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If KOSA passes
Or if any other form of censorship (there are many in the works!) ever succeeds at stepping in to impede our ability to communicate online:
We have to make plans.
Now, I dunno who'll even see this post. The few followers I have are TRON fans (who despite the fantasy we live in, tend to have realistically dismal views IRL about Disney and the various corporate uses of software).
And this fandom, on average, is pretty tech-savvy. It's where I've encountered the most people under 20 years old who actually know how to use a desktop or laptop computer.
So, if there's any hope for what I'm thinking about, this is prolly a good place to start with it.
(As with all my posts, I encourage reblogging and containment-breaching.)
(Gifs are clips from TRON 1982, mainly the "deleted love scene," from the DVD extras.)
Anyway.
Current society has moved online communication much too far onto major social media sites for my comfort. Whoever you communicate with over the internet, chances are you do it through a service owned by a big company: Tumblr, Twitter, Discord, Telegram, Facebook, whatever. Even TikTok (shudder).
These sites, despite their many flaws, can provide experiences that are valuable and hard to get otherwise. And once all your friends are on one site, you can't just leave and stay in touch with them all, not unless they all go the same place. It's easy to see why it's hard to abandon any social media platform.
But a backup plan is important. Because, as we've seen over and over, social media sites can't be relied on. They change their policies suddenly, without good reason-- and are inconsistent, even discriminatory, about enforcing those policies.
If they're funded by ads, the advertisers are their main customers, and your posts are the product. Their goal is that the posts most valuable to the advertisers get seen by people the advertisers consider desirable customers.
Helping you communicate-- making your posts get seen by the people you want to communicate with-- is optional to them.
Not to mention that the whole business model of an ad-funded website is generally unsustainable. Many of these sites are operating at a loss, relying on shareholders in a fragile bubble, doomed to fail soon just from lack of real profit.
And the more restrictions --like KOSA-- that the law puts on freedom of online speech, the likelier they are to go down or just become unusable. Every rule a site is required to follow is another strain on its resources, and most of them are already failing badly at even enforcing their own self-imposed rules.
If we want any control over our continued ability to stay in touch with our online friends-- we need to have a backup plan. Maybe it'll be simple at first, a bare-bones system we cobble together-- but it's gotta be something that will work. For a while at least.
There are lots of really good posts about ways to build your own website, using a service like Neocities. I VERY MUCH recommend learning this skill-- learning to make websites of the very simplest, most stable, glitch-resistant type, made of html pages-- which you can upload to a host while you store backups on your home computer. If you value the writing and art that you put online, this is probably the safest you can keep it.
But that's for making your own creative work public.
As for communicating with others-- for example, receiving and answering other people's comments on your work-- that gets more complex. I personally haven't found it worthwhile to troubleshoot the problems that come with having a system that allows visitors to comment publicly on my website.
But what we do still have-- and likely will for a long time-- is email.
Those of us who came of age before social media's current hold... well, we might take this for granted. Email was the first form of online contact we ever encountered… and thus it can seem to us like the most ordinary, the most boring.
But in the current world, it is a rare and precious thing to find a method of communicating that doesn't require everyone in the chat to be signed on with the same corporation.
Email is, as of now, still perfectly legal-- as much as social media companies have been trying to herd the populace away from it. I'm sure there are other ways to share thoughts online that are not bound by laws. But I am not going to go into that here.
Email service is provided by law-abiding companies, which will comply with subpoenas if law enforcement thinks you are emailing about doing illegal things. So, email is not a surefire way to be safe, if laws become dystopian enough to threaten your freedom to talk about your own life and identity.
But it's safer than posting on a public social media page.
For now.
Email is beautifully decentralized. You can get an email address many different ways-- some reliant on a company like Gmail, others hosted on your own domain. And different people, with all different types of email addresses, hosted in all different ways-- can all communicate together by the same method.
Of course any of these people, individually, can lose their email address for some reason or other, and have to get a new one. But as long as they still know the email addresses of their contacts, they can reconnect and recover from that loss. The structure of a group linked by email is reliant not on a single company-- but on the group itself, the friends you can actually count on.
This is why I am trying to promote the idea of forming email lists, as a backup plan to give people a way to stay in touch as mainstream social media sites prove to be unsustainable.
I'm envisioning a simple system of sending emails to several addresses at once, and making each reply visible to everyone in the chat by using "reply all" (or, if desired, editing the To field to reply to only some).
If enough people get used to using email in this way, it could fill most of the needs met by any other group chat or forum …without depending on a centralized social media company that's taking dystopian measures to try and make the business profitable.
So here are some thoughts about how I personally imagine it could work.
(Feel free to comment and bring up any thoughts I haven't addressed, or suggestions to customize how specific groups could set it up. This is meant as more of a starting point for brainstorming than a catch-all solution.)
As I see it, here are the basics of what you and your friends would each need to start out:
An email address. Any kind, hosted anywhere. You should use a dedicated email account just for this group, one that you do NOT use for other communication. Being in this group will result in things you don't want happening to your main email address-- like getting a TON of email, one for every post and reply. Or someone could get your email address that you really don't want any contact with. Use a burner email account (one that you can easily replace) and change it if needed.
The knowledge of how to "REPLY ALL" in your email. This will be necessary in order to add a comment that everyone in the group can see.
The knowledge of how to EDIT THE "TO" FIELD in your email, and remove addresses from the list of all recipients. This will be necessary if you want to CHANGE WHICH PEOPLE in the group can see your comment.
The knowledge of how to FILTER WORDS in your email. This will be necessary if a topic comes up that you don't want to see any mentions of.
The knowledge of how to BLOCK PEOPLE in your email. This will be very important. If someone joins this email group who you do not want to interact with, it will be up to you to BLOCK them so that you do NOT see their messages. (If they are bad enough to evade the block with multiple burner accounts, that's what you have a burner account for. Change it, and share the new one only with those you trust not to give it to them.)
Every person in the group will be effectively a "moderator" of the group, able to remove people from it by cutting their email addresses out of the "To" field. Members will all have equal "moderator" privileges, each able to tailor the group to their own needs.
This means the group may naturally split, over time, into other groups, each one removing some people and adding others. Some will overlap, some won't. This is good! This is, in my opinion, what online interaction SHOULD be like! There should be MANY groups like this!
In this way, we can keep online discussion alive, no matter WHAT happens to any of the social media websites.
If the dystopia got bad enough to shut down email, we could even continue with postal mail and photocopies, like they did in the days of print-zine fanfiction.
If it looks like the dystopia is gonna come for postal mail too, we'll use the connection we have to preserve whatever contacts we can with people who live near us.
Not saying it's GONNA get that bad. But these steps of preparation are good no matter exactly what kind of bad stuff happens.
As long as some organized form of communication still exists, we'll have a place where it's at least a little safer to be your true self…
to plan events and meetups…
and maybe even activities a little too risque to make the final cut of a 1982 Disney movie.
They're trying to censor us. We want a Free System. So we're gonna fight back.
For the Users. Not the corporations.
Peace out, programs. <3
#tron#tronblr#tron 1982#userworldproblems#diy punk#censorship#kosa#internet literacy#email#solutions
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nightbringer lesson 44
OH. OKAY. I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS.
I'm still gonna try to keep it brief but woooooooo here I go! Spoilers below!
Okay, so biggest thing I picked up from this lesson was that Solomon's soul is not in his body. Right? Right?? Everybody else got that, too, right!??! Tell me I'm not insane. More on this later.
So we spent the whole lesson in Babel, where apparently you get to have a "moment of bliss" where stuff happens that makes you incredibly happy.
It starts out with everybody telling Asmo how they really feel about him, which is of course that he's beautiful and kind.
Then everybody ends up in TSL cosplay and Levi info dumps for several speech bubbles. (It's pretty adorable aldksjf.)
Then a ton of cats show up and Satan loses his mind. (But the cats also cuddle with everybody else because Satan's happiest when he sees cats cuddling with his family, the two things he loves in one place~)
Then everybody disappears because Mammon's moment of bliss is to be alone with MC (he's so bbg I can't take it). (Oh but I do feel the need to mention that everybody else was still there, they were just invisible which is SUPER CREEPY. Like c'mon MC was having such a cute moment with their first man...)
And THEN a bunch of food shows up and we think it's Beel's moment of bliss, but it's actually Belphie's because the twins are so close that Belphie is happiest when Beel is happy.
And then it like reverses and we have Belphie napping and all the boys in angel outfits, but it's actually Beel's moment. And they talk about this time they remember Raphael unleashing his spears on Mammon in the CR. And like then they feel guilty 'cause Satan doesn't have those memories but then:
Satan saw everything from inside Lucifer? CONFIRMED. And Lucifer was aware of it, too.
And then everybody's like what was Lucifer's moment of bliss? And they're dumb about it, but MC is like Lucifer's moment of bliss was this entire experience because he's happiest when his family is happy. D'AWW very precious but also kinda meh, imo.
Then Raphael comes back, but it's really him this time yay!
And THAT is when we find out that only your SOUL is transported to Babel. Everybody's physical body was left behind.
And I was IMMEDIATELY like oh. So THAT is why Solomon couldn't go inside. His soul is elsewhere. I don't think he's soulless, I think he's immortal because his soul is being stored somewhere that isn't his body. THOUGH it would also be interesting if Nightbringer was like... Solomon's soul gone rogue al;kjdsfjdf. But I don't think that's the case.
I think they're using this as a way to explain why people so often say that Solomon is more like a demon. Even though we also got this:
Hmm. Indeed. Solomon is NOT a demon. They were mad at him for not mentioning the thing about only your soul going into Babel.
Anyway, that's my theory and it's the only thing that makes sense to me though I have no idea what it has to do with anything.
I also thought it was interesting that Raphael is now part of the Brothers No More chat group with Simeon and Lucifer. I hope this means we'll get more of him!
And then this from the hard lesson because wow I hope this isn't just No 2 exaggerating.
LOL. You want to return something? BURIED ALIVE. That's so Devildom it's amazing.
Anyway, there were plenty of cute family moments in this lesson, but the potential hint about Solomon was the biggest deal, imo. What does it mean? I could be misinterpreting and maybe that isn't the issue at all? Maybe it's like... there's something wrong with his soul and removing it from his body would either expose something about him that he doesn't want the others to know or would like harm it further and put his life in danger? I dunno. He is still immortal, so.
My first thought was soul is elsewhere, but I do think having it like... reveal something about him unexpectedly would be interesting, too, now that I'm thinking about it.
I dunno, what do you guys think?
masterlist | Thank you for reading!
#oof I almost didn't get through this tonight#I had a bunch of unexpected junk come up#and for some reason I thought the new lesson was coming out tomorrow 😭#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me nightbringer spoilers#obey me nightbringer lesson 44#obey me spoilers#spoilers#misc lesson recap
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STOLITZØ - MOMENTS
***Blitzø is still in the hospital for this bit. Post “I love you”s.***
“Hey… Loony?”
“Yeah?” Loona didn’t look up from scrolling on her phone.
“Totally weird question… But um…” Blitzø cleared his throat. “Did anyone ELSE visit me?”
He felt bad breaking the comfortable silence they’d been sharing. But he’d been stewing over this weird feeling for a while and he just needed to know.
“What do you mean?” Loona raised an eyebrow and peeked up from her phone.
“I mean like…” Blitzø averted his gaze and scratched his cheek. “Other than you guys? The M&Ms, Fizz and Oz, Stolas…”
Loona uncrossed her ankles, swung her legs off the bed and sat up.
“Ah…” She put her phone face down on the bed and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.
Maybe I don’t wanna know the answer…
“So?” He said sheepishly.
“Uh…” Loona sat up straight and began absentmindedly smoothing out the sheets on the bed in front of her. “Yeah, actually.”
Blitzø’s stomach did a weird flip.
“…Who?” He swallowed hard.
“Well.” Loona paused. “I thought it was really weird. But Tex asked if I’d make sure the room was empty for like twenty minutes, so that Verosika could stop by… I thought he was shitting me… But no. She came.”
Blitzø felt like he was hearing her through a tunnel.
F*ck. How the f*ck did I know that?
Loona peeked over at Blitzø.
“I hope that’s ok?”
“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” He said offhandedly. Blitzø felt weirdly numb, unsure what to say. “I mean I still have all my parts so she clearly didn’t do any damage, ha ha.”
“Mmm. Why’d you ask?” Loona raised an eyebrow.
“Huh? Oh…” Blitzø stammered, caught off guard. “I dunno. I feel like I had this weird dream that she visited.”
“Huh.” Loona picked up her phone and settled back into her chair and started scrolling. “That IS weird.”
***
“I’m going to get us all something to eat.” Stolas stood and squeezed Blitzø’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”
Blitzø watched Stolas swish out the door and smiled to himself.
Once he was sure Stolas was gone he turned to Loona and Octavia.
“Could I ask you girls a favour?”
Loona and Octavia looked up at Blitzø from their phones, eyebrows raised.
“I want you to find me something if you can. Probably at that weird store you both like so much.”
They both looked at him, confused.
“With the dead animals?”
“Stylish Occult,” they said in unison.
“Whatever,” he waved it off. “Here’s what I’d like you to get for me, if you can….”
***
Blitzø woke later to the sound of an incoming message. He reached over and groggily unlocked his phone.
He rubbed his eyes and blinked away the blurriness of sleep to find a message from Verosika. More accurately, a message of photos.
He opened the message.
The first photo was of a creepy plush jackalope, dressed up to look like Blitzø. Little jacket, boots and gloves.
Excellent craftsmanship. Five stars. Great job girls.
A little note was tied around its neck: “Hi! My name is Blitzo! Please mutilate me! I deserve it!”
Nice. Nice.
The next one showed the Blitzalope stabbed through with a carving knife.
Deserved.
The next had it rammed in a large pile of shit - which Blitzø assumed was more than likely horse shit.
Mhmm… Yup. Very apropos.
Another had the Blitzalope squished under the tire of Verosika’s pink pussy-wagon.
Clever.
And in the last photo you could see Verosika’s hand flipping the Blitzalope the bird, while the plush was being pissed on by a queef on the sidewalk.
HA! Classic.
Blitzø smiled to himself
He was startled when he saw a speech bubble pop up with those three little dots.
Oh f*ck… What’s she gunna say…
He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.
His phone pinged.
“More useful than you ever were.”
Blitzø smiled and chuckled to himself.
I’m glad you like it, Rosi… You’ll get a proper apology one of these days... I promise.
*****
#helluva boss#blitzø#stolitz#stolas#fanfic#verosika mayday#helluva boss fanfiction#helluva boss verosika
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been asked a couple times about some of this, so i thought it was about time to get one of these done ;; if you have any questions i didn’t answer here tho, feel free to dm me!
guide to my tags + art rules written down are under the cut! i’ll also add ‘em to the post for navigation.
here are the current captain (my sona!) and crewmate uniform refs o7
(EDIT: WE HAVE MORE CHARACTERS NOW LMAO)
OFFICIAL HIVE LORE BLOG: @talesaboardthehive
General Art Rules:
1. fandom art as pfp/banner = okay with credit, but asking is appreciated. (sona stuff can't be used though ;; it's too personal.)
2. repost/reuploading of any kind = not okay, sorry! nobody likes reposting without permission. reblogs tho are of course totally fine, those rock.
3. i prefer you don't use my art as pfp if you're a strictly nsfw account :P
4. dunno if this counts, but if you're a "MAP" (twitter(?) term for pedo, not multi-animator project ;;) or a general creep i obviously don't want you anywhere near me or my art. common sense stuff.
(EDIT for clarity: this does include anyone who produces or consumes content that falls under the terms "loli" or "shota". i ask that you do not interact with me or my art, as both make me very uncomfortable.)
so TL;DR: basically just be cool, don't be a jerk or use my content for anything gross, and everything is a-okay!
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captain’s notices - important info that may or may not stay up?
captain’s contests - any interactive games, like ask prompts or polls.
captain’s gift log - any art drawn for me/gifted to me by other people!
sona art - any artwork including my persona character ^^
tales aboard the hive - in character HIVE stuff!! this can be comics, in-character ask answers, or anything in general that's related to the spaceship theme we have going on.
hive crewmates tag (ocs) - at the moment just leander and COLONY, but this is where i’ll put any HIVE ocs that appear!
and i tag fandoms as i go :P
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182 Days of TPN - Day 128
Chapter 128: "I've Decided"
I love Emma so much for this. She agrees that the annihilation would be a smart way to ensure that their family can live safely and happily in this world, but it is by no means the best way to reach that future. I understand Norman's drive for revenge on the aristocrats and those who play an active part of keeping the farm systems running, but the whole method to achieve that is just morally wrong, especially to attack those who are innocently going about their days as normal. (during this part of the conversation, the anime has "Existence of an Insider" playing, which famously played in s1ep5 when Ray reveals he's a double agent to Norman, so it's almost like roles switched in regards to whom we're supposed to be cautious about.)
She also agrees that escaping into the human world may be dangerous for them as well since they dunno how well they'll be accepted there, but still wishes to take that chance. Their whole journey up to this point was full of risks, optimism and resolve, so naturally Emma is willing to put her beliefs into such an iffy idea. All that is quite similar to her reasoning later in ch178 when they're all about to cross over actually and if it was for this recent ask I may not have thought about this just now. (perhaps that's another reason Ray chooses to trust in Emma so strongly, as he's heard her speak similar truths before during this moment.)
Anime is wild for having Norman make a comment like that. Naturally I love Ray getting angry at him for it.
Lowkey funny to me how it's the thought of not having Emma smile anymore that causes Norman to be like "oh wait, I certainly can't have that," and proceeds to talk through the situation more openly about a sort of compromise.
Maybe I'm the idiot, but how would you exactly defeat the demons without killing them? It's not like you could mortally wound them since they'll regenerate quickly, yeah? (unless we're chatting about Norman's drug that has yet to be revealed, since that forces them to degenerate. though that'll still lead them to death, just slowly. idk. this is why i write these out days beforehand so i can think and try to make sense of random shit like this.)
Norman, I regret to inform you that you're in a fantasy type manga. Impossible things are gonna happen no matter what you wanna believe.
He goes through this whole spiel about the Seven Walls being a total mystery and claims there's absolutely no proof of the place actually existing and Emma fires back telling him they've basically found the entrance already and it's such a perfect in-your-face moment for her and I love it.
The way her grip tightens on him.. aahh she wants to take the pressure off him so badly so he can just be Norman again instead of the WM persona and it hurts!
Hug her! Hug her, you fool! She needs many hugs!
How can you expect to her relax with that fake smile on your face? If ya wanted to be convincing you should've just HUGGED HER. (i'm surprisingly passionate about this moment suddenly, dunno why.)
Perhaps it because it didn't happen in the anime that I'm fond of the embrace now? Instead we get Emma just reaching for his hand.
And after she asks Norman if the annihilation is truly what he wants and if it's tough carry everything by himself, he simply replies with "no" followed by the below. Like damn boy, and here I thought manga Norman was being harsh.
Spoilers: he did, in fact, not think about it when Emma returned. In his defense, she arrived a bit too late. But also in her defense, a lotta things happened at the Seven Walls.
Enjoy the brief happiness while you can.
My boy gets sidelined so hard during this chapter that despite all the chatter that's going on, he only got about seven total speech bubbles.
Favorite panel/moment:
I'm afraid Norman fails to understand that Emma is gonna make her own agreement between them whether he likes it or not.
I absolutely love the way Norman freaks out, even if it's definitely a valid concern about if they could actually return from the Seven Walls. C'mon boss, this is Emma we're talking about here, of course her plan is gonna be reckless. He should've expected that.
She's got a fair point about the first Ratri being able to return. And I'll never get over how she thinks this task/burden she volunteers for is simple. Emma is amazing. Crazy, but we love her.
In the anime it had the trio agree to find Sonju & Mujika instead (since the Seven Walls really don't exist in that silly adaptation) and I did kinda enjoy the quick banter between Emma & Norman about how many days the search should be. Not including anything else here though because this is longer than intended and I am very tired.
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i don't like how toyotaro characterises gohan
I have nothing better to do apparently so I feel like going through DBS chapter 102 and point out all the things that don't 'feel like' gohan and how I would have personally done it
Besides the fact Goku never told Gohan to keep training lol, that was Vegeta and Piccolo, my thought was that actually Gohan is more interested in hyping up Piccolo's power-up than his own. And then Piccolo does the opposite too. Each of them think the other one's new form is more impressive because they deeply respect each other.
So I'd say it'd be funnier if Goku asks about it and Gohan's like "oh, it was no big deal really, but you should see Piccolo!"
I dunno if this is Caleb Cook thing or a Toyotaro thing, but Gohan's dialogue is quite colloquial sometimes and I don't think that fits him. He's the polite guy, colloquial speech doesn't suit him. Might just be because they need to fit it all into the speech bubble so they have to shorten words.
gohan what does that mean
He seems very belittling of Goten and Trunks because they're fighting in a kind of showoffy impractical way, but I don't think that'd annoy him. It's his brother and friend and they're just fighting for fun, you'd think he'd either be more earnestly trying to teach them or just going along for the ride if they want to enjoy themselves.
Gohan sounds kind of sarcastic here, like he doesn't believe them or something, and he is not like that. I don't get this part really.
The problem with making Goten and Trunks be the goofy superheroes too is I really don't know what the joke is anymore. Gohan is already goofy. He already accepted Piccolo's naming convention for Beast, who Toriyama said is bad at names. So is Gohan saying he doesn't like Ultimate because it's a 'good' name but then Goten and Trunks are also in-universe goofs so if they came up with it wouldn't it be a bad name and it's all so confusing now
I think realistically Gohan would be thinking "if they manage that this time, this might be difficult". Especially if they can still do Super Saiyan 3, he'd probably be forced to go Beast already. But here it's like he doesn't even believe they can do it and that's so weird for him. Gohan always believes in people. He's like their in-universe hype man. Even when he's wrong.
Like I would think he'd be more disappointed than irritated and admonishing.
Why is Gohan so smug and smiling about this? I would have thought he'd be more curious about how strong Goku is, or earnest about wanting to show how strong he's gotten.
(also apparently toyotaro forgot the pupils for Beast but he's said that was an accident, it doesn't mean anything)
Maybe I have to rewatch DBS Episode 90 again, but I think I remember him having a more serious expression when he fought Goku there. I think there he took the fight more 'seriously' because he was fighting to prove himself. And also kind of proving himself...for himself, to get his confidence up.
I think a fight like this is a place where you can really try and get into Gohan's mindset and point of view. He's still kind of the 'normal guy' surrogate, and you can really lean into that by having him have insecurities and feelings about fighting Goku. He's Goku, after all, the main character and always-strongest dude. Even if Gohan has gotten stronger, it'd be cool if he's not sure if that's enough to put up a good fight against him. Or that he hasn't used Beast that often and wants to use this as a test to see what exactly he can do.
We don't have any of that right now. We don't know what either of them are thinking besides the fact they seem to be having a good time. There's no tension or stakes to the battle right now, and it makes it look pretty boring.
I guess we'll see what happens next month.
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I hesitate to ask, but what are the gynomorph and trans_(lore) tags...
e621.net has a kinda sordid reputation/history concerning its treatment of trans characters. This is born of two facts:
It's a popular web site whose owners and operators have, by most accounts, not the greatest track record vis a vis being sensitive to various social issues.
Their tagging policy is a very strict Tag What You See; that is, regardless of any additional context you might know about the image, tag only those aspects of it that are visible and apparent. (Aside: this has led to some really hilarious battles over images of, e.g., characters who are inarguably cis woman but happen to be flat-chested, with no visible genitalia; people fight tooth and nail in all directions over whether to tag it "female" or "male" or just "ambiguous_gender". It's ridiculous.)
For a long time the prevailing tags used for trans characters were basically slurs: "dickgirl" for transfem characters, "cuntboy" for transmasc, frequently "herm" for characters that had boobs and a dick and a pussy. (I don't think I ever saw them use "futa" though, although I would not be at all surprised if they did once upon a time.)
I dunno the details surrounding the change here — maybe there was a change of ownership at some point, or maybe they just got tired of being yelled at about it? Idk — but at some point they got rid of those tags. But instead of replacing them with something like "transgender", "trans_male", "trans_female", etc, the tags that were chosen to replace all the slurs were "gynomorph" and "andromorph", meaning respectively "a character who looks like a woman and has a dick" and "a character who looks like a man and has a pussy". I think maybe they argued for this instead of just calling them trans on some, like, "gender identity is not a visible property, some characters that match these descriptions might have weird non-gender reasons for having that body type, etc" kinda grounds, which is like. I mean, it's reasonable I guess, but the words themselves are so absurd, and the Tag What You See rule forces such bizarre contortions.
Anyway, more recently they've finally acquiesced a little bit to the fact that it is fundamentally impossible to cleanly separate What You See from Outside Context, and added "lore tags", which are extra tags that you can put on an image to acknowledge outside context about characters and stories. They still enforce TWYS for the main body of tags though, which means that you can literally have an image of a trans woman character, standing up with dick and boobs exposed, staring at the viewer and declaring in a speech bubble "I am a transgender woman", and the main tags will contain "gynomorph" while the lore tags contain "trans_(lore)" and "trans_woman_(lore)".
So yeah. e621.net is a really silly site.
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The Big Fat Greek Honeymoon, Ch 1: Athens
Can also be read on AO3!
Rating: E
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)
Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama
Word Count: 6.9k
Summary: For a pair of newly-wed Olympians, a honeymoon to the birthplace of the Olympics is obvious. Not that they learn much about the history. They're much more interested in reviewing what they know best: each other.
A/N: Written for @/akaashism's birthday! Originally published on AO3 on April 28th. Further author's notes can be found there.
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They got engaged twice. The first time was impulsive, a spur of the moment question brought on by the whirlwind bliss of the All-Star match. They were sweaty and exhausted and exhilarated, and it all bubbled into Tobio ducking under the net, kissing Shoyo, and proposing on the spot.
The second time was planned, coordinated by Tobio, and happened under the stars and the lights of the Colosseum. That time he had a ring, and Shoyo was dissolved into tears and laughter and clumsy kisses. He had achieved all his dreams, had even gone to the Olympics, but that night…that night was the best night of his life.
“Are you gonna keep saying that after tonight?” Tobio asks.
Shoyo looks away from their rings to peer up at his new husband. Husband. Wow. “Maybe. Why? Our wedding was during the day.”
“Yeah, you know why?”
“Why?”
“Cuz we’re spending our wedding night alone. With each other.”
Shoyo’s brows stay furrowed with confusion for another beat, before his eyes widen and he gasps, “Ohhhh!”
“You…”
“What?” He sits up straight, letting the covers fall around his waist to poke Tobio in the ribs. “What am I?”
“A dumbass!” Tobio catches his finger and nips at it. “Who the hell forgets the wedding night? We’re literally in the middle of it!”
“But what about the ceremony? The reception! Celebrating our love with all our loved ones!”
Tobio shrugs, frowning at Shoyo’s hand in his. “I dunno. I only cared about celebrating with you.”
God…god, he’s going to be the death of Shoyo. How can anyone look so cute and kissable while looking so grumpy? “Tobiiiii,” he coos, moving to straddle him, cradle his cheeks in his hands, and press kisses all over his face.
“Quit it, dumbass,” Tobio mumbles through the hands squishing his cheeks.
“No! Why’re you so cute? Ow!” He swats Tobio’s hands away from his waist. “Never mind, you’re mean. Meanie-yama.” He tries to climb back out of Tobio’s lap, only for arms to wrap around him and pin him in place. “Lemme go!”
“No.” The gruff refusal is softened by the kisses Tobio presses to Shoyo’s neck and shoulder.
Shoyo only squirms for a moment before he wilts into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Tobio and nestling into his shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Did you like the wedding? Honestly?”
“Yeah. Of course I did.” He brushes another lingering kiss to Shoyo’s shoulder. “Did you?”
“Yeah! A lot!”
It really was wonderful. It wasn’t a small ceremony, per se, but only because they had so many friends and family there, sprinkled with people from every stage of their journeys: their first team at Karasuno, Shoyo’s friends from Rio, their teammates from their various professional and Olympics teams. They laughed, they cried, they groaned from the speeches by their families, Kenma, and Tsukishima, they danced, and yes, they had an impromptu volleyball match on the court just outside the venue.
And now they’re here, in their lavish hotel room, curled up in bed together after showering, unraveling each other over and over again, and doing it one more time in the bath.
“What was your favorite part?” Shoyo asks quietly.
“The sex.” Tobio can’t hold back his laughter when Shoyo nips him. “I know, I know…maybe the altar. The vows. And the volleyball game.”
Shoyo blinks, surprised, before sitting up and meeting Tobio’s eyes. “Really? You liked the part where you had to be all sappy in front of everyone?”
“Not when you put it like that,” Tobio scoffs. “But…yeah. I felt like I could forget everyone else there, and it was just us. And…and I’m not…good…at saying what you mean to me. Yesterday I could, since we wrote our vows ahead of time.”
Love and gratitude nearly chokes off Shoyo’s air. “You know you don’t need to say it out loud, right? You already say it in other ways.”
“I know. But I wanted to. And yesterday I finally could.”
Shoyo hums into the kiss that he presses to Tobio’s lips. “I liked hearing it,” he murmurs when they part, “but I always like feeling it.”
Tobio catches his hands before they can wander too far down his body. “Don’t distract me,” he grumbles. “You still have to tell me your favorite part.”
“The volleyball game,” Shoyo says immediately, “and…the reception. Dancing with you and everyone. Seeing you dance with Natsu and Miwa-nee.” His hand comes back to Tobio’s face, tracing the line of his lips with his thumb. “I liked seeing all the ways our lives have come together.”
“Me, too. But I still liked spending time with you most.”
“Oh, just ‘spending time’ with me, huh?” He cackles and leans away from Tobio’s attempt to pinch his nose. “Are you ready to ‘spend time’ with me on our honeymoon?”
“Quit saying that!”
“Cuz I am! I can’t wait to spend looooots of time with you!”
With that, Tobio flips Shoyo to his back and looms over him, muffling his laughter with kisses. “What if we spend so much time together, we don’t actually see any of Greece?”
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“And go on our honeymoon alone?”
“Uh-huh. I’m gonna go on all the tours and eat all the food. Even your portions.”
“That’s so lame!” Shoyo laughs, looping his arms around Tobio’s shoulders and pulling him down. “You’re so lame! Lame-yama!”
“Yeah, and you married me. So what’s that make you?”
“Your husband.” Shoyo smiles up at Tobio’s wide eyes and solemn expression. “We’re married, Tobio! You’re my husband!”
A slow smile spreads over Tobio’s face. “I know. I was there for it.”
“And we’re going to Greece! It’s going to be so cool!” In the middle of his gushing, Shoyo keeps pressing kisses to any bit of Tobio he can reach and keeps pulling him closer. “We’re gonna play beach volleyball and swim and see the first Olympics stadium and—”
As he keeps talking, Tobio settles in on top of him, tucks his head under his chin, and holds him close like he’s a teddy bear. Shoyo continues uninterrupted, used to the way Tobio likes to snuggle in, and instinctively starts combing his fingers through his hair. “I saw online that we can go jogging there. That’d be so cool! Imagine, we can say we went jogging in the first Olympics stadium! And we can see the temple of Nike-Athena and wish for certain victory! You can make up for rejecting me in our first year.”
He pauses, waiting for Tobio to grumble some sort of protestation about his playful grudge. But all he gets are deep breaths that tickle his collarbone. “...Tobi?”
Tobio just huffs and holds him tighter, pulling a surprised laugh from Shoyo. “Good night, Tobio.”
“Mm.”
“Love you.”
“Nngh.”
“I can’t wait to have a bunch of the best nights of our lives this week.”
It’s a tricky thing, reaching for the bedside lightswitch with a heavy professional athlete wrapped so tightly around him. But he makes it, and when he drifts to sleep, their intertwined bodies are awash with silvery moonlight, and he’s warm and cozy beneath the love of his life.
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Their honeymoon is going to be in Santorini, but their first stop is Athens, arriving in the morning and leaving the following evening. They really only wanted to see the Panathenaic Stadium, where the first modern Olympics took place, and the Acropolis.
They get their first glimpse of the latter sooner than they expected. They’re bleary from their red-eye flight, even treating themselves to some coffee to stay awake on the metro from the airport to their hotel. Shoyo feels like he’s scraping all his brain cells together to muster enough English to check in, and he nearly falls asleep leaning against Tobio on the long elevator ride up.
But then they step into their suite, and Shoyo catches a glimpse of the view from their balcony, and all his drowsiness saps out of him. “Uwahhh, Tobio, look!!”
He abandons his suitcase at the foot of the bed to run to the balcony. The sun rises over the mountains that border the city, bathing everything in golden light, and there, in the middle of it all, glows the Parthenon. Shoyo isn’t much for history, neither of them are, but he grew up seeing images of the ancient temple. It’s surreal, seeing it right there, with his own eyes.
The air is still brisk from the early morning chill, and when Shoyo hears Tobio’s slow steps behind him, he’s grateful for the chance to lean into his warmth. “Hey, Tobi,” he murmurs when he feels a chin hook over his shoulder.
“Hm?”
“We’re in Greece!”
“Yeah…”
A wide smile pushes at Shoyo’s cheeks at the sound of Tobio’s voice so soft with awe. It’s a rare sound, and one that Shoyo only shares with Miwa. It’s sweet, knowing that not even Tobio, in all his oblivion about history and significant sites, can escape the wonder of seeing the Parthenon in real life.
“Do you wanna go now, or do you wanna nap? Or we can walk around! We didn’t get to see any of the city from the metro.”
“Don’t we have scheduled tickets?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
A scoff ruffles the hair around Shoyo’s ear. “Those aren’t till the afternoon…let’s walk around, find something to eat, and then go to the Apocrolis.”
“The what?”
“The Apocrolis?”
Shoyo turns in Tobio’s arms, and he sees, to his delight, an utterly earnest look of confusion on his face. “Oh, my god.”
“What?!”
“I love you so much, you big dummy.”
“Hah?!” Tobio’s confusion is giving way to anger, but before it can finish the journey, Shoyo catches his cheeks and presses up to brush a kiss to his pouting lips.
“It’s the Acoprolis,” he says when he sinks back down.
“That’s what I said.”
“No, it’s not!”
“The Apocrolis.”
“Acoprolis!”
“The hell? That sounds so wrong!”
“You sound wrong!” Shoyo argues. “There’re signs all over the city, you didn’t see them?”
“Yeah! They said Apocrolis!”
With a wordless shout of annoyance, Shoyo takes Tobio by the hand and hauls him to the door. “We’re gonna walk around the city, and there’s gonna be a bunch of signs, and they’re all gonna say I’m right!”
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The signs do not say Shoyo is right.
To be fair, they also don’t say Tobio is right. “And I was closer, so I win,” Shoyo declares.
“Win what? You were wrong, too!”
“Yeah, but I only put the r in the wrong place! I dunno what you thought you were saying.”
Tobio scowls down at his phone, where he has their tickets open. Tickets that declare in bold letters, “Skip-the-Line! Acropolis Hill!”
“A-cro-po-lis,” he sounds out under his breath. Shoyo is flung back to their days agonizing over English notes, despite all of Yachi’s best efforts to reach them. Tobio somehow looks just as serious now as he did then, even though he’s standing in line during his honeymoon and not dreading an English exam.
Shoyo loves him so much.
Their tickets come with free audio guides, but for the sake of saving their batteries, they only load one up on Shoyo’s phone and split the earbuds. “Don’t go running off, or my connection will break off,” Tobio warns him.
Shoyo rolls his eyes. “I’m not a dog! And it’s not like you really care about the guide.”
“No, but…you do.”
One would think that more than a decade together would let Shoyo get used to the hidden depths of Tobio’s care, but he’s still reduced to surprised blinks at the shy mumble. Sure, the side trip to Athens before their honeymoon-proper in Santorini was his idea, but he was already happy that Tobio agreed to it despite his grumbles about not wanting to see “a bunch of old buildings.” The fact that he wants to learn what Shoyo learns is…
Tobio looks up from Shoyo’s phone to give him a small, confused frown. “…What?”
For once, Shoyo doesn’t say anything. He just grabs Tobio by the collar, pulls him down, and lands a loud, smacking kiss on his cheek.
“Gross, dumbass!” Tobio snaps, wiping at his wet cheek with one hand and grabbing at Shoyo’s hair with the other. Shoyo dances away with a cackle, running ahead to the Theater of Dionysus and hitting play on the audio guide before Tobio can yell any more.
The rest of the climb to the top passes in relative peace. Shoyo doesn’t pay attention to all of the audio tracks, but the ones that he does actually listen to are full of interesting stories, both historical and mythical: over here is an ancient auditorium built by a man who was accused of killing his pregnant wife. Over there is the hill where Ares was put on trial for killing a son of Poseidon. By that temple on the top of the Acropolis is the place where Poseidon and Athena competed to be the patron god of the city.
“Oh, they didn’t kill each other?” Tobio mutters. “That’s new.” A tiny smirk tugs at his lips when Shoyo snickers.
“You can’t make fun of the gods right next to their temples!” Shoyo playfully scolds him. “We’re by the Parthenon, what if Athena hears you?”
With a dramatic sigh, Tobio turns towards the monument and gives a bow. “Pardon my disrespect.”
The audio tour takes them around the various temples at the top of the Acropolis, eventually bringing them to the viewing point of the Temple of Athena-Nike. It looks positively diminutive compared to the majestic ruins of the Parthenon, but Shoyo is still excited to see it. As soon as the audio tour confirms that the temple is dedicated to both Athena and Nike, goddess of victory, Shoyo places a Euro just beyond the security ropes, dips into a deep bow, and straightens to clap his hands twice. He can feel Tobio’s bemused eyes on him, but his husband thoughtfully waits until he finishes mouthing prayers for certain victory and opens his eyes before he teases him. “This isn’t a Japanese shrine, dumbass.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I left my sacrificial goat at the hotel,” Shoyo shoots back. “Aren’t you gonna pray?”
“This isn’t a Japanese shrine,” Tobio repeats.
“I knowwww, but think! If we pray to different countries’ gods, then we’ll have to win!!”
“Praying isn’t going to let us win. Training will.” For all his grumbling, Tobio still dips into another bow and claps his hands twice. He doesn’t bother praying out loud, quickly turning to Shoyo with ears glowing red under the few curious looks they’ve attracted. “Can we go now?”
He grabs Shoyo’s hand and tugs him towards the Parthenon, stubbornly ignoring the smile making Shoyo’s cheeks ache.
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Shoyo always knew Greek food is great—he was the one to properly introduce Tobio to Greek yogurt—but he’s still not prepared for how delicious the street food is.
“Tobi, you gotta try this!” he mumbles around a mouthful of meat, wielding his souvlaki at his husband.
“Dumbass, don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Shoyo obediently keeps his mouth closed, but he still pushes the stick of food forward. Tobio takes it with a sigh, and narrows his eyes when Shoyo makes a grabbing motion with his now-empty hand at his gyro. “I didn’t say I’d share this with you.”
Shoyo whines and grabs at the stuffed pita, only to grab at empty air when Tobio lifts it overhead. “Finish your bite first!”
Oh. Fair enough. Shoyo still pouts as he chews, cheeks puffing from the two cubes of meat he took in one big bite.
They’re making their way back to the hotel after a day of wandering around the city. Despite having bought day passes for the metro, they really didn’t use it after arriving from the airport. The city is incredibly walkable, and paired with the ruins that seem to wait around every other corner, their day in Athens passed in a flash.
“Are you sure you don’t wait to do something fancier for dinner?” Shoyo asks as he’s finally handed the gyro.
“What, do you want a fancy dinner?”
“No!”
“Then why do you keep asking?”
Shoyo shrugs. “I dunno. It’s the first night of our honeymoon. It feels like we should do something special.”
“Sho.”
“What?”
“We’re in Athens.”
“Yeah…?”
“Being here with you is already special.” Shoyo’s cheeks catch on fire, but Tobio powers through before he can say anything. “Besides, we’ve got the rest of the week in Santorini to have a fancy dinner. I like being able to try the street food while we’re in the city.”
He holds out the stick of souvlaki with one more bit of meat and some vegetables left, expecting Shoyo to trade him the last few bites of the gyro. But all Shoyo can offer him is empty wrapping and wide eyes. “…Um.”
They stare at each other for a beat, during which Shoyo watches the confusion in Tobio’s eyes fade into disbelief. “Did you…eat the rest of my gyro?”
“I thought you would finish my souvlaki!”
“When did we agree on that?”
“I dunno! I assumed!”
Tobio stares him down as he slowly slides off the rest of the souvlaki and chews at it. His hand shoots towards Shoyo’s hair without warning, but Shoyo is already ducking by the time it reaches him. “That had all the tsatiki sauce!” he whines.
“I know, I’m sorry!”
“No, you’re not, you’ve still got it all over your face, dumbass!”
Shoyo swipes at his cheeks and dances away from Tobio’s hand at the same time, grimacing when his hands come away from his face a bit sticky. Oops. “I’ll get you one tomorrow!”
“We’re not even going to be here tomorrow!”
“We’ll still be in Greece!”
“An island gyro won’t taste the same!”
The entire time they argue, Tobio is grabbing at Shoyo, who keeps dodging his hands. “Get over here!” he finally growls.
“No! You’re going to squeeze my head or cheeks or something!”
“You deserve it!”
“No, I don’t!” Shoyo laughs. Sure, he still feels a little guilty, but it’s always so fun to rile Tobio up. It’s not like he’ll be punished by anything worse than squeezing fingers or a kick in the ass.
At least…not in public.
The thought makes a thrill run up Shoyo’s spine. Suddenly, all he wants is to get to the hotel as quickly as possible. And he knows just the way.
“Hey, Tobi,” he chirps, dodging another grab.
“What?”
“Race you to the hotel!”
“Huh?!”
With that, Shoyo turns and begins running as fast as he can towards the hotel. He knows he has an unfair advantage—he’s been navigating them around all day, which means he knows the way back better than Tobio—but he doesn’t care much. Tobio would use the same advantage if he had it.
“Shoyo, you dumbass!! You’re cheating!!”
“Come and catch me then!” He can hear Tobio grunting behind him, but he just pushes forward faster, leaving behind his laughter as he runs through the streets of Athens. He feels like he’s back in high school, dashing around other people walking along the sidewalks and running recklessly to reach a destination before Tobio.
At some point he loses Tobio around the corner of a small, easily-missed side street. Triumph floods his body and pushes him more, until he reaches the hotel and is forced to a speed walk through the lobby, to the elevators. “Come on, come on,” he chants under his breath as he presses repeatedly at the “up” button. He lost Tobio, but he knows his husband. It won’t take long for him to catch up.
The elevator finally arrives with a cheery ding, and Shoyo steps inside to immediately punch at the button for their floor.
“Oi!”
Shit. He begins stabbing at the “close door” button when his eyes meet Tobio’s from across the lobby. “C’mooooon.”
Tobio is speeding towards the elevator just as the doors begin closing, eyes looking dangerously stormy. Shoyo can’t resist—he sticks his tongue out and tugs down at his eye, certain that Tobio won’t make it in time.
He should’ve known better.
It’s like it happens in slow motion: Tobio breaks into a run, and right before the doors get too close, he slips in between and lets his momentum crash him into Shoyo. “You actual asshole,” he growls, catching Shoyo in his arms and crowding him against the back of the elevator carriage.
“Wait, wait!” Shoyo laughs, breathless from his shout of surprise. “I just wanted to race, we haven’t raced all day!”
“You got a huge head start!”
“You did last time!”
“And I got lost!”
“That’s not my fault!”
That’s all Shoyo manages to say before his lips are being covered and parted in a hungry kiss. He’s still laughing, even as Tobio licks into his mouth and nips at his lip, but it doesn’t take long for his laughter to melt into a quiet moan. He loves when Tobio gets like this, all blustery and grumpy and shameless in his hunger. Usually Shoyo’s the one tugging him into kisses and coaxing soft moans out of him in public. It’s nice, getting surprised like this.
The sound of the elevators chiming and opening the doors makes them gasp and leap apart, only to relax when they see that they’ve arrived at their floor and no one is waiting to get on. Shoyo feels lightheaded with relief as he pulls Tobio into another kiss and nudges him down the hall, newly apathetic to the chance of being seen. Tobio returns the kisses, but Shoyo can tell he’s feeling nervous about being seen. He doesn’t mind. He knows that’ll change once they’re behind closed doors.
Sure enough, as soon as their hotel door locks behind them, Tobio is pressing Shoyo against it and kissing him. He kisses his lips, his nose, his jaw, licks away the drying streak of sauce on his chin and grins at the surprised squeak it earns him. “It tastes better on you,” he hums, as though he’s making a casual observation and not making Shoyo’s cheeks burn.
“Quit being so smooth,” Shoyo grumbles, looping his arms around Tobio’s neck and reeling him back in. “It’s weird, coming from you.”
“Yeah? Why’re you blushing so hard, then?”
“Because it’s weird! You’re a weirdo!”
Tobio raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you want this weirdo to fuck you, or not?”
Aaaaaand there goes any flustered feelings Shoyo had. He pulls Tobio into a kiss, mostly because he just wants to, but partially to hide his smile against his lips. “Stupid,” he mutters.
“Dumbass.”
Shoyo giggles as he cranes his neck into the ticklish presses of Tobio’s lips. “We need to shower,” he says, almost absentmindedly.
“Hm?”
“Before you fuck me.” Tobio pulls away and pins him under a furrowed brow. “What?”
“It sounds cruder when you say it.”
“So sorry,” Shoyo scoffs. “What would you prefer? Have sex? Make love? Bump uglies?”
“Alright, my boner’s gone.”
“Wait!” Shoyo laughs for the umpteenth time that day. “Come back here!”
“No. It’s too late, it’s gone!” For all his complaining, Tobio is still making a bee-line to the bathroom. A grin pulls at Shoyo’s lips—he knew he didn’t mean it.
By the time Shoyo steps into the bathroom, Tobio’s already shirtless and is starting to push down his pants. His boxers reveal that he was lying—there’s still a partial hard-on pressing at the tight material. Heat washes over Shoyo and pools between his legs, his own arousal rising as if in response. Tobio’s eyes are knowing and heavy-lidded when they meet Shoyo’s, before he wordlessly slips his boxers down and steps out of them, leaving himself naked. “Are you going to shower, or not?”
Shoyo’s never gotten naked so quickly.
The shower’s too small for them to really do anything, but they make the most of it, relishing having each other naked and wet in their hands. Their fingers are gentle in each other’s hair, though Tobio can’t resist tugging a little at Shoyo’s hair and grinning at his whine of protest. It’s nice, but Shoyo’s eager to rinse out their hair and run a soapy washcloth over Tobio’s body, pressing kisses to every inch of clean, freshly-rinsed skin. He tries to focus on his work, but he can’t fully ignore the paths Tobio’s hands are tracing over him, and even though he can feel his fingers trailing between his legs, he still gasps when a calloused fingertip rubs slippery circles over his hole.
“This okay?” Tobio breathes against his ear.
Shoyo nods and bumps his nose against Tobio’s jaw. It works to make him pull away enough for Shoyo to crane up for a kiss, a kiss he smirks into when he runs a hand down Tobio’s abs and takes him in a slick grip that earns him a strangled groan.
The spray of water feels almost cold against his burning skin. Electricity is sparkling through him, sparking at every part of his body that touches Tobio. When Tobio dips his finger into him, just to the first knuckle, the burn of the lubeless stretch feels secondary to Shoyo’s desperation for more. “Tobio,” he gasps against his lips, “Tobi, please.”
“I’m not stretching you out with soap, dumbass,” Tobio grumbles back, softening his words with a slow kiss. “‘M just cleaning you out a little.”
“I’m clean, I’m clean,” Shoyo insists, wiggling against the finger in him. “Are you? Can we go?”
“Why’re you so impatient? We’ve got the whole week.”
“Our whole lives.” He pouts at Tobio’s sheepish grimace. “And it’s our honeymoon!! If we don’t fuck every night, it’ll be a waste!”
“That’s not how honeymoons work, you horny dumbass!”
“That’s how our honeymoon can work!”
Tobio’s eyes narrow, and that’s the only warning Shoyo gets before he’s being pushed under the shower head, sputtering at the sudden onslaught of water on his face. “Tobi, what the hell!” he shouts as soon as the hands on his shoulder relent and let him escape the spray with a gasp. “We’re married for one day and you’re already trying to kill me?”
Tobio’s already stepping out of the shower and toweling off, rolling his eyes at Shoyo’s dramatics. “That wasn’t going to kill you. You just needed to snap out of your horny brain.”
“Saying that while you’re wet and naked isn’t helping,” Shoyo sniffs as he turns off the shower and follows Tobio out. “Can I have a towel?”
His request is answered with a towel tossed on his head, but he doesn’t get to whine about it, not before there are hands ruffling the towel over his hair. When his face finally surfaces from the white terry cloth, his hair is sticking up in all directions and he’s wearing a smile that’s soft with adoration. “Thanks!”
Tobio just hums and kisses him. He moves to pull away after a quick kiss, but Shoyo clings to his shoulders, keeping him close and trapped into a deeper kiss. Their height difference isn’t big enough anymore to warrant Shoyo rising to his toes, but he does it anyway, pressing himself to Tobio’s height as he licks into his mouth and nibbles at his lips.
The towel is haphazardly wrapped around his body and held up by Tobio’s greedy hands, until it’s suddenly being draped properly around Shoyo’s shoulders. Then Tobio manages to pull away, and before Shoyo can press in again, he’s being swept up into a bridal carry. He’s not the scrawny boy he was in high school, and he can feel Tobio straining under his muscle weight, but he still carries him smoothly from the bathroom to the bed, unhindered by the kisses and bites Shoyo trails down his neck.
It’s the sexiest thing he’s done since the setter dump he did at JNT practice a few weeks ago.
“You’re so hot, Tobi,” he breathes into his ear, nipping at his earlobe and grinning at the gasp he earns. “You’re gonna feel so good in me.”
There’s a soft swear before he’s lowered to the bed with a care that he didn’t expect from the heat of their make out. Tobio untangles himself from his arms and stands over him at the foot of the bed, eyes greedily drinking in his naked form on top of the pure white towel and sheets. He’s a vision himself, all smooth skin over lean, defined muscle, with dark, glinting eyes and smooth black hair.
Heat washes over Shoyo, and he’s not sure if it’s from desire or misplaced shyness beneath that steady focus. He squirms on the towel, the terry cloth texture feeling especially potent on his still-damp skin. “Tobio…,” he pleads, reaching for him without lifting himself from the towel.
Tobio catches his hand and brushes a kiss to his palm. “Wait for me, Sho,” he whispers into his skin. Shoyo can only watch as he lets him go and hurries to his suitcase, digging through it with a frantic urgency that couldn’t have been more different from his slow, deliberate kisses.
He doesn’t mean to laugh. It just bubbles up to his lips as he pushes himself to the head of the bed, and before he can stop it, it bursts forward in a strangled giggle. Tobio doesn’t pause in his search, but he does throw a scowl over his shoulder. “Shut up.”
“There should be lube in my suitcase.”
“I packed some.”
“Are you sure?”
With almost suspicious timing, Tobio finally extracts a tube and tosses it to the bed, followed by a condom and himself, climbing over Shoyo and glowering down at him. “You were saying?”
“I was saying you’re gonna feel good in me,” Shoyo sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting up at Tobio as though his cock isn’t so hard it’s aching. “Was I wrong?”
A familiar glint of challenge flashes in Tobio’s eye. “I know what you’re doing. It’s not working.”
Shoyo grins. “Isn’t it?”
“How many times have I fucked you?” Tobio dips down to brush his lips along Shoyo’s cheek, down to his ear, where he whispers, “And you still beg for me every time.”
A breath shudders out of Shoyo, but he still manages to taunt, “Make me. I’m not begging yet.”
Oh, will he ever stop feeling his heart leap at that smirk? “Fine.”
He expects to hear the lube snapping open and Tobio slicking up his fingers. Instead, he feels kisses being pressed down his body, with an extra lick given to each of his nipples. The wet touch is glancing, just enough to make him gasp and try to arch into the touch. But Tobio’s already moved on, trailing his tongue along the lines of his abs and dipping into his belly button to pull another whine from him.
By the time Shoyo does hear the snap of the lube, he’s too distracted by the hot breaths beading along his stiff length that curves against his abs. Suddenly, there’s a finger drawing slick circles around his hole, while Tobio’s clean hand wraps around his cock and lifts the tip to his lips. Shoyo guesses what will happen a beat early, but it doesn’t matter. A moan still tears out of him when his cockhead is wrapped in a sweet suction just as Tobio’s finger slowly presses into him. “Ooooh, oh, fuck, Tobio—!”
Tobio hums as he slowly slides more of Shoyo’s cock into his mouth while twisting his finger inside him. He has an uncanny talent for knowing exactly when to curl his tongue or hollow his cheeks in order to distract Shoyo from the burn of a second, then third finger inside of him. It works—he doesn’t notice the sting at all, too focused on his need for more.
“I’m ready,” he pants, “I’m ready, I’m stretched.”
He looks down in time to see Tobio’s watery eyes flick up to look at him, before he hollows his cheeks again and curves all three fingers just right. “Wait—!” Shoyo cries, voice shaking from the sweet pressure against his prostate. “Wait, no, not on your fingers, I want— I wanted— mmm, fuck!”
His orgasm crests over him with all the sudden force of a tsunami wave, sweeping him away with no warning and leaving him arching from the towel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck you, Tobio, fuuuuck!”
Tobio just hums around his length as he easily swallows Shoyo’s release. It almost feels like he’s milking him, the way he keeps suckling at his tip and stroking at his prostate. He only relents when Shoyo sinks his fingers into his smooth hair and shoves. His cock escapes Tobio’s mouth with a lewd pop, but Shoyo can’t even feel turned on by the sound, not when he’s glowering at his husband. “You’re such an ass! I told you to wait!”
“You also told me to make you beg,” Tobio smoothly retorts.
“Not during prep, stupid! I thought you were going to fuck me!”
Tobio’s smirk is insufferable now, with an edge of something that makes apprehension prick at Shoyo. “Who said I’m not going to fuck you?”
Shoyo blinks. “But…but I came.”
“Yeah? I didn’t.”
Realization flashes hot over Shoyo as he watches Tobio pull his fingers out, grab the condom, and tear it open with his clean hand and teeth. The sight of him sliding the condom down his still-hard cock and slicking himself up now feels like a threat as much as a promise. Sure, just last night they were coaxing multiple orgasms from each other, but there was always a small space between each one to let each other bounce back from the last.
Tobio…does not look like he’s going to give Shoyo that space.
“T…Tobio…,” Shoyo murmurs, torn between anxiety and anticipation.
Tobio doesn’t answer until he’s lined himself up against Shoyo’s wet, stretched rim. Only then does he meet Shoyo’s wide eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
Shoyo bites his lip and stays silent, though his brows furrow when Tobio smirks and grunts, “Thought so.”
With that, Tobio starts slowly, carefully pressing forward. His eyes are fixed on Shoyo’s face, noting every twitch and flinch that he can’t hold back. The stretch aches in a way Shoyo isn’t used to—he’s sore, and he’s sore everywhere. His rim is puffy and raw, his cock is flushed and aching and still half-hard, even his walls feel swollen around Tobio’s length, making him feel even bigger inside him than usual. But he doesn’t complain, doesn’t even whine, keeps his teeth firmly pressed into his bottom lip. He can do this. He can do this. If he begs tonight, it’ll be because Tobio is fucking him just the way he likes, and not a moment before.
Then Tobio’s cock nudges against his sore prostate, and his mouth falls open on a strangled groan. “Nngh, ah…ha…”
“You okay?” The question is earnest, but Shoyo can still see some smug triumph lurking beneath the concern on Tobio’s face. It’s infuriating and unbelievable and so hot, and Shoyo can no longer resist the urge to take Tobio’s face in his hands and pull him into a hungry kiss. Sucking on Tobio’s tongue is not as effective a distraction as Tobio sucking on his cock, but it keeps Shoyo preoccupied enough to only whimper into Tobio’s mouth as he continues sinking in.
When their hips are finally flush together, Tobio feels like steel inside Shoyo, and Shoyo’s cock has slowly, almost painfully swelled back up. It’s heavy and almost purple between their bodies, and when Tobio gives a tentative rock of his hips, his body drags against it while his own cock drags against Shoyo’s walls. “Shoyo?”
“Mmm…”
“Hey.”
“Nnh— what?”
“Talk to me. Are you okay?”
Shoyo’s glare feels halfhearted—he’s too frayed at the edges with overstimulation to muster up any true ire. “You started this. You better finish it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, dumbass— ah, fuck!” Tobio nearly collapses when Shoyo tightens up around him.
“C’mon, Tobio,” Shoyo breathes. His voice sounds like a fragile thread, moments from snapping. “Make me beg.”
The reminder of his dare snaps Tobio out of his worry. With a low growl, he snaps his hips forward with a force that tears another cry from Shoyo. He sets a brisk pace immediately, giving Shoyo almost no respite at all from the constant, overwhelming, dragging pressure. Every thrust has Shoyo dancing on the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain, and it’s transcendent.
The only thing keeping things from tipping over into “unbearable” are the kisses Tobio is pressing to his lips and throat, before he trails down to wrap his lips around Shoyo’s nipples. They’re not already sore from overwhelm, and Tobio’s suction is the only sensation that is firmly pleasurable, easing the deep ache of his cock.
Then Tobio nudges his hips up just as he thrusts back in.
“Tobio!” Shoyo nearly screams, head falling back against the pillows as though his strings have been cut. The thrusts are relentless against his sore prostate, making him feel almost bruised. It hurts, he should be scrambling to get away from Tobio.
Instead, he finds his legs wrapping around Tobio’s hips and urging him even deeper inside. He aches, he’s sore, his whole body is throbbing, and he can’t get enough. “Tobio, Tobio, oh god, Tobio,” he chants, sinking his nails into the bunched muscles of his back.
“What do you want, Sho? Tell me.”
“Keep going, don’t stop, fuck, it hurts—”
“You sure I shouldn’t stop?”
“No, no, don’t, please, need more, I’m—” His words crack into another moan.
He’s a mess under Tobio: his skin is covered in sweat and saliva and tear tracks, his cock is leaking pre-come all over his abs, his hole is squelching with the excess lube leaking out of him on every thrust.
“Fuck, Sho, you’re taking me so good,” Tobio grunts, forehead pressing between his collarbones, “gonna make me come so hard.”
“Me, too, nngh, please—!”
“Yeah?” Tobio pulls away just enough to smirk at him. “Are you gonna give me a second one?”
“Mm-hm!”
“Okay.” Slick fingers suddenly wrap around Shoyo’s cock, sliding his pre-come down his sore erection. “Since you asked so nicely.”
The tight, slippery jerks of his hand are enough to make Shoyo wail again. “Yes, yes, yes, please, Tobi, m’close, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”
“Shhh, I’ve got you. C’mon Sho, come for me, you can do it.”
One more thrust into Shoyo’s prostate and one more twist of Tobio’s wrist at Shoyo’s tip is all it takes.
This orgasm tears through Shoyo, reducing him to sobs as it burns through him and threatens to come closer to pain than bliss. His balls ache as they wring up for another release so soon, and his cock kicks almost sluggishly with every pulse of come that splatters on their skin. Tobio doesn’t last much longer, burying in as deep as he can and groaning from the bottom of his chest. “Ahhhh, ngh, yeah, Sho, feel so good.”
Shoyo is beyond words. He can only whimper at the condom being filled inside him and Tobio finally collapsing on top of him. The sudden weight pushes a grunt from Shoyo, but it’s comforting, familiar, the perfect way to bring him back to something more familiar.
When he finally trusts himself to talk, the first thing he says is, “What the fuck, Tobio?”
“Hm?”
“What was that?”
Tobio slowly lifts his head from Shoyo’s shoulder to blink at him. “What? Was it bad?”
“Shut up, you know it wasn’t!” Shoyo scoffs. “But now I’m sore all over, and we have to get to Santorini tomorrow, and it’s only the first night! You can’t make me sore like this every night!!”
“I won’t!” Tobio insists. “I only did that because you told me to make you beg! So that’s what I did!”
Shoyo lets his head fall back with a huff, only for his view of the ceiling to be interrupted by Tobio’s looming, concerned face. “Oi.”
“What?”
“Are you okay?” A gentle hand comes to Shoyo’s cheek, stroking a thumb over tear tracks that he hadn’t even noticed. “Be honest. You look…rough.”
“I wonder why?” The words hold no bite, and Shoyo turns to brush a kiss to Tobio’s palm. “I’m okay, Tobi, seriously. It hurt, but it felt good.” When Tobio’s concern doesn’t ease up, Shoyo rolls his eyes. “I came again, didn’t I?”
“Yeah…”
“Then there you go!” He slides his arms around Tobio’s shoulders and gives a little pull. “C’mon, quit being a worrywart and kiss me.”
Tobio obeys, but not without nagging, “We have to clean up before we fall asleep.”
“I know.”
“So let me go do that.”
“Kiss me first!”
Without a scowl, Tobio leans down to take Shoyo’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. Shoyo feels like he can melt into the messy sheets, the aches in his body easing into a pleasant soreness, as if he’s just left an intense massage session.
“Hey, Tobi?” he whispers as Tobio’s kisses wander from his mouth to his jaw.
“Mm?”
“If I can’t walk tomorrow, will you carry me to the Olympic stadium?”
“The hell? No. You’re not gonna be that sore, you drama queen.”
“But I’ll be a little sore,” he sniffs. “You should make it up to me!”
Tobio lifts himself over Shoyo to raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ve got…some other ideas of how to make it up to you.” Shoyo’s cheeks immediately catch on fire, and Tobio’s lips stretch into a triumphant grin.
Shoyo doesn’t mind. He’s too busy imagining what the rest of the trip will hold for him.
Santorini is going to be fun.
#haikyuu!!#kagehina#shobio#pearl writes#pearl's stuff#smut#honeymoon fic#shoyo hinata#tobio kageyama#athens#hinata shouyou#kageyama tobio#haikyu!!#hq!!#haikyuu#haikyu#hq#kagehina fics#kagehina fanfics#kagehina fic#kagehina fanfic#haikyuu post time skip#haikyu post time skip#hq post time skip#hq manga spoilers#shobio fanfics#shobio fanfic#shobio fics#shobio fic
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techno isnt their keyboardist. but one night niki is heading downstairs in the syndicate house (bc they all live in one house for found family reasons obviously) and hears the piano. its so loose and fluid and gorgeously haunting, and its everything theyve been trying to get ranboo to figure out. shes going to congratulate ranboo but when she walks in she sees techno instead, just absolutely flowing with the music.
mostly just schmoopy.
"i didn't know you could play," niki says, softly, startling techno out of the daze he'd fallen into.
"niki, we're literally in a band together," techno replies.
"you know what i mean, techno," niki laughs. "i didn't know you could play the piano."
"eh, it's not any harder than any other instrument," he says with a shrug. "you just gotta know which key to press."
they sit in awkward silence for a bit. techno dooesn't make a move to start playing again.
"hey, techno," niki asks, as the silence stretches in the room. "can i ask you something?"
"sure, i guess," techno says with a shrug. "as long as it's not, like, weird or anything-"
"how come you stopped?" she asks, before she can lose the nerve. "playing, i mean."
techno sighs, and niki feels like she's intruding on something that maybe she shouldn't have.
"you don't have to answer!" she quickly backtracks. "it's not a big deal or anything, techno-"
"expectations are a heavy thing," he says, staring through her at something in the distant past. "and a lot of times, you don't realize how much they weigh until you put them down."
his hand comes up and closes the lid over the keys, with that uncharacteristic gentleness that she's learning may be far less uncharacteristic than she first assumed. "i used to play competitively. won first place at every competition, got invited to play at all kinds of fancy banquets. that kind of thing. and, like, i didn't hate it, but it was always so boring. no soul, no personality. you were supposed to be a slave to a dead composer. and like- look, ok, i was absolutely a goody two-shoes back then but when i was like, i dunno, maybe sixteen or seventeen, i was invited to perform a duet with this violinist. and i hated this guy at first, all right? he kept going on about 'feeling the music' and i was like 'this is nonsense' because i was a dumb kid who thought he knew everything-"
"oh, like tommy," niki interjects, and techno bursts out wheeze-laughing.
"see, this? this is why we let you be our frontman," techno says. "people actually find your jokes funny. unlike the rest of us."
"i don't know," niki says, her own voice warmed with the bubbly laughter of late nights with good friends. "i think you can tell good jokes sometimes."
"sometimes?" techno asks, mock-offended. "i'll have you know i am the HEIGHT of comedy, all right? it's not my fault the fans don't appreciate my sense of humor!" and then he settles back into the well-worn calmness that lives on his shoulders like a comfortable, warm cloak. "but anyways, we were practising and he kept screwing around with the dynamics and the tempo and i didn't get it. i was so focused on playing the piece as written that i couldn't follow his lead. we broke to grab dinner and then came back to the practice room, and he'd hidden my sheet music. now, i had the notes memorized already, so it wasn't a big deal, but he looked at me with this smirk that was, like, 'foolish mortal, i have stolen your puny sheet music and now you must follow my lead or else'. he had secretly set up his phone to record us and then he played it back. it was the best i'd ever sounded, but i couldn't just, like, say that so i just said we sounded all right. but after the concert for the next several months it was like winning didn't mean anything anymore. but everyone was always watching, waiting for me to slip up so they could take my place. and you know i'm a little bit- just like a tiny smidge competitive sometimes- so i couldn't just lose, all right? and dropping out would've been forfeiting and that's basically the same thing."
he takes a sip of the thermos that's been sitting by his foot.
"so i won the world championship, and when they asked me to give a speech, i said, 'i quit'. and i haven't played in public since."
"that's amazing, techno," niki says. "i don't think i could've done it."
"eh," techno says with a shrug, glancing towards the cracked open door of philza and kristin's room, a soft look on his face. "i had some help."
#technoblade#niki nihachu#nihachu#ph1lza#the syndicate dsmp#the syndicate#dsmp fic#dsmp band au#syndicate band au#my writing#<- still cant believe that exists#sorry for any spelling errors or whatever but ive been up since 4AM so i actually dont care#band au#ex-pianist technoblade my beloved#zablr#bladeblr#booblr#syndicateblr#techno & niki#mcyt fic#dream smp fic#dsmp fanfiction#dream smp fanfiction#zaph look. zaph. zaph. zaph. i wrote a thing. because ex-pianist technoblade is living rent-free in my house#techno & phil#technoblade & philza#antarctic duo#emerald duo
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Why was itachi imagining sas naked while talking to naruto??😣😣
That felt totally unnecessary, you dont need to undress for kotoamatsukuyomi or eye transplants?
Uh... okay. I assume that you’re talking about this panel
In my opinion, this is an objective panel that explain blatantly what’s happened, technical stuff about jutsu, explain what, when, where, why, and how it was casted. And the illustration is mostly Kishi’s artistic choice to help audience understand the explanation. Just like Kishimoto used different style on portraying Kaguya’s story in Madara’s explanation.
So yeah, that panel is all about Itachi’s explanation about Kotoamatsukami to, uh, “brainwash” Sasuke. The panel emphasis Shisui’s eye on the crow put Sasuke’s whole self under genjutsu to protect Konoha.
Why it was naked, hat felt totally unnecessary, you dont need to undress for kotoamatsukuyomi or eye transplants?
Sasuke there is portrayed as a person who is wholly subjugated by Shisui’s absolute genjutsu (that was casted by the crow, after Itachi’s death) to protect Konoha. So either you implied that Itachi imagined Sasuke had quickie with a crow summon after Itachi got buried 6 feet underneath and the said crow emerged from Naruto’s mouth (which is hilarious now that I think about it), I don’t think that Sasuke was supposed to be literally naked when he got casted by Shisui’s genjutsu and changed his mind to protect Konoha. Who knows, maybe it portrayed that Itachi is unsure what Sasuke will wear before and after he decided to protect Konoha, since in Naruto world clothes have significant role to symbolize a role or affiliation.
Will Sasuke come back as Konoha shinobi and wear the Jounin vest? Will Sasuke follow his path and become spy to Akatsuki? Will Sasuke become ANBU? Will Sasuke become Hokage?
See, the possibility is almost endless, but there’s no possibility of those panel Sasuke protected Konoha while naked, nor “I somewhat suddenly got horny by my sixteen years old brother’s body but I already dead so the crow will do the deed as me”.
(this pairing alone has incest, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, cursed in every way and I want nothing to do with it).
Besides, that’s not the first time Kishimoto used no-clothes figure to portray panels about technical explanation. For example, this Fukasaku and Naruto panel :
Did you think that Fukasaku truly think about random naked man while explaining stuff to Naruto? Or Fukasaku felt “necessary” to undress the figure?
Or,
Did you think that Kakashi have Naruto’s literal naked body in his mind while explaining tenketsu to Naruto and Sakura?
So I want to ask back, is dress/clothes truly necessary on a panel that described a process that happen on a certain human body? On a panel that was supposed to be taken as objective explanation? Perhaps as a weekly deadlined mangaka Kishimoto was just lazy at drawing clothes for Sasuke while overlapping with a crow figure (I am not an artist but that was justified choice imo)? One point that Kishi tried to send across, judging by the situation, the dialogue bubble, the common sense, is that panel represent a crow which has Shisui’s eyes, casted an absolute Genjutsu on Sasuke’s figure.
TO PROTECT KONOHA.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Tl;dr = This ask kinda remind me of the “Kakashi saw Kekkei Genkai people as demonic bunch” take because Kakashi “imagined” sharp fanged people while talking about Kekkei Genkai. Instead of dunno, thinking that those fangs are Kishi’s artistic choice to represent diverse Kekkei Genkai’s trait in a simple manner? Fangs, body’s natural weapon, passed by genetic blood? Like, please look at the context, the speech bubble, the situation, the “Kakashi praised Haku and respected his body even though he was the so-called demonic Kekkei Genkai user, or the fact that he has 2 Kekkei Genkai users as best friend (on different times)”?
Sometimes when we met panels about technical stuff you shouldn’t let your bias clouded your judgement and arbitrarily speculate something that was baseless and way out of proportion. If not, then bullshit like “bowing with mouth upward” will happen again and my brain is not yet ready to keep up with another breakdance.
(”bowing with mouth upward” is a personal joke of mine, to remind myself that there are some parts of this fandom that was....unsavory to be visited, or as one fellow Kakashi fan said “an unwilling, involuntary glimpse of a single scale on the slowly sinking tail of a mostly-submerged sea monster that i absolutely do not ever want to see more of lmao”).
#uchiha sasuke#sasuke#sasuke uchiha#uchiha itachi#itachi#itachi uchiha#anti itasasu#like what the heck#is this truly Itasasu justification???#Itachi has Sasuke in his craddle#you don't want to bang someone that was used to be on your craddle#especially if related by blood#Itachi and Sasuke are brothers in everything including BLOOD#and if you suddenly imagine your sibling naked#then perhaps you just had a hunch that your sibling is in problem#which is what Itachi did#meta answer
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The Perpetual Freak (2/?)
Ch 2: Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Pairings: Sirius Black x reader, Marauders x reader Warnings: none, slight language (but that's for every chapter rlly) Word Count: 3,108
As if on cue, you heard a knock at the door just as your foot touched down onto the landing. The sound of quick, heeled footsteps sounded immediately after; Grandmother briskly coming down the hall followed by the slower steps of Blakely as he surely wanted to gaze curiously at your friends.
“Prongs!” you breathed upon seeing James, smiling fondly at the messy mop of black hair atop your friend's head.
“Twitchy!” he smiled back, opening his arms in greeting. You wasted no time in falling into them, smiling into his chest as his hug signaled the true return to Hogwarts.
“Mrs. Killianis,” James said, suddenly formal as he looked to your severe grandmother behind you. Following his gaze, you saw her eyes narrowing as Sirius and Remus all but fell out of the car, Peter’s wheezing laughter following them out.
You smiled fondly after them as Remus brushed the dirt from his knees, frowning up at Sirius. Sirius grinned back and ran a hair through his raven black hair, brushing it from his eyes.
“Hello, Mrs. Killianis,” Sirius said, his voice taking on a tone you’d never heard before. You and James glanced warily at each other.
“Hello, boys,” she said stiffly, her eyes now staring rudely at the scars littering Remus’ exposed skin.
Remus cleared his throat, clearly catching your grandmother's eyes. “Shall we get your trunk then?” he said, clapping his hands together as he smiled at you.
You offered him a sympathetic smile and pushed an apology into his head at your grandmother’s rudeness.
“That’d be great, Moony, thanks.” you nodded. Peter followed him up into your room dutifully. After a moment or two, you heard what sounded like a reprimanding noise followed by a sharp smack and idly wondered what was going on.
“I suppose you’ll be staying at the school for the Holidays again, yes? Blakely and I were planning a trip,” Grandmother said suddenly--it didn’t take a genius to figure out you weren’t invited.
“Definitely,” you answered briskly. The choice between a Hogwarts Christmas with the boys and a visit to Grandmother's sister’s house in the States with Blakely was a no-brainer.
“Lovely thing Hogwarts does, providing a home for the holidays,” James grinned, putting an emphasis on ‘home.’ Grandmother lowered her eyes, but Remus and Peter were already coming down the stairs, hauling your heavy trunk between them.
“Bloody hell, Twitch,” Remus huffed, blowing his thin brown hair out of his eyes, “What’d you pack?”
“Mind your tongue, boy,” Grandmother snipped as the two of them passed through the front door. “You won’t behave like the heathens that you are in my presence.”
“Er, right,” Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes and laughing under his breath. “C’mon, Twitch, don’t want to be late.”
Eager to leave the situation, you quickly followed the boys out and made your way into the baking heat. Just as they made to load your trunk, you clucked your tongue as Peter fumbled his end and dropped it roughly into the undoubtedly magically enhanced trunk.
“Sorry,” Peter winced, rubbing his hands together in an anxious sort of way.
“S’Alright Wormtail. Now, shall we get a move on, then?” James said, using his wand to swing open the car door for you. You heard your grandmother let out a small gasp, and Blakely took a step back. As most parents took the time to drop their children off at Platform 9 3/4, the journey there was generally a sort of grace period if you wanted to use magic; the Ministry wouldn’t take the time to differentiate each use of magic on this day between parents and students. Per wizarding law, they'd never seen magic as you didn’t use it during your time here--aside from your special gift.
“Please,” you said, turning to leave without glancing back.
“You aren’t going to say goodbye?” you heard Remus ask. You turned to answer him before you slipped into the car, but he wasn’t talking to you.
“Excuse me?” Grandmother said, clearly affronted he was saying anything more than ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’
“Honestly, Moony, just let it alone,” Sirius moaned as he made his way back out of the car to gather him.
“You aren’t going to see your granddaughter for 9 months, surely you’re going to at least say goodbye?” Remus pressed on, equally affronted. Sirius took a step closer to his friend, and you saw your grandmother’s eyes fall upon the several tattoos that already littered his arms; Sirius lived to upset his family, and tattoos were such a Muggle form of rebellion it only bolstered his point.
Her eyes then fell to the both of their wands, which were gripped tightly in their hands, and let out a breath she’d been holding. Lowering her eyes but acquiescing nonetheless, she sighed.
“Goodbye, then,” she said stiffly, nudging Blakely, who was locking eyes with a mischievous looking Sirius. Glancing behind Blakely’s head, you saw a dish hovering dangerously above his head and looked to see Sirius' wand pointed right at it. Rolling your eyes, you pushed the dish back with your own and threw a knowing grin at Sirius.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” you said silently. He grinned back boyishly at you and threw you a wink.
“See you next summer,” Blakely allowed, lowering his eyes at you and grinning in an awful sort of way. You could’ve sworn you heard a growl on your right and found Remus glaring at Blakely, who swallowed harshly and disappeared back into the house. At that, you slipped into the front seat next to James, the rest of the boys piling into the backseat, Remus scolding Sirius for shoving Peter out of the way to get in first. Fondly, you smiled and listened to them bicker.
“Merlin, glad that’s over.” Remus shook his head as James smoothly pulled away from the house. “Don’t know how you do it all summer.”
“Aw, what’s the matter, Moony? Not a big fan of familial tension, are we? I think it’s rather quite nice; reminds me of home,” Sirius said with a fake voice of longing. James looked through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes at Sirius.
“Muggles giving you hell again?” Peter squeaked from the backseat, grabbing the head of your seat and leaning up towards you.
He’d always been a mousy boy, but after his first successful transformation, his commonalities with his Animagi only became more pronounced.
“When do they not, Wormtail?” you laughed, throwing a gum wrapper at him playfully as you popped a piece into your mouth.
“Ooh, is that gum?” Sirius asked, peering over your shoulder from the backseat.
“Yes, but it’s Muggle-gum.” you reminded him.
“Bit boring, but it’ll do. Jamesy won’t let me smoke in the car,” Sirius sneered, looking amusedly at an annoyed-looking James in the mirror.
“It smells! Isn’t my fault Dad has the nose of a bloody hound,” he defended, looking disgruntled at the thought of being a do-gooder.
“Good ol’ Fleamont, what a chap,” Sirius laughed, spreading out on the backseat and draping his arm along the seats. He reached and affectionately gave Remus’ hair a tussle, jostling Peter in the process, who grinned.
“So, now that we’ve all been reminded how horrible my lovely grandmother is, how was everybody else’s Holiday?” you asked as James drove the car expertly around the busy London streets--Muggle driving was a skill he was particularly proud of.
“Oh, you know, wonderful as always. Mother only threatened to have me disenfranchised and disgraced twice this year, so that’s a mark better than last Holiday.” Sirius laughed, blowing bubbles with his gum but frowning in disappointment when they popped.
“Didn’t you go to Prongs’ early this year?” you asked, remembering James’ letter that Sirius had arrived a few weeks into break.
“Yeah, don’t know why the evil hag insists on having me around anyway. All she does is dote on Regulus and send the nearest object flying at my head. Don’t even get me started on Kreacher...I don’t think I’ll go back next year.” a dark look came over his features, and you found yourself staring at him.
“What?” you asked, shocked at the nonchalant tone of his serious words.
“Yeah, I didn’t so much go to Prongs’ early this year as I did run away,” he said, looking slightly sheepish as you looked accusingly at him.
“What? What happened? Why didn’t you tell me?” you gasped, turning in the front seat entirely to glare at him.
“Dunno, I mean, I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” he shrugged.
“Well, go on then, tell me more,” you insisted.
“Just more of the same Twitch. You don’t understand,” he paused, and his usual carefree, light demeanor vanished and was taken over by a dark cloud that seemed to fill the car. “That house, it’s like a black hole. It swallows you whole. It’s like a bloody residential dementor. Every decent thought you have gets sucked into the black wallpaper, every horrible thought you’ve ever had on repeat, magnified. I can’t breathe in that house; they’re all so cozy, so comfortable in that dark, that evil. The Noble House of Black, it’s killing me slowly, draining the life out of me.”
He seemed aware of how much he was saying, how serious he’d gotten, because, at the end of the little speech, he let out a deep breath and forced a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck subconsciously.
“Nothing like Prongs’ here, for example,” he grinned up at his friend, who shot him one from the mirror.
“I mean, you basically already lived there,” James shrugged. “Besides, Mum was thrilled--you know, I think she likes you better than me sometimes.”
“Oh, she definitely does, mate. Euphemia and me? Kinda besties,” Sirius grinned, and the dark cloud dispersed. You found yourself staring at Sirius, chest full of emotion. The quickness with which he dismissed himself was almost worse.
“And, Moony? How was yours?” James asked, filling the silence.
“Decent, I suppose. Though I’ve almost worked my way through every decent book worth reading at the library closest to home, all the rest are the silly little Muggle books in that dingy section they have in the back...though I started reading this one called the ‘Bible’; Merlin does it tell some truly fantastic tales...whales eating people, turning water to wine, healing the blind--this Jesus bloke even rose from the dead! I reckon he was some type of early wizard or something, don’t know how the Muggles don’t...” he trailed off while the rest of you shared knowing glances. Moony was prone to monologues full of on-the-spot thinking, constantly prattling on about something he’d read in some book.
“You’re doing it again,” you shot a meaningful look at Remus, who blushed scarlet at your mental words and trailed off.
“Hey, no fair!" Sirius whined from the back seat at you. "I wanted to see where he was going with that. There definitely could’ve been something in there well worth making fun of!”
“Opportunity missed, Padfoot.” James hissed in sympathy at his friend, smiling at him in the rearview mirror.
“You all leave Moony alone. Just because he gets abnormally excited about really obscure Muggle things doesn’t mean we get to make fun of him for it,” you shot a smile at Remus in the back seat, who rolled his eyes but nonetheless smiled around sheepishly.
“How was your summer, James?” Peter asked from the backseat, leaning up hopefully.
“Alright, my parents set up a little Quidditch pitch in the back; Sirius got his arse handed to him a couple times,” James smirked, throwing a playful grin at his best friend in the backseat.
Wormtail laughed gleefully at James’ story as he described a match while Sirius sat up indignantly, poised to argue.
“I’m a Keeper, Potter. Not a sodding Seeker. Not too quick to tell everyone how miserable you were at trying to get the Quaffle in, though, are you?” Sirius quipped from the backseat.
“Down, boy. We all know how great of a Keeper you are, wouldn’t have won that last match against Ravenclaw without you..” you pushed into Sirius’ head, stroking his bruised ego. He met your eyes in the rearview and smirked up at you, clearly appeased by your comment. Lounging lazily once more in the roomy backseat, he turned to Peter.
“What about you, Wormtail? Your Holiday good?” Sirius said, cocking his head at his friend with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“S’alright..” he trailed off, looking around nervously as Sirius grinned at him.
“Really? Didn’t miss having Prongs’ arse to kiss?” he sneered at his friend, who blushed and stuttered.
“Let him alone, Pads,” Remus smiled at his friend from across the seats.
Just as the boys began to bicker more harshly, James pulled into the parking lot at Kings Cross, and the group of you piled out of the car.
“Wormtail, go find us a trolley,” Sirius said, and with a wave of his hand, Peter was gone.
“Obedient little bugger, isn’t he?” Remus said praisingly, rubbing his chin.
“Why d’you think he’s made it this long?” Sirius laughed, lifting his trunk out of the car as Peter came wheezing around with the trolley.
“I’ve got it, Y/N,” Peter said, exerting tremendous effort to lift your trunk until Remus saw him and reached in to help.
“Thanks, Peter...always so helpful.” you pushed to him in thanks. You saw him blush violently and smile to himself.
Your gift had taught you many things, but perhaps above all: people were so easily manipulated, one well-timed compliment, and it could send a person fawning. Though you weren’t shy to use it to your advantage, it was lucky a person of your moral stature had the gift. It could be so easily used...perhaps it was thoughts like these that led to the Sorting Hat’s consideration of your placement in Slytherin.
Half an hour later, your trunks were placed in the train's storage carriages, and the group of you were lounging in a compartment, your various pets making random noises as they settled in for the long train ride.
Jinx hooted sleepily in his cage before lifting his wing and drifting off to sleep. Sirius’ handsome jet-black Screech Owl, BamBam, seemed to take a cue from Jinx and buried his head into his wing as well. They almost resembled salt and pepper shakers as they stood next to one another in direct contrast. To most everyone's intense surprise, Remus’ pet was a fluffy siamese cat named Cleo. Unsurprising, however, was Peter’s choice of a pet rat named Nibbles. Though, Nibbles was on his last leg--most common rats only lived a couple of years, and Nibbles had been with Peter since first year.
“What’re you doing?” Peter asked, sitting up interestedly in his seat as Sirius drew out his wand and flung open the compartment door.
“Having some fun,” Sirius shrugged, the grin you all loved so much donning his face. James watched his friend and broke into a smile; Peter seemed to be struggling to sit still with excitement; even Remus peered over the top of his book to watch.
Fully aware he was holding all of your attention, Sirius pointed his wand at the wall opposite your door.
“Carpe Retractum,” Sirius said, and a length of rope came spouting out at the end of his wand. “Bollocks...what’s that one to get something to stick to something else?” he asked into the compartment after a moment.
“Epoximise,” Remus answered from behind his book once more, seemingly having seen everything he needed to.
“Right, cheers, Moony,” Sirius smiled and did the incantation, sticking the other end of the rope to the wall. Pulling on his wand, he seemed to test his theory and smiled in success as the rope pulled taught--effectively making a tripwire.
“Very nice,” you complimented, to which you received a playful little bow of his head.“Might I suggest something, though?”
“By all means, Twitch,” Sirius said, gesturing to the tripwire.
“Omnino dissimulare,” you spoke, pointing your wand at the length of rope. As the white beam of light hit it, the rope disappeared from view, and you smiled triumphantly. You’d been working hard on that one towards the end of last term and were worried you’d have to start over with the holiday break.
“Excellent!” Peter cheered, clapping wildly at the two of you.
“Where’d you learn that?” Remus said, finally putting his book down and looking at you curiously.
“Been working on it for a bit. Found it in a book Madam Pince let me take home last Christmas,” you answered, feeling a bit smug that you’d impressed Remus.
“Pince let you take home books?” Remus said, incredulous.
“You know she pities me,” you laughed, waving a hand. “Though, she did threaten to turn me inside out if there was so much a creased page--so only marginally.”
“Wait, wait!” Sirius called, pointing to the door excitedly; Peter was positively quivering.
A group of already-robed Slytherins came strolling past your window, and you smiled in anticipation. At the last second, Sirius jerked his wrist and tightened the rope, sending the group of Slytherins sprawling across the floor.
The group of you exploded into laughter, and they all got to their feet, whipping their wands out, looking for a culprit. Given the rope was invisible, however, they found no such thing and resigned to giving the group of you ugly looks before grumping off.
“Oh, very good, Padfoot,” Peter simpered, laughing heartily as tears of joy rolled down his plump cheeks.
“A little juvenile,” Remus scolded, smiling ruefully at his friends, “But funny. However, as a Prefect, I am not to indulge in such behavior and as such must sincerely reprimand you.”
“Most eloquently spoken, dear Moony. Tell me, does being a Prefect mean you have to be just a bit of a prat on principle?” James asked his friend, painting a serious look on his face as Sirius and Peter erupted into laughter. You let out a small giggle as Remus blushed slightly and put down his book.
“Well, you should sure as hell hope not,” Remus began, smiling mischievously at his friend. “Imagine fawning after Lily Evans for years, at her often utter disgust, only for her to end up being a prat. Talk about unfortunate, mate.”
The group of you were in stitches over Remus’ response, and even James let out a laugh.
“Touche, Moony. Touche,” he laughed, shaking his finger at Remus in a playful manner. A warm feeling spread through you; you were so happy to finally be going home.
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Child of The Dome (SBI Rust Server)
Platonic Wilbur Soot x Reader and Tommyinnit x Reader. We got Dadbur and Big Broinnit... It’s all about the found family, folks!
A/N: *Gets a SBI Rust fic idea* *Looks up to see its not written and no one is interested in writing it* *Realizing YOU’RE the one who can write it into existence* As a reminder, this is all RP - THE RUST SERVER HAS LORE, GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS! Also, reader is gender neutral. Enjoy! - Minty
TW: Murder, Major Character Death (Kind of, they can respawn?), Religious Themes, Cult-like behavior, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Cursing, child abuse (?), shooting/gun violence, sickness. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)
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Thunder and lightning roared outside of the Dome Church as Wilbur and Tommy sat inside, continuing their sermon to a few others despite the weather conditions. Just a few hours earlier, Sofa had objected when the rain began to leak through the roof, and was promptly locked outside as punishment, which seemed to quickly quiet a few complaints from the others. “Now, my people, you shall not live in fear of the storm for the Dome will protect all who preach and live its word!” Wilbur said, standing at the podium. “Persevere and the Dome will reward you!”
Murmurs of agreement seemed to sweep through the crowd as their feet shivered - bare, wet and cold. They rose to their feet slowly as Iamty began to play the piano and they hummed along with the tune, their spirits beginning to be lifted. Water seeped into their clothes and chills ran down their spine but nonetheless they stood as Seepeekay, the known Minister, began his prepared speech over the music. Tommy walked through the aisle, holding out a basket for donations as the churchgoers threw whatever they could think to offer inside.
Suddenly a loud knock came from the door - panicked and urgent.
Wilbur grumbled at the interruption, weaving his way through the crowd and opening the door. “Sofa, you have to relearn the Dome’s ways before you can-'' Words died on his lips as Sophie looked to Wilbur worried, a small bundle in her arms. The baby’s cries blended with the thunder and lightning from above, and Wilbur’s eyes scanned the child’s in curiosity.
“Wilbur, I found them outside near the Dome, they’re freezing cold I dunno what to-!” Wilbur’s mind whirred as it began to put the pieces together, frozen in place and not knowing exactly what to do next. Tommy rushed up next to Wilbur, asking what was going on until his gaze landed on the baby as well. “...Wilbur?”
At this, Wilbur’s body quickly snapped to attention, taking the child from Sophie and turning, closing the door shut behind him and keeping Sophie outside. The baby’s eyes glimmered in the light of the torches, their hair a matted and muddy mess padded flat in a circular shape - a dome like shape, if you will. Slowly, he raised his hand to caress the child’s cheek, a fondness beginning to grow in his heart as their cries slowed to a stop, looking up to him in wonder. A loving smile stretched across his face as he booped their nose, sending them into a fit of laughter. Wilbur’s heart couldn’t help but begin to melt at the baby’s smile. He held them close, his own body warmth beginning to warm their small freezing body.
“The storm! It’s stopping!” Pebble shouted as he looked outside, noticing the sun begin to poke through the clouds as the raindrops began to slow.
“Messiah, I believe I have witnessed a miracle today.” Wilbur called as everyone turned to look at him. “This child… this child has stopped the storm, they have stopped the storm for they are a child of the Dome itself. The Dome has spared us for helping one of its own.” Wilbur held up the baby for the congregation to see. “This baby is a miracle and a blessing, a gift of the Dome to us, a gift we must not take lightly.”
“What are we going to do with it?” Scott asked. “Can we- should we just... take them back to the Dome?”
Wilbur couldn’t help the pang of selfishness that came over him at the suggestion. “Take the child back? Slop, the great Dome does not make a mistake. It has given us great gifts and now it’s given us this baby, and you want to rid yourself of them? Shameful! We shall embrace this opportunity, this gift. We’ll make them part of our great family.” Wilbur said, going back to the podium and cradling the child close in his arms. “Since I found them, I’ll look after them.” He moved to press his forehead against the baby’s as the rest of the church looked on in interest. “I dub thee… Dirt.” Wilbur smiled as the congregation erupted in applause.
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Tommy at first objected to adding another person in their already cramped house, but eventually, though he wouldn’t admit it, he became attached to the kid as the months passed. On a particular cold winter day, your crib was stationed by the fireplace, Wilbur out gathering food and supplies. Tommy had one mission and one mission only - to teach you your first swear.
“Come on, it’s not hard. Just say ‘fuck’. You can do it.” Tommy encouraged as you sat in your crib and looked at him, head tilted slightly in confusion. Your small hands reached out toward him.
“Twoh-towh!” You babbled with a smile, and Tommy’s heart melted at the nickname as he sighed fondly.
“Yeah, Tom-Tom.” He agreed, as you reached toward him, wanting to be let out as he carefully picked you up and held you in his arms. Your hands found their way into his hair as they pulled and played with it, squealing happily. “You really like my hair, don’t you?” He asked, amused until you pulled a bit too hard, making the teenager wince in pain, quickly bringing you back down to sit in his lap. “Okay, you played with my hair for a little while, can you say ‘fuck’ now?” You looked confused, moving to pick up a small pebble on the ground instead. “Dirt, I know you can do it, okay?” He moved you so you sat facing him again, and you huffed slightly at the loss of your pebble. “Say ‘fuck’. Like this: ‘ffff-uck’.” He said slower, as if that could possibly do anything to help. Your head tilted again, confused at why Tommy looked so disgruntled at his wasted efforts. He sighed in defeat, moving to put you back in your crib again.
Anger bubbled inside your chest - you didn’t want to be put back in the crib, you wanted to play. “F...FWOA!” You shouted, making Tommy’s eyes glimmer with hope.
“That’s closer, come on, you can do it, Dirt-!” He said, pausing and holding you in mid-air.
Beginning to put the pieces together, you realized that saying the word will keep you from being put back in the crib. Determined, your mind whirred as it looked to Tommy in curiosity. “Fwok…?”
“Almost there, you almost got it…” Tommy encouraged. “Say ‘fuck’.”
“Fffwok, Fuok… fuck!” You managed after a few tries, and Tommy’s eyes brightened with glee.
“Yes, Dirt. Fuck.”
“Fuck!” You repeated, smiling as Tommy once again smiled, bringing you back to the floor. “Fuck.”
The excitement of the exchange slowly made you grow tired as Tommy shifted, leaning against the wall as you began to drift off against his chest, a tiny fistful of his shirt in your hand. Snow began to fall outside, quickly turning into a snowstorm. Feeling tired and not wanting to disturb the sleeping being on his stomach, Tommy slowly began to drift off, leaning against the wall. Only an hour later Wilbur burst into the scene, firmly closing the door behind himself and carrying three large bundles of wood. He looked around, pulling off the scarf around his face and internally awwing at the sight - Big Brother Tommy, who would have thought? Tommy’s hands never moved from supporting you against his chest, worried about you falling over. Not wanting to disturb the siblings, he quietly shed his snow-covered gear, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up around Tommy’s sleeping form, ruffling his hair slightly and carefully talking you from Tommy’s grasp. Your Dad quickly settled you back in your crib, giving your forehead a soft kiss.
“Goodnight, you two.”
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You slowly awoke in the warm arms of someone, outside in the snow, and your three-year-old body shivered. Where was Dad? Dad always was there, if not Tommy, so where was he? You looked up to see a hooded figure with jet black hair and blue eyes. Whoever it was, that was not Dad or Tom-Tom, and you began to cry, getting scared and wanting to see them again. Tears ran down your cheeks as the hooded teenager looked panicked. “Shh, shh… please, you’ve gotta be quiet-”
“WA-BA!” You cried, failing your body as you wailed, crying more.
“Uh, I…” He said, not exactly knowing how to handle the situation. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I know Wilbur, I know your Dad, okay? I’m… I’m taking you right to him, just please stop crying…” He begged. Your body shivered as you sniffled, and let out a sneeze. “Dammit, I told you to stop crying…” He cursed, pulling you closer to his cloak to keep you warm. “Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”
“Wa-ba... “ You sniffed, and the teen’s face shifted into one of… guilt?
“Fucking christ Wilbur what are you doing with a kid-?!” He mumbled to himself, frustrated. “All I wanted to do was check inside and leave, but no.. of fucking course you have a kid-!” You quickly approached a large house of sorts as your captor took a deep breath in front of the door, looking down at you. “Hey, it’s okay. If it goes well, you won’t feel any pain.” He nervously smiled, before looking into your eyes as the smile quickly fell. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? It’s not exactly like I have much of a choice here. If I didn’t return with you, they’d…” He trailed off, before slightly shaking his head of thoughts, pushing the door open and stepping inside. After a few tries, he firmly pulled the door shut, carrying you closer inside and next to a small fireplace that dimly lit the room. “Guys, I’m back. I got the kid.”
Your eyes filled with fear as two figures seemingly appeared from the shadows, smiling and wide-eyed. You quickly drove your face to hide in your captor’s cloak. One with blonde hair and brown eyes reached out toward you slowly, making you retreat further into your captor’s cloaked embrace. “I can’t believe the rumors are true.” The other spoke - much shorter than the other two members, with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, sporting a green poncho. “The famous ‘Child of the Dome’.” He turned to your cloaked captor. “Much trouble with the wall, Krinios?”
“No, that special ax you gave me worked like a charm,” Krinios replied. Your eyes were fixated on the shorter man’s, noticing how similar to Tommy he looked - they were probably the same age - but something wasn’t right with his eyes. They looked cold and inviting, the light went from where it once had brought warmth and life to the teen - different from the curious scheming brightness of Tommy’s, or how your Dad’s eyes seemed to fill with laughter and love all the time. You didn’t like any of this one bit, you wanted to be back home in Wilbur’s embrace as he’d hum a lullaby, rocking you back and forth to get you to sleep. Not in this room filled with hungry stares and eyes locked onto your body like a wolf’s.
“Come on, little one… I just want to play a game.” The blond one ushered, and you shook your head ‘no’ violently, clinging onto Krinios’s arm tightly, not daring to let go.
“What’s… what’s going on here?” The shorter one asked, gesturing to the scene. “Did they imprint on you or something?”
“Look - I dunno Tubbo,” Krinios admitted, holding up his hands in a sort of surrender. “Maybe they got sick in the cold, they were crying a lot.”
“And you didn’t stuff a sock in their mouth?” The blonde one’s eyes stared down at Krinios’s intently. “I told you we needed the little shit quiet, what if someone heard you?!”
“It’s a baby, Hycei!” Krinios snapped, and Hycei’s mouth turned into a thin line.
“Good god, you feel sympathetic for it…” The blonde groaned before snatching you up forcefully as you let out a wail, grabbing for Krinios desperately. “This is the only way to send a clear message to that freak of a cult that calls itself a church, not to mention Wilbur. We show them what happens when they decide to fuck with us. If we don’t get even now they’ll just keep thinking they can get away with doing whatever they want to us because we won’t fight back.”
“It’s an eye for an eye, Krinios - for all the times they’ve killed us, taken our stuff… they’re bullies, Krinios. Bullies that won’t stop unless we fight back, and Fort Kickass isn’t cowards. Sometimes when you’re the bad guy, Krinios, the only way to fight fire is with fire. Besides,” Tubbo asked, his lips curling in a smile as he unsheathed his knife. “You wanted to try flesh right off the bone, right?” As Tubbo came toward you, you squirmed and tried to wail before Hycei clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sound.
“Wait… wait wait wait!” Krinios snapped to action as he thickly swallowed, getting between you and the knife. “What if the kid’s so sick, it affects the flesh? What if we get sick from it?” Tubbo’s cold eyes shifted from his friend’s to the knife in his hand. “I think we should just give it a day or two, you know… maybe this one isn’t the one to try out the new style of flesh thing. Maybe we shouldn’t change perfection, you know what I’m saying?”
“We’ve eaten rotten flesh, I think we’ll be immune to whatever they might have.” Tubbo responded, rolling his eyes. “Don’t forget that those Dome People killed you in cold blood.”
“Aren’t we doing the same thing?” He asked, as the other two’s faces filled with irritation, getting annoyed.
“We’re surviving, Krinios. If you haven’t noticed because of our ‘reputation’ on this server I haven’t eaten in days. I’m hungry.” Hycei said coldly. “Now isn’t the time to be taking the moral high road - do you want to not starve to death?!”
As Krinios hesitated, Tubbo shoved him aside as he approached. “We don’t have time for this.” He huffed, pulling your arm roughly and looking to Hycei. “Hold ‘em still.” You became hysterical, tears flowing freely down your face in panic and wanting to be as far away from that sharp object as possible. As it pressed down and began to cut you let out a shriek in agony as blood and pain overwhelmed your senses, and you bit down on Hycei’s hand, making them retract it and nearly drop you in the process.
He looked pissed. “Why you little-!” Within seconds, pain once again blossomed in your head, your vision swimming with tears. You wanted Dad, you wanted Tom-Tom, you wanted the pain to go away… Whimpering in pain, you curled in on yourself. Your prayers seemed to be quickly answered as the door burst open with two very ticked-off family members you recognized instantly. Wilbur pointed his gun directly at Tubbo’s head as the room began to build with tension, the two leaders just staring at each other.
“Wilbur.” Tubbo said cooly, putting his bloodied knife back in its sheath.
“Tubbo.” Wilbur growled through his teeth. “Where are they? Where’s Dirt?!”
“Oh, is that what you decided to call them?” Tubbo asked, crossing his arms. “Or did your Dome God decide on it?”
“You’ve crossed the fucking line, Tubbo.” Tommy growled, his ax at the ready. “Dirt didn’t do jack shit to you.”
“Oh, I disagree.” Tubbo spat. “Being a part of your sick cult is enough for me. Even so, you can’t blame a leader trying to feed his people, can you? That’s all this is - survival of the fittest. Getting revenge on both of you, well… that’s just a bonus.”
“You’re a sick freak.”
“You’re a scamming cultist.” Tubbo retorted, moving to take you from Hycei’s arms. “Question is, who’s worse?”
“Wa-Ba…” You sniffled as Wilbur moved closer, before Tubbo quickly pressed his knife up against your throat.
“Not another step.” Seeing this, Tubbo pointed his gun at Tubbo’s head, though the cannibal leader seemed unphased. “Kill me and I’ll kill them as soon as the bullet leaves the muzzle.”
“Bulllshit.” Tommy angrily shouted, moving forward next to Wil.
“Do you really want to take that risk?”
Wilbur breathed as his mind whirred to try to think of some kind of solution, his gun trained on Tubbo. “Tommy, get ready.”
“What’s it gonna be, Wilbur Soot?”
Quickly, he shot Tubbo in the leg, making him fall and lose his grip on you as Tommy rushed forward, snatching you up and kicking Tubbo in the face as he tried to grab you back. Hycei, on the other hand, rushed toward Wilbur, as the two fought and eventually Wilbur shot him in the arm, then quickly turned to train his gun at Krinios who held up his hands in surrender. When Tommy saw your injuries it broke his heart as he ripped off a bit of cloth and wrapped it around your arm wound temporarily, wrapping your body in warm blankets. He dried your tears as he rushed back towards Wilbur. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”
“You got what you wanted, just leave.” Krinios begged as Wilbur’s gun stayed trained on him. Wilbur, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him, handed the gun to Tommy as Tommy handed you off to your Dad, who carefully ran his hand through your hair, bringing you close and not planning on letting you out of his arms any time soon.
“You scared me, oh god I thought I lost you…” Wilbur whispered. “It’s okay, it’s all okay now, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shh…” Your hands gripped his shirt and you buried your face in it, feeling comforted by his familiar scent of pine and burnt oak. Your body shook with fear as Wilbur ran his hand along your back in comfort as he turned toward the door. His gentle voice turned cold as he looked toward Tommy, his gun still trained on Krinios. Anger and sadness overwhelmed his heart as he looked upon the one who took you away from him, who tried to take you to your death. Vengeance never tasted so sweet. “Kill him.”
Krinios’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait wait let’s talk about this-!”
Tommy didn’t hesitate as Krinios’s body slumped to the floor as the two made their way back toward the entrance of Fort Kickass. Tubbo sat against the wall, breathing heavily from the pain, glaring at both of them. “This isn’t over.”
“You said you wanted to feed your people, I believe I just provided you with food.” Wilbur shot behind him as he walked toward the entrance. “As for Dirt, if you so much as lay a finger on them I won’t hesitate to take all of you out for good. I wonder who will revive you then.” His eyes glanced over the cannibal leader, making sure Tubbo knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Goodbye, Tubbo.”
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Oooo could u draw,,,,,,vee?
Hey, thanks for submitting an ask! Wasn’t quite sure whether you meant Canon Virgil or CF Vee (though now that I think about it, I think you meant CF Vee, whoops), soooo... here’s both! What are they talking about? Dunno!
[Image ID: A digital sketch of Virgil from Sanders Sides and Vee from @tscampfireau, a Sanders Sides AU blog. Virgil, colored in a grayish purple, has choppy hair down to the base of his neck with a separate section over his face, dark eyes with black eyeshadow underneath, and his usual hoodie with patches, as well as long pants. Vee, colored in a pastel purple, has fluffy hair down to the base of their neck with a separate section over their right eye, dark eyes, a small heart earring in the ear that’s visible from under their hair, and a Hello Kitty shirt. Virgil sits hunched over on a table, visible to his knees, one arm over his leg and the other down beside him. He has one eyebrow raised and is slightly smiling as he looks down at Vee. There is a speech bubble beside him with a check mark in it. Vee, visible to the top of their chest, stands beside Virgil and is looking up at him, their mouth open in an excited grin with their right eye closed. There is a speech bubble beside them with three exclamation marks in it. At the very bottom center is the artist’s signature in a teal color. /End ID.]
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Hi Korka!! I hope this ask goes through properly given that I'm at school ^^;
Anyway~ Could you explain some of the basic mechanics of Blackstar Theater Starless to me? I vaguely know what I'm doing but not really, so I thought I'd ask ya~ Thankies in advance ^-^
(I'm enjoying the game so far, too!!! Rindou's group is my favorite but I dunno if that'll change over time skfjsjfkl)
Hii!! I have to type all this again bc, as I was finishing up, my app crashed;;;; so idk, this might be a bit more weirdly-worded since I'm a bit angry, but I hope everything still makes sense. I'll put it under a readmore to not clog up the dash :> I'll tell you a bit about the tabs, rehearsals, performances and upgrading your cards, but feel free to ask me ab any specific area you're having troubles with! Also, I think you should have some beginner's missions, I don't remember most of them, but if you need help with any, just tell me what it says, and I'll do my best to help!
Anyway, I'll start with the tabs and go from left to right with them, so, first, the home page.
Here, you can see everything, on top your heroine level, the amount of torepo (orange meter) and chikepo (blue meter) you have, your dia and eeru (the yen-looking symbol, non-premium currency). The letter right below the heroine level is your heroine status, this changes daily depending on how active you are, and gives you rewards depending on which status you're in (from C to SS). The four icons on the left are your cast's ranking, news, the present box and challenges. You get six challenges per day, and you have 25 days to do them, so there's no rush, but they can rack up <- person who hasn't logged in in two weeks and now has a bunch of them left. You can access the event pages through the swiping "current happenings" thingy in the lower corner, and the speech bubble is stuff like "new follower", "event start/over", "unread stories" etc. You can't decorate your homescreen :( but when you log-in you'll be greeted by whoever you put as your main on your profile. If you tap at the BG when it's empty, you can get a randomised chat and that character will show up for a few seconds. If you tap them, they give you some voicelines :) Anyway, the day resets at 5am JST rather than midnight, so that's about 15min from now!
Then, rehearsals. You can swipe through any song, whether it was an event or regular, and rehearse it. The number on the left end of the yellow banner is the sum of your chosen cast's levels for that song, so your song level. Rehearsals will automatically choose the original cast for the song, but you can manually pick out whoever you want - which is something you should do if your strongest cards for a song aren't the original cast members, as whether you have character A at level15 or not won't matter if that character is not part of your team </3 The song's total level will influence how many beats will be missed when you play on automode, so it's good to have a good level, I'd say 50 is about fair. You can choose how much torepo you want to spend on a rehearsal with the orange button on the bottom left. If you want to level intimacy or unlock talks, I suggest playing on 10, but if you're grinding the song level or your heroine level, I suggest playing at max you can. When rehearsing, watch for the arrows and exclamation marks. You rehearse by tapping on the icon of the cast member of your choice, and the bigger the arrow by a quality (intimacy marked by a heart, talks with another member's icon, song level by a note), the more EXP for it you get, and exclamation marks mean that, choosing that member, you get a bigger chance for a synchro or VS event which give even bigger boosts to the level.
For the performances, when you click on that tab, you'll have 2-3 more tabs on the left side of the screen - the bottom tab will give you reminiscence songs (past event songs, collab songs, story songs) which you can play with pink reminiscence tickets to unlock extra stories or get event items. Currently the top tab, but during events the middle tab, are the regular songs you get daily challenges for and can play with the blue chikepo, and, during events, the extra top tab gives you the current event song(s) that you can play with chikepo.
When you choose a song, you'll choose a support card (often a friend's, but you can choose a random user's, too), and then see this screen. The number circled in purple is your skill level with the cast you chose on this song. On regular songs, you have two blue-pointed settings for your cast: the first one is the automatically-chosen cast, your cards that will give you the best score, and the second is the song's original cast. On event songs, you also have a third team, which assembles your best cards that will boost the points and items you get when playing the event song. The red-circled button toggles autoplay, when it's bright blue, autoplay is on. During autoplay, the only thing you can (and should) do is set off the skills - you can just at the start of the song swipe downwards and hold a card's icon to automatically set off its skill whenever the skill bar is full. Also, I'm gonna tell you this despite the fact that it sounds obvious since it took me about a month to realise, but when you see something like this
Just because they're single beats, doesn't mean you have to tap them individually. If notes are close enough together, you can just swipe across
Now, the story tab has three categories to it: The event stories (further categorised into the years each event took place in), the main story (categorised by season), and cast stories (categorised by cast member, and then separated into talks and card stories). You can get dia by reading event stories and most cast stories, but not from the main story, unless you're reading specifically the chapters you've unlocked during a chapter-release event. To unlock event stories, you have to complete the event song missions, and to get cast stories, you level up intimacy, log-in after having met them in the main story, and collect cards. 4*s have 2 chapters, 5*s have 4 chapters, and you unlock the 1st by pulling the card, but you need to level the card's skill to unlock the other chapter(s).
I can't say much ab the gacha, since it's the gacha. You have event gachas (and reruns happen often for the seasonal events, for example, if it's a Halloween event, you'll be able to pull from past Halloween event gachas, too), the regular dia gacha and the "thanks" point gacha, you get those points by lending your support card and using your friends' support cards. The dia and event gachas don't give you a discount on the 10pull, but they give you a guarantee for a 4* or higher. The rates for a 5* is 3%, but, tbh, you'll use more 4*s than 5*s.
Now, the menu is also separated into three: the cards stuff, the organisation and status, and "others". From left to right, top to bottom - cards list, team list (where you can check the cast's bios and intimacy levels, who's in which team, songs, cards and stories), card upgrading screen, card discarding screen. For discarding cards - I discard 1*s and 2*s, doubles of my 3*s and doubles of my fully-skilled-up 4*s. I'd also discard doubles of my fully-skilled-up 5*s, but, no such luck yet (clenches fist). Discarding cards gives you levelling items, and discarding a 3* or higher gives you skill pieces. Regarding upgrades, I suggest upgrading 4*s, but 5*s before any 4*. If you're grinding an event, it'd also do you good to upgrade any 3* you might get from the event gacha (as well as the 4*, of course), because even a 3* goes a long way. When you choose what card you want to upgrade, the screen looks like this:
Again, three tabs: level, chance and skill. You need eeru for all three. For level, you also need badges, which ones you need depends on the card. I used a Halloween event card as an example, so the badges needed are Halloween 2021 badges - which you can get by replaying the Halloween 2021 song in the reminiscence tab, and that's how it is for any event card. For regular cards, you need badges you can get from just playing regularly, though badges can be a chore to grind sometimes. For chance, you need chance stars - chance boosts item drop, I believe. As for skill, you need a skill-up star or a double of the card. It's pretty difficult to get skill-up stars, but, either way, it's not impossible to unlock those story chapters if you don't get lucky on the gacha more than once or don't feel like grinding the event. You can see your cards' stats in the top, and you can see what your stats will be once you level certain aspects.
Then, in the organisation and status, you have performance team organisation, inventory, shop, friends, profile and status. The status is your heroine status, as on the homepage. The shop is where you can buy dia and items, and exchange challenge points, cast cards or skill pieces. On your profile, you can set your "main oshi" and your "oshi cast", your message, change your username or the names you go by in the story, and set your badges. You can also copy your ID from the profile list. On the friends page, you can check your followers and who you follow, and on the third page you can copy your ID and paste someone else's ID. If you'd like my ID, feel free to ask, or send me yours :>
On the "others", you have settings, help/FAQ, your dia acquisition and spending history, support, and "mini games". In the settings tab, you have the option "データ引継ぎ", there you can connect your data to an Apple ID, a Twitter account, or a good ol' fashioned code+password. The code will be a bunch of numbers, and the pass will be a hiragana sequence, so it's best to write it down somewhere. As for the minigames, you have two categories - for the top one, you input words or phrases that fit the prompt, and get some goodies. I'll rb a post that had some recent codes, so you can give it a shot! The second one is a recent addition, there was some check-in campaign in Kyoto? Like, you go to a location, and get a stamp - idk tbh since I'm not anywhere near Kyoto;;;;
Aaand that's about all that comes to mind? If you have any specific questions ab anything, I repeat, feel free to ask away! This is just mostly a basic how-to for a little bit of everything. And! Rindou and Team P! They're honestly such a cool team, and their songs are cute! Good taste, Rindou is among the more chill characters, as far as I've seen :D
#whewwww it got a bit longer than expected but i rly did try to be laconic ;;;#idk if i explained well tho it might be all over the place. still i hope it helps!#asks
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Picking up gofushi crumbs from the manga
Disclaimer: Beware of anime/manga spoilers. This is just me commenting on the manga with the lenses of a gofushi fan. So, it’s just my opinion...
This section runs from Vol. 0 - Chapter 1 to Volume 1- Chapter 5.
About gofushi dynamic, mind reading, protectiveness and others.
(Volume 0) Chapter 1
Not gofushi centric, but it would go well with a Hanahaki AU. For Gojou to call it a personal theory, it seems to me like he has knowledge about it or given it some thought already. Why is that? What prompted him to consider that love is the most twisted curse?
I recall some fan theories mentioning that love can then become a way for Gojou to be wounded... it truly makes it seem more likely for hanahaki to appear.
Chapter 1
I love how the manga starts with the two of them talking on the phone~ Also, my thoughts before shipping them... "wow, does that person on the phone like to bully him? Dunno if I like bullies lolol but also Fushiguro seems to have a bad mood too." and "This Fushiguro guy seems so on edge everytime (throughout chapter 1)".
Chapter 2
Gojou taking pictures of Megumi... I wonder if he keeps a file with his pics? XD The first time I read it, I thought: “How mean, wait a moment, does he always do this?” and “ For how long does he keep the pics?” Also, Megumi looks so angry but resigned at the same time or he is probably too injured to stop it.
Despite what he says here, I HC that Gojou is overprotective of Megumi. Since he was the only first year during that time, I suppose he usually went on solo missions?
Megumi automatically assuming that they are souvenirs speaks how used he is to that tendency from his sensei. Also, Gojou being able to mind read what Megumi was thinking XD
I got confused for a bit on my first time reading it, because it’s a “thought” bubble, while Gojou’s is a “speech” bubble and it made me wonder how did he know Fushiguro was thinking that? Either they are very close or reading his face is really easy.
Still, the word souvenir is used here. Which is a much more accurate guess for what is going on in their thinking process (in a: could've been a snack).
Or: “I hope you don’t mind that I’m using you to look cool in front of my student.” That’s one interesting sensei we have. Although I think he just likes to show off in general lolol
Protecting Megumi ;-; the seemingly simple panel that made me think more than what I intended.
Why take the effort in drawing Megumi there? Moreover, why fight that close to Megumi? Gojou is keeping a certain distance between him and Megumi so that Sukuna doesn’t hurt his student... For a story telling technique, it makes Gojou look like a more thoughtful character.
Personal opinion --> Personal... feelings?
Megumi being selfish with his requests @_@ and asking something like that to Gojou because he knows he can be trusted with the issue. Gojou calls Megumi a kawaii student, which makes this scene even cuter lolol.
Also, saying: "Leave it to me!". When dealing with Megumi's Zen'in deal, Yuuji's execution and Okkotsu’s execution. Aaah. Because he is the strongest, he knows that he can fulfill such requests, plus he is helping people who can become his allies, so it’s a win-win situation.
I think... from my first time reading this, I felt like they had a closer relationship already and was suspicious about them. I mean, who goes taking pics of someone bruised saying he will show it to others (does he always do this?), is able to read their mind regarding souvenirs, wants to show off, and then helps with personal requests? smh gofushi already strong by ch2 for my past non shipper self
Chapter 3
How does he know he know that? Gojou might have been told about it (because he asked?) or actually went to see him @_@
He really likes to tease Megumi, huh? XD He would probably take more photos to add to his folder of Megumi pics. Why didn’t they add Gojou saying “True” in the anime tho.
Edit: After rewatching the anime, he did :D it was just a fast line.
Enjoy your youth, Megumi! He wants Megumi to have more friends? :D
Although it’s kinda sad... Megumi who is usually distanced from people, but I wonder if he feels lonely, if Gojou feels that Megumi is lonely. And hopes that Megumi makes more friends ;-; It worked out in the end, during the Death Painting arc.
Even though Megumi may not like/agree with what Gojou does, he still goes along with it... it’s just-- this form of acceptance? or resignation lol After all the time they have known each other? Maybe he thinks he may end up liking it in a: it’s not so bad after all.
Also, in the anime they went out the same day which cuts the time that the three could have known each other :(
Edit: Yes, from the rewatch, the line was the same as in the manga.
Chapter 4
I wonder if Gojou ever pranked Megumi with a custom uniform order- and that’s why Megumi warns Yuuji.
Gojou and Megumi's matching uniforms cough cough with the high neck style. Megumi warning Yuuji about this side of him. That side being: how he does uncalled things? Megumi learnt to put up with that lolol
...and my heart just goes aaaaaaaahhh since the 9 years made him used to it and reflects a bit of domesticity? Even though it can be interpreted as resignation, it still makes this a beautiful relationship?? ;-;
Megumi asking Gojou about his plans, is this how they usually exchange information about each other’s schedules-
I just like to see his reaction whenever there are such anthics haha. In a: “Oh, here we go again, and my classmates are too easily excited”. Then he already knows how it's going to play out, and Megumi is not even angry about it, just disappointed? Because he only has a sweat drop and not a vein popping.
Extra panel of disappointed Megumi looking at his classmates following Gojou’s theatrics XD
I really miss the first year trio + Gojou interactions ;-;
Megumi’s .... ----> “They are acting so silly.” or “They fell for his trap.”
Megumi knowing what’s up :D
Megumi worried about Yuuji after the Sukuna mention, but Gojou telling him not to overdo himself ;-;
Chapter 5
Gojou choosing to sit on the floor rather than on the other... stool? or seat? in the bottom left corner, to be closer to Megumi.
Also reminds me of their first encounter, where the way he squatted made him be near Megumi's height.
Maybe an inconsistency from the drawing, or not enough space in the panel, but Gojou shifted closer to Megumi lolol
I like how it's more obvious in the anime, they had an extra scene animated where they showed Megumi and Gojou escorting the kid to his home :D Still, Megumi is shown trailing behind in the panel, so it can be inferred.
Why have two people do that and not just one? Megumi could have done that on his own? So that Gojou can have more time to get to know his two new students? He is a busy person after all. Alternatively, Megumi could have stayed back. Or... what if Gojou is being protective so he went with Megumi too?
lol Gojou guessing why Fushiguro is being silent.
Can he really read Megumi that easily? Even if he is able to, he could just say something else.
[Part 2]
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182 Days of TPN - Day 33
Chapter 33: “Action, Part 2”
Again, no indication of the lullaby being hummed, but I love that the anime includes her doing so. I love her voice so much, both sub & dubbed. But damn ma’am, no need to sound so relieved that you’ll finally be free from your own son. (even though she didn’t really know Ray was her true kid until six years ago.)
Okay, so here’s where the timing of midnight sends me into a state of confusion, at least in the anime’s case. With the manga, we know Emma enters the dinning room to meet Ray at 23:38 and I can believe their whole conversation takes up until midnight when Ray drops the match. We also learn in this chapter Isabella finishes putting the babies to sleep at 23:45 and then does whatever in her office until she’s alerted by Emma’s scream. The manga makes more sense to me for this scene because it doesn’t specify exactly how long she’s in her office for or when Isabella reacts to the commotion in the dinning room. It’s easier to believe the kids had enough time to set up for Emma’s grand performance when we have no idea the current time of night.
With the anime however, we get Isabella hear Emma’s scream just seconds after midnight which baffles me greatly since that scream of Emma’s happens way after she catches Ray’s match! After singeing her hands, she has Thoma & Lani set up Ray’s replacement, takes out Ray’s tracker, made the boys vacate the premises so she can start the fire and then lets out that scream.. all of that certainly can’t happen in a matter of seconds just as the clock finishes its twelve midnight chimes! I dunno man, anime time is weird, but at least Emma’s voice actresses nailed that scream.. you don’t wanna know how often I just replayed it back.
Anyways, my nitpicking aside.. the fire is quite the spectacle, especially with how quick it was able to spread. We already got walls coming down. I also love how we don’t get a perfect look at Emma actually wearing her shoes, whether they’re drawn completely dark as they are here or covered by speech bubbles. You can still notice them sure, but it makes it fun to look back at once Isabella notices the footwear and how little focus they received.
Ah Isabella, a renowned caretaker who spent many years acting like the perfect mother in order to provide high quality merchandise to the farm.. and she ends up gets fooled by one of her own children in a very spectacular fashion. Sorry honey, I think you raised Emma a bit too well to be a proficient actor.
Props to Gilda as well for the subtle act she put on in front of mom and leading the other kids out. I gotta wonder though, what did the younger kids do when they all evacuated? Did they not see the fifteen escapees at all? Or if they did, even wonder where they’re all going and if they should follow too? Maybe Phil kept them under control.. yeah, let’s go with that.
The speed at which this girl ran away from the fire is exactly how quick she earned a permanent place in my heart. I know she resorted to cutting her ear off simply because she had no time (literally about ten seconds in the anime) to effectively take her tracker out with Isabella nearby, but damn girl! Ya gotta be so strong physically, mentally and emotionally to even pull off a stunt like that. Fair reminder that she’s only eleven!
The squad!! I love these kids, but I wish the majority got more spotlight, aside from Don, Gilda and Anna. The rest don’t do too much in the story? like they’ll have their own moment but the impact of it ranges from impactful to forgettable. I just wanna know more about them individually too. But yes, huzzah, big relief washed over me seeing Ray still alive.
OH! And see! The time once again! Manga basically telling us it had to take about twenty minutes for everything post-match drop to happen up until Emma reunites with the group, so the fact the anime had that whole operation finished seconds after midnight is so strange to me.
Much more intimidating than how the anime adapted it, even though this panel kinda ignored how Emma’s palms got a little scorched from catching the match and are now seemingly fine.
Favorite panel/moment:
I dunno, I like the panel of all the escapees and Emma reciting Norman’s words, but I really love this silly one of Ray too??
“I’ll explain later” ... yeah, this shouldn’t give me ch144 flashbacks, but it does.
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