#the russian genes play a part for sure

[larrydaleydaily]

i’m confident that it’s been said before but does anyone else think about Kelvin timeline Pavel Andreievich Chekov all the time?

do you ever think about how Anton Yelchin didn’t know why he was cast as Chekov but still gave the role his all? how he watched all of TOS to understand what it meant to be a Star Trek actor? how excited he was to be part of a series with a character that he loved deeply?

and then do you ever think about how deeply Star Trek loved him back? three vessels named “USS Yelchin”? a memorial plaque next to Gene Roddenberry? walter koenig, the original Chekov, who gave his blessing for Anton to play the character, saying that it’s right that the character not be recast after Anton died?

do you ever think about that Russian whiz kid?

because i sure do.

[goddamnwebcomics]

Alright. So what are the best character designs you've encountered in a webcomic? It can't all be bad.

Oh sure, this time I'll go in no particular order. Let me start with the most obvious.

1. Matt from Gene Catlow

I may be biased but Matt is a character design masterpiece, he's got a simple yet effective design that captures his personality as a self-serving schemer. His appearance is very much inspired by Cassius from Kimba the White Lion, making him appear as a vicious panther-like cat as opposed to Gene's tomcat design. Matt is also sexy despite not being conventionally attractive, but part of that is thanks to the wide range of emotions Matt goes through. He is the most emotional character in this comic, and his expressions come off as natural due to how flexible his face is. He can look adorable in one panel and scary as hell in the next. You can tell Albert put a ton of care in Matt's design. It didn't start out perfect, hell, it didn't even look like him at all, but eventually, he became the design masterpiece he is now.

2. Dr. Universe from Spinnerette

While Krawniverse is an annoying objectivist self-insert, I think he has a great design. The mad scientist look that is eyecatching from the get go. He also does look somewhat like a normal human being when he's in a civilian outfit, but he looks so much more interesting as the mad scientist. I went with the black jacket he wore at the beginning of Fat Spinny arc as my favourite look for him.

Demikhov does also deserve a shoutout for being a russian remix of Universe's design.

3. N.O.S. from Console Girl

Of course the best character from Console Girl also has the best design, it really sucks that every other console's design prioritizes author's fetishes or cosplay instead of giving them an unique outfit that have the colors of console on the forefront. N.O.S. not only looks great, she can go from elegant to psychotic in the blink of an eye. Her grey skin also makes more sense than with Vibibi because it's part of the CONSOLE's color. She also looks oddly cute when she doesn't do the mad eyes.

4. Sir Ari from Kit n Kay Boodle

It's a snake with a top hat. Sometimes less is more.

5. Celesto Morgan from Dominic Deegan

This is another biased choice but of all the characters in Deegan Celesto has the best design, he has a consistent hairstyle and his design is the perfect foil for Deegan. He started off as Szark/Lady Szark's lover who later became the truth-spitting edgelord we all know and love. I also like how his eyes glow black instead of white, which probably fits the seers more. Anytime shit is about to go down Celesto will show up, but he also might show up to bang some chick.

6. Stealth from Alien Dice

Yes, Stealth is also in the best design list, more specifically her old design. Even if Tiffany has learned to draw the new Stealth, the old design is just so much superior. I think Stealth's old design may be my favourite of all the dice designs as rest of them are either malformed animals or discount Digimon. She looks like what you expect alien cat to look like with green large eyes, two tails and hypnotic fur pattern. Can you imagine what the evolved forms would've looked like if she never got whitewashed? Just...keep the human hair out.

7. Alejandra Coldthorn from Las Lindas

Chalo's art and Las Lindas as a whole peaked during Alej's revenge, originally she was just another big booby cow with tight office clothes but when she plotted the insane scheme of ruining Mora's life she became both fashionable and threatening at once. I love her brown jacket and her much more menacing demeanor. Makes you think she's gonna play the World's Most Dangerous Game with Las Lindas residents. Of course that didn't last long, but damn, Alej was so fun to watch during this time and her design here was the cherry on top of the cake.

8. Bloodcrow from Spinnerette

We end on another Spinnerette character. Bloodcrow is a tragedy because when he isn't wearing that stupid Birdman of Alcatraz mask he looks actually really sexy even with his facial scars. He's also built great like damn. Now I kinda wish I could riff that porn co-OKAY I STOP.

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| It's a small world : XX |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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« - Hello, my pretty, are you lost? 

- No, I'm not lost. 

- Where's your daddy? 

- Working. 

- And your mom? 

- She's working too. »   

The man looked like the kind of terrifying person you see in TV cartoons, tall, masculine-looking, with two falsies, one on each cheek, and the typical costume of the staff who work with her father. The little girl stares at the stranger for a few seconds, before going back to her game with the little dolls, one of which has lost its head in what is sure to be an epic battle between the two. At first, the man was doubtful, looking at the little girl with the kind of questioning gaze that adults have towards children who destroy their toys, before the little girl looked at him again, filled with curiosity. 

« - Are you a friend of my daddy's? 

- That depends on who your daddy is. 

- Jung Hoseok, the owner of the establishment. 

This sounds like an obvious statement between her lips, making the adult smile softly. 

- Then yes, I'm a friend of his. 

- What's your name? 

- Namjoon. 

- And have you ever seen a real corpse? »   

The question took him a little aback as he opened his mouth to answer, only to be stopped by Jung Hoseok entering the room, his gaze lost on his phone. He was surprised to see Namjoon crouching next to his daughter, who straightened up mischievously before running to join the adult with the laughter of a future psychopath, and Namjoon raised his hands in defense of the mutilated toy left indignantly on the office floor. 

« - We can say she takes your genes.

- Are you saying I have psychopath genes? 

- Something like that, yes. 

- The joke, coming from someone who eats our prostitutes. »   

Namjoon wrinkles his nose, touched, before straightening up and settling into the comfortable sofa, even though they were friends, it was rather rare for Namjoon not to face the trip to Hoseok's big CEO office, it was usually when there was a problem, and even though Jungkook was often referred to as the boss, since Namjoon had graciously let him take the place, he still had some authority. So Hoseok sat down opposite him after pouring him a glass of his best wine, which he offered rather sluggishly.

« - What brings you here? I thought you only played bouncer when Jin was giving you a hard time? 

- I'm not here for Jin, I'm here for something else. »   

Namjoon's grave expression sent a shiver of anticipation down Hoseok's spine as he bit his lower lip, trying to decipher what he was saying. What was the big Kim Namjoon thinking, looking so serious? It made the older man nervous, and he played with his glass, waiting for him to lick the abscess. 

« - What do you know about your companion? 

- Elyzabeth? That she's the daughter of the Ivanovich family, the candy sellers. Her mother Elhya is a discreet, not to say battered, woman. 

- And her father? 

- You know something, so spit it out. Tell me the big secret. 

- Gregory Ivanovich is a Russian immigrant who's been financing Mr. Damarro's big business for ten years now. »   

The surprise on Hoseok's face, as he takes on a more serious posture, his gaze pierces his former boss, and Namjoon takes a few sips of his drink, as if he wanted to let time pass before continuing. Damarro was the biggest black spot in all their organizations, and knowing that his wife could be part of it made him sick. But after all, she'd never been surprised, even seemed to know him, her brain firing on all cylinders as the epiphany of the century hit him like a slap in the face. Was Namjoon telling him that Elyzabeth might be a mole? No. Never had he bugged her, like the good sociopath he is, never had he heard her talk to anyone but her friends, Jimin and Taehyung. 

« - You don't think she'd work for that? 

- I've researched her. No Elyzabeth Ivanovich exists. At least, not anymore. 

- What do you mean, not anymore? 

- Elyzabeth Ivanovich has been dead for four years now. »  

It hit him like a thump; he couldn't have heard what he'd heard. How could she be dead and alive at the same time. His brows furrowed, his eyes almost lighting up, as Namjoon handed him the official death papers. Dead at the hands of her husband, Heisuke Damarro. Hoseok's world seemed to crumble before his eyes as he passed papers to his friend several times. It had been a nightmare, and now that he thought it was all over, he found himself facing the weight of painful consequences. His gaze landed on Namjoon as his eyes trembled. 

« - What are the orders, then?

- For the moment, none. Jungkook hasn't decided yet. But when he does. Expect things to get done.

- What are the risks? 

- Suga has already been warned. You won't have to worry. He'll do the dirty work. »   

Hoseok only nods slightly, he could open his mouth, begging not to really shoot his companion, but the doubt is there. Strong, with a bitter taste of betrayal, he purses his lips together, playing with the rest of his glass, finishing it in one gulp. 

« - No. If this is going to happen, then I want to be the one to take care of it.

- Are you sure? 

- No mercy for traitors. As much as we love them, Yoongi's former partner also paid the consequences.

- Perfect, I'll leave the announcement to you to Jungkook. » 

                                                               -x-

It must have been around eighteen fifteen when Jimin got out of the shower. It was still strange how he'd agreed to move. He was on the home stretch, with only a month to go before he could celebrate his graduation, and to be totally honest, Jimin was looking forward to it. Even though he now knew the truth about his boyfriend's business, he really wanted to be part of the progression. He hummed a popular tune as he reached for the phone on the coffee table, reading the various messages that popped up, before rejoining the bedroom completely naked. Min Yoongi was sprawled like a cat on the bed, sexy in his pyjamas designed for the warmth of spring, now firmly in place.

« - What are you doing? You're going to catch a cold. 

- That's fine with me, if it means having your undivided attention.

- You always have my undivided attention. »  

A thin smile appears on Jimin's lips, as he joins the bed, without wasting any time, he comes to caress Yoongi's sides, kissing her neck, her lips, more and more passionately, before coming to take dominance between Yoongi's thighs. He then lifted Yoongi's shirt, making it quiver between his fingers, while the older man let out a slight moan, perhaps a little too soft, he wanted it to be animalistic, and he made this clear by taking dominance. Their lips collide more violently, and Jimin grunts when he feels Yoongi's bouncing derriere against his all-too-pronounced desire. Both become more and more violent, and soon the warmth of spring disappears, to be replaced by that of the couple's animality. The urge becomes more and more pressing, and more and more violent, until both bodies climax. Out of breath, Jimin let himself go against the mattress, breathing deeply to catch his breath, before rolling against the tender body of his lover. 

« - Did you known Elyzabeth from long? 

- Long enough, yes. Why?

- Can you tell me a little more? »  

Jimin's nose wrinkles, as he slowly turns his head towards Yoongi. He stares at him, quite curious, before playing with his own lips. He ends up with a slight smile, rolling to get over Yoongi, returning to the torrid passion taking them over again. 

« - You should ask her yourself, don't you think? » 

[joanshan]

Lowering Cholesterol Naturally

We have been inundated with reasons why our cholesterol is too high and that it’s bad for us. Then there’s the idea that there’s “good” cholesterol and “bad cholesterol.” Then we take a ratio of the good and the bad, and voilà – we have a percentage of average risk. Who can really understand all this, and what is this science based on?

Let’s understand that cholesterol is necessary and very much needed by the human brain. A huge part of our brain is composed of cholesterol! A doctor I used to go to once told me that he had patients coming in complaining of brain fog, and when tested, their cholesterol levels were very low. When they began to eat healthy foods containing cholesterol, their clarity of thinking improved.  

So, let’s see why we need cholesterol first. Although higher levels of “bad” cholesterol have been linked to heart disease and are still problematic, the Cleveland Clinic says that we don’t have to worry anymore about eating foods high in cholesterol. (If you have diabetes, many cardiologists believe you should still avoid foods high in cholesterol.) 

Our genes are more implicated in heart disease than diet. If your body is wired genetically to create high levels of bad cholesterol, what you eat is not going to affect that. On the other hand, the field of epigenetics (how environment and your genes interact) shows us that we can quiet adverse gene expression through higher quality diet, supplements, mindfulness, etc. 

Just be sure you work with a very competent health care practitioner – you don’t want to play Russian Roulette with your health!

Cholesterol is needed to maintain cell health and build cells, and it is a precursor for synthesizing things like sex hormones, the bile in the liver, and vitamin D. So, folks, we really do need it!

However, if our percentages of good to bad are out of whack, and so many of us have this problem, it’s time to go to work on our diets. Start by cutting way back or completely out the junky foods and drinks full of sugar and refined grains and other chemicals. That’s a big part of the problem. Read food labels and avoid foods containing hydrogenated oils, or partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, for one big example. This has even been banned by the FDA earlier this year. 

Eat foods that are healthy – even saturated fats. For example, although many will cry out in horror, meat fat consumed in moderation will not be harmful for most people! Coconut oil, a very healthy fat, is a saturated fat so you get a green light on that.

Foods which can help lower LDL cholesterol are oats, barley, beans, eggplant, nuts, fruits such as applies, grapes, strawberries, and citrus fruits, being rich in pectin, represent soluble fiber that helps lower LDL. Fatty fishes (think mackerel, herring, tuna, salmon, trout – preferably wild caught) can also help, because they are rich in omega-e fats, which help in the battle against high triglyceride levels.

Avocados are rich in monounsaturated fatty acids are also helpful. It almost goes without saying that extra virgin olive oil is heart healthy – go for the cold-pressed ones, as needed nutrients are not lost through the heating process this way. 

A few supplements which are protective of your cholesterol levels are niacin (vitamin B-3), soluble fiber, psyllium, garlic, red yeast rice (white rice fermented with yeast), ginger, which is completely healthy for your gut as well as tasting yummy, and flaxseed. 

Make other needed lifestyle changes. If you’re a smoker, or perhaps even a drug user, STOP! I know it is much easier said than done, but please work on it because your life may depend on this.

In fact, if you quit cigarettes, after 20 minutes, your blood pressure and heart rate recover from the spiking that smoking causes. Within three months of quitting, lung and blood circulation function start to improve. Within a year, your risk of heart disease is 50% lower than people who still smoke! 

Please get enough exercise that you find invigorating and fun. You’re probably not going to continue to exercise forever if you’re not having fun doing it. You can do this in moderation – too little won’t be much help, and neither will too much! (You can actually hurt yourself by exercising too much.)

Although it is just one of many, many diverse health factors, it can be helpful to lose some weight. If you have a lot to lose, this may be especially beneficial. However, just changing your diet may help in this path to recovery.

If you enjoy alcoholic beverages, please do so in moderation. As a drug counselor and prevention specialist, I would not recommend drinking every day. In fact, a couple times a month is plenty in my opinion, and I’m talking about one to two drinks. You shouldn’t get tipsy – if you do, in my educated opinion (remember – I’m a nerd!), it’s too much. 

I cannot recommend starting mindfulness activities on a daily basis. This can even be five minutes a day! Do something you enjoy, which helps calm you, relax you, and helps you be in the present moment. Some favorites are diffusing essential oils, bubble baths, reading, taking a walk in the woods, etc. 

If you find yourself in a dangerous position with your cholesterol, you can implement natural ways to lower it and also take medication until you can lower the amounts of medication needed or stop completely. This is a good way to control for negative side effects. 

For more detailed information, visit Health And Wellness

As always, please have a happy, holistically healthy day!

Dr. P

Source: Lowering Cholesterol Naturally

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Castle fanfiction 

Why did you elbow me? 57

Crossover event part 1

Sam Braddock: pov hurry up Jules we are going to be late for our flight. We had already packed our luggage, you never know what can happen so always be prepared. Greg was nice enough to give us Friday to Monday off so we are visiting New York for a mini vacation. Maybe visit Niagara falls if we have time. Once our flight landed we grabbed our bags and headed to our hotel room which is in Manhattan. 

Jules Callaghan-Braddock: pov me and Sam put our bags down and decided to stop for lunch. There is a cute sub shop near the hotel which we decided to hit. The food was amazing. Sam got a steak sandwich and I got a chicken sandwich. After walking around Central Park for a bit we then visited Ellis Island.  Wow this place has so much history in it. Hearing these people's stories is amazing.

Sam: pov it is starting to get late on the way back to the hotel we stop at an Italian restaurant. The wait is not too bad,  once seated the waitress hands Jules the menu and she orders the lasagna.  I decided on the stuffed shells. We talk while we eat. The food is amazing. We stop at a small store and buy snacks and drinks on the way back to the hotel. In our room I put on some dark gray sweatpants and my black SRU shirt. Jules does the same and opens some snacks so we can try them before bed. The candy is so good. Me and Jules made sure to brush our teeth before bed.

Captain Olivia Benson: pov Today was a slow day at SVU. The new guy Joe said something that got to me. We had a case we just finished where a man raped a woman and tortured her. She was covered in scars. when we talked to the guys mother she mentioned her son was conceived in a rape. Ugh just great, i tell the woman in private about me being a product of rape. once the mother left Joe said out loud like father like son I guess when your a product of rape you become a rapist too must be in the gene's. He even said why didn't the woman fight back or do more to escape. Fin was nice enough to pull him aside and give him the talk about me being a product of rape. The new detergent I'm using is giving me a rash. Fin says he will look at it, that is what friends are for and it's on my back and stomach. Joe made his second mistake of the day saying that the woman had a lot of scars and no man would date a woman with that many scars. scars are ugly and if a woman had scars he would dump her sorry ass probably has emotional baggage too.  I say victim shaming is wrong Joe. Fin is in my office looking at the Rash on my back and stomach when all of a sudden Joe walks in saying sorry about before but then all of a sudden says ew that looks disgusting your skin is like all gross and scarred. I'm trying to hold back my emotions. Fin decides to pull Joe aside and into an interrogation room to talk.

Fin: pov i mention to Joe, Liv was attacked by a man after a case she went home and he was in her apartment the guy was named William Lewis and he held her hostage for 4 days with no food and water she was tortured and watched a few people die and be raped during her ordeal. Then the guy escaped prison and made her play Russian roulette with him before he killed himself. This man haunts her to this day. She still goes to therapy over it. Joe says oh I had no idea I'm so sorry. I tell him you should be apologizing to her, not me she is your boss. 

Kate Beckett-Castle: pov  we had no murders today which is great Castle is at home writing he is stopping by later with Lunch. Around noon Castle shows up with some amazing chinese food. Lanie said she was thinking about Chinese food last night and almost ordered it for dinner once we were done eating. Me and the boys get back to our paperwork. Which Castle does not help at all with. He went back home. In the women's room while I'm in the stall I hear 2 girls talking. The one says I hear the Captain has a heart condition. I bet you 50 bucks I can make her drop. The other girl says how are you going to do that. I thought only old people have heart issues. The first girl says it's going to be epic and she will never see it coming. The second girl says maybe we can give her too much caffeine. The first girl says no, I can put a fake spider in her office, maybe that will get her to drop. If that does not work I will jump out at her. They had no idea I was listening in on their conversation. I walk out of the stall and say by the way the Captain is not afraid of spiders. They are so shocked that they have been busted. I make sure to write them up for this. Ryan and Esposito suggest the best way for them to learn a lesson. The day feels like it's been dragging on forever.

Castle: pov  Back at the loft Kate tells me about what happened in the bathroom. I'm very angry about it and say they should be punished because they knew it was wrong but still planned to go on with the idea. I'm making a healthy version of hamburgers for us. Martha and Alexis are also home. While we ate Alexis talked about school and how it was going and about the plans she has with some friends later this week. Mother mentioned her acting school is rehearsing for an upcoming play.  After dinner everyone does their own thing. Mother is reading lines, Alexis is studying for a test and Kate is in bed. While I get some writing done she is exhausted. To be continued.  …..

[sunfish-studies]

Acceptance

✄・・・ Feathery Ink [Karasuno Manager Series]

➜ Pairing: Karasuno x Manager! Reader

➜ Warning: none

➜ Notes: This is a separate series from Crisp Leaves. Similar to Crisp Leaves, manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm (along 5’7’’). This is just my appreciation towards tall girls, you guys are amazing!

Previous:  ‹ Worth › | Next:  ‹ Greed ›

↷ SUMMARY ↶

Acceptance; that’s what you’re searching for this whole time.

“OOOH!”

You stopped on your steps, immediately stiffened from the sudden loud voice–resulting someone bumping into you quite hard. Stumbling on your feet, the person immediately had their grip onto your arm–preventing you to kiss the ground face first.

“Sorry, you okay?” looking over your shoulder rather stiffly, eyes resting on the figure towering over your figure (still, the top of your head reached his cheek bone, but he’s tall alright). That and he had a rather… unique black, spiky hair.

“T-thank you,” you replied meekly.

“Sorry about him, he means no harm,” the taller boy apologized for his friend over there who… cried and kneeled on the ground? Is this having something to do with your existence!? Your height!? Anything!?

“There’re three girls now! Now they’ve got a pretty one, a cute one, and a model-like one!”

“Is he okay, though…?” you questioned, feeling the taller boy letting go of your hand and proceeded to pat your head lightly–which kind of reminds you of Daichi’s gesture.

“Yes, sadly.” He sighed in resignation. “Oh, by the way, I’m Kuroo Tetsurou. Third year, Nekoma’s captain, and this is the first time I see you around, along with that girl over there.”

The boy, Kuroo, pointed to Yachi’s figure who’s escorted by Kiyoko–you thought she somehow forgot about you, but you instantly erased the thought from your mind when noticing her not so subtle glare directed towards Kuroo.

“Ah, I just became an official manager yesterday,” you said, finding talking to Kuroo comfortable–he did kind of intimidating for his height, still standing taller over you. Maybe he’s almost 190 cm. However, he exudes this comforting aura much like Daichi as a captain. “My name is Otohaku [Name] and the girl you mentioned before is Yachi Hitoka, she’s my classmate.”

“That explains a lot.” Kuroo hummed. “And I have to say, this is the first time I’ve seen a girl as tall as you. At least Yamamoto is right about the model-like part.”

Instantly, you found your face hot as if it was engulfed with fire–stealing a laugh from him and earning another hair ruffle for you.

“I’m happy you’re getting along with our manager and all,” Daichi soon interrupted by pushing his way in between you and Kuroo while removing the captain’s hand from your head. He smiled, but his smile was far than nice–which made you swallowed thickly even though it’s not directed towards you. “But, not too close, would you?”

.

.

“They screamed powerhouses already,” you muttered, watching teams practicing. “Especially the dark blue ones.”

“You have good eyes,” Coach Ukai suddenly said, making you turn to face him. “That’s Fukurodani Academy.”

“Fukurodani…?” your eyes slowly widened in disbelief, trying process the extremely familiar name in your brain. “The Fukurodani Academy? One of the top players in Japan is in that school.”

“Just like Ushiwaka, he’s one of the top five aces heading to nationals.” Takeda-sensei continued.

“Bokuto Kotaro.” Somehow you couldn’t control your inner monologue and just plain blurted it, earning a surprised look from the older men and your girls. Also magically, the person you just mentioned immediately snapped his head to look over his shoulder and looking straight at you. He immediately grinned and you tried to reply back with a nervous smile and a wave.

“[Name]-chan, how did you know that!?�� Yachi asked.

“Well, my big brother hasn’t shut up about him, so,”

“Your brother is a player, Otohaku?” Coach Ukai asked. “That’s why your last name sounded familiar for a reason.”

“Does Otohaku Hisahito sounded familiar to you?”

“I’ve seen him in the volley magazine,” Coach Ukai nodded in understanding. “He’s a candidate for one of the top middle blockers for around three years. He’s sure has an impact in plays.”

“To think [Name]-chan has connection with a very famous person,” Shimizu chuckled.

.

.

“Hey, hey, hey!” There’re so many unexpected things happened in one day and you wondered on how your heart could keep up with it. One of them would be this–being approached by one of the top five aces in the country. “You’re from Karasuno, right? The assistant coach!”

“Bokuto-san, don’t decide their position on your own. You’re being rude.”

“But she looks like one!”

“I’m sorry for his poor introduction skills.” The black-haired boy with calm atmosphere apologized–he has a really contrast personality with Bokuto. “My name is Akaashi Keiji, and this is Bokuto Kotaro-san. The captain of Fukurodani team.”

“Uhm, nice to meet you. I’m Karasuno’s manager, first year. Otohaku [Name].” you bowed slightly to show your respect.

“What!? You’re a manager!? And a first year!?” maybe it’s instinct or his outgoing personality much like Hinata, he didn’t hesitate to close the gap and stood only a few centimeters away from you. “You’re so tall, though! It’s awesome! Man, first years this time are really something!”

“Bokuto-san, you’re being too close.” Akaashi interrupted and slightly tugged on the captain’s shirt, preventing him from taking another step forward and ended up scaring you away.

“But, Akaashi look at her!” Bokuto didn’t even hesitate to point at you enthusiastically. “She’s only a little bit shorter than me!”

Getting away from Akaashi’s grip, he threw an arm around you and plainly pressed his cheek on top of your head–where your height stopped. It all happened too fast to the point your brain short-circuited. “See!”

Akaashi’s brow twitched. “Bokuto-san, you’re making her uncomfortable.”

“Excuse me,” Sugawara interrupted with a smile, however, the smile was far from friendly–dark auras looming behind him menacingly, which made Bokuto stiffened. Why? Because it was directed to him. “Could we have our dearest manager back, please?”

“Of course, we apologize if we took her time,” Akaashi said and pulled on Bokuto’s shirt to drag him away, essentially saving him from Sugawara’s wrath.

.

.

“Wuaah, it’s finally nice to meet you!” Ubugawa’s manager, Miyanoshita Eri, didn’t think twice to tackle you into a hug–sending you two sprawling onto the laid futon. You yelped in surprise as your back hit the fluffy material. “Sorry, you’re just so pretty!”

“Yeah, you have to know that Bokuto hasn’t shut up about you for even a second!” one of Fukurodani’s manager, Shirofuku Yukie, commented.

“Our boys are also getting rather distracted!” Shinzen’s manager, Otaki Mako, nodded and smiled. “Well, I wouldn’t judge them because I’m distracted too! Who’s not when they see a pretty lady not far away?”

“I guess [Name]-chan has her own charms between the boys,” Shimizu giggled, enjoying seeing you flustered.

“Riiight?” Suzumeda Kaori grinned widely. “Everyone’s more fired up than before.”

“By the way, how do you have this kind of height?” Eri questioned, loosening her arms around your shoulders. “Do you do intense sports or workout?”

“It’s genes, actually,” you answered, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “My dad’s around 190 cm and my mom’s around 180 cm. Both of them are athletes.”

“That explains a lot,” Yukie hummed in understanding. “Just like Nekoma’s really tall first-year. He’s half Russian I guess.”

“H-half? That’s amazing,” Yachi stuttered.

“I could just imagine [Name]-chan being flaunted on in school!” Mako hugged her pillow close to her chest. “Ah, a goddess among mortals-“

“People… don’t like my height,” it’s rude for cutting her off, but you couldn’t help it. Not when it tasted extremely bitter upon your tongue. “The boys said I’m too tall and girls are supposed to be petite. The girls don’t want to get too close because I’m a giant, they’re intimidated. I… kind of wish I was smaller…”

“WHAT!? WHO SAID THAT!?” Yukie shrieked full of disgust. “How dare they judge you by appearance!?

“[Name]-chan, I need names! Names!” Kaori demanded, placing firm hands upon your shoulders and shook. “And I will strangle their neck tomorrow!”

“Please don’t murder anyone!” you raised your hands in front of your chest instinctively.

“Who do we have to kill tomorrow, girls?” Eri smiled darkly.

“Anyway, don’t listen to them, okay!?” Mako added. “You’re absolutely gorgeous!”

“Y-you have our backs, [Name]-chan!” Yachi followed. “W-we’ll fight them!”

“We and besides, if the boys somehow heard about this, there will be homicide.” Shimizu smirked.

Their support and full acceptance were alien to you.

“Thank you.”

Alien but you couldn’t help to feel warmth blooming in your chest–because this was something you’re looking for a long time.

[itwoodbeprefect]

livewatch thoughts for sga 1x08 (or 09, because the order on my dvds seems to differ from the one on wikipedia), home:

rodney being so sure he can do a very risky but scientifically interesting thing that he doesn’t even deign to acknowledge that it is risky (because he’s the one doing it, so of course it will work, because he believes himself infallible, so basically there’s no risk at all!) is such a warning for things to come (cough-trinity-cough) and it’s not like i think they were intentionally setting up a single season 2 episode already, but it does make me appreciate that we get a whole episode exploring the consequences of this character flaw of his later on.

we can see john thinking for a second while rodney is talking and then he goes “eight hundred and four years” (how long it would take them to get rodney by puddlejumper if he breaks the gate on the fog planet) and that’s our first hint at math nerd john!! beautiful

rodney, talking about travelling 804 years by puddlejumper to come get him: “but you would do that, right?” john: “of course we would.” fjdkf.

ALSO the first time we see john with his brick of a copy of war and peace! many iconic sheppard things contained in these first six and a half minutes of the episode.

same point as the one above but i’m not done yet because he just... thinks he’s so clever for this, gosh. i feel like there’s something to be said here about how this is not at all a fun read (and he’s a very repressed man used to denying himself), and i don’t imagine john has some hidden deep interest in russian literature (i mean, possible, but unlikely), so the actual real point of it is just performance, start to finish. if he ever finishes it, that’s some weird bragging rights, but even better is when, like in this scene, someone catches him at it while he’s reading because they will ask because it’s not a very inconspicuous choice of reading material. and it makes him look smart, potentially, but it’s also a little “look at me! i’m weird and quirky! #sorandom.” (yes, i am diagnosing john with socially awkward lonely teen girl disease because he decided to bring russian classic lit when he moved to another galaxy. i am.)

anyway, here’s his face, now that i’ve spent so many words on this:

elizabeth giving john a chance to be the one to go home if rodney’s gate project works out (giving him an excuse, even, because she says he’d be the one most qualified to brief general hammond) is both kind, because obviously john entered into the mission very late and he did NOT sign on as military commander fighting wraith, and also extremely silly, for pretty much the same reasons. you found this man in antarctica, elizabeth. he was cut off from earth way before he left the planet.

rodney thinking he commands respect at the sgc and has a bunch of virtues of which “patience” is one is very sweet and very funny and i’m glad ford clearly recognizes it for that. the team bonding and found family of it all is very <3

john talking to teyla: “then there’s all those cool earth things i told you about. football, ferris wheels.” in part this is of course a function of this being a tv show and repeated mentions of the same little detail feeling like a fun callback that ties this moment to previous episodes (which it is and does!!) but in-universe it tickles me how incredibly specific and wildly misleading john’s descriptions are of what earth is like. it is going to be very disappointing when there is not, in fact, a football field full of ferris wheels at the end of every city block.

elizabeth making an argument for a continued presence in the pegasus galaxy is an interesting discussion because on the one hand she’s claiming that they have a responsibility to the people of pegasus after waking up the wraith and on the other she acts like they, the people from earth, are the only ones that could possibly do anything with the ancient technology, like they don’t have a pretty effective gene therapy and could give that to at least some of the people of pegasus, who could then operate atlantis mostly without the earthlings.

god, john getting compliments from general hammond that clearly mean a lot to him, while knowing that’s not actually happening as a viewer, that’s. that’s painful.

rodney coming home and turning on the television is great because a) he moved to another galaxy, possibly never to return, but kept on paying his cable bill? dude. and b) the tv plays something for which the audio is “we are controlling the transmission” and that’s FORESHADOWING. i love this. (of course alternately he did not continue paying for cable but he just doesn’t think about it and so the aliens make his tv work because they don’t know it shouldn’t, but my first interpretation is funnier, so i’m sticking with that.)

the way this contructed reality falls apart and the bits and pieces we as viewers see of where it’s not right is EXCELLENT and john’s undead buddies mitch and dex in particular are a whole eassay on their own, but rodney’s line about the laws of physics having gone out the window and that “it’s like looking through a microscope at a cell culture and seeing a thousand dancing hamsters” is quite possibly my favorite thing here. A THOUSAND. DACING HAMSTERS. so it’s a+ content and would make you go viral in a second on youtube, is what you’re saying, rodney.

fake hammond: “major sheppard seemed uniquely capable of manipulating his own fabricated reality.” john: “when i think about the scenarios i COULD have thought up i’d kick myself.” GOD. lots of john thoughts, lots of fic space.

john: “this isn’t life! what do you want us to do, just pretend?” fjdkfd. okay, so, in a reading of canon in which john is queer man pretending all the time, this is an interesting dialogue snippet.

the discussion at the end honestly makes so little sense (the alien’s like, every time the gate activates some of us die, and the humans are like, hm okay, but we are human and we like living so you should send us back anyway, and the alien is like, okay that’s fair), but i don’t mind in the least. this is such a nice episode and the dilemma they’re faced with feels very star trek to me (vague fog aliens that are never given shape other than fog or a human illusion and a plot that leads to moral questions and a true test of the character and the intentions of humanity? PRECISELY the sweet spot for the tos budget), and i love that.

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: Elizabeth Olsen’s 20/21 Vision

The Marvel star takes us inside her transformation to a new kind of hero

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  GRAZIA: Elizabeth Olsen is a trooper. We are in a field in Surrey on the outskirts of the Marvel studios; it’s a biting minus one and she is standing in a Chanel broderie anglaise sundress and increasingly soggy UGG boots. Her feline cheekbones face skywards, but Olsen is slowly sinking into the mud, trilling out high notes to keep herself warm (possibly distracted) and of course with spirits high. “It was the wind I think, that was worse than the sideways rain,” she jokes as we trundle back to the soundstage hangar that we are using as a studio. It’s the kind of moment that could go viral on Instagram, that is, if Olsen were on social media. Yet one of the biggest stars of our current cultural moment is completely offline – and that surprising fact might just be the least interesting thing about her. If anything, it is a sign of how Olsen has come into her own as a confident, decisive star with the power to create her own universe.

On the cusp of her 32nd birthday, Olsen is fastidious and professional, yes, but also bright, engaging, creative, and collaborative. Born and raised in the California sunshine, she is surprisingly at ease in the blustery conditions that deluge the English countryside in late January – or, it’s that she’s very good at acting. “It was one of the ugliest days of this winter – just hilarious – but I knew we wanted the shot,” the 31-year-old actress says.

Since October, Olsen’s been living in the leafy British countryside with her “man-guy-partner,” musician Robbie Arnett, just a short drive to the Surrey compound where Doctor Strange is being filmed. It’s a closed set, masked in secrecy as much as the socially distanced masked crew dotted all over the 200-acre studio. “It feels right being in a small city right now,” she says.

Indeed, Olsen is a modern-day Renaissance woman. Learned and dedicated to her craft, she studied at New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts, with a semester at the Moscow Art Theatre School studying Stanislavski. (Surely, no matter how much of a genius the Russian theatre master was, he never could have conceived of the Marvel universe.)

Approached with the concept of WandaVision, “I thought it was perfect for television, and a very original idea that made me excited,” Olsen says. Also, she was happy she would get to work with Bettany again: “He’s very precise, like me.”

In many ways, WandaVision is a love letter to the first American television heyday. Olsen, who stayed up late watching Nick at Nite reruns as a child, says it’s a bit of a homecoming in that way. “I was a very hammy, performative child,” she explains. “So, I do think I got to live out some sort of childhood dream doing the show.”

“The highlight was really getting to tell a story about these superhero individuals told in different decades of American sitcoms, trying to match the tone of those sitcoms in order to help orate the story,” she says. “But keep it playful and fun.” Little did she know just how much we’d need that.

Half-filmed pre-pandemic in Atlanta and half post-pandemic in LA – with a six-month hiatus in-between “until all the unions figured out to work safely” – WandaVision was released almost a year into the pandemic. In many ways, it is an artifact of its time: centered upon a yearning for the simplicity of earlier days, yet shot through with the creeping realization that such days may never return, and perhaps never existed to begin with.

Indeed, the weekly story of suburban superheroes Wanda and Vision has played out like a parable of our times: Wanda living in her chosen bubble, her trauma resonating in the world we find ourselves in today. Olsen appreciates a good metaphor, but feels people may be projecting a bit much. “I see Wanda as a victim of extreme trauma, who does not understand how to process it,” she explains. “She has been a human experiment.” (Not to belabor the point, but haven’t we all?)

Being summoned by Marvel is like being called to a parallel universe for an actor: thrilling, yes, but not without a tinge of terror and a dash of the unknown. Six years in, though, it’s become like family in some ways. As a member of two dynasties – Olsen and Marvel – family is key to Olsen. She checks in on her mom (who still lives in California) and, like many American daughters, is researching which vaccine mom should get.

The performative gene runs strong through her family, of course – and no, we don’t mean her sisters. Olsen’s mom was a ballerina. Still, when she first started auditioning, Olsen took special care to carve her own path – one far from Full House. “Nepotism is a thing and I’m very aware of it,” she says. “And of course, I’ve always wanted to do it alone.” She did just that, her acting credentials consistently rising as her sister’s cemented their fashion kudos. Olsen bears a noticeable resemblance to her fashion-designer older sisters and her sartorial DNA is similarly low-key. She loves The Row (of course) and NYC label Khaite’s denim and cashmere.

For Olsen, her day job is like playing dress-up. This time around, she walked away from WandaVision with the girdle worn underneath her 50s wedding dress, laughing, “I mean, to have a custom undergarment like that, I felt like it was necessary!” Her WandaVision co-star, Kathryn Hahn, also became her shopping cohort when filming.

“She’s dangerous!” Olsen says. “She has the most exquisite, minimal but expensive taste.” It was Hahn who led Olsen to the independent boutique where she found the belted Julia Jentzsch trench that she wore to our shoot.

At the rail of samples compiled by the stylist, Olsen gravitates towards a spacious linen boilersuit and longline cashmere cardigan. Has she always been a tomboy, I ask? “I think I felt uncomfortable being a child being told they were pretty,” she says of her early auditions at age 10, adding that her love of ballet and musical theater could leave her “feeling exposed” at a young age.

Speaking of over-exposure, Olsen is distinctly offline in a time when so many are defined by their social media presence. Among celebrities and regular digital citizens, the perfect balance of online and off is up for debate, but Olsen is clear: social media saturation is a choice for all of us, and everyone needs to draw their own boundaries.

“It has to be a personal decision, right?” she begins. “So, my opinion has nothing to do with what anyone else does or doesn’t do with it.” Her own journey began when she momentarily dabbled with Instagram (since deleted), while filming Ingrid Goes West, director Matt Spicer’s frightening and funny debut feature about a social stalker, co-starring Aubrey Plaza.

Up until that time, she says, “I had never touched it before. I thought, ‘This is an interesting social experiment for myself, to see if it is a good source to talk about charities or a good source to talk about small projects, or to share something goofier about myself.’ But I think at the end of the day, what I discovered was one, I’m really bad at creating a perceived identity!”

“I didn’t find it very organic to who I am as a person,” she continues. “I found some joy in putting up silly videos, but I think the main reason I stopped – not I think, I know the main reason why I stopped – was because of the organization in my brain.”

“Lots of horrible things happen all the time. Or, lots of great things happen all the time. Whether it’s something terrifying, like a natural disaster or a school shooting or a death, there are so many things that happen, and I love processing information. I love reading articles. I love listening to podcasts. I love communicating about things that are happening in the world to people around me. And what I don’t love is that my brain organization was saying, ‘Should I post about this?’ That seemed very unhealthy ….”

“And to then contribute to these platitudes that I don’t really love, you have to subscribe to two different ways of thinking,” she says. “So, I didn’t like that, and there was a lot of it that was just bothering me for my own sake of what value systems I have.”

That’s not to say that there’s any inherent value system – pro or con – in using Instagram. Olsen is clear that like any other method of expression, it’s up to the individual to use it as they see fit. “I do see a use of it and how you can use it well for work,” she says. “But I don’t think that I would like to use that tool to promote myself.”

She’s private for a millennial yes, but not prim. On the photoshoot, lockdown experiences were shared, and Olsen recounted her (hilarious) first at-home bikini wax: banishing her husband upstairs “for an extended chat with his therapist,” her trusted waxer on speed dial, and microwave set to ping! (Yes, Olsen is a trooper, as I mentioned.)

We catch up over Zoom a week later, her hair once again pulled up in a casual topknot, her cashmere turtleneck simmering in a dark claret, and her entire being suffused with covetable understatement. She chats buoyantly against an unexpected backdrop of pirate ship wallpaper in the playroom of a house she shares with Arnett, who proposed with an emerald and diamond ring in 2019.

“We first started to try to make it the gym, but it was so cramped,” she says of the jolly space. The home gym was instead awarded a larger room, where Olsen loves to maintain a varied fitness regime – running, yoga, dancing, more – though after all the intense Marvel filming, she jokes, “maybe it’s time to give up on my body?!” Being comic book fit does sound grueling or “time-consuming fun” as she anoints the “strenuous physical demands.”

Like most of us, she is longing for the spring, but she still takes a regular constitutional walk in a nearby Richmond park, whatever the weather. “The deer are incredible; every time I see them I feel alive,” she says. “We have been lucky to have nature around us in lockdown.” It’s a marked difference from her paparazzi-populated home in the Hills. “They know our walks, where we get coffee, work-out…,” she trails off.

Her haven in Los Angeles is her backyard, complete with a mid-century swimming pool and an edible garden. “It’s crazy the blackberries grow like weeds! I love watching a kid’s first reaction to an edible garden,” she gushes That has been the part of the pandemic travel restrictions she’s found hardest: missing her friend’s children growing up, and others who have been born this past year that she’s yet to meet. They will no doubt all be treated to her homemade blackberry sorbet on her return stateside.

Yet, her time on British soil will likely be prolonged, with a prospective indie commencing filming here when Doctor Strange wraps. Prompted for more detail, her firm charm kicks in. “I can’t jinx it!” she insists. Still, she will share that she’s heavily involved in the creative, and that funding smaller productions in the current climate has been a challenge.

Through it all, Olsen has remained determined and calm. “I feel patience is my superpower. But my weakness also,” she says. “I feel like it gets tested more than others who don’t have a lot of patience. If someone learns you’re easygoing or that you’re relaxed, sometimes it gets taken advantage of.” While she waits for the green light on that film, she is busy producing a new children’s cartoon with Arnett, “about loving and caring for our world,” and has also written a children’s book about to be published by Random House, all while the demands of Marvel life continue to surround her.

Indeed, Olsen is a superhero for the modern age: Multi-hyphenate, but fiercely devoted to the craft that she loves; instantly recognizable, yet thoughtfully protective of her private life; a woman with style, substance, success, and deep rewarding relationships with those around her; focused on a vision of a better world for us all.

Press: Elizabeth Olsen’s 20/21 Vision was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

[crewman-penelope]

Old Debts

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 6 of 21

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny

Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism

Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6.

Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.

6. A family picnic

Bond had set a BBQ at the beach and covered the grill with differed vegetables as with fresh caught fish. He wasn't prepared for Safin taste, though, but by the circumstances he had to take what Bond could give him.

Setting up more chairs he felt stupid. A great part of the African continent was in panic, and he wondered about his host qualities. 

As he made sure there were enough juice for the twins, he looked after the fish and mixed up salad. Bond was quite proud about his meal, all given by nature and nothing brought from the main land. 

A sailing boat appeared on time, its white sail and flag bright in the sunlight. Bond could hear the cheer of the boys already. He grinned. He adores the boys, even that he couldn't handle the energy more the two days in a row. Bond had no idea how Tatjana managed, but she had at least Marie as helping hand. 

He waved, his heart heavy, but his face cheerful, watching the twins jumping in the water. Like little seals the boys paddled to the beach to greet Bond with wet hugs. 

"Uncle James, uncle James!", the boys laughed and jumped up and down. Bond couldn't hide his joy, even if he wanted. The twins were as always in glee and started to check the grill.

"He hey hey.. Matvei, careful! It's hot!", Bond warned one of the twins. The boy rolled his eyes. "Boah! I'm Maksimilian, can't you see that?" 

Bond laughed loud out. "Of course not. You're twins!" 

The boy giggled and behind Bond Safin's rasp voice started: "Actually, that is Matvei. Don't get fooled, James." 

"Och papaaa!", the twins groaned unison disappointed and Bond turned around. 

Safin stepped out of the water on the beach, his trouser legs wet, his foot bare and held up a hand. "James. Thank you for letting us be here." 

"Lyutsifer.", James shook his hand and turned then to Tatjana, who walked behind Safin out of the water. He could see Luc, Safin right hand, tying up the boat. 

And he recognized the slightly swollen cheek in Tatjana's face, as also her tired eyes.

What happened here?, he wondered and looked back at Safin's calm face. 

Nothing of your business, the expression told him. 

Bond let it slide and greeted Tatjana enthusiastic with a hug. 

"Are we all hungry? I hope so..", he smiled and gestured to the table. 

Tatjana took soon over and got the twins to settle down at the table to pour them juice in, while Safin looked over the food. Bond watched them, hands in his trouser pockets and waits for Luc to join them. 

"How is it?", he asked lowly Safin's right hand as Luc stood aside him. 

"Tense.", the man muttered. 

Bond nodded to himself and walked with Luc to the table. He liked the man. Calm and collected, always knowing what Safin was up to, able to read his bosses emotions. 

While Luc joined Tatjana and the boys at the table Bond stepped to Safin and turned the fish. 

"I have to be in London tomorrow morning.", he told him. 

Safin looked at him. "Ready to play?" 

“MI6 wants to hunt you down. I myself would like to find the resistance cell who is in charge of the attack.", Bond made his priority clear. 

" So do I.", Safin answered and took a plate. Bond watched him and waited for more. By the way Safin prepared the plate it became clear to him Safin was fixing a plate for Tatjana and not for himself. 

" We're starting in Moscow. We have a friend there who may know a middleman, who may know a seller.." 

Bond grunted. "I see. Will you give me Infos, if you have news?" 

Safin paused a moment. "I don't know if that is a good idea. It could get you in trouble. And I want them punish myself." 

Bond watched Safin's body language and knew he was already hiding information. He was indeed tense. 

"I want to help, Safin. For Tatjana's sake.", he told him lowly and started to make a plate for himself. 

"I know that and I am grateful. I only think I gave you trouble enough." 

"I can't hold your family safe -" 

"They will come with me.", Safin interrupt Bond. "After the incident with spectre I shall not let her or the boys alone." 

Bond breathed deep in. "You will draw them in danger. Wouldn't a safe house be better?" 

This time Safin turned his body to Bond and stared at him with this intense looking grey eyes. "Like the one I took Tatjana out the last time you mean?" 

He turned away without giving Bond a chance to answer and went to the table to hand Tatjana a plate. 

Bond, his half-filled plate in his hand, watched him making a fuss about her and the twins. Bad coincidence, he guessed. 

He focused as Luc came to fill a plate and shook his head. 

"You can't speak sense into him. He already made up his mind.", the soldier told him. 

"I know. I know.", Bond sighed.

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[giorgiastastes]

버닝 / Burning (2018)

"It's too close, you might not see it"

What to say about this movie...

The film itself is quite simple, even too easy at first sighting I'd dare to say, but the meaning behind, the interpretations and smart details is what makes it unique and pretty much a masterpiece.

I'm sure that most people, or at least those who usually watch unchallenging to elaborate movies, won't like it. If you're looking for something what will be "explained to you", for the director to give you that big plot twist or long monologue, you won't find it here. But if you want to watch a work of art that'll make you think, reflect and crash your minds, you have a good journey in front of you.

I remember that as soon as I've finished watching it I went online to look for theories, to see if someone else had the same idea as me, if I got it right and what I've missed, and then I planned to write here my thoughts on the real explaination, but after rewatching and searching I've figured it out BURNING doesn't really have a "true" explaination in my idea, or better, the director definitely knows what he believes is the so called truth, but the strength of it is how free of interpretations it is. I've read hundreds theories and honestly all of them could fit just right, so for once I've decided to do something different.

In here I will summarize all the theories, under layers and explaination that I've read, figured out or found, and I will leave to you, the reader, to believe your own "truth"

This will be full of spoilers, it's actually a summarization of the after watch, so read at your own risk, and since I'm taking for granted that you've watched the movie and remember it quite well too, I won't always repeat the plot when not necessary.

• Ben sells organs on the black market. That's how he gets his money and Haemi is aware of this, and decided to sell her own organs to pay off her debt. She even says I'D SELL MY ORGANS IF I WERE YOUNGER. She could also be unaware of this and that's why she dissapears.

• Ben is a serial killer. He seduces fragile women who are very easy preys to such an handsome and carismactic young man, and then gets rid of them after he gets tired. This happens about every couple of months, which corresponds to his journey in Africa timeline. They are the greenhouses he burns, because he knows nobody will look for them, and in fact the police does not care about the greenhouses, just like they don't care about missing women nobody knows about.

Ben also owns all the qualities of a maniac sociopath who's keen on control and feels no emotion or empathy. He never cries for example. He also feels pride in his crime and he's almost tempted to confess them to show how good he is. That's why he says to Jongsu that he will burn a greenhouse close to him, but he didn't mean it in a special terminology, but more like in an emotional sense. He will kill the the closest thing the other has, which is Haemi. He also states that she dissapeared like "smoke".

This would also be justified by the creepy call the protagonist receives by Haemi before she dissapears. The biggest evidence placed by the director to prove that this theory is the most correct one is in the last scene, where Ben is putting makeup on a new girl. For a non Korean speaker it's quite hard to get the reference but Makeup and corpses' cremation are spelled in the same way in the hangul language, therefore the movie showing us Ben doing the girl's makeup is the alternative way to say he's killed her and is now cremating the body, hence his obsession with fires.

He's the one who cleaned Haemi's room and took her cat. He also keeps his victims personal objects as a throphy of some sort.

• Ben is a pimp. He's the trainer for these beautiful, young but poor women who are ready to sell themselves when he convinces them to do so. This is shown as Haemi also become less and less shy as the movie goes on, as seen in the undressing scene, while being more bold and provocative too. He changed her drastically, or maybe only let her discover a different, more free, part of herself. He also applies makeup on them how he would do to a doll, playing dress up for a woman who's now becoming just an object of desire that can be bought.

• Ben is a human trafficker. He sends women into slavery while promising them a life of luxury and happiness. That's why he shows off his idyllic lifestyle, and then sells them in Africa (where he goes frequently), where they'll never be found.

• Ben is a life guru. He teaches unsecure and frustrated women to feel liberated and less oppressed, to leave it all behind and start from scratch. They pay him, that's why he's rich. He also keeps a "souvenir" of every woman he has turned. This could explain why he shows up to the meeting with Jongsu in the finale. If he actually killed or sold these women he wouldn't fall into the other man's trick.

• Ben doesn't exist. He's just the symbol of everything Jongsu is not but aspires to be. He's rich, confident, cultured and attractive. Every flaw and layer of insecurity Jongsu seems to have, Ben lacks. And in the end, when the protagonist finally becomes brave enough to mature, to actually chase the woman he loves, he's able to kill the shadow of himself that only reminded him of how miserable he was.

• Ben and Jongsu are the same person. Much Fight Club like, they're the same human being, just different, extreme sides of one. Jongsu could have a personality disorder or maybe we're just shown two sides of him that prove his mental health issues. That's also why Haemi seems to be involved with both of them without choosing a side, because one is the gentle but insecure fraction, the other the bold but arrogant one. And then, in the end, when such division is making him go insane, he decides to kill his alter ego.

• It's just a love triangle. One of my favorite songs of all time had a similar topic. There's the main character, a shy and quiet boy, who falls in love with a girl who feels foreign and unreachable to him. But he's not the only one in her life. She also has another lover who's much more attractive and manly in a way, and all three start to share this peculiar poliamorous love story, mostly platonic. She's very pretty and feels as free as Venus, torn between two men. Then one day she leaves, and she'll never come back. But while the second boy easily moves on with his life, figuring out it was just a näive fling, the singer remains stuck, obsessing over her day and night, trying to find answers and solutions just not to deal with the realization of her not loving him enough to stay.

• Every character represents a social stereotypes and criticism of modern South Korean classes. I think this is very straightforward, especially Jongsu's jealousy of Ben's wealth, and Haemi's attempt to RISE in the social pyramid, surrounding herself with high class people like Ben or his friends, even letting them make joke of her, to mock her, all of it just to feel part of their group and reality.

• It's all in Jongsu's head.

• The disappearance of Haemi, whether it happened or not or HOW it happened are not the main focus on the movie, which instead is the characters dealing with such loss and lack of knowledge on what happened. Much like the Russian movie Loveless (2017), where the event is only used as an artistical device to let the story progress and the characters' grief culminate. Maybe we really don't need to know what happened to her, maybe she's dead, maybe she's alive and better than ever, but to the movie's intent such information is superficial, it's just the human need to fill our curiosity when were too afraid to deal with the pain of remaining unaware of it. Jongsu is sure she's been killed and that brings him to his next move, but the viewer, he doesn't need to know, because he doesn't need to act, to keep the story going.

• Haemi might have killed herself. Ben is the only one who knows about this and that's why she gives him her cat. She also shows multiple signs of advanced depression, for more than half of the movie is almost like she's not there, like she's already just the memory, the ghost of a girl who once was there.

• The movie itself is just a metaphor. The metaphor is many times used by the characters and maybe not only as a word, part of a dialogue, but the overall film might be A BIG, CRIPTIC METAPHOR.

• Everything is hereditary. From family's fortunes and richness to behavior and inner rage. Jongsu was born poor and will die as such just like his father, and even though he seems like the most innocuous being, he's able to take out his rage on other just like this father. I guess it's in the genes.

• Jongsu is the calf. The calf represents Jongsu's pureness and naivety. And when he sells it, he's also selling his soul in a way.

• Haemi represents South Korea, Jongsu North Korea, Ben is the new Korea, the one always more and more Westernized.

• We're just reading the plot of Jongsu's book. When Haemi leaves for Africa he has plenty of time to write the story he's planning to put into words, and that's what he does. Everything we see after she comes back from her journey is just the plot of the book, and the creation of Jongsu's imagination.

• A modern reinterpretation of the Great Gatsby. Yes, obviously a VERY liberate view of the novel, but many details seem to be quite evocative.

• A criticism to how South Korea treats women. Even the movie itself does this, probably on purpose. The one who disappears is a woman, but the ones who are the main centre of attention are men. She's only a story device, never the real protagonist.

• Ben wanted Jongsu to discover his crimes so he could reach fame if the other ever made a book out of it. He's so full of himself he'd rather be punished for his crimes than never showing off how good he was at covering every proof. That's why he dies almost peacefully, and shed a tear, which he claimed to have never done before.

• The well Haemi reference to, symbolizes falling into prostitution. That's why Jongsu's mother knows about it too, since it's quite obvious she's now an escort. But she states the well is dry, as a way of saying that it's not how easy and fun it might seem.

• This is just the tragic story of a boy who's lost every possible source of love. From his father in jail, his mother who abandoned him, to the only girl that ever showed him affection disappearing, and a new friend who he decides to kill.

• Ben is Death or maybe the devil personified. He helps Haemi get the courage to end it one for all, and even pushes Jongsu to kill, cursing his soul.

[t4tlawlight]

u know L is .... like 3/4 white right? 1/4 English, 1/4 Italian, 1/4 Russian, & 1/4 Japanese..

Sorry i fucking forgot that there’s a magical percentage of Nonwhite Blood you need in order to qualify as a Real Person Of Color and the moment you drop below that number it doesn’t matter how culturally involved you are in your nonwhite ancestry, everyone will just view you as white-- Oh wait. You just invented blood quantum laws again. Fuck off.

Ignoring that there are plenty of ppl who are “only 1/4th” of any given ethnicity who look more like a person of color than they do white because genes can do that, including several of my mixed japanese friends who i’ve talked to about this and think that the “he’s only 1/4th japanese” crowd is racist as hell, sure, let’s get into this.

1) You’re not even accurate. You got that from HTR13 (which is notoriously inaccurate, btw, the heights for characters change between the japanese and english translations for instance, and it’s literally just a noncanon interview half of the time. It’s as canon as, idk, anything JK TERFling ever said about wizards shitting themselves.) the ACTUAL quote is “a quarter Japanese, a quarter English, a quarter Russian, a quarter French or Italian, like that”. this is just ohba pulling shit out of his ass in the moment, It’s not nearly so clear what he’s “supposed” to be he literally doesn’t know if he wants L to be french or italian. Also nationality =/= race anyways lol

2) HTR13 is about as canon as LABB (dubiously so), and LABB has naomi say that Beyond looks japanese and then later mistake L for him, so people whitewashing him so completely in art and then pointing to a dubiously canon source for justification is racist 

3) L, when he’s afforded the choice, uses nothing but Japanese aliases. We hear about other ones that he’s taken from people, but in canon standalone (i’m ignoring the “ryuzaki-is-from beyond” retcon for a moment but beyond taking a japanese name to imitate L when LABB is set in America and there’s no “need” to go by a Japanese name is.... telling) he takes Ryuga, he takes Ryuzaki, he takes Suzuki... he knows Japanese, he knows Japanese traditions, Watari goes by Watari and he’s KNOWN as L’s Proxy Watari outside of Japan so you KNOW it’s not just They’re In Japan So They’re Using Japanese Names, and people’s responses in-text to L are “You look weird” and not “You look like a foreigner, should I be speaking English to you?” the man is clearly connected to his japanese heritage and stripping him of that? IS racist

4) Literally the only indication that hes mixed in-text even is that he was raised in britain which is pretending that there are no people of color in europe. Which is wrong. And used to whitewash history. people just jumped to whitewash him the moment they read that Ohba considers him mixed and then they read that his last name is “lawliet” (and then butchered the japanese pronunciation that he uses.) Newsflash: Japanese people can have white-sounding names, esp mixed japanese people, esp Japanese people living in the West where they face discrimination for not having white-sounding names. (This is also true of Watari...)

all of this is not to say that L being mixed isnt true because being mixed is an important part of someone’s identity and i believe that L feeling somewhat disconnected from his heritage (both as a white brit AND japanese) because he’s mixed is excellent and plays into him being so socially isolated. i love L being mixed. this doesn’t mean that i erase his japanese ancestry though. and doing so, which is what i was talking about in the first place, is racist. Point blank.

[osamusriceballs]

Dare

Just got up and a sceanrio came into my mind... enjoy! 

Btw all characters are at least  around 20 in this one. I might make a second NSFW part tonight 

Warnings: things get a bit spicy, but nothing too NSFW yet

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It was loud and full. Your vision was a bit blurred from the alcohol and you could feel that your movements became less accurate. But all eyes were on you now, waiting for you to make your decision.

You were at a party whith the old Nekoma team. Lev forced you to come. “Y/n-chan it will be fun, pleaaaase come with me!” he begged and you could not say no to his puppy eyes. And you knew that he was going to be there too. You had a small crush on him in your third year, and you were curious to see if he was still the same. 

When you arrived at the houseparty you could hear the music from far away. “Hopefully the neighbours won’t call the police”, you think as you pull your skirt a little further down. You wore a black skirt, that was a bit shorter than your other ones, but that skirt also showed a lot of your pretty legs, and your red top put emphasis on your cleavage, making it look like an invitation. You purposely chose this outfit for him. You knew that he likes red, you once overheared a conversation in highschool and somehow you couln’t forget about it.

“Y/n-chan, let’s play a game!”, the moment you entered you were directly caught by Lev. He reeked of beer and, but you could see that he was now drinking something stronger. “But before: drink this!” 

He offers you his drink and you chuckle a bit before you drink it all. That was definetly wodka. You could feel it burn in your throat but you didn’t mind it. You came here to have fun, and you could really use a drink.

“Let’s drink some shots with Kenma, he was sitting in the corner all day long, I’m sure he will be happy to see you!” Lev giggles and takes your hand. 

There are a lot of people you have never seen before, but you could also spot the faces of your former classmates. Yaku was sitting on a couch, talking to a girl, his face red, either from alcohol or shyness, you couldn’t tell. Yamamoto was standing in a group of guys making a lot of gestures with his hands while making a joke. You kept looking around but you couldn’t see him. Was he even here?

You spotted Kenma on a small sofa at the corner of the room. He was playing with his phone and he looked like he really doesn’t want to be here.

“Kenma! Look who I found!” Lev praises himself happily and Kenma looks up.

“Y/n-chan. Nice to see you.” he mumbles. 

“Aww Kenma, no need to be shy, come and hug me!” you grin and pull him into a warm hug. He sighs but still hugs you back.

“I got us some shots!” you hear Lev say behind your back and you happily turn around to take two, one for you and one for Kenma. You knew that Kenma was a bit shy on parties, so you were trying to lose him up by drinking. 

“Drink it. Now!” you hand him the shot and he made a grimace but still drank it with you and Lev. You shout: “Cheers!” and you felt the tequilla warming your stomach. You were glad that Kenma finally came along with Lev. It was hard in the beginning to get this two to hang around, but Kenma someday accepted him, and you didn’t want to question it. 

You don’t know how long you were standing there with those two and you definetly didn’t count the shots you drank, but you started to feel drunk. Kenma had given up drinking with you after the fifth shot but Lev was pretty good at drinking and seemed to be even almost sober (probably his russian genes).

You started to dance a bit and wave your hips, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms around your waist and lips on your ear.

“Oya oya oya, now who do we have here? Didn’t care to say hello to an old friend?”

It was him. You could smell the alcohol he was drinking and you felt the heat of his body being so close to yours. His chest was pushed against your back and his chin was resting on your shoulder. You could feel the heat moving from your face to your whole body.

You turn around, but he didn’t care to move his hands away from your body.

“Kuroo!”, you whisper and then you said louder: “Shouldn’t it have been you to greet me? After all it was me, your wonderful manager who covered your ass during highschool.” 

“Oh, first thing you mention is my ass, naughty naughty.” his face was so close. He still lookes as handsome as in your third year. His black hair was still covering half of his face, and he still had that smug grin on his lips. His height was as impressive as ever and you could definetly see on his broad chest that he was still doing some sort of training. Damn. You were still attracted to him, and drunken you had no control of her words.

“How could I not talk about this pretty ass?” you smirk and playfully slap his ass with your right hand. His eyes widen at your response and you saw him lick his lips. 

He suddenly removed one hand from your body, and pulled you with him. “Kenma, Lev, move your asses, we want to play truth or dare!”

“Wait what, who said that I wanted to play?” you protest, but all of your body keeps on burning under his touch and you would do anything to make it last longer, even let him drag you to a room in which Yaku and Yamamoto were already sitting on the ground with a few other people. Kenma and Lev followed both of you, one excited the other one passive as ever.

“Don’t be a party popper, kitten, just go with the flow” he whispers in your ear with his deep voice, and his sudden near made your brain stop functioning. Did he just call you kitten? And did you feel a sudden excitment between your legs?

“Y/n!” you could hear the Nekoma boys scream and they quickly stood up to embrace you in warm and tight hugs. You were glad that Yamamoto wasn’t as nervous around you as in school, it was kind of hard to talk to him back then.

“We already started the game, so it will be your turn next time!” Yaku excitedly said. Kuroo sat down on the ground and you nodded and sat next to him. Suddenly you could feel one of his arms around you again. You blush but don’t complain, instead moving even closer to him. You looked up to see his warm smile and you felt butterflies in your stomach. 

“Okay so, here we have the next dare. Y/n you have to ohhh make a lapdance!!” Yamamotos voice sounded excited when he read this task.

“Nooo, a lapdance sounds embarrassing”, you wanted to decline but despite your protest, Yaku already stood up to get a chair. 

“The song will be dancin in the moonlight, wow that one doen’t really fit to a lapdance, and the person will be...” Yamamoto continued and you shook your head in desbelief. They totally ignored what you said. That little shit.

“Kuroo.”

Your eyes widen. You could feel his grip around you tighten and he let out a small gasp. You were not sure if you could, but you definetly turned redder by every second. 

“Not brave enough, kitten?” you could feel his breath on your neck as he teases you. 

You face him and tried to be as cocky as you can. “Pah you wish. Watch me dancing all the moonlight out of your pretty ass.” You weren’t even sure what that means but the thought of giving Kuroo a lapdance was intriguing and you just couldn’t resist. Maybe this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance and you could not let it go to waste.

His grin got wider as he stands up. He sits down in the chair that yaku brought and you slowly stand up. 

All the guys are watching you excitetly. 

“May I ask for some music?” Kuroo’s voice is loud and strong and he didn’t seem nervous at all. He rather seems to be enjoying it. 

Yaku starts searching on his phone and you moved closer to Kuroo. You noticed a scarf lying on the ground and you suddenly get an idea and pick it up.

“Here you go!” you hear Yakus triumphant yell, and the song starts to play.

All eyes were on you, but you tried your best to only focus on the man on the chair in front of you. His eyes hungrily hover over your whole body when you approached him with swinging hips. When you reached him you put your hands on his thighs, slowly spreading them. You could see his eyes widen and you smirk at his reaction. You step between his legs and and turn around so that his face is at the same height as your ass. You take his hands and place them on your hips. He tightens the grip and you could hear a little growl. You bend forward and you can feel your skirt going up. Your whole ass is now presented to his. His grip tightens even more and when you stood up again you could see that his eyes were wide and his breath was heavy. The sight made the heat between your legs go crazy, you never knew that he could look as flustered like this and you needed more of it. 

You take the scarf and and walk around him, waving your hips in the slow rhythm of the song until you stood behind him. You put your hands on his chest and slowly make your way up to his shoulders and his head. You wrap the scarf around his head to cover his eyes and you make a knot in the silk material. A sharp breath leaves his lips as walk in front of him again. 

Standing in front of him, you take his hands again and put them on your body. His immediate response was to pull you closer and you enjoyed that you could turn him into a mess so easily. Not being able to see you had make him even more excited than before. He could only guess where yhat you would do next and it drove him crazy. The alcohol still made you fearless, and you sit down straight on his lap, your legs on his hips, and you could feel that there was something hard between his legs. You moved your head to his ear while slowly grinding with your hips. 

“Seems like you enjoy your little kitten dancing for you.”, you whisper in his ear. He knew that you could feel him getting hard, but he had no shame or whatsoever, he instead started tom move your hips to the music.

“You’re doing good kitten I should reward you for that. But you better enjoy this, cause I’m going to be in charge next time and that means you won’t be able to move this much.” 

Your eyes widen at his quiet but authorative words. You had never showed you this dominant side before but you couldn’t help but getting excited. You moaned and kept on grindind on him, and you could feel that your panties were getting wet, but you didn’t care. He was all you wanted fo the last few years and you couldn’t help but enjoying his touch.

Suddenly the music stopped. You were still sitting on Kuroos lap you were now painfully aware of all the looks from the others behind your back.

“Woah that was hot. I want one too!”, you can hear Lev shout as you untie the scarf over Kuroos eyes. His gaze meets yours and you were sure that you looked like a mess, with wide pupils and flushed cheeks, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact he looked like he was looking at his favourite meal.

“Lev, she is all mine now. I’m gonna take good care of her. Kenma put your stupid phone away, for gods sake we are at a party.” you hear Kuroos words as he causually scolds Kenma but the only thing you could hear was she is mine now. 

“I’m- wait what?!” you protest as he stands up and casually lifts you with his strong arms. His hands are right below your ass, and he walks to the door.

“I have business with y/n, see you later, have fun guys. And stop Lev from drinking, before he empties all of my alcohol” he nonchalantly says as he passes by and carries you to an empty room. 

“Ready for your reward, kitten?” he closes the door with his foot and pushes you againt the wall with ease. He was just so strong, but you could feel that he was still holdig back.

You smirk out of breath and your hands move to his shoulders to push him closer .

“Dare me”

[shadowtongued]

long headcanon about the duality of love and the mahjarrat condition pertaining to it from his point of view. if you read all this babble i swear to god, i love you, i hope you have a good day. cw: sex addiction, child neglect, unhealthy coping, unrequited pains. reason for writing: hi i want to die bc of angst.

i think we all know even without playing medieval xp grind lore game, runescape, that sliske is old. very old. he tells us in endgame there's not much he hasn’t done with his life over thousands of years, even traveling to other planets and realms to just see what was out there and how far he could get. i’ve always projected his age as somewhere between more than 8,000 or even more than 10,000. we’re never given a timeline to how long the children of mah have lived. sliske has done a lot with his time; he’s killed a god, had quite a few elder relics in his grasp, SPOKEN to a elder god and managed not to die, mastered shadow magicks, has an excellent grasp on the shadow realm. he’s good with biology, chemistry, has a fair understanding of soul magic which is kind of a rare brand of knowledge, he’s tricked probably thousands into bad contracts to become wights in his army, understands the psychology and bad morals of people. he was a playwright, a high ranking officer, a spymaster. dude is just a determined polymath. you know what he hasn’t done? love. he’s never got to play with love.

mahjarrat are explained as having emotions, but dulled ones. they feel rage and pride apparently better than others. kharshai said after years of really believing he was a human, that when he came back to his true form he states “i  feel raw power coursing through my veins. i don't feel pain like i used to, and i'm sure my intellect has increased. but somehow there is something missing. a capacity for emotion that i can't quite put my finger on.” they aren’t equipped for the same range of positive emotions as others are. they feel it, but they don’t understand it fully, it has been said by developers. this whole bit is sadly funny considering in canon, sliske catches feelings. he doesn’t realize he’s attracted to the player character. it’s stated many times, in his journals, in dialogue, etc. he believes their fates are tangled no matter what. and the saddest bit is he probably doesn’t understand these feelings and it confuses him to the point of anger.  “ love! a mahjarrat in love? ... i almost wish that were true. it would certainly make the universe a more interesting place. ” “ so perhaps i have loved you. but that doesn’t mean i have to like you.”  sliske’s main goal started off as to take the players immortal, unable to be crushed by the divine, soul and give it to himself so he could live forever, as mahjarrats do not have afterlives, once they die they are done, evaporated into energy. but in endgame we learn something from him hidden in masks that refutes that;

“I love you for more than your soul.”

you STUPID fucker, you’re in love.

the remainder of this is a lot of NON-CANON, personal headcanon interpretation that pretty much only works on this blog. as a rough summary: sliske’s ol’ mum was not fond of her kids, half-brother wahisietel or sliske since she did not see them as powerful as herself and was disappointed that's what her legacy came out to. a short, beefy, average at magic son, she had another go and was still disappointed with this spidery, scrawny, gifted but absolutely annoying stick underweight child. his father, saw him once or twice in his life and that was it. dyeosuthua wanted nothing more than to make them disappear and try again until she got offspring she didn’t want to throw into a lava pit in secrecy, infanticide was against tribal law due to population issues. sliske’s mother’s neglect was so severe, ( by the absolute boundless joys of rp development and mutual heacanons ♥ ) that wahi and nabor had an attempt at raising him and keeping him from freezing to death. why is all this jargon important? because while all mahjarrats are raised by tough love, sliske’s attention deprivation from his mother was so severe, he grew up and still has a slew of reactive attachment, psychological, and social issues he still carries as an adult. several times she threatened to kill him and almost made good on it more than twice. when wahisietel had proven he was a survivor of the first ritual of rejuvenation, sliske became dyeosuthua’s  main target for abuse despite his gift for magic at a young age. nothing he did could impress her enough. and it left him constantly seeking approval and validation to an insecure mind.

the more he grew, the more confident he became mainly out of spite and to get attention. he’s loud, charming, makes you the only person in the room when he talks to you. he has an innate silver-tongued ability that persuades people to do just about anything. it was a front for his insecurities that he kept very very closed up. in the second age/senntisten capital, sliske had a pretty severe sex addiction as it was one of the few ways he felt validated and was able to get affection in a way he could digest. people with reactive attachment disorders often have sex addictions to fill the space of acceptance without having to commit.. easy, feel good intimacy without having to open up and let someone learn about your vulnerabilities and commit. it was pretty severe, considering mahjarrats find any kind of breeding or intimacies outside their ‘superior species’ as downright foul. sliske had always been the black sheep of the tribe and with his status as praefectus praetorio; head of secret police, really nothing put a damper on him trying to fill the void for affection he had. there wasn’t a species or individual he wouldn’t bed. he would easily take up propositions even for people who just wanted to fuck a mahjarrat because it was ‘exotic’ or because of his status as an officer, he now looks back on this and it bruises his insecurities even more that he allowed himself to do that. not out of pride for his species. but himself, being just a thing to be had because of rarity. azzanadra and his brother, wahisietel found out about it and while disgusted, partially understood what he was doing to negatively self soothe. at one point sliske and azzanadra, the champion of their god and head of the church, as well of one of the strongest living of their kin, had a lasting tryst for a few years and for awhile it made sliske feel very much self important in a way and alleviated his need to be needed so badly, this did not end well when sliske grew tired of their empire and wanted freedom. once childhood best friends and lovers had become absolute enemies once sliske became too unstable and azzanadra became too zealous. 

sliske gave up his sexcapades for a long time, thousands of years, his libido dropped when he became interested in other projects and self healing when he was hit with the idea that he hasd essentially allowed himself to be an exotic fling and still burned over becoming his god, zaros, scapegoat after all he had done for him. love was a weird concept to him and still is. despite being adamant love doesn’t exist for his kind, and his belief that he is flawed, unstable, and embraced the idea of ‘you want a monster? fine! i’ll be the monster!’. he expects no pity, not be forgiven to things he has done and even in game when you sycophantically try to cozy to him, he straight up calls out your text choice was awful considering some of the shitty things he might have done to you. to sliske, all attention to him is attention, whether you’re praising or insulting him. he’s on your mind, he exists, that’s all he wants.

backstory aside the real part of this headcanon is that sliske actually wants love. it’s the only thing aside from an immortal soul he hasn’t had. sliske actually has an attraction to humans because they are empathetic, curious, passionate, and determined. he has an easier time assimilating and being around them since he has ALWAYS had a better sense of humor, socializing, and happiness than his kin. he feels emotions a lot stronger than his fellow mahjarrats. it allows him to talk to and connect to humans and humanlike species better. others of his kind have told him there’s “something wrong” with him for that. he’s actually a romantic, even if he’s just mimicking romance stories, movies, and actions from others. he thinks the idea of settling with one person and loving them is both mortifying and interesting. opening yourself up to someone and giving them the hammer to smash your cherry-red painted porcelain heart and seeing if they do, to him might be the ultimate form of trust and biggest gamble of russian roulette. the stakes are so heavy he’s high on the idea. but it’s also horrifying. mahjarrat are prolific for not opening up, not allowing others in, vulnerability out in the open is a death sentence. they live in a kratocracy/meritocracy where they kill off the weakest link. it’s not pretty. being soft is a useless, unnecessary, weak gene to them. it dampers survival. 

but yet sliske keeps reading romance novels, writing his own confused poetry, and getting into unrequited one sided loves but practicing a backstabbing betrayal when one gets too close. i have to hurt them before they hurt me, betray and cut them down before they can do it to me. i think he wants to be loved. i think he kinda wants to be taught to love, for the emotions and the sake of knowledge. ( brb james newton howard’s ‘true love’s kiss’ from maleficent just came on spotify and i think i’m going to die bc i did not ask for background music thanks!!! ) he wouldn’t be the best at it, maybe a little too possessive with you, codependent, but very nurturing and fun loving. will sepnd a whole week spooning you.. people who hurt you past, present, and future may end up dead in mysterious ways or turned into a wight for you to beat the shit out of. but he’d try. he’s still got a broken child sitting behind his third rib. i think he would snarl the first few times someone genuinely got close to him, it would terrify him, being known on such a skinned, raw level. having gentle touches that are real and not a come hither to the bedroom. being known for something other than the confident, ego he has is death. he could be taught to be gentle for a crumb of consistent attention. might even cut down the murders and god killing down by 15%. love is not going to fix him, it’s not going to forgive the actual shitty things he’s done. it should never do that. but it will turn the lights on in a dark house.

love could really break him. i think so. i’d type more but this has gone on too long and i feel sad-happies. 

[mikami]

Light Up The NEW World Novel

A summary of all content that wasn’t in the movie.

The newest Death Note novelization, Light Up The NEW World, has received an official German translation recently. I have the pleasure of being German, so I was able to obtain and read it and I will now summarize to you guys all the content from it that is new or interesting. Spoilers: it isn’t much.

The novel is honestly... not good. It’s largely a play-by of the script and instead of delving deeper into the characters’ mindsets, it usually opts to simply describe the body language of the actors á la ‘he lifted his arms’ without any emotional prose surrounding it. It doesn’t really answer many questions either, it just raises a few more and largely calls it a day. Nevertheless, it’s content, so let’s dive into that content!

Prologue

The movie merely states that the shinigami king was delighted by Kiras actions and ordered for a new Kira to be found for that reason. The novel elaborates on this... completely nonsensically.

The shinigami king is described as ‘evil incarnate’ in the prose.

His announcement is as follows: “The foolish humans won’t stop murdering one another. If we allow them to keep going, the foolishness of mankind will sooner or later pave the path to their destruction. This would also mean the end for us shinigami, since we live off human lifespans. That’s why we need to give humans the means to regulate their boundless wretchedness. 10 years ago, a human called Kira tried to stop the murdering with the help of the Death Note. By ruling over the wretchedness that is innate to humans, one can end the circle of murder. We need a human who can imitate Kira’s methods. We need Kira’s successor!”

.... yes, giving them murder weapons to stop the murdering, all of this is very logical, this novel gave me a headache from page 1 on.

Alexei, the Russian doctor from the start of the movie, mostly has poor and old patients.

Shidoh shows up in the novel - he is the shinigami that gave Alexei the notebook. When Alexei dies, there is a short description of Shidoh being annoyed that he has to look for a new human and then a mini-scene of a person (read: Shien) coming in to take Alexei’s Death Note.

We get some more info about another one of the initial users: Roger Irving, the Devil of Wall Street. He committed murders to improve his own business and officials already suspected him but then he commits suicide. Shien, again, takes his notebook.

Chapter 1

Sakura kills because she thinks killing is hilarious. It just annoys her how long it takes to get people’s names. She immediately takes the eyes to make killing faster, no hesitation. Much character depth. Wow.

Sugawara, the task force’s superior, thinks shinigami and the notebooks are all nonsense, despite literally just having seen a shinigami... he thinks they’re wasting too much money on the Death Note task force.

Ryuzaki and Mishima here explicitly discuss that if they have all six notebooks, there won’t be any further Death Note incidents. In the movie, Mishima thinks about this on his own, at home.

Matsuda implores Mishima to trust Ryuzaki because he trusted L.

Matsuda thinks that Light was manipulated by the notebook to lose his mind and still thinks of him somewhat fondly. He feels guilty for having shot him.

There is a short segment about Misa intentionally leaving the Kira virus on her phone and wondering why Light never told her he was Kira.

Chapter 2

Kenichi Mikuriya, the judge who is a Death Note owner, is motivated by spite for Kira and his followers. He thinks that they should be punished for enjoying these unlawful killings, which is... why he kills them unlawfully, with a Death Note. His shinigami is called Ives. Ives looks like a 2m tall deformed skeleton with a coat. 

Ives has a brief chat with Shien during which Ives claims that everyone who is in contact with the Death Note loses their mind - because THAT is exactly what we needed canonized in any version of DN, clearly. Shien doesn’t seem to believe him though and blames Ives personally for manipulating Mikuriya into losing his mind.

The best part of the novel is the added in shinigami because they all end up sticking to Shien as he collects the notebooks. He lives with Ryuk. Ives, Shidoh and a shinigami who is very tall and who’s name he doesn’t know. Shidoh wants chocolate and Shien laughs and tells him to check the fridge for it.

Random additional detail about Roger Irving: he killed people who were developing an alternative to oil so he could get rich of oil stock market prices.... They go on about Irving’s business process for like 2 pages, but the rest of it isn’t really all that interesting.

The novel adds a segment of Ryuzaki telling them to not IP trace Kira during the chat sequence. He suspects it will lead to death for them.

After Matsuda dies, Ryuzaki tells them he tolds them so. He calls Mishima reckless and says he doesn’t know anything about what really counts. He says that Shien would have killed Matsuda anyway, but he wanted them to go through the extra efforts. He says Shien made them all look like idiots, so it’s no wonder their department is getting disbanded.

When Ryuzaki thinks back to L he’s like ‘he always stuck to his baseline of never being part of a crime and he only broke it to write himself into the Death Note because the mere act of writing into it is a crime’ and that’s so stupid on so many levels, I need to take a moment.

Ryuzaki does specify that the medicine he has to take is because he’s made from L’s gene material. The German specifically calls him a clone, but the Japanese isn’t that specific. Since the New Generation drama calls it artificial insemination and no Japanese source ever uses the term ‘clone’, I guess that’s... what it is? Not sure why it’d lead to health complications though.

In that scene where Shien texts Misa to meet him at the City Hall, Shien’s whole shinigami gang is there. Shien has a cooling box of chocolate in his car for Shidoh, but he ran out. Shien apologetically smiles at Shidoh and tells him he’ll buy new ones.

Chapter 3

There is a small extra scene of Ryuzaki negotiating with Shien that he can keep his face hidden until they’re both present to demask at the same time. In the movie that’s just a given.

The message by which Shien messes up the police servers in the novel is by simply opening an IMMENSE mass of Kira video files to overwhelm the servers....

Sugawara gets threatened by the people from National Security to get the Death Notes back as soon as possible. The US have threatened military actions and potentially a nuclear strike to neutralize the threat of the Death Notes by simply bombing them into oblivion.

It is also confirmed that Neo Kira also restored peace in the world.

There is a bit of specification about Mikami and Light’s son. They lived in the abandoned hotel for a year. Mikami raised the child out of immense loyalty to Light, an adoration that could ‘almost be called abnormal’. But as the child killed more and more people wildly, Mikami grew scared the kid would kill him next.  Light’s son started to see himself as a literal God and started treating Mikami as a slave, meanwhile.  

The only reason Mishima wasn’t a Kira supporter from the get-go was Soichiro’s influence. It was Soichiro who convinced him to join the police. But in secret, Mishima still supported Kira. “Following Kira’s traces, for him, was like a pilgrimage for a believer.”

After the special unit attacks, Ryuzaki and Mishima have a dialogue in which Ryuzaki scolds Mishima for never thinking of the fact that other countries might attack Japan to get rid of the notebooks.

The only worthwhile scene in this novel if the shinigami gang saying goodbye to Shien, so I’ll actually write this one out. It happens after Shien gets shot and gives the notebook to Mishima. “Say, is this what you meant when you promised something interesting?” Powerlessly, Shien raised his head to the voice that was sounding from above him. That is where Shidoh was crouching and looking down at him. “You could... say so. But... it’s not quite over yet.” “Man, how boring.” With those words, Shidoh got up and disappeared soundlessly. “Hey, remember when I told you you were kind of like a Kira?” The shinigami whose name Shien didn’t know looked at him from across the sideboard. Shien returned his smile, but didn’t manage to say anything. “That was a lie.  Us shinigami can see your remaining lifespan after all. But you know, I had fun with you. Shidoh seemed to disagree though.” “And you? What do you think? You were pretty confident. Do you still feel this way?” Ives asked, a mocking note in his voice. Sluggishly, Shien looked up at the two shinigami. He tried to answer but didn’t succeed. “Well, we’re going to watch what you have to offer for a bit longer.” With that, the shinigami disappeared into thin air. The words of the shinigami should have been enough to plunge Shien into despair, but strangely, he felt nothing. On the contrary, he had the feeling that his powers,which had left him before, were returning. “I’m glad... that you guys had fun.”

Ryuzaki asking Mishima for his motivation to become Kira goes differently in the novel. In the movie, Mishima says he had no choice, that it was the only way to stop the search for a new Kira. In the novel, he says that he thought Kira really was justice. That Soichiro was the only reason he didn’t sink into the darkness entirely. He was motivated by Soichiro’s suffering to investigate the Kira cases after they happened and prevent any future ones. But then he grew more and more fascinated with Kira’s morals. 

When Mishima moves in front of Ryuzaki to be shot by Nanase, his internal monologue is this: He doubted that he could atone for his crimes as Kira with this but if his death could free just one person from their pain, that was already a better solution. Of course, that was just an excuse to make himself feel better. But in this moment, he didn’t have another choice.

Epilogue

There is an extra scene with Ryuzaki waking up in the hospital and talking to Takahashi, the mysterious man from National Security. Takahashi informs him that the transport with multiple dummies that Near organized for the notebooks was attacked and that four notebooks burned in the process. Takahashi suspects this was a certain international crime syndicate, hoping to sabotage relations between Japan and the USA. 

It is also Takahashi who suggests swapping Ryuzaki and Mishima so that Mishima can survive in Ryuzaki’s place. 

The ‘just as planned’ clip of Light that plays after the movie credits gets an in-universe explanation in the novel: it is the only trace left behind by the Kira Virus, just this one tiny video file. The file deletes itself after it is played once.

[postmodernpromartheus]

Couches

On a rainy Saturday morning, Mulder and Scully find themselves at Ikea in an effort to replace the couch that was destroyed in what they refer to as the Extreme Makeover: Russian Edition.

*Thanks to @greycoupons for her help and encouragement

  “Why did we pick today, of all days, to come here? It’s a fricking zoo, Mulder.“

"Because we aren’t away on a case and we really can’t sit on that couch anymore.”

“I know, it just sucks. Why’d they have to destroy the couch? Couldn’t they have just waited to shoot us until we went outside? I really liked that couch.”

 “We’ll find something even better. What about that one?”

“The back is too low.”

“What about this one?”

“I don’t like the cushions.”

“Why?”

“They’re too messy.”

“What the hell does that even mean, Scully?!”

“They’re going to get all bunched up and no. Just no. I don’t like them.”

“What about this one, then?”

“It’s green, Mulder.”

“It’s fabric. It can be changed. What about the look of it?”

“I don’t like the legs.”

“Seriously?! You pick one, then.”

“That one.”

“It looks like something from my old dorm room in college.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Mulder.”

“Let’s go sit on that one over there.”

"Ok. I'm ready for a rest. My feet hurt in these shoes."

"What do you think, Scully?"

“Hmmm. It's ok. It’s not terribly comfortable, though.”

“It has to get broken in a bit, Scully. It needs to mold to our butt cheeks.”

“The other one was perfect.”

“Which one, Scully? The one over there?”

“No, the one they destroyed.”

“But we can’t have that one. We need to pick a new one. So just pick and we’ll learn to like it as much as the other one.”

“I miss your leather couch.”

“Really?”

“Don’t you, Mulder? Don’t you ever think about it?”

“No. It was old and falling apart…not to mention, hideous. Why would you miss that?”

“So many important moments happened on that couch, Mulder. So many meals eaten, movies watched. We cried for your mom on that couch. We cried for a lot of things on that couch. We laughed. Opened presents. Mulder, William was created on that couch.”

“Possibly. Or in the bed, in the shower, against the front door, or on the kitchen table.”

“The front door. I forgot about that. That was a good weekend. You don’t miss your old apartment?”

“No. I have the memories I want to keep, the rest I’d prefer to leave there. I miss your old couch, though. The ugly, blue striped one.”

“It wasn’t ugly! It was quite “in” at the time, Mulder.”

“It was ugly, but I loved it. I used to love to find any excuse to go to your apartment and sit on that couch. Your apartment was Dana, not Scully. Dana was soft and innocent. I would imagine Dana sitting there reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s with her tea and a fuzzy blanket …”

“I haven’t read that in at least 15 years! I used to love reading that over and over.”

“I didn’t get many glimpses of Dana so being able to be in that space on that couch was like watching an animal at the zoo.”

“Thanks very much for that analogy, Mulder.”

“Dana only existed in that space. She hasn’t really existed since, has she?They took that innocence from you. I miss that part of you and I miss that couch.  Unfortunately, much of my love for the couch was tarnished the day I went in to find you about to make out with Van Blundht.”

“The h is silent guy!! What was his first name?! It’s on the tip of my tongue! I hate that so many of those memories are fuzzy now.”

“Eddie.”

“That’s it! And I wasn’t about to make out with him, I was about to make out with you.”

“Whatever.”

“I miss my mom’s couch.”

“Why? What did it look like, Scully?”

“Not because of its looks. I miss that I could go over to her house no matter what condition I was in and my mom would sit me down on the couch and feed me and start a fire in the fireplace and cover me with a blanket and talk to me. I just miss what it represented.”

“I’m sorry, Scully. I can understand that, though. I miss the couch in Chillmark, the one we had when I was growing up before Sam was taken. We would build blanket forts around it and I would make her watch The Twilight Zone or Outer Limits, even though she was scared, because I didn’t want her to be weak. I wanted her to be a tough girl so no boy could take advantage of her. I thought I was toughening her up. After she was gone, my mom left the house exactly the same. She told people it was so that when Samantha came home, she would still recognize it. I know now that was a lie. My mom knew where she was the whole time. It  was just a way to make my parents appear less suspicious. I still miss the couch, though.”

“Oh, Mulder, that’s awful.”

“Yeah.”

“What about the couch at your mom’s house in Greenwich?”

“I don’t really have any memory of that one. Why?”

“Funny enough, I do. Remember the time you brought me there and you got into a fight with your mom and ditched me. She had gone up to her room and I didn’t know where a phone or phone book was in the house so I had to sit on the couch and wait for her to come back down. Eventually, she did and that wasn’t too awkward. Thank you very much, Mulder. We called a cab and I sat on the couch while she hid in the kitchen, but you have no memory of the couch, you son of a bitch, Mulder.”

“Apparently, truer words were never spoken. I was an asshole back then. Sorry, Scully. You deserved better.”

“Yes. Yes, I did, Mulder. Thankfully, you outgrew the ditching.”

“It took me awhile, but I got there eventually. I’m a slow learner.”

“You know the other couch I really miss? You’ll think I’m crazy, but I really miss the gunmen’s couch.”

“Ew, Scully!!!! There had to be so many organisms growing on that thing. I shudder to think.”

“I miss the Friday nights you guys let me come along for Friday Fiesta. I miss Frohike’s cooking.”

“Yeah, he made killer Mexican food.”

“Why Mexican? And why did I never question that before?”

“He loved to eat it so he learned how to cook it. Pure and simple.”

“His huevos rancheros and his enchiladas. Mmmmmm.”

“Oh, the enchiladas. God, yeah.”

“I remember sitting and eating and playing video games. I miss the guys so much, Mulder.”

“Me, too, Scully. It used to feel like we were in high school when we’d sit on the couch and I’d figure out ways to touch you without anyone noticing.”

“They noticed, Mulder. You’d put your arm around me or we’d hold hands. It was so innocent and sweet.”

“Remember the Halloween parties?”

“Of course I do, what about them?”

“Remember the weird guy?”

“There was someone there who wasn’t weird…besides me, of course?”

“Very funny. No, the guy. The guy with the thing on his head who tried to hit on you?”

“Frankie!!! Yes!!”

“You remember his name?!”

“Yeah, I set him up with a woman from the lab. One of Pendrell’s co-workers. I think they're still married.”

“I hope they didn’t reproduce.”

“That’s mean, Mulder.”

“Maybe they got her genes.”

“I miss Missy’s couch. It was bohemian. It was colorful and smelled like patchouli.”

“Missy?”

“My sister, Mulder. Melissa.”

“God, I’m sorry, Scully. You don’t usually refer to her that way. You don’t usually refer to her at all, actually.”

“Did you ever see her apartment? While I was in the hospital, I mean.”

“No. She came to mine, once, to tell me to get my head out of my ass.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“NO!! Why would you ask me that?! God, Scully!”

“I’ve always wondered. When I woke up you looked so guilty. She didn’t, but you did.”

“You could tell?”

“Of course. What did you do, Mulder? Why did you feel guilty? Did you sleep with one of my nurses?”

“No. While you were missing I slept with someone on a case. I felt so guilty. I couldn’t look you in the eye.”

“Was it someone I know?”

“No. It was a woman in a vampire case in California. Her name was Kristen”

“Did you see her again?”

“No. She died that night.”

"That's awful, Mulder! I'm sorry that happened to you. May  I read the file later?"

"Sure."

“Where did you do it with her?”

“Bathroom sink.”

“Oh.”

“Did Ed have a couch?”

“Who’s Ed?”

“Jerse. Ed Jerse. Speaking of sleeping with someone on a case.”

“Mulder. Yes, he had a couch. He slept on it that night. And I didn’t sleep with him. I wanted to, but he couldn’t perform. He managed to do other things, though.”

“He couldn’t get it up?!”

“Nope, stop looking so smug, Mulder. He got me off just fine, though.”

“Oh.”

“God, I haven’t thought about him in years.”

“Unfortunately, I’ve had a constant reminder.”

“What?”

“Your tattoo, Scully.”

“Oh, Mulder! I have wanted to have it removed and you’ve stopped me every time! Why did you stop me?”

“At first I asked you to keep it out of spite. I got what he wanted. Screw him…”

“Mulder!! How dare you use me that way!”

“Wait…I said, at first. I was angry. I hated him for getting to be with you first. Then I realized it was in my spot…you know…where I always put my hand and that it represented our beginning years together.”

“Oh, Mulder…”

“Now, when I look at it, it takes me back to the days in our basement office.”

“Mulder, it was never about Jerse just like it was never about the desk. I wanted so desperately to know I mattered to you…”

“Scully, you…”

“No, Mulder, let me finish. I wanted to know that you wanted me by your side. I wanted a nameplate and my name on the door and a desk because I wanted you to tell everyone that I was your partner. That I belonged. That I mattered to you and to the work. That I wasn’t just assigned to you.”

“I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like you didn’t. You were everything, Scully. You still are.”

“I know that now, Mulder. I just didn’t know it then.”

“I wish to God I knew that all I had to do was take you couch shopping to get you to open up to me. It would have saved me decades of frustration.”

“Mulder, let’s get a couch and go home.”

“A couch and meatballs, Scully. I’m here for the meatballs.”

“Yes. We’ll get you meatballs. Mulder?”

“Yeah?”

“I want this couch.”

“Ok. What color?”

“No, I mean I want this couch.”

“Why this one, Scully?”

“Because this one has memories already attached to it. I don’t want to start over, Mulder.”

“Do they even do that here? Can you buy a floor model if they have brand new ones ready to go?”

 “Mulder?”

 “Ok. Ok. I’ll get you this couch. You do know that lots of people have sat on this one, right? Kids with dirty hands. I’d think your germaphobia would want you to have the same one brand new. Wouldn’t it?”

“Mulder?”

“All right. I’m going to ask the employee over there who is going to think we’re insane.”

“Thank you, Mulder.”

“Ok. It took some finagling. She said no, at first. I think she thought we wanted a floor sample discount so I even offered to pay more, but she took the asking price. She just didn’t want to have to build a new sample. You’ve got your couch, Scully! We have to go rent a truck to get this thing home.”

“Oh, thank you, Mulder!!! Do you think it will fit through the front door?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the legs come off. We’ll figure it out. I need some meatballs, Scully.”

“Ok. Let’s go get you some meatballs. You might even get me to try one.”

“I think maybe there’s a part of Dana still in there after all, Scully.”

“I think you’re right, Mulder. I think you’re right.”

@today-in-fic @sarie-fairy @baronessblixen @suitablyaggrieved @kyouryokusenshi @fragilevixenfic @admiralty-xfd @toxgrl @chekcough

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Ok, sowwy miss друг kssk. May I get some headcanons of the Bucci gang playing Minecraft? 🤡

Once again I'm livin for the playing Minecraft trope lmao (I also have another Mc Bucci gang request coming up so s t a y t u n e d.)

Bruno:

- Minecraft lord. He is the owner of one of the biggest servers and he manages to keep it hidden very well. If Passione would find out about it they would try to dethrone him.

- The only ones who know about it are his own gang. They all made a serious pact and promised Bruno that they will never tell anyone about his secret Mc identity. In return he gave them all ranks on his server. Snitches get stitches though.

- Knows literally all hacks and tricks and has all sorts of sick ass textures. He's a pvp pro as well and also a good builder. Literally all players wish they could be him.

Giorno:

- Another boi that's good at Minecraft. He knows his way around crafting and also is able to build very nice and aesthetically pleasing houses.

- Doesn't really like fighting but will not flee from combat either. If anything he's very calm most of the time but you'd be able to see his Brando genes kick in sometimes as he'd WRYYYY in anger while rushing mobs and other players.

- Has a let's play channel where he also does building tutorials and design ideas. If anything he plays Mc for the building creative part mostly.

Abbacchio:

- Very good at survival. Prefers playing on singleplayer since he finds it to be more peaceful and relaxing.

- Has attempted hardcore mode many times and keeps track of his progress. His goal is to survive an entire goddamn year on hardcore and he sure as hell will not give up until he succeeds. Mista and Narancia fucked up his progress many times which made him almost kill them.

- Actually sucks at houses and envies Giorno for building such lovely ones. Will throw shade at him many times and insult his houses even though deep down he only wishes he could build like that.

Mista:

- Crackhead player. Literally always plays on multiplayer and teams up with the other disaster kids so he can troll people (especially Abbacchio.)

- Loves playing skyblock just so he can fuck with everyone and push them off the island down into the void below. Has a CHAOTIC let's play channel full of him and Narancia (sometimes Fugo too) playing minigames and trolling.

- Actually really good at pvp, it's just that he hates 1v1 because it gives him anxiety. He'd rather battle in teams and he always refuses to have 4 people on his team obviously.

Fugo:

- His temper is very short so you can only imagine how many times he'd rage. Mista legit did countless of compilations of him raging russian kid style.

- His temper either helps him or fucks him up, no inbetween. Sometimes his anger helps him yeet enemies faster other times it makes him fuck up and slip into lava or something (sometimes Mista and Narancia push him into lava on purpose just to hear him scream again.)

- If he keeps his calm he can actually build pretty nice houses but he usually has no patience and just hides in caves or digs some holes. Constantly gets shamed by Mista for living in holes.

Narancia:

- Minecraft noob but full of memes. What he lacks in experience he makes up with enthusiasm and cursedness.

- Attempts all sorts of dumb shit 25/8 and has most likely tried sleeping in the nether. Mista and Fugo were the ones that encouraged him to do it and told him that if he sleeps in the nether he's going to gain new superpowers.

- He may not know how to properly craft but he's a troll god. Literally no one ever catches him, he's quicker than the wind. He has trolled many people on lots of servers and didn't get banned once. He's the ace and Mista always puts him to fuck with the others.