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I love your x stuff can you write one where reader is that one popular colleague that tries to get X attention but he doesn't budge until a co worker ask if they're dating one day to X and everything just short circulates because why would the popular and pretty colleague disturb him 24/7 even though their assigned office is rooms away?

| X x Reader. - cw - none. Bob is a dumbass.

X’s Placeholder/ Citizen name is ‘Bai Xizhuang’

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[ Employee of the Month ! [ L/N ], [ Name ] ]

“ Senior [ Name ] is so cool! “ One of your juniors exclaimed— Looking at the tablet hung high up on the wall, stars literally sparkling within their awestruck gaze, and like dominoes— The rest of your co-workers, and people from other departments crowded against the shiny LED screen, hands clasped- hands in pockets- hands out to take a photo.

A feminine voice then expressed— “ [ Name ] is literally my idol.. “ Delight and glee absolutely resolute within her voice, some nodded— some expressed far more comments that went beyond worship;

“ Aah! They’re so hot.. “ Murmurs that share the same sentiment spread across the company break-room, whispering to one another compliments upon compliments about you;

Another one then piped up, “ No wonder they got that promotion! Honestly.. They’re so perfect..! “ Do you guys get tired of this?

And where were you? Well, you just entered the room ( something you regretted in an instant. ) Someone spotted you in an instant, and not long— The crowd gathered around you, mantras upon mantras of praise- and uncensored devotion, as much as you could try and tell them to tone it down- to focus on their work- “ You’re so humble..! “ or even, “ [ Name ]’s so caring—! “

This was the dream reality of so many people— A trust value that surpassed the hundredths, the people who you surround yourself with practically kissing the ground you walked on, promotions- upon promotions, recommendations, invitations, dates and gifts- and so much more— yet..

Why can’t you get his attention?

Chatting away with the people— It was easy to miss, so easy to miss him. Someone that blended in the background as if they weren’t meant to be noticed- wasn’t meant to be seen, and yet you see him. So clearly, he was tall— had a pale complexion, dark hair— round glasses- someone who wouldn’t even stay long in someone's head-space- yet, he stayed in yours for so long.

Why can’t you get his attention? Why does everyone except him look at you—?

“ [ Name ]? Are you okay— you’re spacing out! If you’re tired.. or sick.. I can take over your shift..! “ Snapping back to reality, you looked back at the co-worker who offered, giving them a soft- warm smile, “ It’s fine, prioritize your own work more, I’ll feel bad if you only get more stressed because of me, haha. “ Gritty words easily flowed out of your mouth like a rehearsed line in a theater.

The sound of gasping—

The endless compliments—

And yet in the corner of your eye you watched as Bai Xizhuang take his cup of coffee, and in a flamboyant grace- he looked towards the crowd, your crowd— Wait! Oh he stole the sugar again..

How cute of you..

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X was honestly glad about the crowd that formed in the break-room, something along the murmurs of the ‘Employee of the Month’ type of business again; In all honesty, he could very much care less- Is what he would’ve thought had it not been you who got the title once more, while he wasn’t vying for such a title ( Heaven already knows how busy he is with his current one, ) It was amusing to see so many people in action adoring one person,

And he wasn’t a stranger to the concept, as X he’s used to it already- the comments ( the good and the explicit ones, ) The awe-struck gaze, the adoration that came with being worshiped; But as of right now he isn’t X, he’s Bai Xizhuang the normal office employee someone would be able to search on FOMO and go to the images, yeah- normal, boring, plain ol’ Bai Xizhuang.

..Right about the crowd, he’s so glad that you took the spotlight- Although as of current he noticed that you’ve been visiting the break-room at the same time as him always, ( could be coincidence though, ) which meant crowds would form and he’d be able to steal the sugar packets without being caught, which was pretty sweet.

Taking his mug of coffee towards his office space- something odd, something peculiar— was waiting for him at his desk, a small assortment of sweets wrapped in pink fabric. Raising his brow, he quietly set down his mug— simultaneously sitting down on his chair, as his fingers were about to touch the surprising gift- “ You know… I saw [ Name ] coming here awhile ago.. “ His co-worker in front of him spoke up,

Her eyes glistened with curiosity as she stared at the wrapped bundle on Bai Xizhuang’s desk— “ So I just gotta ask.. Are you guys.. secretly.. dating? “

“ Pardon? “

And in that very moment X experienced something he never thought he’d experience- A flashback sequence.

“ Hey- I was wondering if you have a spare sugar packet— ? “ Bai Xizhuang felt himself perk up the moment he heard your voice behind him- But the rational part of him believed that you weren’t talking to him, as if proven right another employee spoke up, “ [ Name ], were you talking to me? “ Leaving with his mug in hand- very faintly he heard,

‘I wasn’t..’ Must’ve been the wind, because soon after— “ Oh.. I was talking to.. never mind. Do you have an extra sugar pack? “ See? Logic always pursued in X’s mind, it wasn’t like the [ Name ], dubbed the 'office angel' was going to talk to someone as low-key as him, leaving the break room however— he felt a piecing gaze from the backside of his head..

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“ I heard that there’s going to be a joint celebration between the marketing and finance department this week! “ While X wasn’t exactly eavesdropping he was curious as to what the occasion was about for the company to allow the departments to throw something as extravagant as this— Then again X himself wouldn’t even be attending, hah.

“ Bai Xizhuang.. Are you going to join? “ A voice came from beside him, soft— gentle- unsure and nervous, turning to look beside him, oh, [ Name ]— Feeling the watchful gaze of many others looking at the both of you, he needed out- “ If you’re gonna go I was wondering if we could— “

“ I’m not going, “

He didn’t mean to cut you off mid-sentence— shit, “ Oh— forget what I just said haha— Bye.. “ Your smaller figure than scurried away back to the crowded table, “ [ Name ], are you gonna come? You are the marketing manager after al— “ One of your co-workers asked, giving them a soft and delicate nod and smile- he watched as you shook your head as a ‘no’ in response.

Why’d you do that?

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And many more instances that mirrored the ones that flashed through his head— Getting pulled back to reality, he stared wide-eyed ( for probably the first time ) at his colleague- glasses shining with a blinding light, almost as if it was on cue to block his expression, “ Are you and [ Name ].. Like, in cahoots? “ She reiterated, palm to the side of her mouth as she spoke in a hush-hush tone.

Bai Xizhuang could feel his cheeks flush— Just a bit, it wasn’t his imagination right? the flustered gazes you shoot to him, the way your voice became much more softer whenever you spoke to him, the rejected invites— Fuck.

“ Ah- ah.. No.. “ He responded, averting his gaze— He watched as she stared at him up and down; before sighing in disappointment, bringing her hand back down she adjusted her posture— And spun the office chair around, turning her head to the side, her eyes stared directly at Bai Xizhuang.

“ Shame, you guys look too good together— word of advice, you should take your chance with her before another man sweeps her off her feet y’know- jus’ saying, “ She huffed out, before returning back to her work— The loud clacking of pressed keys then returned.

Stunned- [ Name ] likes him?.. Turning down to look at pink bundle, he then carefully unwrapped it, and true to his assumption it was filled with sweets- coffee, salted caramel, strawberry—The kinds of flavors he loved, and the letter, his eyes then looked for the initials..

It was your initials.

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The Many Failures of Lila's Writing

There are three main issues with Lila Rossi (or whatever her name is): she was introduced too early, she doesn't fill a unique role in the story, and her lies are too over the top for her to feel like a good villain. Let's go through that list in order because the issues build to create the show's most annoying character even though her setup could have led to a legitimately great character who we would have all loved to hate.

Issue 1: Lila Shows Up Three Seasons Too Early

Lila is introduced in the final episode of season one and then essentially disappears from the show for a full season. The only time we see her in season two is her brief appearance in season two's finale where she takes on the role of Volpina again in order to help Gabriel fake Ladybug's death. That's also the episode where we learn that Lila has been "in Achu" for some unknown amount of time.

[image: a list of Lila's season two appearances (source)]

Season three sees Lila show up with reasonable regularity (8 episodes, none of which are two-parters) and we get a real conflict with her, truly establishing her as a villain who lies like crazy and who wants to destroy Marinette.

Then season four comes and Lila is once again forgotten about. She shows up more than she did in season two, but only as a background character and most episodes don't see her at all. She doesn't have a single line until the final three episodes of the season and her role in these episodes is exceedingly minor. She does a few petty things to remind you that she's awful, but she's not the focus of the plot. She's just there to remind you that she exists and to establish her and Chloe as coconspirators of some sort.

[image: a list of Lila's season four appearances (source)]

Then season five comes and Lila is back to being an active antagonist. She shows up in almost every episode and we even get her very lackluster defeat.

This is some of the worst pacing that I have ever seen. It's honestly impressively bad. I hope the issue speaks for itself, but in case it doesn't, you don't chop a story up like this without a good reason and, frankly, there isn't one. Lila's introduction, villain setup, and defeat should have all take place over the course of a season or two, forming a mini arc.

Just in case you don't know what that is, most stories have a main conflict that drives the whole narrative (ex: getting the butterfly miraculous back) but within that story you have lots of mini stories. Things that get resolved so that it feels like things are moving forward and so that the audience stays engaged. If you don't get any satisfying resolutions until five seasons in (or more), then the audience will start to get annoyed or just stop watching. It's also a good way to keep expectations from getting built up too high. If every season or every other season has a satisfying conclusion to some big conflict, then you don't leave everything riding on the big finale.

By chopping Lila's story up, you made the audience spend four seasons dreaming of her defeat. Expectations were sky high. She's more hated than Gabe! If she's been introduced mid season 4 and had the exact same story arc, then her lackluster take down would be a mild disappointment and not a major issue for most of the fandom.

Issue 2: Lila and Chloe Should Never have Coexisted

When it comes to story telling, characters fill roles. Ladybug is the lead. Alya is the plucky best friend. Gabriel is the big bad. Etc. Etc.

Generally speaking, you only want one character in a given role. Having two or more characters in the same role leads to character bloat where characters are fighting for screen time because they don't have a clear place in the story. This is especially true for key antagonistic roles. It's a lot easier to balance two best friends than it is to balance two big bads.

Enter Chloe and Lila.

I've mentioned before that I thought that Chloe was going to be redeemed. The reason I thought this was not because of anything to do with Chloe. It was because the show introduced Lila and, narratively speaking, Lila and Chloe are the same character. They're both petty school bullies whose main job is to cause trouble for Marinette while she's at school and to give setups for akumas.

However, in terms of perceived threat, Lila is the bigger badder Chloe. No one but Sabrina likes Chloe. Everyone but Marinette likes Lila. Chloe doesn't make plans. Lila lives to manipulate and plot. If you're going to get rid of Chloe, Lila is who you'd replace her with. That's just how this works.

One of the most well known examples of this type of setup is Zuko and Azula from Avatar the Last Airbender. Zuko is the main antagonist of season one, but season two sees him step out of that role as he starts his journey of self-discovery and redemption. And who is introduced at the end of seasons one? Azula, Zuko's evil, more powerful sister. In season two, Azula fills Zuko's former role, but also makes things feel more serious because she's a bigger badder Zuko.

This brings us back to a big part of issue one. Namely, Lila's ongoing disappearing act. She only does that because of Chloe.

Chloe is a much easier villain to write. She doesn't have to hide anything. She is openly petty and evil. So if you're going to pick a character for a petty conflict, you're going to pick Chloe. The only time Lila gets pulled in is when the drama revolves around lies because Chloe is actually a strikingly honest character. She rarely lied prior to her "friendship" with Lila because, for the most part, Chloe doesn't care if everyone hates her. She only cares about the opinions of a chosen few. (Or, at least, she acts like she does.)

For Lila to work, Chloe needed to be redeemed or written off the show. The best proof of this is season five, where Chloe straight up becomes Lila's minion because the writers had to force that relationship if they wanted to have both characters involved in the plot. It's also why season four saw Chloe suddenly obsessed with Marinette when, prior to that, Chloe bullied everyone. The only way to team Chloe and Lila up was to give them a common goal and that didn't exist in the first three seasons.

So, building off of point one, Lila should have been introduced much later and she should have stepped into Chloe's shoes after Chloe either switched roles or completely left the show.

Issue 3: The Lies

I think that we can all agree that Lila is a terrible liar. Even a toddler could see through the BS that spews from her mouth. There are multiple satisfying Lila takedown fics that don't involve clever plots to beat her. They involve Alya or someone else doing a google search because - even with the declining quality of that tool - that's still all that it would take to prove what Lila is.

This is a really bad way to write a character who is supposed to be a master manipulator. Especially when she's going to be the next big bad. They desperately needed to tone her down.

For example, DON'T have her claim to be Ladybug's best friend. Have her claim that Ladybug saved her. That would still go up on the Ladyblog and, more importantly, it would be a lot harder to disprove. I doubt that Ladybug remembers everyone she saves so no one would fault Alya for just taking that at face-value, but Marinette could still instantly peg Lila as a liar.

Tinnitus from saving Jagged Stone's cat? How about tinnitus from being too close to the speakers at Jagged Stone's latest concert? The concert where Lila even got to meet him because she had back stage passes. Once again, hard to disprove. Jagged meets a lot of fans. I doubt he'd be able to tell you that she was lying.

And definitely don't have her openly state that she's a liar. The fact that she did that and was STILL able to manipulate the adult characters is abysmal writing. Especially because it comes right before Lila disappears for a season, giving the impression that her confession essentially defeated her, only for the show to go PSYCH! No one cares about her confession, it meant nothing for the Lila conflict.

I've had someone tell me that they think that Lila's lies were suppose to be a joke and, to be fair, that's plausible. The show relies on a lot of ridiculous humor. If Lila had shown up later, then this might have worked. But because Lila has been around for so long, we've all had time to think about her lies and build up the expectation of how they'd be handled.

I don't just mean Lila being exposed. I mean the fallout of all of her "fans" having to deal with the truth of who Lila really is, an issue that I won't go into here because this is already super long and I think that the issue of how her lies effect characters like Nino and Alya is pretty well understood.

There's also the Chloe thing. Chloe is very over the top, so replacing her with a character who is over the top in a different, more terrifying way would have made some sense. But Chloe's still here and she's more ridiculous than ever, so Lila matching that ridiculous just makes them an annoying duo that we all have to suffer through. Their team up was one of the most forced elements of seasons five. I just do not buy that Chloe would ever subject herself to being someone's minion. When it comes to that team up, the hand of the author is glaring.

Conclusion/Final Thoughts

Manipulative characters are fun. They make for fantastic villains and Lila could have been one of these fantastic villain, especially if Gabriel was played as more sympathetic. If there were lines that Gabriel wouldn't cross, then Lila getting the butterfly would be terrifying. As-is, I don't see how she's any worse than the dude who created Chat Blanc. Plus I'm not even sure why she needs the butterfly. She could already get anything she wanted with minimal effort because her lying powers are so OP. Like, why should I care about that twist? What has changed with the passing of the butterfly? The stakes have not been raised. If anything, they've been lowered.

Lila is just your generic evil villain who is evil for evil's sake. The heroes already hate her. Finding out that she's the big bad is not emotionally devastating. If anything, Marinette should be thrilled that she finally has an excuse to punch Lila.

It's possible that the writers will give Lila an interesting back story, but because she's been around for five seasons, I don't have any faith that they will. I mean, what was the point of introducing her all the way back in season one if you weren't going to use that to set her up in a satisfying way? I've seen people say to just wait and see and wait for what? They couldn't manage to pull off Gabriel's defeat or Chloe's defeat/redemption or Lila's first takedown in a way that was narratively satisfying. Why should I give them a chance to disappoint me with Lila's next take down? Three strikes and you're out!

@tallwriter as requested, there are my thoughts on Lila. As with every character in this show, I think she deserved better. She could have been great. She's one of the worst examples of squandered potential because everything about her was done wrong.

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Theory of Love Episode 5: 10 Things I Hate About You

We have hit a stretch of actually good movies, and I'm so grateful. This week we got to revisit one of my old favorites, a gem of the modern Shakespeare adaption pantheon: 10 Things I Hate About You. Here's the plot, in brief:

Cameron transfers to a new high school and instantly falls for Bianca, a girl whose father notoriously won't let her date and has just set a new rule: she can only start dating when her older sister Kat does. Kat is known as "difficult" and anti-social, so Cameron and his buddy cook up a scheme to recruit resident "bad boy" Patrick to date her, using the asshole popular guy Joey as a stooge to pay him. Patrick falls for Kat for real in the course of this scheme, Kat eventually finds out he lied to her, and things blow up before we cut to the happy resolution.

It was fun to revisit this movie, which has a really solid narrative underpinning its many hilarious lines (shoutout to the Bard). It holds up pretty well, minus some trappings of the era that led to the inevitable casual ableism and homophobia, and it was a real pleasure to see Heath Ledger on my screen again. The main problem with this film is that the resolution comes too easily: after only one minor argument when Kat uncovers the Big Lie, she has a breakdown and forgives Patrick for tricking her without making him suffer at all, and the other dudes who were involved in deceiving her don't even acknowledge their part in it, let alone atone. Unsatisfying!

Re-watching Theory of Love, I wonder if the creators felt the same way about the lack of real atonement and growth on Patrick's part, because boy are they going to make damn sure Khai pays for every mistake he makes in this first half of the story. That begins this week with Third distancing himself from Khai in the wake of learning about the scheme Khai and Bone ran on him to test his feelings. But of course, Khai doesn't know Third overheard him and Third won't tell him why he's mad, so the two of them circle each other in this episode getting increasingly frustrated as they fail to communicate and Third tries and fails to go back to treating Khai like a friend.

Because Third is still very hurt and angry, and he can't suppress it or stop himself from lashing out at Khai. He starts off this episode with a very literal task taken from the title of this week's film by making a list of Khai's flaws to try to talk himself out of liking him (he seems to have missed that Kat's poem is not actually about Patrick's flaws, but the opposite--one thing I've learned from this project is that Third is pretty bad at media analysis). Third continues to hold Khai to a totally different standard than everyone else--notice he excuses Bone's own involvement in the scheme that hurt him while holding a firm grudge against Khai and refusing to tell him what he's upset about--so Third overreacts to Khai bringing a date around and acts like a bitch, and Khai doesn't understand why Third is acting this way so he's an even bigger bitch in return. Their fighting in this episode is painful to watch. No one can cut you quite like the person who knows you best.

Khai can't possibly give Third what he wants until Third tells him, but Third is unwilling to talk to him about it. Not that I can really blame Third for that, because Khai is not ready to receive a love confession from his best friend. The whole reason they got into this latest mess is because Khai was determined to prove Third doesn't like him that way. He wants to keep him as his best friend, and the idea that Third might want something different is not welcome. We saw Khai's hurt in this episode when Third suddenly started treating him differently without explaining, we saw him get upset when Third blew up at him for "whoring around" and return his nasty energy, and we saw him regret and go to Third to apologize the next day, because he cares about this friendship. I thought it was interesting that in their fight this episode Khai told Third he's not his "wife." Part of Khai knows exactly what's going on here, and he is not yet ready to admit it to himself. Third doesn't want to be his friend, and that's the heart of the issue.

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Michael Douglas acquired the film rights to "One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest" from his father, Kirk Douglas, who had been trying to bring the story to the big screen for years. Kirk had starred in a successful Broadway adaptation of the novel in the 1960s and believed in its cinematic potential, but Hollywood studios remained unconvinced. When Kirk’s attempts to produce the film stalled, he passed the rights to his son, hoping that a younger, more determined producer might succeed where he had struggled.

Michael Douglas faced immediate resistance from major studios, which viewed the story as too dark and uncommercial. The novel, written by Ken Kesey, was a critical success, but its themes of mental illness, authority, and rebellion against institutional control were not seen as bankable. Hollywood executives hesitated, fearing that audiences would reject a film set in a psychiatric hospital with a cast of mentally ill patients. Many believed that the project lacked a clear hero and had no traditional romance or uplifting resolution.

Despite these challenges, Michael Douglas remained committed. He partnered with Saul Zaentz, a record producer with a passion for film, and together they sought a director who could bring the story to life. They approached Miloš Forman, a Czechoslovakian filmmaker who had fled his home country after the Soviet invasion of 1968. Forman had an outsider’s perspective on authority and rebellion, making him the perfect choice to direct the adaptation. However, convincing Forman to take the project was not easy. Living in financial hardship in New York, Forman initially misunderstood Douglas' offer, believing that he had lost the opportunity. When the misunderstanding was corrected, Forman enthusiastically accepted, seeing the film as a powerful statement on individual freedom.

Casting the lead role of Randle McMurphy proved to be one of the most difficult hurdles. Kirk Douglas had played McMurphy on stage and wanted to reprise the role, but Michael knew that his father was too old for the part by the mid-1970s. Hollywood stars were reluctant to commit, unsure if the film would be a success. Actors such as Marlon Brando and Gene Hackman were considered, but it was Jack Nicholson who ultimately agreed to take on the role. Nicholson’s involvement gave the film credibility, and his portrayal of McMurphy would go on to define his career.

Once filming began, challenges continued. The production took place at Oregon State Hospital, a real psychiatric institution, where many scenes were shot among actual patients. Forman insisted on using method acting techniques, encouraging the cast to stay in character even off-camera. Some actors spent weeks observing real patients to perfect their performances. Louise Fletcher, who played Nurse Ratched, found it difficult to maintain her cold and authoritarian demeanor, as she was naturally warm and kind. She later admitted that she struggled emotionally during production, but Forman’s insistence on realism helped create one of cinema’s most chilling antagonists.

Tensions ran high on set, particularly between Forman and the cast. The director’s perfectionism led to numerous takes, frustrating Nicholson, who was used to working with more improvisational directors. At one point, Nicholson clashed with Forman over the film’s pacing, leading to heated arguments. Despite this, both men remained committed to the project, and their creative differences ultimately enhanced the film’s intensity.

Michael Douglas, though working behind the scenes as a producer, played a crucial role in ensuring that the film stayed true to Kesey’s vision. He fought against studio interference, refusing to allow the film’s darker elements to be watered down. Many executives pushed for a more conventional Hollywood ending, but Douglas and Forman resisted. They remained loyal to the novel’s message, knowing that the film’s emotional impact depended on its unflinching honesty.

When "One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest" was finally released in 1975, it became a phenomenon. Audiences responded to its raw storytelling, and critics praised Nicholson’s performance and Forman’s direction. The film went on to sweep the Academy Awards, winning Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor for Nicholson, Best Actress for Fletcher, and Best Adapted Screenplay. It was only the second film in history to win all five major Oscars, a feat that solidified its place in cinematic history.

Michael Douglas' struggle to get "One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest" made was an uphill battle, but his persistence paid off. His vision, combined with Forman’s direction and Nicholson’s unforgettable performance, transformed what Hollywood had dismissed as an uncommercial project into one of the most celebrated films of all time.

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The Lost Child of Brante: I don't think I've been as impressed with a story since the ending of the BLQ/Maxie/Bailey story. The climax was excellent, turning a garbage retcon into something worth watching. I'm glad they actually put something into Gio rather than him existing to be nice and play violin. Of course, everyone will forgive everyone so I'm not keen on BLQ's rage being permanent...especially not where Lulu is concerned. Speaking of...

DeLulu: This is a Spencer family hate account. Always. The fact that she is still as pushy and nosy and annoying as she was pre-coma and pre-3rd recast is quite something. I'm glad everyone and their mom was like "Don't do this," and she did it, and the move was "We told you not to do it, and like a dumb bitch, you didn't listen." These consequences for her are short-term of course, while she gets to stomp around and act like a disgruntled high schooler because her crush got mad at her, and that'll be long-term. And yes, Gio should beat her up. Then BLQ. Then-

The Millow/Drillow Shitshow: Wiley and Amelia can and should go into foster care. Neither parent is fit to have custody of them, be it their mob-aligned daddy or their philandering mommy/aunt. I get Michael is "hot" now but we all seem to forget that this is MICHAEL we are talking about. Trust me, once everything is resolved and Willow obviously loses, you all will go right back to hating him, just as God intended. I'm glad there are low blows on either end because it pumps up the soapy drama of it all, but further lobotomizing Willow with old-man dick was...a choice that was certainly made. I mean I've always hated her, so my opinion hasn't really changed all that much. The only other resolution here is someone popping Drew in the head execution-style. That would be nice.

Agent Jaws Jokes: EM needs to fuck off. What a garbage story, another garbage story where we're led to believe Josslyn Jacks is the almighty It Girl. She has zero instincts, zero subtlety, and zero fucking braincells. A man who had a new storyline and new love interest that people would invest into got fired because he was no longer benefitting her. So then what? This story flops and she gets to eat another story like her TV mom? You got Emma Scorpio-Drake on screen, with BB acting her ass off, and you decide that Dalton picks Joss despite Emma being his top student and someone he is physically attracted to. In a logical world, Emma still gets picked. In this world, Joss can't ever lose. This girl is an albatross and needs to GO. NOW. PS - Vaughn's actor is married, so so much for attempting to shove a showmance down our throats, huh? Too bad.

Trai Something...Anything: Do I like Trina and Kai? Sure. They're fine. I'd like them more if the writers invested into the pair as people, like they are with Gio/Emma (who I also like btw). But even then, TA is on contract. Her last leading story was the Curtis paternity reveal, and I don't recall her ever having a prominent enough spot in it compared to Portia's bullshit. TPTB knows they can stick her anywhere as support and act like it's fine, but would rather not spend time giving her a story she's owed. I'm not even talking about grieving Spencer or going to find him, I'm talking about ANYTHING. Investing in her art interest is a great place to start, which could put her in a caper/mystery or tangling w/ a stalker a la Ava/Ryan. Or hell, even being the villain and keeping secrets and lying about whatever, which gives her center stage. Just...give Trina something to DO! Playing support does not count!

Sidwell Crosby: So Jenz is both a shady dickhead and an upstanding member of society? It can't be both. If he's meant to be the villain, having him engage in illegal resource practices by word-of-mouth means nothing. This version of Sidwell is so scrubbed clean from when he came on, and it's a bit jarring. Like sure, bullying Natalia and loving his gay son is great and all, but what else is he here for? How long are we going to drag him out until he's cornered and does a 180 to twirl his cartoon mustache? Figure him out and get a move on.

Krashtina: if anyone has fallen from grace, it's the once-hopeful mafia heiress. Seeing Alexis be twisted into knots to protecr this psychopath makes me so sad. Kristina deserves prison time for trying to kill Ava, and almost killing Elizabeth and Ric (my beloved, my king). Not even the headstrong, impulsive, grounded Krisrina that LA embodied would pull shit like this. I'm grateful every day that I have my own version...

Dead Dad Walking: Thank God we're done with faux Sasha/Jason. I don't know who thought that was a good idea for a placeholder until Michael was recasted. If you want to recycle soap stories, maybe try completely different characters for it? Just an idea. I never fucked with Jason so my opinion of his is the same, but I want justice for Sasha. Not just for the potential further trauma porn, but for this stupid idea that she needs to be "independent" by not earning money and being the chef for a rich family. I just...why???

Misc: LnL2 don't inspire anything in me. Give both RH & JJ something better to do. Move on from this referendum - put up or shut up (even though Ezra Boyle is lowkey fun). Pair Jordan and Isaiah back up PLEASE. Truck Nuts can fuck off; pairing him with Molly and expecting the dynamic to be her scolding him and cleaning up his tantrums makes me miss Dex/Molly that much more.

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: June 15, 2025

Reworked Group #4: S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S.

Overview

Tequila and Red Eye successfully dismantled a rogue military organisation engaged in illicit human trafficking and arms dealing, which had also planned to launch a global bioterrorist attack in collaboration with the Pipovulaj. The plot involved spreading a plague to control the population, transforming numerous innocent civilians into violent Man Eaters as a means to create a twisted form of super soldier. Impressed by the exceptional performance of Tequila and Red Eye as highly capable spies, the Intelligence Agency and Regular Army jointly established a covert operations branch, S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S., through a mutual agreement.

The S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. is responsible for gathering intelligence and managing information to prevent public panic and global hysteria. They provide their members with specialised training in high-risk covert operations that surpass the scope of regular Intelligence Agency agents, which are all conducted with utmost discretion and situational awareness. Some of these special covert operation missions involve precision targeting of high-priority threats and strategic disruption of complex criminal schemes.

They're known to have the fewest members among the military branches of the Regular Army, often numbering between 100 and 150. This small size means that each agent is familiar with the others, even if they're not family, friends or acquaintances. This familiarity significantly contributes to their nearly perfect teamwork achievements, allowing them to complete duties more quickly and efficiently when working together.

Insignia

It features a cerulean square Iberian shield, rimmed with a spiky teal vine that’s outlined in bronze. Above the shield, the words "S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S." are inscribed in bluish-white, surmounting a stylized pair of bronze eyes with a yellowish-white star at their centre. The shield is flanked by a stylized peregrine falcon holding a gilded blade on the right side and a male house sparrow clutching an olive branch on the left side.

S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. Base

The Intelligence Division is tactically positioned adjacent to the Joint Military Police Headquarters, deeply entrenched within a dense and remote forest in Northern Russia. The rectangular military compound features a forest-inspired camouflage colour scheme, a secure warehouse for military vehicles, multiple surveillance cameras, and several elevators leading to a subterranean base. They have a rooftop array of parabolic antennas that enables real-time surveillance, threat detection, and situational awareness, preventing surprise attacks and informing strategic decision-making. The base features comprehensive protection through an advanced security system and a defensive magnetic field, which automatically activates in response to potential threats, safeguarding against enemy attacks.

The base features a state-of-the-art command and surveillance centre, equipped with cutting-edge technological systems to orchestrate and execute operations. Additional facilities include:

An armoury housing the group’s most cutting-edge, high-clearance weaponry and specialised ordnance.

A high-tech meeting room with a high-resolution, encrypted display screen and multi-axis, AI-enhanced holographic projection system.

A state-of-the-art gymnasium for maintaining elite physical readiness, featuring biometric monitoring systems and AI-driven training programs.

A fully equipped, high-tech medical bay with regenerative treatment capabilities and telemedicine connectivity for remote expert consultation.

A secure dining area serving optimised, nutrient-rich rations for peak performance.

A high-security quarters with biometrically locked storage for personal gear and AI-monitored, secure communication arrays.

A Combat Academy, led by Margaret Southwood, featuring a heavily fortified training area with advanced combat simulation zones, tactical obstacle courses, stealth and surveillance training areas, and high-tech weapons testing ranges.

Extra Information

S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. stands for Special Pursuit Agents and Rapid Response Operations Worldwide Strikeforce.

Members of the S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. are commonly known as "Sparrowers" or "Following Falconers", reflecting their affiliation with the unit and their close relationship with the P.F. Squad.

Despite being part of an elite covert operations branch, Sparrowers face a significant pay disparity: males earn a quarter of the average government agent's salary, while females earn about a third. Additionally, underperforming Sparrowers, both male and female, experience further financial hardship due to delayed salary payments, often waiting between one to two months to receive their overdue compensation.

The S.P.A.R.R.O.W.S. conduct their covert operations in collaboration with the Peregrine Falcons Squad who provide primary firepower and protection for their agents.

The handguns carried by Sparrowers are the Murder Model-1915 .38 Mk.1Am or Classic Murder .38 for short. It’s a double-action revolver that features a 6-round cylinder. Originally designed to enhance the Enfield No.2 .38 Caliber revolver in 1915, the Murder Model retained only the frame and grip from the original. All other components were replaced with newer parts in later years.

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051: Fight n Rage

If Maiden Cops was a cheeky pin up poster, Fight n Rage is pure fetish art. The detail and attention it lavishes on every aspect of its play and presentation is downright pornographic. There’s a lascivious eye for the arcade image, obvious before the game even starts. The opening blasts you with eye searing CRT and phosphor effects, and the opening loading screen mimics the startup sequence of Capcom’s CPS arcade games.

Fight n Rage is obsessed with the feelings of the arcade, and to that effect it opts not for a strict recreation of the era’s pixel art, but an exaggerated one, emphasized with high resolution scaling effects that squash and stretch the art to add impact, and layered transparencies and parallax to create thick atmosphere. Character design follows suit, with thinly clad women sporting figures so bouncy and buxom they could make members of Team Ninja blush. Men are perfect inverse pyramids, rippling with so many muscles some of them are literal animals. 

Mechanics and aesthetics pull from a wide range of inspirations, combining the mutant mayhem of TMNT, Streets of Rage’s urban chaos, and Alien Vs. Predators’ massive enemy swarms. The 90’s edgelord worldview is on full display, presenting a world where mutated animals have upheaved the current order, corralling humans into warehouses to be slaughtered and enslaved, led by a fascistic leader named The Boss, and his crew of lieutenants. Blood and bodies litter the landscape, and enemies explode into clouds of blood and bones when finished off. 

Not only does it look the part, but it plays the part, too, creating a hybrid of all its inspirations that plays at a blazing speed. There’s a full training mode--complete with ranked combo trials--and it definitely has the technical depth to justify it. Each character drastically changes how you approach the game, even if they fall into the usual archetypes of (say it with me) fast, strong and all rounder. 

Your basic moveset is fluid, with dashes, dash jumps, sidesteps, grapples and a variety of chain combos and specials that double as movement tools. Attacks have tons of cancel routes, giving a huge variety of methods to build combos, allowing you to improvise to fit the situation. Chain combos can end in forward or backward throws, be canceled into dashes, jumps or specials, each option providing utility for crowd control or extending damage. 

In a system inspired by Streets of Rage 3, Specials change depending on direction and character state, and are powered by a rapidly filling special meter---or your health if you’re desperate and can’t wait. By removing the strict health cost, it turns what are usually panic moves into integral parts of your moveset, allowing conservative players a free combo breaker, and daring reckless players to trade their health to go for even bigger damage. 

The freedom of options is counterweighted by the sheer difficulty of the game. Enemies arrive in swarms, and a bad move can be punished by smaller enemies locking you down, or strong enemies pulling off full combos or command grabs. Fight n Rage demands good genre fundamentals, asking you to constantly pay attention to spacing and enemy patterns among the chaos. 

You can use your aggression and the generous continue system to progress through the game through attrition, but staying calm and playing defensive loops back around into rewarding you with big damage thanks to the addition of grab techs and Street Fighter III style parries. Tapping jump when grabbed will allow you to break out of a grab and repel the enemy, and pressing forward right before an attack hits causes a short freeze and instantly refills your special bar, allowing you an invincible reversal that will totally deny their momentum. 

By the end of the game it was almost as if I was playing a fighting game. I’d look for patterns, and intentionally bait out attacks to go for a parry or grab tech, allowing me to blow through their armor and start a big punish combo, or eating one myself for my arrogance. 

Admittedly, my initial playthroughs were made harder by my choice of character, Gal. She’s positioned as the main protagonist by the key art, and represents the extremes of Fight n Rage, with an endless well of tech to explore, but the lowest health and harshest punishments for failure. Runs are extremely volatile with only two or three bad moves able to get you killed. It makes learning the basics of the game more difficult, but with more experience she can be at almost any area of the screen in mere moments, transitioning between the ground and air at any time. 

F. Norris, the ninja with a very familiar looking face, is the crowd control specialist of the game. He has three variations of his Hurricane Kick that can reposition him quickly, draw in groups of enemies, or get him out of trouble. His slide and divekick allow him to weave in and out of crowds, where his flying suplex gives him an escape option or big AOE damage. He doesn’t have the easy multi-hit confirms of Gal, but there’s plenty of tech that requires decent execution to pull off, and his burst damage on pulling off a grab tech or parry is fantastic. 

Ricardo, the minotaur man, is the simplest of the three and the game’s dedicated grappler. He has a slow walk speed and short dash, with a more limited moveset that relies on using his grab to reposition the crowd, and his lariat to escape pressure and extend combos. Even he’s got some powerful burst movement though, with the momentum of his dash able to be canceled into a jump to launch him across the screen. From there he can pound in the enemies’ heads, bouncing up to follow with a dropkick and lariat, or landing to start his vortex of grabs. 

Ricardo’s plight also reveals Fight n Rage’s surprisingly earnest take on its edgelord aesthetics. Human slavery, meat factories and brutal betrayal lend the game shock factor, but the game plays it all straight. Ricardo’s fight to end the violent regime of other mutants is given genuine gravitas during his story, and through other character stories we even find out he’s been organizing alongside human survivors. It’s simple, but it doesn’t play at any irony, and kind of reveals Ricardo to be the real protagonist of the game. 

Ricardo’s story makes up the main throughline, but there’s a total of 56 variations routes for the story, with small changes to the dialogue and eight possible endings, depending on which character you play, if you’re solo, teamed up with another character, or have all three characters together. 

A full run can be completed in less than thirty minutes, but you’ll likely spend hours reaching that point, since even on normal Fight n Rage is going to require clean pl;ay to see the end. You’re provided with three lives, and you can force your way through but the process is going to be tedious unless you learn its mechanics. Thankfully the game has a host of modes to learn all its tricks, and even an unlockable turbo mode to make future playthroughs even faster. 

Fight n Rage is a gamer that initially set my standard for the genre when I originally played it, with many modern brawlers falling flat in comparison, unable to compete in presentation or player expression. Returning to it years later and I can feel my appreciation for it grow stronger, as my skills have improved and it’s revealed more nuances I didn’t appreciate the first time around. Even with the recent surge of entries into the genre, Fight n Rage still represents a definitive entry in the genre for me, one that’s unlikely to be dethroned any time soon. 

[ran-orimoto]

[ Like always, @teclajellymon made me notice I hadn’t cross-posted my monthly (laughing) Junzumi one-shot here, so ,thank you, Tecla. Again.This time I offer you a different Junzumi, not really the one you’re used to because Izumi isn’t really that present in this, except in an indirect way. Actually I think it’s high time I started dealing with creating a family background for Izumi , and soon for Junpei as well. So, something different for September. But hello, it’s already October✨ .]

{La gente che incontri nella pioggia } | {Those you meet under the rain}

If Blitzmon hated him so much, because there was no way he could bring himself to believe he was detested by Nature itself, he should tell him that right away, so they could find a good compromise allowing him to live a normal life.

He wasn’t asking for that much. He just wanted to be safely allowed to jump on a train taking him far from home, get off at a random stop, take a stroll through the narrow streets of a park and their shadows, wandering in a maze made of hundred alleys.

Until it dawned on him the building complex he had been led to looked way too familiar along with that little square before it, the benches, the trees scattering leaves on their white marble, the residents hurrying to the glass door, eager to go back home after a long work day and just giving a glance to that young bizarre stranger they had never seen before.

Probably.

And his ravings, with which he had been repeating the same two or three sentences, suddenly quieted down, getting stuck in his throat as if to warn him there was someone else who wanted to talk as much as he wanted to, though with much more resolution.

…

“If you…I just…I mean, nothin-“ He knew it was just a mischievous illusion that had just made him believe the scenario in front of him had shaken like if devastated by an earthquake.

Still, what came afterwards, the chilly feeling of drops falling on the tip of his fingers, the sensation of wiping them as they slipped down his skin was real, just like the expletive he soon muttered with all the irritation building up in his bosom.

At that point, after having done, indeed, not done that so many times, it would have been better if he just gave up getting angry at himself and that matching part of his spirit he had left who knew where.

He was a peculiar gone case, constantly perservering in forgetting his umbrella at home. Buttoning his shirt up downstairs while keeping the TV turned on in the background, a woman blabbing and pointing at a map dotted with glowing clouds dominating the screen, hadn’t helped, either, apparently.

Blitzmon had nothing to do with his tendency to make the same mistakes all over again, no matter Izumi herself had scolded him over that once, back when he had showed up at a meeting of their group soaking wet from head to toe…Grinning like an idiot because he believed that would magically calm her down. He hated being treated like Takuya and that afternoon she unfortunately had, which was the reason why he hadn’t been able to enjoy the rare shower of attention he had been receiving by no one else but her.

Much stronger than before, no longer sounding like someone shifting furniture by making wood legs slid and screech against the floor, the second thunder of that tempest ensured Junpei heard its roar loud and clear at that round.

Ok, ok, I get it. it’s high time I went back home.

After all he had nothing to do there.

Needless to underline how he didn’t dare to speak after that rumble, but even if he had had, his usual blabbing would have come out in the form of incoherent stutters, even worse than the ones he had been fighting against for hours. To the boy who’s still deathly afraid of the voice of the skies, those shouts would almost sound deafening, like the steps of giant dinosaurs created by special effects in those documentaries he often enjoyed watching; like the prelude to an imminent end of the world.

Thus, petrified yet trembling at the same time, - out of both terror and cold-, unable to go further or back, he stood still in the heart of that cascade seeming to have gained tonnes in weight. Water was getting heavier, thicker, freezing, infiltrating not only in his shoes and socks, but also in the opening spaces of his gakuran.

If he was restored to his mobility, he was sure he would stay where he was, maybe exploiting that silent bless just to crouch down and sigh, because the subsequent, abrupt drop of temperature was brought by a mist of condensation quickly swallowing his surroundings in a humid blur. He had paradoxically got lost in a place he knew pretty well. Though he was aware in what exact spot he was, he found himself getting progressively confused about which direction would have led him to the station in brighter, -literally and figuratively-, circumstances. Whether he headed for right or left, or took the path behind him ,whose contours were fading in the spectral greyness in leaps and bounds, it wasn’t granted he wouldn’t disappear as well, swift hypothesis that made him resign to the fact he had exchanged his rationality for a mush of nonsense.

Like usual, nothing new there. No matter how often he would keep on getting caught in the storm, he would always go through all the stages of that descent into the most recondite parts of his brain: it was precisely in those moments when he tossed the crumbs of his common sense away like bread thrown at pidgeons, he would understand why they had been secluded in such depths.

In most cases he would manage to snap out of it by himself. The puzzle his present had transformed into would tidy its tiles; the shivers running up and down his body would start making him feel more alive than ever; his orbs, which had been wide open for the whole time being, would feel like having just come out from the darkness to make him realize there was another kind of fog that should concern him more than the one hovering over Shinjuku, and he would need to dissipate it as soon as possible before he developed a cold or worse.

He would with his willpower, his hands, or…An umbrella.

An umbrella that wasn’t his, of course. Although he was in that emaciated state, he could have never had doubts about that.

The metallic tip pointed at his chest, piercing through the pall of moisture like a sword, didn’t obviously belong to him.

He blinked at the item suspended in the air, exclusively focusing on its cylindrical shape as if it was being held by an invisible ghost and not by a tall man in the flesh. It could be stated he was ignoring that silhouette on purpose, not finding it reassuring to acknowledge the only elements of the enviroment that were clearly visible were that stranger and his two umbrellas, -the one he had unsheathed against him and another perched on his shoulder to protect his well-combed strands from the rain. His blonde strands.

“Prendi,” To him, it was much easier to convince himself an umbrella had just spoken with a tenebrous tone, -in italian, nonetheless!-, than accepting that man, an ordinary human, had. “Oh! I’m talking to you,” Still, Junpei’s foolish intent became increasingly harder due to those tugs given to the item to highlight the peremptory message. “Will you grab this umbrella, per l’amor del cielo…? Oh mio Dio, possibile che siate tutti degli idioti?”

Now there were so many other things making him shudder: the tangible exasperation expressed in an advanced italian, almost dialectal, which he would have never been able to translate without a vocabulary, the boiling impatience clashing with the azure of peaceful mornings, wrinkles creating furrows on the surface of a wide forehead, -the type itself you would associate with men endowed with remarkable intelligence-.

No…It wasn’t weird. He might not be a great observant, -or so he was bound to believe for reasons-, but back when Izumi had decided to organize her twelfth birthday party at her place, oh if he hadn’t stared.

It wasn’t a miracle if he could still recall some specific details after years from that day, still vividly blushing at the memory of her endeared mother giggling at that Junpei-Kun being such a shy child, unlike the other boys, even someone as reserved as Kouji who had been amiably chatting with the welcoming couple, quenching their lovely curiosity’s thirst by replying to any question of theirs.

In his defence, he couldn’t help it: in spite of how different she looked from Izumi, with those soft auburn curls framing her angular features, the woman was so beautiful he hadn’t been able to keep himself from wondering Izumi would grow up in such a gorgeous adult someday. Whenever she asked him about his hobbies, he would avert his gaze and stammer on his own answer, which would make the woman gently laugh and occasionally coo.

He absolutely wasn’t like that, but he had let Izumi’s parents temporarily consider him as a polite, timid, bashful friend of their daughter. He had told himself he would introduce himself properly next time they would cross paths, but it seemed it wasn’t an urgent necessity for now, -or, perhaps, it was never going to be-, judging from his behaviour in the man’s regards.

In Signor Orimoto’s.

“Ehm…No,” He mumbled, internally screaming since he had no idea about what he was exactly doing. He chose to pick a courteous expression he had learnt to heart from a list of useful phrases any tourist going to Italy should keep in mind. The magic formula that would rescue him from his embarrassing trouble in the blink of an eye. For Heaven’s sake, what had he done? “No, grazie, S-Signor Orimoto.”

“N-no grazie?” The man predictably repeated and the echo of his own idiocies made him wish his briefcase, brimming with the most desparate, useless bits and pieces, could make him sink underground. Nevertheless, what happened was that he got dragged to the entrance of the building, under a roof which made the rain tapping turn muffled and even relaxing at some extent, -if he could just calm down!- “No grazie?! What does that even mean? Vedi se prendi questo ombrello! And hurry, please! I have to pick Izumi up.”

So, she isn’t at home. I see. This whole mess for nothing, He found himself cracking a smile of incomprehensible relief, making the adult fairly perplexed.

“No!” Waving his hands in front of his visual field, now shadowed by the tangle of his longish bangs, he attempted to recompose himself without success. He would have bowed repeatedly, if he hadn't known it would spoil his hairstyle even more. " Signor Orimoto, I thank you again, but I don’t really need your umbrella. It only takes two minutes to get to the station. I-I will be fine, no need to worry about me, eh eh.”

“I know where the station is and I still insist you do,” If he could forget that tragicomedy he was living in and mute that sort of scold, he would take his time to appreciate that unique dance of fingers of his. As collected as she wanted to be, Izumi would try avoiding being so colourful in her silver tongue as much as she could, keeping her hands on her thighs and making them hang onto them when the urge became too unbearable to control. “You can keep it until you see Izumi again. It’s just a spare umbrella. We are the ones not needing it.”

His irises , now filled not only with honey but also with uninvited melancholy, jumped back into the insubstantiality of a non-existent horizon. Though that was what he initially wanted, he didn’t get the so-longed result of succeeding at kicking some certain thoughts away.

You see, the fact is that I never get to see Izumi-Chan. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been here in the hope of talking to her after so long. But now…I’m kinda glad my plan has failed so miserably. What would have I told her if she had found me here, seriously?! How could she have believed I was just taking a stroll?! Couldn’t you have just called her, idiot?!

It came a spontaneous consequence for him to ask himself if that hadn’t been some kind of punishment for his incorrigible immaturity, his indelibile cowardice. Actually , if he could be honest with himself, in that pattern of concatenated events he could definitely identify something similar to a law of retaliation. He had been dreaming about meeting Izumi in a sunny afternoon for days, picturing her surprised response, her shining, alluring jades conveying the same happiness he was feeling, whereas in his reality he had run into her father in the middle of a pouring disaster and had also annoyed him with that attitude of his.

Again, what was he thinking he was doing?

“So you won’t accept to borrow my umbrella.”

Overwhelmed by the speed of that unappreciated stream of consciousness, he limited himself to hang his head in a willing mutism.

“You have deliberately chosen to go back to the station without my umbrella.”

Then, he raised his chin, and ,somehow, the man found that funny enough to burst into a series of entertained chuckles.

“You have retreated into the shell again, haven’t you? I guess I have insisted too much. It’s just that you boys are so reckless nowadays. You are all the same, cookie-cutter.”

“I’m n-not reckless,” At those insinuations, he couldn’t continue escaping from the direct contact with him any more. “I just…I just…” But it dawned on him it wasn’t like he had a lot of arguments to cling to, especially in front of a skilled, respected diplomat. He couldn’t really complain about how he didn’t want to be compared with people like Takuya, the only impulsive one of their group, when he was...When he was just stupid. So stupid. And now he had been left questioning if there was an actual difference between their flawed personalities. Simultaneously, he couldn’t really explain him why he had been rejecting his offer with so much determination, either.

“Yeah, it feels strange to label someone like you reckless,” After a second of startled hesitation, the man pretended to be clearing his throat with a fake cough. “But today I felt like I’ve got to get a glimpse of a side of yourself I would have never imagined it even existed.”

“You mean…The side of myself that can speak?”

He regretted having been so blunt, externalizing a wave of ashamed disgust towards those recollections they shared.

“More or less, yeah. I like finding out what you boys hide under your surface. At first I told myself Takuya acted without thinking, would hurt himself by putting his hand in fire, but then I have realized he does that because he puts his safety behind the one of those he cares about,” Like that, he went on scrolling through a past spent with Izumi’s friends, an amount of time he seemed to have greatly benefited from. At a certain point Junpei got the impression Izumi was by his side, as he was convinced there was no one else who knew them so well. Yet, he might have been wrong for all those years or, probably, it was merely one of the special gifts the family had been given. As far as concerned himself, he could only blather in that way when it came to Izumi’s endless list of good points and talents. “Kouji often gives you the impression you are bothering him, but the truth is that there are just days he doesn’t feel like being in the company of other people. Kouichi is placid, it’s soothing to chat with him, but sometimes I get the feeling he has gone through a lot and I will start pondering my words, -you know, I tend to talk a lot and my wife says I should shut up because I sound like a parrot, ah ah-. Tomoki is one of those lads you should never understeem. Of course, he’s the youngest of you all, so I used to treat him differently, if you get what I mean. I’m glad he made me notice I should have given him more credit. He’s so clever and he can also handle debates brilliantly. And finally-“

“And finally there’s me…Who can speak,” He didn’t know if he was feeling a pang of envy at those compliments addressed to the others, but he recognized he was at fault there since he had been running away from an enormous amount of chances. During his middle school years his crush on Izumi had…Changed, and a hunch would always suggest he should decline each of Izumi’s invitation at her place, bizarre as it sounded, -and bitter as it would taste later-.

“I admit I couldn’t believe to Izumi’s words when she told me you are not like that. Junpei non è cosi’, Papà. Non è cosí. Then, I asked her what you are like.”

“A-And what did she tell you?” The desire to vanish in a hole, which was supposed to take shape in the ground beneath his feet out of blue, became even more annoying after that display of excited interest. He thanked the rain for having sewn a curtain of hair on his face, as he was feeling tremendously self-conscious about the scarlet blood animating his cheeks and the lucid enthusiasm reflecting in his orbs. And could he be blamed about that? He absolutely wanted to listen to what Izumi thought about him. He was eager to find out if she had some peculiar opinion about him!

“She told me…” Since he was wavering, he didn’t intend to suspect he was manufacturing some lie not to make him curl up in his taciturnity again. “Papà, Junpei is Junpei.”

“J-Junpei is Junpei…” Well, that…Wasn’t what he was expecting. He wasn’t going to deny it, though he wasn’t sure whether he was disappointed or jealous because, like usual, the others seemed to blow her mind, her senses , and her sweet descriptions held such a grace they were structured as impalpable poetry carried by the wind. He could invent time machine, travel back in centuries and millennia to pick the first flower ever that had been bathed by dew, hurry back to give it to her and everything would be the same.

Of course, it would, because I don’t want to make Izumi-Chan fall for me by impressing her. Still…Still…Junpei is Junpei. What does that even mean…?

“I wonder if you know what it means,” As if he had read his mind, the man’s pensive comment overlapped with his internal struggles.

“No, I don’t.” But I wish I did.

“But how is it possible you don’t know who Junpei is?” Both flinched at one of those sporadic lightnings dashing down the wall of the waterfall, unannounced. “This damned thunderstorm is getting worse, isn’t it?”

“You should call Izumi to ensure she has been waiting for you somewhere safe instead of being here, wasting time chatting with me,” Almost comforted by that break fracturing that dialogue of theirs, Junpei promptly seized the moment to sneak out of that inconvenience.

“Hey, calma, calma, ragazzo. Izumi hasn’t finished her photoshot yet. She will call me when she does. And talking to you boys is never a waste of time. I want to know my daughter’s friends because I want her to be surrounded with wonderful people deserving to be part of her life. My wife wasn’t that pleased when she heard Izumi had a group of friends made up of boys. I was so happy, instead. The more people in my little pupa’s life, the better. That’s why it’s important for me to know you better day after day.”

It made sense, Junpei nodded to himself. He might not be the protective kind of father he imagined he would be, but he was legitimately worried about who Izumi hanged out with.

“I-I see,” He nodded for a second time just to fill the the void the man had left behind his speech, now caring about playing a more active role as an interlocutor.

”So…who is Junpei? May I know who he is?”

Without tossing that mess of mahogany attached to his forehead, he cautiously peeped at the man, at the way he was looking at him with those eyes encarved with the same jades whose shimmering he had been marveled by for years. It was a new-found familiarity, a welcome light generated by a very pleasant warmth. He smiled at himself, a grin of cautious pride his rebel strands would never manage to reach and camouflage. He could tell him more about himself. He wanted to, in spite of all that awkardness he would have to trudge through. After all, ridiculous or not, the awareness he didn't know who Junpei was yet didn't imply he had no idea about who Junpei wasn't. “I've recently decided I want to study opera singing. Oh, and I like playing piano. There's that too."

In the hope of discovering who he was, of course.

“Wow! Sembra tosto!”

“What?”

“Opera singing is hard. You must be really passionate to want to take such a path. What pushed you to make such a decision?”

”I-I,” His neck was going to sustain a big tomato instead of his head very soon. “I-l like i-italian. And I like entertaining people, seeing smiles or tears on their face, it makes any sense.”

”Junpei, ma è meraviglioso!” The bento he had frantically prepared in the morning took the way upwards from his stomach, once a powerful pat landed on his back. That lean man astoundingly concealed such a power in his muscles it made him trip in his own fears about him again. He kept on torturing his poor shoulder blades like that, chirping with renewed spirit. At that point the real question was who Signor Orimoto really was. “Then, it’s mandatory: you have to come home like the others do and tell me everything about opera. Would you look at how life mocks you? Years ago I would refuse to go to opera with colleagues, now my daughter has got a future opera singer as friend.”

Speaking of Izumi, an old-fashioned ring started vibrating in the pocket of the man’s elegant coat, right when he needed for providential help the most.

“Oh, it’s my little pupa!” As soon as he let Junpei go, the boy risked to fall on his knees, panting, with his tongue out. The only force preventing him from indulging in that state was his panic, immediately catching some words he would need to repress as soon as he could.

“No, please! Perfavore!” He cried, but in vain. When a father received a call from his daughter after a tough day of work, he would isolate himself from the whole universe to savour every single second spent with her.

“Izumi, you don’t know who-“

So, he resorted to other methods, simple yet, -he hoped-, effective. Italians spoke through gestures, so it would be hilarious if the man couldn’t get the meaning of his clasped hands, his frame oscillating back and forth, his gritted teeth, his,- detail he preferred omitting-, puppy eyes he didn’t even want to know what they looked like on him.

Please, I beg you, don’t tell her I came here to visit.

And Signor Orimoto back-pedalled at once, not resisting to give him a playful wink, though. “You don’t know who is probably coming to Japan…!”

He wasn’t certain if he was just imagining Izumi’s squeals guessing the mysterious guest without a shred of hint, but what mattered the most was that she would never know about what had happened that afternoon.

Still… Still, both she and her mother failed to understand why ,all of a sudden, the man started becoming a fan of opera, eventually also buying CDs to put in the background of the house’s library.

Years ago it had beem the turn of football, sport he had always detested, and videogames, -yes, videogames-, after a while he had begun watching documentaries about far and dangerous zones of the world and tv series about doctors, -the only one of those unexplainable interests he had ended up dropping very quickly-.

Signora Orimoto wasn’t that content about that new passion of her husband’s. At all. If she wanted to take an afternoon nap, she would have to plug her ears due to that music making the walls of their house quake.

…

”So, will you take this umbrella for once and for all?”

He scratched his chin, mulling over the persistent request with more affection now.

“I suppose, I will. Va bene.”

So he would find a more solid excuse to meet Izumi without making a fool of himself.

After all, Junpei was Junpei.

XXX

Italian notes (surprise, surprise~~~)

• Prendi: “Take it”

• Per l’amor del cielo: For Heaven’s sake.

• Oh mio Dio, possibile che siete tutti degli idioti?: “Oh my God, is it possible you all are a bunch of idiots?” Signor Orimoto was trying being *polite* and having tact in the regards of poor Junpei, eh XD?

Vedi se prendi questo ombrello: it’s a colloquial way to urge someone to, -in this case-, grab an offered umbrella as soon as they can.

• Junpei non è cosi’, Papà. Non è cosí: Junpei is not like that, Papà. He is not like that.

• Pupa is girl in sicilian. I like thinking Signor Orimoto enjoyed Sicily a lot, but that will be another story XD. However, it might also be connected with pupi siciliani, dolls used in the traditional theatre from there. By the way, I don’t think it’s that common as an affectionate nickname for your child, but my sicilian grandmother calls me that.

• Ma è meraviglioso! - But it’s wonderful !

[enzaelectric]

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[awkward-tension-art]

Puppet on a String Chp.5 (Fives x Reader)

Chapter 4. Chapter 6.

Necrosis

cw: Fives x Reader, Reader is a medical practitioner, angst, swearing, anti-jedi sentiment, Death mentioned, violence, Medical abuse, Medical talk, seizures and neurological symptoms, Nala Se being cruel

Tag list (THANK YOU): @spicydonut25 @notgonnaedit @amazonian-bae @tentakelspektakel

The ship ride to Ringo Vinda was stressful. To pass the time and keep yourself busy, you counted the supplies in the pack you had brought.

Tup killed a Jedi…

How? Why? This was Tup. Sweet, shy and honest Tup! He’d never kill a Jedi without reason!

The transport landed in The Resolute hangar. As soon as the doors opened, you were greeted by Fives and General Skywalker. 

“Doctor,” the General offered his hand and you shook it in greeting, “I’m glad that you’re here.” 

“I’m glad Fives called.” You responded, walking in between both men, “What's the situation?”

You were informed of the disaster of Ringo Vinda. Jedi Tiplar was shot point blank by Tup. Ever since the trooper had been in and out of it, only repeating one phrase.

Good soldiers follow orders. 

To make matters more confusing, the Seppies had kidnapped Tup as well. He had only just been rescued but his health was at a steady decline. The 501st doctor was trying their best to keep him alive, but they were overwhelmed with the amount of injured and dead from the defeat on Ringo Vinda. 

Fives called you for help. And based on everything you heard, and the chaos of the ship, he made a good decision. 

You were led to the transport ship where Tup was loaded. They were preparing for a second attempt to Kamino. The clone trooper was restrained, and an oxygen mask was fixed over his face.

Immediately you snapped into gear. 

“Let me see his latest scans,” you commanded, going to Tup’s side. Your fingers pulled a pen with a light and clicked it on. Lifting one of the troopers eyelids you shone the light and flicked it away. You repeated the small test with his other eyes and pulled back, “Pupils are fixed and dilated.” you announced, standing straight. 

Traumatic brain injury. 

Neurological problems made sense given the symptoms. But what part of the brain could have been injured….?

The anomaly. 

Kix, a medic you’ve met before, handed you a datapad. Your eyes roamed the screen, unhappy at the lack of actual data. Where was that lesion the 501st doctor sent you months ago?!

“There's nothing here.” you stated, looking up, “I’ve gotten scans before. From your field surgeon.”

“The umbaran scanner,” Kix perked up, confused, “We still have it but-.”

“Get it,” your tone was sharp, “And we need to get to Kamino as fast as possible.” He needed intense surgery if this was as bad as you thought. 

It was less than 2 minutes later when you had the scanner and used it.

The data had your body in fight or flight. It was worse than you thought.

Glutamate: 20um (Alert Too Low)

Gamma-aminobutyric acid: 45.89 umol/L (Alert Too High)

Synaptic response time: 15ms (Alert Too Low)

You swallowed, eyes going wide, “We need to go, now!”

“Mesh’la?” Fives asked, sitting down on the ship as it hummed to life. Captain Rex remained silent, deciding to stay with Tup after the Separatist attack. However, his head was turned to you, waiting for an explanation.

“Total neurological failure,” Your response was full of dread. You tapped the screen, focusing on the anomaly. The news only got worse.

Alert: Necrosis right orbital floor, parietal and temporal intersection

“His brain is necrotic.” 

Just as you spoke, Tup seized. His body convulsed, spasming violently. 

“Tup!” Fives yelped, dashing to the side of the hover stretcher.

Immediately you ripped off the restraints, and flipped the clone trooper on his side. Your hands held him down just enough to keep him steady as he thrashed and twitched. Mentally, you counted the seconds, needing to keep track until he stilled.

3 minutes and 26 seconds.

“How many seizures has he had before this one?” You looked up at your lover.

You were met with a shake of his head. When you looked to Rex, he also gave the same response. 

Damnit. You mentally swore, Working with almost nothing.

The neurological issues couldn’t be dealt with here. So you switched your methods to life support. Using the supplies you had, which wasn’t enough, you slowed the breaking down of his neural tissue as much as you could. You could buy him time. That's what matters. 

“Mesh’la?” Fives spoke up, “What…do you think is the cause of this?”

You shook your head, “Without the umbaran scanner I’d assume virus or bacteria. Hell, maybe even prions or parasites.” Your eyes glanced over at the data on the tablet, “But…based on what I’ve seen, this is a genetic issue. Caused by a specific area in the brain.”

Captain Rex perked up, “Could this happen to anyone else?” 

You shrugged, “possibly? Even though you're clones, you're only identical with your base DNA. Since the Kaminoans have been stretching genetic material by adding different genes to fill in the gaps, it could be unique to Tup.”

It's been brought up during the ethics committee meetings. Since Jango Fett had been killed, the genetic material for the clones was in limited supply. So the Kaminoans had to find ways to make it last. 

You once tried to argue that since they weren’t exact genetic copies, the definition of clones no longer fit. Nala Se had shot you down and practically called you an idiot when you suggested that the troopers weren’t clones but children of Jango Fett. 

With a sigh, you gently pet Tup’s head. You’ve pulled his hair out of its tight bun, to at the very least help him feel more comfortable. 

Thankfully, he was stable for the rest of the travel to Kamino. As soon as the ship landed, you were rushing him down the ramp. Thunder crackled overhead and the downpour was brutal, but you didn’t care.

Your patient needed you. Tup needed you.

Some troopers in gray and white surrounded you as soon as you got inside. and in your panic you tried to shove one of them away. 

“Easy, Doctor.” Shaak Ti’s voice caused you to look up. Next to the beautiful togruta was Nala Se.

“General, Doctor,” you greeted the both of them, though you were breathless, “Tup’s brain is necrotic. I need to-”

“You must calm down.” the Jedi stepped forward, putting a hand on your shoulder. She pulled you away and let the Kaminoan take Tup.

Fives and Rex were behind you, “No, you don’t understand. His brain is literally failing him.” You desperately tried to explain, “I think I know what's causing it, there's a…anomaly. A tumor or lesion that's in his brain.”

She looked at you in interest, “You’ve already been looking for the cause of this?” 

“Here, General.” Fives handed the umbaran scanner to her, “It's an umbaran scanner. The field surgeon of the 501st had-”

“We will run our own tests,” Nala Se called back, head snapping to stare at him, “We don’t need to use unreliable, primitive technology.” The Kaminoans stare was empty and cold, “The most likely cause of this is a virus.” she reached and snatched the tablet out of Fives’ hands.

“But-”

“Do not worry,” Shaak Ti tried to calm the both of you, “Doctor Nala Se is the Chief Medical Scientist on Kamino. She was one of the primary engineers of all the clones, and she’ll know what to do. I trust her judgment.”

You swallowed, and nodded. You didn’t like Nala Se, but you’d be a fool to ignore her skill and intellect. Honestly, you could be wrong and that anomaly on the scan was just…nothing.

The Jedi continued, “Now we must take care of you.” Her words were directed at the ARC trooper, “Since you’ve served with Tup the longest.”

“Me?” Fives perked up, “There's nothing wrong with me, General. I’m perfectly fine.”

You shook your head, “Possible contamination.” Your sigh was tired, “We’ll have to do a physical exam. Possibly even a blood draw.” You explained to him with a reassuring smile. Now that Tup was in capable hands, you felt much better.

“You haven't entered the advanced stages yet, as Tup has,” Shaak Ti looked at Fives as she gave her reasons for the tests, “but any information we can gather from you could help to find a cure for Tup.”

Your lover sighed and nodded, “All right, General, If it’ll help Tup.”

The Jedi then addressed Rex, who had been silently walking behind you, “Captain Rex, General Skywalker has ordered you back to the war zone.” She stopped walking beside a door to an examination room, “You are to leave immediately.”

Rex frowned but nodded, “I’m sorry, Fives. I wish I could stay, but duty calls.”

The ARC trooper patted his friend's shoulder, “It’s fine, Sir. Fighting a virus is a nice change of pace from all those clankers.” He tried to joke, if only to make himself feel better.

The Captain put his helmet back on, “Take care of yourself... and Tup.” Without another word he nodded and turned to get back to the ship. 

You were separated from Fives. He had to be examined alone while you stayed with Tup. He was your patient, and he was your responsibility.

“Your help is not needed, Doctor.” Nala Se spoke rather coldly when you walked into the testing room where the sick clone trooper was placed. 

“He is my patient.” You answered, “And I will not abandon him now.”

The Kaminoan was about to argue, but Shaak Ti cut through first, “I see no reason the doctor cannot help in the tests.”

“Tests?” Your surprise was clear, “No, there's no need for tests. You're just wasting time. We know the most likely cause. There's necrosis-”

“We need to be certain of that.” Nala Se snapped, “Unknown, unreliable technology from a formerly enemy planet can give false information. Besides, the breaking down of his brain could be linked to a virus.”

“But-”

The Jedi stepped next to the Kaminoan, “Nala Se’s theory of a virus should be confirmed first. If we do not locate the virus and cure it, no surgery will stop the…spread.”

“General, with all due respect, I don’t believe it’s a virus.” You argued, “No virus can cause such damage in such a short amount of time. And my scans have confirmed some type of…malignancy in the brain. It's not a virus.”

“Unless it had been engineered by the Separatists.” Nala Se chimed in, large eyes not breaking away from yours, “In which case, isolating the virus to create a cure is priority. So it doesn’t spread.” 

“Well my priority is saving Tup’s life.” You slammed your hands on the table, raising your voice slightly. 

Shaak Ti acted as mediator again, “Enough,” her tone was sharp, “Nala Se, perform rapid tests, if they do not come back with an answer, the doctor shall do what they need to treat him properly.” Her lavender eyes flicked between you and your adversary, “Arguing helps no one.”

You could see out of the corner of your eye that Fives was watching you argue. He looked out of his element, and so…afraid. 

Your breath was shaky at best, “Very well. Forgive me, General.”

“Let’s begin the tests.” The Jedi announced.

Nala Se nodded, turning to the medical droid next to her, “Administer the stimulant.”

Wait, stimulant?

The droid stabbed the needle directly into Tup’s chest. 

“Wait, stimulants will-”

Nala Se cut you off, “Remove his mask.”

As soon as Tup’s flow of oxygen was cut off, he gasped. The clone trooper seized again, spasming wildly. He had been restrained, and immediately you reached to free him.

“Do not interrupt the test.” The Kaminoan commanded, “His reactions are normal.”

You snapped, “He’s seizing!”

“It is all part of the test.” She responded. 

There was a bang and you whirled around.

Fives was slamming his fists against the observation glass. His eyes were wide and he was panicked. He shouted, desperately trying to get information.

Shaak Ti raised a single hand, blacking out the window, blocking his view. 

I’m sorry, my darling. You thought, heart breaking. He must be terrified without answers.

“His reaction will subside,” Nala Se stated so coldly. She was disinterested, as if bored by Tup's suffering, “The patient must be awake for the next round of tests.”

“How is that needed!?” You snapped, “He doesn’t need to be awake to find a virus!”

“I agree.” Shaak Ti stated, “I am not fond of these hyper tests.”

The Kaminoan continued with her cruel tests, “Yes, but they do give us all the information we need in a timely fashion.” 

You approached Tup, grabbing his hand, “He’s scared.” You mumbled, “He’s scared and in pain.” 

Nala Se’s flat voice spoke up as she typed on a tablet, “There does not seem to be any sign of infection in the blood.” Her large eyes stared down, reading the information, “How curious. The subject has tested negative on all accounts.”

Tup went slack, gasping and wheezing. You squeezed his hand, hoping to let him know he wasn’t alone. “Good! No virus! Can I treat him now!?” You asked, looking to Shaak Ti for help. 

The clone trooper mumbled, breathless, “W-Why am I here..?” 

“Is he conscious?” The Jedi next to you stepped closer. 

Tup tensed, his foggy gaze zeroed in on the togruta, “Follow orders…” He croaked, beginning to thrash against his restraints, “Kill Jedi. Kill Jedi!”

“Are you finished with your tests?” Shaak Ti remained perfectly calm in the face of such stress. 

“For now.” Nala Se confirmed. 

“Sedate him.”

The medical droid turned with the sedation oxygen mask. However, you snatched it out of its metal claws, “Tup, Tup look at me.” You whispered, getting his attention. 

The trooper seemed to calm the moment you blocked his view from the General, “Orders…I need to…Follow orders…” 

“I know. You're a good soldier, Tup.” You pet his hair, “I’m going to give you oxygen, alright?” 

He swallowed, laying back fully. Once he got a few lungs full of the medicated oxygen, his eyes closed. 

The Jedi beside you hummed in thought, “It appears this clone has orders to kill a Jedi. Perhaps the Separatists found a way to brainwash him.” her gaze was on Tup, “A surgery may destroy the effects of the brainwashing, and any evidence it occurred. We need to understand it.”

“General, please…” you begged, “I have the umbaran scanner-”

“I disposed of that primitive thing.” The Kaminoan scientist responded, turning her back to you, “Such technology is nothing compared to what we have here.”

“What?!” Your shout was full of rage, “That wasn’t yours to throw away!” 

“We have better scanners here, on Kamino.”

“Oh you self-centered, long-necked, cun-!”

“Enough!” Shaak Ti’s voice sliced between the both of you like a hot knife, cutting off your very vicious insult, “This petty fight between the two of you ends, now. Nala Se, continue whatever tests you can do while he is under sedation.” She snapped, finally reaching her limit, “And you, check on Fives.”

You furrowed your brow but let out a tense sigh, “Yes, General.” Your steps rushed from the surgical room and went to where the ARC trooper was held. 

Once the door opened, Fives shot up, “Mesh’la!” 

“Please sit back down,” a small hovering medical droid ordered; however, your lover ignored the command. 

His arms wrapped around you as soon as the door was closed behind you. He pulled back to hold your face and give you a heated kiss. 

You returned his affection eagerly before you broke the kiss to speak, “Thank goodness you’re alright…Nala Se isn’t listening to me. Neither is the General.”

He tensed, “What? Why?”

“I..I don’t know. Nala Se threw away the umbaran scanner that originally found the…” Your words faded off. With a cold realization, it became clear to you. 

The umbaran scanner found the anomaly in the clone's brains originally. The scans were sent to several doctors in the Grand Republic Medical Facility. The Ethics committee was informed by Dr.Mila, that's why they left for Kamino. Then they were attacked and killed. The other deaths, the murders that ended the lives of more of your colleagues, occurred afterward. Then you were nearly killed…

At first, you thought it was the Separatist plot to make the Republic look weak. But now, you realized the true reason. Behind the death. The despair.

Everyone who died knew about the brain anomaly.

Nala Se is hiding something.