#and then think of good n/sr characters to play them

[erigold13261]

I thought of a Wonderland Remix for NSR, I thought of Eve being based off of the White Rabbit, 1010 being the Card Soldiers, Sayu being the Mad Hatter, Yinu and Mama being the Caterpillar, DJ SS being the Cheshire Cat, and Tatiana being the Queen.

Hmm, interesting, though I don't feel like all those roles really fit those characters.

If we are just going off of like, costumes and the NSR Megastars doing a collaborative effort as an event. I would say you are right with 1010 being the card soldiers and Tatiana being the Queen of Hearts.

I do think Eve being either the Cheshire Cat or the Caterpillar makes more sense, though Yinu being the Cheshire Cat is also a possibility but I see her more as the White Rabbit.

DJSS being the Cheshire Cat doesn't really fit in my head. Him being the Caterpillar makes more sense to me. Same thing with Sayu being the Mad Hatter. I see the Club as being more of the Flowers, but I will go into that more later. For this scenario I think the only thing that can fit is the Mad Hatter right now.

So I would change it to be:

-DJSS: Caterpillar

-Sayu: Mad Hatter

-Yinu: White Rabbit

-1010: Card Soldiers

-Eve: Cheshire Cat

-Tatiana: Queen of Hearts

And all of that just for if this is a publicity stunt, which I assume you were going for. Though I have made 3 scenarios where if it was an AU of NSR x Alice in Wonderland with who would be who.

(I am basing this off of the Disney cartoon as I have not read the book or watched the live action version. Anyway, more under the cut).

[Also I forget the scenes in which Alice meets all these people so bare with me]

Scenario 1: Mayday

First scenario I have it with Mayday taking on the role of Alice and Eve would be her sister/caretaker. Yinu would be the White Rabbit in this case that Mayday chases after while Kliff would be the Cheshire Cat.

Mama would be the flowers (or at least the lead flower/rose) that shoos Mayday away. While 1010 would be Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum (and a few other Tweedles lol).

Myster Man would be the Dodo that pushes the Sayu Crew (who are a group of Chimney Sweeps and take the place of Bill the Lizard) into the house to get an oversized Mayday out of it.

The Mad Hatter would be Zuke while the March Hare would be DK West. Ellie would probably be the mouse or rat or whatever is in the teapot that freaks out.

DJSS would be the caterpillar in this case as I see him getting very upset at Mayday for the way she speaks.

Finally, Tatiana would be the Queen of Hearts, Neon J would be the King of Hearts, and the Sayu Club would be the Card soldiers (but like a mermaid themed set of card or something, idk).

Scenario 2: Yinu

This one would have Yinu as Alice with Tatiana being her caretaker. Neon J would be the White Rabbit that Yinu chases and Mayday as the Cheshire Cat.

The Flowers would be the whole of the Sayu Club while West and Zuke take on the Tweedles roles.

DJSS would be the Dodo that pushes Kliff (taking the place of Bill the Lizard) into the Chimney.

The Mad Hatter and March Hare would both be played by the Sayu Crew. I don't know who or what would be the rat/mouse.

Eve would be the caterpillar as I just feel like that role fits her the most in this scenario.

And finally, Mama would be the Queen of Hearts, Papa the King of Hearts, and 1010 as the Card Soldiers.

Scenario 3: Eve

This one is probably the least correct with characters matching roles because I just didn't want to double up characters for the same roles I already did before.

Anyway, this one would have Eve as Alice with her casing after Kliff as the White Rabbit. Yinu would be the Cheshire Cat in this version.

1010 would take on the Flowers' roles while Tweedle Dee and Dum would be played by the Sayu Club.

Tatiana is the Dodo that stuffs DK West as Bill the Lizard into the chimney.

Then the Mad Hatter would be Neon J while the March Hare is played by DJSS. Rat/Mouse again, I do not know this one.

Mystery Man would be the Caterpillar, just mainly because I needed to put him somewhere. he probably seems like a smoker lol.

Finally, Mayday is the Queen of Hearts while Zuke is the King of Hearts. Then the Sayu Crew would be the Card Soldiers as I have no other place to put them.

Scenario 4: True to Roles (kinda)

So with this one, which I didn't think I was going to do. I want to try and give characters more realistic roles just based off of personality. This will just be in list form and will have multiple people for roles if they fit. [Excuse the weird order]

-Alice: Mayday/Yinu/Tila

-Caterpillar: Eve/DJSS

-Cheshire Cat: Yinu/Kliff

-White Rabbit: Yinu/Zuke/Neon J

-Tweedle Dee/Dum: 1010/(West+Zuke)/(Mayday+Zuke)

-Mad Hatter: Zuke/Neon J/Sayu Crew

-March Hare: West/DJSS/Sayu Crew

-Queen of Hearts: Tatiana/Mama/Eve

-King of Hearts: Mystery Man/Neon J/Papa

-Card Soldiers: 1010

-Alice's Sister: Tatiana/Mama

-Bill the Lizard: Kliff/Zuke

-Dodo (the bird): Tatiana/Mystery Man/West

-Flowers: Eve/Sayu Club/(Mama+Yinu)

[anonoob]

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here are some underrated (in my opinion) media's I recommend!

Lackadaisy (Animated PILOT - Webcomic.) Lackadaisy has its own Animated PILOT on YouTube, and a Webcomic you can find on the official lackadaisy website! The series is about a webcomic set in Prohibition-era St. Louis, Missouri. It chronicles the events of a cast of anthropomorphic cats as they struggle to keep the titular speakeasy afloat.

Murder Drones (Animated series) Murder Drones has recently gained popularity, but is still a small project. You find it on youtube. On a post-apocalyptic exoplanet, worker drones struggle to survive by hiding from rogue robots called Murder Drones

Epithet Erased (Animated series - book) you can find the first 7 episode Animated on YouTube! Season 2, however, Is a book. based on the tabletop roleplay series Anime Campaign! With unique powers called epithets, and characters attempting to steal an amulet rumored to have the ability to take a person's epithet.

Lego Monkie Kid (Cartoon) The tale begins when an ordinary boy, Monkie Kid, finds Monkey King's legendary staff, and he becomes the chosen one. You can watch on PRIME VIDEO!

Recreyo (YouTube channel!) Oddly enough, I'm recommending a YouTube channel.. a Comedy podcast with a group of friends with trust issues are thrown into different chaotic scenarios where they have to survive by learning to trust each other.. or not.

I'm running out of ideas or media's so.. uh yeah guys you should watch those silly fnaf rps like Oddities or The Famous Films!!! There's more, but I don't know them all lol

Also the sun and moon show is pretty cool yeah

EDIT ; The amazing digital circus is a new media too! Though, the fandom has grown largely. It's a animated pilot on YouTube, under the GlitchProductions channel. (creators of murder drones)

EDIT ; Spooky Month! Halloween is one of everyone's favorites, and so is October! I'm sure you've all heard of this show, made by Sr. pelo. Every year, near Halloween, a new episode for this series released! Last year, it grew huge in popularity.

There obviously tons of smaller projects out there, and I totally recommend them! Make sure to support small creators!

EDIT 2;

Fizz back w/ another banger

Y'all have obviously heard of hazbin hotel and helluva boss (I think helluva boss currently is better, especially in it storyline.)

Ramshackle ! An animated pilot on YouTube and it's 1st episode!, with many other small contents (webtoon, merch, art)

(Not really a media, but a nice nostalgic moment for old time flamingo fans) rewatch Roblox myth videos! They're actually nice to go back and remember, Especially if you were around when the vids came out.

An anime for once! Madoka Magica is great, actually. It's a dark spin on the magical girl ordeal, and it's probably the only anime I really like.

Object shows. There's a LOT of these. Most popular; Inanimate insanity, BFDI. Best recommendations; ONE (hfjcheesy), love of the s*n

Robloc area ; Regretevator, Evade, etc are lowkey fun games with good fandoms (sometimes)

EDDSWORLD OH My God please watch eddsworld it's made by this dude named Edd Gould and it's awesome

Indigo Park. Play it. It's so fucking cool/gen

Kinitopet, nice ai spin game!

Class of 2009 is epic and funny (also has triggering topics tho)

Musicals! It's nice to find new and different musicals!

Horror! +Favs ; Mandela catalogue, the walten files (there's more but it's been a bit)

Dead end, cold front, etc! The creator has amazing games :3

I had more but. Forgot oops

[shinjisdone]

Hear My Voice - (Riddle SR Suitor Suit)

[Voice lines of char. and their opinions on you joining the event of their cards. Style of Genshin Impact. Still just an idea of mine based on this post. Idea still WIP]

Trying it first out on one of my favorite characters! Feedback is welcome, I'm just trying to execute my idea lol

"You will be trying to decei - I mean, join in on the...rescue mission, too? Hm, no offense but you don't seem very prince-like..."

Good Evening: "'Well, good evening, dear.' ...Don't look at me like that, that's what you are supposed to say. With more vigour, more soft confidence! Now, after me...What?! Don't you dare laugh at me!"

About Riddle: "To be honest, I'm used to act so proper. I don't enjoy it much though...especially if I have to keep lying to that bride's face...Mother wouldn't like it..."

About Us: Princes: "Pretending to be a dashing prince seems like a lot of work, now imagine actually being one. In a strange way, it makes my troubles being the only child of a high family seem like nothing...I guess both you and I can be glad about that."

About Us: Ideal Partners: "...My ideal partner? Well, someone who follows the rules of the Queen of Hearts, of course! Certain traits?...Uhm, well, you know w-when you...do that thing when you visit me - I mean, us...!"

About Us: Dances: "If you want to suceed, you have to be immaculate in every way, shape and form. Come now. You can't impress the bride with sluggish movements like that. Take my hand...I'll show you everything I've learned. Heh, don't worry, we can practice as long as you want."

Something to Share: "Hm, I think I'm all set but you...lack something. Ah, here. Have the bouquet of roses from our garden. N-No, it isn't for you! It is for you to give to the bride! ...But if she rejects them, then it can be all yours...and only yours..."

About Ace: "Strange to see Ace being so genuine. He isn't even like that during his basketball games, it's like I'm seeing a different person in front of me. Handsome? Yes, I suppose he looks fine for once."

About Idia: "My apolgies, I didn't mean to ruin my make-up by rubbing my eyes but is that truly Idia? He's...so different. And he has the courage to propose to the bride...Oh, his hair is pink now?"

More about Riddle I: "Why I seem so calm? Why should I be nervous? As a dormleader, it should come easy to show my honest good side. Besides, I often went to parties and weddings such as these with my parents, so I'm used to it. Not to the specific demands of the bride though..."

More about Riddle II: "I have to be honest though, this play pretend of proposals feels so...wrong. Injust even, maybe. We are doing this to save a fellow dormleader but I can't help but feel we are being a bit too deceiving...this certainly breaks a rule somewhere...ah, I'll just turn a blind eye..."

More about Riddle III: "...There were a few discussions between my parents about my future wedding and who my future spouse should be...they've become...less seldom the more I grew up. I don't wish to get married anytime soon yet. ...Though I believe I know what my type is now...w-what? I-I am NOT blushing! No! I...I was looking at you because I was TALKING TO you!"

More about Riddle IV: "...How would you plan your wedding? Is all of this to your liking...? Ah, just asking. You seemed a bit in awe when we arrived here, like a star-struck child. I just had to wonder...Someone like you does deserve a perfect wedding just like how you envision it. I myself would prefer...white roses to be the main decoration. Do you like them too...?"

More about Riddle V: "...I can't deny it, this was just tiring. It makes want to never be a part of a wedding again! Even being a guest sounds horrible!...But, well, it seems like the bride finally found her prince. Look at them dancing...huh, how about one last dance between the two of us? I won't criticize a thing this time, I promise. I just want to have one relaxing activity with you as the last dot of this very tiring fairytale..."

[drabbles-mc]

Behind the Curve

Hugo Martinez Sr. & Hugo Martinez Jr. (ft. Javier Peña)

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Death: kill a character who survives canon & write a grieving character

Warnings: 18+, major character death, angst

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I'm going to hell for this but we out here regardless. 🫡

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He was raised to know better, to be better than someone who takes money from criminals. When he was confronted with the choice, there was a beat to process it, but there was never a question about whether or not he was going to take it. Of course he wasn’t. What good was a wad of cash if he gave up himself and everything that he stood for in the process?

He expected the moment to feel different, more dramatic somehow. Yet there he was, just standing in the middle of the street in broad daylight, a line of cars all beginning to honk, facing a man he never would’ve taken the time to pick out of a crowd in any other circumstance. All over some identification.

Hugo was aware that he still had plenty to learn, but it didn’t take a seasoned officer to know that this man was not playing for the same team he was, no matter what he tried to say. And, if Hugo’s gut wasn’t enough to tell him that, the half-dozen armed men in tac vests who piled out of the other cars at the first sign of conflict certainly drove the point home.

Now it was all starting to feel a little more dramatic.

The man finally offered up his ID, which seemed a little counterintuitive to Hugo even in the moment but it was all that he had originally been asking for. He reached for it, in a moment of pure naivety, figuring that maybe this could be wrapped up somewhat peacefully despite the multiple automatic weapons being pointed at him and his fellow officers.

But then the gun wasn’t in his hand anymore. It was in the other man’s, the man whose name he didn’t even get to glance off his fucking ID card. Now, along with all the other weapons in their small radius, Hugo had his own CNP-issued weapon pointed right back at him.

He was vaguely aware of the movement happening in the background. The sound of an engine, the screeching of brakes. Nothing really clicked until he heard Steve’s voice barking out at people to calm down. American De-escalation 101. Sometimes it was counter-productive but for a fleeting moment Hugo couldn’t help but to think that if he had a little more bark, a lot more bite, maybe his own service weapon wouldn’t currently be aimed between his eyes.

Steve and the other man were going back and forth, and Hugo was helpless to do anything other than stand there and let it all unfold. All that training, all those conversations and arguments with his father, and this is what he currently had to show for it.

Out of the corner of his eye Hugo saw Javi get out of the car next. Maybe it’d help. Maybe it would be the final straw, the thing that sent this whole interaction up in flames. He had that smug easy-going tone that he always seemed to. One card and he played it well. Hugo was just hoping that he played it well enough to get everyone out of there alive.

Then he lowered his voice. Not so low that Hugo couldn’t hear it, though, and he spoke to the man like he would talk to someone he really knew. If Javi had been running the checkpoint, apparently no one would’ve had to ask them for their IDs in the first place.

“Qué? Nos matamos en un puto retén?” he asked, his tone toeing the line between sounding desperate, and trying to convey how stupid of an idea it was. “Bajen el arma.”

Hugo watched with wide eyes, hands clenched into fists at his sides to keep them from shaking. The man who was holding Hugo’s gun followed the instruction. He popped the magazine out before begrudgingly handing both pieces of it back to Hugo, like a child returning a toy borrowed without permission.

Some of the other men followed suit, lowering their guns and heading back to the cars that they’d just filed out of. It felt wrong, letting them get away after what had just happened, but Hugo knew that he was in no position to argue considering that Javi letting them walk away was the only thing that kept him intact. If it was a compromise that Javi was willing to make, then maybe, Hugo thought to himself, maybe it was just the price paid for staying alive. Letting these men delay the inevitable so that everyone got to live to fight another day.

It would’ve been worthwhile if it had worked.

Hugo was just about to slide the magazine back into the handle of his gun when he heard the click of a hammer. A small sound that felt so large because of the weight it carried. He froze, the seconds that followed feeling like they stretched out into hours as he turned to look and see who it was, who they were pointing at. He should’ve known it was him. He should’ve known that one out of the two men in that car weren’t going to give a damn what some DEA Agent had to say.

It was an ocean of yelling but Hugo didn’t hear any of it. Everything else seemed to fade into the background the second he saw another gun leveled at his head. The pit growing in his stomach told him that he wasn’t going to get lucky twice.

He barely had time to register the sound of the bullet leaving the chamber.

He missed the resulting cacophony of gunfire, shattering glass, and screaming men in the street. He also missed the look on his father’s face when he pulled onto the scene just two minutes too late.

It was the first time Javi had ever seen Colonel Martinez falter on the job, first time he’d ever seen the man look like he was at a loss. How could he not be?

“Qué…” he tried to string the sentence together, unable to fully process the scene in front of him let alone decide what to do next, “Qué pasó aquí?”

Javi thought that the weight of his guilt was going to make his knees buckle. He cleared his throat, hand holding his gun limply by his side. “I don’t…”

“What happened, Agent Peña,” he grit out each word, every syllable more effort than they’d ever been before, “to these men? To,” he couldn’t look at the carnage, “to my son?”

Javi didn’t have it in him to admit to what happened, especially not to the Colonel, especially not immediately after the tragedy that just unfolded. A tragedy that could’ve been avoided if Javi had kept a closer eye, been a little more ahead of the curve.

“Coronel,” Javi tried to choose his words carefully, “no pienso que—”

“We will talk about this, Agent Peña,” he cut Javi off, not wanting platitudes when there was so much that had to be done. He could feel the tears welling in his eyes despite his best efforts to keep as neutral of an expression as possible. “Call your men—we have work to do.”

“Colonel—”

“Call them!”

Javi was still talking as Colonel Martinez finally turned around to face it all head-on, the remnants of the bloodbath. The agent’s pleas and arguments fell on deaf ears as the colonel strode closer and closer to the body of his son. He stood over him for a moment, breath caught in his throat and heart straining to beat in his chest.

He knelt down, and in that moment he didn’t know if the action was voluntary, or if his grief had crippled him and brought him down. He didn’t register the feeling of the harsh stones from the street digging into his knee, or the blood that immediately started to soak into the fabric of his fatigues once he was kneeling on the ground. All he could do was look at his son, try to reconcile himself with the scene in front of him. It didn’t look real, didn’t feel real, but it was. It was and there was no escaping it now.

Despite the violent trembling of his hand, Martinez reached out for his son. The tips of his fingers landed along the collar of his shirt. He managed to pull the collar just enough to the side to reveal the gold chain that was underneath. He wrapped his finger around that next, tugging it from underneath his son’s shirt until he got to the small cross at the end of it. He clutched it tightly in his palm for a moment, his grip so intense he thought it was going to pierce the skin. When it didn’t, when he was finally able to pry his fingers open from around it, he let it fall on top of Hugo’s tac vest. Gold against army green and dark maroon.

[zenoiredottore]

Hoyofam at home – brainrot headcannons

ZZZ

a baby

is currently being potty trained

Likes to help with the more pleasant chores

Starting to grow silver/gray hair like wise

Hogs the big screen tv and forces everyone to watch starlight knight with them.

T O Y  G U N S

NOT an ipad kid,, more of a tv kid since they like watching movies sm

The coolest kid's room you will ever see. there are a lot of toys and plushies

Diaper only type kid at home

L O U D

Has a robot nanny that’s just kinda there cuz SR thought it’d be cool

an entire crew dedicated to clean up after him

Spends a lot of time with their siblings, often getting to play with new products

Makes a huge mess when eating

Has its own art studio, fridge-worthy pieces of art  

DO NOT let into your room if you have action figures/plushies.

Very fascinated by computer stuff.

When they grow up they’re going to be the designated tech guy of the fam.

Themis:

Prettiest room

The largest closet and bathroom

Has both a work desk and a vanity.

Has those curtain thingys on her bed [princess bed]

Very colorful but it’s mostly pink and white

Has a couple of shrubs

Make up and skincare galore

Likes baking and the kitchen always smells good

Softest bed ever

Has a seating area by her window, like sofia the first’s

Likes to go shopping with Hi3

Reuses luxury packaging like reusable plastic bags.

Often uses said packaging as trash bags

Sleeps like aurora [perfect hair, perfume, back flat on the bed]

Likes to put food and cleaning products into their own cute containers [she’s just that girl]

Hi3:

Room’s a bit messy

Wears glasses at home [like the thick framed red ones]

Grandma fit [Bestidas with the fuzzy slippers]

Eats ALLAT

The gym is her sanctuary  

Can lift the most weights out of everyone

Zero percent brain cells when at home

She works out in her bestidas lolol

“Don’t talk to me before I have my coffee:p” Ahhss…

I like to think that she’s supposed to be retired but she keeps getting called to the office

Spends her days relaxing [cuz god knows kiana needs rest and so does hi3]

Has motivational quotes framed and hung in the hallways, themis always takes them down.

Second biggest closet

Spends a lot of time at her workshop designing mech suits as she pleases without the company filling down her creativity

Takes zzz to go visit the others at work

Long list of things she wants to do during retirement

Def doing a lot of “childish” activities [like lazer tag, bouncy castle, go karts, ball pits] because she felt like she lost a huge chunk of her childhood working. And when she got a bit of free time to have more fun she had to take care of genshin and themis.

Hangs out at the pool almost every day.

At home spa

Has this soap opera that she watches at 3 pm every day and ZZZ joins her.

HSR:

GAMER room

Has all the games you can think of [arcade, pc, playstation, mobile, you get it]

Mixes gamer food together…

Regularly makes battery acid

Doritos every where

His bed is levitated and under his bed is like a treasure trove of game stuff [merch,tapes,disks]

Doesn’t let housekeeping in, scared that something might break or get deleted.

Room STANK and STICKY

his closet includes multiple copies of the same thing, aside from meme shirts that he occasionally buys online somewhere.

Spends a lot of the money he earns on online games

Wears graphic themed video game underwear

Has a claw machine in his room that he can’t get prizes off of.

Games all night and complains about how he’s too tired to go to work

His shower is DRY

I like to think that even if he doesn’t shower often, he’ll still brush his teeth

Naps immediately when he gets home and repeats the entire thing, learning absolutely nothing.

Actually enjoys his job but there’s only so much energy drinks in the world for him

Likes designing new characters and kits

Absolutely loves his fanbase

Genshin:

Often gets to work earlier than everyone else

But if he feels like going with his siblings he’ll impatiently wait for them and yell n stuff

Doesn’t drink coffee believe it or not [only monsters can go to work at 5 am without having any caffeine and I think this fits him very much

Sometimes goes out for dinner alone when he’s planning on working extra time at the office

The best cook out of all the siblings. [things that genshin just does the best]

Doesn’t cook often but if someone asks him to make something he’ll get it right on his first try 80% of the time

Has a pet horse

Almost never at home

Business trips abroad often

Seeing him in regular casual clothes is like seeing a unicorn.

Probably has a skin condition where if he’s touching cheap fabric he’ll have skin rashes

Handles and prepares live sea creatures for dinner way too casually.

Once killed a live chicken that was running around the house by throwing a skewer through its head

Doesn’t like cleaning and will have the help pick up after him… he’s just snobby like that

No social life outside of work and business related matters

ZERO friends

Ig PJR is kind of a friend but they’re more so rivals

Every day is bring ZZZ to work day.

Sends ZZZ back home whenever they start getting sleepy

Works at the hoyoverse building, same with Themis and SR and whenever he finishes early he’d go hangout with them a bit

Doesn’t work out but does a lot of outdoor activities

Wishes he has more of an outdoorsy job

Regular movie nights and family vacations together

Always spend time with each other on weekends, all of them. Hi3 says that there will be zero working on weekends. But even when he’s working he’s still wearing suits. [Genshin breaks this rule a lot]

Closet filled with suits!!!

Owns way too many watches that he never uses to tell the time

Fancy tie clip collection

The shoes are DAPPER

His perfume collection makes me jealous

God I hate this jerk sm

Never uses his phone to look at social media [he never listens to his fan’s opinions…]

[nonclassyparty]

Playing Devil's Advocate when I say that I don't think SR!San is more "irredeemable" than SR!Mingi. From the beginning of this series, if I'm not wrong, you emphasized the importance of how human beings are flawed and we don't always do the right thing while other times we do. Even SR!Yeosang said SR!San wasn't a bad person, per se. Just someone he didn't want to be around just to say that he was the one who stuck with him through everything. Personally, what SR!Mingi did to Y/N was hurtful...and what was more hurtful was him not ever trying to address the elephant in the room after reuniting with Y/N. Y/N shared her more real and personal side of herself, showed vulnerability with him and when she confessed to him, even went out of her way to invite him to an event he would've loved to go to, he panicked and threw it in her face.

Then adding on top of that, Y/N comparing herself to SR!Yeosang and the situation with SR!Wooyoung really showed how still affected she was by what happened with SR!Mingi two years ago. Sure, she can try to bury her feelings for now but what happens when everything just starts filling up inside her until it just bursts when she can't bottle it up anymore? SR!San isn't innocent, not at all. But we know why he's acted the way he's acted. We know his upbringing. And it's not a 100% excuse to push everyone around him away the way he does but it is a factor. He's very much a less well-off counterpart to Y/N and I'm sure with your writing, if you'd put this entire story in his POV, more people would sympathize with him like we do with Y/N.

If not for Y/N's POV, we would've just thought she was a mean bitch without any reasoning as to why she acts the way she acts. We would've thought she was just out to get Boyoung and steal any person she loved and/or cared about. And that's the beauty of this series. I would love to read the final chapter and see how things are resolved, whether the main character ends up with anyone or not.

Have a good day!

hmmmmmmmmmm well i think readers so far consider him irredeemable in terms of ending up with y/n like the focus is more on that rather than him being irredeemable as a person😭

i don't think he's more irredeemable either, i've written him as a complicated character, showed a little bit of his perspective through the bonus parts but the focus is always more on who she should end up with and that it definitely shouldn't be san (which isn't wrong, she deserves better than him no matter what kind of person she was/is)

in the usual trope where boyoung would be our mc, san would definitely be liked as a character because we don't get to see how he treats our sr!mc and we would only see him from boyoung's pov where he's a closed off individual and well idk how they're written in those stories it's been awhile since i've read something like that but he'd basically be the player who has a soft spot for her and goes out of his way to pursue her and even tries to be vulnerable with her or something 😭 he is NOT a bad guy, he's just a person with his bad and good traits

i've said this so many times before but i wrote this story because i wanted to write about the typical mean girl but actually give her some dimension and show san through her eyes. it was never about him falling in love with her instead of boyoung or whether or not they end up together in the end but about their relationship and how it affects a character like her, that's why i brought him back and why i didn't want to wrap up their storyline because the story is literally about THEM and her development through it all. mingi, wooyoung, her parents, brother etc...those are all important plots here but they're side plots.

i think the san bonus parts and e-mails i've posted should be enough to know that there's more to him than he lets on but i can't really do anything for the readers who only see him as y/n's love interest and mingi's "rival" and refuse to look a little deeper into his character 😭😭 (not saying there's something wrong with that, if ppl want to see san as just an asshole then thats fine by me as well but it's just scratching the surface of the whole story)

[vynegar]

Voice Actor Interview – Zhao Lu: Artem is a straight line

this is an interview with artem's s-cn voice actor from july 2020, when the game first came out (almost three years ago!!). happy birthday artem!

my usual translation disclaimers apply. please note there are also some edits for clarity. do not repost without explicit permission.

check my masterlist for more translations.

[as Artem]: "This is both your decision, and mine. So I will take full responsibility for it."

Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Lu. "Zhao" like in "Zhao Lu", "Lu" like in "Zhao Lu". I voice the elite lawyer Artem Wing in "Tears of Themis".

[T/N: Because each syllable can be written many different ways, in a self-introduction Chinese people will often specify the characters in their name by using common words or phrases as a reference. Zhao Lu just uses his own name as a reference which obviously clarifies nothing, so it's a joke.]

(0:29) Q1: Can you tell us your own impression of the character?

The great lawyer Artem, he's... See, so many of the characters I voice are similar to me. I'm kidding. Don't laugh!

When it comes to Artem, everyone’s first impression of him may be that he's cold, aloof, even a bit harsh or unreasonable. Of course, the premise is that he's a very kind, very upright, even a very straightforward male character. But as everyone gradually tries out the game, during that process they'll discover that he's actually quite approachable and easy to get along with. I also think he's a very – not warm, not gentle or mild either, but I think he's a very careful person.

First of all, because he's a lawyer, he inherently has a very meticulous, very careful form of logic and thought process. In addition, he’s very careful when doing things, including when interacting with others. Exactly how he's careful is something I know, but everyone else might have to gradually open up his careful side through playing the game. Later on, as everyone gets to know Artem better, they may even think he has a bit of gap moe. Everyone knows him as such an outstanding and elite lawyer, such a perfect character, that it's surprising to see that he has no experience when it comes to love. So I think that aspect is pretty interesting.

Besides that, his sports were also pretty unexpected to me. I feel like people with this kind of image usually play squash. Among my friends who are lawyers, there are a lot of them who play squash, or tennis. But I didn't expect Mr. Wing's favorite sport to be an Olympic event that started in the 1900 Olympics, Olympic trap, and he's apparently pretty good. He also spends some free time fishing. Ah, I'm so jealous of his life.

[T/N: Double Trap is the specific kind of shooting that Artem competed in during Focus Fire SR, and it has an entry in the Big Data Lab.]

(2:29) Q2: When playing the character, what do you think is the most charming part about Artem?

I think the most charming part about him has to be how straightforward he is. How he deals with things, including how meticulous he is with cases, his impeccable attention to detail... Basically, I think he's a straight line. In every aspect, whether in life or work or even emotionally, he's a straight line. He doesn't have times where he deviates like this [Zhao Lu moves his hand side-to-side]. The only time when he might deviate a little would have to be when the MC is involved. That's right, those things might make him consider and waver a bit in his judgement. That's being driven by his emotions after all, that's for sure.

(3:14) Q3: How are you and Artem most similar? And most different?

He's an upright, mature, steady person... we're no different. Who says that we're different! [laughs] Even I'm embarrassed [about that joke]. I think, how should I say this, I think my personality also has a relatively steady part to it. Yes, so when I voice Artem, I think that part fits. But I'm nowhere near as strict as Mr. Wing. I'm not saying that I'm mischievous, just that I'm not as strict. You could say that I'm more flexible, and Artem, as we said, is a straight line. I think his logical analyses, his judgements and viewpoints, including his ideologies, are all very firm, yes. But of course he also knows when to make adjustments, he's not unchangeable.

(4:06) Q4: Mr. Zhao, how did you feel when singing "Husband and Wife Returning Home"?

When singing "Husband and Wife Returning Home", I felt... very... joyful. Don't laugh. Right. I think that singing in the game, including performing things like rhymes or Chinese opera, is good experience for the actor. But the requirements for Artem were… Well, he's a rather straightforward person. His personality isn't completely open, which we've all seen in his and Celestine’s day-to-day talks. When you put him in a public setting like this and make him sing, you have to show him going from kind of resistant at first, to gradually accepting reality. It was a bit challenging to play this process of gradually cheering up and loosening up, but I still felt pretty happy. If possible, I'd like to say to the writers, "Don't write me any more opera songs to sing. Thank you."

(5:13) Q5: In one sentence, promote “Tears of Themis”!

I think "Tears of Themis" has great gameplay, including many details about investigation or finding clues, that is worth exploring. To be honest, through the process of solving each case, including the final moment of conclusion, people might think, "Wow, this is different from what I expected." It can even reveal certain social phenomena or comment on some general knowledge. I don't think it's just a game, I think some details and aspects of it can be really moving for the players. So I really recommend that everyone try this game.

Choose Artem. Marius, Vyn [Zhao Lu shakes his head, waves hand in dismissal, says quietly], don't choose them.

[T/N: Zhao Lu's (continued) description that "Artem is a straight line" is a well-known meme in Chinese fandom. Everyone (including other cast) knows to expect him to bring it up when describing Artem's personality, it was one of the most common nicknames that fans gave Artem in their (in-game) phone, and it even was referenced in his Revisiting Youth invitation.]

[txemrn]

Dishonorably Disrobed

a TNA One-Shot

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Pairings: m!Sam Dalton x MC (Brynn Schuyler); m!Robin Flores x Sofia Russo; Mason Dalton Sr. x Vivian Dalton (lol)

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: This is a very loose canon origin story based out of Chapter 20 (the finale!); after the airline loses some important luggage, Best Man Robin does everything in his power to make sure the wedding day isn't ruined for the happy couple... although mix-ups do happen. May contain minor SPOILERS of the finale.

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞; language; crude humor about sex and anatomy; brief mention of otherwise illegal activity

AN: This is a submission for @choicesflashfics​, using prompt #3: “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N 2: Gosh, I already miss TNA... and I miss writing for TNA! I might need to make that a resolution for 2023. 😋 This idea was born from several conversations with a few of my sweet nanny-loving friends... and our natural reactions to Sam's honeymoon "outfit" (pic of said outfit at the end). As always, the characters and some of the storyline are borrowed from our friends at Pixelberry. This is not pre-read or beta'd, so please forgive my errors!

~🖤~

"Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position…" 

Ensuring that both of his twin sons were prepared for landing, Sam Dalton finds himself staring adoringly at his bride-to-be, who is already helping them buckle their seat belts.

"Is this going to be scary, Brynn?" Mason asks, his words drenched with concern. 

"You've been on planes before, Mase," the former nanny slinks her fingers into his hand as he grips tightly.

"Yeah, but never this plane," he scrunches his eyebrows. "What if they land differently, or–or crash?"

"Buddy," Sam chimes in, "we're not going to crash. Plus Brynn and I are right here with you–"

"And they won't let anything happen to us," Mickey smiles, taking his brother's other hand.

"You know?" Brynn winks at Sam before turning her attention to her future stepsons. "That's a great idea, Mick; let's all hold hands."

As the young Dalton family hold each other tightly, the airplane begins to subtly quiver as it begins the descent.

"Are we there yet?" Mason whimpers.

"Almost," Brynn squeezes his hand.

With a final thud and a sudden lurch forward, the plane is finally safe on the tarmac, making its way to the proper terminal.

"Did you close your eyes, Mason?" Mickey asks.

"J-just for a second," his brother pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I didn't," Mickey beams, "that's because I'm brave–"

Brynn wraps an arm around Mason. "I had to close my eyes, too," she grins. Turning her attention to Sam, "and I do believe your father closed his eyes for a minute."

"What?" The twins shout in unison, Brynn covering her amusement.

"I did not," Sam ruffles the boys' curly hair. "I was just… napping." 

The boys bust out with joyous laughter as their father jokingly shifts his eyes, feigning embarrassment.

"But you know what, Mickey?" Brynn announces as everyone's snickers calm down. "You're right. You are brave, but," she pauses for a moment, draping an arm around Mason's shoulders, "so is this guy right here!"

"That's right!" Sam holds up his hand for a high-five from Mason. "You did it, buddy!" 

Mickey twists his face before finally nodding in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He playfully puts his brother in a headlock before continuing. "Good job, little bro!" He titters.

Suddenly the aircraft pulls to a gentle stop while a loud chime plays over the loudspeaker followed by the captain's voice.

"¡Bienvenidos, Puerto Vallarta, México!"

Sam smiles in excitement as he looks to his fiancée, then to his kids. "Who's ready for some fun?"

"Me!" The boys squeal together.

"Dalton family of four," Sam pulls out his phone, huddling everyone together for a selfie. "On the count of three, say, 'Wedding'! One… two… three!"

"WEDDING!"

------

Sam, Brynn and the twins are shuttled to the hotel where they are met outside by Robin.

"Hey there, best man," Brynn giggles, planting a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. "Have you and Sof already been sightseeing?"

Robin combs his fingers through his hair, offering a sympathetic grin. "Eh, not exactly."

Tipping the driver and waving him on, Sam turns his attention to his brother. "Something wrong?"

"Well," Robin collects a few pieces of luggage, corralling the family to head towards their rooms. "Yes and no–"

Sam and Brynn stop, giving each other nervous expressions.

"--but everything is fixable," he assures with a hopeful grin. "We just need to decide fast on what we are going to do."

"Oh, there you are!" Sofia walks up as she's ending a phone call, grazing her slender fingers against Robin's chest. "Good news. There are a few places down in the city that can expedite alterations for Saturday."

"Alterations?" Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Saturday? As in, for the wedding?" Brynn questions.

"Oh," Sofia clenches her teeth as she glances at Robin, "you haven't told them?"

"If you'd give me a chance, dear," he glares at the blonde before turning back to the engaged couple. "They lost Dad's bag."

"Oh no," Sam exclaims. "I guess he doesn't have his clothes then. Has he talked with the airlines?"

"He's practically been on the phone with them since we arrived last night," Sofia nods.

"But Sam," Robin sighs, "this wasn't a bag of Dad's clothes. It was the bag with all of the wedding day accessories for the guys."

"Accessories?"

Robin nods. "Remember? The vests, ties, suspenders, shoes–"

“What?” Brynn snaps. "Why did you pack them together?" Brynn tries to show restraint in her irritation.

"It sounded like a good idea at the time," Sam whispers, shrugging. "We figured... we would be less likely to lose something if everything just stayed together."

"Well, now you've lost everything!" Brynn bites back. 

Okay, Brynn, that's a little melodramatic, don't you think?  Take a breath.

She clears her throat, fixing a fake smile to her lips. "Please," she sighs, "just make this right."

------

Thursday and Friday came with no avail. Brynn was fairly upset about the situation, but Sam, Robin and Sofia made haste in finding replacements for everything while Jenny tried distracting her with various tourist outings.

Unfortunately, nothing matched the aesthetic; the originals were custom designed for this specific wedding. But, Brynn vowed a long time ago that she would never turn into a "bridezilla," and truthfully, she was grateful for everyone pitching in to make something work for her special day.

Luckily, Robin was able to work his magic charm, and around 2:30 on Saturday morning, he received a call that the luggage was found, and could be picked up from a claims center at a smaller airport just outside the city limits. 

Several hours later, he was walking through the front doors of the resort with his father's luggage in tow. He was hoping to drop it off at the older Dalton's room before returning to his own for a small nap before the wedding.

As he waits for an elevator, he hears a familiar, husky voice.

"Son?"

Robin glances over to see his parents getting off a lift, hand-in-hand. Stepping towards them, he offers a tired, crooked smile before kissing his mother's cheek. "Hey, Pops, hey, Moma."

"Robbie," Vivian starts, "what are you doing up so--?"

Mason Sr. gasps. "Is that my missing luggage?" Robin brings it forward, showcasing it like a trophy. "Samuel and his nanny will be so excited to see that."

"Here, sweetie," Vivian grabs the bag, "we'll take this up to our room and have it all steamed, okay?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. I've got it." Vivian cups Robin's face, stroking his cheek with her thumb as she lowers her voice. "Now go get some sleep."

Robin appreciatively nods his head as he catches an elevator going up to his floor. He slinks into his room, completely exhausted from his all-night endeavor.

He shrugs off his clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out his phone. He sends off a quick text to Sam.

Happy Wedding day... again. Left you a surprise in Mom & Dad's room for tonight. 

Sending off the message, two lean arms suddenly slither around his shoulders, pawing at the hardened physique of his chest.

"About time, Mr. Flores," she purrs into his ear. "Did you get the bag?"

"Mhmm," he hums.

She sighs with content. “I'm so proud of you,” she breathes against his skin.

The corner of Robin's mouth curls as he tenderly grabs her dainty hands, pressing them to his heart. "Sof," he exhales. He lays his head onto her arm, inhaling deeply her sweet scent before peppering her arm with delicate kisses.

"C’mon," she giggles, "come to bed, baby.”

------

Several hours later, Sam hurries down to Robin's room to thank him for the strings he pulled to fix the wedding disaster. But, he was met with Sofia instead.

"He's still asleep, but I will make sure he's awake within the hour."

Sam nods, "Thanks, Sofia." He begins to turn on his heel, but stops himself, facing back for his ex-fiancée. "And thank you. For everything you've done to make today special."

Sofia raises her perfectly plucked eye before fixing a cheshire grin to her face. "Don't go soft on me now… Boo Bear," she sardonically chuckles, crossing her arms as she walks back into her room. 

Sam snickers under his breath, shaking his head.

"Oh!" She stops the door from closing behind her. "Robin got you a special present for–" she clears her throat, "--tonight. It was something in that bag. I just thought I'd remind you to grab it. No telling what it is with his buffoonery."

"Oh, yeah," Sam nods, "he mentioned it in his text. I'll grab it." He begins to head down the corridor. "See you in a bit."

------

With his parents away, getting pampered with massages before the ceremony, Sam was given badge access to their room.

He slides open their closet door, and relief fills his heart. Hanging up and perfectly pressed are his and Robin's vests, their ties along with the boys' suits and accessories. He also found his shoes, perfectly polished.

Overjoyed, he shoots Jenny a text message to let Brynn know that everything is perfect.

He begins to collect all of the items when he remembers Robin's gift. 

Where is it? Would it be wrapped?

Sam glances cautiously around the room.  He checks the closet again, discovering only one thing left inside, hanging up towards the back. 

Did he get me something to wear? 

The satin garment is pearlesque white with a very nuptial vibe. Sam pulls it off the rack and instantly feels the intricate detailing of embroidery on the lapels.

It's a robe. 

But for me?

He takes off his shirt, and slips it on, instantly charmed with the soft-feel against his skin. 

This is nice–like, really nice.

He steps in front of a floor-length mirror, taking in the sight. It was shorter than a typical men's housecoat, hitting him on his upper thigh with three-quarter length, kimono-style sleeves with more filigree stitching. He cinches the robe together, giving himself a good look-over. Chuckling to himself, he starts dancing, swaying his hips back and forth before finger-gunning his reflection.

He notices the garment has pockets, one of which seems to have a matching pair of boxers hidden inside. He holds them up, curiously flipping them back and forth.

These look awfully small. Where does… everything even go?

Removing the robe all together, Sam is very much touched by the sentiments and appreciates his stylish brother wanting to make his wedding night more special.

He pulls out his phone and texts Robin.

Tonight is going to be even more special. Thanks.

------

The wedding went off without a hitch. It was beautiful, elegant and romantic, like something out of a fairy tale. The bride was exquisite, and the groom was completely enamored, unable to take his eyes off of his beloved.

Early the next morning, Robin and Sofia walk hand-in-hand down the main hallway when suddenly, Sam's door opens.

"Oh!" Sam exclaims, adjusting his embroidered satin robe upon seeing them. "Hey, you two." He places his arm on the doorframe, leaning against it casually with a smirk.

Sofia presses her lips together, stifling her laughter as Robin's face contorts with pain.

Suddenly feeling insecure, Sam lowers his arm, pulling the lapels closer together to cover his chest. He clears his throat, "Everything… okay?"

"Sam," Robin leans in, lowering his voice. "The fuck are you wearing, bro?"

“Wh–what do you mean?” Sam's large chestnut eyes dart back and forth between his brother and his ex-fiancée. "The robe?… am I not wearing it right?"

"Uh, you could say that. You shouldn't be wearing it at all." Robin covers his mouth as he stares at Sam's appearance. "And she still fucked you? Wearing this?"

"Stop it, Robin," Sofia slaps his shoulder, turning her attention back to Sam. "Men wearing women's lingerie is a very common kink," she winks. 

"Oh, but this?" Sam looks down at the robe. "This isn't women's lingerie–"

"Oh, Sam," she condescendingly snickers, "yes, it very much is. I actually have it in red. And those?" She briefly glances down at his tight underwear. "Definitely women's boyshorts." She leans in closely, lowering her voice. "By the way, your meat and two veg are hanging out."

Horrified, Sam instantly pulls the material right around his hips, covering the front of his pelvis. "Robin!" He huffs. "Why did you even get this for me?"

"Me?" Robin blows a raspberry with his lips. "I actually have taste outside of my mouth, Sammy. I would never buy that for myself... or any other man, for that matter."

"You said you got me a surprise for my wedding night!"

Robin nods. "Right?"

"I even texted you about it, thanking you–"

Robin scoffs. "You were thanking me, your brother, for women's lingerie for you to wear… on your wedding night?"

"Well…"

"What part about that seems normal, Sam?" Robin interrupts. 

"Jesus, I have not had enough coffee for this," Sofia mumbles.

"So then… what was my gift?"

"Dude," Robin crosses his arms, "we're in fucking Mexico. I got you some fun shit: 150-proof tequila, some psychedelics, and–" he slaps his brother on the back, "El Rápido pills."

"El Rápido pills?"

"Yeah, you know," Robin rolls his eyes. "They give you the most powerful erection ever known to man--I swear your dick grows, like, two inches. You could probably give a black eye with that thing alone." He winks, clicking his tongue. "But the orgasms... Shit, you could literally shoot a rocket to the moon–"

"It is pretty amazing," Sofia chimes in nonchalantly, picking at her nails.

"Well," Sam looks at the floor in confusion, "if I'm wearing a woman's robe and panties, I wonder if anyone opened your actual gift–"

"Boys!" 

All of their heads abruptly turn to see Vivian Dalton slowly making her way down the long hallway. She waddles carefully, stutter-stepping and occasionally having to stop with a brief wince of discomfort flashing across her face.

"Mom?" Sam calls out.

"Are you okay?" Robin steps forward, taking her by the arm to steady her gait.

"I'm fine," she wiggles in uncertainty. "Your father however…um, well," she sighs, her voice falling quiet, "we need to go to the ER."

"What?" Sam exclaims.

"Why?" Sofia's eyes grow wide.

"I think your father… took something."

"Took something… like what?" Robin inquires.

Vivian takes a deep breath, looking her children in their eyes. "Now, you boys are grown adults… and you should know that your father and I still love each other very, very much. And we like to express that love physically –"

"Stop," Sofia cringes. "Why is all of this happening before coffee?"

Robin and Sam look at each other puzzled.

And then it hits them.

"Shit…"

"El Rápido pills…"

"Your father, well, he's had… quite the appetite." She shifts her weight, her face flinching from an unseen ache. 

"And now, his, um, appetite doesn't seem to want to… go away," she nervously chuckles. 

"Goddamnit, Robin…" Sam mutters, glaring at his brother. "I swear–"

"Um, Samuel dear?" Vivian interrupts the banter.  "Why are you wearing my robe? And are those… my unmentionables?"

~🖤~

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[countlessrealities]

I'm on the wrong blog lolol, but muse-inn? 8)

Send a URL and I'll answer the following || Accepting !

{ @technodromes | @muse-inn - yes, this is for both }

Do I Follow Them? Hell yeah 😎 I do and it Saby will have me, I'll stick around her and her amazing muses until this hellsite turns into a pile of digital ashes xD I'm really glad that our paths crossed, because I've been having so much fun having our muses bumping into each other and interacting!

Why Did I Follow Them? I think that she followed me first 🤔 But the truth is that I had been eyeing her blog through Locke for quite a while. Though I never dared to approach her because I didn't think she'd be interested...and man, I was wrong. So I'm REALLY grateful that Saby decided to make the first move, because who knows when my sorry ass would have gathered its courage to do it xD I followed because not only she writes muses I love and that I've never seen written, but she also does it amazingly 🤩 it was a must, once I saw that she was interested in interacting with me!

Do We Role Play? We sure do! We have a few threads and also several interactions / dynamics we have talked about and I'm excited about them all 😎 I love how our muses click with each other, at times in very unexpected ways xD

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: The answer to this question will never be anything but YES. As I said, I'm looking forward to seeing where our threads will go, and also to explore the newest combos! Saby has a beautiful way to bring her characters to life and I'm always amazed to see it 🥰 I'm particularly looking forward to Rick and Shredder meeting because that's gonna be a disaster till it's not (as in they are gonna be "meh" about each other till they find out just how much in common they have). Also exploring Subprime's real feelings for the fall of Kraang Prime. And SR and Bishop because they are adorable 🥰 And Ania and Morty on their little adventure, meeting Grum along the way 😌 And Carrion and Rick because that's gonna be interesting 🤭 Also all the Smith family shenanigans! ...Okay, I guess I'm just looking forward to it all xD

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Oh, damn, alright, let's see xD I'm really bad when it comes to thinking up AUs. Maybe a Star Trek based AU, where Rick is some sort of "consultant" of section 31, but the truth is that he just goes around and bothers every Starfleet crew he runs into (think of a mix of Mudd and Q xD). And ofc he has Morty with him, who tries (in vain) to stop him from causing disasters.

A Song For Our Muses: I suck at songs, so I'm gonna pick the ones that come to me first. Let's see..."Hot n Cold" by Katy Perry for Rick & Subprime, "E.T." by Katy Perry for Rick & Krang, "I’m Only Me When I’m With You" by Taylor Swift for Morty & Bishop, "Call me maybe" by Carly Rae Jepsen for SR & Bishop xD

Do I Ship Our Muses? I definitely ship all the combination platonically (with different degrees of friendliness and hostility, depending on the pairs). Rick & the blorbs (including Grum), Rick & Shredder, Morty & Bishop, Morty & Ania, Morty & Krang, Summer & Subprime, Summer & T'Ana...it's a long list xD As for romantic / sexual ships, as I've said from the start Rick would shag the whole Technodrome squad (save for the manchildren ofc), and he'd definitely go for Carrion too xD Romantically wise, it's a little trickier because Rick takes ages to open up and he holds himself back when it comes to falling for someone 🤔 He definitely had chemistry with basically all the people he's sexually interested in (even if, tbh, I think that he works best as friends with Grum and Bishop from what I've seen so far). Then there's Bishop and SR and yes, I know it's a recent idea, but I'm getting such good vibes from them already 🥰

What I Think About The Mun: In this house we love, respect, support and cheer for Saby! She's a wonderful mutual, a great person and a fun friend 😺 I love sharing ideas and HCs with her, or just chatting about stuff or discussing meta! She always has such interesting ideas 🤩

Overall Opinion: Saby's blogs are unique and anyone who's not following them is definitely missing out A LOT. You have captivating muses, interesting HCs and lore, a mun who's engaging and also super nice, and did I mention the art??

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10+

[dollslayer]

Okie I’m not sure if you are taking requests or not, but I’m throwing my towel in the ring. Idk if you watched Scandal or not but the scene where Liv tells Fitz “if you want me earn me” I think would be great for one of CE’s characters, I’m personally leaning towards either SR where it’s an AU and Peggy is still in the picture or Andy where he’s not fully divorced from Laurie but getting there and he’s already started an affair with reader and this is the ultimatum he needed to fully finalize the divorce.

A/N: I've actually never received a request before!! So I'm down! I don't write for Andy bc I haven't seen DJ so I went with Steve and Peggy. I spun it a little bit differently but hopefully you enjoy it! Thank you for the prompt and stopping by my inbox! 💖

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: Angst, secret relationship, love triangles

You sat in the corner of the pub, simmering behind your bottle of beer. Everyone else was leaning against the bar, laughing and joking. A successful break for the Commandos and SSR called for a night of celebration.

But you were in no mood to celebrate, it was your code breaking that ended up saving the day but no one paid you any thanks. Festivities went on around you but you sat still at a dusty table and picked at the label of your beer. Your thoughts were consumed entirely by the jealousy and hurt you felt watching his hands slip around her waist. Whatever she must’ve said just now had to have been the funniest thing on Earth because that’s how Steve reacted. His eyes crinkled in the corners and his grip on her tightened. He looked warm and comfortable and she looked right at home in his arms.

Peggy Carter was sexy and confident, she was a symbol of hope and ambition and she was the perfect compliment to Steve. Steve had insisted that their relationship was ‘just for show’ and that they needed to keep appearances, people expected a certain image from Steve Rogers and they needed morale to stay high if they wanted to keep defeating Hydra.

He insists time and again that he doesn’t love her, but it’s something he has to do for the good of the group. He insists that you don’t understand, but that he loves you very much and when all this is over you’ll be together in Brooklyn.

That dream feels a million miles away right now as you witness her place a kiss on his cheek. With that you’ve had enough for one night. You’re hurt and humiliated and you can’t even tell anyone why. You leave the pub for your quarters before anyone can see you cry. Steve doesn’t even notice you’ve left.

Your walk back to your quarters is brisk, bitter tears making their way down your cheeks. You had told yourself at the beginning of all this that you could live with it. Steve was yours in private and he did love you, that’s what mattered, right?

The relationship between them feels too real for them to just be putting on airs. He respected Peggy, respected her opinion. He always wanted to hear what she had to say and he listened deeply with intent every time she did. Any time you tried to contribute you were bowled over in an instant and never once had he stood up for you.

It felt like Peggy was everything you’re not in his eyes, afterall she was the ‘image’ he was going for. So what did that make you? Would you ever be enough? If you made it back to Brooklyn would he hold your hand in the street? Would he kiss your cheek and laugh at your jokes? Would he love you like he says he does?

Your mind was trapped in this downward spiral of thoughts and you hadn’t heard Steve enter the room. He came up behind you and kissed your cheek but it felt cold and mechanical. You didn’t turn to face him, you couldn’t.

“Fun night, huh?”

You don’t respond, you feign indifference as you slowly rise from your chair. You realize you hadn’t even removed your jacket or shoes so you shrug off the sleeves slowly. You feel like your heart is in your throat, tight and dry. You can feel yourself working up the nerve to confront him, you just need a little push.

You can’t let yourself back down from this again. Can’t let him talk you down again. It’s you or her. If he loves you like he says he does, why are you consumed by a feeling of imminent dread?

“What’s wrong, doll? You feeling okay? Peggy said you were looking a little tired, figured you’d gone to bed. I hadn’t even realized you dipped out, wanted to check in.”

Your sadness turned to anger at that point. Was he really so daft to have no idea what was going on or was he choosing to? You almost didn’t want the answer.

“Didn’t want to ruin your good time. Not when you were so… cozy” You finish bitterly.

Steve sighs and begins to pace the room.

“Sweetheart, not this conversation again”

“No! I’m sick of this, I’m tired of being treated like a doll, you think you can just pick me up to play with whenever you want and I’ll just be there waiting for you. Meanwhile you don’t even pay me one bit of your attention when we’re out there. You can’t keep stringing me along like this, Steve.”

You’re talking with your hands and getting angrier by the second, you can’t stop yourself now.

“Look, you know if things were different-”

“Things? You mean me? If I was different? If I was her? I’m so sick of never being enough for you. God forbid anyone ever gets the idea that we’re together in any sense. Do you know how humiliating it is? How much it hurts?”

You angrily wipe your tears away with the back of your hand. Your whole head is throbbing but if you don’t say this now you might never.

“It’s me or her, your image be damned.” You grab your jacket and head for the door. “I’m worth so much more than you think I am. If you want me then earn me, Steve.”

With that you close the door behind you and leave Steve to mull over your words. The streets are damp and cold but you don’t care. A part of you can’t believe you finally said it but another part reassures you it was the right thing to do. You are worth more than being someone’s backup plan. It’s up to Steve to realize that.

[haru-luo]

[CN Translation] Victor’s Capture (捕捉SR) <Record date>

!Spoiler warning! : The followings contain contents for dates of Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice/Love and Producer that are yet to be released in Global server. If you do not wish to be spoiled then please refrain from going undercut.

Karma Quote : “The time you're looking forward to, of course I'll make it special enough."

The translation is undercut. You have been warned about spoilers.

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If you see any “---” sign then it simply indicates change of scenes in the place.

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记录之约 {Record date}

Preview : "I proposed to "contract"/undertake half of the date with Victor alone to accomplish what I want to do with each other. I brought Victor to the Mr. Kitty exhibition hall and let him experience my childhood favorite cartoon exhibition. When the dusk came, what he most wanted to do was....."

Part 1 :

Today is a "special rest day" with Victor that we agreed early in the morning.

In order to make the rest time more meaningful, I suggest that both of parties "contract" one half of the dating time to accomplish the thing that they most want to do with each other.

Originally I just suggested it as a whim but Victor unexpectedly agreed. Right now, I have exactly six hours left on my part.

I stood in front of Victor breathlessly and he glanced at his watch.

Victor : "Five minutes late."

Victor : "You have five hours and fifty five minutes left."

MC : "Do you want to keep the time rule so strictly...."

I mumbled in protest, Victor said lightly,

Victor : "Six hours per person, this is certain someone's own rule."

Victor : "I'm just implementing it seriously."

After Victor finished speaking, he put a hand on his pocket diagonally, raised his eyebrows and asked.

Victor : "But is this street your chosen destination?"

MC : "Of course not, just follow me."

MC : "Mr. Victor, please."

I pretended to lean slightly then took Victor's arm and strode forward.

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After crossing a street, the center exhibition hall appeared in front of us, there was a big title "Mr. Kitty Theme Exhibition" that was eye-catching at the door.

In addition to the colorful balloons, there is also a giant "Mr. Kitty" doll squatting at the door. Many young girls are happily surrounding the doll.

Victor : "Is this what you wanted to do the most today?"

I pulled out the admission ticket and proudly raised it.

MC : "That's right!"

However, the expected frown did not appear. What greeted me was Victor's calm eyes. I realized something later.

MC : "Victor, you wouldn't have guessed it long ago, did you?"

Victor sighed lightly but the corner of his lips were pulled imperceptibly.

Victor : "There were billboards for themed exhibition all the way to here, so one doesn't even have to bother to guess."

Victor : "And as for this plush doll and it's arms crossed shaped."

Victor : "It indeed fits someone's usual preference."

Part 2

Although Victor guessed the answer in advance, it did not affect my interest in the least.

Entering the exhibition hall and looking at the familiar and various "Mr. Kitty" dolls in front of me, my mood also relaxes.

MC : "This was my favorite foreign cartoon when I was a kid. It tells the story of Mr. Kitty and his friends on the planet "Meow".

With that said, I walked to the waiting doll and made a greeting gesture to Victor, then deliberately said in a low voice similar to the tone of Mr. Kitty.

MC : "I'm the famous Mr. Kitty, welcome to my cozy little nest."

MC : "Here, take pictures of your friends to your heart's content!"

Victor looked at me, folded his arms across his chest.

Victor : "Let's talk about it then, just how "famous" is it?"

It's rare for Victor to cooperate so well so I quickly introduced this "childhood friend" while the iron was hot.

MC : "In the entire planet "Meow", Mr. Kitty is the most capable."

MC : "It not only knows a lot of knowledge but also often takes adventures with friends."

I squeezed my fist while talking.

MC : "Whenever an enemy strikes, its spacecraft will rush to the front to drive away the enemy and defend the planet "Meow".

MC : "Don't look at Mr. Kitty's always unsmiling side. In fact, it is very soft at heart."

Seeing me ramble, Victor raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "It seems that you really like it."

Victor : "But I haven't heard you mention it before."

MC : "After all, it was when I was young."

MC : "This is Mr. Kitty's first exhibition in LoveLand City. I will tour you here to get to know it for the first time~"

Victor looked around for a while, took my hand and walked in.

Victor : "Don't you want to take pictures "as much as you want"?"

Victor : "You can't come back at the doorstep to fulfill your wish again."

After passing through an arch, the exhibition hall inside is really bigger and the dolls on display are also richer in looks.

In addition to Mr. Kitty, there are Skull Mouse dolls wearing skirts, Fairy Elf dolls with wide eyed eyes and several cute models of spaceships.

MC : "And this is Mr. Kitty's most trusted friend, Mr. Elf and this is Miss farmer mouse who always loves and kills." [T/N : If I'm not wrong, "loves and kills"/"相爱相杀是" means a "love but full of quarrels relationship"]

At this time, a shape of Mr. Kitty wearing an apron and holding a dinner plate suddenly broke into my eyes.

Although it has no expression on its face, the movements in its hands reveal a sense of seriousness. I tilted my head and took another look then suddenly laughed.

MC : "Victor, doesn't this look like you when you make pudding in Souvenir?"

MC : "How about I take a photo of it with you?"

Victor : "I'm giving you one minute to reorganize your words."

I raised the camera and shook it with a smile.

MC : "Happy movements must be recorded in order to have a lasting double happiness, right~"

Victor : "Give it to me."

As soon as I finished speaking, Victor reached out and took my camera.

Victor : "Rather offering me to, it is better if you walk over and stand there yourself."

MC : "Then I'll trouble Mr. Victor."

I stood next to Mr. Kitty with two steps and grinned at Victor.

"CLICK!"

The picture freezes on the camera and Victor's eyes slide across the screen calmly but the slight smile in his eyes reveals his good mood at the moment.

Victor : "....Such a stupid smile."

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Part 3

After taking enough photos and playing a lot of small games, Victor and I went to the innermost part of exhibition hall. There were four striking characters on the wall.

MC : "Spaceship Pursuit?"

At the same time, the small screen on the wall sounded a melody of the promo.

Screen Broadcast : "Using high-tech projection technology, everyone can take Mr. Kitty's spacecraft, explore the universe with it and defeat the enemy!"

Screen Broadcast : "And in the process of PK with the enemy, there will be cameras to capture everyone's heroic moments!"

I subconsciously looked at Victor. He did not respond immediately but raised his wrist.

Victor : "As a reminder, you have one hour left."

MC : "......"

Victor : "Don't bother if you want to play."

Boarding the "spaceship", Victor and I sat down near the corner.

Soon, a clear picture of adventure lit up in the pitch-black spaceship at the same time as if the real universe was shrouded in the sky.

At the same, the ground under my feet suddenly began to jolting and shaking slightly---and the spacecraft set off!

I got back to my senses and I was about to raise the small "pistol" but when I turned my head, I saw Victor's slightly disgusted expression.

In his hand, the cat-shaped plastic gun seemed to be less than the size of his palm.

Under the cover of the dark light, I turned my face away and couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth.

After a while, as the spacecraft sailed, the enemies who were also driving the spacecraft gradually appeared appeared in the field of vision and I quietly pointed them to Victor.

MC : "The mushroom head in the middle is our worst enemy and the one on the left is also a threat."

MC : "But if you are optimistic, we'll be able to successfully drive them away later!"

I pulled the trigger of the small pistol but several rounds in a row were quickly avoided by the mushroom head.

I adjusted my strategy and planned to shoot from another direction but at this moment I saw from the corner of my eye, a figure sitting upright next to me.

Although, Victor was very disgusted just now, but right now, he was holding the small pistol very seriously, as if he was not in front of the game screen but before the usual report materials.

MC : "Pff!"

Among the excited crowd, Victor looked different in a suit and a serious look alone.

I wanted to ask him to relax a little bit but then I gave up after thinking about it. Such a rare scene should be appreciated for a while.

Perceiving my peeking and secret joy, Victor gave me a constant look.

Victor : "Who was the one who just said to chase away the enemy and now gave up so quickly?"

MC : "No, I was just changing my posture."

Victor turned his head without comment.

The projected colored spots reflected light on his face. Looking at Victor, who was a little more vivid and childlike than usual, I suddenly became playful.

I turned my head and looked around and I saw a flashing red spot not far away, it should be the camera lens of the rocker arm.

My body is so close that I want to shoot from behind Victor, in fact I secretly stretched my hand to the top of his head and made a "V".

Victor : "If you want to make a face of me, just be fair."

Hearing the sound, I rolled my eyes.

MC : "It's not often that you play games so seriously."

MC : "If it happens to be captured, it will add a bit of fun to your photos."

Victor : "According to you, would I still say "thank you" for this?"

Hearing the helplessness and ridicule in his words, I stuck out my tongue.

Now that I was caught, I no longer concealed my intentions. I quickly squeezed Victor's face with my hands and squinted at the camera.

MC : "Victor, look at the camera quickly!"

The rocker lens quickly passed overhead. Victor turned his head and looked at me with a smile.

Victor : "Happy now?"

I said frankly.

MC : "It's okay I guess, you just said to be more honest."

Another red projection reflected on Victor's face and his lips slightly curled up.

Victor : "Childish."

Part 4

When coming out of the game hall, the brilliance of the setting sun had already fallen in front of him.

After playing for so long, I couldn't help but feel tired. I ordered an ice cream from the surrounding shops and Victor and I sat down in the rest area.

After all, it was the first ever exhibition of Mr. Kitty in LoveLand City. It was the first time I ate an ice cream shaped like Mr. Kitty. In a novel way, I had a "wipe" when I raised my camera.

Preparing to put the camera away, Victor's figure advertently moved up facing the camera suddenly appearing in the frame.

The adorable ice cream is right in front of him and while wearing a suit and leather shoes, he picks up a small spoon seemingly not knowing where to start.

I couldn't help but laugh softly.

Victor raised his head and glanced at me holding the camera.

Behind the camera, I sighed slyly.

MC : "It turned out that even Mr. Victor would make a fuss and it's rare."

MC : "Come to think of it, I have collected a lot of "The other side of Mr. Victor", It shouldn't be too bad to take another one."

After speaking, I quickly pressed the shutter. As expected, Victor hadn't had time to react so, I captured the slightly dazed expression in the photo.

Putting down the camera contentedly, I dug a scoop of Mr. Kitty's ice cream and tasted it. the refreshing and non-too sweet taste made my eyes bright.

MC : "This is delicious, try it!"

Victor : "Don't change the subject in a hurry."

Victor : "I think "surprise" is your focus for today, right?"

After taking another big mouthful ice cream, I rolled my eyes and squinted with a smile.

MC : "You can't say that. No matter what you are, it was originally a very important part of today's record."

Victor paused for a moment and a slight upward arc leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Victor : "Strong words are unreasonable."

We just ate Mr. Kitty's ice cream one by one. After a while, the waiter brought another ice cream cone.

Victor : "Why did you order two?"

Lifting the cone to Victor, I smiled and winked.

MC : "If you look closely, this is a unique "elf" cone."

MC : "Do you remember the fairy..."

Victor : "Is the Mr. Kitty's most trusted friend."

Victor took my words unhurriedly and then raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "Isn't that right?"

MC : "So, since we're here, it's worthwhile to try all the special things!"

The sun slanting westward fell on Victor's shoulders and hair, he gave a soft smile, his mouth seemed to have the aftertaste of summer.

Victor : "I can see it's just like someone's own taste."

At this moment, the staff of the game hall sent the photos captured by the camera. On the screen, I happened to pinch Victor's face and smile triumphantly.

Unexpectedly, that moment was actually captured. Seeing Victor's helpless look in the photo, I suppressed a chuckle.

Victor : "Seeing certain someone's silly look, she seems to be very satisfied for a long time."

I tried to narrow the corners of my mouth and pretended not to say so unequivocally.

MC : "It's almost thanks to Mr. Victor's cooperation."

A soft look flashed in Victor's eyes, he raised his writs and took a look then raised his eyebrows.

Victor : "That being said, the rest of the time is mine."

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After all, it is the first time in a while such a "special day off" has been agreed and I can't wait to look forward to the next arrangement.

Stepping on the shadow of the setting sun, I curiously followed Victor. However, as I walked, the scenery in front of me became more and more familiar.

I hesitate for a second and then asked him my doubts.

MC : "Victor, are we on our way back to you home?"

Victor gave a low "Hm".

Victor : "What do you want to eat later?"

Victor : "Fried salmon?"

Although I always rely on Victor to "extravagant food and drinks", after I happily took him to the childhood cartoon exhibition, his arrangement was unexpected.

I pressed my lips together and the emotion of expecting bubbles fell.

MC : "...Is this what you want to do most today?"

Victor lowered his head, his eyes touched my somewhat stunned expression, he reached out his hand and tapped my forehead.

Victor : "What are you thinking about again?"

MC : "Oh...no..."

On the other side of the road where the lights were lit, Victor fixed his eyes firmly on me and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Victor : "About what you wanted to do, I had already expected ‘lively’."

Victor : "And the result is indeed the case."

Victor's voice was very low and so clear. He paused the smiled softly.

Victor : "But during the rare rest days, what I want to have is your and my private space."

Victor : "The idea of going home for dinner may not considered special in the general sense."

Victor : "But for me, if every three o'clock and three meals a day can have some dummy chirping by my side..."

Victor : "That is the time I'm most looking forward to."

When the voice fell, the low and doubts that had been quietly surging in my heart before were all filled with heat and warmth now.

Looking at the person in front of me who made me feel at ease, I subconsciously stretched out my arms around him.

The skin-to-skin heat surges up, as if converging into a special invisible camera in my heart.

Recording the moment that belongs only to us forever in my heart.

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DATE CLEARED~

🍮Victor’s Moments 1 & 2 :  Ice-Cream and Pretend

🍮Victor’s Texts : Escape from the heat

[utaxnanami]

1904 – Scrapyard (part two)

A/N: Wanted to get this out sooner but then I binge watched the Witcher season two and now I’m salty about what they did to my fav character. Also, this turned out different and longer than what I had planned, I don’t know were the angst came from.

Like always English isn’t my first language.

This is cross posted on AO3

Anne Shelby Series

Part one

Summary: Anne joins Arthur and Jack at the Garrison. Some revelations are had, and some feeling might be resolved.

Warnings: Arthur Sr. being abusive (no violence), angst

Wordcount: 4141

Arthur – 17

Annie – 16

Tommy – 14

John – 9

Ada – 7

After her hasty retreat from the stables, Anne found herself by the boats. Seeing crates lying around, she tried to figure out if Charlie had been loading them on or off the boat before Arthur came to fetch him for a short lunchbreak.

He hadn’t said anything about the crates earlier. Some of them looked light enough to be able to be carried by John and Ada. Charlie could have put those two to good use, but he had let them play all day in the yard instead.

Not wanting to possibly undo any progress, Annie decided to leave those crates in peace until Charlie would be back, then she would help him transport them wherever they were supposed to be.

Having a moment of peace and quiet she thought back on what happened in the stables just moments ago.

Jack had called her beautiful. Said he liked her in her normal clothes. That he preferred it when she wore her hair in a braid.

He didn’t care for the fashion trends, why would he? The people in Small Heath were poor, Jack and his family were no exception. Hardly anyone could afford fashionable clothes here. They had no use for them.

Thinking about what he had said made her heartbeat faster and Anne came to the slow realization, that she had developed a crush on her childhood best friend. That she been thinking about Jack much more often lately. That she’d noticed how he had grown in the past years, no longer the boy she used to play in the mud with but now a young man. A handsome one at that.

His red curls, the reason for many mean comments and the reason he had been bullied in school for, was undoubtedly his most recognizable trait, making him easy to pick out in the masses of the workforce. It surely helped that he was no longer the small scrawny boy he once was but now stood about 1,85 meters tall. Annie, being 1,75 meters tall, had to title her head up just to look him in the eyes and she didn’t know how to feel about that. Growing up she used to be among the tallest students in their class and even now she was taller than most women and some men her age. She wasn’t used to feeling smaller. His lopsided and dimpled smile thankfully hadn’t changed over the years. It let him get away with many things when they were children, and it was still just as charming today. Jack’s eyes were this warm honey brown, that looked like molten gold whenever the sun would shine into them and the freckles that were scattered all over his face and body were too many to count. Anne had tried to do that for many years now, but she had never gotten even close to counting them all. While Annie was no stranger to freckles, all the Shelby ‘s had them after all, Jacks were much more prominent and added to his charm.

Just thinking about him made her heart race even faster. What was she supposed to do with that new knowledge? Should she act on it? Or should she just let it be and hope that those feelings would go away? How long had she been feeling like that anyways? This realization came out of nowhere, she thought. Or had she subconsciously been having and possible even been acting on those feelings? Afterall, her mother, Polly and Allison had been giving her those weird looks whenever the topic of Jack came up, and Tommy had given her that same exact look just moments ago. Of course, he had figured it out before she had, he had always been to smart for his own good, that boy.

Could Jack feel the same, she wondered? And what if he did? Should they try to be more than friends? What if it didn’t work out? She couldn’t lose him.

And what about Arthur? He and Jack were best friends too, after all. How would he react if he found out about her feelings or even if they should start dating? What would he do if it didn’t work out between them? Could he keep his friendship with Jack or would Annie ruin that too?

Lost in her thoughts, Anne hadn’t noticed Charlie making his way back to the boats and startled when he suddenly stood in front of her.

“Everything alright?” Charlie had both eyebrows raised.

“Have you ever been in love, Uncle Charlie?” Now that is not what either of them had anticipated she would say. After the initial shock of the question, Charlie cleared his throat once then a second time before he made an attempted to answer.

“Yes… I believe so.” He sounded uncertain of his answer. Charlie never thought he would have this kind of talk with the girl, with anyone really. Had she been his daughter he would maybe have anticipated that this day would come; but as it was Anne, and the rest of the Shelby’s weren’t even his real nieces and nephews. He was just a close family friend who had been assigned the title Uncle. But then again, he had been there for those kids more so than Arthur Sr. had ever been and he could see why he should have seen something like this coming. Still, he thought himself unqualified for this talk; her mother or aunt would have been much better options.

“What does it feel like, to be in love?” There was this look on Annie’s face, something that painstakingly reminded him how young she still was. This childlike fascination with love, this hope. Annie had grown up so fast into this caregiver roll that he sometimes forgot that she was just a girl of sixteen years. A girl that had her whole life still in front of her and was bound to this place like everybody else.

“Love is a simple but selfish thing.” He took a moment to mull over what to say before continuing: “When you love somebody, you want to be close to them, spend your time with them and above all else you just want them to be happy. The selfish part about love is, that you want them to be happy with you and the hard reality is that sometimes they are better off with other people.” His voice got quieter by the end, almost breaking off, pain in his eyes.

“But what do I know about love? Look at me, I’ll be turning thirty next year and ‘ve never had a serious relationship.” He tried to laugh it off, but Annie didn’t look convinced.

“Enough about this, help me load those crates on the boat, would ya.” He redirected the topic, walking over to the nearest crate and waited for her to follow him. Annie thankfully dropped the subject and helped him move the crates on to the boat.

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By the time they had been done with loading the crates on to the boat it had been time to go home. That was not something Annie really wanted to do, with her father around, but she had to clean up before meeting her brother and Jack at the Garrison. And while she was home, she might as well eat supper with her family.

Walking back to the stables to collect her siblings, she found Tommy brushing down Butterscotch, and John and Ada were sitting on a stack of hay playing with Snowflake’s new kittens.

Snowflake was, like the name would suggest, a purely white cat that had been named by John when he found the poor thing starving in the cold pretty much three years ago today. Now the cat was quite healthy living here in the stables, being taking of by Curly. But still after all these years John seemed to be her favorite. Purring the loudest when he petted her and demanding all of his attention whenever he visited the yard.

“Come on you three, it’s time to go home.” No one moved.

“We promised mum to be home for supper.” She prompted again and while the two youngest Shelbys stayed put where they were, continuing to ignore her; Tommy finally put down the brush and petted the horse’s muzzle while whispering something to it.

“I wanna stay and play with the kittens.” Ada pointedly kept her eyes on the small furballs, and John nodded his agreement.

“You can play with them tomorrow, let’s go.” Lately Tommy had taken on an authoritarian tone and it surprised Anne whenever he used it. She blamed their father for it, and Arthur just a tad bit too. Their oldest brother had never been good at being strict and with Arthur Sr. constantly gone, there was no older male figure in the house left. The raising of the children fell purely on their mother and Anne.

John and Ada were surprised by their brother’s tone as well, not being used to be bossed around by him.

“You’ve heard him, get up.” Thankfully they listened this time. Anne didn’t want to know what would happen if they came home late for supper.

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Supper had been a tens affair. Their mother had tried with small talk, asking what they did in the yard, how their day’s been but no one was quite comfortable with speaking around Arthur Sr., only answering her in short sentences. He stayed silent for the most part as well, thankfully.

After they’d finished, Anne had helped her mother with the cleaning, heating some water on the stove to clean up before she would make her way to the garrison. The other three siblings had made their way upstairs, scurrying out of their father’s way.

Normally Annie and Kathie would be babbling on about the newest gossip in town while drinking tea, but they stayed silent. Arthur Sr. still sitting by the kitchen table smoking and reading the newspaper behind them.

Once the dishes were clean, Anne carried the pot with the hot water up the stairs and into her room to wash away the dirt of the day. Changing from Arthur’s old clothes into her own after she deemed herself clean enough and mulled over what to do with her hair. Remembering what Jack had said, she decided to rebraid her hair to make it look neater, adding a bow to the end of it. Something she hadn’t done in a while because it was too childlike. On a whim she decided to add a bit of makeup, not too much to actually make it noticeable – she didn’t want to be mistaken for a whore after all.

Making her way down the stairs she passed Tommy and John’s room, with the door slightly ajar she could see the boys and Ada playing something, but she couldn’t see what exactly. It didn’t matter. On the last step of the stairs, she caught her fathers’ eyes and trying to avoid a confrontation she hurried over to the door, determining if she needed her coat for the few meters down the road or if she could suffer the cold December air to avoid her father faster.

“And where do you think you are going?” His voice was dangerously even and while Anne hadn’t turned around to look at him, she could imagine how tense his shoulders were and how his jaw was set in a straight line.

“The Garrison-“ “Look at me when I am talking to you!” He interrupted her, his temper getting the best of him. Taking in a deep breath before turning around she looked him straight in the eyes, not backing down.

“I’m meeting Arthur in the Garrison.” Not mentioning Jack for a reason. He gave her appearance a once over.

“Arthur, eh? Sure, you are not whoring around-“

“-Arthur!” Kathie’s horrified voice interrupted him, drawing her husband’s rage at herself instead.

“Looking like that, what else are people supposed to think? What reason would she have to go to the pub otherwise?” He had stood up, hitting the table with both hands, and leaning on them to look at his wife. “She’s always hanging around boys. What do we know what she’s doing with them?” He further accused his daughter of things that weren’t true. “You let her get away with too much. She’s gonna walk around with a bastard before we know it!” Now putting blame on his wife, Kathie had enough. Pointedly ignoring his remarks, she turned to her daughter, who stood petrified before the door.

“You go on, love, I will handle this. Keep a look on Arthur and don’t let him drink too much, alright?”

“No, she stays here!” He tried to grab for Anne, but she was out of the house before he could, not caring that she didn’t grab her coat. She couldn’t even feel the cold. Her face was too heated with anger and humiliation. Her father’s screaming could be heard well down the lane, but he didn’t follow her, staying to scream at his wife instead. Kathie’s enraged voice could be heart just as far.

Standing in front of the pub just moments later hadn’t given her enough time to calm down, her heart still beating fast and her anger only growing. Stepping into the Garrison she was greeted by drunken singing, stale air, and the smell of booze. Letting her eyes sweep over the patrons she found who she was looking for sitting in the back. Making her way through the mass of drunken workers to the table Jack and Arthur were sitting at, ungraciously plopping down into the empty chair they had saved for her and reaching for Arthur’s glass of beer, emptying what was left of it.

“Was starting to wonder where you were.” Jack chuckled; he was obviously tipsy. But when he took a good look at Anne’s face, he fell silent, a serious look taking over his merriment. Arthur, who hadn’t seemed as much as joyed when his sister had joint them, looked now worried.

“What happened?”

“Got called a whore.” Annie grabbed Jack’s drink and went to empty that one as well.

“Who called you that?” Arthur stood up promptly, always ready for a fight.

“Our dear father.” Her tone was mocking. She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment, and taking in a deep breath to calm herself. Silence followed. When she opened her eyes and took in the boys’ expressions, she noted that Arthur didn’t look surprised. And it finally clicked why he had been so distant lately.

“You think me a whore too, Arthur?” The guilty look that settled on her brother’s face was too much, she wanted to cry.

“What the ‘ell, Arthur!” Jack had never sounded so angry, not at his friend at least. Now it looked like he was the one ready to throw punches.

“Me and who, Arthur? Who do you think I am sleeping with?” Fighting the tears, she stood up to be level with her brother. In retaliation he sank back down into his chair, averting his eyes.

“Dad said-” Arthur’s voice was small when he tried to defend himself.

“Stop believing everything that man says! He’s a liar!” Her raised voice got the attention of a few people around them but mostly she was drowned out by the rest of the pub. “And stop putting him on a pedestal like he’s the greatest man on this earth!”

“’m sorry.” He had some balls looking her in the face now.

“Sorry, are we now? Sorry isn’t cutting it anymore, Arthur. You better start realizing that the man who calls himself our father is nothing more than a whoreson that has never raised even a single finger for this family. Stop following him like a lost puppy, stop trying to appease him. And for fucks sake; stop trying to be like him!” With that Anne turned away from the table and was out of the pub before Arthur could say anything.

Outside of the Garrison the cold ear hit her like a wall, taking her anger out of her and only leaving her tears which now fell freely down her cheeks. She couldn’t go home, not with Arthur Sr. there and Allison lived too far away. Polly would be her only option, but she didn’t feel like imposing on her aunt’s time. That’s when the pubs door opened behind her and Jack nearly run into her, catching himself on the door before he could topple them both over.

“Annie, ‘m so sorry. Your brother is an idiot.” The heartbroken look on his face when he saw her tears brought a new wave of them down her cheeks.

“Don’t defend him.” Anne fought bitterly to swipe them away, but fresh ones kept on falling.

“I am not, ‘m only stating the obvious.” Normally he would try to lighten the mood with a joke, but he stayed serious. “I swear, if I find whoever is spreading rumors then I will-”

“Do what, smother them in hugs? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you throw a punch.” And he didn’t need to find them anyways, Anne knew very well who was spreading rumors. George Thompson. He had been angry and humiliated after she shot down his advances and had quit working for him. Telling his friends and everybody unfortunate enough to be around him when he was drunk, that she was a filthy gypsy whore that had tried to bewitch him with her gypsy magic.

“Nah, I will bring them to you and then you can throw the punches.” That brought a chuckle out of her, Jack smiling softly at the sound.

“Sounds ‘bout right.” The tears finally stopped, and she wiped the last of them off, shivering now that the cold got to her.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of the cold.” For a moment she thought he would walk back into the pub but instead he guided her into a different direction, thankfully not to where the Shelby’s lived but to his home. Putting an arm around her and tucking her into his side under his own winter coat while they walked.

Anne relished in the closeness, not wanting him to ever let her go. But the walk wasn’t very long, and they stood in front of the house sooner than she would have liked. He opened the door and let her step inside first where they came face to face with Jack’s parents; his father reading a book and his mother mending clothes.

“Oh my, are you alright, child?” His mother instantly saw that something was wrong. Whether it was Annes lack of winter coat or her face, red from crying, didn’t matter.

“Anne had a fight with her father. Can she stay here, for the night?” Jack hung his coat on the rack, walking around his friend to give his mother a kiss on the cheek in welcome. Miss Buckley stood up and engulfed Annie in a big hug, the woman had always been very affectionate, treating her like the daughter she never had.

“Of course, you can stay, love. Would you like something to eat or maybe a cup of tea to warm you up?” She held Anne by the shoulders and smoothed some loose strands of hair behind the girl’s ear.

“I would like to just sleep, if that’s alright.” Anne was incredible thankful for Jack and his parents, but she couldn’t muster up much strength anymore. The fight with Arthur and the crying left her tired.

“Of course, If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, yes?” Mister Buckley was a man of few words, but he’d always been nice to her and Arthur. Annie managed a small nod before Jack proceeded to guide her up the stairs and into his childhood room. Not that she needed to be shown the way, she and Arthur had spent a lot of time in this house growing up, but the weight of his hand on her shoulder was grounding and just what she needed to not break down crying again.

Guiding her to sit on his bed, he went over to his dresser and got out some clothes and sat them on the bed beside her. “You can wear this for the night.” He hesitated for a moment. “You can have the bed; I will take the sofa.” But before he could walk out of the room, Annie had grabbed his hand.

“Can’t you stay?”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve slept together plenty of times as children.”

“We were quite a bit smaller back then, and my bed hasn’t gotten bigger.” He smiled softly, gesturing to his bed.

“Please?” Anne’s voice was but a whisper and her lower lip started to quiver. Jack could count the amounts of times he had seen her cry on one hand and seeing her cry for a second time this night was not what he wanted.

“Ok, I will let you get dressed then.” She let go of his hand and watched him walk out with a change of clothes of his own. Not wanting to make him wait, she quickly changed into his clothes, noting how they were too big on her. She redid her braid, so her hair wouldn’t get tangled up during the night and laid down in his bed, scooting over to the wall to give Jack some room. Shortly after there was a knock on the door and Jacks voice could be heard from the other side; asking if he could come in, which she confirmed. Walking in he blew the candle he had lit earlier out and then he settled into his bed too.

The quiet that followed was a bit awkward, neither of them knowing what to say and also trying not to touch the other, which was basically impossible in the small bed. In the end it was Annie who broke the silence.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” He turned his head to face her, even if there was not much to see in the dark.

“For being a good friend, for always being there for me.” She searched his hand under the blanket for a moment before grabbing it and given it a squeeze.

“Always.” He squeezed her hand in return. Neither of them lets go, slowly falling asleep.

-----

The next morning, they woke up in each other’s arms to someone banging on the door downstairs. There hadn’t really been much time to react to the closeness when that someone turned out to be Arthur. Jack had let Annie get dressed in his room while he had gone downstairs to confront his friend. It was clear that Arthur hadn’t slept at all, and he looked quite worried.

“Please tell me Annie is here.”

“She is.” At that Arthur let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god. I went home last night, and she wasn’t there, I thought she had gone to Pol, but I was just there, and she said she hadn’t seen her.”

“Sorry, I should have said something sooner, but last night was so chaotic, I hadn’t thought about it.”

“No, it’s my fault. Annie is right, I shouldn’t have behaved like this.”

“Damn straight I’m right.” Anne appeared behind Jack in the door, her arms crossed above her chest. Jack stepped back to give his friends some privacy.

“I’m so sorry for last night and how I’ve been behaving lately. I know what dad did was unacceptable and that he shouldn’t have called you that and that I shouldn’t have been listening to his talking.” Arthur looked miserable; he had probably been beating himself up all night over what happened. Their mother always said that Arthur’s conscious was punishment enough. Letting her arms fall to her sides she took a step out of the door.

“What you did hurt me deeply Arthur, but I will forgive you-” Arthur’s face lit up and he was about pull her into a hug but was halted by Annie holding up a finger. “Only if you promise to stop following him around and start to be your own person.”

“Yes, yes I promise, ‘m so sorry Annie.” She now happily let her brother pull her into a hug, not holding back to reciprocate it with just as much vigor. Behind them Jack stood smiling, happy that the siblings reconciled, and that Arthur realized his mistakes.

“Let’ go home, yeah? Dad left and mum doesn’t think that he will be back anytime soon.” He better not or else Annie might throw a punch; no longer afraid of repercussions but now only filled with anger when she thought about the man.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night, Jack.”

“It was no problem, I’m glad you two are better now.” Arthur pulled Jack in a short hug as well with a “thanks brother” before he and Anne made their way bake to Watery Lane, where their mother had been waiting for them. Kathie promptly pulling her daughter in to a tight hug and expressing how sorry she was.

Everything was right after that. Arthur Sr. would not show up for Christmas that year and he wouldn’t let his face show till well into the new year.

[ddarker-dreams]

Icebreaker. Giorno x F Reader 🎀

a/n: i wanted to show more of SR reader’s personality here! i had a lot of fun playing around with this scene, i really just wanted to show her she goes about talking with the others. reader and giorno try to understand people in different ways. :’) 

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

There’s only so many times you can count the birds overhead before it becomes a dull affair. 

Still six of them, you think. Fugo had caught onto your fascination of the sky a few minutes prior. He offered some knowledge on the creatures, which admittedly, was rather enlightening. Should you ever be quizzed on random trivia involving birds, you’ll do better than most. Fugo’s wide array of knowledge on various topics never failed to impress you. 

“That brings me to seagulls, which black-tailed gulls are often mistaken for. Seagulls are one of the few animals capable of drinking seawater, possessing special glands that filter out excess salt.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at the revelation. “We really got handed the short end of the evolution stick.” 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Fugo sighed, and placed a hand on his hip. “What even goes on in that head of yours?”

“Too much or nothing at all. There’s no in between.”

Truth be told, it’s not really birds that you’re mulling over. 

As subtle as you can manage to, your eyes shift to the latest recruit Bucciarati brought in. Giorno Giovanna. He is currently standing farthest away from the group. Not that you can entirely blame him, as Abbacchio has made a point of shooting him dirty glances on occasion. 

When you had been introduced to the others, you were immediately able to mentally place them. Bruno was someone who commanded respect. Fugo was rough around the edges yet meant well. Narancia brought lots of energy with him. Abbacchio felt prickly, but wouldn’t be antagonistic unless provoked. Mista… well, Mista was just an easy going guy. Within minutes of meeting him you were talking and laughing like old friends. 

So what does that make Giorno? 

You honestly have no idea, and it’s bothering you. He felt like a walking contradiction. There was no getting a read on him, no understanding what he’s thinking. In theory it should be easy enough for you to talk to him. Giorno’s very polite, and doesn’t give the same standoffish vibe you used to get when speaking to Abbacchio. All the methods you utilized to befriend the others feel like they won’t work with him. You're of the inclination that even if your attempts at conversation bothered him, he’d never voice it, for the sole sake of remaining courteous. 

Sitting here and worrying about it won’t do me good, you decide, standing from your seat. Now might be the best time to try and understand Giorno better. Everyone is spaced out on the yacht, doing their own thing. Maybe he’ll feel more inclined to speak his mind without the others lurking around. You find yourself walking towards where he stands, peering over the Tyrrhenian Sea, golden hair illuminated by sunlight. There’s no plan in your mind. Your improvisation rate has at least an 80% success rate, far higher than Mista’s. Hearing your approaching footsteps, Giorno turns, greeting you with a nod of his head.

You stand by his side, looking in the same direction he was. “Are you a fan of the sea, Giorno?” 

“It has its draws,” Giorno responds. He then pauses, as if deliberating for a moment, and poses you the same question. “Do you like it?”

“To be honest, it’s a little nerve wracking. I’ve seen those videos of waves taller than buildings crashing down onto boats before, and I’ve never looked at the ocean the same,” you admit with a shiver. Giorno blinks, and you realize your comment is akin to talking about a plane crashing when you’re on a plane. Whoops. “Not that I think that’ll happen. We’re not far out enough.” 

“That’s a relief.” He replies. 

You’re grateful for the grace he extends to you. “Anyways… I wouldn’t mind seeing the faraglioni while we’re out here. I’ve heard it's quite a sight.” 

An idea had popped into your head. A small benchmark, to get a better understanding of Giorno’s character. You placed the incorrect emphasis on the end of faraglioni. Instead of finishing the word with the short vowel ə, you ended it with the long vowel i: to see if he’d point it out like Fugo or Bucciarati would. The latter in a far more considerate manner. 

Giorno doesn’t acknowledge it, choosing to overlook the minor error. “I’ve never seen it myself, but I’ve heard tourists enjoy it.” 

That small interaction gives you a better feel for who he is as a person. Giorno is a person who is considerate of others. Whether it be for maintaining peace or some other goal, you’re still uncertain, but it feels better having at least some understanding now. For good measure, you place a finger to your cheek in thought. Giorno watches your actions with curiosity. 

“Say, Giorno, did I pronounce that right...?” You wonder aloud in a pensive whisper. 

“It was very close,” he clears his throat. Giorno thinks for a moment, before continuing. “Faraglioni.”

Giorno ends the word with the proper long vowel. His correction is as well-mannered as he is. You nod your head, pleased with this knowledge on the new recruit. Repeating the word as he did, you let it roll off your tongue with ease. Not one of the more difficult Italian words you’ve had to wrestle with, in all honesty. 

He’s trying to get a read on you the same way you are with him. The inquisitive side of you wonders what conclusions he’s drawn from speaking to you, in comparison to the others. Well, at least you’re not as standoffish as they are. It must be a guy thing, you decide. I’ll ask Fugo about it later.

The two of you return to looking over the sea in a comfortable silence, basking in the sight of never-ending blue. Every now and then you’ll throw in a comment, to which he’ll respond in kind, if not a little stiff. It’s still an improvement over earlier. 

You have a gut feeling that you’ll get along with Giorno quite well. 

[nonclassyparty]

watching everyone discuss sr!sans irredeemability is so entertaining i love when there’s so many different opinions

however me personally i don’t necessarily think san is irredeemable but i wouldn’t be all for jump his bones either, i don’t think he’s a bad person nor a good person just a person who’s made bad decisions and is most definitely an asshole (at least he’s also self aware i guess…) but i do think for oc it would be better for him not to be in her life as he’s honestly just hurt her constantly and unless she completely heals and moves on from it he would be deemed “irredeemable” BUT also me as a person i do like to think people could change for the better sooooo….. but….. he’s hurt her so much…..

also to be fair depending on different characters’ perspective, oc could also be seen as irredeemable (i.e. boyoungs pov) so seeing this from oc’s pov shows san as an asshole (which he is but i think he seems even worse from her pov) and that’s why a lot of people think he’s irredeemable. i personally think he needs therapy (and everyone else atp bye)

i just wish for mc to have all the closure possible and for her to learn to love herself and have a good support group that loves her

this is why i love your writing tbh because there’s no black or white, good or bad, the characters you write are so complex and have so much depth that make them realistic and i love how you’ve developed them. honestly you should be proud you’re amazing! the way every single character you’ve written has made some kind of mistake or been some kind of dick somehow to someone and not any of them are perfect is why i love this series sm

(also low-key if wooyoung and yeosang in love or whatevuh and wooyoung her bestie will yeosang also become her bestie eventually…. if so…. looking forward to that friendship development)

take care of yourself stay hydrated and continue to be the baddie you are xx looking forward to the next update xx

i love when there are so many different opinions as well and its playing out exactly how i expected it to bc now instead of everybody being on the good girl's side and disregarding the mean girl, everybody is on y/n's side and disregarding just anybody else 😭

but yes absolutely, i agree with you! apart from y/n going back to him being a complete step back to everything she's worked on (even if he has changed and now decides he wants something serious with her, some hurt just stays and you cant get over that shit and frankly shouldnt bc how do you even build a healthy relationship over all the history the two of them have), the two of them together would just be a disaster i feel like they'd just enable each other's bad behavior 😭

and also yes, from boyoung's perspective yn is the irredeemable one and san is her ex-boyfriend and her first love and the guy she still has a soft spot for. it's all about perspectives!!

thank you very much for reading and enjoying the series, i worked so hard on it when i tell u cant wait for the final chapter to be posted bc i want to write something elseeeee😭

(and u know yeosang will be her bestie as well, she always liked him but the beef between them ruined it😭)

[twistedtranslations]

Idia Shroud - I can’t

You can unlock this story by getting Idia’s SR Ceremony outfit

Translation under the cut

TL notes

Q.E.D. is a manga where the main character gets roped into various detective cases by his friend and only solves them because they asked.

Idia calls others with the -shi suffix, which can be translated as Mr. but I left that out.

Ignihyde Dorm - Idia's room

Idia: Sigh… I can't do it after all… Why did I make that nonsensical promise with Ortho to appear at the entrance ceremony… No, it's because I'm weak to Ortho's requests, I know, I know, I’m almost like that Q.E.D. guy… But I shouldn't be! 

Idia: There's no way that a shut-in like me will suddenly show up at a big event like the entrance ceremony where all the students gather! Y-Y-Yet I'm the dorm leader…?! Just thinking of everyone watching me… Ugh. I'm feeling extremely dizzy. I'm getting a stomachache. I'm totally feeling sick right now, oh no, guess I gotta call in sick;

*Knocking*

Ortho: Brother?

Idia: Ack! … O-Ortho. Is there something?

Ortho: I'm going to the sports field for a bit. There's only one week left until the entrance ceremony, so I quickly have to get used to my new body!

Idia: O-Okay. Have a safe trip. Don't stay out too late.

Ortho: Okay~

Idia: He's so cheerful… Does the entrance ceremony make him that happy? If I were to tell him that I’ll skip out on the entrance ceremony because it’s too harsh for mr, he'll surely be disappointed… What should I do…

*Knocking*

Idia: O-oh!? O-Ortho, is that you!?

Riddle: Idia, it's me, Riddle Rosehearts from Heartslabyul.

Idia: R-R-Riddle?! W-Why are you at Ignihyde?

Riddle: Because the principal asked me. I will bring you to the dorm leader meeting for the ceremony, even if I have to collar you… understand? Good grief, the entrance ceremony is so close, yet you have not even shown your face once during the preparations. The only ones who have not come to the meeting are you and Malleus. Please hurry and come.

Idia: I…

Riddle: I?

Idia: I can't.

Riddle: … Huh? You can't? What do you mean? You are in good health, are you not?

Idia: N-No, Ortho isn't here now… talking face to face with you guys… and then the meeting… I definitely can't do it!

Riddle: Stop making excuses… you are a dorm leader. You should not be so lenient on yourself. It is not like I have free time either. Hurry and go, and open the door!

Idia: I, I-I don't want to! I-It's not like I wanted to become the dorm leader!

Riddle: You are being irresponsible. Once you put in charge, it is only natural that you perform your role, no matter the reason.

Idia: Argh… there it is, oh there it is, "It's only natural"~ There they impose their sense of values upon me again.

Riddle: You are always so irritating! Did I say something wrong?! You are an being inconvenient to everyone. You could have the decency to at least help prepare for the entrance ceremony…

Idia: Oof, there it is, the ultimate magic "Everyone"… Using peer pressure to erase the individual, being looked down upon by the common opinion so you can't see the truth. The youth of today that knows no autonomy, it's truly frightening, I sympathize with the future of Twisted Wonderland.

Riddle: Hn, Hngh…. You cannot even talk to someone's face… The only reason you can use these big words is because this door separates us! I always thought this, but a person like you who loves agitating others corrupts the public morals of this school. More than anything, you displease me. Now stop your fast-talking!

Idia: Huh, why are you the one blowing up in my face… scary… I don't understand what you're trying to accomplish…

Riddle: Hngh! I said it is because you displease me! An incompetent dorm leader like you should not command me around!

Idia: I have a reserved and restrained personality, unlike you attention seeker…

Riddle: … What did you just say?

Idia: Ack… A-Anyway, please leave me alone! I was doing fine like this even before you entered the school.

Riddle: I see, I see. So that's how it is. It must have been awfully easy, was it not? Then why don't you have Ortho Shroud do everything so you don't have to lift a finger!

Idia: Eh?

Riddle: You won't have to attend the meeting, you won't have to prepare for the ceremony, neither will you have to deal with the visitors, you can just leave everything to that robot. In any case, you had no intention of attending the entrance ceremony at all, right? Can it be that you were planning to leave the speech to him as well? How pathetic, being forced to work by the irresponsible dorm leader!

Idia: Huh? I never said I wasn't going to the entrance ceremony? Stop making assumptions? I'm going to this entrance ceremony!

Riddle: Perhaps you should stop bragging about common sense? It seems I have made a terrible fool of myself. Can I expect a moving speech from you?

Idia: Piece of cake.

Riddle: Hm. Then I shall grasp my handkerchief and look forward to it!

Idia: … … …Am I not the fool?! "I'm going to this entrance ceremony"…. I don't want to! I can't! Shitshitshitshit… what to do…

Chapter 2

Mirror Chamber The day of the entrance ceremony

Idia: I-I somehow made it to the mirrors… I can do this. I will do this. Using self-suggestion is important. … …Hn… A, Aah… I can't! It's too scary! If I enter everyone will stare at me anyway?! And then they'll start whispering about me! "Who's that?" "Does he not get burned by his hair?" "Isn't he from the cursed Shroud family…" "His anxiety might be contagious" and things like that… Or maybe they'll start poking me with a stick while saying that I'm gross for being blue all over…! I don't want that! Someone save me! …No this is useless. I should calm down at once. I want to go to a quiet place without people to cool my head… Ah, if Ortho was here, he could encourage me. Where did he go…

Courtyard

Idia: If only I didn’t fight with Riddle... And if I didn’t give Ortho false hope. What should I do now...

???: Is that Shroud I hear?

Idia: Hah?!

Malleus: So it is. How unusual.

Idia: M-Malleus…Why are you here?

Malleus: You mean since when? Hehe, I do not recollect seeing you since you became the dorm leader.

Idia: Malleus Draconia… The next ruler of the Valley of Thorns, the dorm leader of Diasomnia! Why is the Ultra SSR Character that is supposed to play the leading role in the ceremony here!?

Malleus: But to see you outside. What are you doing here?

Idia: Ah… I-I thought I would get some fresh air… just like you.

Malleus: I see, just like me. I understand, you needed a distraction.

Idia: A distraction?_

Malleus: Hm? You want a distraction, right? Looking at the scenery, feeling the atmosphere. Thinking about whatever. Relaxing.

Idia: Relaxing!? I-I can’t get even more anxious!

Malleus: Is that so? Then you should enjoy yourself more.

Idia: Enjoy myself!? …That's where I and you differ.

Malleus: Hm? What do you mean?

Idia: A, Ah, no… It's nothing. … But… But I made a promise with Ortho. I would wear these clothes and come today. That's why… Aah, but it's too scary…!

Malleus: By the way, why are you wearing those clothes?

Idia: Huh?

Malleus: Hm?

Idia: Uhm. Do you mean… they don't fit me? I, I-I, I… look strange after all.

Malleus: Hm. It's not like they don't fit you… but I have my questions. Actually, if you say it's strange, it might be strange.

Idia: Urgh…

Malleus: First of all, why did you promise to "go out" like this? It doesn't seem like a big deal.

Idia: I-It might not be a big deal for you, but for me…!

Malleus: Humans are sometimes awfully inconceivable. Oh well, that's interesting about them.

Idia: Inconceivable…

Malleus: No, I didn't mean to make fun of you. I'm very interested.

Idia: So… it's like this after all huh, I see what you're getting at! So you think I'm not capable of donning these beautiful clothes and appearing before a lot of people! Isn't that what you wanted to get at from the start?_ No matter how much I struggle, it's already confirmed that I'm on the dark route towards multiple bad endings, so it's useless. I-I, I-I-I, I'm…I'm…!

Malleus: Shroud? What happened?

Idia:… Ugh, it's nothing! It doesn’t matter!

Malleus: And there he went. What an awfully strange man. To think he wore his ceremony robes for a simple stroll. … But it has been very noisy since this morning. I wonder if something is happening…

Mirror Chamber

Idia (Tablet): Students of Ignihyde, please gather here…

Riddle: Heh. He did not come even after I gave him a good scolding… he is incompetent, after all. I worry for the students that have a dorm leader this unreliable. They have my most sincere sympathies.

Vil: Hah… he did it.

Ignihyde Dorm - Idia's room

Idia: It seems that the outdoors has nothing but events that torment me…  I should just confine myself and shut out all those useless earthly sounds! From the start, I differed from people like Malleus and other humans who have something I don't. How could I ever forget that. 

Idia: … Hm? But isn't this great? I noticed I couldn’t do it, before I went and made an enormous embarrassment of myself in front of the students… 

Idia: I see… I'm sure Ortho didn't want to expose everyone to his big brother's shameful sight. This is the best! Why, am I simply not the best! Didn’t I just auto-play myself into the best route~ 

Idia: Ortho is probably fully enjoying the entrance ceremony by himself right now. He was looking so much forward to it, after all. This is the best. … It really is.

[oh-boy-me]

Not a Lucifer Stan but my OM friend is and she's just not living the life right now. The SR obligation took her by surprise so some of her AP will go on card material, and at this point she might not have enough for his UR.

I get that they want to make things interesting/fun or whatever, but I think that increasing the requirements without increasing the base rewards for each battle only makes the game more grindy that it already is, and in the long run( or hell, maybe in only a few months) a big part of the veteran fanbase will end up quitting playing the game.

As a veteran F2P I might just only show up everyday for daily rewards (I've already half-given up on the lessons because I'm still on lesson 35.) And the occasional Mammon cards. But I'm generally having more fun playing other games than pour my time into the events and games.

At this point I'm mostly around just because I've developed a really strong connection to Mammon and because I love the community. :( I do miss the old good times though

I feel like for a lot of us Obey Me has turned into something that we aren't really thrilled about, but it somehow we're all still invested one way or another lol

I didn't even consider that you'd have to spend time mining for devil tree items OOF. Luckily I have enough because I upgrade N-rank cards for the sake of saving resources, but even so I barely had enough watches. We already don't have nearly enough AP in a day, idk why they're so aggressive with making us spend it. I haven't given up on the lessons quite yet, but it's so hard to do them when you basically lose your chance at an event if you don't spend every single AP on it ;w;

And yeah I agree, if they even increased the point value to maybe just 20(0) instead of 12(0), it'd feel so much easier. Obey Me has a weird habit of adding new features while ignoring what I feel are pretty obvious problems (outdated ranking cutoffs, no way to search cards by character, and overly repetitive gameplay, to name a few).

At least the SR itself is actually way easier to get this time around, so they aren't completely heartless