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wildymoon · 5 months ago
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Why Hotguy (Probably) Isn't Possessed: A DDVAU Post
.... Or at least why it would be a bit biased to say that is the case right off the bat just cause the blorbo said something you really didn't like.
(NOTE: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR DDVAU) (Also the images I've used are all from the comic, go take a look either on Tumblr or Webtoons)
Part 1: Would This Face Lie To You?
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Yes. Because everyone has the capacity to lie, and Scar canonically has a silver tongue. Look at 3rd Life and try to tell me otherwise. I will laugh at you.
But the difference is framing. In 3rd Life and nearly everywhere else this silver tongue of Scar's is used, it's in a silly white lie way at best and simply to win a game at worst. Hell, even in other works I've seen it's primarily used to benefit others, not himself.
For this reason (among others that vary from person to person that I won't elaborate on here cause that's complicated), it becomes much easier to believe that Scar here isn't acting normal. He's tapping into his cunning side with much more ruthlessness than we're used to seeing from him normally, and thus we grasp for any other option. Not only that, but the Motherspore Incident gives us the perfect excuse for his behavior, especially with what is said at the end.
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Was the target truly Grian, or were they trying to get at Hotguy? We won't know for sure until later, but the idea of him getting possessed is something for the copium to take advantage of, and as such it does so.
(Even for me. I have almost an entire two-monitor screenshot in which I copypasted almost every detailed Hotguy face to analyze and make a decision based on the expressions compared to the latest volume. This I will get into in the part dedicated to his expressions and why they matter for both sides of the argument.)
Either way, assuming someone who is known for using that silver tongue of his to get what he wants isn't doing that of his own free will, even if it feels unkind or out of character at first glance, isn't exactly the smartest thing.
Part 2: The "Pragmatic" Approach Is Not Kind
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Aka, "local utilitarian explains the logic behind being a dick in this scenario", or "devil's advocate except the supposed devil is just a blorbo getting into real blackmail".
So, let's first consider Hotguy's primary options for how he could've taken that interrogation, and their effects. I'll list these in order of action taken against Grian for simplicity's sake:
Leave Grian alone entirely. At first, this looks like the best option. Grian needs time to heal, and Hotguy just barging on in like that is stressful at best for someone who'd just been told he got possessed and tried to kill people. But this temporary peace would come with consequences. With no one to tell the public otherwise, Grian would likely get arrested for hiding his status as a mutant from the government. So this one is simply not worth it.
Reason with Grian. This is the option most likely expected from Hotguy before the page rolled around. It gives him a chance to exercise the softer side of his silver tongue a bit more, and is a significantly less aggressive way of trying to get the information he needs to protect the public. The issue with this is that Grian is not cooperative. He does not like Hotguy very much, and definitely would give as little information as he possibly can to what is basically a cop. "Everything you say can and will be used against you," and all that jazz. He's also pretty much immune to Hotguy's charm, so being niceys won't change that. Essentially, no matter what way he goes about it he's going to have to deal in something that Grian actually cares about.
Blackmail Grian. This is the choice Hotguy made, and he didn't sugarcoat it very much either. I'm thinking the reason he did could be related to how he knew simply reasoning with Grian wouldn't work; had he really gone in with the honeyed words, Grian would've told him to cut the bullshit even sooner. This, while more visibly putting Grian in a spot of bother, isn't actually that much more dangerous for him than the other options. I've already explained why the first option actually sucks, and the second option relies on Grian trusting Hotguy (which he doesn't). It also gives Hotguy two things simultaneously: information (his priority), and keeping his friend out of jail (so long as he cooperates, which he has). The second thing may or may not be important to him, but it's still an added bonus. This is the option in which Hotguy is guaranteed to get the most information about the incident.
Turn Grian in immediately. If you hadn't realized there was a worse option than 3 then surprise! There is! This is the option that I believe would actually be out of character for Hotguy. Even if he wanted Grian imprisoned for whatever reason, his priority would still be to get information, nothing else. And there's no guarantee Grian would tell absolutely anything in custody, let alone anything about the incident. It would take potentially blackmailing him here to do it, and that feels like a step too far. Hotguy only needs information, and he knows stigma too well to truly take part in it, especially if it probably won't net him what he needs. So, not that option either.
In all, Hotguy's choice was the only one that could truly get him the yield he wanted: information on the attack in hopes he could prevent any further ones. Do I think he went too far? Yes. Absolutely. He should've stopped with his threats the moment he stopped asking actual questions about the incident. There was no reason (in my opinion) to continue with them.
But for the most part, I believe this isn't a man possessed, just a cop seeking intel. Speaking of.....
Part 3: "Duty"
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Sorry guys, superheroes funded by the government are technically cops. This makes Hotguy a cop. Your blorbo is a cop.
In all seriousness, Hotguy does in fact have a job, and as such it is his duty to protect the citizens of the city from the bad and such, blah blah blah. This includes Grian, since he was possessed by the bad and not the bad itself (as such that makes him a victim).
The question, however, remains. "How best does one protect an entire city?" I've answered this already with Hotguy's highest priority in the interaction with Grian: information. To get this information while protecting the most citizens, he must threaten or harm at least one no matter what he does. Because simple threats harm the least, his answer is to threaten two for the sake of maximizing the future harm reduced.
It is, once again, a utilitarian stance on things. But if your goal isn't to be strict to the rules, that's how choices should be made: Not with biases, but with thought given to all options and all those affected.
Now, does his duty state he should be that much of an ass? No, but I already went over this. "He made the best overall choice but he should've been more considerate." It doesn't get much simpler than that.
Part 4: Expression And Tone - The Other Argument
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Here we go. This is what originally inspired the making of this post, as an argument for the side that claimed Scar was possessed.
The reason behind it? I'd noticed a significant shift in Hotguy's expressions even without going through each individual page. As someone who cannot read body language for shit usually, this was a pretty significant indicator that something was wrong for me.
Upon further inspection and reflection, this isn't quite the cause for alarm I'd thought it was, but it's still one of the better arguments for Scar being possessed so I'll elaborate.
Before the Motherspore Incident, each of Hotguy's expressions that were close enough to the camera to be drawn properly showed at least one eye through his visor. There is exactly ONE exception to this in my eyes, and even that one can fit in with my claim here: Hotguy's action shot in Chapter 7.
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Here, the panel is big enough that if it was any regular panel it would likely show his eyes, but the visor is too small to really draw good eyes for the panel here, not to mention it would probably take away from the composition. But that's not what's important here; that honor goes to the fact that this is the only instance of a bigger panel in which Hotguy's eyes are not shown.
.... Up until Motherspore, that is.
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Here, this makes sense: The eye in the first one would get in the way of the text, and in the second one his hair is covering his visor. The third is an action shot, similar to the one in Chapter 7. These make sense.
But then... something shifts once the fight is over and Hotguy carries Grian out. Once he reaches the outside, the amount of times we see his eyes, his expression? TWO.
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Both are heavily simplified, with specific intent on making his expression clear on a small panel, but in every other panel from that point on in the chapter show him with the visor covering his expression.
And that's when we get into Chapters 14 and 15. This is when the shift becomes obvious. Instead of all his expressions on large enough panels showing at least one of his eyes, instead we're given almost the exact opposite.
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This is the only. I repeat. The ONLY larger panel in which both his eyes are shown (when he has the visor on) since the end of Motherspore.
It's almost the only panel in the entirety of the chapter like that, but there's a singular smaller panel here with both his eyes:
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That's it. Everything else has the way his expressions interacting with his visor the exact opposite way from the entire rest of the story so far.
This is why I thought he was, in fact, possessed at first. It was such a dramatic change that, when you don't consider the other reasons why this could be the case, it feels wrong. It feels like he could be possessed.
Especially if you consider this as related to it:
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It just feels, if you compile everything together and build that argument, as something that could be plausible.
Plausible, not guaranteed. But plausible nonetheless.
But what could go against this? The tone.
Because, before Motherspore, this whole thing had a much more lighthearted tone. Hotguy had a much more lighthearted tone. Then he has to handle Motherspore. Then, the public, after a fight that made him require backup (true backup, unlike what we see from Cuteguy).
He puts on a mask to the public. That's what happened at the end of Chapter 13.
And then again, when facing Grian. He cannot slip up, cannot let Grian notice who he is or even consider it. He puts on a mask to ensure he can get what he wants safely. That's why we only see his eyes open behind his visor the one time, when Grian cannot look at his face.
He's taking a page from Cuteguy's book, in a way. Not the newest trick in any book, but I figure y'all'd like the connection.
Part 5: In Conclusion
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Is Scar possessed? No, probably not. There's always a chance, but it's more likely that everyone got a bit blindsided by the cutthroat way Hotguy handled interrogations.
Remember that characters can make bad or mean decisions! Even if that character is meant to be a good guy, they still can make these choices, mistake or not. Sometimes, it's the best decision they can make. And sometimes, they just went about it in a way they probably shouldn't've.
Either way Hotguy's going to pay in spades by however Cuteguy's going to handle meeting him again, probably.
Bonus: All those copypasted Hotguy faces, for your enjoyment and my going bonkers insane
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(There are no notes written down here because I am bonkers on the level that my brain moves too fast to type it all down.)
(ONCE AGAIN, the images I've used are all from the comic, go take a look either on Tumblr or Webtoons)
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teddybeartoji · 7 months ago
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the new year has started kind of horribly for me i haven't felt this bad in while😭😭😭😭 but . i am feeling a bit better today so that's good i suppose AAANYWAYY i just wanted to say that i miss you and that i love you aaand that i hope you're all doing good i hope you're all having fun<3333333333
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lookwhatyoumademelou · 2 months ago
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how funny i got this today
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wavernot4love · 7 months ago
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two days and counting until joy 2 the world night two musings: permanent pleasure fifth studio album from american indie pop band joywave from rochester new york great record ..... swimming in the glow Best song methinks ..... joywaveverse,,,, joyverse if you will,,, can you Hear me
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smolkeno · 2 months ago
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Leg injuries
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My personal ramblings are under below
I'm backk!!!! And it's been how long? *checks calendar* A year and a half methinks... but anyways my college took a toll on me and I pray that passed my first year 🙏
Posting schedule? I don't know... I just want to get some good works done and out, nothing needs to be perfect.
Anyways, I'll go to sleep now
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darlingsshii · 4 months ago
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breeding season~!
°•*⁀➷ hi i finally remembered to write things anyways adepti breeding season methinks
cw: girldick. boydick too. everyone has a pp except reader. afab! gn! reader. lots and lots of breeding. a lot of cum also. feral characters. lowkey kinda omegaverse. dom characters. xianyun canonically has claws. slight blood kink for her too.
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ZHONGLI prefers to present himself as a gentleman in most scenarios, and god was it getting difficult to keep his composure when all he wanted to do was pin you down and breed you all night long until the sun was rising. it was just a bit inconvenient when he found himself going into the adeptus equivalent of heat, and frankly he didn’t know how he survived it before he had you. after all, why would he pleasure himself with his hand if you were right there and willing to help him? granted, you may not have known what you were signing up for when you agreed, but he won’t let you go now.
how many hours had it been? you had long since sunken under the waves of overstimulation, only being able to make pathetic whimpers that just spur on your boyfriend. with every thrust of his cock into your messy cunt, a bit of his cum drips out and onto the drenched bedsheets. this man has insane amounts of stamina, and he’s not stopping until he absolutely has to.
XIAO tries not to be obvious about it. he tries to be more gentle in bed, but his slightly rougher demeanor gives him away immediately. he’s so reluctant to pull out even after he cums inside, he has to physically restrain himself from continuing to thrust into your used hole. he would bury his face into your shoulder to inhale your scent, driving him closer and closer to just going absolutely feral.
he tries to be gentle, he really does, but when you just feel so fucking good around his cock with your scent in his head, he might just lose his patience and pin you down. if you’re too loud and whiny, don’t be surprised when he forces his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet- or at least let the lewd sound of plap plap plap do the talking. at least the aftercare is phenomenal.
GANYU is very submissive when it comes to her mindset of sex. if it pleases you, she’ll do it. want her to top? done! want her to bottom? done! the only time she takes the lead is during breeding season when she just can’t help herself. her sensitivity is so heightened that even a whiff of your scent has her rock hard and roughly pulling you aside to grind into your cunt. she’s normally such a sweet and gentle girl, so seeing this switch flip internally is a sight to behold. she’ll go from shyly blushing and holding your hand to gripping your hips with almost bruising strength while she pounds you mercilessly.
how many rounds had you been going for? you had honestly lost count. you were so overstimulated that your brain was just static and endless pleasure as she continued to piston in and out of your messy and used hole. her cum stained the sheets around you, making a lewd squelching noise with every thrust. her gentle praises were more than enough contrast to the desperate way she was grinding her cock as deep as it could possibly go, whimpering and moaning almost pathetically. and she would keep going until she passed out if it meant she got to keep breeding you.
XIANYUN is very upfront about her needs when it comes to breeding season. she’s been alive for thousands of years, no use in beating around the bush when it comes to those things, otherwise nothing would ever get done. she’s a busy woman, and she’s almost procedural in her approach at first. that is, until she finally sinks her cock into your needy hole. something snaps within her and she’s holding onto your hips so hard her claws would dig painfully into your skin and leave small spots of blood behind.
she wouldn’t stop until you see stars. not until your womb was absolutely filled to the brim with her warm cum and it dripped out every time you moved, thrusting it deeper and deeper into you with breathy moans and praises. she’s normally so orderly and tidy, but you just do things to her that she can’t explain.
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readerihardlyknowher · 3 months ago
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In Every Universe | Pt. 1
Okay, so this is my first time writing a fanfic since freshman year of high school, I've only written essays since then. Please forgive my writing style if it's not writer-y enough.
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Spencer Agnew x Reader Warnings: Suggestive jokes (nothing serious, just general Spencer and co. jokes) WC: 1,580
Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4
“Hey everyone! We’re back to find love with another rendition of Love is Blind!” Amanda’s voice announced to the camera. “Today we have some brand-new contestants!” Amanda's lovely voice goes on as she recaps the rules, before she goes on to describe her character in this game, which is a long beloved character of hers, the drunk party girl. You watch as she passes off to Shayne, then Arasha, then Courtney, then you as you finally get to share the character you’ve come up with.
“Hey there, little boys and girls,” you begin in your best rendition of a sexy, deep voice, which of course everyone snickers at, “I’m Lady D., but my… friends just call me Dee. I’m here to step outside of my comfort zone as a full-time dominatrix and find real love.” After you finish your intro, you can’t help but laugh alongside everyone else. It was a ridiculous character, and you know the voice is going to hurt by the end of the episode. Once the laughing subsides it’s time for Spencer’s character introduction. His voice is much deeper and douche-y than it normally is when he speaks.
“Whoa… Sick, um, well, my name is Derry. I’m a world champion Genshin player, and yes, I do live in my mom’s basement. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here, chicks are already crazy enough irl.” His intro causes everyone at the table to groan, and Amanda to shove him lightly. His iconic laugh breaks through his character as he glances over at you to gauge your reaction. When he sees that you’re smiling, it only makes him smile more.
The game begins as it always does, making connections, bantering, and playing up the characters. As of now, your character, Dee, has the most connections with Spencer’s character and Courtney’s character. The question pops up of what your favorite kind of date is, A. small and intimate, B. big and bold, or C. skip the date, straight to the bedroom. Both you and Spencer are the only ones who place A, so you shoot him some playful bedroom eyes and turn to speak to the camera.
“Now, normally I would choose C, but I’m here to find love, not lust this time. Unless of course, I can find both in one,” You snicker out towards the end before shooting Spencer a wink. His eyes go comically wide and he turns to the camera to speak as well, “Whoa guys, I know chicks dig gamers, but this mommy and I really have chemistry.” Once more in this episode, you all laugh and boo Spencer and his weird, 4chan-y lingo. The game continues on, everyone else talking to and about their connections, but every time you look Spencer’s way, he gasps and makes a dramatic head turn away from you. You smile and shake your head when he does so, confused and loving/hating the energy of his character.
“Derry, I have something to say to you, meet me up front,” your head turns as Arasha/her character says. Spencer stares over at her for a second, looking shocked before standing up and facing away from her in front of the board, right in front of the cameras. You and all the other castmates are in shock and huddled together to watch. They both turn around and look at each other, gasping once they see one another. Arasha walks closer to him and gets down on one knee, looking up at Spencer. “I know you’re kind of an incel, but our connection is deep enough for me to overlook that. Will you marry me, Derry?” There’s a dramatic silence that falls upon the room, everyone clutching each other’s hands, waiting for Spencer/Derry’s response.
“Uh, sorry babe, but methinks there’s another lady more worth my time.” You all gasp loudly at his rejection, Arasha falling to the ground melodramatically, before Spencer’s gaze turns to you. “Dee…” More gasps erupt and you stand from your seat, heart over your chest. Arasha gets up from the floor and you swiftly take her place as he takes your hand in his. His is warm and a little clammy, but you don’t mind, holding tighter as he gets down on his knee, taking the ring Arasha had and now holding it up to you. “Mommy Dee, you had me from ‘I’m’.” You snicker. “Will you be my gamer girl, and we can be double d’s together?”
You have to get over your laughing for a second, the sound of your castmates cheering/shouting fogging your mind for just a moment, but you recover, nodding before you push him down onto both of his knees. “Oh but of course, I can never say no to a good boy.” Even those words coming out of your mouth make you break, shaking your head. You open your eyes to see Spencer doing the same, muttering your name in a humorously disapproving tone, before you help him up to stand. He makes a big deal of sliding the ring onto your finger and you hold it to your lips and kiss it. Of course, he reacts to this by placing his hands over the front of his pants as if to cover a boner, so you smack his arm and he breaks with a laugh.
Moving back behind the table, you move to be next to each other, that way you can lean onto him and shoot each other looks easier than before. As the questions and connections continue, Amanda stands up and looks at Shayne, and they go to the front as she pulls out her ring to him, going on in a monologue about how drunk they could get together. You watch the scene with a hand clutched to your chest, in exaggerated shock and awe. Your other hand, under the table, feels a familiar soft, warm hand brush against you before it holds onto your hand gently. You glance over to Spencer to see his eyes locked onto the two “lovers”, not even looking over at you. Trying to ignore the heat that rushes to your cheeks, you look back to the proposal, knowing that the cameras wouldn’t be able to pick up on the secret hand holding. You hardly even notice the proposal finishing before they’re sitting down at the table and Spencer turns to you and speaks.
“Hey, babe, that was only like, half as hot as ours. I would never let a woman do the proposal,” he says with his dopey smile. You smile back before putting on your character and responding facing the camera.
“I have a lot of fixing to do with this one.” You turn back to Spencer and put on your best commanding voice, trying to hide your smile. “Speak when you are spoken to, boy.”
He gulps loudly, making the table laugh before his eyes dart around and he speaks in a higher voice, “Hhhhhh, yes ma’am.”
You smile and respond with, “That’s mommy to you,” before drawing the next card for the game. 
In just a few more turns, it’s time for the weddings. You both got all the possible connections to have a successful wedding. All the cast stands up and moves behind the table to do their weddings. Arasha and Courtney go first, and while they do theirs, you lean closer to Spencer and whisper. “Go with me on this.” You don’t have any time to clarify before they both “kiss” behind a piece of paper. Everyone cheers as they run off, before swiftly turning around to watch the other marriages, the next of which is yours. For some reason, you feel a little nervous, which makes no sense. Looking at Spencer, you know there’s nothing to be nervous about, not with the soft, yet playful smile he gives you as Tommy holds some paper towels on your head as a veil. Spencer takes your hands as you pretend to cry.
“We are gathered here today to unite the marriage between… an incel and a dominatrix. Before anything else, please say your vows,” Tommy reads off his “script”, before turning to the both of you. You decide to speak up first.
“Derry, I’m glad I like you for more than just sex. In every way except for your personality, you’re a… a good boy.” You cringe as you finish your sentence, watching as Spencer’s face does the same before quickly recovering. It’s silent before you remember, “You may speak now.”
“Phew. Okay Lady D., you’re the light of my life, the bulge in my pants, and the dommy to my mommy. I can’t wait to get pegged later tonight.” You cringe once more, disappointed by his disgustingly amused face. Tommy clears his throat and resumes reading.
“You may now kiss however you’d like.” And as the words leave his mouth, you reach out to Spencer and grab his jacket with both hands, pulling him to where his body blocks the camera as your hands both move up and down his neck and back, mimicking making out. Spencer, although initially stunned, quickly reciprocates and places his hands on your arms, moving them about in an appropriate, yet passionate way. All the while, your faces are inches from one another, eyes both shut as you independently make smooching noises as the cast and crew cheer you on. After a few seconds of this, you push him off, wiping your lips with your arm and looking towards the camera.
“Love is blind!”
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mona-risms · 18 days ago
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Reader "volunteered" (forced-) to join huntrix's daily skin care routine, and how would the girls react to it? Not until now reader has never once touched make up or skin care products in her life it's just natural looks.
Sincerely, Rumi's Biggest Simp
I wish I didn't need skincare 😞 unfortunately my face is oily and acne-prone as all get out 😮‍💨
THEY WOULD BE SO ESCTATIC OH MY GOD especially when you just kinda didn't gaf ab skincare before while the others have tried to get you into it so that you can All feel Bonita!!! And now they can FINALLY glam you up too????? YES!!!!!!! THEY WIN!!!!!!!!!!! The moment they share Rumi's shit-eating grin it's literally over for you bro no way out
They legit treat it like an entire spa thing and they even record the process bc this is like. A once in a lifetime opportunity. When are they gonna be able to do this with you again? They need DOCUMENTATION!!!!!! They probably have like. Specific specialties and stuff too!!!
I see Zoey being the one who's actually the most knowledgable about skincare. She probably had an entire thing where she studied about different sorts of skin and what types of skincare fits an individual person—not just korean skincare but actually going beyond it—after like having too much time to herself and getting fixated on the subject LOL. She's asking you all these questions about your skin and such in the easiest (very weirdly specific) ways and by the end of it, she does SUCH a good job but she asks you if you like it!! She does a silly little dancey dance when you say yes :3c
Mira would be the accessory queen AND, as tempting it is to give this to Rumi, the hair styling expert. She may predominantly choose more edgy fashion, but she def absolutely loves all sorts of fashion, from the latest trends to the funkiest styles. This also extends to hair as well (methinks she probably even does Rumi's braid, and was the one who thought of the little ornaments in her hair for their Golden costume). While the girls can all do their hair individually, I think at any given opportunity, she's usually the one to do it. And now she gets to do yours too!!!!! She makes sure to pick out accessories and styles that not only do you like but also go well with you 🫶🫶🫶
Rumi is the makeup QUEEN!!!!! Most likely her knowledge was passed down by Celine but she learned to make it her own, especially when she has to do a hell of a lot of extra makeup to cover up whatever small patterns that could be popping up on her skin (despite this she probably couldn't do full body bc of the sheer amount she'd need 😓). She knows EXACTLY how to blend makeup to the perfect shade, and how to make certain features pop. And be so fr they've probably analysed every feature of yours anyway so they know EXACTLY what your best features are
When you see the end result and think that you wanna keep it up and get ready w them like this, they'll happily teach you so you can do it yourself!! And help you too whenever you wait it!!!!! But then maybe after they Might 😜 mess it up 😜 THEY CAN'T HELP IT!!! You're too pretty to exist holy FUCK overall 10/10 grwm spa sesh
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thewertsearch · 7 months ago
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Enjoy your new session while it lasts, kids. Given everything we know now, I can't imagine it'll go particularly well.
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Yup, it looks like this guy is even more immortal than normal. No conditional deaths for our Lord English, methinks.
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Scratch's head seems to be connected to the God Tier clock in some way - but which came first? Did Scratch create the God Tier clock for some purpose, or did he mold himself in the image of an already existing artifact?
What the fuck is up with this clock?
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...it's fucking Cal.
Of course it's fucking Cal. Of course the final boss of Homestuck is a supercharged Lil' Cal.
It makes a lot of sense, too, that Cal's face was what was hiding behind Scratch's cueball. This was probably a major reason why we never saw English's face until now - because doing so too early would have tipped us off to Cal's role in Scratch's creation.
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The Vast Honk has been released.
The juggalo prophecy was about Lord English all along, then. They are, and always were, a doomsday cult, presumably founded by the Handmaid in times long past.
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Alternia was raised by Scratch, and consumed by English.
It’s joined to these bastards at the hip.
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And that’s that, then. Scratch’s grand plan has finally came to fruition, spawning an instance of English out of his own body.
As we move into Act 6, we should hopefully learn how this arrangement came to pass, how it works, and how to disrupt it. For now, though, I'm still just reeling - mostly at the fact that we're going to be fighting Cal.
This comic, guys. This god damn comic.
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touyaismycomfortboy · 7 months ago
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♡ how can i call myself a man?
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a/n: i'm rewatching mha and i'm going thru season four and the kirishima episode got me missing my boy i need to write him :((
word count: 3.3k
synopsis: you and kirishima are doing your work studies together, you went out on patrol alone and were cornered by a villain. it tried to attack kirishima and you blocked the attack, getting severely injured in the process, now kirishima is blaming himself for your injuries.
pairing: ejirou kirishima x fem prns!reader
genre: a little angsty hurt comfort oneshot <3
warnings: violence, injuries, cussing, blood, passing out, kirishima sad :( biggest warning of all methinks, also not proofread
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  "Alright, I think you both have learned enough to patrol on your own now." 
  You and Ejirou were beaming at Fatgum's words, you were doing your best not to jump up and down with excitement and tried to keep a professional appearance, but Ejirou didn't care and simply pumped his fist up in the air. "Hell yeah!"
  You giggled at your boyfriend's excitement, looking at him and then back at Fatgum. "Are you absolutely positive? You really trust us that much?" 
  Fatgum nodded, shoving a takoyaki in his mouth. "Of course, you guys are doin' really well." He smiled at you both. "Nothing much really going on today, plus Suneater and I will be out patrolling as well so if you need anything you can give us a call." He winked, shoving more food in his cheeks.
  You glanced over at Tamaki in the corner, his forehead was pressed against the wall and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his hero costume, but he took one of his hands out to give you guys a thumbs up. "Y-You got this."
  You and Eijirou calmly walked out of the room, then as soon as the doors closed were giddily freaking out, you were jumping up and down and he was punching the air excitedly. "Alright! Let's do this!" His gravelly voice called out as he punched the air once more, smiling at you before you both exited the building.
  It was a beautifully sunny day, a little hot but not unbearable, and you kept water on the belt of your hero costume so you and him would stay hydrated. "So, Red Riot," You started, trying to keep your giggles to yourself. "How does it feel to be doing fully fledged hero work?" You held an imaginary microphone to his face. 
  He "grabbed" the imaginary microphone out of your hand and grinned, speaking into it. "I just have to say, IT'S HECKIN' AWESOME." He didn't mean to be so loud, he was just so excited he couldn't help it! He "threw" the imaginary microphone on the ground and looked back at you. "We gotta stay focused though, because like you said, we are doing full-fledged hero work, we can't let Fatgum and Suneater down!" 
  You nodded in agreement, keeping your eyes facing the streets and giving cursory glances in every direction to see if you could catch anything suspicious. "Of course, this is a pretty good area of town though. I doubt we'll see anything besides petty theft."
  "Yeah, but still, true heroes will keep their eyes and ears open no matter if it's a good area or the worst area! Villains are everywhere!" Eijirou said passionately, looking forward very attentively as he scanned the area. 
  You smiled at how serious he was, and obviously you were serious about this too, you wouldn't have applied for hero studies if you weren't, but there was something so special about Eijrou and his drive, you really admired how badly he wanted this. 
  Your thoughts of admiring your boyfriend were quickly interrupted by the sound of a window shattering from around the corner, you and Eijirou quickly looked at each other, then bolted the sound of the noise, quickly turning the corner. 
  You saw a villain step out of the corner store with a bag around his shoulder. Didn't look like anyone important, just a nobody trying to make a quick buck. Eijirou immediately turned his body rock hard and turned into a human shield and instinctively stood slightly in front of you, you activated your quirk as well and scowled at the villain. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" You shouted, taking a step forward.
  The scum villain stopped in his tracks and looked at you both, his body relaxing when he saw you two? "HAH! You think you high school kids can stop me?" He cackled, dropping his bag of money on the ground. He turned towards you both, and your knees got wobbly. Usually, you have a pro hero with you during times like these, but now it's just you and Eiji. 
  You heard the screams of some bystanders and he took a step towards you both, hearing the bystanders run in an opposite direction. You had a pager in your pocket that connected to Fatgum and Tamaki, you subtly pressed it before stepping to the side of Eijirou, both of you collectively blocking this direction of the narrow street. 
  "Robbing a Mom n' Pop shop? That's low," Eijirou frowned, stepping towards him while his body was still rock hard, already in a fighting stance. "That's not manly at all!"
  The villain clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I don't care, boy. I need a quick buck." The villain bent over for a moment, it looked like he was somehow activating some kind of quirk of his? 
  You looked around once more and made sure most bystanders had fled the scene, any that were still there you shoo'd away quickly and took a deep breath, taking a step back just in case his quirk was long-range. 
  The villain seemed to cover his body in little triangle knives… they almost looked like arrowheads. He cried out and stood up straight, the arrowheads shooting in every direction. Eijirou quickly covered your body with his, the arrows bouncing off his hardened skin. 
  You and Eiji worked so well together because he was the shield and you were the spear, once the rain of arrowheads had ended you stepped away from him and shot your quirk at the villain, doing your best to knock him out but not kill him. You know, heroes' laws and all that. 
  The villain roared at your attempt to attack him, dodging your quirk with ease and you gulped. This wasn't just some random street thug, come on Fatgum, where are you?!
  The villain got on all fours and looked like it was ready to pounce, and started to run towards you both. 
  And just like any hero, your body moved without thinking. 
  You lunged in front of Eijirou instinctively, your mind a complete blur, your only instinct was to protect and no thoughts entered your mind after you jumped.
  It was like everything was in slow motion, Eijirou tried to reach out and shove you out of the way while you lunged, but it was too late.
  The hero rammed into you with intense force and you were knocked to the ground a few feet to the side of Eijirou, the wind getting knocked out of you. You didn't even have a chance to catch your breath though, as soon as your head hit the pavement you were out, completely unconscious. 
  Eijrou stared in horror at your limp body lying on the ground, his attention being forced away from you as the villain roared once more. Eijirou was so taken aback by what you did he hadn't even noticed he had lost focus on his quirk and was back to normal, the villain started to run towards him again and he hardened just in time for the villain to clash with Eijirou's arms that were in an X above his head, small parts of his arm cracking and a few bits crumbling and falling to the ground from the pressure the villain was putting on his arms.
  Eijirou's brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched, grinding his teeth through the pain as he tried to withstand the pressure that the villain was putting on his body. He couldn't give up, he couldn't go limp, what would this villain do to your unconscious self if he didn't persist?
  The pain was getting to him, tears welling in his eyes as the villain was able to use his force to push Eijirou back slightly, his feet digging into the ground beneath him and leaving a trail of broken concrete.
  Eijirou felt his arms faltering, his strength wouldn't be able to handle much more, and his body was giving out from the constant pressure. He saw your limp body in his periphery, and saw red pooling underneath your head… he lost focus immediately once he saw the sight.
  The villain shoved Eijirou to the ground, he fell onto his back and looked up at the villain above him. The villain formed an arrow within his palm, he aimed it at Eijirou's neck and was going to shoot- 
  SHHLP
  Tentacles wrapped around the villain tightly and swung him into the air before throwing him into a bright yellow and plush figure, Eijirou immediately sat up.
  Suneater… Fatgum…!! 
  He saw the villain be absorbed into Fatgum's stomach, he wasted no time running over to your limp form and placed an arm under your neck, lifting you up slightly. 
  "No, no, no, no, no-" His arm felt warm as he lifted your upper body, blood. "Fuck, no, no, y/n, please wake up-" He placed two fingers on your pulse, his breath getting more shallow as he felt weak heartbeats. 
  He looked up at Tamaki and Fatgum, expecting to see them in the distance, but Tamaki was already right above you both as Fatgum was handing the villain over to the authorities. Eijirou looked up at Tamaki, his eyes welled with tears. 
  Tamaki knelt down on the ground, some of the blood on the concrete getting onto his white hero costume as he also quickly felt the pulse on your wrist. "Q-Quickly, move her up more so I can see her head…" 
  Eijirou wasted no time lifting up your torso more, his movements ginger and delicate. A staggering juxtaposition to his ragged breaths and frightened eyes. Tamaki examined the back of your head, and before he could get a good look, Eijirou saw ambulance lights near the police.
  Eijirou stood up, carrying you bridal style and ran towards the ambulance, not caring about the blood that was dripping onto his arm and down to the ground as he ran.
  "H-Help… help, please!!" He shouted, and the EMTS rushed to your side. "She got hit… she fell and hit her head on the concrete, she hasn't woken up since, please help her, please-"
  They quickly pulled out a stretcher. "Lay her down." They instructed, opening the back of the ambulance so they could load you up. "How long has she been out?" 
  Eijirou delicately laid you on the stretcher. "I-I don't know, maybe two minutes? Just please, please help her-" 
  The EMTS loaded you into the ambulance faster than Eijirou could think, a few staying behind a little longer to ask more clarifying questions and check on his condition as well. He started to feel numb, his mind mostly empty as they wrapped bandages around the exposed skin on his arms from the cracks, all he could think about was the feeling of your warm blood against his arm, he didn't even want to think about how bad the gash must have been for you to have been bleeding that much.
  He looked at the stain on the ground as they taped the whole area of the corner store with caution tape as they investigated the crime scene. That was your blood, yours. 
  And it was all because he failed to protect you.
-
  He couldn't sleep for the next few days after that, he couldn't even eat. His classmates tried to coax him out of his room, tried to shove food underneath his door for him to eat, and most of it ended up going cold and in his trash can since it was no longer edible.
  He had called the hospital every day, and right now your condition was bad enough that only immediate family were allowed to visit you. 
  All because he couldn't fucking protect you. 
  He punched his punching bag. How could he fail to protect you? He was supposed to be your shield, he failed his one goddamn job and now you're paying the price for it.
  He should've already been standing in front of you, he should've had a hand on you to make sure you couldn't jump in front of him, he should've been fasted so he could move you out of the way. He could've taken the villain's attack, you can't. 
  He was your boyfriend for god's sake, even if he didn't have a defensive quirk it was still his job to protect you, how could he let this happen? 
  He punched the punching bag harder and faster.
  How is he supposed to be a hero if he can't save the ones that are most important to him? If he can't even save them how he is he supposed to save innocent bystanders? He's not even a pro hero yet and he's already failing his one job. How was he supposed to call himself a man? Even a boy would've done a better job protecting you, what if you died and it was all his fault? What if you'll never be the same? What if-
  Knock knock.
  Eijirou was torn from his thoughts, looking towards the door. He looked down at his knuckles, guess he hadn't realized how hard he was punching his punching bag, his knuckles were bruised. 
  "No, Mina, I don't need any more food." He groaned, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.
  "This isn't Mina." The voice was deep, tired. He recognized it. Aizawa?
  Eijirou suspiciously walked to the door and opened it up, looking at his teacher before him. "Mister Aizawa, what are you doing here?" 
  "I got a call about y/n's condition." 
  His heart stopped.
  "Is she okay? Is she awake? How bad are her injuries? Can I-" 
  "She's awake, and you're the first person she asked for. You're allowed to visit her now." Aizawa said calmly, not sure how Eijirou would react to the news. 
  Eijirou didn't stop to think for even a moment, he immediately ran out of his room past Aizawa and ran downstairs to the common area. He was in his pajamas, and his hair was lying flat on his head, but he didn't have time to think about or even fix those things, he could only think about you. 
  His classmates were shocked to see him downstairs. "Hi Kiri, what's the big rush?" Tsu asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch. 
  Eiji didn't respond, he had to see you. He quickly ran out of the building, running straight off campus to the nearest train station. It took a couple of minutes, but it was the fastest he had ever run to the train station before. He ran inside of it, holding on to one of the standing bars as he anxiously tapped his foot against the ground. 
  He wouldn't sit, he couldn't sit. If he sat down he'd be able to feel the churning in his stomach a lot easier, he was so scared to see you. 
  After what felt like the longest train ride of his life, he was the first one to run out of the train. He ran straight into the hospital doors and right up to the front desk, anxiously tapping his foot once more as he gave the desk lady his information. 
  He was told what room you were in and immediately went to the nearest elevator, making sure it was empty so he wouldn't have to wait for anyone else and quickly pressed the button for what floor you were on. 
  He wasn't sure if it was the movement of the elevator or just him, but his stomach felt so queasy, like he could throw up. What if you weren't the same? What if his mistake has ruined you forever? What if you were no longer able to become a hero and it was all his fault?
  The elevator dinged and he froze, staring as the doors opened and looked down the hallway, he could see which room had your number. 
  He took a deep breath, before speedwalking to your door, he didn't want to run and disturb all the other patients, but he could barely wait another moment to see you. He walked up to your room, walked through the door and passed the curtain and-
  He saw you. You had IV fluids going into your arm and bandages wrapped around your head. It looked like your arms were bruised from where you landed, and you were wearing a blue hospital gown. 
  Despite the IV and the bandages, and your injuries that looked to be very painful, you were sitting there peacefully eating your lunch. Like nothing was wrong with you. 
  You looked up at Eijirou and smiled innocently. "There you are!" You grinned, setting your place to the side. "I wasn't going to make it another second without you." You beckoned him towards you with your arms.
  Eijirou stayed silent, he bit his lip and his eyes welled with tears. He quickly ran towards you, gently engulfing you in a hug and squeezing you gently.
  You smiled when he hugged you, completely oblivious to your tears. "I missed you too, Eiji, I-" 
  "It's all my fault." He croaked, his voice was barely a whisper. If he talked any louder, his voice would crack and he would start crying. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" He squeezed you a little tighter, but his grasp was barely tight at all, he was so scared of hurting you. "It's my job to protect you, I failed, I'm so sorry…"
  You gasped, your heart shattering into a million pieces at his words. Your chest started to ache, had he really been blaming himself like this the whole time you've been unconscious? 
  You squeezed him as tightly as your injured arms would allow, shaking your head quickly. "No, no! It's not your fault Eiji," You ran your hands through his hair. "I chose to jump in front of you, my body moved before I could think," You pushed him back a little to look into his eyes. "I'm sorry that your quirk isn't telepathy, but there's no way you could've known I was going to do that. I didn't even know I was going to do that, this isn't your fault at all."
  "I should've done more…" Eijirou's body was wracked with a sob, but he did his best to hold in his cries. "I should've been standing in front of you, not to the side of you, I should've had a hand on you to make sure you wouldn't move, I should've-"
  You cupped his face. "Eiji," You looked deep into his eyes. "I'm okay, no more what if's. I'm right in front of you, that's all that matters." 
  His eyes were full of tears, a few of them had streamed down his cheeks. He looked into your eyes, then gazed at the bandage on your head, his mind flashing to the image of your blood covering his arm and…
  He tried to shake the thought away, looking at your smiling face now. You were right, you were okay, and you were here with him right now. But he would never forgive himself for this even if you insisted it wasn't his fault, even though you were okay how much pain were you in? How much of it was all his fault? He will never stop thinking about it. 
  He didn't want to argue with you about this anymore, didn't want you to waste what little energy you had bickering with him, so he just nodded for now, looking downward. 
  "Can you cuddle with me? I've missed you so terribly…" You asked, your eyes pleading. 
  You didn't have to ask him twice, he immediately crawled into your hospital bed and curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around you gently as he nuzzled your neck, and you both stayed like that until you both finally had the first good sleep you have had in days….
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𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓
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gif credits: @trenty
Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader
Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.
A/N: guyssss!!!! ur support means the world, the sun, the moon, the solar system to me like everything!!! some of the comments u leave got me feeling like Y/N fr, big mwahs for u all! I made this part a little longer as an apology for making you wait for so long!
Warnings: more fluff, Trent slowly starting to open up methinks, angst, pressure, high-stress environment, very slow burn
Word Count: 3.1k words (11 mins reading avg)
You were seated at your desk, carefully closing the backs of the picture frame. You smiled as you secured the last clip, the image now safely enclosed behind the glass. It was a small comfort, one you could look at during the demanding days.
Before you had the chance to prop it up on your new cabinet, Lee entered with a folder in hand. You left your frame face-down as you stood up, and rounded your desk to greet him.
"Saw your email. Everything okay?"
Lee gave you a quick, apologetic smile as he handed you the folder. "Yeah. Won't be able to make the Man United game this weekend."
He handed you a folder emblazoned with the Man United logo, stuffed with the players' reports.
You raised an eyebrow, more concerned than curious. "That's unlike you. What's come up?"
He leaned against the edge of your desk, folding his arms. "Got to attend a family thing, non-negotiable. But that's not the only reason I'm here."
His tone shifted, more serious now. "I need you to step in and travel with the squad as the on-hand psychologist."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Me? But... I mean, I usually handle things from here. Are you sure?"
Lee nodded, his expression firm. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't. You've been great with some of the boys so far, and they trust you. This game is going to be intense, and they'll need your support. Plus, it's good for them to have some consistency, especially with me out."
It all made sense, but the reality of it hit hard. You’d only been here for two months, barely building trust through a handful of sessions a week. Now, being thrown into the deep end at Old Trafford for an away game just felt like career suicide.
You bit your lip, the weight of the responsibility starting to settle in. The thought of traveling with the team, being there in the thick of it, was both exciting and daunting.
"I don't know, Lee. What if-" Your voice wavered, playing with the corners of the folder in your hand.
"You'll be fine," he interrupted, his tone reassuring. "You're more than capable. And look, I'll only be a phone call away if you need anything."
You hesitated for a moment, the nerves swirling in your stomach. But deep down, you knew this was a chance you couldn't pass up. Lee believed in you and it was inevitable at one point.
"Okay," you finally said, taking a deep breath. "Sure."
Lee's face broke into a wide grin. "Good. I'll let the gaffer know and I'll make sure everything's arranged for you."
You nodded, watching as he left. The thrill of the weekend was tempered by the gnawing anxiety that you weren't ready, that you were diving headfirst into something you couldn't fully control. Sure, some of the boys had warmed up to you but others were still keeping you at arm's length.
You scoffed to yourself, more like just the one. You were walking a fine line with him and the last thing you wanted was to make things worse. In the heat of the moment, a sentence, an expression, a word could tick someone off.
You couldn't continue your train of thoughts, the folder staring up at you, waiting to be opened. With a steadying breath, you took a seat at your desk again and finally opened it, beginning to read through the reports.
...
The squad and staff gathered at the training ground, the usual pre-match energy heightened by the knowledge that today’s destination was Old Trafford.
You stood off to the side, watching the players mill around as they waited for the coaches to arrive, the hum of conversation and laughter blending with the distant noise of fans outside the gates.
You were trying to keep your own nerves in check, running through mental notes on the players, when Curtis sauntered over, a relaxed smile on his face.
“Bit of a madhouse out there." He said, nodding toward the entrance where the sound of chanting fans was growing louder.
“Just a bit,” you replied with a smile, honestly grateful for the distraction.
He chuckled, giving you a once-over. “You look a little tense. First time heading into enemy territory got you rattled?”
You gave him a mock glare, though the truth behind his teasing made you sigh. “Maybe a little. It’s just.. a lot. Big game, and I’m still getting used to being around everyone, let alone on a match day.”
Curtis leaned against the wall beside you, his expression softening. “I get it. But you’ve been solid with us. We’re glad you’re here, even if some of us” - he raised an eyebrow - “aren’t great at showing it.”
You smirked, knowing exactly who he was referring to.
“Trent?”
He grinned. “Nah, Wataru." You nudged his shoulder with your hand, and Curtis pushed himself off of the wall. His attention was directed back to the team as Arne brought everyone together.
"You're gonna smash it, see you in Manny." He flashed you a smile before jogging back over.
You adjusted your backpack currently slung over your shoulder, glancing up but accidentally catching Trent's eye across the large entryway.
He was standing a little apart from the others, his posture relaxed but with an air of deliberate composure. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his usual stoic expression was softened by a hint of curiosity.
His gaze lingered on you longer than usual, more intent and thoughtful.
You offered him a shy smile, unsure of what to expect in return. Almost immediately, his eyes darted away, his expression tightening as he turned his attention back to the team.
A tinge of disappointment settled in your chest, but you didn’t have time to linger on it as the coach pulled into the parking space out front.
“You’ve got this. You’ve got this,” you whispered to yourself, as if it were a mantra, following the backroom staff out of the training ground.
The first half had been tightly contested, with neither team managing to score, leaving the game deadlocked at 0-0.
The only real highlight was Trent’s free kick from just outside the box - a powerful shot that flew high, curling away from the goal before soaring over the bar. The away fans held their breath in anticipation, only to exhale in disappointment as the ball missed its mark.
From the sidelines, you watched as Trent’s frustration grew more evident, his usual composure giving way to visible agitation.
Each missed opportunity seemed to fuel his irritation, and it was clear his emotions were beginning to take over.
You sighed as the referee jogged over after a hard tackle. The yellow card was raised high, and Trent’s reaction was a sharp scoff as he walked away, shooting a disdainful side-eye at the player he had just fouled.
The rival fans seized the moment, erupting in cheers and taunts that grew louder and more fervent.
Old Trafford lit up as the referees became hyper-aware of Trent, ready to penalise any further outbursts. Arne’s nervousness was palpable, and the backroom staff were on their feet, counting down to the halfway mark.
Trent was no longer just reacting to the game; he was actively seeking confrontations with the Man United players. His tackles were sharper, his verbal exchanges more heated.
The tension was building to a breaking point, but the halftime whistle blew just in time, bringing a collective sigh of relief from every member of Liverpool’s staff, whether at the training ground or in the stadium.
As you left your seat to head down the tunnel, Trent’s shoulder brushed against yours, his head lowered and skin glistening with sweat.
You noticed Arne watching him closely, his face a mask of concentration and concern, fully aware of how vital Trent was to the team’s strategy - and how disastrous a second yellow card could be.
...
As the halftime break drew to a near close, the tension in the dressing room was palpable. The players sat on the benches, catching their breath and nursing the aches of the first half.
Arne stood at the front, his arms crossed as he delivered his instructions, his tone firm but calm. You could see the focus in their eyes, the determination to turn the game around in the second half.
Just as he'd finished his tactical breakdown, he turned to you, walking over.
"I want you to say a few words," he said, his voice low.
"About?" You asked quietly, unaware of the boys' wandering eyes glancing between the two of you.
"Keeping their heads in the game. Any insights that might help them stay focused and.. you know, ease off the aggression."
You swallowed, nodding. "Yeah, okay."
The players' attention turned to you as you moved to the centre of the room, a mix of curiosity and expectation in their gazes. It was almost comical - this was the first time many of them were hearing you speak in a professional setting.
You cleared your throat, giving a quick glance to the clock hung on the wall.
You took a deep breath and began. “I know we don’t have much time, so I’ll be brief. We need to ease off on the aggressiveness." Trent, who had been staring at the floor, lifted his head slightly, his eyes now locked on you.
"We’re here to play our best football, to get the result we want and then move on. Allowing anger is only gonna distract you and hurt our performance. When you feel it bubbling up, just walk away and refocus yourself." You made an effort to connect with each player as you spoke, though deep down, you hoped your words would resonate with one in particular.
"Focus on what you can control - your passing, your tackles, your game.” A smirk tugged at Trent's lips before his head dipped again.
You scanned the room, noticing nods of understanding. “If you see a teammate getting heated, help them out."
Another breath, "push them away from the fight, back off, and concentrate on our tactics, not on the referee’s decisions or the United players. Don’t sulk on what went wrong. Learn from it and move on, yeah?"
Arne gave you a nod of appreciation as you wrapped up your little speech. "Alright, let’s make this second half count," you finished, your voice carrying a tinge of determination.
Virgil clapped twice, rallying the team as they stood and prepared to exit the dressing room. “Let’s go!” As they began filing out, you moved to the side to let them pass.
Trent was among the last to leave.
"Write me up next time," he muttered as he walked by, leaning in just enough for you to hear.
Your eyes involuntarily dropped to his lips before darting back up to meet his gaze. Your heart skipped a beat, but you quickly composed yourself and responded.
"It was meant for everyone." You lied through your teeth.
He hummed in response, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice. "Sure," he said, not even glancing back as he walked out, leaving you with the undeniable sense that he knew exactly who your speech had been aimed at.
...
In the second half, Trent seemed lighter on his feet, more focused on the tactical aspects of the game and less caught up in the aggression that had marked his earlier play.
Liverpool had eventually secured a hard-fought 0-1 victory, with Salah scoring the winner from a beautifully timed assist by Trent. The away crowds erupted as the ball hit the back of the net, and the energy from that moment carried through until the final whistle.
As you watched him on the pitch, his frustration giving way to calm determination, you couldn’t help but wonder if your halftime words had played a part in that change.
Even a small part, that was more than enough to make you feel like you were on the right track.
The journey back to the training ground was a short one, the adrenaline from the win still buzzing among the team.
But by the time you arrived, the place had already started to empty out, with most of the team and staff having headed home to celebrate or rest.
The win had been sweet, but the quietness that greeted you at the training ground felt like a peaceful end to a very intense day.
You hadn’t intended to stay at the training ground as late as you did after returning, but with Kaia staying over at a friend’s house and the stack of unwritten reports waiting for your attention, you found yourself at your desk again.
The evening had unfolded into an unexpected work spell as you prepared for the upcoming sessions and tackled the never-ending paperwork.
The soft glow from your new office lamp created a cozy pool of light, the only sounds in the quiet room being the occasional rustle of papers and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.
Starting to nurse a headache, you rubbed your eyes carefully as to not smudge your makeup.
The words of practising what you preached echoed in your mind, working for hours on end without a break was hardly the advice you’d give to anybody.
So, you eventually pushed away from your desk and decided to step outside your office for a walk.
The halls were quiet and mostly vacant as you strolled, letting your mind drift and find a moment of peace.
You made your way to the large glass windows that stretched across both the first and second floors, providing a panoramic view of the training grounds below.
The evening sky was transitioning into deep blues, with the last hints of daylight fading.
Yet your gaze was drawn to a solitary figure on the pitch, illuminated by the few remaining lights.
It was him.
Even from this distance, his form was unmistakable as he set up a line of balls and readied himself for another round of free kicks. Instantly, you were reminded of earlier - his powerful shot that had soared over the bar.
Seeing him out there, still working hard, your shoulders slumped in realisation.
The scene was almost surreal, marked by the quiet dedication of a player refusing to call it a day.
You stood there in complete silence, taking in the sight as if it were a scene from a film - each deliberate movement and focused effort holding your rapt attention.
It was a side of him you hadn’t seen before. Alone and immersed in his own world, completely absorbed in his craft without a care for the outside distractions.
Deciding to join him, you headed out of the building and towards the pitch. The evening air was crisp, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of nearby trees.
You crossed your arms over your chest, maintaining a respectful distance as you approached. You hoped your presence would neither startle him nor prompt him to leave.
"Mind if I watch?" You asked, keeping your tone light and casual.
Trent glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turned back to the pitch. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but no trace of annoyance.
"Suit yourself, psychologist," he replied, his voice steady. You nodded - guess that was good enough for you.
You watched as he rolled the first ball to his feet, his focus razor-sharp as he stopped it and took a few steps back.
The ball sailed through the air, curving beautifully into the top corner of the net. You couldn’t help but be impressed.
"That was perfect," you said, genuinely admiring his skill.
Trent shrugged, wiping sweat from his brow. "Just another shot."
"Give yourself more credit than that. It’s not easy," you countered. "I admire the dedication."
He glanced back at you. “Guess you’d know.”
“Sorry?” You asked, slightly confused.
Another shot.
“The picture in your office. You played once,” he remarked, a hint of a challenge in his tone.
You found yourself wondering when he had been in your office to notice the picture, then it clicked. He'd helped you assemble the cabinet where you later placed it.
He must've spotted it in one of the boxes.
You watched as he set up another ball, and somehow, in a way that only Trent could manage, that shot was even better than the last.
You scoffed lightly, dismissing the comparison. “Nowhere near your level, obviously. But you’re right, I guess I can imagine the passion. The pressure.”
You hoped your words were reaching him, echoing the sentiments he'd talked about in so many of his interviews.
He breathed out slowly. "So why psychology?" He asked, bending over to position the next ball.
"Because mental strength is just as important as physical ability," you explained. "I've seen talented players crumble under pressure, and others rise above it. The difference often comes down to how well they manage their minds."
Trent didn’t respond immediately. He set up another shot, this time, it hit the post with a loud thud.
Frustrated, he sighed.
You picked up the ball as it bounced near you, letting it roll between your hands before walking over to him. Once there, you dropped it to the ground, letting it settle by the side of your foot.
When he looked at you, his gaze was softer than you’d ever seen it.
You felt a flutter in your chest, the kind that made your stomach dip slightly. Your fingers curled into your palms, a subconscious effort to ground yourself as the moment stretched on.
“I know I’m just a stranger,” you began gently, your tone careful and steady.
“But I’m not here to push you and you don’t have to share anything with me. I just want you to know that if you ever feel like talking, we can - no titles, just two people who might understand each other.”
You added with a slight smile. “You’ll never know unless you give it a shot.”
For a moment, he seemed to consider something. You would’ve traded anything in to know what was going through his mind at that moment.
But he shook his head, glancing out over the pitch. “I’m good for now.”
“Okay,” you replied, giving the ball a gentle nudge, just enough to pass it to him. With a nod, you stepped back and turned towards the building, heading inside.
Before entering, you turned around, surprised to find him already watching you. “Thanks for hearing me out, yeah?”
You offered him a final smile before disappearing inside.
Trent’s gaze lingered on your retreating figure for a moment longer before he returned to his practice, a slight shift in his expression as he continued his routine.
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illubean · 9 months ago
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Need…. platonic.. writing…. for kny.. Tengen… with a stoic and quiet…. tsuguko.. PLSASE……
Tengen Uzui W/ a Stoic!Tsuguko
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Characters: Tengen Uzui Type: Headcanons, Gn!Reader
heh..yes....kny...i love.....
Warnings: none methinks? maybe spoilers if you aren't caught up with at least whats animated
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if you asked Tengen what he thought his tsuguko would be like if he were ever to choose one, he would tell you he'd have something along the lines of a "mini me"
someone young, fun and very flashy
so when he met you he wasn't too pleased...
you're just so...blah
you're stoic and quiet, have the appearance of any other person and just so totally NOT flashy
he wanted absolutely nothing to do with you
that is until he saw you in combat
your breathing/fighting style was enough to pique his interest
even enough for him to look past your boring, reserved nature...
so after that he was like congrats you're my tsuguko now
and you were like oh ok
and at your response his eye twitches then he blows up in your face
"HAAHHH!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "OH OK", YOU JUST GOT CHOSEN TO BE THE TSUKUGO OF THE GOD OF FLASHINESS AND FESTIVALS! AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE OVERJOYED"
your demeanor cracked a bit since yk you were literally just screamed at by a grown ass man
and you weren't to sure what to do so...you started clapping
he just sighs and crosses his arms
"we have a lot of work to do..."
after a while of being his tsukugo he sort of gets over the fact that you're not as flashy or flamboyant as he is and learns to live with it
but besides that, he really does respect your drive and dedication to your training
he thinks THATS pretty flashy, which cancels out with your otherwise unassuming personality
he still expects you to try and flatter him though and makes you call him "Uzui-sama" 💀💀💀
your dynamic is very much just him doing his thing and you agreeing/cheering for him quietly
you are very go with the flow instead of super eager
if you're fem aligned he's gonna drag you with him to go kidnap aoi so he can send both of you to the entertainment district 💀
if you're not fem aligned you probably know nothing about this mission until the kamaboko squad finds out
either way you probably end up going...
and he puts that god awful makeup on you 😭
"Uzui-sama...how is this so bad when you literally do your makeup every day...?"
he will pinch your face and pull it every which direction for that comment
AFTER the whole entertainment district thing and he loses an arm and retires you're technically not his tsuguko anymore...
and lwky he misses training you but it's time for you to spread your not-so flashing wings and move on.......
after passing his portion of the hashira training he sends you off with some words of wisedom that I can't think of rn
give him a hug and tell him how good of a mentor he was and he just might cry later who knows
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moonsglare · 7 months ago
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im feixiao dad brainrotting and methinks modern feixiao would work in the military, maybe she adopts a kid too who like her also grew up in an active warzone and lost their parents. maybe she rescues this kid and the kid is now attached to her and vice versa.
she's definitely making that kid get into boxing when they are old enough
omg this could be an expansion to modern!au feixiao lore… feixiao who goes into the military after college maybe for family reasons to honor yueyu or to become like her. she climbs up the ranks with remarkable speed, known in the barracks for her strength, resilience and courage. she makes a point to always call you when she can, even when she’s on deployment. knowing you’re back home waiting for her is always motivation for her to push through.
borisin territory is always a model of hell, though. she slogs through it, gunblades at the ready, her finger always on the trigger. jets shriek over her head, and in the distance she can hear the xianzhou LUX cannons powering up. it hums in the back of her mind, a low vibration in her ears, and she thinks it’s the worst part about the whole job. but she presses ever onward, like a bullet, cutting down borisin slavers and breaking the chains of any slaves under her heel. each one both breaks her heart and drives her forward, but one particular one has her stilling.
a child, with a shock of pure white hair, kneeling in the bloodstained mud, looking up at her with a look feixiao recognises—a look she remembers.
she swallows, then casts her gaze again back to the battlefield. the borisin are retreating, fleeing with their tails between their legs. the lux arrow sings overhead, then detonates the routing borisin with a dull, distant final note. she moves without thinking, crouching down and shielding the child with her body from the harsh winds produced in the fallout.
she feels tiny hands fist in the front of her uniform, wetness in the crook of her neck, and something in feixiao’s heart breaks.
she takes the child back to the xianzhou base, and they refuse to part from her. even when it came to getting the child a medical check-up, they nearly wept themselves unconscious at having to be separated from feixiao. feixiao had to be the one to bathe them; or at least, pass a wet rag over their skin and face for now since she physically couldn’t get them to let her go to properly bathe them. as the child dozes off in her arms that first night, still clinging tight to her, she leans her head back and sighs softly.
what is she even going to tell you?
she prepares for the worst, but you take it… remarkably in stride. you’re surprised, certainly, but she thinks you can see the bond that’s formed between the two, from the way the child holds onto feixiao when she walks through the airport terminal to you. she told you about it in advance over the phone, of course, she wouldn’t spring something so huge as a child on you out of nowhere. but still, it makes her knees nearly give out in relief when she sees you offer the child a small smile and a gentle greeting. you make a point to not get too close to the child when you give her a quick welcome back kiss, ensuring they get to have their personal space, and it warms her heart.
it takes some time for the kid to open up to you, but it happens faster than feixiao expects. or maybe she does expect it somewhat; you’ve always been good with her. in any case, progress is steady—for the first few months the child only ever speaks to feixiao since she knows firsthand how to handle such a child, but soon they start asking you for little things with one word questions, then full sentences, and then they start really talking to you, pointing out things they notice or asking how things work. her heart feels like it might burst the first time she sees the child take your hand in a crowded mall, and she quickly leans over the tiny tears of joy that gather in your lashes.
sometimes she’s so full of love for the both of you she feels dizzy with it. the first time she comes home to see you snuggled on the couch with the child in your arms, both sleeping soundly, she nearly weeps. instead she grabs a blanket from the wardrobe then cuddles right up next to you both, wrapping you in her arms. this is her family now—hers. and there’s nothing in the world she wouldn’t do for you both.
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vickyvicarious · 17 days ago
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I think you were the one who had listed a series of events that happened in Dracula before May 3rd in Bram Stoker's outline, such as Kate Reed writing to Lucy about Jonathan visiting Mina at her school in London.
While this event, which I think was dated April 19th, did not make it in publication, it seems that Mina is referring to it in October 1st:
I kept thinking over everything that has been ever since Jonathan came to see me in London, and it all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored. If I hadn’t gone to Whitby, perhaps poor dear Lucy would be with us now.
So it seems Mina starts dating the beginning of the chain of events from the moment Jonathan came to visit her at school, and presumably to tell her that he's passed his exam (which he says in the book he learned about while in London), and that he's going to Transylvania. And then herself going to Whitby and "dooming" Lucy.
But without the actual entry being in the book like it was planned to, the context is missing.
I kinda did, but my post about it is definitely not the best/most complete and organized version I know of. That would be this post by @victoriantheorist14, methinks.
Regardless, without the (April 16 - you were close!) visit being shown to us directly, it is true that the specific context of this visit is missing from that line of Mina's. However, I think it's fairly easy to figure out what she means from the general situation. We already have seen where the 'fate pressing on relentlessly' to tragedy began with Jonathan's arrival at Castle Dracula, and it's fairly easy to backtrack past that a bit to when he learned he was going there. It's clear from their first diary entries that Mina already knew Jonathan was going, so we can pretty easily guess that the visit she mentions here is when Jonathan told her he was doing so. It has to be, because she says he came to see her in London, and then mentions going to Whitby; we know she was working before going to Whitby, and thus it follows that she was working in London.
Plus, we have this line from Jonathan:
What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked? Was this a customary incident in the life of a solicitor's clerk sent out to explain the purchase of a London estate to a foreigner? Solicitor's clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor—for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor!
Mina wouldn't like it + he learned just before leaving = Mina knows because he told her, probably just before leaving.
All of this evidence is there if you look for it and try to reason it out, but I think it's the kind of thing that takes a lot longer to explain than to realize when reading. Certainly, there's an inherent timeline to Mina's line which must place Jonathan's visit earlier than her going to Whitby.
Frankly, the more interesting things to me about Mina dating things as starting from there are twofold. But less to do with your ask so I'm sticking them under the cut.
Firstly, the JonMina of it all. I've assumed that Jonathan's visit to Mina involved him proposing to her before he leaves, as he is now able to get a better salary to support them both. But looking at his phrasing above it kinda seems like he was already going to leave before learning he'd passed his exam. That seems weird to me because sending a baby lawyer to an important new client would be iffy enough; sending a clerk who is not certified at all would be way more likely to offend, even if he does have all the necessary knowledge. I guess if the firm is tiny and Hawkins had no one else he could send (and his health was bad enough he absolutely couldn't go) then maybe I can still see it, but it would either change the proposal scene I'm envisioning to something much more spontaneous right after getting the news, or suggest he was counting on just the salary bump from this trip. Either that or they were already engaged officially (but that would contradict the hints of draft gossip from Kate Reed. Or I guess her gossip would only be that the marriage itself could happen sooner than expected, but that's less exciting).
Setting all of that stuff aside though, if the Harker proposal happened during that London visit, it adds extra resonance to Mina saying "Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored." It almost implies that getting engaged as well as promoted started this whole snowball. I don't actually think that's what's meant here even in the deepest depths of her guilt-spiral, because she specifically talks about visiting Lucy in Whitby instead of saying it's her/their fault because they wanted to get married and thus he went on this trip.
Then again... maybe she can recognize that Jonathan would've become a lawyer and gone on the job regardless of if they were engaged or not. (It just provided extra motivation to want the money but it's not like he would no longer be trying to advance his career if they weren't engaged.) On the other hand, visiting Lucy in Whitby is something she specifically chose to do, something fully under her own control, and thus something that she can feel responsible/blame herself for.
Secondly, the 'oh Mina honey' of it all. I mean I get into this at the end of the above, but like... Mina is blaming herself so much for something she could never have known about. I know she does kind of say it's not anything she herself has done with that line about a fated tragedy, but then again the line about not going to Whitby swivels that blame right back around to her. And it's not like Lucy would be any safer without Mina there! In fact, Mina protected her so much during Whitby that she survived that entire period in August when Dracula was trying to feed on her!
The only thing Mina 'did' to expose her to Dracula was liking the graveyard enough that Lucy went there often with her. And there's of course no guarantee that she wouldn't have gone there on her own when awake, plus it's very unclear whether that first attack was her sleepwalking there on her own out of habit or if she was supernaturally drawn to Dracula somehow. And it just kills me to see Mina latch on to such small and unknowing moments and blame herself for Lucy's eventual death. It's so so sad. By dating things as starting before she went to Whitby at all, she implies that she is the one who brought the tragic fate to Lucy in the first place. And even more, that it wasn't any one particular choice or moment while there or even a cascade of small ones, but just inevitable from her mere presence.
Because she wanted to go on vacation. She wanted to take a break and enjoy herself with her best friend. If she hadn't done that, then maybe Lucy would have lived. Which all ties in to her need to feel of use and be doing stuff all the time in an awful way and just- auuuugh,Mina no.
And she's feel so isolated and sad in all this guilt (and never saw Lucy's soul saved at the end, never saw her burial or grave at ALL), unable to act to fix things because she's been sidelined. Oh, Mina.
(And then she gets got by Dracula and it's even more something in her specifically is a danger to those she loves, her presence is dangerous no matter what she wants...)
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kibutsulove · 2 months ago
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okay so since two people (on this post) asked, i guess I’m info dumping about my asoiaf oc + two other ones no one asked for
the oc who was shown in the source post’s name is aenor targaryen, and he was born mid-dance along with his fraternal twin sister, rhaenys (see below)
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the totally very very interesting and definitely original and new thing about these two is that. looks around nervously. They’re aemond’s kids . And i know wow woah this has never been done before how did you think of this but let me elaborate they’re cool i promise
these two r not the same person as the kid aemond had with alys rivers just duplicated, they’re his legitimate, in the line of succession children. which brings me to the THIRD oc of this post!! SULYYN!!! i don’t have a good drawing of her rn but her faceclaim is liv hill and she’s a celtigar
i actually made these ocs before I watched s1, ep 10, where it’s revealed lord borros agreed on a betrothal between his daughter, floris, and aemond in trade for their loyalty to Aegon II. which. sort of made me scratch my head cuz aemond can’t be betrothed to two people simultaneously no matter how good his smolder is. But then my beloved mutual was like “hey instead of offering his hand he could offer daeron’s hand . he isn’t betrothed to anyone yet” and i was like “that’s a great idea” so a little canon divergence there
there’s also the thing with lord bartimos celtigar swearing allegiance to rhaenyra before the dance and sulyyn celtigar, his daughter, being married to aemond, but my beloved mutual from before suggested that he just. abandoned his daughter. and now she’s constantly catching strays with people accusing her of supporting rhaenyra when all she wants to do is go the fuck home
(spoilers for season 3 or season 4 in this paragraph) aenor and rhaenys were actually born on the same day as aemond and daemon’s battle at harrenhall, which we know how that turned out and so sulyyn genuinely booked it tf out of king’s landing post-partum cuz 1. with aemond dead, she wasn’t needed by them any longer. and 2. with aemond dead, the greens lost their mvp and she knew that no one else on that side was going to peel for her if the blacks were to win. so she essentially crawled her way out of the red keep and back to claw isle so she could distance herself and her children from her weird ass in-laws
rhaenys and aenor both grew up in claw isle with their mother and uncle, aeneas, who is the beloved mutual’s oc and eventually the lord of claw isle when bartimos passes
rhaenys matured into a relatively normal person, representing herself in her mother’s name rather than her father’s and she soon came to denounce her targaryen link all together. she loathes her father a lot actually
AENOR on the other hand. is fucking insane. he’s like if daemon and aemond touched finger tips super saiyan fusion style and formed into one. he left claw isle at around 12-14 for king’s landing, which would be during Aegon III’s reign iirc, and showed up at his cousin’s front door sad and soggy like a wet cat. and aegon was like “ alright. gonna. keep an eye on you…” and aenor, seeing that he wasn’t going to be jumped on the spot like his sister said he was going to be, begrudgingly thanked him
An occasional hobby aenor had picked up during his time in king’s landing was taking part in tourneys, prominently the jousting portion, which is mostly where he earned his reputation as a threat to society. Aenor’s opponents had the 100% trend of dying whenever they dueled him to put it bluntly. and he was only about 14 during his first tourney. very very violent and homicidal he was as you can see, this is what happens to a child who’s father died aura farming
he grew up to become lord commander of the city watch methinks, like daemon, who ironically he despises for semi obvious reasons. and he’s still nefarious and angry. aegon III’s trying not to be depressed while simultaneously going “look at my lord commander of the city watch dawg there’s going to be a second night of the gold cloaks”
rhaenys and aenor hate each other might i mention, aenor thinks she’s too accustomed with the fact that their father is dead because of the rest of their family, while rhaenys knows aemond’s death was nothing more than his own pride snagging him. she thinks he’s everything their mother wanted him not to be actually
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muninnhuginn · 2 months ago
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gonna have a go at a tbhx liveblog. tbh, idk if I'll keep this up or if it'll fade away, but let's have a go.
context in terms of my current knowledge of the series going in:
superheroes? something about public perception dictating how they're seen and some kind of 'trust' rating
one character takes on the role of another
yaoi in episode two(?)
crimes against women discourse
3d/2d animation - given how the other to be hero series operate I'm going to guess this is dependent on world but idk fully
I've seen 'to be hero' and 'to be heroine' so that'll also be informing some stuff here. oh! also, I'll be watching in chinese, though not sure in this case whether the japanese release gets edited down as it did for the previous series in this collection
will be using the tag '#mun watches that hero show' so as not to spam the main tag
Episode 1 thoughts below cut
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unsubtle visuals my beloved. anyway, starting themes of the show are "everyone can be a hero" vs "the only path is to accept reality and work hard".
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oooh okay nice episode title card. again, on the nose, but it's not like it *needs* to be subtle. also "41 years after commission", iseeisee.
"one day you'll be replaced by someone else" - okay, so. given one of the only spoilers I do know for this series, that's. well.
two seconds later. fingerguns out. wasn't expecting it *quite* that quickly, but comedic timing on point
"who you are is of no importance" - same thing as he was saying himself earlier, but context makes it come off pretty differently
"nice has been doing poorly ever since 'that incident'" taking notes taking notes. that'll definitely come back later
ah, belief system is largely how I'd thought it'd be? belief makes reality, essentially. "as long as we package you flawlessly" and they're having an ad guy do this. fitting.
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this question is more fitting to be posed to an obsessive fan than a romantic partner ngl. oh nice, glasses blonde agrees with me
oof rip he actually knows the answer right down to the runtime. that's... kinda embarrassing. obsessive fan it is.
oh. right. okay, I forgot he'd been involved in making a load (all?) of these ads. he gets a pass but he's on thin ice
"she's always been my goddess". I'm taking so much damage here.
oooh the comboing 2d with 3d for the liquid and smokey effects. reminds me of arcane.
trust vs fear. another theme, methinks
so, the villains will represent a fear - in this case, being fired? makes sense. it's presented as though it's a general fear, but I expect that each fear will be relevant to lin ling in some way or another and become increasingly close to his personal fears as the show goes on....?
2d replay of 3d scene. backdrop is somewhat different now though. or rather, the lighting emphasises the poster with the shattered face and saturates out nice almost completely
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not the falling imagery. I wasn't gonna make any of this about link click and I know link click doesn't have the monopoly on falling off buildings but. creator footprint.
"I hope that someday I'll be able to protect those worth protecting" noting down as more arc relevant words even if I suspect the first time around will Not go well
moon pulling lin ling out of his fear, not through any actions of her own, but through the marketable version of her he remembers
pshh the flickering between selves as he punches. jjk op vibes.
first re-emphasis of "anyone can be a hero"
interesting how he carries through the final attack still in 2d
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visual contradiction. neat.
discussing nice choosing to throw himself off a building as they're heading up to the very top of another building. topical.
yeaaah. wasn't sure exactly how it'd happen but the crimes against women discourse had me thinking she'd die. I'm... not sure if it sticks or if she "comes back" then dies again? I was kinda trying to avoid spoilers but also vaguely curious. I guess I'll find out
Some misc thoughts overall:
Visually, this show seems really strong thus far. Imagery, how it combines the different art styles, how it switches between them for emphasis. Really works
Tonally... kinda all over the place. A lot of this is presented comedically with dark undertones so it's hard to know how seriously you're *meant* to be taking things
The ending (opening) sequence is incredibly focused on a guy we've not met yet, but with visual similarities to Nice. I've managed to avoid most of the promo stuff so I don't actually have a clue who this guy is, though the chess pieces make me think potential "chessmaster" archetype?
oh right. The part about the belief system that struck me the most was the way that Lin Ling's eye colour physically changed. Currently, we're getting all the mirror visuals and seeing Lin Ling's thoughts with him as "himself". I'm curious as to how far his "becoming" Nice will go and whether he'll be able to "return". There's also been a lack so far of information whatsoever about his life prior to this. Whether he has (had?) friends or family. He didn't seem to be calling anyone when he was at the top of the tower but that doesn't mean he *doesn't* have anyone.
Lin Ling's profession as an advertising guy in the context of the trust system. He tended to be on the back end of the marketing work rather than the forefront before this, sure, but it seems super relevant to me that his job was all about public perception. Also, the sheer number of advertising posters/video ads in the backdrop at all times was overwhelming but intentional. Weirdly, am being reminded of Go Go Loser Ranger with some of it
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