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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 years ago

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Just A Kiss

Joining the congrats train for @withacapitalp, happy birthday Liam! You're not escaping the frog theme and cursed Steve, not on my watch.

"Look man, I don't really care if you're actually a prince, a model or a lying hobo, the answer is still no."

The frog looked at him with so much sass Eddie actually considered caving in, but...nah. It was disgusting. Even though it looked kind of cute with that weird pattern on its head that looked like a really fluffy mane of hair, light brown eyes and slight pout. "Like it's going to kill you, man," it croaked out and Eddie took another drag from his cigarette. Talking frogs. Yep, just another normal day in Hawkins.

"Look, even if I wanted to, which I don't - zoofilia isn't cool under any pretense, just for your info - I'm pretty sure I'm just high as a kite. You're a frog, which duh, you probably know that, but...uh. I don't want to wake up in the morning with the unsettling knowledge that I smooched some poor non-consenting animal and all I got from that was some rash on my mouth. Hey, can animals even consent? That's...no, you can't." One more drag of his cigarette. Maybe two. Make it another cigarette, shit. He didn't think that one joint was so strong.

The frog rolled his eyes again. "I'm not telling you to go and such face with a dolphin or something. Plus animals don't give consent because they a) can't talk, b) aren't cursed human beings. Like yours truly."

Eddie bit the filter in a futile attempt to sober up. Didn't help. "So you've said. Cursed human. Sorry if I don't believe you, froggy."

"It's Steve."

Eddie snorted out the smoke through his nose. "Steve. A frog named Steve."

There it was, that adorable eye roll again. "It's a temporary frog, otherwise full-time human Steve." It even tried to put its...paws? No, not paws, frogs don't have paws, legs? Front legs? Cute legs. Those, on its...hips? Eddie didn't know enough about frog anatomy but hell. It was adorable.

He giggled, brushing back his hair. "Sure, full-time human Steve. Is this a part-time job, then? A hobby?"

"A fucking curse, that's what it is." The frog almost growled, except it ended the annoyed tone with an unintentional ribbit. "Shit. Have you ever had hiccups? This - ribbit - oh god fuck why - ribbit - is worse."

Eddie just shook his head, wondering if he'd remember this trip the next day. He hoped so. "You'd think it would be natural to you." When the frog - sorry, Steve - just stared, he corrected himself. "For a frog, I mean. Which you're obviously not, except now you are-"

"Which part of a it-was-a-curse-from-an-old-hag-my-dad-pissed-off-a-few-decades-ago don't you understand? Ribbit, god make it stop-"

"Pretty much everything that wasn't a ribbit, pal," grinned Eddie and lit another cigarette. But it was a bit too quiet and when he turned to part-time-frog Steve, he wondered if maybe the trip was finally going away, if he'd just been chilling with an innocent frog for which his nerdy brain made a full page of lore, except- "What?" he asked the frog who was eyeing his smokes.

The frog groaned and tried to rub its still-not-sure-if-leg-or-paw over its forehead. "Look, if you're not willing to put me out of my misery either by - ribbit fuck this - stepping on me or giving me an absolutely consensual kiss, at least give me a cigarette. After the day I've had, I really need it."

"Uhhhh..." Eddie thought for a moment. Was it animal cruelty if he lit up a cigarette and put it next to a frog? The frog didn't have to smoke it, right? And he had no way of verifying if the frog was a minor. In...frog years or whatever.

The frog narrowed its eyes at him. "A kiss or a cigarette, dude. Choose now."

"Geez, so demanding for such a little guy," grumbled Eddie but obliged, lit another cigarette and handed it to the frog...the frog who grabbed it with both palms and took a long drag from it, closing its eyes.

"I really, really needed this," it muttered. Eddie wondered it being a frog would help him save on the smokes. It looked like its lungs were fairly small, one cigarette would last him for ages, but how would he buy them? So many questions...questions interrupted by Steve blowing a tiny puff of smoke from its - his? - mouth and looking at Eddie. "Don't you have better things to do than smoke with a temporary frog on a Friday evening?"

Eddie rolled his eyes. "I liked you better when all you could say was ribbit. But actually no, I'm waiting for a few of my friends."

And wow, could that frog smirk. "Can't wait to meet them."

Eddie was still pretty convinced that kissing a frog was off the table. But when a familiar pizza van parked next to him, Jonathan and Argyle jumping out, he found himself reconsidering. Just a little. Because it would have saved him from the following conversation.

"How are you doing, my man?" smiled Argyle and pulled Eddie into a hug, cracking his spine in the process. Argyle's bear hugs tended to do that.

Jonathan just stood there, staring. "Is that frog smoking a cigarette?"

The world slowed down and Eddie was just about to explain that the weed was a bit too strong this time and he might have hallucinated that the frog was talking to him, but then it blew another cloud of smoke from its tiny mouth and glared at Jonathan. "You've got a problem with that?" it asked in a dangerous croak.

"Oh yeah," offered Eddie weakly, "guys, this is Steve. Steve, this is Jonathan and Argyle."

And Argyle, bless his perpetually stoned heart, just walked towards Steve and shook his front leg/paw/hand/whatever. "Cool, nice to meet you, dude! Hey, do you just smoke cigarettes or are you in for some Purple Palm Tree Delight?"

Full time Steve or whatever just gave a pleased ribbit. "I thought you'd never ask."

And that's how Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle ended up stoned out of their minds...along with a frog. The nights were warm and they ended up napping next to each other in a patch of grass next to the Lover's Lake, setting tiny stoned Steve to the side to make sure no one crushed him in their sleep. And Eddie, in his blissed out state of mind, really didn't look forward to the next morning. Froggy Steve was fun. He liked Steve. He didn't look forward to the moment he'd have to accept that Steve was just a shared hallucination between the three of them.

Except...

Except in the morning, he got woken up by someone cuddling him. And that wasn't unusual, Argyle was a cuddler, except he was wrapped around Jonathan like a very dependent octopus. Maybe it was the blanket. Yes, definitely, the blanket must have fallen off him and crumpled behind his back and-

And the blanket snored.

Flipping around, he found himself face to face with an absolutely gorgeous young man. The bitchy slope of his eyebrow, furrowed in sleep, the numerous moles...Eddie's breath hitched.

Before he realized what was happening, his eyes opened and the lazy smile he gave Eddie made him want to jump in the lake and swim to the other side and back. Just to cool down a little bit. "Morning, Eddie," he yawned and Eddie recognized that voice. With or without the ribbit.

"...Steve?" he tried, and the smile just widened. "Oh god, this is going to sound so weird, but I was really convinced that you were a frog when I met you yesterday."

Steve just stretched those biteable arms above his head and groaned, closing his eyes again. Only then did Eddie notice he was wearing his spare clothes, a bit too tight and mismatched, but it was all he had in the van. "I was a frog, man. Is your memory usually this bad?"

Eddie's mouth hung open. Oh okay. That explained everything. Except it fucking didn't. "Uhhhh...no. I mean. I remembered you being a frog so it's a good thing, no?" Squinting at Steve, he slowly added, "how come you're not a frog anymore?" It sounded stupid, even to him.

But Steve just rolled his eyes with clear affection. "It's what I told you when I met you. A kiss."

"Did I kiss a frog? I mean, you?!" he blurted out before he could catch himself, unsure which one of those two things shocked him more.

One more disapproving head shake. "Shit memory, told you. Nah, it was Argyle. We were high, I mentioned the curse thing and Argyle just said "anything for my bro" and kissed me. I turned back and you...uh. Kind of freaked out because I didn't have any clothes on, so you raced back to your van to get me something. Then we smoked a bit more and went to sleep."

"Oh." Maybe the weed really was stronger than usual because Eddie's mouth had no filter that morning, even more so than usual. "Is it weird that I'm kind of jealous of him?"

Steve opened one eye and smirked at him. "What, you dream of kissing frogs often?"

Eddie hit his shoulder and laughed, mindful of the sleeping pair next to him. "Nope, but sure will dream of kissing you, pretty boy. Unless that would turn you back. Would it?"

There were hands on his hips pulling him down, back to the inviting grass and towards Steve's warm body. "Only one way to find out," he grinned.

#steddie #implied jargyle #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things ficlet

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techramonic · 5 months ago

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An Interview with Galina Roslyakova: Vlad’s personal life according to his mother

A year after the shooting, BAZA, a Russian news outlet, interviewed Vlad’s mother Galina Roslyakova. Here are several details she had disclosed about her son:

He was gifted in drawing and engineering, however was an average student.

When he was younger, Vlad attended a kindergarten in Kerch with a chess focus. His mother considered him as a normal child who had an interest in drawing. He had hobbies such as architectural modeling, construction, and designing. He had a particular fascination with airplane models that he would try to configure by himself, although his father would occasionally help.

He then continued to paint throughout his life and excelled at it, Galina believes he inherited this skill from his father, Igor. Vlad mostly expressed an interest in drawing domestic animals and portraits of people. He focused a lot on the details and drew rather thoroughly. Unfortunately, she has none of his drawings left to reminisce.

In school, he was “statistically average”. He studied for at least three to five hours and was in the middle line of poor to excelling. He didn't dislike nor have an interest in school and had no specific goal yet. According to Galina, “Not all dreams can be realized.” So in a pragmatic sense, his parents tried to instill something that would have perhaps helped him by trying to search for something suitable for his life and future. She had also described Vlad to be somewhat confused or unsure of himself:

“You can show a different side of yourself. You can realize yourself somewhere else. And this period of transition from school to college was somehow unconscious. A lot depends on how this might turn out. Every person's views and values change. Children must realize during this period that they are growing up primarily for themselves. He understood that he was not quite a child and not quite an adult.”

Vlad did not finish highschool and went straight to college, explaining why he was 18 during his 4th year.

Galina and Igor saw no point in enrolling him into 10th and 11th grade because it was unclear to them that he would graduate at all, seeing that his academic performance was mediocre at best. During his transition from highschool to college, Galina recalled it to be a stressful experience, “just like any other transition”, she says. She had attended all parent meetings and recalled that teachers would often describe her son to be socially inept. He was not keen on socializing but she figured this must have been his way of coping with his adaptation, since it was a contrasting environment to what he was used to.

“I went to all parent meetings. At the beginning of the training they were carried out. I talked with curators and other teachers. There was a phrase that he was not very sociable . Not all people are open and ready to communicate with others. At that time it was a period of adaptation. Everyone tolerates it differently, but I wouldn’t say that he had a difficult time with it.”

More on relationships, since their house was located in a residential area not far from other neighbors who lived nearby, Vlad easily could communicate with a few neighborhood kids whom his mother considered to be his “friends”. Rather, they were his classmates.

“I think Vlad chose exactly those friends who suited him according to his views and interests at that period of his life when he was at school. He also played Minecraft. Well, of course, communication there is no longer only with classmates.”

Vlad still kept in contact with his father despite his mother's wishes to not be so in touch.

Technically, Vlad's parents were not officially divorced. Igor’s traumatic brain injury which subsequently led to the development of a mental illness was seen by Galina as a danger toward her and her son if they continued to live together. Coupled with the fact that he developed a dependency on alcohol, she had figured out that she had to make the resolution to move out with her son to protect their well-being. Despite this, Galina mentions that even with their separation, Vlad still communicated with his father, since it is a relationship not within her control. At first, Vlad was offended but as he grew, he began to contemplate the idea of his mother’s decision. He continued to communicate with his father as he grew older.

“With age, he made his own decision. He begins to make his choice whether he should communicate with his father. What will this give him and does he need it? That is, he could decide for himself. That is, in this regard, I gave him freedom of choice.”

He would often go to the garage together on weekends, which developed Vlad's interest in technology and personal interests like motorcycles, which he would’ve liked to study. Vlad then on became a major in the course: installation, commissioning and operation of electrical equipment of industrial and civil buildings.

Signs of isolation and depression were under the radar since he barely communicated.

Apart from the detail that teachers have said he was rather not very sociable, closer to the third year he already became withdrawn and kept to himself. He would often divert this topic of his behavior as his ‘right to privacy’ whenever asked, so no further questions would ensue. He was silent most of the time, got ready to go to class straight away and sat in his room ("another office") to scroll through his phone. He was quiet, didn't talk about himself that much, which led her to not anticipate the events that would unfold soon after. However, she said that she could sense a slight change in him, since he became more private. She did respect his boundaries however, since she saw it as his right to personal space.

“Well, slightly, so to speak. Because, in principle, many people reach such a period and age, and so, in communicating with their friends who have children of this age, many children tend to have, so to speak, personal space. Personal life, this is how the period begins. You know, like “I have the right to personal space, ‘I have the right to privacy.’ Within reason, because we live together in the same apartment”

Did he need more attention? Galina expresses that although she didn't primarily focus on him at all times, she did care for him and paid attention. She tried to make him talk and actively made efforts to communicate with him to get him to open up more about himself, however to no avail. So, in an outward perspective, everything seemed rather normal for her, and with the lack of properly established and structured communication, it was difficult to see through her son. After all, you cannot properly fit in puzzle pieces when there are no pieces provided to arrange.

It was difficult for her to speculate about the topic of whether or not he was depressed, nor did she anticipate that somehow he felt abandoned because he would often just sweep things under the rug. The signs didn’t manifest in any way in everyday life because again, he was very secretive and rarely talked about himself in conversations at home, so things easily fell out of notice and undetected.

“What percentage of love do children want to receive from us? Do we feel this as parents? Or if they tell us, let’s say: 'Well, at the technical school there were difficult tasks and classes, I’m so tired that I don’t want to communicate.' And you are trying to do everything to make contact with him. The children say: 'Well, I don’t want to now.' You won't really force him too much... But you still have to try to do it. Basically, I tried to do all this. What provoked it, I can’t say anything. For me, all this still remains a big, big secret as a mother. I cannot put together logic and specific pieces of the puzzle for myself. Therefore, everything remains like this.”

Vlad's online presence was monitored until the age of 14.

Galina had monitored his online access until he was around the ages of 13 to 14. After the age of 16, this period however stopped because of the gap between parents and their children's familiarity with devices and the technologicaĺ world. So, she stopped keeping track.

“I wished in my heart that somewhere they had slowed him down.”

She was unaware of his online presence in crime communities since 2016. According to her, at home he only sat and played minecraft,

“I didn't see this. If a person really wants to hide something... Maybe he did it sometimes, but not in my presence. At home he sat and played Minecraft. He talked there with one, then with another, then boys, then girls - they all communicate with each other there, laugh. There were different emotions, there was laughter.”

She was aware that he went to study firearms in the summer.

Vlad shared a common interest with his father with firearms. He also said he would join the army. Galina speculated that this might be due to the benefits, since the income of military salaries was fairly high. Vlad earned an internship at a plant prior to this, and it was good news for her but in reality, Vlad's perspective was that he did not generally take a liking to the place.

According to him, “I talked to the people who work there, I don’t see much prospects in income and in general my place in this.”

During the summer, he then began to study firearms through the internet and via the Internet, register with government services, and collect documents. She was against this act because she saw no purpose to this, however, she couldn't stop him. He excused this by saying he had an interest in hunting. Though she initially thought that he had given up on this prospect and moved on, since these documents were rather complex and difficult to complete, he then went on to successfully buy a gun after passing the exams and receiving his license.

She hadn't known of this, of course, since it was reported that he hid his gun in an abandoned warehouse to avoid speculations from her.

Here's the article, if you want to read more:

https://baza.io/posts/1b2005f5-d53e-4380-989d-b6f846cd6aab

#vladislav roslyakov #kerch polytechnic 2018 #vlad #understandnotcondone

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otrtbs · 2 months ago

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Hi I hope you're doing well 🌷

I had a question. I'm totally asking out of pure curiosity, it's not a criticism or anything of the sort.

In ahb (this masterpiece of yours) Sirius's favorite painting is Degas' Dancers.

I wanted to know if you knew the background of this painting and if making it Sirius' favorite was a deliberate choice or if you had no idea at all.

Because the Ballerinas in Opera Garnier in Paris were all really young and mostly, they were poor. The dancers were often their family's hope to crawl out of misery.

The audience was full of men.

In fact, the sad flip side was that there was a whole prostitution network behind the scene. With these young girls. Men could pay for backstage access to watch ballerinas change and sometimes rape them.

So Degas was a big customer.

That's how he painted the dancers and most of his works.

That's again how he sculpted the ballerina, her tutu was added meaning the 14 year old girl was posing nude.

Degas is also suspected of being Jack the Ripper, there are a certain number of credible leads and potential evidences.

That's why I was wondering if you knew.

Since there is this whole chapter where they insult Picasso (as they should) I found it strange that Degas being a known major p*do did not receive the same treatment.

Ps: I'm french, I don't know if I made any mistakes writing this, if I have please excuse me I tried my best 🙏

Okay hi, hello! I am doing well and I hope you are as well! You have unlocked Art Historian Thesis Nat, so I am going to put an extremely lengthy post under the cut, I'm so sorry (this is literally my area of study,,, i fear i am incapable of being brief about this)

I do want to clarify that right off the bat, I don't necessarily think many of these art historical figures are "good people". Like none of them are the best, most moral, upstanding citizens you should model your life after (but they're also dead sooooo). But I also understand that I did take some time in my fanfiction to make my hatred for Picasso very clear, and so I can also understand the confusion in not extending that same hatred towards Degas. But there are a few reasons for that, that I'll try to explain below!

The direct historical documentation of Pablo Picasso's violence towards the women in his life is vast and damning. If you want particularly good insight into his violence and abuse, then I recommend reading Marina Picasso's (Picasso's granddaughter) memoir titled: Picasso: My Grandfather. I also recommend Françoise Gilot's (romantic partner of Picasso) books, Life with Picasso and Picasso and Matisse. It is through the memories of the people who loved Picasso and who loved him in turn, that we hear of his sadistic nature that drove his lovers to suicide and we get personal letters that he wrote to Gilot in which he says things like "Dora, for me, was always a weeping woman… And it’s important, because women are suffering machines" and "For me there are only two kinds of women: goddesses and doormats." His granddaughter has this to say about him: “He submitted [women] to his animal sexuality, tamed them, bewitched them, ingested them, and crushed them onto his canvas. After he had spent many nights extracting their essence, once they were bled dry, he would dispose of them.” And Gilot says: "I am the only one to not have been sacrificed to the sacred monster(…) and is alive to tell the tale. He was a wonderful person to be with, it was like fireworks, amazingly creative, so intelligent and seductive(…) but he was also very cruel, sadistic and ruthless with others and with himself (…) It was the greatest love of my life, but you have to protect yourself (…) The others did not, they clung to the powerful minotaur and paid a very high price."

Why this matters: The evidence for Degas being so virulently misogynistic and cruel towards women is extremely less substantial and more speculative in nature.

Degas being Jack the Ripper. Degas being Jack the Ripper started off as a tiktok theory posed in early 2024, (though you can find an article as early as 2004 written by The Guardian's art critic here) and while fun to think about and speculate, it isn't true. August and September and November of 1888 is when the Jack the Ripper crimes were committed in London and Degas was in the South of France at that time receiving medical treatment because he was in extremely poor health. (Which you can find in The Letters of Edgar Degas edited by Theodore Reff (I'm sure there's. free PDF version out there somewhere)). Also, self-admittedly speculative, but Degas didn't visit the East-End of London when he did make his excursions to London because he was classist 😭. So, it would be odd for him to know the ins and outs of the streets where the murders took place. And also he had failing eyesight starting at 36, so the odds of him being Jack the Ripper are extremely slim.

The Ballerinas Yes, while it is true that the ballerina's were often subject to horrific conditions and were prostitutes for the "wealthy" patrons of the opera house, this does not mean that Degas partook in that. in fact, most historical documentation surmises he didn't. Degas considered himself a "realist" painter rather than an impressionist painter, wishing to document "real life" in all of its ugliness, beauty and unstylized truth. Therefore his primary concern was documenting the opera house and ballet in all of the moments, not just when the girls were dancing on stage. And in many of his paintings, Degas captures the opera patronsn in his ballerina paintings as lurkers behind the stage curtains as sinister black shadows, or as men predatorily watching in nice suits (e.g. Ballet, 1876 and The Rehearsal of the Ballet Onstage (1874)). But Degas himself, was NEVER a ballerina patron, he is even quoted as saying "People call me the painter of dancing girls. It has never occurred to them that my chief interest in dancers lies in rendering movement...". (now this is not because Degas was morally outraged at what was happening to the ballerina's, but because he viewed the men abusing the girls as committing a sin against God by sleeping with prostitutes). But while Degas had access to backstage, he was never a customer. And in fact, Degas is a notorious, well-documented celibate. This is because Degas believed sleeping with women would make him lose his special painting ability. No lie. Here's a direct quote from Vincent Van Gogh in his a letter to his brother Theo about the artist: "Degas lives like a little lawyer and does not like women, for he knows that if liked them and went to bed with them, he would become intellectually diseased and would no longer be able to paint." Degas was also known to reject ballerina's advances as well (again, fearing women would take away his magic painting power).

Feelings towards women By all accounts, Degas friends describe him as being reclusive towards women to being jovial with them, but always kind to them outside of a working environment. He even developed friendships with his fellow contemporary women painters. In a working environment, Degas was obsessed with perfection, demanding ballerinas contort their bodies in painful positions, and making them hold those positions for hours at a time. By all accounts, this was not because he hated them, but was obsessed with capturing their movements, the limitations of the human body, and he demanded perfection from himself. (x x x) (i.e. his obsession for his work and drive for perfection as a painter made him demanding and harsh towards his subjects, not his pure hatred of women).

Conclusions: So by many accounts, Degas was not particularly fond of women, and had little regard for his dancers. But the claims that he must have slept with the ballerina's and been a patron/customer "because that's what all men did back then" are not backed by any evidence. only evidence to the contrary. I went in on Picasso because those that were close to him have written first-hand accounts of his monstrocity. This is not the case with Degas. So, while I didn't tear him down like I did Picasso, I wasn't lauding him as a saint either. I highly recommend reading the article called Degas's Misogyny by Norma Broude which details the ways in which modern times have run away with this idea of Degas being a sadistic woman-hater and how we've gotten to this point. Anyway, TLDR; I was aware of the dark "underside" of the Paris Ballet at the time in which Degas was painting his works. Do I think he is Jack the Ripper and a man who participated in ballerina prostitution? No, not at all. At the end of the day, I am just an art history girl, telling anyone who will listen that there is not enough documentation on Degas to take these claims as 100% truth, or put that man up there with Picasso. Peace and Love! <3

#asks #ARH talks #ARH ramblings #like not defending degas here per se.. he was a classist and just generally rude and off-putting.#but like he was a wealthy french guy in the 1800s ... fork found in kitchen i fear #his paintings still slap #sorry for the BOOK.#i ain't reading all that. i'm happy 4 u tho. or sorry that happened.#but i did try to include sources !!!!!!!!!!!#okay im done

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quinnyundertow · 5 months ago

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The Cult Leader’s Quarry

TW: NSFW 18+ , canon typical violence, murder, stalking, self-harm

CHAPTER 3 NOOSE DRAWS TIGHTER

Your home is embarrassingly sparse. The furniture is clearly secondhand from some local goodwill or flea market. The items are all mismatched and of varying levels of quality but it’s obvious the current owner cares for everything. This is what they call house poor. You spend so much on rent that the rest of your aspects of life suffer. He expected nothing more from a pathetic monkey.

The late afternoon sun paints the room in this orange glow as Suguru Geto crosses your living area. He walks in an oddly ethereal style, his robes moving almost imperceptibly. He pauses to pick up some gaudy decorative items off your side tables. He peers at them briefly before moving to the small bookcase you own. It’s mainly filled with manga trash and fantasy drivel. Though a few authors catch his eye towards the bottom, Murasaki Shikoku, Sei Shonagon, Leo Tolstoy, Fukumi Shimura, Sun Tzu, Osamu Dazai. So you’re not as stupid as he thought. For a monkey that is. He plucks out the book Colors of a Mother by Fukumi Shimura. It's an unpretentious book with nothing on the blue cover but the title and author. Turning it over in his hands he studies it for a moment. He hadn’t seen any sign you had a child. What a strange reading choice. Without another thought he pockets the book in his robes.

He’s wasting time, who cares that the monkey can read the classics. Refocusing, he takes a small black device no bigger than a pencil’s eraser. Due to his naturally tall form he doesn’t need a step stool to simply apply the tiny camera to the kitchen’s smoke detector in a way that looks inconspicuous. If Satoru wanted to destroy his curses, Suguru would just have to utilize technology rather than sorcery. There’s this voice screaming in the back of his head that he’s wasting time away from his true objective of eradicating all non-sorcerers. Nothing that voice says now matters. He has isolated himself so completely from other adults these last two years. That something about you has him coming back for more. He will devour and disassemble you; but tonight just doesn’t feel right. Not now, he can’t wait for that moment really. But he needs something more from you first. He’s not sure yet what that thing is.

Continuing his tour of your home, he notes your bedroom is surprisingly childish. You have stuffed animals strewn around the room, a thick fluffy comforter and hanging string lights. He can’t help the tiny smile that creeps on his face at the idea of the corporate woman he’s seen sleeping here at night. Speaking of corporate women, you should be home any minute now. He quickly places a camera in your bedroom before entering the messiest room in the house so far, the bathroom. You had been in a rush this morning. A makeup bag lay on your sink. Taking up your perfume he sprays a little in the air just to get a whiff. A shiver runs through him as he takes the scent in. He decides he wants to play a game with you. He picks up your toothbrush and sets it down in the opposite way you had it before. Would you notice? There’s a wall vent in the bathroom the perfect height for a voyeur's camera. He easily pops off the cover to set his camera inside when he can’t help but freeze. There’s already a camera inside the vent. It’s an older clunkier model that can’t stream but it can certainly be programmed to run at certain hours and record during them.

He feels his blood thrumming loud in his ears. Who has been spying on you? You’re his quarry, his target, his prey. Who was infringing on his territory? He barely hears your key in the front door lock before he applies his camera into a different area and leaves the older model for now. He slats the vent home and flicks off the bathroom light as you enter the main room. You’re all sighs as you shuffle around the kitchen and dining room. He’s sure you’ll have to pee soon and slips into your tub shower and stands behind the curtain.

The fact that you could find him here. Or that he could jump out and be on top of you at any second has him feeling a new type of elation he never had before. All his nerve endings are on fire as the bathroom light flicks on. The navy shower curtains is dark enough to obscure his figure. You give another long sigh and the intimate noises that follow give him an instant boner. You’re peeing while thinking you're alone. He isn’t even able to enjoy the full experience as he’s instantly is reminded of the other camera in the vent. He needs to take care of that. The idea that someone else is taking advantage of your private moments, the ones meant only for him, is going to drive him mad.

There’s the sound of your clothes hitting the floor and Suguru has an anticipatory knot his throat. One of your dainty hands reaches blindly into the shower and turns the water on. The cold water blasts his clothes but he barely feels it beneath his racing pulse. If you see him here it’s game over for you. He will either have to kill you or force you into a state where you are unable to tell anyone.

His breathing is picking up but the sound of the shower is masking it. When you step past the shower’s billowing curtain he’s going to grab you by the shoulders and slam you into the shower wall. He’ll let the freezing water spray you down. Your skin will erupt into goosebumps while your nipples harden painfully. You’ll be so terrified-

There’s a noise as you leave the bathroom. You must have forgotten something in your bedroom. Despite the fantasy's allure he exits the bath quickly. He isn’t ready for this new game to end yet.

He’s creeping to the bathroom exit when he sees a pair of your used panties at the top of your dirty clothes pile. He doesn’t even hesitate a moment before he swiftly pockets them. Geto is out of your apartment and riding the elevator to the first floor before you even return to the bathroom.

The longer he walks down the streets the more his mind works itself up into a frenzy. His consciousness is in turmoil. Why hasn’t he killed you yet? Is he getting weak? Is his resolve really that shaky? He pauses at a crosswalk on his journey to the train station. A monkey approaches him from the sidewalk. Her hips are swaying and hair is meticulously styled, “Hey handsome, looking-“ her spiel is interrupted by screams as the curse he let loose melts away her features until she’s no more than a mummified husk. He continues walking when the crosswalk indicates he’s safe to and ignores all the hysterical bystanders who just saw that monkey spontaneously combust.

So he isn’t weak, he didn’t feel anything when he murdered that woman. If anything he feels relief that one more monkey will no longer be on this planet. So you are his problem. Oddly enough that irritates him more. He pulls out the soft pink panties he had stolen off your floor. He holds them tightly in his fist as his jaw works in annoyance. He’s going to throw them into the next trash bin he passes. The entire walk home, bin after bin goes by and his grip on your cloth only tightens.

He’s doing mental gymnastics in order to justify not throwing them away. They were his reward; his trophy for his troubles. No one needed to know where it was from. He was the master of his own universe; he could do what he wished.

When he finally arrives home and locks the office door behind him his grip loosens. His fingers are slightly cramped from the extended vice grip they were held in. Little crescent moons dot the palm of his hand from his nails pressure. In a way he felt like a giddy teen once again doing something forbidden. He and Satoru had stolen panties before as a dare. This somehow felt far more satisfying.

Opening his hands he spread the cloth to view the whole article. It was cute, soft, and slightly stained at the crotch. Did someone turn you on today or were you naturally this wet? He couldn’t help but shiver as he lifted the garment to his face. He presses the softness to his cheek and inhales deeply the musky scent of you. His eyes roll back in his head as he continues to breathe you into him. He can’t wait to spread your thighs and get it from the source. Looking at the slightly damp crotch he tentatively licks, and then sucks at the fabric. There’s not enough there to taste your essence but the fact that your pussy dripped on this spot for hours today is enough to drive him wild.

He’s slipping open his robes. He doesn’t need to totally remove them to pull out his rock hard member. His tip is a furious scarlet with pearls of precum drooling from it. He’s rougher with himself than he normally would be. Your panties are pressed to his face so he can smell you all around him. He milks himself harshly and unforgivingly. He’s jerking himself to a fucking monkey. Ensuring he doesn’t enjoy the process as much as he could, he squeezes himself in a way that he will likely show bruises tomorrow. At the moment of his climax he releases his twitching cock. Slumping against the door he whimpers as he ruins his own orgasm. His hips are bucking in want, wishing for that gentle attention found in the afterglow. As long as he’s lusting over this damn monkey he doesn't intend to allow himself any real relief.

It’s Thursday evening and you have been absolutely swamped at work this week. Your boss is genuinely a nice guy but when he’s getting reamed out by the higher powers, you and Zoe end up having to help with whatever unreasonable request is handed down. Instead of leaving around six both of you had pulled a late one tonight only leaving after ten PM.

The two of you sat in a smaller mom and pop restaurant, the tables on the floor are surrounded by cushions for seating. A half eaten massive bowl of ramen sits in front of you, along with an almost complete third beer. You are somewhat decent at holding your alcohol but tonight it’s hitting a little harder than normal and you are basking in that feeling.

Your attention is jerked up when Zoe slams her second beer down looking satisfied. Unlike you, Zoe cannot hold her alcohol at all and is generally reduced to a good natured giggly drunk by the evening’s end.

You're pushing around some noodles before putting them in your mouth with a lament, “What’s the buddhist version of hell.”

Zoe cackles, “We’re probably already in it. Look around you, ain’t it swell.” Suddenly a pair of chopsticks are pointing directly at your face just an inch away from your nose. Guessing you are thinking about your encounter with that monk earlier this week she continues, “You need to let that shit go. Didn’t you go past his temple when you saw him the second time? If anything, you're the stalker at this point.” Zoe eyes closed, is nodding to herself now as if someone else has made a really good point in the conversation.”

You pout heavily picking up a fishcake experimentally before putting it back into your bowl. “I wasn’t thinking about him and I didn’t call him a stalker..”

There’s a shuffling beside your booth as the third and final party member stumbles back from the restroom. He’s a lanky guy, his legs go on forever as he awkwardly sits back beside Zoe. “Let’s not use our chopsticks to point at others.” He chides lightly, tapping her arm.

Staring at her arm still stretched across the table Zoe reluctantly puts it down with a frown. “Y/N needed a scolding because she thinks she's got beef with a Buddhist Monk.”

You wave your hands quickly in embarrassment gesturing for Zoe to shut up. Unfortunately, all that did was grab your bosses interest even more. You quickly try to dissuade that interest. “I’m overreacting, really. I just ran into this monk two times and each time he just stared down like I spit on Buddha.”

Your boss tilts his head. He tends to take things seriously and apparently this would be no different. He raises a pale hand with bitten down fingernails; to rub the side of his hooked nose. “A Monk? Are they one of those culty types out of that former time association building?”

You gape up at him, which gains you an awkward but pleased smile in return, “Higuruma, how did you know that?”

He laughs under his breath so the motion is there but not the noise, “I make it my business to know what’s going on around here. I haven’t felt inclined to go to a service myself as it’s all mumbo jumbo hogwash but I’ve heard a man in monk's robes runs the place and has a decent following so far. His followers proclaim he can perform healing miracles.”

Zoe’s listening attentively despite being totally smashed and leaning against the wall for support, “Eugh, gross. Y/n, maybe walk on the opposite side of the street from now on.”

You nod at Zoe’s comment, “I have been and that seems to have worked.”

Your boss Higuruma Hiromi tilts his head to the side while watching you, “Did he say something to harass you?”

Your face is totally flushed with humiliation at this point. You are clearly overreacting and Higuruma’s kindness is just slamming that point home, “No he hasn’t said a word to me, please don’t concern yourself.”

Your boss waves for the check while mulling everything over, “You're not exactly one for theatrics. Let me know if something changes, we had better head out now if we want to make the last trains home.”

Unlike most corporate drinking, it didn’t feel forced at all when you were both invited out by Higuruma. He was unassuming and sincere, kept his private life to himself and never overstepped work boundaries like so many other men did in the workplace.

Exiting out into the cool air you watched pretty little puffs waft by from your exhales. The sidewalk was surprisingly busy considering the hour. Ahead of you Zoe gives a bit of a stagger causing you to giggle as Higuruma shakes his head in an affectionate manner before putting his arm through hers to give her balance. You can’t help but smile lightly at their backs. They would make a cute couple.. then again you didn’t even know if Higuruma was single.

It was at that point a chill went up your spine. Goosebumps rippled down your limbs and you reflexively pulled your arms to you and rubbed yourself to keep warm. You felt this undercurrent of unease, a creeping anxiety, like a predator was stalking you from the bushes. You keep walking with your group but you couldn’t help looking over your shoulder trying to see what gave you that ominous feeling. You aren’t the tallest person in the world but you figure a man in monk's robes would stick out like a sore thumb…..a man in monks robes? Why would you assume it was that monk again? You are really being weird about this whole thing. There was absolutely no one behind you that was paying you any mind. You need to stop drinking if this is how it affects your anxiety.

You turn to catch up with your group and when you do dark blue and gold catch your eye across the street. On the opposite side of the road walks the man who has been haunting your thoughts lately. The way he strolls down the sidewalk is as if he has nothing else in the world to do. Not only is he on the wrong side of the street but he’s still behind you by a block or so and isn’t even looking your way. Yet the goosebumps remain.

You turn and rush forward, bumping interesting others in order to catch up with your small group. Once within talking distance you realize there’s nothing for you to say. The man is simply existing and you’re freaking out. He’s probably on his way back to his temple which is on the way to the station. The level of panic you feel thrumming through your veins is uncalled for. You decide to stay closer to your group, feigning being unaffected, as you try with all your might not to look over your shoulder anymore to see if he’s still there.

“That’s the place right?” Higuruma nods, talking over his shoulder to you. You finally allow yourself to turn but instead of stopping at the temple’s building you're looking further back trying to find that man again walking along the sidewalk. Your gaze goes from person to person with no luck. He’s no longer on the sidewalk and you overreacted again. The guy in question probably entered his “workplace”. Higuruma watches you, puzzled as you look further behind the place for a moment and then give him your assent.

“Yeah.. that’s the place he was standing outside of when his cocksure buddy spilled my coffee and then asked me out to replace it.”

Zoe gave a fit of giggles at that, “Some men have no tact. Is it safe to assume you said no?”

You can’t help but blush at her correct assumption, “Kind of? I think. I don’t know, I ran like hell when I saw that Monk standing there all pissy.” Your group is crossing the street at an intersection close to the subway system. You can’t help but feel relief as the building fades from sight.

Zoe is leaning against Higuruma who is trying to keep a straight face as he holds her up under her arm. He fails when her next words are, “Maybe he just needs to get laid. God knows you do y/n.”

Your older boss chokes and has a minor coughing fit at the topic change, “Allllright Zoe, you’ve lost your talking privileges.” You’re scanning all three of your train passes as you head down a long group of stairs.

Zoe decides to ignore the memo and continues, “I am not judging, I need to get laid too. That’s why we’re going clubbing tomorrow evening. You can come too but you gotta loosen up a little guruma.”

His face is bright red and he looks like he's regretting everything that brought him to this point in his life. “I’ll go ahead and pass on that one Miss Zoe. I'm a little old for clubbing..also not really sure that’s appropriate as I’m your superior..”

The station is bustling with people trying to get home before the last train at midnight. There’s that loud overhead beeping letting you know the train you need is about to leave the station and the three of you race into the car and into a row of sideways seats. You couldn’t help but enjoy Zoe giving your boss the third degree. You had thought he was attractive and tried to hit on him for a while after being hired, to no avail. The man took his job as a defense attorney way too seriously for a woman to distract him.

The banter is natural and amusing as the two bicker lightly over things that don’t matter. You find yourself laughing lightly, just letting the booze marinate in you as the train leaves the station and moves towards your home. You are the second to last stop while Zoe is two before you. “Are you even able to get home safely Zoe?”

Your friend nods before flexing her arm, “You dare doubt me?” she gives a shit eating grin as Higuruma eyes her skeptically.

“I think I’ll walk Miss Zoe home. Just to be sure.” He mutters. If it was anyone other than Higuruma Hiromi you would never allow your girlfriend to be walked home by a man alone. But this man had an ironclad code of conduct and was one of those rare people you felt you could trust with your life. He sees the absolute worst of humanity every day. Trying to defend the innocent in cases that are labeled unwinnable. Sometimes his code of ethics is all he can rely on at the end of the day.

Nodding you let your body be gently jostled by the train car.’You aren’t exactly excited to be going home yourself. In fact, everyday this week you seem to dread it a little more. It had gotten to the point where you practically begged the complex's maintenance group to change your locks yesterday.

Little things had been around everyday this week. Your toothbrush, placed opposite of how you normally left it. Your makeup bag left unzipped with the smell of your perfume in the air. Those two were odd but could be explained as thoughtlessness.

Then came the harder things to explain. When collecting your dirty laundry to take to the communal washroom your dirty panties were nowhere to be found. You scoured the whole apartment trying to prove to yourself that you had just accidently left them in an odd spot to no avail. The straw that broke the camel's back was when you woke yesterday morning. One of your kitchen chairs had been pulled into your bedroom while you slept and was left for you to find facing your bed.

Once your heart was out of your throat and you could breath without hyperventilating you called the maintenance crew to get a fresh lock. That way if the landlord had lied about changing the locks before you moved in and/or had lost a spare key. It would be handled. While it isn’t a big change, you 're happy with the fact that you took initiative and got it done.

The train ride is short as you doze in your seat. Something about the warmth of the train car and the close proximity of friends gave you this sense of invulnerability. When the overhead announcer pages Zoe’s stop you look over to see Higuruma struggling with Zoe’s dead weight. You laugh at his face as the two leave the train. The doors close after a moment and the steady rhythm once again picks up. Your eyes are falling shut a little longer every time you blink. That is until an eerily familiar voice emanates from the seat directly in front of you, “Are you trying to be victimized?”

Chapter 2 —————————————Chapter 4

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theghostnugget · 1 year ago

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My YYH AU is as follows:

Literally the only change is that Hiei and Yukina meet as children. Hiei gets the Jagan, finds the floating ice island, and instead of finding Yukina happily playing with some animals, he sees her getting lectured by an older ice maiden who is telling her that her emotions are shameful and she’s just like her whore mother. Hiei descends from the trees to stand between his sister and the emotionless shell calling her horrible names. He insults her back and threatens to set her on fire if she doesn’t apologize to his sister. The ice maiden flees to sound the alarm, but Yukina grabs Hiei’s hand and begs him to take her somewhere free. So, like the doting big brother he is, Hiei takes her to the most free place he knows - the woods (where Yukina promptly begins playing with the forest animals). They chat and bond, and when Hiei tells her he’s leaving she begs to go with him. And once again, like the doting brother he is, he obliges. Suddenly, through his lonely crimeful traipsing through the Demon World, his precious sister is tagging along.

As they grow up, they become nearly unrecognizable compared to the Hiei and Yukina we know. They’re similar in the most important ways – Hiei is still a violent criminal and Yukina is still a soft-hearted sweetheart, but they balance out the damage in each other.

Hiei’s biggest flaw (when you boil down the rage, violence, and criminal behavior) is two-fold. The first fold is poor modelling – His role-model (which he actually admits is the closest thing he had to a father) was a thief who was perfectly happy to murder a baby until he found out that the baby had something valuable. Violence, murder, and insults are the only tools that Hiei was given to interact with the world. The second fold? Hiei was never loved unconditionally – and in fact has never been loved at all. He was allowed to continue existing if he was useful enough, but no living person has ever treated Hiei with care or affection. EVER. This leads to someone who is violently and fiercely determined to be viewed as strong. Because that’s literally the only redeeming quality he thinks he has.

Yukina has been treated like a burden her entire life. Her father doesn’t know she exists, her mother killed herself when Yukina was young (kind of implying that Yukina wasn’t worth living for), and her entire community treats her like a freak. She’s an orphan, raised (at best) by her mother’s ex-best friend who’s crippled with guilt. Every Ice Maiden in the village is afraid she’ll turn out just like her mother (who’s crime, as far as we know, is being curious about other cultures – which Yukina is – and having an open heart – which Yukina does… Also sex, but that’s not conducive to my point). I’d be shocked if she didn’t develop some kind of complex about ��proper behavior”. The Yukina we see in the show is polite and demure and easy to deal with – She’s even kind, forgiving, and unobtrusive about the fact that she was kidnapped and tortured ruthlessly for years. She’s helpful and sweet every single second that she’s on screen, because she feels like that’s the only way she can be accepted. She also has never been loved unconditionally. No living person has ever treated her with care or affection unless she buried her feelings deep down and behaved like an ice maiden should. And even then, the affection she received wasn’t really affection so much as her elders reluctantly acknowledging her self-control.

Then they meet and everything changes. Suddenly, Yukina’s “emotional outbursts” become something her brother loves about her. She gets angry, snapping as someone loudly and in public, but before that shame can even sink in, Hiei is laughing. If she can’t hold back her tears, Hiei nervously wraps his arms around her in the best approximation of a hug he can give. And Hiei’s “signs of weakness” become something he can connect to his sister with. He wakes from a nightmare, gasping in fear, and instead of being beaten for waking everyone up he receives a hug and reassurance. When he feels like a failure after losing a fight, his sister is there to comfort him.

A Hiei with the love of his sister isn’t as volatile as the Hiei we see. When someone insults or threatens him, he’s not defensive. Because sure, maybe he’s never played rock-paper-scissors, but his sister loves him exactly the way he is so fuck you. A Yukina with the love of her brother is much more wild than the Yukina we see. She’s not afraid to react with fierceness or anger or tears, because she knows her brother will do anything he can to rectify the situation – and he would never judge her for her feelings.

They meet Team Urameshi because Yukina is curious about the human world and Hiei takes her there because he’s powerless in the face of his sister saying “Please”.

Listen, all I want is for Hiei to know he is safe and loved (which Yukina would constantly remind him of) and for Yukina to know that she’s so valid and unbelievably loved (which Hiei would never let her forget). Please.

#Yu yu hakusho #Yyh #Yukina #Hiei #Sibling Bonding

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noodle-anime · 1 year ago

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just! finished saiyuki og series!!! discovered the first resurrected edition volume recently and it has been. well. it's been a journey lol

oooooooooh boy there sure was some Anatomy and Proportions happening in the first volume but it was super fun to see the art style progress actually. it encouraged me to notice more complex poses and things in the later volumes, and when there was an occasional repeat panel like Sanzo and Goku's first look it was very cool to see the difference in quality.

i have a coupla favorite panels/spreads and generally tried to pay a little more attention to how things are precisely laid out and it was a fun aspect of reading. i want to do some actual breakdowns now, maybe compare early and later layouts.

also! i discovered and watched zeroin! my first intro to saiyuki was discovering reload blast forever ago. the art style in zeroin and the fact that there's a whole set of characters i'd never heard of before made it feel like an au or semi-canonical anime movie, sorta, but i enjoyed it So much and there are some specific notes on sanzo characterization that i want to dig into

sanzo is my fave and the kami-sama arc was So Very Good in that respect but it also grew my love for gojyo three sizes.

the way that they all react when gojyo leaves cracks me up so much. they're So Offended. something so funny and also so tasty that they will not under any circumstances admit out loud that they care about gojyo and miss him so instead they're like we are going to Hurt Him (because he hurt us) for Disrupting Our Daily Routine (he's a fundamental part of our lives) and FORCING us to turn this car around (he left with the full knowledge and expectation that they would follow through with actually continuing to pursue this Very Important job like they always said they would)

mmmmm gojyo's savior complex mmmm it's good.

got blasted by the idea of gojyo and hakkai starting an orphanage when they're done with the mission. hakkai was a teacher and still models himself as a "childcare professional"/co-parent to goku and gojyo wants to save somebody So Badly. also good luck resocializing goku to not be killing people/fighting for his life every other day for Two Entire Formative Teenage Years, helping kids and not having it backfire spectacularly in his face would be good for him

i just read the fourth volume so that's most of what i've got on my mind, i know i have More thoughts from the other volumes

besides the fact that sanzo's joints are gonna/have gotta be So Fucked Up. he really is a grandpa. poor guy.

feels good to nail some characterization aspects like genjyo "i'm a coldhearted bastard and you'd better stay out of my way" (developed coping mechanisms to deal with the traumatic loss of a parent and people repeatedly Attacking Him at an early age) sanzo, cho "yes i'm the wife/mother, please excuse these skeletons, the cleaver is only for special occasions" hakkai, sha "i'm the only one here who understands how to be a normal person" (he does not but he does have the highest emotional intelligence) gojyo, and son "i'm a teenager" (he's a teenager, also growing up with the aforementioned trio as parental/familial figures and starting to come into his own!!) goku

not a single one of these men has had a normal relationship or even prolonged interaction with a woman

i had no idea there was a whole brainwashing segment with kougaiji?? and i really want to see more of lirin, there are fun parallels there to explore that i really wanna dig into

i had no idea to what level sanzo was a bastard gremlin with a gun who just Happens to also be the highest of high priests before and now that i do it delights me. the very hypocrisy of his acceptance in his position disgusts him because He Is Not Priest Material but also it's what his dad wanted for him so fuck everybody who tries to take that from him. in any other situation he'd be the shady penniless vagabond gun for hire but koumyou happened. and now we all get to enjoy it.

#saiyuki #noodle reads #noodle reads saiyuki #saiyuki original series #noodle speaks #genjo sanzo #genjyo sanzo #sha gojyo #cho hakkai #son goku #saiyuki manga #saiyuki zeroin

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gaywiththesauce · 1 year ago

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I am going feral.

So, we all know this scene in Season 3 SSV. The scene that made every Kyojuro fan at least gasp and giggle with glee.

This scene! I was just looking at it because I'm writing about it and I just realized something.

When we forget about someone in our lives but we're reminded of their name, what are we forgetting about?

Their face! (and their voice)

That's what's so smart about this scene in particular! At the very beginning, the view starts from the back, as if Kyojuro was walking away. And it is very blurry.

That may have been how Muichiro remembered Kyojuro before. Blurry, with no face. Just a head of unusual hair. Even the background had gone white and was just hair and the brief outline of his haori.

Then, Muichiro regained his memories. Suddenly, the white background clears to a pretty scene of Kyojuro standing in the courtyard. Finally, he turns around to show his face and you hear a little "hmph." Then it goes into the dialogue.

"Let's give it our all together as Hashira!"

Look at Muichiro's face in that frame! He doesn't look bored or empty inside. He's looking up at Kyojuro, eyes wide, mouth small, eyebrows raised. He's interested in what Kyojuro's saying. Kyojuro didn't just stop him as he was leaving, they must have been having a conversation that Muichiro was paying attention to (or trying to pay attention to).

He genuinely looks up to Kyojuro like the role model he is. He didn't start crying until after his memory with that short bit with Kyojuro. I'm almost sure there was more interaction between the two other than what the anime showed (I'm anime only), but Muichiro tearing up after remembering Kyojuro was a detail. I'll show you what I mean. And you get to look at more Mui, so it's a win-win.

This was just before Muichiro saw the tsuba (Kyojuro's hilt.)

Also his poor eye bags :'(

And in this gif, he didn't realize his family was there until they touched him.

He was crying because he realized who Kyojuro was and realized it was too late because he had already been murdered. He was gone before he got a chance to appreciate him being there.

I haven't seen any posts like this. Maybe because it's obvious to everyone but me? Let me know your thoughts!

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marathedemonoverlord · 2 years ago

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Another Obey Me Thought for the Masses; So I headcanon all the brothers have perfect features/physique- They're demons once angels and immortal being beautiful is just a thing so what does that mean?

It means while they have distinct features and body types their bodies are always more perfect than an average human's and they have no blemishes or feel body pain- No acne no beauty marks no crows feet nothing to show they have what could be considered an "imperfection" (Though I see their Demon form having that-)

BUT because of this I imagine if there ever was an opportunity to swap species and they had to be human/mortal for a day what would their bodies be? Well here's my guess;

- Lucifer; Dad Bod. 100%- Man would have back problems bones creak he can't bend over for shit his hair is receding (falling out due to stress) and graying badly and he has dark circles under his eyes that make him look like a racoon with crows feet and his eye sight is horrendous to the point he's probably been pushed down the stairs and had no idea who's done it so many times. If in a mortal/human body his body hair is out of control and he's perpetually in pain- Very unhealthy and rigid lifestyle and Lucifer would probably feel it 10x fold because of his habits.

- Mammon; Stereotypical model body but I imagine as a human/mortal he had to put more effort so what you get is a lanky model with super Muscular legs from running. So features wise I imagine Mammon's hair is probably on the manageable side but due to his modeling career he has it a certain way- interestingly I can see Mammon also having bags under his eyes or slight wrinkles like laugh lines or dimples but when hes modeling makeup and editing covers it pretty good- I can see him having a beauty mark though where it goes not sure. Dude is definitely on the thinner side though make no mistake- He probably has alot of stomach problems due to the spicy food he eats but you wouldn't tell unless you're around him enough.

- Leviathan; Skinny fat and I refuse to hear anything different. So Levi would be the stereotypical discord mod- gots pudge but is also of a thinner build so it looks awkward- terrible acne and bags under his eyes almost as bad as Lucifer's and his breath/body odor is terrible. Dude's self worth is so in the toilet his human/mortal appearance would probably reflect it and I can see him only showering once in a Blue moon so there's a layer of scum on him that makes him avoid touching people. Poor Leviathan the only way he gets clean is probably when he's swimming and even then that still doesn't count as a shower or bath. Also can see Leviathan being the one dude who doesn't wash his hair but still puts stuff in it so it's just... A wadded mess- Weirdest thing is if he followed Mammon's/Asmo's/ or Beel's regime he'd probably be super gorgeous but that would mean not feeding his anime/game addiction so like... Someone get him a life coach-

Satan; He's lanky. Definitely- I saw some people say he'd probably have a flat ass and I agree the dude is just a tall thin dude who looks pretty awkward or unassuming. I imagine he has pretty bad eyesight too so he has to wear glasses and interestingly I can see him having stress acne but it's not as severe as someone like Leviathan just a little bit here and there coupled with some dark spots or light freckles but Satan takes care of immediately - I can see Satan as the type of person who fasts/doesn't eat until he gets things done (like gets to a part of his book or finishes a portion of homework) so he's on the thinner side but he's still active and moving around probably can't sit still because he has alot of things he wants to do. His hair is probably combed neatley and thin and I can see his hands being covered in slight papercuts from how fast he turns the pages on homework or his books. I imagine when he bends down his legs Crack loudly.

- Asmodeus; Definitely on the most average side- average body with slight crooks probably has some freckles and make up marks he didn't wipe off completely- He has no real physical strength I imagine he works out slightly but not enough for anything and I can see his hair being deeply conditioned and his makeup covering everything. Remember Asmo is a party girl so I can see him having slight wrinkles around his eyes and maybe his nose is crooked slightly but his makeup and taking care of himself really makes up for it. Dude Definitely wore fake lashes you can't convince me otherwise and I can see Asmo kind of being the type to overly Watch everything he eats and lowkey the type to want to get injections or surgery because of some parts of him he doesn't love. Someone please tell Asmo he's worth loving as he is imperfections really are what makes someone perfect ♡

- Beelzebub; Man's is an absolute unit. So since Beel generally already lifts and exercises he's probably a mixture of fit but also does have some fat so he's just a big massive ass unit (you know how in Outlast they called Chris Walker "StrongFat" yeah that's Beel essentially-) dude is just a massive ass unit that probably intimidates everyone who sees him. Because he eats alot his stomach is probably massive and he has bolder features and I can see him protecting his siblings in fights so probably a crooked nose or jaw from getting punched or fighting. Dude also has stretch marks all over his back and stomach- Why because apparently he's going to keep growing so his body has stretch marks and I can see him having freckles all over too. Maybe freckles and acne because he's shoving burgers into his mouth by the double.

- Belphegor; I'm stuck between fat or skinny fat too. So Belphegor is lazy so he's all fluff- squishy stomach squishy arms squishy legs squishy ass just another pillow in the midst of pillows and blankets he finds himself in. What I imagine is the dude probably has a crooked nose too and light freckles since he doesn't go out much he's pale as a ghost and burns in the sun like a vampire (watch take him to the beach he will come back Red all over) he's weirdly got decent(ish) skin for not going out much but he's definitely a bag of marshmallows can't lift can't carry and his legs are probably shaky deer legs because he doesn't like to get up- Can see his bones creaking too like Lucifer's his hair is probably perpetually frizzy/tangled and messy and he probably has a beauty mark or birth mark in a very noticeable part of his face. Dude's diet is probably the quickest thing to make or whatever he can get his hands on so it's terrible. Also covered in bed sores and has REALLY dark circles under his eyes and his skin while decent can teeter into bad pretty quickly- I won't be surprised if the others call him a racoon because he digs in the pantry in the dark and has the eyes like one.

Anyways but that's my take if anyone ever wants to draw this out feel free to- I'm usually down to but this may be a level of detail I'm not equipped for lol. And if you want to add more feel free would love to read it :>

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me musings #obey me imagines #body types #human vs immortal

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revserrayyu · 8 months ago

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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]

**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.

First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.

I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..

But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.

Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?

NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.

I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.

So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.

Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!

And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.

The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.

It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?

Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.

I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.

And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.

A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!

Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.

Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.

This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.

I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.

Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.

Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.

Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.

SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~

Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.

Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.

I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.

I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”

Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.

For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.

(originally written on 3/28)

#honkai star rail #sunday #aventurine #acheron #black swan #sparkle #gallagher #gameplay #revs rambles

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ywpd-translations · 2 years ago

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Ride 716: Crawling Kyoto Fushimi

Pag 1

1: ….. next

4: Yeah, a competition!!

Pag 2

1: Today's practice is on the mountain....

Ah but, right.... this flat before the start of the mountain...

And those who will fing it tough and reach their limit for lack of strength....

3: will fall off one by one!!

Pag 3

1: Yes, raise your speed even more!!

Yessir!!

2: Ahh I'm at my limit

First year Oohara!!

3: How was it, Midosuji-san!! Captain!!

The way I pulled!! I'm the first year Oohara!!

Pag 4

4: Oi, you, Midosuji!!

The first year ran as hard as he could!! I have something to tell you!!

Pag 5

1: Why are you telling me that, Funatsu?

2: Midosuji is ahead

Besides, you said it whispering

Shu-shut up, I knew that, Kiriya!!

3: What I wanted to say was why does Midosuji always put the first years in the front to pull!?

Ah, eyah you're right

I'm at my limit, Midosuji-san

They haven't got experience nor stamina yet, so if they pull at this speed they'll be torn off for sure

4: Usually, during practices on the mountains, we third and second years would protect the first years from the wind and lead them until the foot of the mountain!!

Don't turn around to look at me to say it

5: This year we finally got even more first years joining us

I'm happy about that!!

6: But they.... poor guys

….. yeah

7: But that's not all

Huh!?

Yamaguchi, who was a third year last year, said it too....

8: Kyoto Fushimi is obviously different from last year

Pag 6

1: Look at the first years who were left behind

They're smiling

That was so hard

But I went on until I reached my limit today

But …. Midosuji-san still didn't said anything to me

Me too....

I'll keep working hard until I get him to say something to me!!

Until last year, when the first years were left behind, they had a face of extreme sadness

Pag 7

1: It's been three years since he showed up

Kyoto Fushimi is changing..... he's their role-model

That's not the face of someone who's thinking “he made me pull”, but the face of someone who's thinking “he let me pull”

3: Ugh!!

4: It's impossible for me, Mizuta-san!!

Huh, then I can be the vice-captain!?

5: Really, Mizuta-san? Yeeah

I'm so happy!

Like this, I'll even have an excuse for my mother

6: Vice-captain Funatsu-kun....

Be ready. From now on, for a year, you'll be

Pag 8

1: A collar!!

2: Collar?

3: To stop the gigantic monster called Midosuji from running wild when push comes to shove

4: The collar to train the animal!!

5: Wai.....

6: Training!? Midosuji!?

Yeah

7: And for that, communicate every day so that you can exchange opinions

Opinions!? Communications!?

8: I did that to death this past year!!

Pag 9

2: A collar....!! Me....!!

The collar I can prepar is small like this...!!

3: But, I'll do it!!

I'm the traditional vice-captain of Ktyofushi bicycle club!!

4: Midosuji-kun!!

Mi- Midosuji-kun!! Can I talk to you!?

Do your best, Funatsu!!

5: I want to see how much can the first years climb

So next time... how about we let the first years stay behind us and lead them there?

6: I want to see them!! As the vice-captain!!

8: Funatsu-kuun!!

Yessir!!

Ah.... dammit, I was the one who got trained and got a collar put on him!!

Pag 10

1: Make way

You too, Kiriya-kuun

The small-fries first years are all exhausted so....

Ye-yeah....

2: There are 5km left until the mountain....

The last....

3: first year is coming out

5: Ngh.... this guy...

The first year that Komari brought here!

This guy.... he looks huge too

6: No

Pag 11

1: He really is huge!!

2: Dammit, he always pushes me away as if I'm a nuisance, and I'm a third year!

3: The wind pressure when he passes by

4: His presence

5: Its just like a train passing by before my eyes!!

7: There's 4.5 km left of this flat!!

Go to the front and pull!!

Pag 12

1: Hacchyobari-kuun

Pag 13

1: Roger-mi!!

Pag 14

1: Then excuse me, I'm going ahead

5: He's coming, Funatsu!!

6: Ugh, I know, Kiriya!!

Pag 15

3: This guy too!!

4: He's fast!!

Dammit, he's fast!!

5: Fast enough that I, a sprinter, feel like I'll be taken if I don't lie face down

Pag 16

1: This guy smiles when he runs too!! The first year!! Hacchyobari!!

Accelerate, roger-mi

Pag 17

1: The more you step on the faster you get! Bicycles are fun!!

2: The curve I see so far ahead

3: is coming so soon!!

4: U.... ugh

I.... I.... these guys...

Pag 18

1: It's so fun!!

2: Hacchyobari-kun is in good condition today, too

3: Puku!!

4: Dammit!! I'll train them until I die!! That monster and the others!!

Do you best, Funatsu!!

Pag 19

2: The Mountain Emperor of Gunma... Kiji Kyuui

3: Mountain bike is a competition of individual power....

4: In terms of individual power, we're probably similar.... should I use that to destroy his castle?

Or maybe I should bring him to my side....

6: It's gonna be fun

The Inter High!!

Pag 20

1: Shonan coast, Kanagawa Prefecture

2: Do you know him, Manami?

That guy who's the two-times champion of mountain bike, Kiji Kyuui

3: No

Not at all

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #ride 716 #loving this change in the kyofushi team! i was hoping for a new first year who's a nice person #i hope this new guy turns out to be a normal person lmao #also loving the fact that mizuta told funatsu to stop midosuji and train him #as if HE did that lmao ah im gonna miss mizuta tbh #next chap to hakone???? *eyes emoji*

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anniebear-92 · 2 years ago

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What do you think would have happened in paw prints if you already had a cat when you found bakugo on the street and brought him home? Does he get along well with actual animals that aren’t hybrid like him?

Hello! I was just thinking about something similar the other day! Thank you for my first ask. 🙏🏻 I hope this answers your question :)

If you had another cat before Bakukat.

You had adopted your cat a couple years prior to finding our lovable angry fur ball. She was a very soft tempered cat who loved to lay in your lap when you did anything. Watch tv? Read a book? Do your homework? Have a zoom meeting? You bet she was right there.

She was a model fur baby, barely got on the counters due to early training in her kitten hood and she kept her zoomies to decent hours.

You were so used to her temperament that when you found the bakubrat it turned your world upside down. At first you had placed your cat in your room with the essentials so you could tend to the sick kitty, just in the off chance he had something contagious that could be easily passed off. Then you’d have two sick animals to worry about!

You kept her shut in your room as best as you could while he recovered so you could introduce them slowly as not to create an inter-house incident. Though once the vet had given Bakugo a clean bill of health it was time to introduce the two.

You started slowly, one day by bringing out her favorite blanket for him to sniff. He had looked at you like you had killed his first born and swiped at it with a loud hiss.

Well this was going to be interesting.

After that you took small steps to inter-grain them into each others space. The first time he had actually seen her, he had thrown such a hissy fit that you had whisked her away before he had done any damage.

You sighed with your fist against a cheek while flipping through how to sites on your phone in order to get some help on putting them together without a full on battle royal.

Bakugo trotted up and ever so rudely hopped into your lap and began kneading at your thigh. You would’ve called him the cutest baker at the biscuit factory if it were not for the claws that caught your skin every other movement.

“Bakugo quit that!” You waived your fingers in his face, ears flattening against his head as he hissed in response.

That’s what you got for bringing another feline into his house!

You finally had a day off and made it your sole mission to get them in the same room without any signs of aggression from either. Your poor female had barely awknowledged the male, it was primarily Bakugo who had an issue.

You sat on the couch with your fingers gently underneath Bakugo’s arm pits. His fierce crimson eyes glaring back at you as you firmly stated, “I’m going to bring her out. You two are going to get along or I might have to find you a home sir. She was here first.”

His ears flattened and eyes widened. The prissy feline was here first? Absolutely incorrect this was his place! His food giver! Though, if he did play along with the female maybe he wouldn’t be back on the street… again.

You pecked the space between his ears and retuned him to his paws.

Slowly opening the bedroom door, the female trotted out in a devil may care attitude and paused upon rounding the couch, seeing the fiery companion.

Taking a test sniff in the air she chose to ignore him and made a beeline for the food dish since hers had run out a bit before. More like the food had scattered around the rim and heavens to Betsy she will starve in these conditions!

Bakugo watched begrudgingly as she dug into the food he had been eating while under the weather. He had lost interest in the kibble and bits type food anyway!

Raising his tail in the air he huffed and marched his sassy way back to his normal spot on the chair. Finding this a success you squealed a bit and left your door open just a event your cat needed an escape from Bakugo.

Invading his space you began running your fingers through his soft fur, he let out a huff to let you know exactly how he felt but closed his eyes all the same.

The next few days went smoothly, your female avoided Bakugo and he didn’t go out of his way to seek her out either. Continuing to repeat in his mind he didn’t want to be back on the street, so he’d have to deal with this extra.

However if she did pass by within swiping distance he definitely didn’t miss a chance on that one.

Though the first day you left for school after break, coming home to loud snarls and distressed sounds. You found yourself shocked to find that your feline had Bakugo pinned against the floor, teeth bared and a whimper escaped him.

You called her name in a warning tone, he was instantly released and his body a streak as he hid under the couch for the remainder of the evening. Clearly your easy going cat had enough of his attitude!

From then on the two got on swimmingly, your female had asserted her dominance and as annoyed as Bakugo was he left her alone… for the most part.

Though after he became his “human” self you found him on the floor on all fours once with his face in hers. “Whose the boss of the house now princess?”

He stuck his tongue out as she took a swipe at him.

“Last I checked I pay bills in this house so that’d be me.”

He shot up and looked at you with wide eyes, grumbling he didn’t mean it.

Needless to say I feel like Bakugo would be jealous of another cat. Taking up your time and giving you snuggles when you should be paying attention to him! Though even after he turns into his hybrid form you’ll probably catch him snuggling with her while watching tv. He becomes like the I don’t want/like cats dads that become best friends.

Especially if it was the other way around. You didn’t have a cat, and then brought one home after Bakugo thinking he needed a companion. Lord help you if you unknowingly brought home another hybrid!

Especially a tabby stripe with strange green streaks… :) I hope this was up to your standards!

#bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #hybrid bakugo #mha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #neko bakugo #neko bakugou

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totheadhdgodsletmebe · 7 days ago

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It would be really interesting if Alain’s Malamar was once James’s Inkay.

Like some other team rocket grunt messed up, or some higher up, in team rocket saw it as too weak and left his Inkay in Kalos without James knowing

Alain finds the poor thing, while doing some work for the professor, but Inkay wanted nothing to do with him, cause it still wanted to be James pokemon (and it also recognized Alain as someone who it fought)

The poor thing kept looking and looking but still it couldn’t find Team Rocket at all. It got more and more hurt as it looked. One of Alain’s pokemon ends up find them, and convinces them to stay with them. Probably his Bisharp (Idk why but i feel like they are really sweet for some reason).

Inkay goes through the whole emotional process, of believe it has been abandoned and that it was left behind because it wasn’t good enough. It stops taking care of its self and eating, while it’s in this head space. Alain and the rest of sycamore Lab try’s to take care of it.

Talking to them, Alain is able to convince Inkay that is much more than its trainer and that it is not its fault for being left behind. It’s not its fault that it was tricked into believing that the other person cared for them, and that still wanting the person to care for you is ok. Yes, you have to realize that they didn’t care for you, but still having good feelings and thoughts about that person is also ok. Alain was there to help them move past that, so they can be something other than a team rocket pokemon.

Suffice to say, Inkay lets Alain catch them. Inkay before was a pretty strong pokemon on its own before, so it took to fighting really quickly. Having a friend/Role model in Bisharp in was also good for it setting into Alains team.

Clemont’s and Bonnie probably also recognize them as a Team rocket pokemon. Inkay feels guilty for all of what happened, but it’s forgiven really quickly. I could see it being friends with Clem’s Chespin, a lot because they both have a sweet tooth. Macaron thieves at heart.

Well, it evolves eventually because it is never shown in the anime how it evolves. The only thing I can imagine is, Inkay being like “Im ready sir” Alain just grab them and turn them upside down. Then boom their’s your Malamar. There was also probably something else, going on when it evolves, like fighting Neo Team Flare members.

Through out all of this sadly James just thinks his pokemon is having the time of it life with somewhere in a Team rocket base.

When Alain was fighting in the World Coronation series, Team Rocket could just swear that he had at some point seen Malamar but didn’t know where. But during the Masters 8 competition James realizes that is his pokemon and is so proud of them but confused of how Malamar got here.

At some point James confronts Alain on how he has his pokemon. Alain isn’t having any of it, his Bisharp isn’t either. Malamar is torn a bit, because it happy to see James but still doesn’t know how to feel about its old trainer. Team Rocket are at this point hell bent on getting Malamar back, or at least talking to them. So they keep getting in fights.

Ash gets involved somehow and becomes the mediator between them, because A. He is confused, because James keeps calling Alain a kidnapper B. Team Rocket steal pokemon for living but they do not tend to abuse or abandon those pokemon. He gets them to tell both their sides of the story. James feels so bad for what happed, and is actually really grateful for Alain taking care of his pokemon. Alain is just happy that Malamar doesn’t have to think it was abandoned by choice anymore.

He also kinda lays out that if Malamar wants to go back to being James pokemon it can. But James thinks that Malamar can do more with Alain than it could do with him. Eventually they both deicide with their Pokémon’s agreement that, they will stay with Alain but James can come to visit when he wanted. Also Because Ash is a Champion now he can sigh in legal documents, so Alain agrees to in the case of his death. Malamar would go to James. Yes, they sighed a custody agreement for their Pokemon. Like it was a chid of divorce.

#pokemon #pokemon alain #pokemon james #This is dumb but i am happy

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myveryownfanfiction · 7 months ago

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Chapter 36

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @plush4bunny, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

tags: swearing, the wheelers, mediums and con artists, night court spoilers

“so what’s on the docket for tonight?” I asked, swinging my legs as I sat on Wyatt’s desk. He looked over the list and shrugged.

“petty theft. Nude model fight.” I nodded at that appreciatively. “And a couple with issues with a medium…I think. It’s confusing.” Wyatt flipped through the file before looking up and frowning. “I think they’re ready to talk to you counselor.”

”we meet again Mr. Fielding.” The man said. Dan froze and looked at me with wide eyes.

“If I don’t turn around are they really there?” He asked, biting his lip as he scrunched up his nose.

“oh my god!” Abbie cried. “You’re the wheelers! My dad always talked about you guys! I have so many questions!” Dan scowled as he took his spot in front of Abbie. “What’s the charge?” Wyatt handed Abbie the file.

“Animal husbandry.” Wyatt read out. I focused on Dan, wondering what he was thinking seeing the wheelers back in court.

“as someone who’s heard your stories before can we skip the next three calamities and get to the point?” Dan complained. I giggled behind my hand and he looked over at me. The case progressed and abbie called for recess. The only thing I had really caught onto was that she wanted to see the wheelers medium to talk to her dad.

“so what was that like?” I asked as we sat down in the cafeteria. Dan groaned and let his head drop onto my shoulder.

“those poor ghosts.” He said. “Although leave it to them to get stuck with a haunted apartment. I did promise to help them get rid of it though.”

“olivia.” I said. Dan nodded.

“I can’t believe I saw the wheelers.” He shuddered before sitting back up. “Abbie has her psychic though.”

“did you tell her that?” I asked. Dan shook his head but waved her over when he saw her walk in.

“so I have some news.” He said. Abbie nodded. “You’ve got your psychic.”

“wait really?” Abbie exclaimed, almost throwing her arms around dans neck.

“I made it happen. I did a favor for the wheelers and they helped me jump the line with this Fleetwood Mac b side.” Dan said, patting her arm. “We meet in your office after session tonight.”

“what did you do?” Abbie asked, taking a seat at the table. She opened her lunch and I put a hand over my mouth. Dan looked over at me as I swallowed thickly.

“You alright?” He asked me. I nodded and waved him off as the nausea passed. “I just helped them sell their haunted brownstone.” Dan said, turning his attention back to Abbie but keeping an eye on me. As Abbie ate, the smell continued to get to me. I excused myself and headed to Abbie’s office. I opened the window and sat down. “Hey.” I turned to see Dan standing in the doorway.

“Hey.” I said back, rubbing my stomach.

“you ran out of there pretty quickly…” Dan trailed off, eyes focused on my hand movement. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“yeah. Just not feeling well.” I said, rubbing my stomach again. Dan nodded, looking back up at my eyes.

“maybe you should see a doctor.” He said, coming to sit next to me. I leaned into him and closed my eyes.

“already have.” I mumbled. “Just a bug.” Dan nodded as he kissed my head.

“alright.” He said. “Maybe you should sit out the seance.” I nodded.

“I’ll take a nap in your office.” I said. Dan nodded. He walked me back to his office and grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over me before kissing my head and heading towards the door.

“call me if you need me.” He said. I nodded with a smile as he left the room. The phone rang not long after and I sagged with relief at the news. Laying back down, I stared at the ceiling with a smile on my face. When I got antsy, I got up and walked back to Abbie’s office. The psychic was gone and Dan was talking to Abbie.

“Dan…” she whispered. He turned to look at her. “That was the phrase.”

“what?” He asked. “Are you telling me that I’m supposed to be Harry’s vessel?” The lights flickered and Dan quickly tried to appease whatever it was. “Alright. Alright.” The lights stayed on and Dan chuckled. “Always had to have the last word.” Abbie smiled at him and hugged his arm, leaning her head on his shoulder. I rubbed my stomach again and knocked on the door.

“hey guys.” I said. Abbie stood up and walked over to hug me. “How’d it go?”

“she was a fake. But Dan and I have come to an understanding.” She said with a smile. I nodded and watched her leave.

“so feeling better?” Dan asked as he stood up and made his way over to me.

“yeah.” I said, lost in thought.

“penny for your thoughts?” He asked, kissing my forehead.

“you know I always thought she’d be a good aunt but now I think Abbie would make a great big sister.” I said absentmindedly, bringing dans hand to my stomach.

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Life drawing

We took inspiration from each other. Resurrection was as much an art as a science, and - just as a life drawing class might each take turn to sit as model, for the rest to capture in charcoal and ink - we had no better muse than our peers. I watched the way that Hugo walked, studied anatomy at Sebastian's feet. We learnt to draw life in a different way, channelling it into our constructed bodies, and we always made them in the image of our classmates.

They were a good bunch of chaps, more or less. I had arrived at the College not knowing what to expect, but they soon had me feeling right at home. That was day one, and for three years it has been: the Royal College of Resurrectionists, with me among their number. It sounds awfully grand, but then I suppose it has to. There would always be those who questioned our trade, if it we didn't have the Crown's seal of approval on the doors.

We were never grave robbers. They took pains to make that clear. Not robbers of any kind, any more than those who plumbed the Earth for the coal of withered conifers, the crude oil of a million shellfish. We simply extracted a natural resource, and turned it towards industry: animating bodies to work the turbines, deep within the city's catacombs, or to serve in a workhouse production line. It was more ethical, they said, than making the living suffer that. We were the liberators of the working poor, and their puppeteers in death.

Our corpses were simple automatons, but we had to make them as functional as possible. There had been... experiments, before our time, but the College had long since settled on a normal human form. I suppose they couldn't argue with millennia of evolution. Where bodies were damaged, we had to patch them back together, with parts from elsewhere. The deceased mind never returned, but there was no excuse not to find four working limbs.

It was seen as a respectable career. Most of us were the second or third sons of wealthy families, you see, sent to make something of ourselves, or at least out of parts of other people. It wasn't that we needed the money. But then there was Vincent. He arrived with nothing but the clothes on his back, some orphan from the city come to try his luck. He thought he'd find his fortune here, I supposed at the time. I perhaps didn't think on that enough.

Vincent was an odd fish. Out of place amongst the old boys, certainly, when he arrived in our second year. He spoke, moved, held himself in different ways - at first, anyway. Henry was the son of a viscount, and Vincent didn't even know who his father had been. Not that there was any speculation. If he had any aristocratic blood, it was in the samples in his vials. A wretched creature from the street, playing at academia.

Oh, but he was an artist. Gifted in a way that none of us had ever been, even with a year longer to learn. He had the neatest, most delicate stitches, and the vision to do things the hard way, combining fragments from a dozen bodies into a single masterpiece. Our corpses were poor imitations of life; Vincent's creations were almost something better. He knew exactly how to mix the paint to capture something new.

Not that he had nothing to learn from us. I helped him to find his feet, even lent a hand from time to time, when there were none left in the ice house. Within a week, he'd learnt my walk; after a month, I heard his accent change. He became one of us. A resurrectionist, and a gentleman. We might not always have been as welcoming as gentlemen should, but we embraced him then: an outsider no more. Things were easier, all being on equal footing. If anything, his footwork was better.

Whilst we all tried to capture each other in flesh, sorting through the assembled body parts for eyes that were Sebastian's particular blue, a character study to hone our craft, only Vincent could capture my essence. It was as much about impression as accuracy, he told me once: in the way that a good caricature is more recognisable than a poor attempt at realism. After a dozen tries, he got my smile just right, as if he'd studied it for a thousand years. He became my artist, and I found myself his muse.

"I should cut my hair," I told him, looking down at the slab like a mirror. We were in the icehouse, where we're standing now. The College had its own catacombs, and filled them with our choice of body parts, a sort of delicatessen-cum-morgue. "It falls too much over my eyes."

"Don't you dare," he said, adopting that well-bred tone of playful arrogance. My tone, perhaps. The rest of us all sounded the same. "I want you exactly as you are."

He couldn't help but make me blush. Whilst the others moved on from such imitation, trying to challenge themselves with different forms, Vincent's bodies always seemed to mirror mine, as if his mind was always pregnant with those thoughts of me. I reddened at this sincerest form of flattery, and his mimics learned to flush their cheeks as well. He fell behind in his other studies, and I fell deeper for his charms.

We often met in the icehouse, a way to repress my blush at his words, and I suppose that's where this story ends. He invited me to meet him there on some pretence: a project gone awry, perhaps, as if that were ever likely to be the case. I do not remember; may not have even cared for the details at the time. I confess I was an easy catch. If I had stopped listening after 'Vincent needs you', I would not now be surprised. At that stage, he had me dancing in the palm of his hand. It's such a shame that wasn't enough.

"You are due to graduate soon," he said. No introduction. It felt that this was something he had been meaning to speak about for some time, and I felt my heart swell at the thought. Vincent was never carefree with his emotions. Would he admit to missing me? Implore me to stay?

"I am," I admitted. "I have a role lined up with an old chum of my uncle's. He owns some form of factory. Glovemaking, I think. But it will only be a year before you are free to leave as well, and I'm sure you'll have your choice of offers."

"I fear I am impoverished when it comes to uncles, relative to some. Not to mention chums."

"Oh," I said. I often forgot about him humble beginnings, so skilled was he at disguising them. "Well, if it's doors you need opened, you can come straight to me."

"You know, that is precisely why I have invited you here today."

"It is?" I reacted as if he'd given me a gift. I was still so eager to help.

"I have no desire for some second-string role, to labour under you or any of your kin. One aspect of your role is not enough. Having worked alongside you and the others for these past two years, I have observed such laziness, such privilege, that no amount of hard work seems to overcome. It seems far easier to dispense with you and live off your inheritance."

"Dispense with me?" Finally, I felt the chill in the air. "You mean to kill me, Vincent?"

"Alas, no," he said, in that tone which would be called well-bred on anybody else's tongue, and had been well-purloined on his. "We have mastered the art of replicating the human body, but still lag behind when it comes to the mind. I must keep you here, at least until you've told me everything: your childhood memories with your family, the heart of your relationships, the levers I might pull. All that your replacement needs to truly take your place."

"A replacement?"

"After many failed attempts, which you have so gallantly helped me to hone, I have finally perfected your simulacrum. He will keep your head down in the meantime, whilst I extract the information I will need. Then you can die, and I'll take your spare parts for storage, and drain away your blood. But have to siphon off your memories first. It would be such a waste to take your life, without first taking it for my own."

"I won't talk," I said, eyeing the various tools the icehouse held. Meat hooks. Rib spreaders. Scalpels. Bone saws. "Even if I do, how you can trust that what I say won't be a lie?"

"Please," he snorted in Sebastian's derision. He'd always had a habit of acquiring habits from others, as if trying them on, learning how and who to replicate. "Your body holds no secrets from me! I, who have taken it apart a dozen times, and put it back together again. I have studied your tells with your manner of breathing, your frequency of blinks, all in the interests of fidelity. I know what your truth looks like, and I will recognise your lies - even if I have to peel open your cranium and check your prefrontal cortex for myself. I think I'll start by taking your pulse, and, if I think you're lying, I'll start taking your skin instead."

"Then I'll never tell the truth!" I told him. "You promise to kill me when I give you what you need? Forgive me, but that seems an odd bargain indeed. Under those terms, my survival depends upon retaining the very secrets you desire. How long can you keep me hidden, I wonder? Longer than I can hide the truth? My incentive is surely to keep silent, or to offer you only my screams."

"If it's death that you fear," he shrugged, a gesture he'd learnt from Hugo. "I'd be loathe damage your body too much, as you know. If your echo doesn't pass muster, I might need to supplement with one or two authentic parts - and of course it's always good to keep a spare. But I can take those parts off, to pack in the ice for a rainy day. It's your choice whether I do that after you die, or whilst you're still alive. I know your body better than anyone. I estimate that I will barely begin taking you apart before it starts to beg for death."

"Please," I said. He was right. He was always right, and I already knew that I couldn't even throw myself upon his mercy. Vincent had always been the least squeamish in his work. Cold but beautiful. Beautiful but cold. I tried to meet his gaze, but his own grey eyes simply stared back at me, as if assessing mine for quality.

"Tell me everything," he said. "We'll start with your life story, running up to this moment. Even our time together: your impressions of me, when I arrive at the College, in case my clone needs to introduce me later on. Speak as if I was a stranger. Leave nothing out."

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