondheim!

Beautiful art by @o1o0o0o

65 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#2

Unpublished clip from SKAM, Season 3 (from the raw script):

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Thursday 20 October, 15:10

JONAS and ISAK walk out of the school yard after the last class of the day. Around the corner is a bunch of people dressed in neon clothes, yelling about tickets for a revue party. IMPRO they’re loud.

JONAS: That revue thing, man, it reminds me of a sect, I’m getting, like, weird Christian vibes, it’s not right, man

ISAK tries to laugh: Agree

ISAK’s phone beeps, he takes it out, it’s a text from Vilde: Hey, how many people can you host at your place? Here’s a preliminary list of those who said they’ll attend the revue party tomorrow: Chris, Eva, Sana, Julian 1STB, Marianne 2STC, Emma 1STB, Silje 1STA, Eline 1STA, Sara 1STA and Even 3STB. Is it ok if I try to push for 5-6 more? It’ll be cooler if we’re more people.

ISAK’S heart skips a beat when he reads EVEN’S name.

JONAS (off): Should we try setting up a pre-game with Emma and her friends tomorrow or?

ISAK looks up: Yes! Or, tomorrow?

JONAS: Do you have plans?

ISAK stressed: No, or like I don’t know, maybe

JONAS: What are you doing then?

ISAK feels pressured: Just Eskild’s organizing some dinner thing in Kollektivet, like it’s tradition or whatever, I kinda said I’d be there

JONAS: The whole night?

ISAK: Uh yeah, or, I don’t know how long it takes

ISAK and JONAS cross the street and walk towards the tram stop. At that moment ISAK discovers EVEN, who’s already there waiting for the tram. ISAK panics, he can’t deal with EVEN potentially talking to him right in front of JONAS, he can’t mix those two worlds, what if EVEN starts talking about the revue party.

ISAK slows his steps.

ISAK: Let’s just chill here.

JONAS looks over at ISAK with confusion, ISAK looks down at the ground. JONAS sends ISAK an inquisitive glance.

JONAS: What’s the deal with you and that dude?

ISAK stressed: What are you talking about, there’s no deal

JONAS: It’s like you hate him or something

ISAK: Oh okay, no I don’t hate him, he’s just like really annoying

JONAS: How so?

ISAK: How?

JONAS: Yeah?

ISAK: Like, he’s just like… ISAK can’t think of a single thing about EVEN that’s annoying… I don’t know, he’s just annoying.

JONAS: Ok

ISAK goes for convincing: You know, like, some people are just annoying

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109 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Unfilmed scene from the SKAM Season 3 raw script. English translation below.

THURSDAY 17 November 01:55 am

ISAK is lying in bed. It’s completely quiet, but he still can’t sleep. He turns over on his side.

—JUMP

He turns to the other side.

— JUMP

He kicks off the duvet

— JUMP

He sits up

—

He opens the door to his room. NOORA is right outside sleeping on a mattress on the floor. He tiptoes past her.

—

ISAK enters the kitchen. He opens the fridge and vacantly stares inside. He’s forgotten what he was doing. He spots a litago (chocolate milk) with ISAK on it and checks the date. It expired two days ago (DATE). ISAK smells it, it smells fine. He takes a gulp, it tastes fine. He brings the litago with him and takes a seat by the kitchen table, but he doesn’t drink it, he just sits there, staring at nothing. He hears a sound and looks up. He jumps. ESKILD is at the door with a face mask and a towel wrapped around his head.

ISAK: Jeezes!

ESKILD: What are you doing up?

ISAK: You scared me

ESKILD studies ISAK for a moment and sees that he’s tired. He walks over to the kitchen counter and turns on the kettle. There’s an elephant in the room, they haven’t really talked since ESKILD explained Pride to ISAK.

ESKILD: I’ve got this Yogi tea that makes you tired, do you want some?

ISAK: Sure, thanks.

Silence falls again. ISAK takes a gulp of the litago. Perhaps it’s gone bad after all, he smells it again. ESKILD looks at ISAK.

ESKILD: Are you having problems sleeping?

ISAK lies: Nah… there was just some noise outside the window

ESKILD nods but doesn’t believe him. He takes out two cups from a cabinet and opens a pack of Yogi tea. He puts the teabags in the cups and pours boiling water over. ESKILD hands ISAK a cup and sits down. ESKILD adds two spoonfuls of sugar to his own tea and looks over at ISAK, ISAK shakes his head. It’s quiet again. They both take a sip. Large two shot of them, where they’re sitting at the table (both facing the room, not each other), ESKILD with a face mask and a towel wrapped around his head, ISAK with a tired, withdrawn face. ISAK understands that he’s got to say something. He looks at ESKILD and finds his courage.

ISAK: Hey, sorry about what I said.

ESKILD looks at ISAK

ISAK: Dissing gay pride, I didn’t mean it. Seriously.

ESKILD calmly: I know you didn’t mean it.

ISAK looks at ESKILD and nods. It’s quiet between them again. ISAK takes a sip of his tea. ESKILD tries to find an in to what he wants to say.

ESKILD: When I was in 4th grade, Olav from my class said I sounded like a girl.

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132 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

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[daydreamycrustacean]

Thinking about which mgs games are better/worse in terms of their misogyny in comparison to the first solid game, which does kinda get a pass because its "regular 90´s videogame misogyny what can you do about it".

But if we are judging the games on the quantity/quality/plot relevance and impact of its female characters then the best game would be...Maybe mgs3 or mgs2? (Gonna start with mgs2 because I'm gonna do this in chronological order to really see if it gets worse.)

I do think that Metal Gear Solid 2 does sorta better than mgs1 in this regard, first of all, there are more female characters, which doesn't mean that its immediately better, mind you.

But the difference, i think, is in the way that unlike in mgs1 they are not actively sexualized by the camera. In mgs1 both female characters have a moment where the camera focuses on nothing but their butts as they walk, mgs2 never does some other male-gazey equivalent to this (that I remember). I think this makes a big difference, you could say that Fortune´s design is sexualized because she is showing a lot of skin, but I personally never found it that way and I don't mind her design mainly because its never treated as something sexy by the game itself, unlike how Sniper Wolf and Meryl are framed in mgs1.

The female characters in mgs2 are all killed off, though. Except for Rose, who is there to be a "nagging girlfriend", which is not great! but I do think it might be a slight improvement from mgs1. But I just remembered that there's sexy posters of female models strewn across the game environments, so maybe it cancels it out.

Now onto Metal Gear Solid 3, in which when the second on-screen female character that we see appears in the game, we are given a button to stare directly at her boobs. Thats a rooough start and maybe makes it already worse than mgs2, but although eva´s constant sexualization at the beginning of mgs3 is deeply annoying, I do not think it immediately makes her a bad character and I don't really hate her design. She is a charm agent who is here to seduce the protagonist in order to steal information yadda yadda and she succeeds, which doesn't excuse the View Boobies NOW Button (seriously, fuck that) but you know, she has stuff going on she isn't just a romantic interest she has plot relevance and agency, which is nice.

The other two voiced female characters in mgs3, Para-medic and The Boss arent sexualized and they have memorable personalities, The Boss being one of the most important characters in her impact on the series.

I think she and eva are another example on how camera focus and framing does a lot of the objectification on a character. Because unlike with Eva, when The Boss unzips her sneaking suit we are not given the option to sexualize her, take the focus away from her as a whole and into a part of her body. In fact, the act is not sexualized at all, the focus of the scene is on the scar and its meaning, the depth of her words.

So is mgs3 worse? I think it's hard to tell.

Now Me-hahaha... Metal Gear Solid 4 is definitely worse than any of these other games in terms of objectification. no objection. I think its kinda funny and ironic that the only mgs game that passes the Bechdel test is the one that has the Beauty and Beast unit in it. I don't even have to elaborate on how they alone make it worse than any other mgs game in terms of misogyny and sexualization (for now. i will mention mgsv later.) This part is shorter because all you need to know is that they are removed in the mgs4 novel, which should tell you all you need to know about their impact on the plot.

Peace Walker! Its not as egregious as mgs4, but honey its a low bar. I think its the mgs game with the most voiced female characters. they have different and vibrant personalities, great and not immediately gross designs, and varying degrees of plot importance and impact.

Some of them are still treated weirdly though!!! Paz gets the worst of it, and I really don't know where to begin with the way she is treated sometimes. I could say a lot on what specifically bothers me about the way that both strangelove (one of my favorite mgs characters) and paz are written and treated at certain points, but it would make this post way too long. lets just say that portraying your only explicitly lesbian character as predatory and sexualizing a character that we are led to belive is a minor for the most part of the narrative is a big blunder, Kojima.

The gross way that Paz is treated bleeds into ground zeroes, I didnt want to mention her torture tapes (I haven't listened to them. never will) but oh boy those certainly exist!

Okay. now we are finally on Metal Gear Solid V. It is the worst one on this regard. Period. Quiet is the only female character there. why elaborate? shes the most distilled example of a sexy lamp character ever.

Oh wait! we also have hallucination Paz! our second female character! who isn't real and is also half naked.

Finishing this off by going back to mgs1, to say that I actually think Sniper Wolf is great. its surprising, and it was done completely on accident but I think there's something kinda subversive on the way she is initially presented as a sexy femme fatale. You roll your eyes and think "90´s videogames am I right?" as the camera focuses on her low poly ass. thinking that shes only here to be sexy and ~dangerous~. but this initial impression falls away at her death scene, in which she is suddenly given weather-appropriate clothing and the camera treats her with dignity in her final moments. It feels like the fact that she is given these clothes gives her more agency on her interior, more revealing clothes, makes it seems like its something that she chooses to wear rather than a terminal horny videogame developer brain fungus decision. I don't know just a nice closing though, I do like sniper wolf and I don't think this subversion in objectification never happens again in the series. it feels like Kojima wanted this with Quiet with his "you may ogle at her body but shes naked for a Deep reason!!!" bs. which obviously does nothing.

So after all this rambling the answer to "does it get better" is "although it varies from game to game, not really. and the fact that a series that started in the 80´s and ended in the twenty-tens never improves on its writing of women and the most recent game is the worst one in this regard kinda sucks!"

Anyways after this interlude im now gonna go back to drawing mgs fanart. say peace!

(image credit @/captmelbourne)

i rember that a while ago, someone in the mgs tag that had just played mgs1 asked if the treatment of female characters/misogyny of the game series does get better/go away as the games go on. And honestly? even if solid snake´s interactions with women become better over time (the original post was specifically abt the way solid snake talks to women in mgs1) I would argue that the series treatment of women almost gets worse.

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Harvey who (Spencer Reid x reader)

Summary: Spencer accidentally overhears your conversation with Penelope. After hearing the conversation, he thinks you're dating a man named Harvey. But Harvey isn't exactly what spencer thinks he is.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Mentions of divorce

Author note: Ten points if you can guess whose Harvey. What did the nut say while chasing the other nut, I'm a cashew.

It was really rare for Spencer to befriend people within his age range. You however were one of those few exceptions. Your friendship started out as work colleague status which eventually blossomed into a friend outside of work status. Even though that was expected when joining the BAU; when someone new joins they slowly integrate into the family. This was different. Since you were both close in age, you never really saw him as a kid but rather an equal. It was refreshing on his part.

Being in the same age range wasn't the only reason he considered you as a friend. Turns out you are very similar to him in terms of personality and preferences. You both didn't enjoy spending your weekends at noisy clubs but rather enjoy the silence of your home with a good book in hand. You both shared a love of sci-fi shows, his vast knowledge made movie nights more fun as he'd be able to point out the fiction from facts. His rambles were one of the many things you looked forward to at work, so when word got out that you actually enjoy hearing it, he'd obviously started rambling more during your hangouts.

While you were close with Spencer, he obviously wasn't your only friend on the team. You considered everyone on the team to be your friend, but other than Spencer you'd also considered Penelope to be another close friend. While he and you shared some interests, there are just some things that he doesn't understand. Especially newer and recent pop culture. So whenever you needed to geek out on a new video game or tv show, you'd usually talk to her. Because of this, it was a really common occurrence for you to run away to the 'Batcave' during lunch hour. Which exactly was what is happening right now.

For the past week, you've been hanging out a lot with Penelope. During your lunch hour, you'd either go to the 'Batcave' to hang out or go out to have lunch with just the two of you. Spencer was obviously saddened by this cause he was starting to miss being by your side. Of course, he didn't want to intrude on your Garcia time. Therefore, he thought it would be a good idea to buy your favourite pastries and beverage from your favourite café. He wanted to see you just for a bit and see your smile. Seeing that smile would really make his day. So with drinks and pastries in hand, he made his way to the 'Batcave'. He had food for you, him, and Penelope (he didn't want to leave her out).

As he was approaching the room, he could somewhat hear your conversation. However, as he got closer that's when he could truly hear the words that were being uttered. He stopped on a dead track. For what he heard knocked him out of his mismatched socks.

"Ahhh!!! Pen I gave Harvey the bouquet of flowers yesterday. We're officially dating"

" That's so good for Kitten!!! You've been gushing about that doctor all week"

Spencer was shocked. Never had you mentioned that you were seeing someone else. Let alone mentioned that you were interested in a 'Harvey'. Hearing this made his stomach turned. But he really didn't know why. Shouldn't he feel happy for you? You finally found someone who could potentially be a partner that you could spend your whole life with. However he couldn't help but think, where would he be in this equation. Will you have to forgo your friendship to spend time with this Harvey. His brain was running through the many possibilities that he didn't hear the door opening.

" Oh hey Spencie, glad to see you here," you remarked. There you stood at the door with those beautiful (y/e/c) eyes staring back at him.

"Hi there (y/n), I umm.. decided to go to that café you liked to pick up some coffee. While I was there I thought I'd also pick some pastries and drinks for you and Penelope. Uh here you go." he stated as handed the foods and beverages to you. Judging by your smile, you were very delighted by this surprise. You handed Garcia her drink and food.

"Ohh Spencer you are truly a sweetheart" Garcia thanked him. She had also offered Spencer to join them. A part of him wanted to, this was finally a chance to be with you. But another part of him dreaded it, for he was afraid that if he joined the topic of conversation would be about this Harvey. Weighing out the odds he declined Garcia offer.

" I'd really like to but I can't. Derek asked if I could help him with his paperwork umm.. as he seems to be a bit behind so I ahh.. really need to get back to work. I'll see you later." he fumbled with his words as he tried to come up with a good enough excuse. Hopefully, Derek would be willing to play along later.

" Okie Dokie then I'll see you later then. Bye-bye," you responded with a wave. Spencer returned the wave and made his way out of the room. As soon as he was out of your sight, he made a dash for it. Maybe Emily or Derek would know more about this 'Harvey'.

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Since lunch hour was almost over he knew he could find them at their respective desks soon. He took a seat at his desk while waiting for either Morgan or Emily. While waiting, his brain kept running through the many possibilities of what this 'Harvey' guy is like. What made you attracted to him. Was it his looks? His Personality? How did you meet? He kept asking himself all these questions, but of course, his train of thought would be disturbed.

"Umm Spencer, you okay?" Emily concerned seeing him stare into space, it was definitely out of character for him.

Even though Spencer's first intention was to ask Emily and/or Derek about Harvey, the rational side of his brain thought that this was a bad idea. This is your love life, maybe he shouldn't be such a busy body. "Oh, it's nothing” Spencer tried to brush it off maybe he really shouldn’t pry into your love life.

Even though Emily didn’t buy it she didn’t want to pry him further. He’ll tell when he's ready. But of course, Spencer's brain wouldn't let him rest. How long have you been dating? What if you got married to 'Harvey'? Oh, screw it!!!

“Has (y/n) mentioned seeing anyone?” Spencer hesitantly asked Emily

“No. Not That I'm aware of”

Spencer was obviously saddened by this. He was hoping that someone other than Penelope would have intel on Harvey.

"Why is she seeing someone?" Emily was truly shocked. Seeing the way Spencer and you interacted, she thought you two would have a major crush on one another. I mean It was pretty obvious on Spencer's part.

" I mean I'm not too sure. I overheard her conversation with Penelope..." Spencer explained further the details he heard to Emily.

As soon as Spencer finished explaining to Emily, Derek made his appearance. What perfect timing.

" What you two gossiping about?" Derek inquired. Seeing Emily and Spencer so close to each other meant that whatever they were talking about had to be juicy.

" A guy named Harvey stole Spencer's chance on asking (y/n) out" Even though she knew Spencer was having an internal meltdown on this situation, she couldn't help but tease him.

" Hey, I don't have a crush on (y/n). I just wanted to know if either knew more about Harvey. So far the only thing I know is that he's a doctor "

" Wait, I think I know who this 'Harvey' guy is." As soon as Derek stated those words Spencer turned his head and focused towards him.

Spencer was shocked. I mean Emily didn't know anything about Harvey. The girls of the BAU rarely kept secrets from each other. How would Derek know? Or was he just trying to trick him the way most older brothers do to their younger siblings?

" Yeah if I'm not mistaken he's a doctor who works in a clinic. Penelope was telling me how (y/n) would totally be interested in a guy like him. From what she said he's a kind-hearted coffee addict who's into jazz and model planes"

Recalling back from the conversation, Penelope did mention that he was a doctor. Therefore, the Harvey that Derek was telling them had to be the same Harvey he overheard. This was exactly what Spencer wanted, he wanted to know more about Harvey. He got what he wanted yet he felt despaired by this info. But why?

His sad facial expression was obvious to Derek and Emily. You didn't need to be a profiler to be able to see it.

" Hey, Spence don't be sad. Maybe this relationship won't last and then you'll have another chance to ask her out" Emily joked trying her best to reassure him.

" For the last time, I don't have a crush on (y/n). Sure I'm a little bit sad that we won't get to hang out like we used BUT I'm not sad that she finally found a partner. A partner that will spend their whole life making her happy" Spencer tried to convince Derek and Emily. But the way he was explaining it was as if he was also trying to convince himself.

" Really?" Derek raised an eyebrow. He obviously wasn't convinced.

" Yes. My feelings to her are 100% platonic" trying to further convince them.

" Your sad at the idea that she'd likely spend less time with you right?" Derek asked Spencer.

" Yes"

" Why would you be sad in the first place. You weren't sad when JJ started spending less time with you when she and William started to get serious"

" That's different. The dynamic that I have with JJ is different from the dynamic I have with (y/n)"

" Oh really, how so?" a smug tone was now evident in Derek's voice.

" I don't know," Spencer was somewhat frustrated with this interrogation that Derek was conducting.

" The way I see it is your jealous of the idea of her spending time with someone else because you want her to use that time with you"

" That doesn't prove that I have a crush on her," Spencer tried to rebuttal.

" That's not the only thing pretty boy, you also bought drinks and foods for her just so you could spend time with her. You spend most of your time talking and thinking about her. Which is exactly what we're doing right now," Derek continued listing all the other signs that proved that Spencer had a crush on you.

" Well, there you go. All the signs of a crush. Therefore you have hots for (y/n)," Derek teased Spencer.

Maybe Derek was right. Maybe he did have a crush on you.

Shocked at the newfound feelings he had for you, he decided to take a sip of the coffee he bought. He stopped drinking when he realized that this wasn't his drink, but rather Gracia's. He was contemplating if he should return it or wait for Garcia to retrieve her rightful drink. However, since it's been a good 15 minutes since his visit to Garcia's office, he knew he would have to make the first move.

" I'll be right back. I accidentally took Garcia's drink."

Once spencer was out of hearing range, Emily started her own little interrogation.

" Hey! I thought we ALL agreed that (ship name) should and will happen. It was Garcia who came up with the name for goodness sake. Why would she Garcia set (y/n) with somebody else?"

" Trust me Harvey is not who you think he is"

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At this point in time, he thought all conversations of Harvey would halt. He was so wrong. But what he heard this time, made him sick to his stomach.

" If I play my cards right, I should be able to propose in roughly two weeks. After proposing we'll get married after three days. Then I'll have Harvey as my beloved husband" Your chipper voice most likely reflected the immense joy that you were feeling. This was such a huge contrast to what he was feeling. He had this really uneasy feeling in his stomach. A sense of hopelessness, anguish and despair took over his body.

This was a bad idea. You've only just started officially dating yesterday but now you have already planned to get married in less than a month. In their line of work, you should have known better than jumping into a relationship like that.

For a second he thought that this was simply jealousy speaking. Maybe it wasn't right to interfere. But after a second thought, he knew that this was crazy. He will try to talk you out of this little senseless escapade later. For now, he'd stick to his original plan

With a knock on the door, he made his entrance. He handed Penelope her correct drink and she returned his back. Thank whatever deities existed that prevented Penelope from taking a sip from spencer's coffee.

" Hey Spencie, since I should be getting back to my desk let's walk back together" Before even waiting for a response, you instantly made your way next to him. You both said your goodbyes to Garcia and made your way back to your desk.

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Since you planned on proposing to Harvey in two weeks, he knew he had to confront you today and the sooner the better. Throughout the whole day, Spencer has been meaning to talk to you. First, it was during your walk back to the desks. He thought he could broach the subject, however, since it was the end of lunch hour a whole slew of people was in the halls. He couldn't have a private conversation with you.

He made another attempt when he saw you alone in the break room. Even though the break room had an open concept, it was already 5pm therefore half of the people on this floor had already left. Though he wanted to have this conversation in private, this opportunity was better than nothing. He was about to get up from his desk but then he saw Anderson making his way to the break room. He then started a conversation with thus ruining his chances to talk to you ALONE in the break room.

Alright, third times the charm. There he stood outside the door of your apartment. He was kind of hoping you wouldn't be home however he could see the light coming through from under the door and hear your footsteps from inside. He was practically shaking like a leaf, his hands were clammy and rehearsing was he was going to say under his breath. It's now or never.

DING DONG

Once he rang the doorbell, his heart had begun pounding rapidly and a sense of doom began to surface. A part of him wanted to make a run for it, in fact, he was about to make a run for it. But then the door opened.

" Hey Spencie, surprise to see you here. What brings you here at night?" Spencer had been practising on what he was going to say to you the whole day. Before reaching your apartment he had already decided which version of the speech he wanted to say. But now standing here and seeing you in your pyjamas, he ended up fumbling with his sentences. It was a mess.

Your face contorted in confusion, no denying you were puzzled at the words Spencer was trying to say. However, since you were only wearing your pyjamas and still standing at the door, the night air started nipping at your skin. Since the cold was starting to get to you, you invited Spencer inside. Hopefully, he'll be able to properly compose his word inside.

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Spencer was currently sitting on your couch while you were in the kitchen brewing up some coffee. He felt somewhat defeated since he couldn't get the right words out. His shaking hands were the evidence of his nervousness. He needed to calm down.

Breathe in

Breathe out...

Breathe in

Breathe out...

You did always say the breathing exercises did help calm your nerves. Now he was a little bit more calmed and composed. His hands were a little bit shaky but definitely more steady. Rehearsing what he was going to say, he felt like he was ready. He planned to say something around these lines:

1. Tell her what you overheard. Don't forget to apologize for listening to their private conversation.

2. Congratulate you on your new relationship.

3. Try to find out more about Harvey. Maybe she'll tell him something about the relationship that is a major red flag (besides the upcoming proposal)

4. Tell her about overhearing her wanting to propose. Don't forget to apologize again for snooping on a private conversation.

5. Try to put a stop to the engagement. Statistical facts would help to suede her to not propose.

In the many versions of his speech, he did include confessing his feelings but decided against it. It would have been selfish of him to do so. If you did find your true love he'll try to support you the best he can, even if it kills him. But he definitely could not support you in getting married so soon into a relationship. Even if he didn't have feelings for you he would still try to talk you out of it; it was a crazy idea in general.

His internal speech rehearsal was interrupted when he heard the door's of the kitchen opening and the closing. You made your way to the couch with two mugs in hand, you handed spencer's his coffee and set yours onto the coffee table.

" At first I thought your surprise appearance was because you wanted to hang out. But seeing you agitated and fumbling with your words, there's obviously something you want to tell me," Although your voice was calm and soothing, he couldn't help but feel like he was being called out, it just made him nervous.

Nervous to the point where he decided to forgo his original plan

" You can't marry him!!!" Spencer burst out to you.

" I'm sorry, Marry? Marry who exactly?"

" Harvey. I sorry but I overhear your conversation with Garcia earlier. I heard how to were going to propose to Harvey in two weeks"

"Spencer," You called his name in order to stop him. it didn't work.

"From what I heard you only began officially dating yesterday. Also congratulations to that"

"Spencer"

"But I think it's way too soon to propose"

"Spencer"

"Did you know that research surveyed 3000 people, those that dated one to two years dropped their likelihood of divorce by 20 percent at any given time point and those who dated three or more dropped to 50 percent. And..."

" SPENCER!!!"

Spencer stopped his ramble midway. The room became silent. But then your laughter broke said silence.

" Spencer I think you need a little bit more context," you said while rubbing the tears from your little laughing session. "I think instead of telling you maybe you should meet Harvey"

You went to your room to retrieve your laptop to bring it to the living room. Then, you made him sit right next to you so he could see your screen. After clicking on an icon of a chicken on your desktop, the screen opened up to a quaint tune played and the word 'Stardew Valley' appeared. At this point, Spencer was already able to piece it together.

On the screen, your farmer woke up from their bed

HARVEY

Then you had your farmer water the crops that were growing

IS

Then your farmer made their way to the town

The farmer then heads to the clinic. You then click on a brown hair character.

A

"Spencer say hi to Harvey"

On the screen out pops out a dialogue box. Next to the dialogue was a pixelated art of a man with a moustache and glasses. At the bottom of the image was the name of the character: Harvey.

VIDEOGAME CHARACTER

Harvey is a videogame character

Spencer felt a wave of embarrassment wave throughout his body. This moment could easily topple the ranks of Spencer's other embarrassing moments.

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Judging by the prominent blush on his face and the lack of eye-contact, you could tell that he was embarrassed by this predicament.

" So let me get this straight, you thought I was gonna marry someone I've only been dating for less than a month. And you came here to talk me out of it?" confirmation of his action would help understand this situation better. Plus it was cute to see him blush.

" Yes," he answered timidly.

" In our line of work, I don't think so," hopefully a joke would bring back his spirits.

" That's what I thought of too" Spencer chuckled.

The feeling of comfort was present in the room. Now would be a perfect time, here goes.

" You wanna know why out of all the other town's folks, Harvey was the one I choose"

Spencer gave you a confused look

"Cause he's one who's the most like you. You're both shy, love your coffee way too much and plus you kinda look alike. I guess what I'm trying to say is the reason I'm dating Harvey is cause he's just like you. And I uhh.... really wanna date you cause I like you," now it was your turn to avoid eye contact and fumble with your words.

Throughout your confession, Spencer just sat there quietly with his mouth agape. " I completely understand if you don't feel the same, we can continue to be just friends if you want..." you continued on using whatever reassurance needed to be said in order to save your friendship.

Your little ramble stopped when Spencer uttered these beautiful words:

" I feel the same way. I like you too"

With the two of you knowing your true feelings for one another, you looked at each other with a loving look. "So now that I know I don't have to compete with Harvey, How would you like to go out on a date with me?" Spencer asked.

" I'd loved to go on a date with you"

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The Girl with the Purple Hair

A/N: No smut here, guys, sorry to disappoint you - just some fluff. I wrote this fic literally four (!) years ago - one of my first k-pop fics and my first non-smut fic. I never reposted it here for some reason, but an ask I received recently got me to re-read it and I remembered how proud I was of it when I wrote it, so here it is. Please don’t judge me :P

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Purple.

 It’s the first word that comes to mind when you see her. And how could it not be, given the color of her hair? It’s not like purple hair is a common thing - not like there are other people in the noisy, crowded bar that have purple hair. In fact, this is probably the first time you’ve seen someone in person with purple hair. Normal people had normal colored hair, like black or brown or blonde. Her hair isn’t some lazy dye job, either, with shades and highlights and a gradient to the violet strands.

 You don’t want to be caught staring, and so you steal glances at her every now and then, and every time you look her way, the first thing you notice is the wavy strands of purple as they play about her shoulders, falling lazily down like a waterfall on an alien world, where the water happens to be purple.

 Beautiful.

 It’s the next word that comes to mind, because were anyone to look just a little past the eye-dazzling color of her hair, they’d find a beautiful face, made with delicate, small features. She is traditionally beautiful in the sense that any man or woman  would agree with you if you said “here is an attractive human being.” There is a timelessness, a universality to her beauty. She could have been born a hundred years ago and still be considered pleasing to the eye - purple hair aside, she could be a painting of a woman from a time gone by, dressed up in the fashion of a model from the magazines of today.

 There is a playfulness about her features at the moment, as she indulges in conversation with the three other girls at her table. Her three friends are nothing to sneeze at, but she makes them all pale in comparison - part of it is the ridiculous, daring color of her hair, but there is something more than that. She possesses a magnetism, an allure that makes her stand out amongst three girls that, were they anywhere else, would easily be the most attractive girls in the room.

 You’re not alone either, sitting as you are with a few of your friends at your own table on the other side of the small bar. It is Friday evening, and as is custom with your co-workers, you all headed to the bar to celebrate another week gone by. But they are currently immersed in a conversation about some work-related topic, some absent co-worker or client (you weren’t really sure anymore) that was frustrating them. Uninterested in the topic, you found your attention drifting, naturally, to the girl with the purple hair.

 You notice that she has a certain aloofness about her, a certain detached nature from the conversation her three friends are having, and for a moment you wonder if perhaps she is in the same boat as you - stuck at a bar with friends who are babbling about co-workers or video games or guys or shopping or cars or clothes or those girls in the random k-pop video playing on one of the big screen TVs, when clearly you’d rather be anywhere but there.

 The other three girls seem like average girls, typical of the type you’d see at a downtown bar on a Friday night, out to have a good time with friends whilst under the influence of perhaps one too many alcoholic beverages. They are the type that would head to a club after they are sufficiently liquored up at this bar, spend the night dancing, post a group picture on Instagram when the night is at its peak, and then make a post on Facebook about how awesome it was the day after.

 But the girl with the purple hair seems different from the other three.

 She lets her gaze wander, and for a split second you are afraid again that perhaps she would catch you staring, but thankfully her eyes drift in a direction opposite from you. She lets a small, almost imperceptible sigh escape her lips, and you wonder if perhaps she would rather be somewhere else, perhaps at home on the couch binge watching some random show on Netflix, or playing Overwatch, or indulging in some random artistic pursuit that you didn’t even know existed.

 She seems like the type that would play Overwatch. She seems like the type that paints, or makes her own earrings that she sells on Etsy, or likes to watch movies in foreign languages. Maybe she watches them with the subtitles off sometimes, just to see if she can understand what they’re talking about simply from the universality of gestures made by foreign hands and the tones of foreign voices coming from foreign mouths.

 The sudden realization that you are framing this random girl in your mind rattles you a bit, and you smile to yourself as you shake your head, as if to rid those stupid, childish thoughts. You didn’t know this girl, not even in the slightest, and it was wrong of you to impose a character, a personality, on someone you knew nothing about.

 You play idly with the small glass of whiskey in your hand, watching as the amber brown liquid swirls about. You take a sip and appreciate the warm taste of it in your mouth and down your throat, appreciating the soft burn, the soft warmth it leaves behind.

 You take a moment to try to tune back into the conversation your friends are having, but they are knee-deep in a conversation about a Super Nintendo game. You loved vintage games - there was something about the original plastic in your hands, and the classic, blocky pixels on your screen, that made it feel more authentic in the way an emulator on a modern console could never be.

 You are about to join in on the conversation, about to tell your friends about some random game you picked up online, when a movement on the other side of the bar catches your attention - the girl in the purple hair is raising a glass. One of her friends is speaking earnestly, it appears, and after finishing her little speech the brunette girl next to her gives her a hug - perhaps it was a toast? Perhaps it is the brunette’s birthday? It probably was. Either way, the girls clink their glasses together, and down their shots in one gulp.

 The girl in the purple hair scrunches her face as she forces the strong liquor down her throat. Immediately you think that perhaps it the cutest thing you’d ever witnessed, and you find that a small smile has appeared, unconsciously, on your lips.

 The four girls share that wonderful post-shot reaction with each other, complaining about how awesome that small bit of alcohol they just had was. Together three of them tease the orange-haired, thin girl who is struggling with the alcohol and having a coughing fit. They laugh and one of them grabs her phone to take a picture of the poor girl, who, to her credit, is laughing along with them, probably out of embarrassment.

 The girl with the purple hair joins in on the fun, saying something that must have been hilarious, for all three of her companions burst out in laughter - including the thin girl struggling with the shot. The girl smiles, and her eyes narrow to thin half-arcs. In that moment she is the picture of happiness and joy.

 She says something else to her group - you assume it is her declaring that the next round is on her. She stands, and the girls make way for her to leave their table.

 For the first time you get a glimpse of her from head to toe. She is wearing a short, black dress, and what appears to be a grey patterned collared shirt beneath it. The dress is plain and relatively short but not overly so, showing off her long, slender legs without being improper or overly suggestive. It’s an interesting outfit; classy enough to be worn to work, whilst casual enough for a night out with the girls.

 Here again she differs from her compatriots, who appear to be dressed in typical club girl outfits, with short tops and skirts, heels and small, glamorous purses and accessories. If ever there was a club girl starter kit, they were perfect models.

 But the girl with the purple hair, as you’ve come to see, is a little different from her friends.  

 You watch as she approaches the bar. There is an elegance in the way she walks, which is admirable considering the alcohol you presume she’s consumed thus far this evening.

 Later on, you’ll wonder where your sudden burst of confidence came from. But at that moment, when the girl with the purple hair reaches the bar and tries, unsuccessfully, to flag down the overly busy bartender, you see an opportunity.

 Hastily, you mumble something to your friends about grabbing the next round, and step away from the table. Out of the corner of your ear, you hear one of your friends wonder where you’re going, and another say that you still have an almost full pitcher at your table - but they are irrelevant now. Nothing else exists aside from the thirty feet between you and the spot at the bar next to the girl with the purple hair.

 Where did this come from, this sudden burst of confidence, this sudden need to get up and go over to this girl to talk to her? Was it the liquor, the liquid confidence coursing through your veins? No. It was the desire, nay, the need to speak to this girl, the need to see if she really was everything you’d built up in your mind. You needed to speak to her, to ask her her name, maybe find out a little about her. Even if she shot you down before you could get a sentence out, well, at least you had tried. You couldn’t bear the thought of wondering what might have been had you not done something.

 Ten feet away. You take a deep breath, and ready what you are about to say in your mind. Some comment about her hair? A stupid, corny joke, just to break the ice?

 Five feet away. Maybe some witty comment about bad bartenders?

 Two feet - and suddenly your thoughts disappear, and your mind goes blank as the girl with the purple hair turns her head and makes eye contact with you. Later you would realize that moment seemed to go on forever. You were hardly the mushy, sentimental type, but you finally understood why the movies slow that moment down, why the soft music plays in the background during those scenes. You wonder if this is what it feels like when someone who will be important in your life looks at you for the first time.

 You are relieved, beyond words, to see a smile appear on her lips.

 You smile back, although you wonder if perhaps the nervousness coursing throughout every fibre of your being is having an effect on your smile, and if you are actually grimacing oddly at her instead of smiling. But your mouth and lips miraculously follow the orders sent to them by your dazzled mind, because her smile widens a little bit in the way that smiles do when they are returned.

 It is just a second, maybe two, of the many billions of seconds in your life, but it felt like an eternity.

 You reach the bar, your legs - your wonderful, reliable, stable legs - by some miracle not failing you and delivering you safely to the bar without collapsing due to sheer nervousness. You remember who you are, what you came here to do, and you try to act as casual as your nerves could allow you to. You make a show of trying to flag down the bartender, but he is busy on the other end of the bar catering to some especially loud patrons.

 Your mind is racing, trying and failing to remember what it was you were going to say to the girl with the purple hair, your nerves suddenly afire at the mere proximity of the young woman you’d been stealing glances at all night. You were far from inexperienced with the opposite sex, far from being some timid fool when it came to approaching them. But this one was different. This one was special.

 Maybe you should just say hi. Start simple, y’know? But dammit, that never works. You needed something witty, something memorable, something that would make her laugh and giggle and think ‘clearly this man’s shirt is made of boyfriend material and I should throw myself into his arms posthaste.’ You don’t get that with hi!. No one gets that with hi. Girls want someone cocky and confident and sure of himself. No one ever just says hi! You know who approaches girls and says hi? Single guys, that’s who! Don’t just say hi!

 Dammit! What were you going to say? Your mind races, tries to think back to other times you’d approached girls, tries to remember what you said to them when you were successful. Gah! Your mind fails you, returns only a simple blank slate, as though your mind had put on its hat and jacket, hung up a sign that said “you’re on your own, kid,” and then started to walk home.

You tap your fingers nervously on the bar surface, trying, and perhaps failing, to appear as casual as possible as you stare, blankly, in the general direction of the too-busy bartender as he struggles to pour the correct kinds of alcohol in the correct kinds of glasses in the correct proportions.

 Clearly you needed to make some witty comment to break the ice. A small joke, perhaps? A corny one, or a genuinely funny one? What was a good joke… dammit! Damn you, mind, and your vacation time! Perhaps mention something… about… sports! Yes, it was a bar, and there were sports playing on the TVs. Maybe she was a hockey fan? Or soccer? What if she liked one, but not the other? Which sport had the highest proportion of purple haired fans? What if she thought sports were stupid, a male-dominated dick measuring contest that wasn’t worth her time or attention, and she thought less of you for liking them? Dammit!

 Maybe you should comment on her hair? Maybe something along the lines of… perhaps… using her hair to get the bartender’s attention? Then segue into how it got your attention. That’s it. Hahahaha, you laugh nervously in your mind’s eye. Then she would say how she was hoping you’d come over to talk to her, and you’d say she was awesome and you’d go on a date the next day and get married a month after that and later you’d have kids and live happily ever-

 There is a soft tap on your forearm. You turn, nervously, to the girl with the purple hair, and the sight of her face, her eyes locked on yours, that bright smile once again on her lips, causes your heart to skip a beat like it was a crack on the sidewalk.

 The next day, when you’d recovered from the whirlwind of the night’s events, you’d realize that her first words to you, the first sounds you’d hear from her voice, would sound like music. And it was crazy, considering it was just a single syllable, a single word, but someone could have told you that the entirety of Beethoven’s works were held within that syllable, and you’d have believed it.

 The girl with the purple hair’s mouth opens, her lips part, a she leans towards you with a soft smile and says:

 “...Hi.”

[amistyshadow]

Let me tell you about a dream I had a few nights ago.

Warning ⚠️ this has mentioned abuse and hinted kidnapping family deaths betrayal and murder along with some homophobia

I didn’t sleep well for almost the whole night I woke up at 2 in the morning, and just tossed and turned for the rest of the night until around 7am I could finally sleep. But when I did, I had this really weird dream.

The dream was about two families. The first family was a family just like you and me; there was a husband named Lucas, a wife named Care, they had three children. A son named Edward, a daughter named Lysa (with a y), and then there was the youngest, sweet little Andrew. The second family however… looked like a normal and esteemed family from the outside… but on the inside they were monsters. There was a husband named Marlin, but something didn’t feel right about him from the start, he was always smiling no matter what happened, like he was looking at you like you were a piece of meat. A wife named Stephanie, she was beautiful and an ex model, but she was very vain, cruel, and thrived off of other people’s misery, even if it was her own family. A daughter, Eve, and finally the youngest, a son called Matt.

The Dream starts off in an old cartoon style like; He-Man, Shera, and Scooby Doo. Cartoons that aired in the 1990s or in the early 2000s. The two families are very clearly shown to be enemies and not like each other at all. The cartoon starts out as normal, with a running gag of Marlin and Cheetos, but something doesn’t feel right… no matter how much Marlin expresses his distaste for the Howards, he never stops smiling. I’m always uneasy when Marlin is on screen.

The episodes start out normal with some silly gags here and there. But then after the first or second episode… things start to take a dark turn as the screen goes black. When the screen comes back; it’s not in the old cartoon version like it was before, it’s now in some pixilated video game with the main character being a middle school girl with pigtails. And the weird thing is, this girl isn’t a part of the Howards family or a part of Marlin’s family. Actually… she didn’t appear in any of the episodes… not even as a background character.

I guess I should have mentioned this sooner, but… I’m not me in my dream. I’m in this dark room, just looking at this old TV I remember seeing in the window of an antique shop once. When I look behind me, there’s this locked door with a dim light shining through the cracks. I look back to the TV that’s trapped in the lonely room with me. With hands that clearly aren’t mine, I reach out and pick up a video game controller, and start playing the game.

(Yes, I know these drawings suck, but keep in mind that this is the first ever time that I have ever attempted to make pixilated characters. So please be nice in the comments I know they’re crappy! 😂)

It’s not clear what the point or objective is until I walk the girl over to this sheet of paper on the ground. It says at the top of my screen; “4/16 notes”. This seems out of the blue but I continue to collect the girl’s notes. In each panel of the background; there’s a black truck of some kind with some guy inside. The man had a stubble beard, a red cap with the word “UPS” on, and a smile on his face. He was just sitting there staring at the girl in every panel. Wherever the player went the black truck was present in the background somewhere. Some people would be confused by this, but for some reason… I knew who it was; it was Marlin… Marlin was stalking this girl.

After I collect all of the notes, the top of the screen reads; “Time to go home; 0/1” When you go to the street that the girl lives on, that’s when it happens. Marlin’s truck pulls up and the girl stops, the screen cuts to black and all you hear is a blood curdling scream. What happened to her? I have no clue. I don’t know if he killed her, or if he kidnapped her.

When the screen pulls up again, we’re back to the old cartoon style episodes that we started with, but Marlin is less and less present in the scenes and Stephanie seems more and more aggressive when she harasses the Howards. After each episode, another mini game pulls up, and each time you play as a different victim of Marlin. One is an elementary school boy who gets lost on his way home from school. Another is a young, new, stressed out high school teacher. The third one is a high school delinquent. And the final one is another middle schooler, who is in 6th grade and was running away from bullies. All games end in the same way; with Marlin’s truck pulling up next to them and the screen turns to black.

After each mini game and before the next episode comes on; there are black text-boxes, and what they say vary. “My lord, thank you for sending another one of your meek little lambs. I will continue with your work my Lord. Thy will be done.” and; “Why? Why does she always get everything that I can’t have? Why does she get to have the life that I deserve?” along with, “What did she do to deserve the life that I was supposed to have? It was supposed to be me. She doesn’t deserve that life.” And; “I’ve seen your sign my Lord, I understand; you will receive another lamb soon. Thy will be done.”

After the fourth victim, things take a dark turn for the Howards. Sweet little Andrew Howards… has been found dead with his skull bashed in. His death devastated the family. Care became a shut-in, she locked herself away and barely left the house after the death of her baby boy. Every time Edward and Lysa leave the house, even if it’s just when they go to school, Care freaks out and begs them not to leave the house. Lucas is bitter, angry, and vengeful to bring his son’s murderer to justice. But at the same time he neglects what is left of his family.

I automatically thought it was Marlin… but it’s not him… it can’t be him, is what my head kept telling me. Stephanie is shown having a toxic and unhealthy relationship with her children and having insane expectations of them. The episodes get more weird when it shows Stephanie taunting Care multiple times. She is clearly very happy about Care’s depression. Eve and Matt have stopped harassing the Howards ever since Andrew’s death.

A year and a few months pass and Lysa’s sanity begins to wear more and more thin as her family falls apart by the day. Lysa has tried to stay the same, but everyone around her has changed. With her brother sneaking out of the house under their parent’s radars. Her mom growing more and more depressed and clingy with her son and daughter, along with developing schizophrenia. And as for her dad… he grows barely attached to his family because he’s too busy with his mind only set on revenge. Lysa is growing tired of no one acknowledging her existence and people not caring, she’s growing tired of her once perfect and happy family becoming more broken by the day.

Meanwhile Edward has been sneaking out of the house to hang out with some bad friends, with him growing into a rebellious teen towards his helicopter parents. I don’t remember how, but I do remember seeing Edward being bloody and bandaged. But it wasn’t his dad, or his sister patching him up, it wasn’t his mom or his “friends” either… It was Matt. But those were just flashes.

And I don’t remember exactly how it played out… but Edward and Matt had been seeing each other. As in “SeEiNg” each other. Yes… I was slightly surprised as well. Especially when my dirty mind went so far as to… uh… well… I didn’t see anything but I did see them in a bed… under the sheets with each other… so basically they-

Yeah… that 🤭👆

But while having a healthy relationship with Matt helps Edward improve his mental state enough to where he starts to feel like his old self again, he had completely forgotten about his little sister, who was suffering just like him. After Lucas finds out about Edward and Matt’s relationship, (and I don’t know if this is actually what happened) he apologizes for being absent and the only time when he’s present in the kid’s lives, he’s strict and is always hard on them. But… it’s too late.

After Lysa and Edward had a fight… the screen fades to black… when it comes back on; Lysa is in the 8-bit pixilated mini game, just like all of Marlin’s victims were before. Now we play as her, but this time; there’s no black truck in the background, there’s no Marlin. Which is interesting because this is the first time we play as an 8-bit character, but there is no objects to collect, no task no objective, no truck… No Marlin.

The 8-bit character that is Lysa is shown crying and sad, the player wanders aimlessly around, until they go to a spot on the map that wasn’t accessible to the player when they played as all the other characters before. In the area, is a bridge, it starts to rain and as she walks along the bridge; a text-box appears for Lysa’s speech. “Why did you have to die Andy?” *walks across bridge* “I miss you as well… but your death has broken our home…” *walks across bridge more* “…and mama…” *walks more* “… and dad…” *walks a few more steps once more* “I can’t even recognize Eddie anymore…” Lysa stops and faces the bridge railings, all of the sudden the screen glitches as another text box appears, as Lysa goes closer and closer to the edge of the bridge until she is stood on the railing of the bridge. “I don’t think I can take this anymore… I’ve always been too weak for this world…” *the screen flickers* “Home doesn’t even feel like home anymore…” The screen flickers more, and as it does, Marlin’s black truck pulls up to where Lysa is… then it cuts off.

When the screen turns on again; it cuts to a missing poster of Lysa Howards. This is all really confusing to me, because out of all of Marlin’s victims, Lysa is the only one to get a missing person poster.

It was chaos in the Howards house. If not for Matt; Edward would have become a shut-in like his mother. Care was sent to a mental hospital, after multiple attempts of taking her own life, and Lucas was convinced that his little girl’s disappearance was Marlin’s doing.

Speaking of Marlin; at his home he is shown to be an extremely religious man and it is also revealed that he and Stephanie only see each other as business partners instead of husband and wife. Stephanie is revealed to be unhappy with her life and her deranged husband, always envious of Care who had everything she could only dream of having. Marlin also sheds some light onto the way he sees his victims to his daughter, Eve. He views all of his victims as necessary sacrificial lambs as offerings to his lord. He doesn’t believe he is doing anything wrong and is acting as a holy man.

Marlin and Stephanie both find out about Matt and his relationship with Eddward. They beat him while yelling homophobic slurs at him. Eve stands up to her parents and tries her best to protect her little brother. Now this part… I don’t really remember, but one thing lead to another and by the end of it… Marlin ends up accidentally killing his own daughter. Now Marlin sees this as a major sin, especially when she was not an offering, and whatever threads of sanity he had left is gone.

Matt had ran away to his partner. Talking about how desperately he wants to end this cycle of abuse. Matt and Edward weren’t present anywhere else in my dream after that. But I do remember that Lucas and Marlin had some kind of epic showdown in the 8-bit mini game style again. With the player having a boss fight.

By the end of it, Lucas announces that he will murder Marlin like he had murdered his son. Marlin then gives Lucas a confused look as he laughs and breathes out, “I was never the one responsible for your children Howards… not even little Lysa.”

Flash into the future; Lucas Howards is arrested for the murder of Marlin Devon, who’s body was not present at the scene. According to the news; he was also charged with kidnapping and murder of Andrew and Lysa Howards, along with Domestic Violence against Care Howards who is still in mental treatment to this day. Even though there wasn’t nearly enough evidence to back up the claims… Lucas was found guilty, (the aud- diditly dang- dacity!) as the screen fades to black.

When the screen cuts back on, you’re back in the 8-bit style world playing as a little girl who has Matt’s eyes and Edward’s hair. Text boxes appear, showing that Matt and Edward are calling for the little girl named, Abby. Abby goes with her Dads as the player makes them walk to the same spot on the bridge where Lysa had disappeared all those years ago. Where her body has still never been found. Abby drops the flowers at the bridge as the music stops… and a black truck pulls up. The screen turns to static with a text box reading… “Thy will be done…”

[thebeebi]

your little games pt. 10

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: fluff in later chapters, smut, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 3.3k+ [part 10] 

a/n: Hello hello wonderful people! I am sorry for the long wait! Thank you for wonderful messages for my birthday, I really appreciate it. ♥ I am back with a new chapter for the series after a week. It has been a long wait but I think you might like this chapter because in the last one and in this one we can see Jungkook’s character slowly developing. 

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You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9

You were sitting in the carriage silently, looking out of the window. At that moment, it did not matter that Jungkook was in a mad mood and was watching you. “When did he ask for your hand in marriage?” You did not look at him even though you knew he was pointing that question at you. “After I met you. We knew each other even before.” You answered. Jungkook frowned and was quiet for a while. Once he spoke up, it was evident in his tone of voice, that he was irritated. “Would you have married him, if you were still a virgin?” You turned your head to him looking into his eyes knowing that you should not lie to him. “I have no inheritance. His parents would disagree with the marriage because of it. I would not be able to do so.”

“You are not mentioning love.” Jungkook started slowly. You looked down at your hands that were holding each other. “Love has no place in marriage.” You admitted bitterly. “Marriages are for profits and benefits. The lovers are looking for happiness and love in the green grass. They throw away the caution so they could have each other at that moment. I do not understand them.” Jungkook was watching you. “Now I see… you were never in love before and you were never tempted to feel like that. You are too innocent when it comes to love. You are untouched in that area.” He scoffed. You looked up at him, staring into his eyes. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” You replied quickly. “I am not a virgin. What you are saying does not make sense.” Jungkook laughed at your cluelessness. “It almost sounds like you are asking me to teach you what it is. But that would mean I might make you feel happy but you have to pay for what you and your companion did to me.” You glared at him. “I still have no idea what you are talking about.” You looked away while Jungkook was still watching you. “And you are making no sense. I have nothing to do with what they did. Do I have to repeat it for you?”

“Oh please, save it.” He sighed and looked out of the carriage that was slowly going towards the shop of the dressmaker. “I don’t need your lies anyway.” He mumbled but loud enough for you to hear it. “LIES?” You turned your whole body to him, almost ready to jump on him. “Who are you to say that?” Jungkook suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. “Calm down, Y/N. You are having an attitude and I don’t like that.” He warned you. You gulped dryly when he bore his dark eyes into yours. It made you forget the reason you were mad and you looked down. I need to learn how to control myself. “I am sorry.” You whispered. You hated yourself for actually apologizing and that you were such a coward. Any other woman would scream at him, scratch him or in the worst-case scenario, slap him but you could not imagine yourself hurting him, not because you pitied him but because you were worried about what he might do to you.

Jungkook let go of you with a smirk after seeing you apologize and admit the defeat. “You should think before speaking, little one. Otherwise, you will get tired of saying sorry so often.”  You pulled away from him, trying to sit further, in the opposite corner of him. Once you were in a safe distance, you murmured. “It is hard to bite my tongue when you are insulting me.” You sighed and continued. “You are hurting my pride and destroying my self-esteem.” Jungkook cocked his head to the side. “I never said I would not do that. I am not going to let you have any of that.” He looked away from you, watching the world moving from the window. “I told you what you could expect. Did you think I was lying to you?” You shook your head and suddenly a lone tear fell on your hand, followed by the others. You wiped them hastily and Jungkook did not even turn around to see you. He just cursed underneath his nose and pulled out the handkerchief, giving it to you. “There you go,” said Jungkook. “You will need it. And if you intend on crying so often, I recommend you to get your own. It is irritating me that I don’t have mine when I need it.”

“Okay, Jungkook.” You whispered softly, too afraid to remind him that you do not own anything, not even a handkerchief. During the rest of the route, Jungkook was staring out of the window without speaking a word. The carriage was filled with chilling silence and it made you feel even tenser than usually. When you finally arrived, Mrs Dubois was waiting in front of her shop with a huge smile on her lips. Captain Jeon looked like a rich man to her, the type of man who would spend a fortune on his mistresses. Well, that was her first impression of him when he went there for the first time to buy you the dresses you never got to wear before you ran away. To Mrs Dubois, Jungkook looked like a man who knows how to treat his women and since she was still quite young, she knew how to appreciate him. When Jungkook helped you down of the carriage, you placed your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself once your feet touched the ground. He took the cloak off your shoulders and Mrs Dubois looked at the red dress you were wearing. She smiled satisfied, knowing that her work was just made for you and no other woman would as good in this dress.

Mrs Dubois was really curious about the woman when Jungkook was buying such a small dress. She never got to meet you until now. She assumed Jungkook found some kind of mistress and now brought her – you, to her shop. She looked you up and down until her eyes landed on your golden ring. “Madam Dubois, let me introduce you to my wife,” She looked at Jungkook confused but before she could say anything, she stopped herself knowing that it was not the best choice. She heard many of her female clients talk about captain Jeon and how they wished to be in his bed and she honestly wanted that too, never thinking about the possibility of him being married. “Mrs Jeon, it is a pleasure to meet you. I have seen numerous women who wanted to get your husband in their bed, but I gotta say, none of them was as beautiful as you.” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at the unnecessary remarks but continued. “My wife needs a few dresses, madam.” The woman suddenly realised the mistake she made and stepped back looking at Jungkook quickly. “Oui, sir, let’s go inside.“ She was aware that men don’t like to share much about their love life even more in front of their wives but she completely forgot this fact even while looking at the ring on your finger.

The three of you walked inside and you made your way towards the colourful materials that would be later used for making dresses. Jungkook made his way towards the sofa, while she was still staring at you thinking about how petite you were but still elegant and charming. In her eyes, any man would love to get close to you, to touch you, to feel you. No wonder, captain Jeon Jungkook married you. To her, you looked like a match made in heaven. Knowing her place, she sighed and gave up on the thoughts of ever getting close to Jungkook again. She walked towards him, bowing to him while whispering in french since she came from France 3 years ago and opened her shop in this little town. “She is a pure perfection, right sir?” Jungkook was the whole time watching you touching the materials, feeling them wondering how much they would cost you. He did not look back at Mrs Dubois even when she whispered. “Oui, madam. She is heavenly.” Jungkook nodded and spoke in the french back at her.

You turned to both of them, not understanding any of their conversations because languages were not your strongest subject. You weren’t expecting less from Jungkook but him speaking in French surprised you. You sighed and suddenly you realised they acted too close to your liking. To you, it looked like she was just another woman from his list of whores he slept with. You turned and walked to them furiously, mad at Jungkook that he brought you to this shop. When you got too close, the boldness suddenly disappeared and you made a quick turn to the right to look at the easel that was holding the papers with a few sketches of the dress designs. You took it from the easel and started studying it, wanting to distract yourself from the woman and Jungkook behind you. You were looking at the model of the modern dress that had a revealing neckline. Only an easy woman would wear that kind of dress. I don’t like it.

When you finally looked up from the sketch, you found out that there was some strange boy staring at you, who just came into the main room from the small room that was hiding being the curtain. His eyes were hungrily looking you up and down, staying longer on the lowcut neckline of your dress and your bust. Even though you knew you were wearing the dress, under his sight it felt like they were seethrough. He licked his lower lip and started walking towards you. Your eyes widened seeing him and when he started approaching you, you froze in fear. The boy took it as your way of showing him affection, welcoming him. He smiled but it was not his lucky day. Jungkook looked at you noticing the movement in the room and when he saw the young man approaching you, it was the last straw that made Jungkook lose it. At first the kidnappers, then your old love and now this young boy. You are his and not any public spectacle everyone could look at. Jungkook hated whenever other men looked at you.

Jungkook was overtaken by the uncontrollable anger and in a second he was on the opposite side of the room. Once you noticed Jungkook was coming closer, you squealed a little, moving to the side, letting him pass by. Jungkook grabbed the young man’s collar, lifted him from the floor and started shaking him. “You bastard, you dirt from the filthiest ground, I will teach you how to distance yourself from MY wife. Just wait till I am finished with you” Jungkook emphasised the word my through his teeth. The poor man was confused and scared because mad Jungkook was scary even for you but angry Jungkook was something you would never want to meet yourself. You stood there still frozen looking at the situation unfolding in front of you but Mrs Dubois jumped towards Jungkook to grab his hands.

“Sir! Monsieur!” She screamed begging Jungkook to stop. “Monsieur Jeon, I beg you. He is just a child. He did not want to offend you. Please, let him go. I am begging you!” Jungkook took a deep breath and slowly let go of the other male. He still had his jaw clenched. Once he let go of the younger male, Mrs Dubois grabbed the boy angrily and pulled him back behind the curtain cursing at him. You could not see what was happening but a loud slap echoed in the shop and you were sure you heard sobs coming from the boy. You nor Jungkook moved until she came back. “I am sorry, monsieur Jeon,” She bowed and then turned to you. “Madam Jeon, he is my nephew. A stupid child but …” she shrugged and smiled apologetically. “but a pure Frenchman.” She tried to say that was the reason for his action but Jungkook was not having it. He cocked his head to the side staring at the woman who tried to bullshit her way out. Once she noticed Jungkook was not amused by her explanation, she moved closer to you, pulling your hand and making you sit on the sofa, showing you all kinds of sketches of dresses she had.

“Let’s start with materials. I recommend using this one,“ she pointed at the material. “for an everyday type of dresses and then this one,” she pointed at a different kind of material, that was so much softer than the first one underneath your curious fingers. “for special occasions. It is just perfect for your type of skin. It is soft,” The smile you had on your lips while touching it slowly disappeared and you looked away. “It does not matter, madam.” You whispered. “Whatever you pick is fine.” She looked at you confused but then once she met her eyes with Jungkook for approval, she got reminded of how carefully he was choosing material for the undergarment. It had to be the softest sheer silk and it had to be up to his liking. She smiled realising how jealous he is when it comes to you, and she was very well aware of how difficult it is going to be for him when he will have to chase away all of the men that are going to come near you. Your face was showing innocence but also your body was too tempting to resist. She knew Jungkook is going to have a tough time.

“Captain Jeon, could you please take madam to the dressing room so we try on some dresses? I have a few sketches made according to the latest trends.” She turned and disappeared into the back side of the shop. She pulled out the chair asking Jungkook to sit down and then she turned to you. “Madam, if you let me, I will unbutton this and once you take it off, I will measure you.” You did as you were told and the dressmaker started measuring every inch of your body. She told you to spread your arms, to hold your breath and to lift up the soft sating undergarment you were wearing. “Well and now madam, suck in your belly.” Said Mrs Dubois once she put the meter around your hips. You looked at Jungkook who was grinning the whole time and when he noticed your death stares he shrugged satisfied. “I cannot do that.” The woman who was sitting in front of you on her legs was wondering why it was such a problem to do this kind of simple task but then it hit her. She looked up with a smile on her lips. “Madam is expecting a little baby, right?” she asked.

You looked away blushing. “Yes,” The woman turned to look at Jungkook. “That is great! So Monsieur Jeon is a proud dad, right?” Jungkook’s grin grew wider. “Of course, Mrs Dubois.“ She smiled and looked back at you thinking. There is no chance the child is not his. His behaviour and how he admitted that instantly… Well, looks like they are going to be a big family one day. She caressed your belly and stood up. “Well, monsieur, that made me happy. You did not blush nor stuttered when you admitted you were going to be a father. That is good. Very good. No man should be ashamed of what he did.” She looked at you then back at him. “And your wife is going to be the most beautiful, enchanting and charming mother, right monsieur?” Jungkook looked at you and she noticed that his eyes lit up. “Exactly, madam. The most beautiful one.“ He admitted honestly.

Oh, look at him! Though Mrs Dubois with a sigh. He cannot wait to have her in the bed again. The little madam is never going to be without the child in the womb for long. He is not going to get tired of her. Oh, how I wish I could be the one. The woman was thinking about the married couple’s future and how jealous she was of you actually getting him first. “Madam has the body of the goddess. Full bust, narrow middle. She is just made for loving.” You looked down shyly. You felt like a slave that was being sold to some man to offer him pleasure. Mrs Dubois was not talking about the body of just some woman, but yours. She had no right to abase you. You shut your eyes and huffed at her remarks and once you opened your eyes, looking into the mirror, you saw that Jungkook was watching you through it. It almost felt like the time stopped and you could not, nor did you want to move or turn from him. Not even when his eyes moved lower and you were well-aware of his eyes on your clothed breast, you did not move. You knew the material of your undergarment was sheer but you still did not do anything but watch his handsome face.

“I am going to grab the sketches. If your wife wishes to dress up again, I will button her up once I come back,” Said Mrs Dubois and disappeared from the room. You finally moved to grab your dress, breaking eye contact with Jungkook’s face in the mirror. You pulled them up waiting for Mrs Dubois so she could help her, but you looked up once you felt a quick tug on your skirt. Jungkook pulled you closer to him, making you stand in between his thighs. You looked over your shoulder with a slightly opened mouth a wide-opened eyes. Your heart was beating fast, even Jungkook noticed it and laughed a little. “Why are you so scared, my little bunny? I just wanted to help you button them up.“ He turned you around to make you face him and unintentionally your hands went up to cover up your bust. “You don’t need to hide, little one. No one else is going to look at you in here. Only me and my eyes.” You did not breathe because you were scared that if you took a breath your bust would touch his face. He was just too close. “Please,” you whispered. “Madam is going to come back soon,” Jungkook scoffed at your remark. “If you will listen and do so, she will come back to see a loving husband helping his beautiful wife. Or do you want her to see-“ You turned around not letting him continue what he was about to say. Jungkook laughed and while he was buttoning up your dress, Mrs Dubois came back with the sketches. “I brought everything I have. As you will see, you have many to choose from.” The dressmaker cleaned up the small table and put all of her works down. Jungkook sit down and you kneeled down in front of him curiously. Mrs Dubois took that as a cue to push the table closer to you, making you stuck between Jungkook’s thighs and the table.

You started looking through the sketches, falling in love with every one of them but you knew he would not spend such a fortune on you. You stared longingly at one particular dress but then sighed and looked away. “Don’t you have sketches of more simple dresses, more… cheaper?“ You asked the dressmaker. She looked at you surprised and Jungkook straightened up in his chair, placing his hand on your shoulder leaning over to you. “My love, I have enough money to buy you any of these dresses.” He said looking at the sketches. Mrs Dubois exhaled with satisfaction. Jungkook bit his lower lip for a second and then returned to his cold expression. He loved wearing stylish clothes and he is not going to let you – his wife think about money when it comes to buying the new dresses. “I think you are too afraid to spend my money,” his hand slid from your shoulder to your chin. He turned your head to look at him and then softly caressed your cheek. “I will help you pick some if you want.”

Chapter 11

a/n: Well??? What do you think? Did you notice something in this chapter? ANY THEORIES? ♥ I am really curious! I hope you enjoyed it!

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Scenario: Putting Make-Up on Nekoma Boys

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Lev Haiba, Alisa Haiba cause I love her sm omfg

A/n: This was HEAVILY inspired by my desire to look feminine the way guys are just because of a tiktok video. Small warning (?) I literally do not know how to describe doing Lev’s make up, because it just looks so fucking complicated. (also can you imagine how pretty timeskip Lev would look with that makeup look??? Just god, chef’s kiss dude).  Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my first scenario thing.

Inspo; Kenma’s, Lev’s, Alisa’s

🖤❤️🖤

Kozume Kenma

You knew putting on make-up on your boyfriend wasn’t going to be that difficult. He’s used to sitting on a chair hours on end, being unbothered by anything around him. Getting him to agree to doing it was the difficult part. This mission all started when you as Kenma’s lover got tagged repeatedly in a video where a girl was begging you to do make up on him, to complete the femboy look. Since he already wore a skirt for a tiktok trend once.

After much planning and looking for the perfect time you finally convinced him to put it as a reward for a charity stream he was doing. If the donations got to 100k he would let you put on make up on him.

“I still think this is a bad idea.” He chuckled setting up his stream. You, who was laying on his bed watching him mischievously grinned, “Why not??? 100K is a lot of money, I doubt people would donate that much.”

Oh how wrong you were. Within the first hour the donation already double that number and Kenma could only glare at you for convincing him to do it. You burst in laughter when he looked at you desperately wanting the stream to be over already. “Fine, just don’t put a full face on me.” 

You laughed and introduced yourself to the stream before going to put on his make up. You had decided to do a tiktok look where the guys are feminine the way boys are. By defining his cheekbones, giving him slightly bushier brows, deepening his eyes, and finally a bit of eyeliner. His stream went wild.

Everyone, excluding him, seems to be enjoying the entire process and the end result. His fans even begun donating more and requesting other make up looks to you.

“Babe look, someone want me to use bold colors on you. Can I do it?”

“No.”

You laughed every time he would immediately say no at your request, but you didn’t miss the slight blush that crept to his face every single time. You had a slight hunch that he actually enjoyed being dolled up. A mental reminder made it’s way to your mind to ask him after the stream if he wanted to do it more often. 

You were almost 100% sure he’d say yes. 

“Right take it off.” You ignored him and went back to your position in the background. “Y/n I swear.”

“What you don’t think I did a good job?” You decided to teased him much further. He groaned and turned his chair to face you. “I love you, I really do, but please take it off.”

Giggling, you strode to him and gave him a light peck on his forehead. 

“You look incredible, anyways, don’t you have games to play on your stream? Just take it off after.”

You walked back to the bed with a smug grin feeling like you’d won, until, “200k and I’m forcing them to go against me in any game 1v1. It’ll be funny watching them rage and get embarrassed at how bad they are. ” 

The donation bar was at 190K.

Lev Haiba

Lev was very used to using make up, not full on full faced make up but more of a touch up. He was a model after all. But his make up looks were always to make his already beautiful natural face shine even more. It was never editorial or over the top and you desperately wanted to change that.

“Babe?” You called him when he got home after working. He hummed in reply. “Would you let me put on make up on you?”

Immediately, he jumped over to your side with the biggest smile in his face, he looked like a energetic puppy. “So, yes?” You looked at him with an amused grin. In which he replied to your question nodding enthusiastically. 

Because he came home earlier than he usually do, you decided to do the make up on him right at that moment. That and because he followed you around like a lost puppy for 5 minutes straight whilst you were doing other chores, very expectant about the pretty make up you were going to put on him.

You decided to pick a bright blue eyeshadow that would not only match his dark navy suit he was wearing for a photoshoot, but also his beautiful eyes. After hours of working you were pleasantly surprised that Lev stayed still. Or at least still enough for you to work without a mess. 

He still talked here and there. Not to mention how he would sometimes look at you dead in the eyes with the most love stricken gaze. It flustered you, yet you were determined to finish the look. 

Once you were finally finished, you brought the mirror close to him and he exploded with joy. “Baby you did incredible!!! How did you do this?!?!” he didn’t stop complimenting you or admiring your work, even as you were setting up some lighting for some photos. Because even you had thought it looked too amazing to not be photographed. 

After taking some pics which was easier due to his modelling skills, you had to physically drag him to the bathroom to wash all of it off. He complained and whined to you but you still forced him to clean it, afraid he would get acne if he kept it overnight.

The next day at work though, you got a message from Lev. 

‘CONGRATS!!! You’re my new make up artist now, I won’t take no for an answer  😁’

You spammed him repeatedly asking him what he meant by that but he just left you on read.

Alisa Haiba

You already knew your girlfriend, Alisa Haiba, was a rather hopeless romantic. But you’d never expected it would’ve placed you, her lover, in this kind of situation. Currently you were in front of an already dressed Alisa ready for her shoot and you were expected to put on make up on her. 

“Love, this is too much pressure.” You looked at the array of make up tools Alisa had set up for you in a nervous wreck.

“I know you’re good at make up!! I just wanted to show your skills off to my team!” She smiled rather expectantly at you. 

With eyes like an excited kitten ready to play you couldn’t refuse. 

See it all started when you were experimenting with your own make up. Trying to do random editorial looks and so on. What you didn’t account for was your peeping girlfriend in the door frame watching your every move with sparkles in her eyes.

Her mind raced with the possibilities of the both of you working together in a set, her as your model. To her it seemed like a dream come true and a way to satisfy her imaginative mind when it came to romance. Though, you being in the situation right now, you couldn’t help but feel anxious at the eager gazes of everyone in the room. 

From the make up artists working on the other models, to the photographer. Everyone was waiting for you to make the first move, they wanted to see what Alisa’s chatter was about when she recommended you for a high end brand modeling job.

“Remind me what the theme was again?” You gulped nervously as you started racking your brain for ideas. “Angelic.” She answered.

Finally exhaling the breath you’ve been holding, you picked up a brush and began to work on her eyes. You had seen her looks in all of her modeling gigs, they used a lot of light blue to contrast with her beautiful platinum hair and bright blue eyes. So, you wanted to do something different.

Something that would most likely impress the people around you and hopefully not bring down Alisa’s reputation for recommending you. 

After you were done, you held your breath once more and stepped aside to let Alisa look at the mirror. Shockingly she squealed and jumped to crush you in a hug.

“It’s so pretty!!!” That exact moment you could feel the tension in the entire room drop immediately. 

Everyone was rather impressed by your skills and especially Alisa who begged you to be her MUA for the rest of her career. Which you declined with a wry smile, you didn’t think you could handle the crushing pressure that the stares of everyone in the room would bring every single time. 

[starshine-effendy]

Fanboy Shoto x Singer Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of MHA these characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

Okay in this AU, You're a Singer and a model and you're really popular and Shoto, is a secret fanboy of you.

Disclaimer: sexual Harrassment by a random guy and kissing

Italics are your thoughts :3

Ahem... Let's begin

Endeavor was trying his best to make up for his wrong doings to his family, so being the man he is, he snuck to Shoto's room to find anything that could get him closer to his son, he ended up finding a poster of you under his table. For a moment Endeavor was surprised that Shoto was interested in you and he was also offended that Shoto has a poster of you and not of him, but that's kinda understandable for him. Endeavor stares at the poster of you for a moment before an idea came to his head.

The next day, Endeavour burst into Shoto's room and told him to get ready for a photoshoot. It took a while to convince Shoto but at the end he finally agreed. Endeavour waited downstairs for Shoto to finally come, but when Shoto came he was dressed in casual clothing, it was so casual but he somehow looked like a model with it. There was a painful argument between Endeavour and Shoto before Shoto agreed to get in the car.

You were getting ready with a red and white dress. You didn't need any make up cause you have ✨NATURAL BEAUTY✨ which is why your photoshoots usually take a short time. Shoto had arrived right after you were ready for the photoshoot, the photographer informed the team that another model would be coming, but he never mentioned that it would be Shoto Todoroki, the son of the current number One Hero!

When Shoto stepped into the studio, you were the first thing he saw, his eyes widen. You caught a glance of him and started to walk towards him... Wait... YOU WERE WALKING TOWARDS HIM! Shoto's breathing started getting faster, but he kept a straight face, he was secretly freaking out.

"Hi! I'm Y/N" You said cheerfully. You were prettier up close, your smile is so bright, your hair's so smooth and sleek, your eyes are luminous, your scent is just truly exquisite, and that dress you're wearing looked gorgeous on you, it made Shoto faintly blush. "S-Shoto...! Shoto Todoroki.." He looked away from your eyes.

"Ohh! The Shoto Todoroki? You won 2nd place in the UA festival right? It's really nice to meet you" Your smile got wider.

"Y-yeah... It's nice to meet you too.."

The photographer came to greet Shoto and lead him towards the dressing room, leaving you alone, so you go on your phone. 5 minutes passed, another member of the photoshoot team reminded you that this photoshoot was going on for a week. You nodded.

Hmmm... A week with Shoto huh... Well I might as well get to know him..

15 minutes passed and Shoto was approaching you. He was wearing a red suit with a white tie and black pants and black shoes, not gonna lie he looks good. Once Shoto had approached you he reached out his hand for you, you held it and walked with him to set.

"Hey, you look good with a suit. It really suits you" (😏) You said.

"Thanks," He said, slightly happy.

"Hey, we're gonna be in this photoshoot for a week, I was thinking we could go for gelato after this, I wanna get to know you better Shoto," You said with a smile.

"Y-yea... That would be nice" Shoto said with a slight blush. The Person He admired just asked him out... OH MY GOD YOU'RE GOING TO EAT GELATO TOGETHER!

You both reached the set, the photographer looked so excited to see the both of you. He was directing the both of you how to pose. "Hey, you're okay if you get close with Y/N right?" The photographer asked. "As long as Y/N is okay with it, then I should also be fine," Shoto answered. The photographer didn't even bother to ask you, but he saw you nod and he got the signal.

You were asked to sit back to back with Shoto. Click... Click.. "PERFECTION! NEXT!" The photographer yelled. Your hair is braided in this one, it was a sitting pose pretending that Shoto was braiding your hair. "AMAZING! NEXT" you were asked to hold Shoto's chest and Shoto asked to hold your waist, both of you were blushing through this one. "BEAUTIFUL!!! GET THE NEXT OUTFITS!" You and Shoto are wearing white pajamas now. You were asked to lay in bed together with your face really close together smiling, the entire thing made you blush... like a lot. 

What if my breath is bad... What if he's uncomfortable with my breathing... Oh gosh What if he's not okay with it... I'd have to handle the awkwardness for another 6 days... 

"Are you okay with that?" Shoto asked with a faint blush on his face. "A-as long as you are," you squeaked. Both of you got into position, your hands were behind his shoulder... Oh my gosh... He smells amazing... This is too close...  Oh God... You felt something rise up between Shoto's legs, which made you blush more. "THAT'S A WRAP AND NOW I'M ON FIVE!" The photographer said as he tossed his camera to the air, his assistant caught it. Shoto got off you, the team could see both your cheeks were red and the tent on Shoto's pants. Shoto didn't look at you.

"You still up for gelato...?" You said with a nervous voice, trying to break the awkwardness between you both.

OH GOD! DOES HE ALREADY HATE ME!? PLEASE I'M SORRY FOR TODAY!! WHAT IF HE CAN'T BEAR WITH ME FOR 6 MORE DAYS!! WHAT IF HE'S GONNA SAY I'M A PERVERT?! THAT'S GONNA RUIN MY DREAM OF BEING A SINGER IF HE'S GONNA CALL ME NAMES PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!!

Shoto looked at you, "Yea.." He answered. You breathed a sigh of relieve.

"Well then I'll get ready" You said leaving with a smile.

Shoto was waiting for you outside the studio wearing his casual clothing... If he had known he was going out with you he would've worn something nicer... He sighed. You came out wearing a nice light blue themed dress...."You're beautiful with everything you wore..." Shoto thought. Shoto held his hand out, you looked at it or a second and held it.

~~At the Gelato store~~

You and Shoto are eating your gelato while talking about a lot of things. Shoto's really nice and polite, a complete gentleman. Your fans were constantly bombarding you with requests for pictures, and being the nice person you are you'd say yes. They also flooded you with questions if you were on a date with Shoto Todoroki, which you would always say with a smile "No no... This is just a hangout" Shoto was wondering how you kept a smile on your face for so long.

Shoto had went to the toilet and not even 30 seconds passed when a man started harassing you. "Hey!!! Y/N!! It's been my Dream to sleep with you since I started seeing you!! Can you please make that dream come true?!? Please!!!!" He said pleading you. You were refusing and saying "Sorry, no" for a minute now. The employees were also telling him to leave when they heard what he was saying to you, he finally gave up, but not before stealing your unfinished gelato and licking it all over. You and the employee of the store just looked at him in disgust... What the heck... That's mine. You didn't want to start anything since he was finally silent and not harassing you.

When Shoto came out of the toilet the man was walking out of the store, he walked up to you and saw that your gelato was gone. "Oh.. Are you done with it already?" He asked politely. You shook your head and pointed at the man who just left "He stole it," you said, you didn't sound cheerful about it. You took a deep breath trying to remind yourself that it's just a gelato and you could get another one, you looked up at Shoto who was looking furious. "I'll just buy another one," The employee who witnessed you being harassed nervously said "It's okay ma'am! I'll just get you another one!" You looked at her, "Thank you," Your smile returned. You sat down at the table again facing worried Shoto.

"What happened?" Shoto said

"Nothing, that guy was just crazy" You said trying to avoid the topic.

"Here you go, Y/N!" The employee said, handing you another gelato. You gave her the money for it but the employee declined. "Please, I insist! You helped me out back there so just take it," You said cheerfully, the employee sighed and took the money. Once you and Shoto were done with your gelatos, Shoto told you to wait outside for him. You nodded and waited outside, Shoto went to the employee who offered you the free gelato and asked them what happened. "Well, a man came in when you headed to the bathroom and asked Y/N to do something inappropriate with her, when I asked him to leave, he kept refusing. Soon he did give up... But he took Y/N's gelato with him," The employee said. Shoto stood there dumbfounded for a minute trying to process what the employee has just said. When he finally did, he tipped the employee and thanked them and left the gelato store. Shoto made up his mind about something though. He will personally hunt the man down and send him to jail.

Shoto stepped out of the store and saw you with your smile, it felt so real... but is your smile actually fake? Shoto slowly held out his hand, you looked at it and held it, with a smile. "Where are we going now?" You said, 

"We could go hang out more if you want but if you're tired I could always escort you home," Shoto said. 

You thought for a moment and gasped, "Let's go to that Carnival near the beach!"

"A carnival?"

"Yea! There's a Ferris wheel, games, prizes, food, and bumper cars!" You said so excitedly.

"Sounds fun, let's go,"

~~At The Carnival~~

You and Shoto were holding hands the entire time. You decided to try playing ball toss, you wanted the red and white doll so badly because you wanted a memory for today, in the end, you won the game with a little help with your quirk. You hugged the doll tightly and it made Shoto look away blushing, then you and Shoto shared cotton candy, it was sweet! You and Shoto never had so much fun before. It was peaceful, and you feel protected around Shoto since he's such a gentleman, it's... pleasant. After a lot of games and rides, it was getting dark so you and Shoto agreed to go on the Ferris wheel and eat dinner before you go back home. ...I wish this day would last longer.. You and Shoto went inside the cabin.

"This was really fun Shoto," You said excitedly.

"I'm glad you're having fun," Shoto said, a smile was growing on his face.

You held Shoto's hand tight, Shoto looked at your hands and realize how close you were from each other. Shoto caressing your hand with his thumb, this made you blush and look at him. Both of you were staring into each other's eyes, admiring one another's eyes in a very loving way. Without thinking, you leaned forward softly meeting your lips with Shoto's. You were kissing Shoto. WAIT! YOU WERE KISSING SHOTO HOLY CRAP WAIT NO! OH MY GOD THIS IS REALLY HAPPE- Your thoughts were interrupted because Shoto was kissing you back.

HOLY CRAP THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! I'M KISSING SHOTO! MY HEART'S GOING TO EXPLODE! SEND HELP! PLEASE NEVER LET THIS END! PLEASE LET ME BE STUCK IN THIS RIDE FOR 5 MORE HOURS!

For a second everything surrounding you and Shoto faded, it was just you and him holding each other's hands tightly, finger intertwined, pressing your lips against one another, softly and tenderly, his lips were so soft. After what seemed like a second and an eternity, both of you gently pulled apart. The two of you were blushing.

OH JEEZ, I'M BLUSHING AREN'T I!? WHY DID I KISS HIM!? I'M- OH MY GOD MY HEART'S GOING TO EXPLODE..

"I-...I-I'm sorry!" You stuttered, "I.. uh.. it's just that... I" You were trying to get the words out but they weren't cooperating with you. Shoto gave you a faint smile before kissing your forehead, "It's okay. I enjoyed it, your lips are very soft" You felt your cheeks burn, if you were pink before you were definitely red now. You took a deep breath trying to regain your composure, "This is.. nice Shoto, I'm happy you came today,"

"I'm glad too," Shoto soothed, "Does this mean you're my girlfriend now? Because if you are I'd be really honored to have you as something more than friends," blush was appearing on his cheeks.

You looked at him wide eyed, your heart was beating fast again.

He wasn't like other guys, he's not pushing you to do anything and he was a gentleman the entire day, he isn't so bad of a guy right? And the feeling you have with him was unique, you never felt anything like it before, safe, peaceful, happy, warm and comfortable. Shoto was making you feel this, and you loved it, you love him.

You smiled, "I'd be honored to be called your girlfriend, Shoto,"

Shoto looked away from your eyes, you were too beautiful to handle, "Then I guess that dinner is a date now,"

"I guess it is,"

[pwnyta]

I'm starting to think that some cookies really needs a redesign/new models because some of them really...don't look good at all. For example they really need to redesign coffee cookie to match coffee tribe look/lore. Fire spirit and wind archer defo needs a lil bit more details because let's be honest they look more like rares than legendaries . Also lemon and dinosour too idk how to explain that but they look.... weird (?).

Also do you have any tier list about your favorite/least favorite cookies that laying around? I wanna ask more questions but idk which cookies you like other than milk and dark choco

Well I disagree they should be redesigned but a costume to maybe make them fit in more with the standard now YES. ... Like Dark Enchantress' design is not terrible but like her hair is obviously like an old design choice to make it look more like the white frosting and her costume fills her hair in more and just looks amazing.

Lemon I think it might be because hes so lanky? He stands out because of it, same with Whipped Cream but Whipped Cream has a stronger design and his legs are probably designed to make him look en pointe where as Lemon is just super lanky. I have no problems with Dino tho IDK lol.

TIER LIST MAKER IT IS! (I only added NPCs if they were top tiers) Thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk at length about Cookies. Im delighted. Feel free to ask on commentary on other characters I didnt talk about

TOP 10 in my favs-

-Milk is obviously my absolute fav. I love loyalty in characters, I love buff sweet boys... Milk is perfect. I love the broken pedestal hero worship hes got and I genuinely dread and am overly invested in Milk and DCs meeting.

-Dark Choco is a tragic character im very invested in. And I currently have a knife at the throat of Kingdom if they dare hurt him anymore. The point is digging in as of the story out so far but I know hes got to get that evil costume mode in before things get better for him probably...

-Cotton Candy was my first fully maxed out character because I stared the game while a CC max out event was running and she carried me so god damn far in the game I owe her everything. Shes also adorable.

-Blueberry Pie is just a baddie all around and she also helped me get higher scores for a very long time. I loved the game when she was meta. She made everything so easy.

-Herb is baby. I love that hes friends with monster plants, the main baddies crazy sister, high-class rich boys and also is Sea Fairies son? or something in the comics... like what on earth is going on with this man?

- DJ is basically rainbow Lucio whats not to love? I only wish they were a musical healer too but w/e. Still adorable.

- Hero also helped me for a hot minute in early game and is also Iron Man so...

- Strawberry is my absolute baby and I love her more and more with each appearance.

- Millennial Tree is my favorite Legendary, I think hes beautiful, I love earth tones and his serene personality with his massively destructive ability is just everything. Coincidentally he seems a lot like Zhongli and then now in Kingdom shares an EN VA with him. Which I just think is funny.

- Black Raisin is terrific, she really stands out to me from the rest of the Kingdom-only Cookies and I just hope she comes to Ovenbreak.

Top 10 in Pretty Great-

- Aloe! Aloes first run was before I got into the series so the only thing I knew about her was what Ive seen in the fandom... and the fandom made her into like... a fuck boy type? Kinda and I hated 'him' but after she got the spotlight I adore her. Again that loyalty... shes just a sweetheart.

- Hydrangea is such the opposite of my usual type... but shes such a callous bitch to her boss that its just so fucking funny. Her design is beautiful and her personality is hilarious so.... She also taught me how to spell Hydrangea without looking it up!

- Almond may be a cop but more importantly hes a caring father and I love that. Cant go wrong with an over-worked, sweet father.

- Pancake has kind of an annoying personality.... but hes the reason I got into Cookie Run in the first place. I saw a pic of him while looking at fandom discourse and was like... WHO IS THIS CUTIE PIE?! So hes got a special place in my heart.

- Captain Ice is similar to Almond but I dont like her design as much. But shes still a baddie.

- Amber Sugar looks like he'd bee annoying but he was actually very cute in his story quest. He is peak tsundere unlike a lot of 'tsundere' characters who are just assholes that people insist have a good heart. Amber is actually does. Hes a good boy and his design is very cute.

- Pistachio is on of my favs... but I do think her design is MEGA DATED.

- Red Velvet is so unfortunate getting roped into DEs side as if its not her own fault that people are scared of the cake monsters. But his design is amazing and his love for little cake dogs is super cute.

- Prophets design is also amazing... I love that he tells fortunes and his mustache is a fortune cookie that when he speaks it cracks at the crease... thats so clever! Hes also pretty funny. -hold him up like a potato- I JUST THINK HES NEAT.

- Roguefort... classic. are they a bit of a bitch? SURE. Are they hilarious? Absolutely. Also their costumes are great. The bastard never misses.

Top 5 Good cookies-

- Dark Enchantress, Scorpion, Lotus, Wasabi. Sometimes you can be a rancid bitch and a bad bitch at the same time... I cant help it... I kinda of love these awful femme fatales.

- Yogurt Cream is also just kind of the worst... but hes funny about it.

- Squid Ink is one of the few characters that make me understand SKRUNKLY. I love that everyone is scared of this sobbing baby... its very funny.

- Raspberry Mousse... The fact he seems oblivious and confused by his own attraction to Rose just makes him amazing. Hes the weirdest incel.

- Birthday Cake is a mood.

- Earl Grey would be higher if he didnt look so much like Roguefort. The fact he just blindly follows the creepy twins is weird and uhm... kind of great, he doesnt seem evil but his duty is to serve them. Hes just incidentally on the bad side which is kind of funny.

- Sparkling is sort of like that too... the event with Roguefort had him like be an accessory to almost murder because he was like 'People tell me things, I knew shit was happening but thats none of my business.' LIKE? LMAO Ok. Herb your boyfriend is out of control.

Top 5 Takem or Leavem

- Avocado has a great personality but I genuinely hate her design, its so ugly. She needs a costume so bad pls Devsis...

- Fig is just weird all around but its not as fun or funny as the ones in 'good'.

- Eclairs design is technically good but also doesnt look like his namesake and also also looks too much like Roguefort and Earl Grey which is so tired at this point.

- Affogatos design his simply gorgeous but what a dick.

- Space Donuts design Ive always hated but its bear jelly costume is everything and its gameplay is pretty fun.

- Something about Apple just irritates me.

- Licorice also irritates me but I think hes the best of this category because I think thats the point of his character... hes like the Nuka (Lion King II) of Cookie Run...

- Madeleine was my favorite designed character for the Kingdom pre-release but his personality is obnoxious.

- Yam too is obnoxious. I was more tolerant of him earlier when he didnt have much screen time but now has been in the spotlight several times and hes just insufferable.

- Muscle is one of my fav characters to play as because his skill is challenging but very fun when you get the hang of it... but hes hideous and has an annoying personality.

- Carol is fine but her design is so terrible... Thats really the only thing but I hate it so much and her personality is a big shrug from me.

- Cocoa has the inverse problem... her design is phenomenal, its so fucking cute she used to be one of my favs before the Christmas event.. but her personality is fucking grating I just cant stand her.

- Ice Juggler is a clown, I hate clowns... also I hate douchey characters. Theres literally nothing appealing about this character, even their skill is just boring. How are you going to be an asshole to Banana Cookie whos just a sweetie pie?

- Sugar Glass seems like a character I would like... but even for me shes a bit much and her design is garish as fuck.

- Ginseng just skeeves me out because its clear that the flower is embedded in his head and his eyebrows and beard are its roots... its so gross...