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Realized I didn't get any head-on shots of Legend yesterday, so will do so tomorrow. My main goal yesterday was to recreate an art piece from @cherrypaii with Four. These are our two favorites! (Four's not on social media, but I got permission before posting)
We had fun, hope we did it justice 💜🖤
I think I'm doing this right, please let me know if not! The photo we referenced is:
https://www.tumblr.com/cherrypaii/623574180071342080/i-miss-my-gba?source=share
#linked universe#lu legend#lu four#loz au#lu fanart appreciation#I'm still figuring this app out#fingers crossed I'm doing this right#lu legend cosplay#lu four cosplay#we both have more we plan to add and change on the costumes#but were too hype to do this#weren't willing to wait#please don't repost#i used to think that meant reblog too#i have since learned :)
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FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!
i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.
i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.
in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.
this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable
it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.
then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.
he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.
finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.
it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.
in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.
#fnaf#fnaf movie#eden rambles#william afton#matthew lillard#springtrap#five nights at freddy's#fnaf spoilers#idk i thought it was a great scene#ppl just need to manage their expectations of what fnaf 1 Actually Is in isolation#not the years of other media and fandom and lore and theory#we literally saw him get springlocked one time in 8 bit with no audio and four frames. how is this worse in comparison#wanna make another post talking abt how the film explores images vs the reality when you look deeper#specifically abby and her drawings/the drawings at freddys vs mike’s motivation being based on the images he sees in his dreams#and how it’s so perfect for fnaf 1 being a game almost entirely made of just scary images without actually exploring the reality#that these robots are Children and Scared and Lost#tldr the fort scene was necessary
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Tainted Love
Ethan Landry x fem!reader
Summary: You meet Ethan at a Halloween party Chad invited you to and start to become close to him, when the truth is later then revealed of his family’s plan. Was your relationship ever real or was it all a lie?
Warnings: Mature themes and language, mentions of sex, death, non-con, sub and dom trope, sexual scenes
18+ is recommend for this story, read at your own risk ⚠️
Songs for reading: All Mine;Brent Faiyaz, The Devil in I;Slipknot, Heartless;The Weeknd, Change;Deftones, Often;The Weeknd, Daddy Issues;The Neighbourhood
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You were on your way to a Halloween party that one of your best friends, Chad, invited you to. At first you were hesitant due to it being almost 11pm at night and you had class in the morning at 9, but you decided you would go because you haven’t seen Chad and Mindy since they moved away almost 2 years ago. Since you weren’t planning on doing anything for Halloween, you didn’t have a costume and thanks to chad telling you last minute about the party, you didn’t have time to buy anything. You decide you would just put on your old cheer costume from high school and add some fake blood, to make it more Halloween like.
When you arrived at the party, Mindy introduced you to her friend Tara and girlfriend Ankia. You were happy she finally was able to settle down with someone. You took a couple shots after and made you way over to Chad who you spotted talking to someone in a knight costume.
“Hey Chad, long time no see” you said to him, catching the attention of both him and the cute guy next to him you realized.
“Y/n, omg you actually came”
“Of course, anything to see my best friend, I’m still mad at you guys for leaving me, high school sucked without you”.
Chad gave you a long awaited hug and you tilted your head up to see the guy looking at you. “Who’s this?" you asked.
Chad looked back, “oh yeah this is Ethan my roommate”, he looked over at Ethan, “and this is y/n, my best friend, we grew up with each other before we moved away”
“Hey it’s nice to met you, Ethan” you smiled at him
“Uh- yeah you too” he scratched his head and held out his hand to you. You shook it and looked into his eyes.
“Shy?” You asked, he blushed and quietly laughed, while looking at his feet.
After the three of you talked for a while, Tara stole Chad away, leaving you and Ethan alone. You took the chance to get to know him a little better, when someone bumped into you spilling their drink all over you,
“Hey what the fuck!” you groan out, “I’m gonna head to the bathroom and try to get some of this off” you told Ethan,
“Yeah of course, uh- did you need some help”
You smiled at him, “No I should be ok, I’ll be right back”
You finished in the bathroom and just as you were about to leave you ran straight into your ex.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?” He asked.
“None of your business”, you went to walked around him, but he pushed you back into the bathroom against the wall.
“What are you doing, let me go Leon?!”
He responded by lifting your skirt up, “Aw but baby I missed you so much, let’s just have a little fun”, he smirked at you.
“This doesn’t sound fun to me” you replied glaring at him.
“Why do you always have to be such a bitch Y/n, just be the good little whore that you are, and take this fucking dick”, he said gripping you hair as he slammed you back against the wall
Tears started to form in your eyes. Was your ex boyfriend, someone that you use to love and care for, really about to rape you in some bathroom at a party?
You tried to get out of his grasp, but he was too strong and no one could help you, everyone here was either to drunk to notice or high to care. You stood there, starting to accept your fate, when a person in a ghost face mask busted through the room, stabbing Leon in the back, you screamed out, Leon falling to the floor, while the killer started to repeatedly stab him over and over again, not knowing what to do, your flight or fight took in and you darted down the hall, not looking back.
You ran all the way back to your dorm and locked the door, you started to think that maybe you had too many drinks, this couldn’t be real, could it??
A week later, there was news of the recent ghost face killings, you met up with the group on campus and told them everything. Mindy was explaining who it could be, when you caught Ethan looking at you. He turned his head quickly, saying something about "dying a virgin". You were surprised at this considering how good looking he was.
After the meeting, Sam ordered that everyone stay at her apartment. You were on the couch next to Ankia, when you heard a bang coming from Quinn’s room. Everyone got up, when the door was shot open and Quinn fell out, ghost face was right behind her. He went after Ankia and stabbed her in the side, so you took the nearest item and hit him in the head. He fell back, which gave you time to get Ankia to safety. You accidentally tripped when getting to the room, ghost face right behind you. He caught up to you, tackling you down to the ground.
He got on top of you, straddling you. He didn’t do anything, just stared at you, was this the same ghost face that killed Leon? After a moment, he got up off you and ran to get the others, you laid there in shock, why didn’t he kill you?
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It had been a week since Ankia was killed by ghost face, since then you and Ethan started seeing each other more and more, you started to really like him and tonight you wanted to take things further.
When you arrived to his dorm, Chad was already gone, perfect you thought.
You closed the door behind you, and wasted no time, kissing him. He was surprised but returned the kiss. You lead him over to the couch and push him on it, getting on top of him and straddling him. You trailed your hand up his chest, stopping your hands when they got to his neck. You wrapped your hands around his neck and started to grind on him, you could feel him starting to get hard, turning you on even more.
“Y/n” he rasped out, “I really like were this is going and I really like you obviously,” he pointed to his boner, “but I need to ask you something before we start anything” he looked at you.
“Your right I’m sorry I kinda just busted in here and took action, I’ve been really stressed out lately, with the deaths and everything” you paused, “and I know that you never done this before and I would love to be your first if you want... so you don’t have to die a virgin” you added.
He laughed, “of course I want to, it’s just-” he paused, getting nervous, “I- I really like you and I just- I mean- will you be my girlfriend?” he asked.
You smiled at him, “I really like you too, of course I’ll be your girlfriend” you kissed him. “So can I ride you now?” You asked.
He blushed, “yea-yes”
You trail you hands down to his pants, starting to unzip his jeans. He shudders watching your moments.
“Don’t worry about anything Ethan, let me take care of you” you told him. You freed him from his jeans and moan at the sight of him, he was so big, you dropped to your knees and looked at him,
“I want you to fuck my mouth, he groan, and does as you asked, putting his dick in your mouth.
“fuck your mouth feels so good” he moans out, “y/n, I can’t- I’m gonna- please mommy”.
You look up at him..did this man just call you mommy? Not that you were complaining.
You get off the floor and straddle him again. You lower yourself on top of him, adjusting to his size, starting to move, he grabs a hold of your hips.
“Wait, please fuck- I just need a minute, because if you start moving again, I’m going to cum right now”
You laugh at him, “Do I make you feel that good baby?”
“So much better than good, your so fucking hot”
You start to move again after a minute, ridding him like your life depends on it. Ethan is moaning and groaning under you, his hands never leaving your ass.
You can tell he’s getting close, “I want you to cum in me, I’m on the pill” you tell him.
He grabs your throat pulling you closer and kisses you hard, you moan into the kiss.
Ethan then flips you over on the couch and starts fucking into you, “Ethan” you cry out. Where did he gain this confidence all of a sudden?
He fucks into you faster, “Tell me your mine Y/n, all fucking mine”
“Im yours Ethan” you cry out.
“No one, will ever fuck you as good as I can, you're all mine baby, all fucking mine” he slaps your ass, making you jolt upwards.
After a while you both reach your climax.
You both lay there when you're done, him holding you like you're going to leave him. He looks up at you, “I think I’m falling in love with you Y/n”.
You smile at him, “So do I”.
After cuddling for a little longer, you both get up and put your clothes back on. Ethan tells you he is going to take a shower, so you head to his bedroom, thinking you will just lay on his bed and wait for him. When you go inside you find a duffel bag on his bed, a mask peaking out of it, you look closer and start to make it out, you gasped..it was the ghost face mask.
You go closer and open the bag finding the outfit and a knife, with a list of your friend's names.
Ethan was ghost face, he killed Ankia and Leon. This was why the ghost face didn’t hurt you cause it was him the whole time.
You pull out your phone, deciding to call the cops, when Ethan appears in the doorway.
“Y/n?” You look at him, as he looks over your shoulder, seeing the bag. Fuck what were you going to do?
“Did you look through my bag?” He asks.
You lie, “No, I just came in here”
He steps closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist, “I know you saw, you know the truth now” he continues, “so what are you going to do about it?”
You look at him “Ethan, you-.., why are you doing this? Please just stop this now and we can forget about it”.
“But I can’t stop, it’s in my blood”... He explains..
“You don’t understand, I have to do this for my family, you're either with me or against me”
“And what if I’m against you, are you going to kill me?” You ask him.
“Of course not baby, I love you. I’ll just have to tie you up and keep you here, if I can’t trust you to keep this a secret” he looks at you.
This isn’t the Ethan you knew, the shy, goofy, nerd that just asked you to be his girlfriend.
“You're my girlfriend now, you can’t leave me..you said you were all mine Y/n”. He adds.
“That was before I knew you were killing my fucking friends Ethan!” You yell at him.
He grabs you, throwing you on the bed. He takes your hands, pinning them against the headboard.
“Like I said Y/n your either with me or against me and right now, it seem like your against me, so I hate to do this, but your not leaving me” he ties your hands to the headboard.
“Ethan please, you don’t have to do this, you said you love me, this is not what you do to people you love!” You cry out.
“Sometimes you hurt the ones you love, in order to keep them safe” he says starting to get up.
“Wait, Ethan you can’t just leave me here..Ethan please” You beg tears starting to fall onto your cheeks.
He comes over to you and kisses you on your lips.
“It will all be over soon Y/n” he says, grabbing his duffel bag and leaving to finish his duties.
#ethan landry#ethan landry smut#jack champion#ghostface x reader#scream 6#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry x reader#ghostface smut#smut#fanfic#fanfiction#y/n#ghostface x y/n smut#ghostface#ghostface x reader smut
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Rewatching Dead Boy Detectives for the 6th time and I STILL have so many thoughts, so let's do this
Episode 1
1. That's everything Crystal has on her for the rest of the season, right?
She must have had some money and her passport on that bag because she did change clothes and traveled half-way round the globe. But Jenny talks like Crystal doesn't have a credit card, so how much cash did she carry on her on a random day in the tube??
Well not enough to pay rent for the cheapest room in town when they arrived. (She wears a borrowed Tongue & Tail t-shirt from Jenny later, that's cute.)
I like how her original look is much darker and more mature, reflecting her mean girl personality. The long jacket later is still purple, but a light color with a colorful floral patterned turtleneck underneath.
(If she had her passport she has her full legal name and social security number to identify herself though-??)
2. I REALLY want to know what happened during those "two flights, one ferry ride" - where did the boys sit? Did Crystal buy a whole row of seats so they could sit together? (And was seen talking to herself alone the whole time lol)
Have the boys ever been on a plane (they haven't been on a ferry)? HOW DID EDWIN REACT... Please I want a fanfic
3. When they start investigating, Charles says to Crystal "I know you don't fancy this part, deep-diving into someone's brain. We can figure out another way if you'd like." Which is sweet, so Charles, but also, how did he know what she prefers? (They must have talked about it on the ferry ride.)
4. I thought it odd that Edwin would stumble out of the mirror, when he's always so careful and carries himself with such poise? But then I saw Kassius and Jayden, they both have the biggest grins on their faces just short of laughing. It's definitely a blooper, but George stayed in character so perfectly they left it in.
(George did confirm in an interview that due to Ghost Rules, the boys don't trip on treestumps etc, they would just phase through. So definitely not a scripted move.)
5. "Not exclusively my internet. (Charles laughs) I'll explain again later."
Crystal was the one that taught Edwin the concept of internet?? Did this happen on the ferry ride too??
6. THE VISUAL STORYTELLING. I'm obsessed how the costume department specifically adds visual cues to the boys' wardrobe depending on their emotional state.
We all know Charles' polo darkens when he goes through tough times, only returning to his original bright red after they're back from Hell. We understand that Edwin being in his Edwardian undergarments in the confession scene makes it so emotionally raw and vulnerable.
We don't see Edwin without his coat after they arrive in Port Townsend. There's the scene in the beginning when it's just him and Charles at home in their office, where we can see him without it. He can be his real self there, because he's safe and comfortable.
The heavy coat is Edwin's armor, a visual metaphora of the emotional walls he puts up against the world. He always wears it around Crystal.
Here, in the upstairs, where the topic of David upsets Edwin and he storms off.
Yet right after, we see him without it! I believe ghosts appearance may change to reflect their emotional state (or maybe Edwin just shucked it off, who knows)
It's a fantastic scene altogether but just by his clothes we can see that's he's being vulnerable with Crystal for the first time. I only noticed this detail now and I love it.
(In the next scene of making their plan together Edwin is still wearing this look. We can see they're not enemies anymore, but a team.)
7. When Crystal agrees and offers peace, Edwin actually *looks at Charles* for confirmation. He's out of his element here and needs his support. Charles is the one who knows how to hande people, so Edwin doesn't make any decisions before checking with him. Edwin only forgives Crystal when he sees Charles had approved of her.
(After he does, he glances back at Charles again, like he still needed that last bit of validation that he did the right thing.)
Their bond is so strong. There's always consideration for the other, whatever they do. The acting is also incredible.
Nonverbal communication has a huge role in this series, as much as the dialogue does. So many things are conveyed with just looks and sighs and the many close-up shots that make us emotionally connect with the characters.
8. Charles having beef with Monty right at the start will never not be funny. "Everyone likes me eventually." It's just a bird.
Even on top of the list of his day's heroic feats is "smack-talking a crow." I love him sm
+ As a bonus, look at this gorgeous shot of Charles with the neon light reflecting on his earring. Chef's kiss
#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#edwin payne#crystal palace#dead boy detective agency#episode breakdown#the dead boy detectives#dead boy detective netflix
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Jonathan Crane/Reader - Corn Fucking 🌽😈 (Kinktober #1)
Summary - It's a corn fucking fic lads. Someone gets fucked with an ear of corn. Not much more to say aside from the fact there's heavy bdsm themes. Bon ape tit!
As far as Crane’s little tests went, this one was proving to be somewhat unique.
All it had taken was an off-colour comment about the dinner you had prepared for you both – a simple stew with a few sides littered around the rickety table which you had scrounged up within his workspace – and he had ordered you to stand from your seat and approach him, a task you completed in an instant as your naturally submissive dynamic settled over your skin like a thick veil.
Crane was dining in full costume, his Scarecrow grab wrapped around his thin frame as he had been pulled from work to have something to eat, and he hadn’t seen the point in changing anything when he fully planned to return as soon as he were finished.
Now standing before him, you flinch in place as his cool hands jump straight to your thighs – willowy, scarred fingers disappearing up your skirt to wrap around the waistband of your underwear and pull the scant fabric free of your ass. Heat rises in your cheeks as you allow him to slip the thin cotton panties free of your body, allowing them to fall carelessly to the floor as you willingly step free, feeling utterly exposed as a delicious anxiety alights in your chest, awaiting his next move.
“Raise your skirt and hold it in place.”
Your fingers move of their own accord as the smooth tenor of his low voice washes over you, the digits plucking at the hem of your skirt as you raise it to your waist – a fresh blush staining your cheeks as you were forced to showcase your most intimate self. A traitorous dampness rapidly makes itself known between your slit as you clench your cunt around nothing while Crane gazes as your sex with a calculating expression, his milky eyes casually switching between you and the dinner table.
One hand still gripping the flesh of your outer right thigh, his other hand – the one which often housed his fear gauntlet – skimmed over the table, delicately trailing over the small variations of different foodstuffs before landing on its intended target.
An ear of corn, boiled to perfection.
To the side of the bowl sat an even smaller bowl, this one filled with seasoned butter which was intended to add a little bit of flavour, and he ignored it entirely as he brought the thick length of corn back towards your prone body.
Something wicked and shameful washed through your system as you sussed out his intent. He was going to fuck you with it and your fingers trembled against the fabric of your skirt as a full-bodied shudder skittered its way down your spine. He had fucked you with objects before, setting your strained body up for failure as you were forced to choose between impaling yourself on a rubber cock which stretched you to the point of tears or choking yourself with a thin noose, but this was different. There was no planning here. Just a showcase of his power and how willing you were to accept it.
“I think we should warm up that lovely skin before we test just how depraved you are, little mouse.”
A sharp yelp escapes your lips as he slides the length of corn against your cunt and the intense heat against your sensitive skin – the temperature of the kernels still hot despite sitting on the plate since the meal began – feels almost scalding against the delicate skin, causing your knees to knock in place even as every instinct in your body screamed at you to pull away.
Relief is quick to sweep through your tensed skin as he slid the corn away, only to then twist it and replace it a moment later – sparking a fresh cry from your lips as the heated assault resumed. Biting your lips, the tension in your thighs makes your legs tremble as you fight against the urge to step away and escape the torment.
Your eyes meet Crane’s once more and you can feel the sadistic amusement at play there as he holds the corn in place for a moment longer, daring you to complain or attempt to escape. Knuckles white against your skirt, you refuse to give in even as he tests it out a few more times, every attempt seeking out more sensitive skin as he pushes the length roughly between your slit and grinds it hard against your exposed cunt.
Your teeth gritting against the hot discomfort, only soft mewls can slip through as he ensures that every inch of your wettened cunt was ‘warmed up’ by his ministrations. The heat was only just bearable, despite being cruelly intense, and it enough that the constant movement ensured that you would not be burned while also allowing every millimetre of skin to enjoy the scalding warmth.
He adjusts the length slightly and you scream out a sharp yelp as the tip of the corn presses against your clit – the sensitive bud sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body as your knees snap together and you jerk away, unable to take it any longer.
“Please. It’s too hot.” Your words are panicked and dripping regret as disappointment that you pulled away trickles across your skin. “I can’t take it. Please, Sir.”
“You could take it and more.” Crane chastises roughly, his deadpan tone revealing nothing of the very visible arousal which is tenting his darkened slacks as his hand fully removes itself from your cunt. “And maybe one day you will so I can enjoy those panicked screams as you feel your skin burn from the inescapable heat. But for the moment, I’ll show mercy. You have 20 seconds to adjust the temperature and then it goes inside you, no matter what.”
“Thank- thank you, Sir.” You stutter out as you drop your skirt, pluck the corn from his extended fingers and move quickly to the nearby sink. Turning the tap, you test the stream for a moment before washing the corn in the cold water, ensuring that every inch was cleansed and cooled as much as possible for what you knew was coming next.
“Time.” Crane calls out firmly after his internal count ends. His gnarled fingers immediately extend out to summon you back to him and you scurry back over to his side as he pushes his chair even further free of the dinner table.
Crane pats his knee, the movement slow and mocking, as he gives you a simple, non-verbal command. It’s a command you know intimately and the immediate throb of your cunt as you realise he plans to put you over his lap is embarrassing in its earnestness. It was one of his favourite places to keep you; painting and bruising your skin to a mottled range of abuses with his hands or a ruler or whatever item he pleased as you screamed and apologised for your mistakes.
The fact that the spankings always ended with either his cock or his fingers buried deep within your aching cunt also never hurt.
You drop smoothly to take a familiar, humiliating position across his knee, careful to avoid the metallic mechanism of his knee brace as you raise your ass up high, your short skirt riding further up with every small shuffle of your frame.
His fingers push within your cunt without warning, the sudden intrusion taking your breath away as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your walls, testing how wet and prepared you were with an almost clinical fashion. Arousal, hot and shameful in its intensity, pulses within your groin and you can’t help but writhe against him as he completes his examination, feeling more like a piece of meat than a wistful lover. Your breath comes in short gasps and you can’t help but roll your hips against his fingers, encouraging him to move faster.
“Sit still.” Crane warns and the words are a shock, like freezing water dashed across your skin as you force your body still. A rumble of approval rolls through his thin frame at the instant submission and he taps two fingers against your exposed ass. “Good girl.”
In an instant, his fingers pull free, but he leaves you no time to mourn their loss as something much larger moves to press at your hole, the slightly tapered end of the corn breaching the first inch of your cunt without difficulty. Your breath is held deep within your chest, the solid feeling of his knees beneath your stomach giving you something to ground yourself to as your fingers grip at the legs of the wooden chair Crane is still lounging on.
“You’re so wet already.” Crane growls. “Have you no shame? Are you really just a whore? A little mouse who is soaked at the prospect of being fucked by something as disgusting as an ear of corn.”
Already feeling thoroughly degraded and slave to the hot arousal which is tight across your groin, you give him a pathetic nod and follow the desperate move a hasty agreement as a soft yes falls from your lips. It’s enough to satisfy him and his hand is rough against your lower back as his other hand begins to slowly force the ear of corn against your fluttering hole.
The stretch draws a low discomforting keen from your lips as you spread your legs further and try to relax around the girth of the intrusion. It’s thicker than Crane, that was for sure, and you can’t help but imagine how your poor cunt will look once he’s finished, all fucked out and raw, reddened by his little off-the-cuff punishment.
With a grunt, the widest part of the corn pops within your cunt and you muffle the cry which threatens your lips by burying your mouth against your arm. Your flesh burning around the intruder, every small kernel adds a layer of sensation that allows a very pleasant arousal to rise aside the warmth – the feeling growing more intense as Crane slowly begins to pump the corn within you, building up a slow pace.
Your knees are spread as wide as the position would allow and you squirm against his steadying hand as stunted moans and whimpers break free of your lips. The feeling of his cock, hard and heavy against your stomach, makes your mouth water as you long for the familiar taste of him in your mouth.
Crane twists the corn unexpectedly and the movement pulls at your walls as every little ridge rubs itself against your most sensitive skin, a bolt of arousal making you jerk in place and grab on to his ankle.
“Do you think you could come like this?” Crane asks, flexing his leg beneath your grip as he picks up the pace on his movements – every thrust now pushing the corn a few millimetres deeper into your stretched cunt as he forced you towards a humiliating orgasm. “A whore so pathetic that even an object like this can get her off"
Perhaps after our meal I should organise a more involved punishment to correct this abnormal behaviour.”
“Yes, sir.” You agree, shame at the rapidly growing band of tension which spilled heat across your skin making you compliant as your cunt clamped around the corn.
“Ask me to make you come like this.”
His demand was met with a sharp increase in his pace, the ridged length within your cunt now moving rapidly as it pulled at and stimulated your fluttering walls with every messy pump.
“Please fuck me.” You beg, fingers scrambling against his legs. “Fuck me with the corn like the -pathetic whore-whore I am. Make me come with it.”
Crane complies and all it takes is one particularly cruel thrust which pushes the thick length so deep within your cunt that it knocks against your cervix, the added discomfort enough to push you over the edge as you come. Toes curling within your shoes, the band of arousal snaps and your cunt spasms around the corn – a shrill, stuttering cry making you shake in place as his thumb slips around to brush sadistic circles around your engorged clit. The added stimulation drawing out your release to the point of overstimulation as your bucking frame is held in place by his firm hand pushing down against your lower back.
Eventually, your movements still as the waves of pleasure recent and your aching cunt feels disgustingly wet and hollowed out as Crane pulls the thick length of corn free with a none-too-gentle yank. It’s a move that draws a fresh grunt from you as the wicked little kernels give you one last kiss of pleasure before a sense of emptiness settles in the abandoned space.
Your earlier thoughts return as you feel the cool air brush against your hole, the slight gape there cause a fresh flush of shame to roll across your heated skin. Reddened and fucked-out.
Just as he liked.
Crane’s hand released your back and you stand on trembling legs, not quite trusting the ground to remain solid below you as you allow your skirt to fall back down. Your release trickles free of your cunt, a wet and sticky mess that feels uncomfortable against your thighs as you await his next instruction.
One of Crane’s hands is pressed against the tented bulge of his cock, teasing his own length as he observes you with a heated gaze. The fingers of his other hand move to drop the slickened ear of corn to the closest plate, the ceramic clinking quietly against the wooden table.
“Now, return to your seat and finish your meal. Our lesson will continue once you are finished.”
This fic is my first offering for this years Kinktober. The tag will be #Kinktober23 for all of the fics if you want to keep up 💖😈
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Something Good (XVII)
Chapter 17 : Somewhere in My Youth or Childhood
Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!
THIS IS IT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY ARE FINALLY GETTING THEIR SHIT TOGETHER!!!!!!! I’m so excited, I hope you like this chapter so much! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn, professor AU.
Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…
Word Count: 3342
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There was so much to do for the theatre club, still. So much to do and so little time.
Booking up the theatre so you could work on stage was a brilliant idea, and you were grateful to Ben for thinking about this. It helped tremendously settle the songs, write the scenes, imagine the placement of the actors.
Still… Something Good remained a tough song to stage. You didn’t have enough time to finish planning the scene with the students, but Ben and you agreed to spend a part of the afternoon working on this, just the two of you. So, at the end of the afternoon, you stayed a little longer, asking your mother to watch over your daughter for you while you and Ben worked on the song.
You had decided with the whole group to add the song at the beginning of the relationship between Satine and Christian. Before the real troubles hit them both, while their love was still a secret. It was a hopeful tune, after all. One of love, and there was no reason to change that fact. Still, the staging, the intention, the movements of the actors… it was still a struggle, as Ben and you stood there at the edge of the stage, staring blankly at the empty space.
“Alright… then maybe we can have the two characters coming in from this side…”
“It won’t do…”
“I know.”
You looked at Ben, who was remaining perfectly calm while you were losing your patience bit by bit.
There ought to be a way to play this scene and to make it look good. You simply had to find it…
“I think we should have a very simple choreography for this,” Ben said, looking around the empty stage. “Maybe they shouldn’t even dance before the second half of the song.”
You looked around as well, imagining the staging, with full set and costume, lights, music…
“What if they’re on opposite sides of the stage,” you suggest. “When the song begins they’re staring at each other, and then they slowly come closer and closer in the first half.”
Slowly, Ben nodded his head.
“And then they meet at the centre,” he went on.
“They can start dancing together during the instrumental part.”
But Ben shook his head.
“What if they barely danced at all. Maybe just turned.”
“Turned?”
“Yeah, like…”
But Ben wasn’t sure how to explain his idea.
“Like they both walk in a circle, and follow each other so they keep the same distance.”
“Chasing each other, almost… it fits,” you nodded, thinking hard. “They could come closer and closer during the second part.”
You walked to the centre of the stage, in an attempt to imagine the position of the actors, play out the scene in your head…
This should be highly romantic. A song you had added with your entire little company to showcase this love between Christian and Satine…
“There could be other people on stage like… dancing during the party. And the lights could go down all around the couple, so the others would disappear, until there’s no one left but Christian and Satine. Like… they love each other so much… there’s nobody else in the world for a moment…”
You were lost in thought, you seemed almost dizzy, staring at an empty spot before you. And Ben didn’t know why but he was so fond of you at this moment. You looked… breathtaking… maybe it came from the dreamy expression painted upon your features….
He wished you could look at him like that. Because you were right, that would be how he would feel with you. Like everything else could disappear. Like the whole world was gone, for as long as you would stare at him and pretend you loved him, even if for just a minute…
He struggled to swallow, tried to clear his throat, but it had tightened so quickly, he had barely noticed before it was already too late.
Ironic. The same way he had fallen head over heels for you…
“And then, they could walk in a circle, like you said. Turning, turning…”
You imitated the movement, walking across the empty stage.
“… and coming closer. Should they kiss?”
“Everyone is on stage, the scene is set during a party, they can’t be openly affectionate,” Ben answered, trying to shake some sense back into his brain. “Maybe they could touch hands instead.”
You seemed to consider it for a second.
“But then they could walk back where they were before, the lights could go up again, as if it was just some kind of… dream… you know what I mean?”
Ben nodded.
“A moment just between them, that no one notices.”
“Just by looking at each other.”
“And that we would translate through the song.”
Ben smiled.
“It could work.”
But you still seemed bothered, Ben could see it in the mild frown digging a line between your brows.
“Could we walk around the stage to decide on the placements?” you asked Ben, turning to him with this same adorable frown he adored, the one brought by focus and thinking too hard.
His smile was soft, charming, when you turned to him. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He looked dishevelled after a long day at work, but you liked it. You liked the way his hair was messier than usual, the way his glasses were a little lopsided, the way his white shirt was crinkled…
You forced yourself to look only at his eyes again, but they were so dark, so intense, so magnetic… it didn’t help at all…
“Of course,” he nodded, voice warm and soft and terribly charming even if he didn’t do it on purpose.
He walked to the right side of the stage while you took position on the left. You tried walking around for a few minutes, trying to decide on a distance to stop, one to dance to, and finally the closest the characters would stand by each other.
It was hard to imagine it all without music though, and you tried again using your phone to listen to the tune while you moved.
“Too fast, too fast,” Ben shook his head as you walked towards him. “You need to cross the stage and get in position throughout the first part, before the instrumental section kicks in.”
He gestured you to start all over again, and you did. After a few tries, you found the right rhythm, and tried to walk with Ben.
“How do they touch hands? Like this?”
You brushed your fingers against his without any warning, and your shy touch was enough to make him blush, to make his heart stumble in his chest, to make him forget his damn name…
“Huh… yes,” he nodded, clearing his throat, trying to hide his reaction but he couldn’t imagine to be discreet. “And maybe they could properly hold hands when they’re standing very close.”
“Both hands?”
“Yes… maybe?”
“Okay, sounds good.”
“And then we can decide with the rest of the club if they should kiss or not.”
“Okay, perfect!”
“Do you want us to rehearse the whole song? Like… fully playing it as it should go?”
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea, let’s do that.”
You walked back into position, starting the song again, but Ben stopped you as you took your first step.
“You’re not even singing!” he complained, playfulness making him smile. “Come on!”
He saw you shying away, but it didn’t matter. He loved listening to your voice. He would not let you get away with this.
“Alright,” you grumbled, clearly unhappy, but he merely shot you a grin.
“Come on, I’ll sing too.”
That was a pretty good argument, given his pretty voice.
Fair enough…
You started the song over again, from the beginning.
Slow movements walking across the empty stage. Ben was staring at you, his gaze intense, never letting go for a second, as if he was afraid you would disappear.
But then again, you were staring at him the same way. Moving to the rhythm of the music, in slow movements, made it all even more intense like… like it was all real…
You were singing without noticing, words passing your lips, but each syllable seemed to slow down time, make you more focused on Ben’s dark eyes, on his slightly parted lips, on the light shining against his glasses, on his dishevelled hair, on his beard that called for your fingers…
The universe was shrinking, shrinking, shrinking down while you sang.
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
You noticed the way Ben closed his fists, opened them again, flexed both his hands, as if he were nervous, as if he couldn’t quite breathe anymore, as if he felt the same as you did now…
… hanging by a thread. Struggling to keep the air inside your lungs, your heart beating so damn fast, and lost… lost in his damn dark eyes, so dark under the velvety light of the theatre, so dark you could only fall into them, so dark you couldn’t see where they would end…
Still, your feet advanced, just like his, in perfect rhythm to the song and to his movements, but you barely noticed. You barely noticed when you kept on singing too.
And your voice… Jesus, the soft, tender sound was driving Ben absolutely mad. He wished you could never stop. He wished he could keep on listening to your voice forever, no matter what you would say or sing or whisper, it wouldn’t matter, for as long as you kept going…
His heart was beating so damn fast, how was that even humanly possible?
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not, you should
And as you spoke the words, your throat tightened, your heart sank because they reminded you that your feelings were crazy. Ridiculous, almost. If it hadn’t hurt so much, you would have taken it all as a twisted joke. It was too painful to be a joke, though.
You were a mess. You struggled. You were a mother. You had so many responsibilities, so many things to do, and in all of that, how could you manage any time for yourself? It wasn’t fair, but it was the truth. And Ben? Why would Ben ever love someone like you? Perfect opposites. Bantering friends. Tender words. And these dark eyes that looked at you with such patience, such warmth… You hoped, despite all odds and all reason, that his gaze meant more, so much more.
You were too uncertain of yourself to see it. To see that Ben looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky yourself, as if you were the very essence of beautiful things, as if you were everything he had ever wanted. Because you were. You were so much more than that, even. And he was too uncertain of himself to tell you, but now more than ever, as you walked towards him, your singing voice barely audible at all but still there, still hanging in the air, while you stared at him with these beautiful eyes of yours he saw every night in his dreams… now more than ever, he couldn’t deny that he loved you. That he loved you so much, it was crazy, it was ridiculous. And he couldn’t help it.
So somewhere in my youth, or childhood
I must have done something good
Just a few more steps to take. You smiled, all shy, and he reciprocated the gesture, although his was brighter, a little less hesitant. He wanted to come closer, to skip the song and the music and to reach out for your hand, to reach for your cheek, to reach for your lips…
He took a deep breath instead, raspy and uncertain, but it did ground him enough to keep his feet on track.
Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth, or childhood
I must have done something good
You were standing in position now, and you both stopped. The short instrumental part started playing, both of you silent. You forced your feet to move, and Ben followed your movements, walking in a circle with you, slowly getting closer, and closer, the circle shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking, until you were in arm’s range. Until you were close enough to smell his perfume, something of oud and citrus and midnight talks on the phone. Until you were close enough Ben could feel your breath across the side of his neck.
You had both slowed down your pace down to a full stop. You weren’t supposed to be standing so close, but you both felt so attracted towards the other, like two magnets struggling against impossible forces. And who were you to fight this type of law, anyway? It would have been as unnatural as fighting gravity.
When he started singing, he reached to brush his knuckles against yours. Soft, delicate touch. A breeze in summer. Barely there at all.
Your heart stumbled into your chest, crashed against your ribcage.
You were still staring into his eyes, but now up close, where you could see perfectly their darkness through his glasses, the small crinkles at their corners, the beauty spot under his right eye…
When he brushed his fingers to yours again, you held them back, before they could escape.
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
And you shouldn’t. As he sang the words, they sounded a little too raw on his tongue, a little too bloodied, as if they were already stained by the sorrow they announced.
Because you shouldn’t. Ben didn’t think you felt the same, and he shouldn’t wish for these feelings upon you, because every ounce of reason in his mind screamed that it was a terrible idea. He was a mess. He struggled. You were a mother, and he couldn’t let you down. What if he did? What if he couldn’t be enough, just like he wasn’t enough for Julia? What if you left? What if he gave you and Sally everything, and you took it all away? But then again, why would you ever love someone like him, anyway? You deserved so much better than his bruised self. Besides, you were perfect opposites. Silly friends. Soft smiles. And these beautiful, tempting lips of yours, he couldn’t help the way his gaze fell onto them now that you were so close. Because he wanted to kiss them. Wanted to run his thumb along their curve to feel the tender skin. Wanted to know how it felt, how you tasted…
He was so out of breath, he barely noticed when you spoke again, only the movement of your mouth made him aware that you were singing the next verse.
So somewhere in my youth, or childhood
I must have done something good
Your lips remained parted, you moved your fingers to hold properly on his, and the tender gesture made him look up at your eyes again. He enlaced your fingers together as he whispered the next words, more than he sang them. And when you joined him, you were both so lost into each other’s gaze, there seemed to be nothing else in the entire world but your two bodies.
Your eyes. Your warmth. You…
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
You missed the beginning of your verse, but you didn’t care. Your heart was beating so fast, you could barely hear the music anymore over its crazy rhythm.
So somewhere in my youth
He smiled, a crooked one, just for a second, as he noticed that you had skipped a couple of words. It was tender though. So tender…
God, he loved you so much… if it hadn’t been so painful, he could have laughed at himself for falling so hard. A stupid teenage boy all over again…
When he spoke his verse, he raised his hand to your cheek. Your skin so warm… it was burning his fingers and palm. So soft, he was certain none of this could be real…
Or childhood
You closed your eyes under his soft touch, all delicate and feathery, as if he was scared you’d run away, as if he feared to hurt you somehow. As if you were the most precious thing in the world…
You spoke with your eyes still closed, leaning into his touch without noticing, your skin on fire under his fingers.
I must have done something
He let go of your hand, and your eyes snapped open, thinking he would push you away, that the dream would be over…
But he merely reached up to your other cheek instead, holding your face in both his hands, leaning closer, dangerously so. Your hands reached up to hold onto his arms, in search for any kind of support. You could feel his warm breath fanning over your lips…
Your legs were shaking.
You both whispered the last lyrics, neither of you could summon anything more than a murmur.
Something good
You had barely spoken your last syllable that he was leaning closer, impossibly closer, until his lips brushed against yours, the feeling making you both gasp and close your eyes.
How many times had you dreamt about this?
How many times had he hoped you would let him do this?
But his lips had barely touched yours, just the ghost of a caress, before he pulled away. Not much, just enough to look into your eyes as you lifted your eyelids once more.
A silent question. A frightened one, yet tainted with desire.
Do you want this as much as I do?
Your response was a smile, a gentle pull on his sleeve to draw him closer again, a lean upwards towards his lips.
His hands held your face a little more firmly to guide you to him, and this time when he leaned down, he didn’t stop.
His kiss was a little shy still at first, hesitant. But then your lips moved against his, and the remnants of worry and rationality fainted away from his mind. When your hand moved from his forearm to his hair, he pressed his lips harder against yours, more passionately, and he let go of the last bit of control he had left.
One of his hands settled on your waist, drawing you closer, and you leaned in without a second thought. How could you not, when he was kissing you with so much passion, it almost tasted like desperation, until none of you could breathe and yet you kept on kissing, and kissing, and kissing despite your shallow breaths, because you couldn’t get enough, and neither could he…
How could he pull away? How could he stop kissing you when your lips moved perfectly over his, when you tasted so good on his tongue, when you pulled just a little on his hair, when your scent was so intoxicating…
You were kissing, and kissing, and kissing… despite all reason, despite all odds.
And it felt so right.
When you pulled away just for a second to look at him, knowing you would dive back in, his eyes had darkened. And he looked at you like he couldn’t get enough. Like you were everything to him. Like he…
No one had ever kissed you like that…
You hoped he could read the same thing in your gaze, because you felt the same. And he did. The grin that tugged at his lips was the final proof.
When you kissed him again, the gesture was a little more unhurried, a little more certain. Like he took his time now. As if he was reassured.
He still tasted the same though. Like coffee, like the chocolate biscuits you had eaten together, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like tenderness and desire, like…
…like love.
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INTERVIEW WITH TAKAYUKI YANAGIHORI - DIRECTOR ON PHASE PARADOX PS2
As I was researching the Japan exclusive PS2 game Phase Paradox (sequel to Philosoma on the PS1), I quickly realised there's very little information available on this sci-fi horror game. Thankfully, the director of Phase Paradox responded to me and I was able to learn more about this obscure title which I'd like to share!
Takayuki: First, let me introduce myself. I started my career as a game developer at Sega, then at SCE (now SIE) and Microsoft. After that, I started my own small studio and am still making games. This time I developed PHASEPARADOX, which was originally a survival horror game for PS1, but changed to an adventure game for PS2.
You mentioned to me that the game was difficult work, what parts of development were challenging? How many years did development take?
The most important thing is that it was an early PS2 title. There was a lack of development equipment, and it was difficult to tell whether bugs were caused by the program or the development equipment, and PS2 development itself was difficult. We also had to handle a large amount of CG, which was very difficult because it was still the 1990s and the CG tools and techniques were not yet up to scratch.
As for the development period, I was in charge for 4 years, but I heard that it took about 2 years before that. (I heard that the game had already been playable on PS1.)
In contrast, what parts of development were the most enjoyable for you?
Game development is always fun. Creating assets using 3DCG, which was the state-of-the-art at that time, building a worldview in accordance with science fiction research, setting scenarios and characters, etc., all of it was both painful and enjoyable.
I was inspired to try new things.
Were there any movies or video games that were a big influence for Phase Paradox? For example, Massimo's character reminded me a lot of Ron Perlman and Arnold Schwarzenegger!
The original idea was to create a "Resident Evil" game based on the world of the "ALIEN" movie. I incorporated a lot of my knowledge of game design and movies into the project.
As you said, the character of Massimo is Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Jude Sutcliffe is Michael Pare. All the other characters have Hollywood star models. I think it was allowed because it was then, but it is not now, lol. The game part was based on Movie Adventure.
The cast for the game is very impressive! Since the voices are in English, was the game planned for worldwide release?
Yes, it was supposed to be a big seller all over the world. However, it was cancelled due to the short playing time and the lack of gameplay. The voice recording was done in L.A.
The presidential election was taking place at the time of recording, and I remember the staff saying to me, "You are in the U.S. on a historic day”.
I love the design of the environments. There are many rooms (like the arcade) that have a very unique and detailed appearance. Did a lot of work go into creating the interior of the Gallant? What were some of the inspirations behind the designs?
The artwork was done by Matsushima-san, continuing from Philosoma. This person has experience working on costumes for the Ultraman series at Bandai, and he drew the foundation of the world, the art settings, and all the original drawings.
Phase Paradox is a sequel to Philosoma. Was it difficult to make a game with a fictional world and characters that were already established? Or did this make work easier?
As I mentioned in 5, it was not difficult for me to continue with Mr. Matsushima. Rather, I enjoyed it very much because I was allowed to add my favorite SF essence to Philosoma.
Do you remember any features that you and the team wanted to include in the game, but maybe couldn't because of time or cost?
Action game elements, mini-games, more options. I am very disappointed. But I think if we had included these elements, we would still be making them, lol. How many more years would have been needed?
At the time, we abandoned the idea of calculating or thinking about that number. We concentrated only on completing it.
What did you and the team want to achieve with Phase Paradox? It feels like a very "cinematic" game, was this rare with games at the time?
The result was a common movie game, but rather than a cinematic part of the game, we were aiming for an innovative adventure game where the situation changes depending on the choices you make.
I was aiming for something like "Detroit: Become Human", if I may say so now in the 21st century. Every time I play that game, I feel strongly about it.
As a final product, what are your personal thoughts on Phase Paradox?
It was a lousy performance, is all I can say. I have always regretted that it was worth it to spend so much money and market value to bring a game with only graphics to the world.
Is there anything else you'd like to share about working on the game? Any strong memories or interesting facts?
As I wrote in #8, I was aiming for a groundbreaking, new game, but I have nothing but regrets about developing on new hardware, not being able to devote the effort to gameplay due to my focus on graphics, and being buried and truncated in various ways by a large amount of work.
More than 20 years have passed and I have sealed my memory, but when I recall it like this, I feel more proud than ashamed, feeling that I was young and ambitious.
Thank you very much.
What are you working on currently?
I am currently making a soccer game at GADE inc.
One is a blockchain game. The other is a 3D action soccer game. I am working on both of them to get rid of my dissatisfaction and regret of the action soccer game I made in Sega.
I am proud to say that I still have new initiatives and high aspirations, so please look forward to them. Both are for the whole world. However, we are having a hard time because we don't have the money for promotion. We would be very happy if someone could help us. We are also planning to launch a new innovative adventure game service on the Web and an action game with an elaborate world view.
If anyone is interested or willing to support us, please contact us.
Thank you to Takayuki for taking the time to provide his insight into Phase Paradox's development! I've made a video on the game which you can watch here: https://youtu.be/bTSFY5M08BU
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Party has gone "wrong"? Part.1
⋆˚✿˖° Beomgyu
Yoshi: hey guys, I thought I should start a tag list, but please let me know if you think I should, and if I should add you. So I'm back here with another imagine ik it took a while but this one is my first imagine of Beomgyu and I mostly did it for @xoaless4evaa cuz she's Beomgyu biased, and I hope you guys enjoy it let me know what are your thoughts. enjoy!
paring: fem drummer reader x college soccer team captain Beomgyu.
Warnings: fluff, angst smau. If your name is Katie I’m sorry but you can change the name of ur bff ( in the story) if u want to
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sypnosis: it's October which means Halloween is on the way. Popular kids are throwing parties. Your best friend and you got an invite from Beomgyu, the popular guy soccer team captain.
—Beomgyu was always a proper guy, because he wasn’t a soccer teawm. And on the other hand there’s you, you were always the shy type of girl, you were the drummer on the band, but that didn’t make you popular, mostly because you were really awkward and clumsy.
🐬˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐋✧˚.🐟⋆
—Hallowen was coming by so everyone was talking about their costumes and their plans . only had one friend, Katie, but you didn’t mind at all. It seems like some people were going to do a party and invite the whole school. Didn’t wanna go to any of those parties but was begging you to go. Of course you didn’t want your friend to be sad so you said yes.
🐬˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐋✧˚.🐟⋆
—You were planning to accept the first invite that you receive, and you waited for a while until the first invite was from the soccer team captain, Beomgyu. Katie was excited, but you were nervous, Beomgyu was your crush, every girl liked him and you tried to be the exception, but how can you not fall in love with him?
“Katie, can we please wait until the next invite comes in?” “ but y/n, The whole campus is invited by so there won’t be another one plus, it’s Beomgyu” she said the last part in a flirty way like if that makes things better.
You were planning on not spending much in your costume since you had a student loan and also because of inflation things are getting expensive. So you chose a vampire fit it was like 15 bucks, Katie had told you that she was gonna go dressed up as a racer.
🐬˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐋✧˚.🐟⋆
—Halloween arrived faster than what you thought, you find yourself on Katie‘s dorm getting ready, she was finishing your make up “Alr we are ready, let’s go!” You both went downstairs to Katie’s car. I started heading to the party.
🐬˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐋✧˚.🐟⋆
—When you arrived to the party, before entering, Katie asked “ do I look good?” You found Katie’s look a bit too revealing, but you still said “ yes!” “ OK let’s go in then” you guys go in and you spent a good 10 minutes having fun until Katie told you she was gonna get drinks for you two she had told you to stay where you where. after a few minutes you got worried so you text Katie making sure everything’s okay. She replied saying everything was okay. She was hanging out with other girls. So you decided to sit on an empty table, because you didn’t have a car to get back home.
🐬˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 🐋✧˚.🐟⋆
After a while, group of girls with customes and made them look like sluts came up to your table and sat down. You didn’t mind that all until you heard what they were saying about you. “ Oh my God, she looks so friendless” “ her costume is from Dollar tree” “ she probably found it on the street” “ is she really scared of showing some skin” “ I know, right”. Every comment made you want to cry even more. so you had enough if you were the bathroom was they said the bathroom was upstairs. So you went upstairs you open the first door you saw and you find.. BEOMGYU?!?!
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Event | Xmas PARK CARNIVAL | Chapter 2
Mizuno: Thank you for meeting with me today.
Izumi: Likewise, let’s get this meeting started.
Mizuno: I spoke to them about this earlier, but this involves both Sakuma-kun and Settsu-kun, therefore…
Mizuno: I’d like if you two could join us in this meeting.
Sakuya: Understood!
Banri: Sure thing.
Izumi: This is about a request from that amusement park, right?
Mizuno: Yes. Thanks to all of you, the amusement park has regained its liveliness and appears to be full of visitors every day.
Mizuno: Then the other day, the owner of the amusement park informed me that they were going to open up a new area on my behalf.
Sakyo: Oh, a new area, huh?
Mizuno: And because of that, they’ve decided to add more characters to the park as well.
Mizuno: So… that’s why we’re asking you if MANKAI Company would be interested in performing a show at that amusement park again.
Izumi: I see, so that’s what it is.
Mizuno: Yes. Additionally, the owner also watched the stream of the Mankai Performance.
Mizuno: They said the whole production was wonderful, but they were especially captivated by Sakuma-kun and Settsu-kun.
Mizuno: So… they’ve been thinking for a while that they’d like to do something with MANKAI Company again, if possible.
Sakuya: Waah, I’m happy to hear that!
Mizuno: We never run out of things to talk about when it comes to the Mankai Performance, so when Tsuzuru-kun and I ended up--.
Mizuno: Definitely not talking about it! Anyway, we hope you’ll consider this opportunity.
Izumi: (Mizuno-san really never changes, does he?)
Sakyo: …And the cost?
Mizuno: Please leave it to me. We’ll make sure to cover everything.
Banri: Shameless move, old man.
Sakyo: Hah? You know it’s something that’s important.
Izumi: By the way, are you planning on having the whole troupe participate again?
Mizuno: No, not this time. There are seven new characters, so ideally we would have seven people participate.
Banri: Gotcha. …You’re gonna take ‘em up on this, aren’t you, Director-chan?
Izumi: Yes, I will. Performing overseas isn’t something we get to do often, and since we’ve been invited to do so, I’d like to do it.
Izumi: Is it possible that you want to participate in it, Banri-kun?
Banri: Well, duh. Like you said, gettin’ to perform abroad is a pretty valuable experience.
Sakuya: Um, can I participate too?
Sakyo: You want in too, Sakuma?
Sakuya: Yes. It makes me really happy that people were able to see the Mankai Performance from places so far away…
Sakuya: So if I can, I wanna do it!
Mizuno: Thank you for this. I’m sure the owner will be very happy to hear that.
Mizuno: They were just saying how happy they’d be if you two could come.
Izumi: Hopefully you two will live up to the owner’s expectations.
Banri: Yeah.
Sakuya: Yeah!
Izumi: By the way, what about you, Sakyo-san…?
Sakyo: Unfortunately, because of the time of year, I’ve got a hefty workload to deal with.
Izumi: Well then, I guess we’ll have to have a meeting to decide on the other who will participate.
Sakyo: Yeah.
Sakuya: Maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence that we saw that mascot, Banri-kun.
Banri: …Maybe.
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Sakyo: Looks like everyone’s here. Well then, let’s start this urgent meeting.
Izumi: Today, we got a request from Mizuno-san. The request was about--.
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Homare: I’m glad to hear that that amusement park is now bustling with activity.
Tasuku: That’s good and all, but new characters mean they’re more of those mascots, doesn’t it?
Tenma: I’d honestly prefer not to have to wear one of those costumes again.
Tsuzuru: Well, I definitely understand that feeling…
Izumi: I know it’s a busy time of year, and there might be only a few of you that can go, but any help we can get would be greatly appreciated.
Sakyo: So far, both Settsu and Sakuma want to participate. So everyone check their schedules so we can decide on the other participants.
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Wizard School Mysteries: Book 2 Side Characters
Ok, the supporting cast expanded a lot in this book because of the tournament arc, but let's see if I can account for them all.
Actually, shit, first I have to go with two I forgot to add to the last batch, and pretty important ones at that. Zebul Blaa, the Dökkálfar/Dark Elf extra who ends up being part of the villainous plot in the first book. Dark elves in Norse mythology were born from the maggots that ate the giant Ymir's body, so in Midgaheim they're basically fly-people. Zebul himself is still in his maggot/larval stage of his life cycle at the start of the series, but as this concept art shows, that will change. He's got more to do in the overall story yet, so keep an eye out for him.
Laurel Creusa, meanwhile, is the student whose disappearance sets James on his whole mystery solving path. I tried to set up a red herring with her as well - James drops the word "tower" is his one conversation with her, which, given how the arcana are revealed in book 1, could have been taken as a hint that she was the final ally James needed to make in that book. But, alas, twas not to be - and I'm not sure if anyone fell for my ruse to this day.
Ok, back to book 2 proper. Professor Prospera Bubos and Professor Heka Tlancheb are the two teachers who are most responsible for the tournament at the center of the conflict in Tournament of Death, and it's fun because they're kind of polar opposites from the magic end of things - a professor of healing magic vs. a professor of combat magic - yet they both ultimately prove to be reasonable authority figures who protest the school turning an blind eye to how the students get hurt. Professor Bubos is loosely based on an alchemist character I drew ages back - mainly the big, pointy shoulders with prominent stitches. Meanwile Heka is just me being horny on main making fun of my own fondness for terrifying witch women.
We also get to see Professor Kobut Nyftek, who I think was mentioned in book 1 but not actually seen. They're one of the nicer teachers in the school, and costume-wise I took a lot of inspiration from Dr. Maruki's supervillain get up in Persona 5 Royal. There is... so much Persona in Wizard School Mysteries's DNA, way more than there is Harry Potter, and yet I know Harry Potter is the only thing it'll ever be compared to. A tragedy.
Simeon Helmschmied isn't a terribly complicated teacher concept - I just wanted to make him look like a badass, grizzled wizard blacksmith. D&D really popularized the idea of wizards not being armored and, like, I get it for mechanical reasons, but also I think some wizards deserve to also be heavily armored tanks.
Lacey Spidergrin is part of my ongoing attempt to sexualize Slenderman, and I think it's working gang.
As I said in the last post, before I enacted the grand plan to create a vast reserve of Spare Wizard Students, I plotted out a few supporting cast students based on alternate names for the Major Tarot Arcana. Godfrey Lionhardt and Columbina Paggliacci are based on alt names for The Magician - the Magus and the Juggler respectively - and loosely embody the traits of that card in turn, with flavorings based on the alt names they're given. A Magus is a more respected, princely equivalent of a magician - "Gift of the Magi" and all that - so Godfrey has a princely look about him. His last name, Lionhardt, marks him as being part of one of the noble houses in his home country of Bretonce, so he may well actually be a prince for all you know. Meanwhile, Columbina obviously takes the clown associations with "The Juggler" and plays them up to the hilt - which also allowed me to emphasize the fact that clowns are a monster species in my setting rather than just a job strange weirdos take.
I've mentioned how Joan Tatou is basically a collection of traits that Margot and Gretchen lost in the prewriting stages of the series, so I won't go heavily into that here. She's the Papesse, i.e. the High Priestess if she was more imperious and French. Wiglaf and Wagner, meanwhile, represent The Road and The Victory, which are alternate names for the Chariot - and also words that are used in a lot of descriptions of the Chariot, which makes them both feel like incomplete versions of it. That is to say, if you substitute The Road or The Victory for The Chariot in your Tarot deck, you're kind of specifically simplifying the meaning of the card. Which is why Wiglaf and Wagner are, like, just Margot's soccer hooligan fans - an extension of the Chariot, if you will.
Tinnea Lunae's prompt was "vampire who's primary animal form is a moth instead of a bat." She's trans, too, even if it hasn't come up yet. She, Titania, Sadie, and (eventually) Zebul work on the school's Newsparchment, What's the Buzz?
Grammy Crumblebuttons played a valuable role as a red herring in book 2, but her part in the narrative isn't over yet. Demented old women are too fun to write.
The Great Nyaa and Ursula Cobb are both animal-themed gag characters, but I like to think they're pretty distinct outside of that. Not that we'll know very much about the Great Nyaa given, you know, what happens in book 2.
Ok I think we can actually get to the contestants in the tournament now. Aldonza Dulcinea's outfit is specifically based on the movie outfits for Professor Umbridge. Her earlier designs were less good more generic wizard outfits, but by this point the "Let's spite the Terf Queen" streak in me was strong, and I thought it'd be fun to have a plus size character who's into pink and "girly" stuff not only be a hero, but an explicitly kind and beloved one.
I think my original concept for Breowyn was "what if a studio head forced me to tone down Margot's character concept to be more easily marketable." She's a warrior girl but, like, in the "kind of a tomboy" way that's socially acceptable instead of being a giant with a fucked up arm who looms over everybody. Ironically, I ended up really liking her design - I guess even a watered down Margot is still a fun character for me to work with.
Waldorf Brimli is, like, a wizard in the vein of the evil cult leaders in H.P. Lovecraft's stuff, and a student in the vein of those specific kind of nerds/geeks who are deeply misanthropic and antisocial under the excuse that they assume everyone hates them so they might as well hate everyone back. So, like, the kind of person who'd update the Chris Chan wiki, basically.
Gyrion Clodson is part of the "LOTR Gang," a subgroup of the Spare Wizard Students comprised entirely of Midgaheim versions of various sapient races from LOTR. Gyrion is our dwarf, though in Midgaheim dwarves are synonymized with gnomes.
My goal with Serena, beyond simply homaging magical girl tropes, was to have her be a "badass" character who's explicitly feminine - all her kickass offensive spells use pretty shiny crystals, she loves pink so much that her hair turned that color, she's very much a girly girl. So when I picked her opponents in the tournament, I wanted them to be various shades of masculine to contrast her, with three of them specifically underestimating her because of her feminine traits.
Margot's opponents (Shere Statchell included but not pictured here since she's in the previous post) are meant to play on different traits she has - Shere is has a physical disability (even worse than Margot's, since she fully lost her arm), Chungo and Eruz are both inhumanly large and somewhat ostracized for the danger people fear they present, and Sarkani is a wizard whose powers are distinctly ominous, even if she revels in that rather than trying to hide and restraint it like Margot. Sarkani also has an explicit dragon motif to go with Margot's more subtle one.
Next: alternate outfits!
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Highway to Pail Day 20
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February 20: A good magician's assistant is hard to find. They're highly sawed-after.
There were a number of very clever tricks Aziraphale had observed stage magicians do that he rather admired but could not add to his repertoire. Many of the most impressive contraptions and tricks were actually performed by assistants, slender and flexible people who contorted themselves within cabinets and boxes while the magician demonstrated the illusion.
Except one memorable night, Aziraphale's act had always been a solo one, and Crowley had made it quite clear he didn't intend to join him on stage ever again.
Then one week, Mutt had contracted the flu, and he and his spouse Calico were scheduled to perform at a charity event, and Aziraphale was just thrilled to be asked to be, as it were, something of an understudy to poor old Mutt and perform in his stead.
"I'll do the hard parts," Calico had said on the phone, "but I think we should go through the way the cabinets work before we go up."
"Oh, yes, that's a very good plan," Aziraphale agreed. "I wouldn't want to accidentally poke you or stick you through!" As this was a telephone conversation, Aziraphale could not see Calico's grimace, nor their clear expression of "what have I gotten myself into?"
They made arrangements to meet at the local church where the performance was to be held in the afternoon before the event. Before leaving, Aziraphale left a note just in case Crowley decided to come by, letting him know that he was performing and when to expect him back. Otherwise, however, he shoved thoughts of Crowley and the last two times he'd performed magic on stage down, determined that this time would be a success worthy of the Marvelous Mr Fell!
Aziraphale wasn't close to Calico, but had known them from their teenage years, long before they had chosen that name; they were exactly the bookish kind of young person who would wander into Soho looking for a community and then retreat, overwhelmed, into the nearest stack of shelves, and so had been into the bookshop a few times, quickly scared off by Aziraphale's glower before it became clear they were more of a shy child than a potential customer. Aziraphale had been at one of their first drag shows and had blessed their wedding, though he had sat on the groom's side. They weren't close and they had never performed together, but neither were they strangers.
Aziraphale's costume and Mutt's both tended to a slightly Edwardian sensibility, though from very different directions, so his and Calico's costumes did not clash as badly as they might have if Mutt and Calico's act had been more modern. They wore a dress inspired by Victorian circus performers, with a tight bodice and a knee-length ruffled skirt, in a light lavender to both compliment and contrast with Mutt's usual navy-dark attire. When Aziraphale arrived to the church, however, Calico had not yet changed, still in brightly-patterned leggings and a shirt that would not have looked out of place on the cover of one of Crowley's bebop albums, still positioning the cabinets and making sure everything was up to their standards.
"Mr Fell, wonderful," they said when they saw him, suddenly smiles but nevertheless all business. "Here, stand over... yes. I've just finished putting together the crushing illusion—let me show you how it works."
The pair of them talked and demonstrated and practiced for a few hours, going over several tricks that Calico had ready, arranging a set that would show them both to their advantage. Aziraphale's sleight-of-hand and misdirection tricks would lead naturally into the tricks where Calico vanished, and thence into more complicated illusions. All ones where Calico was in control, of course; Aziraphale knew very well they had no way of knowing he would change the laws of physics to keep them safe on that little church stage.
Eventually, it was time to change, then to put on a show. The Marvelous Mr Fell and his daring assistant Calico Jones wowed and amazed the audience with their prestidigitation and jiggery-pokery, their conjuring and illusions! The prestidigitation less than the illusions, it has to be said, but Aziraphale thought the turning of a turnip into an inkwell did set them in the mood for the crushing trick, at least, which was quite the crowd-pleaser. He rather thought their act must have inspired a number of contributions to charity.
When he tried to help Calico pack up, however, they were unusually reticent to accept. "Go out and talk to your partner first," they said, "I think he might be mad at you. He's doing that sexy lean against his car, the one where you can feel him glaring a hole through you even though you can't see his eyes."
Crowley!, Aziraphale thought, then partner?, then oh dear.
"Ah, thank you my dear," Aziraphale said with a perfectly cherubic smile to Calico, "and my best to Mutt, if I don't see you again before you leave." He knew he wouldn't; he was going to be sneered at sarcastically for having done magic in a church, because he was an angel and Crowley was a demon and they must have some standards, then taken out in the Bentley for a pleasure cruise where he would complain about the speed, and ultimately end the night quite drunk on some very nice wine.
And Crowley was going to hear all about his show.
Author's note:
The last three days have been a black hole, productivity-wise, and I had to sink all my energy into my job (ugh) and grad school (double ugh) but I did finally finish this!!!
The crushing trick is this one, which is really neat. I loved how the assistant is in control of the trick the entire time. Warning for some seriously objectifying language in the video though; pretty much the entire video up until they reveal the trick talks about the assistant like she's a sex doll.
Calico is Mutt's unnamed spouse, in case it's not clear enough. They're played by British comedian Andrew O'Neill, who also uses they/them pronouns. I wish we had even one line from them when they're not under the Jane Austen Ball Spell, to get a better idea of their voice, but I think I like where I got with them.
I love how Aziraphale just ditches them to go out on a date with Crowley at the end. I wasn't planning on that! He's just a bit of a dick!
#my writing#highway to pail#do it with style events#good omens#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale#mutt's spouse#the marvelous mr fell
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Reading your rants and realising I don't like Sansa, I just liked the potential of her becoming a blend of Cersei and Margary. But of course that didn't happen. Tragedy.
Precursor, this is not meant to shame anyone for liking late show Sansa nor am I trying to change anyone's opinions on her. This is just me explaining the main core concepts of my problems with her post season 4 characterization.
Late show Sansa always felt like they were experimenting with making her a more vindictive and manipulative character but never wanted to commit. I think they wanted Sansa to be both the developing Cersei, but also to let her become Queen in the North but had no idea how to make that happen, so it's why she never is committed to this new persona.
She switches between loving sister and horribly manipulative. Her cold, uncaring attitude does not come off as a jaded result of trauma it comes off as trying to make her a stone faced girl boss. Early show Sansa isn't my favorite character but she feels real and she feels like she grows as a person.
Her costumes show this. Season 1 she starts dressing more like Cersei to show her priorities lie in fitting in with what she thinks will be her new family. Season 2 when everything starts to weigh down on her she starts dressing like Catelyn showing her making unconcious ties with her family by dressing like the mother she is forced to publically denounce as a traitor. Season 3 and start of 4 she dresses more like Margaery because now shes finding comfort in what seems to be a kind friend. Then the 2nd half of season 4 and part of 5 she dresses darker suddenly and part of it is being in disguise but it's also showcasing her time with Petyr Baelish is turning her different. Season 6 onward she dressed exactly the same way they were also dressing Cersei but with none of the reasons why behind it.
Sansa in the late seasons is infuriating to me but lots of her stans misunderstand why. I fully enjoy characters like Cersei (especially book Cersei in affc) where she has genuine complexity but is ultimately manipulative and selfish and does bad things partially because she enjoys the power over people. I love Margaery because there is a good heart in her and Loras, but they are playing the game so well that even though we as the audience see it, not even some of the smartest characters can do anything about it. Margaery is the woman Sansa wanted to be, but Cersei and Petyr are the characters she turned out to be. And I wished they committed to it.
There's a big post I didn't reblog to try and avoid angering any followers of mine who love her, but it outlines exactly why her actions in the Battle of the Bastards plot were essentially evil and malicious and it's why I believe the intent originally was to have her saving the day be a not an act of heroism, but an attempt to coup Jon from any power. I feel like her showing up when she does and finding Jon alive as being not part of her plan to be so much more interesting. Because as SOON as Jon is crowned, she publically disagrees and argues with him in front of the court, complains to people about him in private, argues with him more in private, and when hes gone she starts to stir conflict that leads people to publically say they should've declared her Queen instead of Jon (which is fucking treason to say I will add). Sansa in the books doesnt respect Jon and always saw him as less then, and was the only sibling who still called him her bastard brother, when everyone else had grown to half brother and many eventually dropping that entierly and only thinking of him in terms of an full brother. Sansa inherited Catelyns bastard discriminatory views and she does not respect Jon. And I think she sees herself as Neds lawful heir and sees Jon as being King instead of her as an insult and wishes to find a way to get rid of him either by crippling him in battle, or attempting to coup him through the people he rules. Her actions with Jon is where her characterization is the absolute worst and its where I believe theres the strongest argument to be made that she has developed into someone whom she THINKS is like Margaery, but she actually is just like Cersei and Petyr Baelish.
Which is why Jon starts dressing like Ned, the character he internally is the most aligned in morals and values with. And she starts dressing at the exact same time, like Cersei and Petyr because its them she has become the most like, not Margaery who is always contrasted in light tones and alluring fabrics. (I could make a whole separate post about how Cersei's costumes contrasted with Margaery in season 3 and 4 are brilliant adaptive methods of portraying the internal conflicts between them that were lost in text to screen adaptation the early show costume design was so brilliant and people do not give credit enough for how much world building and thematic hinting the costumes are doing in seasons 1 through 5).
Season 7 Sansa with Arya is hard to describe because so much of it was an attempt at a rug pull to reveal her and Arya were working together. Now that entire sub plot makes NO SENSE and I do not have the time to elaborate on why it's insane, but it also does another thing I hate. It cripples Petyr Baelish as a character just to make Sansa come out on top.
Petyr Baelish is an absolute gift a character and he is the kind of smart that Sansa incorrectly thinks she is. She only comes out on top because they didn't know how to end Petyr's storyline and had Sansa do it to get him out of the way. That and there was just zero acknowledgment that she sat on her chair inside the main hall court and let her little sister slit a man's throat after an unfair and rigged trial. When the King she is sitting in for, would have done what their father would've done. Jon wouldve given him the exact charge of his crimes outright, and brought him outside to properly execute him by his own hand a la, the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
Season 8 Sansa is the closest she was to bearable since season 4 Sansa, but not because she is well written. She is just slightly less poorly written then whatever the bonkers they were flip flopping Dany between (this is not an anti Sansa/pro Dany blog we hate Dany here too). But the finale shes back to full awful display. She does nothing to give proper defense of Jon, does not bring up the fact that there is literally no fucking proof of what Jon did, doesn't vogue for him doing the right thing (also theres just zero parallels that Jon ultimately realized that the right thing to do was the thing that ruined Jaime Lannisters entire reputation and that he has to simply hope somehow Ned understands the cost of what hes about to do but again my Jaime and Jon paralells rant is not for this post). She simply let's them send to to the Nights Watch and I fully believe she is letting him die alone without the pack because he is the one person who still stands in her way of ruling. She becomes Queen as soon as Jon is finally out of the way and doesn't just be like "hey new queens orders Jon you are pardoned in the north".
She also seems to just be sending the free folk north of the wall too, when in season 5 Jon literally brings them South of the Wall and starts the process of finding them lands in The Gift, a far Northern stretch of land partially controlled by the Nights Watch that is mostly abandoned anyways due to wildling raids. So she doesn't even let them stay in the North when Jon's entire reason for bringing them South was because he understood that the two sides of the North should be coexisting and not fighting so she undoes everything Jon as both Lord Commander and King does, because I think she is doing what she thinks Cersei would've done.
Gotten rid of people with more power then her, so that she can be the one on control.
But, it will never be seen as such because the show refused to commit to it. They made her do these actions but always framed it as her being smart and cool. Sansa wouldn't be insufferable if they just let her be a more malicious, badly intentioned student of Cersei but who wrongly thinks she is as clever as Margaery. Cersei isn't insufferable because we all understand the character complexity behind her worst traits and doesn't pretend she isnt a bad person. The late seasons pretend Sansa is a smart person but not a bad person. But she is. Late show Sansa is insufferable because she is a bad person who I am supposed to pretend is this smart, girlboss who knows better then her strong moraled older brother who is more of a leader then she's ever been.
I've always felt that Sansa's story was leading to her becoming someone far away from the Stark identity, and that the very early killing of Lady was both a symbol for it and a catalyst of it. I think it makes sense her story does not end happily with her finding harmony with her remaining siblings. I think Sansas story makes more sense to end with her standing in opposition to everything the remaining Starks stand for because she has allowed herself to learn the worst lessons from the worst people but doesn't have the self awareness to understand that.
The last time I enjoyed show Sansa was the episode of Jofferys death, because it was the last time I felt like I was watching a real character and not a prop for the writers to turn into a badass.
Also just saying, my own opinion, but late show Sansa should've had a kindling romance with Tyrion (they are still married by the way that was never annulled) and they have a few moments that I found myself desperately wishing they would lean into it. I think it would've made her a little bit more of a rounded character, and it would help lean into the idea of her standing oppose to her family. Finding romance in a Lannister, when her political marriage to Tyrion is literally what caused book Robb to write her out of his line of succession in the first place.
Anyways, uh, no ones reading this by this point but I just think late show Sansa wouldve been a better character had they acknowledged the bad person she had become instead of pretending it all just made her strong and cool.
Queen in the North Sansa makes me 🤢🤮
#i just cannot stand her by season 5 and im sick of her stans acting like thats so unreasonable#its not a case of just unfairly hating a female character its me rightfully hating a fucking poorly written character#game of thrones#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#anti sansa stark#anti sansa stans#long post
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6 | Unraveling Facades
Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader
A Game of Charades Masterlist
After multiple drinks to pass the night away, Aizawa leans closer to you and asks, "So, is there anyone else you're looking forward to seeing tonight?"
A playful glint appears in your eyes as you reply, "I've always thought Hawks was pretty cute, but I never got the pleasure of meeting him." You can feel yourself getting excited as you mention the handsome hero. "Do you know him?"
Aizawa nods and says, "I've met him a few times. He's a great hero and a pretty good person in general."
As you both stand up, you express your desire for one more martini, but Aizawa gently takes you by the arm and says you've had enough for now. You sigh and walk off with him, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at your slightly tipsy state.
"So... you already have your next boyfriend planned out?" Aizawa asks teasingly, though his tone is rather serious.
You hiccup as you reply, "Well, technically, you're not my boyfriend."
He smirks, "Oh, right... but we look pretty good together, don't you agree?" He then leans down slightly towards you, maintaining the charade that you're a couple. Your faces are close, and your lips are nearly touching, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach. He then adds, "We're engaged, after all. That's even better than being your boyfriend, don't you think?"
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you feel a surge of affection toward him, even amidst the pretense. But quickly, he changes the conversation, asking curiously, "What made you decide on Hawks? Is it his looks or his personality?"
"To be honest, I've never even talked to him before, but from what I've seen and heard, he's a good person... and being good-looking never hurt anyone," you answer honestly.
Aizawa then replies, "I've never really had a meaningful conversation with him. I mean, he's a good hero, but he's always distracted by something else," he says, his tone leaving you to wonder why he's bringing that up. "Are you sure he's the one you want to consider?"
You raise an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean? You know we're not a real couple, right?"
Before Aizawa can respond, Hawks suddenly approaches, putting his hand on your waist and kissing your cheek. "Hello there, apple of the paparazzi's eye," he says while grinning, "You look magnificent."
Aizawa's head turns slightly in your direction, his eyes carefully watching your reaction. There's a hint of annoyance in his expression, although he manages to keep it together. Hawks then lets you go and shakes Aizawa's hand.
Aizawa then comments, "I didn't know the two of you knew each other. Did you and my fiancé make plans without me?"
Hawks laughs and pats Aizawa on the back. You glance away, trying to hide the heat rushing to your face from the sudden embarrassment you're feeling. But Hawks only makes it worse when he says, "You know, they say 50% of marriages end in divorce."
Aizawa raises an eyebrow, "That's a bit high, but I don't think I'll fall into that percentile."
Then, you nervously speak up, eager to change the conversation to literally anything else. However, it doesn't go as smoothly as you would have liked it to go but you can blame that on the martinis. "Hawks! Um, I heard your initial costume colors were silver and white. What made you decide to change it?"
"What?" he hums, taken aback. "You know, Y/N, I think I, uh, have to go find my date so I'll talk to you later, alright?"
"Sure," you nod sadly as he quickly excuses himself, leaving you standing there with Aizawa who looks at you in confusion and raises an eyebrow.
"What the hell was that?" he asks, seeming a bit amused by your terrible attempt to talk to Hawks.
"Shut up," you grumble, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I just didn't know what else to say."
Aizawa turns his head to watch as Hawks walks away, and then looks back at you. You can see a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he looks at you. Then he hesitates for a moment before suggesting, "Do you want to go and get some fresh air?"
"Yes," you smile as your body relaxes with a sigh of relief. "I'd love to."
Instinctively, you take his hand, and together you slip away from the crowd. The night air is refreshing as you step outside, away from the noise and the prying eyes.
As you walk together, a comfortable silence settles between you, and you feel a sense of ease in Aizawa's presence. The facade of the charade seems to momentarily fade away, leaving you with a genuine connection that you can't deny.
After a while of walking, you both stop, and Aizawa turns to face you. You pause, looking at each other in the dim light. Softly, he breaks the silence, saying, "You know, you are truly beautiful," which makes your face grow hot. He then wraps his arm around you, he leans in, and gently kisses your cheek adding fuel to the fire on your face.
You chuckle nervously and reply, "This is getting a lot more complicated than we signed up for."
Aizawa looks at you, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But before he can respond, you grab onto his shirt and pull him close, kissing him. He responds, pushing you gently against a nearby wall, his hands caressing your cheeks and hair, his fingers playing with your hair as they get lost in the beauty of your face.
"I don't really care about the complications, Y/N," he whispers between kisses. "And I don't know what will happen after this but it doesn't really matter anyway."
"Shota," you then hum.
"Yes?"
"How far is your house from here?"
"Three blocks."
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This is the Part Where You Run, 1.01
Hello! This is my new sideblog/project/series where I go episode-by-episode in each episode of Legacies that Josie Saltzman appears in and talk about her style choices.
Though there are many blogs out there focused on character style, my initial inspiration was @bettycooperoutfitwatch so a huge shoutout and thank you to them!
ShopYourTV was also hugely helpful, as it’s where I found more info about the majority of the pieces that were able to be tracked down, so thanks to them! I’ll be sure to mention these shout-outs in a pinned post soon, but for now, this will have to do. I’m not super well-versed in fashion terminology and how to go about finding things, and learning is part of the fun of this series. I really appreciate having this resource!
Onto the analysis!
Being my favorite character, of course I tend to pay the most attention to Josie’s style, but I also think that’s somewhat intentional within the show! While the other characters are by no means without their own sense of style or interesting outfits, Josie, in my humble opinion, often gets the most to talk about! Her style goes through quite a few changes each season, but there are staples and common motifs throughout! She’s also one of the characters that represents the most common day-to-day trends. (Nevermind that technically, Legacies takes place a decade or so past our current timeline.)
Let’s get into it.
First Look
This is the most Buttoned Up (TM) we’ll see Josie in this episode, so I guess it’s apt it’s during her first appearance, when she’s trying to make a good impression while she and Lizzie give Rafael the school tour.
She and Lizzie aren’t exactly matching, but they’ve certainly coordinated their white undershirts, blue blazers, and preppy-yet-stylish ties that—ha—tie together their uniforms.
I’m pretty certain that the blazer is this cotton Ralph Lauren number, marked at $195. I don’t plan to detail the cost of every item in this series, because that’s not often something being considered that heavily in the costuming departments of teen dramas (#suspend your disbelief), but I think it’s thematically relevant to mention here. Landon and Rafael are, of course, fairly shell-shocked by the news of a school for the Supernatural and one that’s for “troubled rich kids” to boot. Lizzie and Josie being in their preppiest get-ups here adds to that conflict, but we also see hints of Josie’s personality shining through as well. The ruffled collar of her shirt, for instance, will come back into play numerous times, as will various accessory components. While I can’t find the exact tie she swears here, based on her other accessories in season one, I feel confident it’s from ASOS. It’s striped between a dark and light shade of blue, easily mistaken as plain navy if not looking closely, and adds to her charmingly over-accessorized look here. Her pearl-hook Angara earrings (if I’m not mistaken, the original price is listed at $360) also add to the look. While I knew Kaylee Bryant had multiple piercings later on, I didn’t realize that was already true by 1.01! Along with her pearls, Josie also dons these yellow-gold bar earrings ($98), signifying an edge and sense of contemporary trends that might not be visible at first glance.
Her hair is also pulled back in a half-up, half-down look that is sure to show off her earrings. Josie’s being very purposeful in showing off what she perceives as the most sophisticated, polished version of herself.
Interestingly, though, whie it maintains a similar shape to the shape her outfit would have if she was wearing the Salvaotore School Skirt, she’s instead clad in what I’m pretty sure is this red zip-up J.Crew skirt. The bright red, while also a bolder choice than her school skirt, matches not only the S emblazoned on her jacket, but the tie Lizzie wears in the first shot, tying her to both the legacy (#pun intended) of the school and to her twin sister. (Note: I’m mostly going to focus on Josie for this series, but there are some relevant comparisons to be made. Lizzie opts for a pair of plaid pants during the day and while she doesn’t never wear skirts, she often seems to opt for pants and we see her in a fair few more jumpsuits than Josie as well. Skirts seem to be a little more Josie’s thing than her sister’s.)
It looks like it might be hemmed, but it’s also sitting fairly high on her. We’ll see high-waisted pieces that are a lot more visible on Josie later on.
I didn’t include a shot of them here because that way leads to blurriness, but she’s also wearing knee-high socks from ASOS (I can’t find the exact socks or the exact price, but I would guess anywhere from $6-17 based on current ASOS prices for similar products.)
While we don’t get a clear-enough shot of her shoes and I can’t seeem to find them anywhere, they’re very clearly black loafers. While I can’t be certain, I think it’s likely they’re from Aldo, as that brand seems to be a favorite for Josie’s shoes this season. Practical if a little stuffy, they go decently with the rest of her outfit, but don’t stick around as a staple of her wardrobe. I think the wardrobe department did really well showing us a lot about her character, but in the first few episodes, while everyone’s still getting a feel for the characters, there’s bound to be a few experimental picks that don’t get repeated. This was clearly one of them.
Look 1.5
It’s only when Josie approaches Alaric and Hope’s sparring session that we see the full blouse she wears underneath her blue blazer, a scoop-neck camisole visible underneath. Both her blouse and camisole are also tucked into her skirt, another common theme in Josie’s style. (Also: lots of layers for what I imagine is late summer/early fall. Did the school year just start? If so, she totally got hot and took her jacket off. Queen of being relatable. <3.) While I don’t think it’s the exact same top, it’s reminiscent of this high-neck ruffled Neiman Marcus blouse. The shape, sleeves, and translucent lace paneling are all spot-on. Not to mention that this brand totally goes in her preppy-girl wheelhouse. However, Josie’s ruffled sleeves seem to hang lower, the hem of her sleeve doesn’t go across her chest, and her neckline seems more ruffled. I couldn’t find the exact top she wears, but this was the best approximation. There’s a LOT going on with it.
(Note: I have a love-hate relationship with this whole outfit. It’s so meticulously put-together and also has WAY too much going on, imho, while striking for a classic look. We love that for her, though. The whole vibe is that she’s... put-together and clearly has a good sense of style, but she’s also trying a little too hard? Makes a lot of sense for her character at this moment in time.)
Look 2
The perfect fit for jail-breaking a new acquaintance from the local werewolf transition space!
The party at the Old Mill happens on the same school-day that Josie and Lizzie were giving Rafael his tour, but after dark. Which means she changed into this blue polo with a yellow collar and, of course, the matching yellow Salvatore S—but she also pairs it with her blue-black plaid school uniform skirt. For a party. What a dork. I love her. (It’s especially funny that she had to change out of her day-skirt and into the plaid to accomplish this. Makes me wonder if it was in the wash or something.)
It manages to still be preppy (it is a polo, after all), but there’s a light-heartedness and simplicity to it that isn’t there in her day-outfit. I wish I had the receipts, but I can’t find the polo anywhere (as every scene she wears it in is so dark), I’m pretty sure the uniform skirts were custom-made for the show, and there are no good shots of her shoes (though I imagine she’s still in the loafers from the day). Shame upon my household.
Even so, it’s fun for me to take note that as much as she tries dress down a bit for the party (and wear less layers so she can get some of that sweet late summer breeeeze), she’s still wearing a nice shirt, her school uniform skirt, and her hair is still all done up from earlier. There’s a slight awkwardness to her character at times that doesn’t come from how she talks or her facial expressions, but the way she carries herself and the way she often dresses just a shade too formal for where she actually is. (But would we expect anything less from one of Caroline Forbes’ daughters?)
The next day, Josie’s wearing this mustard-yellow Modcloth sweater. It’s a classic look and the Peter Pan collar will reappear quite a bit in season one (and the rest of the series, to an extent). She wears it neatly tucked into her school skirt, black tights layered underneath (interesting - she didn’t wear tights with either of the previous day’s outfits), and I think we’re meant to assume that another day of classes has passed considering that it’s dark out by the time of the meeting and she’s clearly dressed for a day of school.
Once again, she’s got the Salvatore S added onto her sweater, and the edge of the collar is scalloped and lined with black stitching. It’s really fine detail work that adds a lot of personality to what’s otherwise a very classic piece.
Though I think I subsonciously already knew this, I was surprised to be reminded that the collar actually goes all the way around to the back. My perception of most shirts that come with a collar attached (rather than shirts that are accessorized with one) is that they are an illusion and I was pleasantly surprised, as I think it extending all the way around adds a maturity and depth to the sweater that I quite like.
Josie’s wearing different earrings from the day before, but unfortunately, they’re not listed anywhere that I can find, nor was I was able to track them down via reversing the images. So description will have to do! They seem to be (maybe a somewhat muted?) yellow-gold tone in color, and I would bet they’re plated with real gold. Highest on her right ear is a two-armed cuff that I don’t think is actually pierced, sitting several inches below it is a gold bar, right underneath that is a gold stud, and underneath that is a small gold hoop—possibly accentuated with rhinestones, but it’s difficult to tell. It’s unclear whether her other ear is similarly adorned because of lighting, angles, and the way her hair falls. Regardless, I love this look! I think focusing on the accessories on top and letting the sweater speak for itself here nails something that yesterday’s school tour look just didn’t. There’s a lot going on with her ear accesories, but it all feels very her, and doesn’t distract from or confuse the other pieces.
Sleeves! Needless to say, they match her collar, though both are individually sewn to the sweater - there’s not a full undershirt sewn into it.
I really love this sweater, can you tell?
Unfortunately, the sold-out page for the shoes Josie’s wearing doesn’t show the prodcut, so I’m just linking to the Shop Your TV page. The chunky yellow platform heels she wears are a lot more stylish than her loafers from earlier, but they’re still a somewhat sensible choice that tells us a lot about her character. They’re hard to see, but this is the best shot of them. The heel isn’t particularly tall, the platform is very wide and better to lean one’s weight on than, say, a stilletto, the toe is closed, and the strap around the ankle with a metallic buckle adds an extra bit of support. They’re fashionable and well-coordinated with her outfit, but still show her to be a more reserved, cautious person.
And there we have it! That’s every outfit Josie wears in this first episode. I’ll definitely have more interesting things to say about her style as the show goes on, but I think this first episode does a great job of establishing her character.
Number of Outfits: I would say this is really just 3 outfits total, but the school tour outfit minus the blazer definitely stands out on its own, too.
Favorite Piece: Yellow Modcloth sweater all the way! I love the collar, the stitching, the color. It’s very quintessentially Josie, and what I imagine when I think of her in season one. Here’s her gif in reward! A Moment (TM) for Josie fashion.
Thanks for reading thus far! This is a passion project and definitely on the back-burner, so I don’t totally know when I’ll be uploading next, but I’m excited to continue it! If you have knowledge on any pieces that I couldn’t find the links for, please feel free to reach out and let me know! I would love to edit this post to be more complete, and I would happily give you credit. Bye for now!
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Author's Note: I know I changed the format of these in the last chapter, but I'll probably keep this format since it's easier to do on both my phone and laptop.
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Dirtyhands and the Bloodbender: Chapter VII
Nina Zenik: Hellgate
The look on Y/n’s face is all wrong. It’s a look that should belong on Kaz’s face, scheming and manipulative. Waves rock the boat side to side. Kaz doesn’t speak to Y/n, nor she to him. It’s wrong, all of it is wrong. I don’t like being at the Slat or the Barrel, but perhaps I should start going more often, to stop things like this from happening. I don't usually like to interfere with Kaz, after all, I would never want to experience the punishments he deals.
But this was different. Y/n's heart was racing, faster than it should for any human. I could practically see the gears turning in her head, hear her thoughts as they swirl around to form a plan. Kaz's breath catches every second he looks at her, but now instead of his breath, it's his heart. His heart paused, beating irregularly and it's not normal. Everything is wrong.
There was only one thing right about this: freeing Matthias from Hellgate, and even that was a little wrong too, because Brekker would never do a thing like this for charity's sake.
"Lower your veil." Kaz says. I almost ask why we need costumes in the first place, until I realize that we are surrounded by other boats. I pull the veil down as Kaz and Muzzen- some bouncer I don't quite know- lower their masks. My outfit is of the Lost Bride; silk blue cape and the veil shrouding my eyes. Kaz and Muzzen are dressed the same, Madman masks with bulging eyes and crooked noses with bright orange capes that fall to that ground. Y/n has the dress of some character from the Komedie Brute that I don't know, black dress with folded edges, her hair pinned up in a way that must have taken ages to do. It makes her look older, unflattering, but it does the job. I'd seen her put daggers between the folds, a gun strapped to a holster on her leg, but if I hadn't I wouldn't know they were ever there.
Y/n finally speaks, for the first time since we've left the docks. "Be prepared for what you'll see, Nina. It's..." She speaks softly, her words trailing off into the fog. I've never heard her so timid, so quiet, even during the Ravkan Civil War when we were rushed away. She has always been bold and brash, taking up as much space as she could and even bargaining for more.
Kaz didn't tell me the plan, and I didn't really expect him to, but it would have been nice. I wish Kaz could have just bribed the warden, but apparently Kaz didn't want him knowing that there was something he wanted. I don't get Kaz's logic and I never want to.
Inej joins us once we dock, silently slipping through the shadows. She wears a tunic with a high neck and gray imp horns, the way she steps so silent, it's like she's floating, walking through a world made of smoke.
"How did you even get here?" I whisper.
"I came earlier on a supply barge."
I can't help but scoff. "Do people just come and go from Hellgate for fun?"
"Once a week they do," Inej says.
"What do you mean once a-"
Kaz cuts me off. "Keep quiet."
"Don't shush me, Brekker," I whisper. I'm already furious at him, and trying to make me stay quiet makes me angrier. "If it's this easy to get into Hellgate-"
"The problem isn't getting in, it's getting out." Y/n and Kaz say simultaneously. They lock eyes then quickly look away.
"Now shut up and stay alert." Kaz quickly adds. I want to say that right back at him, because anyone could see he's distracted by whatever's going on between him and Y/n.
After winding our way down staircases, past cells, down into the belly of the beast, we find ourselves in an arena sort of thing.
There's a man, scrawny and bearded who is eaten within seconds of entering the pit. He faced a desert lizard with poison in its mouth, gray-green scales, yellow slitted eyes. He was quickly crushed under its weight, screaming as he is eaten away.
I avert my eyes, unable, unwilling, to look any longer. Everyone is booing, yet another sign that everything is wrong. "What is this?"
"Welcome to the Hellshow." Kaz says. "Pekka Rollins got the idea a few years back and pitched it to the right Council member." There's a snarl in his voice, the same one it always had when it came to Pekka Rollins.
"The Merchant Council knows?"
"Of course they know, Nina. There's money to made here." I wanted to slap him for his condescending tone.
"Why are they complaining? Isn't this what they can here for?" I angrily asked.
"They wanted a fight. They thought he'd last longer." Y/n says. She's been so unnaturally quiet I'd nearly forgotten she was with us.
"This is disgusting."
"The only disgusting thing about it is that I didn't think of it first." Kaz says.
"These men aren't slaves, Kaz. They're prisoners."
"No, they're murderers and rapists." I don't miss the way Y/n scratches the edges of her sleeves where scars don her arms, the way she pulls herself closer, like she's trying to disappear.
"And thieves and con artists. Your people." I direct the words at Kaz, who scoffs in return.
"Nina, sweet, they aren't forced to fight. They line up for the chance."
Y/n continues for him. "They earn better food, liquor, jurda, loads of things. Sometimes it sounds better than what we have at the Slat."
Matthias enters the arena. He no longer looks like the beautiful warrior I'd first met, golden hair shaved, blue eyes full of hate. He looked like a killer, like what he truly was.
The wheel spins. Wolves. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I want to scream, want to get him out now. Only I knew what wolves meant to druskelle. They fought together, a sacred bond shared between man and wolf.
Three wolves emerge. Every time one dies, it's like I can see the pain raging across his features, a prayer or farewell muttered under his breath.
We wait for Matthias to be alone before we go to his cell. I can't wait to get him out, for him to finally be free of the hell I've put him in. Muzzen- I've now learnt- is to take Matthias' place, and we would pretend he'd gotten firepox.
The minutes go by too slowly and too fast at the same time until Matthias is awake and his hands are around my throat.
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"His face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come"
I've just finished watching the Netflix adaptation of "All Quiet on the Western Front" and I have some thoughts. The first one being - I haven't seen such marvelous screen adaptation in a while, despite the changes introduced to the plot. So if you're any interested in what I have to say, let me elaborate.
I'm a big fan of anti-war literature, though "fan" might be a bit of a strange way of phrasing it. But I've read enough of the "genre classics" to have some general knowledge of how those stories are usually developed (might be just me being Easter European. Specifically Polish. We know something about wars.) And AQotWF is one of my favourites, alongside "Catch 22" and "King Rat." Throughout the whole movie I was in awe of how well it translates the atmosphere of the book. How well it establishes the characters, especially Kat (I'll talk about the characters later.) You immediately submerge into their world, you feel for them and you're anxious whenever they go into battle. My big problem with modern movies is how they just don't let you connect with the characters by rushing the plot. Here it's not a thing. AQotWF says exactly what it wants and how it wants.
The visuals are spectacular. I took some screenshots I'm planning on redrawing due to how beautifully filmed this movie is. And, finally, it's not too dark!! You can see what's happening even in scenes located in bunkers or taking place at night! I freaking missed that so much. The same goes for sound - you understand what the characters say (my knowledge of German is VERY limited, still I often didn't need the subtitles because the dialogues were recorded clearly.) The lighting does miracles, it perfectly supports the mood. The usage of colour is great. I'm a big fan of close-up shots (details can add so much) and I love how this movie delivers the best of it, with focusing on the faces and especially eyes.
The music deserves its own paragraph. Scarce, used only when needed, but what an effect it gives... Again, one of the best soundtracks I've heard in a while. There wasn't a single scene where I thought to myself "can y'all cut the damn music", which happens to me more often than I wish it did. Especially the main theme uses a lot of sounds that remind of metal, of shots and explosions, perfectly matching what you see. And the music in the very last scene is just beautiful and gentle. I heard something similar in my head while finishing the book. Peace and relief.
Costumes? So damn good. Finally a movie where the costumes are well-made, with precision and care. Another reason why it's so easy to immediately get into the presented world - you just believe it's real due to what you see. Hairstyles, clothes, make-up. Everything is very realistic.
The same goes for the special effects, both in terms of explosions/shots and the corpses. The scene with tanks and flamethrowers was a shocking experience even to me, someone used to war movies, due to how real it seemed. The tanks emerge from the mist like animals, some kind of monsters. Mind you, WW1 was the first time tanks were used and they weren't as common as in WW2. The absolute hysteria of the soldiers is so real because they indeed had no idea what to do while facing a tank. The sets are very detailed, the bleak views of the battlefield and faded, winter forests are again a visual masterpiece.
Now the changes. To me the most questionable change done was Kat's death. I prefer the book version - it was more moving. On the other hand, the nonsense of his death in the movie creates his own quality. He survived a war waged by adult men just to be killed by a boy over a few eggs. Eggs that for both sides might mean either survival or death of starvation. It wasn't the stupid generals, bullets and tanks that were his end - the poor farmer boy who knew his family will starve was. Still, I'd prefer to see the book version of events. While reading I was touched by Paul's desperation and dedication to saving his friend, and by Kat who wasn't able to tell Paul that he's been hit in the head, meaning that the wound was fatal. Paul's endeavour in carrying Kat across the battlefield, at some point already a dead body, was a great summary of how during war your effort might mean nothing just because you happen to be unlucky. If it was about skill, Kat would survive. From all of them, Kat should. But he was unlucky that one damn time. When the war was basically over, he lost his own.
Another difference was the fate of Tjaden. In the book, it was Kemmerich who was shot in the leg and died because of an amputation. Here, we have Tjaden who got shot, though he doesn't let the wound kill him - he commits suicide using a fork. A pretty brutal scene I was kind of expecting at the very secnd I saw the way he looked at the fork in his hand. Interesting take on human desperation - he didn't want to live as a disabled person as it would make it impossible for him to work as a policeman (his biggest dream.) This change is quite alright with me. I know it was probably done to not introduce more characters (Kemmerich), though I'd like to see the motive of the boots being taken by Müller and then given to Paul when Müller died as well. The conflict between not wanting your friend to die and such a down-to-earth matter like wanting better boots, in the end turning out to be meaningless, is an important thing to include. Still, the change wasn't that significant and it certainly wasn't a negative one.
And then Paul's death. I really appreciate the fact that the main character of the story dies because that was the only way for his story to end. And he dies at the very end of the war, as if because he had nothing else to do. He wasn't able to return to his old life. There was nothing left of it - at that point his mother was probably already dead due to her illness and he couldn't just go back to his town and live like nothing happened. Especially surrounded by people like his father, who didn't understand the changes done to him by the war. Paul's friends were dead. He'd be able to live with that, even though there was no one left of his class. Who would he study with? But Kat was gone too and that was too much. Paul gladly accepts his death because he's died already a long time ago, during the first time on battlefield. What was left after that was a moving body that didn't have much in common with the joyful student who'd once inhabited it.
The gesture of climbing up the stairs of the bunker, into the light of the day, is a beautiful visual metaphor. We walks around the trenches and in the background we see soldiers of both sides just sitting or gathering their dead. A second ago they were killing each other. But now it's 11 o'clock. Now it's peace. And the young boy, so similar to Paul from the beginning of the movie, takes his scarf, a scarf that has once belonged to someone else, someone who had died way earlier and who was known by Paul, not by the boy. The object is carried on even though the memory died. One of my favourite things added to the movie.
To sum things up - spectacular movie. Very worth watching, even if you're not into this genre. And if you haven't read the book, do yourself a favour and read it. It's not very long and I believe it's one of the stories you just should know.
If you read all of that, here is some warm soup -> 🥘🍲 and some bread to go with it -> 🍞
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