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ach-sss-no · 5 months ago

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SH liveblog Ch8

First chapter & explanation | Previous chapter

I had then made up my mind that men were my natural enemies and that I must defend myself. Of course it is very different here, but who knows how long it will last? I wish I could think about things as you do; but I can't, after all I have gone through. - Anna Sewell, Black Beauty You people with hearts have something to guide you, and need never do wrong; but I have no heart, and so I must be very careful. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

After the I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream quote I was basically out of ideas, but epigraphs are fun and I didn't want to just drop it.

I scoured for these ones. I don't remember how I got to finding these two (what made me think of Black Beauty????), but I remember I decided I wanted them to be thematically similar by being in first-person.

I also considered quoting Stephen King's Misery (the bit where she eats the rat!) and rejected it partly for that reason.

I'm trying to engage with Gollum's real trauma and mistreatment, because it does happen in LOTR and it is psychologically interesting, but you can never make him into a suffering innocent because he's just not. That wouldn't be justice to the work or the character. So I have this 'I can't trust because I hurt bad :(' quote (from Ginger- a genuine tragic innocent, by the way, she's a horse, LOL) - and it's followed up by 'I have no heart, by the way.'

But there's extra connotations here to anyone familiar with the works:

Ginger bites (it's how she got her name. Ginger snaps.)

Ginger dies of starvation and overwork :( (spoilers for Black Beauty by Anna Sewell)

Ginger is a horse. Gollum just said he hates horses in the last chapter. Cinema sin counter go up

I quoted the Tin Man, and his 'thing' is that he DOES successfully develop empathy and kindness without a heart through intentional practice.

Ahhh and we're back in Sméagol's Pastville.

So, Shrodingerbinger's is divided into three parts; they're kind of divided into body-mind-spirit? Gollum heals physically, he heals emotionally and socially and then he reaches a place where he authentically seeks moral redemption. At the beginning of Part 2 he's feeling good physically and is now escaping into Minas Tirith to relationally and emotionally discover this new life he's found.

At the beginning of each part there's also a phase of his past and I was just going through them chronologically, but through serendipity they do kinda correlate with where he is in present day. Part 1 started with Baby Sméagol, who is a pathetic traumatized orphan who just needs physical care and patience. Not much can be expected from him because he's a baby. Part 2 is child and adolesecent Smeagol and his relationship with his village and family network. In part 2 present day, Smeagol's exploring the city and his new social network.

I stay away from the Found Family tag for reasons (I HAVE AN IRRATIONAL DISLIKE OF FADS EVEN WHEN THEY ARE GOOD THINGS IN AND OF THEMESELVES) but it probably would have fit here. Oh well.

When he did start to talk, his first word was 'Why'.

Jirt describes Sméagol as overridingly inquisitive.

"I don't know," Nettle would say, "and I don't know why I'm standing here explaining myself to you. Praps I'll ask you some riddles, Sméagol, my polliwog

Aha and we have another pet name which in future Eardwulf will also independently re-invent

For quite a long time, 'Why' was the only word he seemed to feel he needed. He would also use it to forestall criticism. Nettle would catch him about to do something he shouldn't, and he would stop and feign a ridiculous look of surprise. "Why?" he would ask.

Wow, he learned to be a manipulative liar early on.

The ''Why' and 'How' only stopped when he slept. He curled up like a kitten and dropped off for a few hours at a time and then he sat up and stared at her and started asking 'Why'.

This is how Gollum sleeps in canon. Curl up -> instant off -> he's staring at you suddenly

I did meticulous research for this fic. Not on Middle Earth's history or languages or anything like that, though, just on Gollum.

Nettle taught him to read and taught him the genealogies and all of the old stories she knew. After he learned to write he went through a phase where he walked around the village with his little slate, writing down things people did. He would come back in the evening and read it all off to her. "Aunt Petunia. Cheated Aunt Iris out of one penny. Saw her drop it and she didn't say nothing. Just picked it up. That was not nice. She picked it up before I could. Not nice at all." Nettle politely asked him to stop after the fifth day of this.

Sméagol wtf

He would also eat unripe berries, eggs from trees, and things off of the top of rubbish piles if he thought they were fresh enough- which was not unusual behavior for a growing boy that thought he was invincible to food poisoning, but a bit unseemly for one under the direct tutelage of the matriarch. (Although when he brought home eggs to share, she always accepted one.)

Smeagol's grandmother eating the eggs he steals IS ALSO CANON and NONE of this vital content was in the movies

"He wants to go away on an adventure," Sméagol barked. "I never heard anything so stupid! Goblins and robbers and monsters and who knows what else out there."

Ha! I forgot about the 'Sméagol is a confirmed homebody afraid of the wide world' shtick. It is here purely for purposes of irony.

"My parents thought they could leave. And where are they now, where are they? Not here."

I could have worded that better, I know 'not here' means 'dead' but it just sounds like they successfully left after intending to leave.

And he was meaner than anyone who might be teasing him, at that. But it seemed that this time he was correct about why he wasn't a favorite.

I think I'm trying to insinuate emotional abuse/neglect that Nettle doesn't realize she's inflicting. Of course you shouldn't write off your emotionally unstable orphaned grandchild as mean and useless. It. It won't help.

Meaner than he looked, too. And in a rough old world like this one, was that always such a bad thing?

Also it seems like she taught him to be a jerk to get ahead.

We're back to present day. Gollum assumes he can just find his way out of the city he was brought into unconscous.

He drew a deep, sharp breath, despite his desire not to make noise. A city ringed by walls! He turned, trembling, to look over his shoulder, and saw what he had not seen before, soaring over another wall far behind- the high tower. It must be Minas Anor, he thought. The Tower of the Sun. Anárion's city...

Shouldn't he already know that- *checks* no because the name is different now and Frodo used the new one. ok cool.

Gollum canonically knows about Minas Ithil/Morgul and would know about the twin city (by the original name)

In fact, this city and Minas Morgul had about the same faint, sick resemblance as the faint, sick resemblance between Pippin Took and Gollum.

I picked Pippin for the comparison because they share their insatiable curiosity and quasi-hobbit-nobility. Also because Pippin does a spot-on Gollum impression without even seeing or hearing the real thing. That wasn't in the movies either we were robbed.

(It was in the Bakshi version)

Gollum obligingly reflects on his dead family now that we know who they are! (It's supposedly triggered by realizing he's in a place he's heard stories about but c'mon. It's because I told you who his family is.)

Psychologically, what's meant to be happening here is that Gollum's been burying a lot of (very real and morally neutral) pain, with the Ring, and with other coping mechanisms such as Shelob (he walked with her 'away from light and regret') and his monster boogeyman persona. Ring = gone. Shelob = renounced. Monster boogeyman persona = slowly letting go of as more trouble than it's worth. So all of the pain those things were masking is beginning to come back, starting with the grief of outliving

ALL

of his relatives.

Next, Gollum discovers that Mordor is visible from the walls of Minas Tirith and we neatly transition from his past trauma to his recent trauma!

If the wall had been soft enough to yield to his nails he would have scored deep lines into it.

Well. OK. Anything is theoretically soft enough to have lines scored into it at any pressure. This is a clunker.

"What was that yelling?" Guards. Gollum hopped over the wall and scaled it as quietly as he could. He had been quick enough- he was not discovered, despite his outburst.

Aragorn's asked the guards to pretend not to see Gollum unless he's doing something they need to intervene in. But some of them probably genuinely don't see him slip past in this chapter.

Gollum does canonically go into screaming fits when he's supposed to be in stealth mode I'm not 100% sure how he's alive.

So- I think the Minas Tirith walls are PRETTY HIGH and Gollum's climbing them a little too easy but maybe for him it's the equivalent of a walk up a hill? I don't know. He's enjoying being out and about.

There is some genuine culture shock starting to happen! Gollum compares neat and orderly Minas Tirith to other places he's been where people did wherever they want and made a mess everywhere, and is flummoxed.

Teenagers walk past chattering about hobbits. They- oh come on, that's really coincidental. They're talking about Gollum. I could have probably made this better by including somethin that cues them (like Gollum himself!) (he is right here) (looking sketch). They might even have seen him and thought he was a normal hobbit and mobbed him like a celebrity and carried the conversation to 'did you see the Ringbearer's monster?' So this could have been an easy fix but I didn't think of it and I didn't fix it, oh well.

Gollum doesn't like his reputation so he steps out and says something awkward and leaves. Again, this would have worked better if they'd approached him, because he's shy and really shouldn't have initiated a conversation, just left in a panic. No rewrites to published fic! Not ever! This one bugs me particularly because I used it as an excerpt in the summary, though. Like a showcase. And it's logistically unsound. Uwaaa

What if one of the young Men told about having seen him? He considered this, and decided there was not much risk from it- first, they had not known what he was or that anyone should be told at all, so at the worst they would only say they met someone odd in the street. Perhaps the description they gave would be recognized, but by the time such a thing happened Gollum would be too far away for it to matter. He was already too far away to be easy to find. And they would not know whom to tell about him, and might not even be allowed to speak to that person if they did. Their kind had so many rules about who was allowed to speak to whom!

I'm enjoying the shift in prose to tactical, strategic Gollum. He's not always uhhh doing the best job but he's now analytically thinking about what he's doing and making more conscious choices than he was when he was in 'I was Reincarnated As An Invalid In A City Full Of Strange Giants???' mode.

Here's a cat. Gollum toys with eating it, but he's gone soft and decides to follow it instead.

Gollum made a quick tour of the outside of the structure, and found that all the windows were boarded, and so were the doors. An abandoned house- cities at war had many of them, yes. Such prize habitats were often already occupied when he found them. If a cat was making its home in this one, though, there was likely nothing any bigger than that inside, unless perhaps there was a human owner.

I should have been more specific, I meant owner of the cat, not the house. A squatter. Also 'human' isn't a canon-appropriate term. This whole chapter feels like it's not quite as well-edited as some others. I remember I had to abruptly move to a new house halfway through the posting schedule of this fic, and maybe this was when that happened?

*checks* Yeah actually this was posted the week I found out we were going to have to find a new house, I think. I was preoccupied. Oh well.

I did not use a beta reader.

Anyway. Violence! Gollum kills and eats a bunch of mice. The house is infested.

Feeling empathy with the cat, he feeds it part of his kill and then goes into a food coma in the wardrobe.

Gollum squinted into the darkness. He was lying tightly curled on his side. A ball of fur was tucked up against his back and it was purring. "Ach!" he said, startling the cat awake. "No. No, no, no!" He took the cat by the scruff of the neck, picked her up, set her outside of the cabinet and closed the door on her before she could either come back in or get angry and scratch him.

You're "supposed" to give progress checks on your character's arc every so often. Gollum is now at 'cuddly enough to feed a cat' but not 'cuddly enough to cuddle a cat'.

#fic: schrödinger's hobbit

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bloodashre · 1 year ago

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I just had a potentially mad thought and I haven't seen it anywhere else, so I don't know if it's already an existing theory or not.

But what if, as Azi often does actually say, the problem is that he's a demon, but not for the reasons we think. Hear me out. It's a long one, so buckle up.

Crowley said he just hung out with the wrong crowd and was in the wrong place at the wrong time and that all he ever really did wrong was ask questions. The show implies that his asking questions led to his fall, that's all very clear.

*But* there's that moment that Azi and him have when meet, where Aziraphale clearly thought Crowley meant something else during a specific line and we all know that line.

There's also a theory that Azi wanted to take Crowley back to Heaven, make him an angel again, and thought they'd be together, as in together together, but also angels.

It's been made clear also throughout the show that Azi isn't like other angels. Most people think it's Crowley's influence, but what if it's not? What if it never was?

What if it was the other way around?

Imagine if the two of them had had *a moment* - *as angels*?

I'm not saying anything truly happened, as angels don't have sex. They may not have even kissed (although that's an offshoot theory).

But if they had even just come close? And what if God didn't like that? What if it was the real reason Crowley fell and he didn't even know it? Imagine if maybe went something like this: warned him against asking questions. He does anyway. But The Metatron said he was *always* asking questions. He didn't just ask a lot. And that takes time.

So, during all this time, what if he becomes friends with Azi? He stated more than once that Azi is his best friend, and it's not like it's any more acceptable for a demon to have an angel for a friend. So, in Heaven, they're friends. Crowley's also friends with Lucifer and a few others. He asks questions all the time. And then he and Aziraphale have this moment. Of the two, Crowley would be considered more of a troublemaker.

On top of that, God most likely would want to punish them both, but making them both fall wouldn't do that. *Separating* them would.

And if Crowley fell *while starting to have feelings*, it might also explain how he ended up being so different from other demons.

What if he remembers? And what if Azi also does, and he wants to have it be the way he thinks it was supposed to be from the get? But Crowley knows that will never happen. And they never talk about it because until the end of season two, they both believe there's no point because it will never happen.

It would also explain some key moments, like Aziraphale's reaction when Shax says he doesn't seem like Crowley's type. It's hard to believe with the things he says that the two of them hooked up at any point, or kissed even.

Which brings me to the offshoot theory I mentioned earlier. Which is what is they did kiss, but as angels? That would have really pissed God off, but could still have been in such a way that Crowley didn't realise that was partly why he fell.

This would also make not only the way they feel and the kiss at the end of two even sadder, but add another layer to Aziraphale's reaction afterwards. Because what if, despite remembering being close and beginning to have feelings, what if they did kiss, but he had forgotten only that, and he remembered because Crowley kissed him?

#tangents #theory #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #just a thought #ineffable husbands #maybe they always loved each other #they kissed in heaven #angels in love #god is vengeful

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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To 🦊 I wrote the ask just as I woke up so yes my natural Satan-like tendencies were harder to mask lol, sorry about that! I do prefer the term partly deaf. There are a lot of reasoning behind it but it doesn't really matter and it's my own personal preference after all, so usually I ignore how others say it... Unless unhinged... Speaking of which, CC, I have A LOT of thoughts about NB. At first it was hinted that MC lost the memory of who they are and what happened, and then it was glossed over as if MC regained it, and then there was the card from Raphael where he said "I remember you helping Lucifer in Cocytus but I know it can't be" or something like that which makes me think they will add a big chunk of drama in upcoming season, and Barb helping mc out with the piece of grimoire but not going with them just because Dia wanted some special cake was... Actually it was pretty in character. I also really, really, liked that we saw Solomon being Dia's butler for a day. Give me more of your unhinged posts! 🐆

LOL! We all get a little Satan-like at times, I think! I also get that way when I first wake up. Probably because mornings are the bane of my existence. But anyway! I also think it's perfectly reasonable to request people use the term that you prefer!

I am so confused about what the characters actually "remember" in NB.

I mean, all of them are like oh MC's room has a special feeling and there was a daily chat from Luke about how doing stuff with Simeon and Solomon felt right or something and a few other such instances that I can't remember. It just made me think that this wasn't actually the past we were dealing with.

I have some half theories about it being some kind of alternate reality created with magic (half because I never thought about them deeply enough to figure out if they make sense), but then they also talk about the "time soup" and all that sorta thing makes it sound like somehow the characters know stuff from the future?

If I think about all this stuff too much, I start to get angry because I think they really should've just left all of that out entirely.

Time travel is annoying to begin with, but then they're just gonna explain it all away with "time soup?" That concept means that none of the time travel actually matters at all. It has no rules and anything can happen and that makes it completely useless as a storytelling technique. Why include any of that at all, then?

If they really wanted us to experience the brothers in the past, they should have dedicated themselves to that storyline. Make it so that MC goes into the past, potentially has an impact on everyone they meet, and then travels back to the future. No time soup. The past brothers suffer because MC leaves them. The future brother suffer because MC was gone. This then changes the future because now the brothers remember MC from the past. OR potentially say that the brothers don't remember MC from the past at all, but MC does. OR it could just be a magical simulation and MC experienced how it was for them the past, but they were never actually there. I mean at least all of these options have some kind of sense and rules, even if they're still a little murky. But time soup?!?!

Okay, see, this is what I'm talking about. I start thinking about this stuff and I just spiral into nonsense.

I definitely loved that Barbatos had to stay behind to make a special recipe for Diavolo, that was exactly in character. He was like okay I can help MC and make the Young Master his requested dish all at the same time... and look, he did it because he is Barbatos and there is nothing that guy can't do! lol I love him.

Oh I forgot about Solomon having to help out at the castle to make up for his transgressions, I think it's pretty funny that Barbatos was okay with that. Of course, he was still there to supervise, can you imagine if he left those two alone?

Anyway, this is admittedly just the tip of the unhinged iceberg, but the whole NB plot has the potential to trigger rants from me lol.

I'm trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, so I'm still hoping that the next season will clear up some of this stuff for me. The hope is at about 50/50 right now because they don't exactly have a great track record with this stuff imo.

#sorry I know you are asking for the unhinged rants but I still feel bad about them lol #like I just get so fired up about it #obey me #obey me nightbringer #🐆 anon #misc answers

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paradoxcase · 2 years ago

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Chapter 38, 39, and the Epiparodos of Harrow the Ninth

Something that hasn't been made entirely clear to me about John's airless room: Mercy thought that Harrow wouldn't be able to survive in the airless room, but I remember John telling her that she didn't need to breathe way back when they were on the shuttle, and in the last chapter John is still offering to let her stay in his airless room with him when the Heralds come, so I'm a bit confused about whether or not this is actually a viable option for her, and if it is viable, why she isn't considering it at this point when she starts to believe she will really die

I'm blanking on an episode where Harrow hid under her bed waiting for Gideon the First. When was that?

This Cytherea episode sort of brings into question all of the other Cytherea episodes, and maybe she did hallucinate some or all of them. But Cytherea's body did disappear, and someone put Gideon the First in the incinerator, and there isn't really any good answer for who else that might have been

Does he mean that he failed her by failing to kill her all this time, or is he talking about something else?

And I also don't have any idea whose idea this could have been. I think everyone else on the Mithraeum has stepped in to save her from him at least once, Augustine and Mercy and Ianthe even helped her try to kill him once, it seems like if any of them had wanted to mercy-kill her they would have had ample opportunities to just let her die

I wonder if this is just because she is used to having experiences that she knows aren't real and is used to managing her reactions to them, or if it's at least partly because she's not quite a regular Lyctor anymore, so the Heralds have less of an effect on her?

The Epiparodos (apparently: the second appearance of the Greek Chorus) is interesting for being Ianthe POV, but I don't think it tells me anything I don't already know, except for maybe that Ianthe thinks about art a lot, which might explain why she likes Cyrus's nude paintings. We don't find out what she did, exactly, or what's in any of the unopened letters. It is impressive that Harrow did brain surgery on herself and maybe manually rewrote a bunch of her memories, and it seems to have worked out exactly the way she wanted it to, from what I can tell, I think her plans were only foiled by the existence of the Heralds

So, can you undo a blood ward by using the person's blood somehow? She's been using blood wards to protect herself from Gideon the First for a while now, if he could undo her wards using her blood, I think he probably had a decent opportunity to get some of her blood to do that, didn't he? Or does Harrow think a blood ward won't work for some other reason?

I just want to point out that I think this is the second time someone was entranced by Harrow's philtrum, this also happened in Gideon the Ninth and maybe it's just me but it seems like such an odd body part to wax lyrical about. Also my browser's spellchecker doesn't even know it's a real word

I'm not sure what she's referring to, here. To the issues she has with Naberius not dying willingly? That seems like the opposite of Harrow's problem. Is it about her losing her arm? Or leaving her sister behind?

She just meant that it was their duty to serve John now, right? I don't think there's any way she could have known about the resurrection beasts yet, especially since her plan specifically involved not dying

Ok, I guess I did learn one new thing: the secret to why Harrow's hair grew out so fast

You know, I thought all of their weird tension was mostly because of the kiss at the beginning of the book, but she is already thinking this (and already gazing lovingly at Harrow's philtrum) before that ever happens

I have no idea what this might be about. I think this might actually be the first time the word "queen" has ever even appeared in this story (and I don't think "king" has either, outside of "the King Undying"), the heads of the Houses don't ever seem to be referred to as kings or queens. We do have a duchess and a baron and princes and princesses, but since one of John's titles is "the King Undying" I would have assumed that other people being accorded the rank of king or queen would be considered sacriligious

Ok, something I saw, when I went back to the Dramatis Personae of Gideon the Ninth to find out how many European nobility terms that book used:

House of the Sewn Tongue? As in, the tongue-and-jaw necromancy Harrow did to Ianthe to prevent her from telling everyone about her brain surgery? That's important enough to the Ninth House to be one of the names that's commonly used for it?

Ok, I remembered that I have text search on the Nook app, so I went through and searched all of Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth for the word "queen" and all I found was

Gideon calling Harrow her "crepuscular queen" and so forth

Cytherea talking about being in "the queenhood of her power" (or not), which interestingly is quoted back later as "the queendom of my power" instead

Ianthe and Corona being described as "queenly" or "like a queen" a couple of times

And after that, the next appearance of "queen" is this appearance in Harrow the Ninth. So it's never been used remotely as an actual title before

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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passionforfic · 2 years ago

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The Novels That Made It Into the Boruto Anime

The first wave of Naruto novels made into the last episodes of Naruto Shippuden; the same happened with the new wave of novels that came out towards the end of the 2010s. Many people complain that the Boruto anime is full of fillers, making it a reason why they say the anime is weak. I differ. The Boruto manga is action pack from the very beginning; but it doesn't give the reader a moment to appreaciate the accomplishments of the Great Five Kage at the end of the 4th Great Ninja War. The Boruto anime opens the lense to show us what the ninja life is like in times of peace, but these arcs are no fillers since most of them are based on manga and novels related to Naruto. In a previous post, I wrote about the Sasuke's Story: The Uchiha and the Heavenly Stardust and how it was integrated into the anime; today, I want to write about the other five books that came out around the same time as the previous one.

Three out of the six novels that came out are about Naruto's illness:

1. Kakashi's Story: the Sixth Hokage and the Fallen Prince

2. Sasuke's Story: The Uchiha and the Heavenly Stardust

3. Naruto's Story: Uzumaki Naruto and the Spiral Destiny

These three can be read interconnected, starting with the epilogue and first chapter of the Naturo one, then reading Kakashi's book, then Sasuke's, and then ending with the rest of Naruto's novel. In the anime arc, the story focuses on Sasuke's and Sakura's mission, mentioning Kakashi's part in the effort and then explaining that Naruto will be okay. I like what they did in the anime, since putting all three novels into the arc would have been too much, still I enjoyed reading all three books, specially becasue I got to see my favorite characters interact and work together as a team. It's kind of sad, though, how Naruto decides not to confide on Hinata about his illness because he doesn't want to worry her and their children, still she knows something is going on and she tells Naruto and we definitely see it in what she says to Sasuke. I love how Naruto and the others work with Orochimaru even when they don't really trust him and how Yamato - while keeping watch - has become part of the lives of those living with Orochimaru, even Mitsuki when he goes to visit his parent. . .

The other three novels take place before Naruto's illness, and Boruto and his friends have a bit more exposure. In Sasuke's Story: Star Pupil, we see Sasuke training Team 7 while Konohamaru is in the hospital after a mission. Here, we can see Boruto's conflict with the use of science in the ninja world. Boruto doesn't want to be connected to anything related to science since what happened at the chunn exams but, here Sasuke tells him the importance of knowing physics and other science facts. Plus, we also get to see father and daughter work together in a mission, while Sasuke reflects about his role as sensei and team work. This story is not part of the anime, and I think they made the right decision. I enjoyed reading the novel, but I don't think that it was necessary in the anime.

Shikamaru's Story: Mourning Clouds is a very interesting novel, and we see a Shikamaru that is willing to do anything to keep peace; and we also get to see him and Sasuke actually have a one-on-one conversation that makes them realize that they want the same things. But I also like this novel because we get to see the dynamics in the Nara household: Shikamaru's relationship with Temari and Shikadai. This story is partly incorporated into the anime, although the episodes in the anime focus more on Boruto's involvement, and we don't see the political situation behind the feudal leader's visit, it's there and that's when we start to learn more about the mark Boruto has in his hand.

Naruto's Story: Family Day is completely incorporated into the anime in a couple of fun and sweet episodes where we see Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Choji, and Sai spend time with their children. I like the novel's story about Hinata spending the day with her father and her sister. And I like the anime adapatation's Naruto-Boruto moment. This novel and its adaptation give us a look into the family dynamics, our favorite characters' relationship with their children.

There are other manga that are incorporated into the Boruto anime that are wonderful:

1. Naruto: Konoha's Story - the Steam Ninja Scrols: The Manga - which focuses on Mirai's journey to finding herself while traveling with Gay and Kakashi.

2. Naruto: The Seventh Hokage and the Scarlet Spring, where Sarada faces her parents and questions their relationship.

These novels and manga are great, and the incorporation of most of these stories into the Boruto anime gives depth to the story, intensifing our sadness and desperation when we see Boruto face Kawake and the distruction of the village. They also give space for character development, we get to see the young generation mature and transform, from carefree children to teens that have to mature in order to deal with what is coming.

The five novels that I read this month were full of action, intrigue, fun, and unforgetable interactions that strength characters' relationships with each other.

#naruto #boruto #anime #naruto novels #masashi kishimoto #fantasy ficiton

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impossiblycolorfulpanda · 1 year ago

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I know that I've been repeating myself about how I envision the back half of season 2 of Legends of Korra being moved over into Aang's saga in addition to adding Book 4: Air. But I don't want it to be shoe-horned in like it was in LOK. I want there to be build-up like there was with Sozin's comet. Because of that, certain scenes from certain episodes would need to be altered.

Winter Solstice Part 2: By the time Aang meets Roku, gives the expedition about the comet, tasks Aang to prepare to be a fully realized master avatar and defeat the fire lord before the comet arrives. He adds in a warning. If Aang fails, the fire lord's comet-enhanced destruction will cause the divide between the plain of spirits and the material world to break. He doesn't mention Vaatu's name but subtly describes him as an ancient monstrosity who will feed on the imbalance the FN has caused, which causes him to break free and become too strong for even the avatar to handle.

The Library: The gaang find manuscripts of an event called Harmonic Convergence and learn the names Raava and Vaatu but not much detail beyond that.

Season 3 gets two more episodes at the premier while Aang is in a coma. Beginnings parts 1 and 2. Tales of Avatar Wan. Aang finds the time to explain to the gaang about the first Avatar sometime later.

The Avatar and The Fire Lord: A recent fan theory suggests that Vaatu used the approaching harmonic convergence to spread dark energy which ultimately caused Sozin to kill his friend Roku and exterminate the Air Nomads. This has some in-universe basis since a tribe of firebenders attempted to take lands from spirits for themselves and became violent and destructive to achieve this goal. This occurred partly due to Vaatu's malevolent influence growing from the upcoming harmonic convergence. Another theory suggests that Vaatu was manipulating Unalaq into helping him, much like he did to Wan ten millennia ago, by encountering him on a trip to the Spirit World, where Vaatu begs him to free him as he has been "wrongfully" imprisoned for ten thousand years. Well, here, both theories are true but it's only Sozin being manipulated in the case of the second theory. It's revealed that Harmonic Convergence will arrive by the end of Fall, just as Sozin's Comet will arrive by the end of Summer.

Nightmares and Daydreams: During Aang's dream sequences, Vaatu makes appearances and cameos. Sometimes Dream Ozai transitions into Vaatu briefly. Foreshadowing a Dark Avatar Ozai but instead of fusing with Vaatu. Ozai IS Vaatu.

Sozin's Comet Parts 1-4: There's a twist that Ozai never traveled to the Earth Kingdom to level it down. Instead, he encounters the lion turtle Aang met. Ozai battles the behemoth. He struggled at first but Ozai managed to win. He consumes the lion turtle's soul, gaining its abilities and attributes, by using a form of energybending he was secretly studying. It's revealed that the comet is the sun spirit, Agni. Ozai uses his powers to consume Agni's soul, which causes the comet to lose its power and fall to the earth. Ozai could feel where the dragons were hiding, he psychically ripped the souls from Ren and Shaw's bodies and were both under Ozai's complete control. That's how season 3 really ends.

Throughout season 4. Vaatu gains control over the rest of the sources of all bending by consuming the souls of the elemental spirits and original benders who embody them, all within the opposite order of Aang's cycle. He absorbs extra souls too, like Hakoda's, Ursa's, Long Feng's, all members of the white lotus, the fog of lost souls, and its soul prisoners.

It's revealed that the reason Vaatu manipulated Sozin is that his needless war would cause Iroh's mother to be a spiritually attuned sage. Why he'd want that is so he can contact her and manipulate her into setting him free. She does so by astral projecting into the tree, Vaatu fuses with her and when they warp back into her body, Vaatu's dark powers/status are lost until Harmonic Convergence. Ilah shortly becomes pregnant with a second child and dies birthing the child. The child's name was Ozai.

Vaatu's true plan is to steal Raava's power over light/peace/yang for himself, evolving into the spirit of balance and bending themselves. But not until after 10,000 years of pure/eternal darkness, chaos, death, and destruction after Raava's death. With his bending, Vaatu makes sure that he gets stronger as the aspects of Yang regrow instead of weaker, which, in turn, makes Raava keep getting weaker.

Upon learning this plan and understanding that the light side of spiritbending restores the internal balance of spirits and possibly humans, Azula and Aang hatch a counterplan to use spiritbending on Vaatu and Raava at the same time. Vaatu and the fog will be purified into nothingness while Raava becomes the spirit of bending and balance, saving the world and setting all souls free in the process and without even having to wait 10,000 years.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #lok #the legend of korra #raava #vaatu #atla book 4 air #atla au #dark avatar #dark avatar ozai #anti atla comics

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mtdthoughts · 1 year ago

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Her Mistake (Migi & Dali Thought)

This post contains *spoilers* for up to Episode 11 of the Migi & Dali anime.

Looking back, I was thinking: This really was a huge mistake, wasn't it?

Don't get me wrong, Metry clearly deserved better, and certainly deserved to have her son back after having him stolen from her and being imprisoned for five years.

That being said, it was a terrible idea to do what she did, because:

She left her five-year-old sons by themselves, sleeping unattended in a tent outside of town in the middle of the night. They could have been attacked by animals or people who meant harm.

She left her sons without saying anything to them. Even if she said "I'm going to pick up your other brother," I think they would have behaved and waited for her. They were just left completely in the dark without anywhere to go, and it's honestly a miracle that they survived at all.

She climbed up to Eiji's window (just like Migi), which was already risky by itself, and expected Eiji to accept her. I know she meant well, but I don't think she was aware that without a proper explanation, Eiji was most likely going to freak out. If he didn't push her, he was most likely going to alert Reiko.

And just like that, Metry's fate was sealed, and her death left lasting impacts on all three of her sons:

Dali: Lost his mother and forced to survive alone with his brother, leaving him with a desire for revenge that was intensified by his new role as the de facto parent and Metry's replacement in a codependent relationship with Migi.

Migi: Same as Dali, but his desire for revenge was not as strong, and he was also part of a codependent relationship with Dali where he would always depend on Dali for guidance and support to the point where he tried forcing himself to be like Dali.

Eiji: Left with long-lasting guilt and trauma that is evidenced by his bed-wetting, which was only worsened after Eiji's repressed memories are awakened by Dali and after he was told that he killed Metry.

This makes me think of these shots:

Obviously, Reiko was wrong in her view of Metry as a devil who casted a curse on her, but ironically, Metry did end up indirectly cursing her kids because of her death, two of them with revenge and an unhealthy codependent relationship, and the other with long-lasting trauma. The cycle of violence almost continued until it was finally broken in the events of the later half of the story.

I'm sure Dali, who was most obsessed with avenging his mother, was the most shocked when he realized what she did and the mistake she made. I'm sure he still loved her, but also to some extent saw her as partly responsible for his long-standing suffering. This could explain why he reacted the way he did after EIji told him they were brothers.

This leaves me wondering what Metry could have done differently.

She could have just taken the twins and forget about Eiji entirely. Or at the very least, try to come back for Eiji when her twins have grown old enough to take care of themselves.

She could have confronted the issue directly by talking things out with Reiko, as miscommunication was a big reason why their relationship drifted apart to begin with (as with Migi and Dali's).

She could have also confronted the issue directly by talking to Akira or the police, and I think it's likely they would have taken her side, and Reiko could have gotten the help she needed.

Even if she insisted on taking back Eiji, she could have just told her twins what she was doing, so that they wouldn't be as confused and angry by her death.

Even if she insisted on taking back Eiji and keeping it a secret, she could have left the twins with someone trustworthy in Origon VIllage, such as the Sonoyamas.

I'm actually quite interested in the last point, as I think it could make for a good AU fanfic or a spin-off. What if Metry befriended the Sonoyamas and entrusted them with Migi and Dali while she tried to take back Eiji? Since her death was only eight years before the start of the story, I'm sure the Sonoyamas were in the village back then and still hoped for children, so this story could definitely work. The twins would then grow up with the Sonoyamas and treat them as their parents while waiting for their mother to come back. Perhaps the Sonoyamas would keep Metry's actions a secret because they thought the twins were still too young to know. Maybe Dali would slowly pick up on clues of this secret, and once he finds out the truth, alienate the Sonoyamas out of feeling betrayed. He would then go after the Ichijo family, and then it would be up to Migi to help bring his brother back to his senses. I really like this idea since it would bring a new perspective with the twins already integrated into Origon Village and would introduce the mystery and revenge elements in a different way.

Anyway, that concludes this silly thought of mine.

#migi and dali #migi to dali #analysis #spoilers

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mla0 · 5 months ago

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shaunvin for the ship bingo. ik you want to

Ohhh okay man right okay this is like my ship of all time, besides Shormy that is. I may be the only one that gets it. But that’s okay. I’m going to talk about this ship so much, so I’m gonna put it under a cut.

I get why people might find it to be weird but I need to explain it because I have so much to say about this one. If you don't get it, maybe me being insane about it can help someone understand where I'm coming from here LOL

Genuine warning this is LONG.

God, okay, where do I even start. So, I put it as both crackship and ship because of the canon, because this is true. It is a crackship, in the sense that Shaun and Vinny only “talked” in one instance. However, the canon is still why I ship them. They both altered each other’s stories so much, especially in Vinny’s case since he lived lol. But just… the fact that Shaun was what broke Vinny and made him leave, or try to anyways. The fact that even years later, Vinny specifically apologizes to her by name and almost cries in the process. That is insane to me. The moment I saw this shit I started shipping them, and I am not kidding. The ways you could work around Shaun either coming back magically or surviving somehow, and how they’d interact as a dynamic. The difficulties through it, the slight toxicity and probable hostility from Shaun in the beginning. Like okay sure, it’s a silly ship, but I also find it incredibly genuine. It’s the kind of shit that’d work so well as a slowburn. It's about trust!!

There’s also just the fact that they’re both similar characters… but also opposites, in a sense? They’re both bystanders. Intentionally positioning themselves outside the “real” danger, but their reasons for this are not the same. Shaun is distant because she 1. Doesn’t trust Michael, 2. Is terrified of the truth / slenderman in general, and 3. Is in extreme denial. Shaun wanted to NOT be involved. Shaun didn’t want to watch in the background, she didn’t want to watch at ALL. She wanted to blind herself to reality because it made her feel safe, and it got the people around her hurt! Vinny, too, stays back and watches, or tries to anyways. He’s the voyeur, his job is to be a relatively distant, logical bystander. Thing is… Vinny’s pretty bad at this. He isn’t lacking in the emotional department at all, he can’t detach himself from what he’s doing, from the fact that he’s hurting people. He questions himself and reflects so often in the series, you can tell he has deep, gashing regrets for everything he does and is doing. Vinny is forcing the plot forward, Vinny is pulling his own eyes open, Vinny is desperate for answers. Shaun wants to hide, keep her eyes SHUT, keep it AWAY and OUT of her head, she’s desperate for NORMALCY. And I think Shaun experiences a lot of regret too. Even when she says some really shitty things, in a lot of videos you can kinda tell she’s hesitant and doesn’t want to be saying this stuff. Personally I think she takes that extra step because maybe she thinks it’ll push Michael away.

And, well…. There’s differences between them that makes it so they’re obviously not clones, while ALSO having similarities that can make them relate to each other in some ways. Shaun can’t accept her role. Vinny can’t escape his. Also just… sigh. The healing the two could have. Them both learning to trust someone else outside of their own circle, to take in the better and worse qualities about the other and try to learn from them. Venting about the expectations placed on them mixed with the complicated feelings they both have about that. Their fucked up family lives. Their fucked up but still ultimately good family that they both love and want to do better by. They both have a lot of regrets, and who better to help them through it than someone who knows what it feels like? They could be each others anchors. They both have DEEPLY flawed qualities to themselves, partly due to their own choice, and partly due to circumstances outside of their control. Both have been shoved into positions neither wanted since childhood, things they’re not allowed to really grow outside of in their normal environment. Shaun, around everyone she already knows, probably feels like “that asshole who put her brother away,” or “the younger sibling of that guy who’s barely even around and might hate her” (In her mind.) Vinny’s the voyeur, Vinny’s been getting molded by HABIT since literally Fairmount and escaping that role is not easy, if even possible. Also a personal headcanon but…. I don’t think Corenthal was a great dad. I think he probably put a lot of pressure onto Vinny to be the Good One, and I think Shaun might’ve gone through similar. I can practically imagine Shaun’s parents saying some shit like “you don’t want to be like your brother, do you?” They both are constantly compared to and put above someone who is scapegoated (Michael, Evan) and that is going to fuck you up BAD. Shaun doesn't want to keep the act up. Shaun is so tired of self sustaining this standard because she feels like she has to, and I think Vinny is fucking tired too.

Also just in terms of personality I think they work. Shaun’s a bit more of a hothead than Vinny, but I don’t think she’s to the level of, say, Evan or Noah. Snappy and sarcastic, but fully capable of being like... genuine to the point of dorkiness ("I found the key.... to your heart" is a thing she canonically says to her girlfriend. She's a loser.) They’re both goofy nerds, and I think they’d go out of their way to try to accommodate for the other. Both are lonely. Both are grieving the people who were taken from them. Both are so, so deeply fucking GUILTY for how they've treated others, for what they've put others through because of their inaction. Shaun canonically did plenty of nice things for Stormy, like buying her flowers (so cute…) and Vinny was pretty adorable in regards to that librarian girl. I think they’d genuinely both care a lot about each other. It might start as a guilt thing, but over time it'd be out of a genuine sense of just wanting to see the other be comfortable and secure. Yes, there’s anger at first. Shaun would be fucking pissed at Vinny for tricking her in the beginning, and in a scenario where Shaun gets Vinny out of his situation, Vinny might be pissed right back because now they’re both in danger of being caught. They see the flaws of the other that reflect themselves, and it makes them both angry. They don’t want to sympathize with each other because then they’d have to reflect on themselves, and realize that maybe their self hatred is unfounded too.

Then they start to relate to each other. Then they start to talk, and see more and more of the life they’ve lived. They get more personal, more caring even when they both pretend to be aloof. Shaun putting a blanket on Vinny when she thinks he’s asleep. Vinny making sure she eats. Both of them making sure the other doesn’t get overly consumed in their goals. Both wanting to protect each other. Slowly but surely, they go from weird runaways, to friends, and eventually I think they’d tell each other they like each other. I think they’d keep that internal for ages for obvious reasons, but one might slip on accident and it just kinda. Becomes a very awkward conversation. They don’t talk about it too much at first, but they lean into it anyways. Nothing needs to be said, to them. But eventually they’d have to, and they’d very slowly start tiptoeing into territory they both probably thought they’d never be in again. And it’s fucked up and maybe things aren’t okay for a while. But maybe, maybe eventually it could be. And I just really like that.

#Anonymous #shaunvin #long post #inbox

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories.

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university.

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class.

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him.

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk.

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?”

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?”

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.”

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?”

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.”

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways.

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either.

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly.

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed.

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are.

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head.

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.”

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”

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shen-ne · 3 years ago

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The writers inconsistencies really through me off this episode...

...and that is the reason I didn't enjoy ep 10 as much as I thought I would (long post ahead).

To be fair, the series has suffered from plot holes from day 1. But I decided to gloss over them because something else would make up for it. But there were too many in this episode which prompted me to write this post and share my thoughts once and for all.

Ok so the writers have theses habits of:

1. Putting something in an episode and not following up on it or not giving us any background of where it came from.

2. Putting something in an episode, not explaining a thing about it and leaving the audience to figure out what is happening. This can work once in a while and with the proper set up but the show is constantly doing it with no warning.

3. The dialogue sometimes does not fit the situation. Though might be partly explained with the quality of IQIYI's subs, some dialogues throw you off completely from the show and you ask yourself what are the characters even talking about.

4. Something that obviously happens because the writers want it to happen while it doesn't makes sense in the scope of the story.

A good example in mind of my first two points is in ep 3, when Porsche tells Kinn he hates what he has become/killing someone). After that episode, Porsche continued killing people and we never got a glimpse of what was his state of mind (Does he still hate it? Does he start to like it? I mean he is a murderer now and completely flipped his beliefs, so you know might be good to show where he stands in his new reality).

In ep 10, I legit said "WHAT?" and "Where did it come from?" when I saw Kinn smoking. Yeah that was hot but it came from nowhere. There was no background as to why he started smoking, we never saw him smoking prior to this episode. Again the audience was left on its own to figure out the reason Kinn was smoking, some thought it was because he was stressed etc...Whatever it was, writers should have hinted on that prior to episode 10. And not make it seems like the sole reason they incorporated it was because it made Kinn looks hot and closer to a classic mafia's character. (Also am I the only one that felt like Kinn had a completely different vibe/aura yesterday? While I enjoyed this Kinn, sometimes it felt like he was a complete different person. Like his lost twin reappeared or something. All I ask really, is a smooth transition for a character's actions/ situations to make sense in their universe).

Why have we not seen the reaction of Pete when Kinn let go of Porsche at the beginning? In his mind why would Kinn, after pointing out a gun towards P, decide to let him go to join his enemy Vegas? Because, I don't think Pete is aware they are a thing. We didn't get any confirmation in episode 9. Also, why would Kinn leave Porsche be when he knew the plan "all along"? Is it his way of saying "Make your own mistakes and learn"? Because it doesn't make sense? P could die following Vegas and Kinn had a chance to prevent it but he said to Porsche "Go ahead my love, best of luck!". Writers...I'm looking at you.

I raised an eyebrow when Vegas and Porsche held hands because it was so out of place: they were never that close. It would have made more sense if they had shared meaningful moments before that but they were barely acquaintances. Again we have the writers all over the place just for the sake of what they want and not whether or not it fits the story. I mean they also really dumbed down Porsche and made him so gullible for the sake of the plot.

Can we talk about Tawan being sandwiched between two guns and still able to take his own life. Kinn and Porsche had enough time (plus solid motives) to put a bullet through his skull but they didn't do it and instead talked and wasted time. Why you say? Because the writers wanted Tawan to make the bomb explodes. And I don't have an issue with that but why make it so obvious that there was no intention that K & P would shoot him? It's clumsy!

When Porsche came to the rooftop, I was taken aback by Kinn having the cheek to ask an apology from Porsche when he put him through so much. Are you not self-aware? And it comes off as so arrogant too, like you both fucked up but at least P didn't knowingly put your life in danger. I was checking the time left because I didn't want the pool scene to happen after this, It didn't feel right. They are still not on the same page and I'm glad the writers decided not to do it. Because I wouldn't have been able to enjoy it.

"Yeah. I'm stressed too. It's like I've forgotten something" right after Porsche said that Chay asked him to resign! This is an example of a dialogue not fitting the situation. First, I didn't understand what Kinn was talking about because why would he talk about something he has forgotten when P just told him he might leave? Shouldn't he follow up on this conversation first and then talk about whatever was on his mind? But it felt like it was an afterthought and we just had him respond "Yeah" ?!? There is no coherence here, team of writers.

I mean there were more WTF moments in this episode where the writers dropped the balls: Kim rescuing Chay in a sleeveless black top accompanied with Kinn's most loyal bodyguard (why were Kim and Big together?), Kinn arriving coincidentally late for the "final blow" plus not with Big, Big's sacrifice (show me when he understood Porsche was Kinn's reason of living or whatever. Don't leave the audience in the dark and then show Big save Porsche's life out of love for Kinn! Show us how Big came to this decision), Kinn proclaiming he knew the plan all along (when his incompetence and lack of making any decisions was so flagrant this episode. What I mean is that the writers didn't show any of his "anticipated" moves to trap Vegas/Tawan but only showed us how he followed the flow of his subordinates' actions and then we have Kinn saying he knew everything...riiiight!), Pete spying in a bright red outfit instead of a low key color, Korn not killing his brother on the spot etc..but I've written so much already and really don't want to go through all of them in details.

I did like some scenes however and would like to share them to finish this post on a somewhat good note:

Porsche and Pete fighting - Didn't expect it but was agreeably surprised we got it.

Porsche being protective over Chay and ready to kill anyone that touches him (though you are also putting him in danger but that's for another story): brotherly love is just so beautiful to see even when it leads to murdering people.

Tawan kicking Chay - Ok, hear me out! It's not that I liked the kicking itself but the fact that the writers had the balls to go this route. Chay is this cute/no harm character which happens to be a minor and the fact that he was getting beat up with no regard for his life...and in front of Porsche!! Because really, why would Tawan care about this teenager's life? Chay was treated like anyone would have been in his place. I don't know, I just liked it. And it was in brand with Tawan's fucked up ass too.

Vegas being annoyed with Tawan's idiocy - I don't know, his "that wasn't the fucking plan!" made me chuckle.

Porsche and Kinn sharing a cigarette - Safe explanatory but also because you could clearly see the moment Porsche said "fuck it" before he took his drag (yeah, quitting smoking would have to wait a bit).

The last scene of Porsche and Kinn in bed - They are so in tune and comfortable with each other. Though as I said earlier I didn't like that forgotten line from Kinn (was so out of place). But the rest was beautiful.

All in all, I understand now and will try to accept that the direction the show is taking will continue to not make sense for some parts of it (could be explained by the amount of content they have and not having enough screen time to fit/and make sense of it). Apo and Mile's chemistry and acting are still holding me by the throat and it is plenty enough to be able to enjoy the rest of the show.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche ep 10

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demon-fetal-harvest · 2 years ago

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ASKS TIME!! 2, 3, 13, 14, (15?), 39, and 44! :DDDD

Ohhhhh thank you very much for the ask @randomfoggytiger! I had fun answering these

2. David Duchovny or Fox Mulder

This is a little hard to choose from. I love David, he is a very talented man and he essentially gave life to some ofy favoritecharacters, but this time I have to choose Mulder, just because he is my baby girl an I love him.

3. Gillian Anderson or Dana Scully

When it comes to Gillian I have to give her credit when it's due. She is an excellent actress, and I have loved her work for a very long time. She also basically carried the whole show after David left but again, I have to choose Scully. Tbh she has been short off an inspiration to me, she is partly the reason why I decided to go into the career path im currently in, which is realated to criminal justice, you could say I was also a victim to the scully effect lol.

13. Favorite Season(s)? Why?

I'm between season 5 and season 7 for this one.

Season 5 has some of my favorite episodes. Including bad blood, detour, kill switch and although I normally don't like the mythology episodes, the ones in season 5 are not that bad and kinda like them for all the angst and overall drama (also some shippy moments).

With season 7 is less about the quality and more about vibe. Idk how to explain it, for me it fells lighter than the others if only by the shift M and S relationship at the very beginning of the season. Although I don't think the way the decided to finish Samantha's story was the best, at least Mulder got his closure. This season felt at the time like they were preparing us to say goodbye and if they decided to end the show there and get rid of requiem I would have been happy with that.

14. Favorite episode(s)? why?

I mentioned before some of my favorite episodes in the previous answer, but for the shake of choosing one, I'm going to go with the safe choice and say Bad Blood. That episode is just so fun to watch and so meta and also was one of the first episode i ever watched. It was a nice change from the normal motw format, and the changing point of view was extremely entertaining. I personally like how it showed the perception one had over the other (although I think they were exaggerating to get on each other's nerves) and idk, re-watching that episode just makes me happy

15. Favorite MSR moments?

There are tons of MSR moments to choose from but I think that my favorite one has to be the hand holding at the end of field trip. There's no words exchanged, they are not even looking at each other directly, but they almost die and still, their first instinct is to try to reach out to the other, to know they are there and alive and well. It's such a small thing compared to the "my one in five billion" speech or the baseball scene in the unnatural but for me it's the best one.

39. When do you think Mulder and Scully started dating?

I believe the earliest something could have happened is after closure for sure. Amor fati opened season 7 with one of the greatest love confessions I've ever seen without even saying I love you, and the millennium kiss is further proof of how much they want each other. But I don't think they went any further than that until latter in the season. Yes, they where flirting a lot more but they weren't quite ready. Many think that All things was when they finally got thogether but for me was less about that and more about Mulder being the right choice for Scully and her finally accepting him wholeheartedly. I believe they got together somewhere after closure in the middle of season 7 but they were not completely sure what they were (specifically Scully) until after All things.

44. When did you first start watching the x files?

I started watching somewhere around 2011-2012 I think, there was a re-run marathon with the best of the x files on the fox Chanel and I remember the first episode I ever watched being Duane Barry, i was hooked from the beginning.

The funny thing is, that the first x files thing I ever saw was I want to believe, way before I started watching the show. I didn't even know it was based on a show. I didn't connect the dots until much later, Mainly because I originally watched the show with the latinoamerican Spanish dub so the title threw me off a little bit (the Spanish version is something like "The Secret Archives X", also the guys who worked on the dubs and subs where shippers and it shows).

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part of her doesn't expect him to be so honest with her about his brother being that she's aware it's not really any of her business to begin with he didn't have to tell her but he does. explaining to the handmaiden that his brother seems to be a bit rebellious, disagreeing with many of the politics their father withheld. even despite this the prince seems fond of his brother, almost sad that things are the way that they are between them but also she notices his distaste at the idea of her working under the eldest sibling. "thank you for your concern your highness." she smiles gently kind of surprised that he truly cares for her like that even with a hypothetical. "but are you saying you'll be careful with my feelings?" she teases gently, smirking. he's so gentle and kind, she feels comfortable around him which is kind of strange to say because she only just met him but it's something about his energy and the look in his eyes that makes her feel an almost homey feeling.

she wonders if it's true, that orion chose her for regulus because he believed the prince would like her for some reason, she's not sure what she has to offer other than her dedication and hard work but he once again calls her beautiful which makes her blush like crazy even though he apologizes she shakes her head with a smile on her lips "no, no...it's okay I just I've never had someone give me so much praise before." she giggles, smiling softly at him. "I don't mind it though...it's nice to hear from someone so charming." she hopes she doesn't step over the line but he's already complimented her so why not? "I'm glad you like me enough though, I wanna do the best job for you sir." she smiles.

she didn't mean to get emotional over her niffler, feeling silly now that the tears burn in her eyes. she knows he's safe, where he is but it doesn't mean she misses him any less. she takes a deep shaky break forcing a bit of a smile as she nods at his words. "yeah, they're the best...especially alfie, he's the sweetest most wonderful niffler you'll ever meet." she beems a little because she loves talking about him even if it hurts. alfie was so full of life that he would brighten anyone's day.

she frowns a bit, blue eyes flickering up at his when he assured her she doesn't have to be sorry but it's hard. he doesn't need her baggage or to hear her cry, it wasn't his job but he's so kind and caring about her for whatever reason. "it's just hard I guess, not to feel guilty for leaving him behind. I'm so grateful for this job, really I am...I don't want you to think I'm not just because I'm a little homesick." she smiles sadly. however his suggestion makes her pause a little, there's no way he really offered such kindness? she smiles softly, biting down on her lower lip. "you'd really do that?" she giggles. "I don't want to put you out of your way or anything...nifflers are known to be a bit of a handful."

maybe this would be a good thing, once she gets used to the fact she can barely breathe around him especially when he's completely undresssed for her, his dick is hard and she's never seen one like that, at least not one so erect. she tries hard not to think about it for too long, lighting the candles in the bathroom with a spell but before she can finish regulus walks into the bathroom to stop her, grabbing the items out of her hands and setting them down. she's blushing pink blue eyes flickering up at him. she's froze a bit, partly because he's naked and so close to her but also because his words genuinely catch her off guard, telling her she is interesting to him. she's stunned by his kindness and it makes it all the more terrifying for her because she's pretty sure he's already captured her heart a little, making her eyes look into his gaze. "I..." she can't stutters a bit. "okay your highness, t-thank you.." she bites down on her lower lip as she thinks for a moment but it's hard with his hand on her face and his body bare making her struggle not to stare. "my brother...cedric. he's my best friend in the whole world, I don't want to ask for too much but if there's a chance you can get him to come and visit I would much appreciate it." she smiles softly, that's all she really wants from him if he allows her, she just wants to see alfie and her brother again even if she never returns home. she nods slowly when he tells her that she can trust him, smiling a bit. "I think I already do...I'm not sure why it's just something about you that makes me want to trust you." she lets her hand rest on top of his, fingers tracing against his skin softly. "thank you for your kindness." she smiles "for caring about me even though you've only just met me...your fiance is a very lucky girl." she points out because having him she must be quite spoiled and it makes her heart ache just a little thinking about it as he pulls away to get into the bath. she walks over to the stool near his bath, grabbing the wet sponge and soap as she puts the soap onto the sponge and starts to scrub his back. his body is beautiful, bare and wet she can't believe the way her cheeks are bright red, blushing for him as she bites down on her lower lip. "so is it true, you have a dragon? what's that like?"

He likes the way she promises to take care of herself, his mind wandering to imagine her words having a double meaning (even though he knows they don’t). His thoughts are already going a mile a minute, thinking about all of the possibilities of having her as his maid. He hopes she likes her home here and that he can provide enough for her to adjust… someone so pretty shouldn’t ever be sad or unfulfilled. Would she want to be his, in his own bed? He doesn’t want to pressure her, realizing the weight his advances would have– what if she were afraid to say no, because it’s her job? At the same time he can’t help but think of her that way, because this is the first time he’s been so attracted to someone before. He always wondered what he lacked that Sirius had, that kept him from being interested in sexual escapades. It felt almost expected of him as a prince, which is something he struggled with, always wanting to be the image everyone expected of him. He didn’t see why it wasn’t enough to learn all of his expected duties and be skilled in magic and the sword, but he did worry about it sometimes.

But now she stands before him with a face crafted carefully by the gods and a body so perfect that she could be one of the statues he’s seen the artisans work on. He can’t help but drink her in, especially the softness of his skin when his knuckles brushed her neck and shoulder. He feels her shiver beneath him, a faint movement but enough for him to wonder if she liked his touch. It could be a shiver of disinterest, but based on the color of her pretty cheeks, he doesn’t think so.

Besides, she asks about Sirius and it makes him relieved to know that she already feels comfortable enough to pry in such a way. “No, you don’t have to be weary of him… Sirius is kind, even if he doesn’t want you to think it.” He pauses, trying to find words to explain the situation while still sounding professional, but eventually settles on honesty. “He’s throwing a bit of a tantrum recently, because he’s the eldest and wasn’t appointed as crown prince. He doesn’t agree with some of our father’s methods and he lets him know it… which our parents hate. Then he parades around the city to visit brothels and associate with families that ruin the reputation of our house. It’s likely that if you were his handmaid, you would be dragged into his schemes somehow… That and he would probably desire you.” The words burn in his mouth, making him irritated again. “Sirius isn’t a very careful person about these things… He’s what they would call a loose whore, if he were a woman.” He pauses, smirking a little because even saying it feels ridiculous. “Forgive me– I don’t know how else to put it that still conveys the gravity of it. I just mean, I would hate to see you pressured to do something you don’t want to. He wouldn’t be as careful of your feelings, I don’t think.” The thought makes him sick, because Bexley seems so kind that he wants to take care of her already. He wishes he could have her in that way, without crossing into territory that could make her uncomfortable. If he were any other prince, he could will it and it would be so. But he cares about what this pretty girl thinks of him, wanting to hold her face in his hands and make sure it’s what she wants.

He enjoys her smile and the way it makes his chest warm, followed by the rest of his body. She assures him she can handle him and he can’t help but think how nice it is to listen to her lovely voice, growing more relaxed around him. “I think he knew I would like you,” Regulus agrees softly. “I confess, I do like the idea of being attended to by such a beautiful and gentle girl.” He keeps talking about her beauty and he knows he should stop, but it’s impossible to contain. “Please tell me if I’m being too unprofessional… Your comfort is important to me.” He knows he’s the prince and he shouldn’t be worried about such things, but he cares.

He likes watching her close his bedroom door when he commands it, as if she really is his and was here to do what he says. He would never abuse it, but he gets a thrill from it; having sway over such an angel.

His breath hitches as she starts to undo his buttons, but he looks down at her unflinchingly, noticing he much prettier her features are up close. His green eyes are heavy with lust, flickering down to watch her fingers as she pulls each button, starting to open the vest. Her dress looks even lower from this angle, her cleavage more visible and Regulus unable to resist looking. But then her warm voice pulls his attention away, starting to answer his question as she pulls the vest off. He imagines how lovely her family probably is, including her pet, who she mentions is a niffler. “A niffler, you said? We have some in the woods that I visit when I’m on dragonback. Adorable animals– you’re very lucky.” But maybe not so lucky anymore, since she’s separated from him. Regulus frowns, just before he notices the way her blue eyes shine. He wants to say something more, but she continues, explaining what she did to help her mother.

“Don’t apologize to me,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re a person and leaving behind everything you know is difficult.” He wishes there was something he could do for her, short of not employing her (which he has a feeling would only make matters worse). “What if I arranged for Alfie to live here, in the palace? That’s something that’s within my power to do and I’d be happy to.” He loves nifflers and he cares deeply about his handmaiden already.

She undoes his pants and pulls them down, releasing him from them, already hard for her. It makes his cock twitch, knowing she’s staring at him like this. He wonders if it’s because she finds him attractive or because she’s never seen one until now. He doesn’t say anything, allowing her to look as much as she wants before she finally moves away, picking up his clothing. He wants to argue with her when she says she isn’t interesting, because she’s the most interesting person who’s ever stepped foot in this castle. But he allows her to do her duties first, going to get the water ready as he waits. Walking into the bathroom, he stops in front of her, gently taking the sponge and soap from her hands. Placing them on the table beside the tub, which is full of lit candles, he then turns to her. “Bexley, I find that you do interest me… And if there’s anything I can do to make this transition easier for you, don’t hesitate to ask for it. And I mean anything…” He pauses, looking away for a moment. “People often think that when you’re royalty, you stop being human in some way. Maybe that can be true, but I believe I’ve retained my conscience. I’d like if we could have a good working relationship… I want you to feel like you can be honest with me and show your true feelings without any fear.” He steps toward her, taking her face in his hand, allowing his thumb to trace her small chin. “You can trust me,” he murmurs, as gently as he can. Reaching up, he catches a dried tear at the corner of her eye, wiping it away. “Do you understand?” He gives her a soft smile, dropping hold of her face. Realizing he’s still naked and wanting to spare her whatever reaction she might be having, he moves toward the bath, starting to step into the tub to finally settling down into the warm water.

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