#important reminder that this is simply me trying to be realistic and pointing out how i believe it's the healthy way to interact with this

[galacticvampire]

As an Asian and a major fan of the Jedi, I just wanna slap Lesyle Headland in the face. I'm so tired of ignorant Westerners (aka faux white feminists) like her and Kathleen Kennedy shitting on the Jedi. They're basically insulting and looking down on my people and their culture. I wish Kathleen Kennedy got fired. I wish that SOMEONE could hire an Asian person to direct the Acolyte instead of a white Western woman like Lesyle Headland. She should just go back to making a 3rd season of Russian Doll or whatever. Why is it SO HARD for Disney to hire Asian people to be in charge of a Star Wars series or movie???

The anti-jedi rethoric is very annoying and it upsets me that lucasfilm doesn't try (i might be wrong about them not trying but alas) to at least direct creators working for canon material to stick to GLs original meaning without the very prominent legends bias we know older fans have. You and everyone to whom this characterization is important (I'm one of them!) has every right to be upset about the things she said, but I just want to point out a few things:

We don't know how Acolyte is going to turn out. The statement is worrying but we've seen actors/directors say things in interviews that just don't reflect on what we actually get. (Favreou does this all the time) I say we wait. I'm not an optimistic but I think we can hold off saying it will DEFINITELY be awful until it actually comes out.

Again, it's very upsetting having yet another show trying to be "jedi critical" but I can't help but notice that Filoni, Favreou and multiple other writers have been doing it for years and everyone still watches and reads everything they put out. Not many people seriously call for them being fired. The fact that I've seen way more anger and aggressiveness towards Lesyle is... telling. Go all the way on the critiques of the material when the show comes out (I will) but don't be blind to the fact that she is one of the first openly queer women leading a prominent Disney production. There will be fans being awful to the show just because of it + Amandla's race and gender. Sometimes will be hard to tell which kind of anger someone is expressing but I'll highlight that is NEVER productive to side with bigots, even when you're rightfully angry for different reasons than them.

Which leads to my next point: we should be (I know we already are, just to remember the focus) advocating for diversity on the writing room. That's the space we have to a big cast of opinions and perspectives in the same project, while we only have one director/a few producers. And I think it's important to acknowledge that in that department they've already have gone really far just in the last couple years. We have Debora Chow. Diego Luna was producing Andor. Regardless of the end result, Lesley is an openly queer woman. EVERY SINGLE LEAD BESIDES EWAN IS A POC. This was unimaginable ten years ago. This is just a reminder to not let yourself fall in despair, we're getting there.

Kathleen Kennedy is incredible at her job. I'm not discussing her opinions because they aren't that relevant: she doesn't make any creative decisions. She makes executive and strategic ones, and Star Wars has put out more content under her administration than ever. She is one of the reasons it's so diverse now. Push for her to do better, to hire people who have a vision that aligns with what star wars is meant to be, but calling for her being fired is echoing the dudebros who blame her for every detail that aren't even under her control.

None of this erases the underlying racism in the refusal to understand Jedi culture, you (we) are rightfully angry, specially if Acolyte turns out to be exactly how she said it will. I just think there are more effective ways we can have this conversation and pressure Lucasfilm to do better than boycotting a show we don't even know if is really problematic yet, lest they decide it's easier to stick to the "standard" white straight male pov because it cuts off both the "wokenism" complaints and the ones that what they're doing isn't the right kind of diversity. (see also: target)

[putnamcapital]

s1 ep 6 rewatch notes

[yeah i am still doing these essays, everyone copes differently OKAY]

I wish i had the words to convey my love for the Simon-Rosh-Ayub dynamic when they’re sitting on his bed trying to talk about his video, not the Kim K. video. it’s an instance of one of the things i ADORE about YR, namely, the importance of the love and support of friends - “the gang is back together”. contra a lot of the teenage and adult movies that put romantic love on a pedestal and everything else goes to the dogs.

That shot of Wille set against the sky when the Queen leaves = is it the apocalypse or is it heartbreak and i'm not the only one seeing the religious imagery right?

“we haven’t done anything wrong.” Simon’s moral clarity, his unbreakable backbone - it’s a moment where it’s obvious the Court has no idea who they are dealing with. I’m not sure Wille even knows then.

Frida doesn’t get enough praise for her acting. that side eye of August as they cross in front of him loafing on the picnic table: sublime.

Another parallel I hadn’t seen before: Sara dresses up before dinner; she likes the image she sees of herself in the mirror. She is “someone she is not”, according to Simon (later that night), but she wants that false countenance. In S2, that same move will devastate Wille. But we have another Sara-mirror scene, in S2. Leaning on the Wille-Sara parallel, there’s something being done here about becoming who you are through artifice (dressing up ‘in costume’) or through love (revealing your true self). August (as opposed to Simon, i think …) ends up being a false or traitorous ‘coming into self through love’ for Sara.

Related … when Sara went to see August to confront him about the video, i have retrospectively imagined her as having planned what happened. But if you look at the scene as it happens, both Sara and August seem to just be playing the situation as it arises. Sara starts off by not even intending to tell August, I think that was honest. When she then confronted him about the video, she first asks why did you do this to Wille and then, how do you have the right, you destroyed Simon? none of it is about her. it’s when August asks her ‘what do you want’ - that i think the idea comes to her. And i think that explains her face after she kisses August - her revulsion at herself. it seems like a situation that spiralled out of control very fast.

i can’t really talk about the Sara-Simon fight scene because it’s my Point of No Return in terms of “This is a nice program to watch of an evening” and “These characters have become my entire waking and sleeping existence, is there treatment for this.”

in the scene that starts with them sitting on the floor in Wille’s room, there is that tender moment by the door, and one of the top two kisses and hugs in the whole of season 1 and 2 combined, punctuated with the forehead tap. and i’ve always thought it so lovely until this time i saw the “red flag” - the towel hanging on the hook - and it reminded me of the red ‘flag’ we see in the locker room every other time things go south.

the scene with kristina and wille in the car starts simply with him saying, “WHAT?” which a) comes straight out of fanfic; b) is hyper-realistic adolescent approach to dialogue but also c) actually shows that they are really close. as in, Wille might loathe his mother by the end of this episode, but also he knows exactly what she’s thinking and they can just skip all the usual staging aspects of conversation. it links, i now see, to the book scene, where wille admits that he can’t just throw out everything he’s been taught, b/c he’s internalized it so well

when K is lecturing W about all the public attention he’s going to get now, and how it will be even worse, it’s the same shot of him looking out the car window wishing he could be literally anyone else as in the first few minutes of s1ep1, after the club fight. and we see his reflection in the window, so we get him 'in double' - who he is IRL, and who he is seen to be by the viewer. very clever. very clever.

[almightytuba]

I’ve been putting this post off for a while now but it’s becoming increasingly more important as the situation progresses.

I have been a part of the NanoWriMo YWP for four years now. I joined at a generally bad time and found some wonderful companions via the site. In my years there I have made connections, found community, improved and renewed my love for writing. That is not to say that the experience was entirely good, however. I will be forever grateful for the friends I’ve made and the outlet it gave me in rough times but I have been left disgusted overall by the site.

This site is promoted for anyone under 18, the forums available to anyone 13-18. The program is not only readily available with no moderation as to verifying users (allowing for many spam accounts and ‘backups’, as I will address in a moment) but is promoted in schools nation-wide. Without any protection and moderation on a global site, the YWP creates a breeding ground for predatory behavior in a place advertised towards children and teens. It’s my firm belief that yes, the YWP is a fantastic concept- most teens are not able to find supportive communities or allowed to express themselves and the site acts as such, This is a horrifying notion but it’s realistic when children are continuously and purposely overlooked for the purpose of ‘saving face.’ The YWP has done exactly that. It has failed not only me, but my friends, teachers, and schools.

I have been present for a mere fraction of the garbage the site allows to fester within it. I cannot speak from experience in all events but what I can speak for with certainty, I will.

1- Predators and predatory behavior. One of the greatest flaws of the site is that what could have been avoided genuinely avoided if its users taken seriously or given an ounce of respect. Predators being allowed to run rampant is not in the least new to the site and it’s almost entirely up to its users to keep themselves safe. Mods have continued to err on the side of perpetrators. Perhaps if this happened once, it could be excusable by some great reach- but this is repeated behavior from the people entrusted to the site. Time after time I have engaged in “flagging battles”- the only thing users have virtually with no in-site blocking system- against users telling teens to kill themselves, to doxx themselves, to engage in sexual activities. Let me remind you that YWP is a writing site for children- and if accounts can that simply lie about their age, I can assure you there are users younger than the 13 minimum roaming around the site.

2- Harassment and bullying. As I said above, anyone can make an account. This includes troll/spam accounts, and sheer amount of repeat offenders on the site is repulsive. In the rare case mods do anything about what occurs in-site (rather than ban users that are self-moderating and genuinely trying to help), users are just able to make a new account. The sheer amount of times I have seen backup accounts log made for the sake of spamming “KYS” is almost astonishing. I could talk for ages on this; how the same user has come back and perpetuated racism, sexism, homophobia- anything just to ‘piss people off’. The YWP is allegedly a ‘safe space’ for its large queer community and a neurodivergent populous. With this rampant behavior the site only works to perpetuate hate.

3- Moderation. I am aware that this is a subject of controversy, many vocal points screaming out at the YWP- “why don’t you just ignore it if you don’t like it?” And to that I ask you if ignoring a prevalent problem truly makes it dissipate. Although the answer clear, we are still told our anger unjustified or methods fear-mongering. This disgusts me. We are justified. We are allowed to be as vocally angry as we wish because we have been wronged and have virtually no other power to do anything about it.

There are endless ways that the mods have failed us. By refusing to listen to the community they only work to make the space less safe, banning those who speak out and ‘hurt their feelings’ or by kicking dirt over incidents of their own failure. This is non-conducive work and I have no idea how it passed for it for so long.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

[kohakurin8]

~ Birthday Bunny ~

An innovative analysis for an innovative game

It's still Spooky Season! So of course, I'm still at it with the spooky games. And as suggested by @starwarspurgefan tonight I played the Horror RPG Maker game, Birthday Kid by @livisart !

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This is an analysis of the overall game plot and contains spoilers beyond this point.

If you would like to experience the game for yourself before reading this analysis, please scroll to the end of the post for a link to where the game can be downloaded!

Holy. Crap.

I absolutely love this game!

In the ending bonus room livis admits that the game is their first ever finished RPG Maker game and honestly, I'm impressed. The story and overall structure is such a treasure -- simple yet deliciously complex at the same time.

Not only that, but it has a lot of little details and themes that remind me impeccably of another absolute favorite of mine, Omori by Omocat -- and considering Birthday Kid was released before Omori, I wouldn't be surprised if Omocat actually played this game and drew some inspiration from it!

So then, let's jump into it. What is Birthday Kid?

Well, to put it simply the game follows a bunny-person named Pepper who is continually reliving the day of their 12th birthday. The focus of the game is exploring Pepper's house as they try to remember something important, finding various clues in order to sort out trauma in the process.

To start with, I'd like to compliment the game mechanics because they are incredibly creative. They guide you through what you're supposed to do while still making it feel like you've solved some sort of puzzle, and the guidance is portrayed in a way that's very realistic to a sort of dream world or delusion.

The usage of blood marks and subtle key words to tell you where to go is spooky and satisfying, and a personal favorite mechanic out of anything I've seen so far.

Secondly, the designs of Pepper and Rascal may be simple, but they've completely captured my heart. I absolutely adore bunnies, and freckles, so Pepper had me excited to play the game before I even started.

And lastly, the story is beautiful and told with such nuance that one can both generally infer what happened, but still ponder the details with healthy curiosity.

But you know me. I can't just ponder this shit -- I have to write it!!

Alright, since it was written so nicely, there isn't much room for theories necessarily. But that's okay! Instead, allow me to explain the string of events and details as I perceived them while playing.

Pepper is officially classified as "a gender", although the dialogue suggests that they may have been born female but prefers to be agender and chose a name for themselves that isn't their birth name-- something which their peers bully them for relentlessly. On top of that, Pepper is a mute and only communicates through sign-language, which adds fuel to the discriminatory fire.

Considering the usage of the bunny theme, and the posters which read "Alice? Is there a god?" I speculate that Pepper's birth name may have been Alice.

And considering livis specifically stated that Pepper "prefers" not to speak, I theorize that they are not mute by birth but rather by some sort of trauma-induced muteness, or perhaps even non-verbal autism.

Regardless of the reasons why Pepper is how they are, even their own parents abuse them for being different. In fact, it bothers their parents so much that they have issues between each other over it.

But one birthday, Pepper was walking home when they found a talking rabbit -- the demon bunny Rascal. Rascal is severely injured, so Pepper decides to take him home and their mother convinces their father to allow them to keep it.

However, poor Pepper's home life soon deteriorates. At first, they seem fine so long as they have their friend Rascal. But the plot suggests that their Dad eventually murdered their mom and shoved her in the wardrobe of the master bedroom, then proceeded to neglect Pepper and abuse them verbally, even to the extent of not allowing them access to the fridge. Although, while sneaking into the fridge to get food for Rascal, Pepper notices a bottle of poison...

During one of these abusive episodes, Rascal actually attacks Pepper's Dad, and judging by some of the dialogue apparently pushes him into the hot stove, burning his hands. (Either that or he once burned Pepper's hands with the stove...) In a fit of rage, the Dad snaps poor Rascal's neck, and locks Pepper in their wardrobe.

Obviously distraught, Pepper uses the poison to kill their father, then summons a demon in an attempt to bring Rascal back. The demon makes a contract to do so with Pepper, offering to erase all of their painful memories in the process. Thinking this was a good idea at the time, Pepper accepts the offer, only to forget all about Rascal too!

This brings us to the start of the game -- Pepper reliving their twelfth birthday party. However, with the lack of memory everything about the part feels strange and fake, prompting Pepper to investigate. I believe that the act of repeatedly killing all of Pepper's party guests is symbolic of their strong feelings of hatred towards those who bullied them. A wrathful feeling that cannot be merely erased even with the help of a demon

All hope is not lost, however, since Pepper does eventually regain their memories. Upon remembering Rascal's name it's revealed that Rascal had been the demon all along, and using his name actually takes him! I'd like to think that in the end, the two were happy together.

And uh... That's it!

Once again, I really loved this game. Thank you so much for suggesting it, I've had a lot of fun with it. If you have anything you'd like to add, feel free to comment!

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As promised, here is the link to where you can download this amazing game.

[hangmanbradshaw]

Okay, this chapter must have altered my brain chemistry for real, because there is no other explanation for me to having experienced so many emotions whilst reading.

From the very beginning, can we talk about how everything in Jake’s home and routine reminds him of Bradley, because it is actually thanks to Bradley that that place stopped being just the place he slept at and became an actual home, with little memories and little signs of habits scattered everywhere? No, because I think I could write an actual dissertation about it.

And Javy -my man- immediately seeing through Jake’s trying to brush off the thing with a “it was for the best” 💖💖. Have I already told you how much I love the secondary characters? Probably, but I’ll repeat it because really, they are just awesome! I love Nat’s bluntness, hers not taking b*****t from anyone and saying things how they are; Javy and Cassie’s loving but not suffocating presence; Nick and Carole -who have won parenting at this point-, who show their support when they know its needed and genuinely care, but at the same time are gracious enough not to meddle and let the kids figure stuff out themselves; Harvard and his lovable himbo energy (I would have never imagined to say lovable and himbo in the same sentence, but here we are).

The way you got them back together is just perfect, because it wasn’t some tacky musical rom-com grand gesture, it was an actual open heart confused conversation in which they finally let it all out…or part of it, the rest was spoken in bed and that was so perfect too. And the fact that the secrets they kept and mistakes they made (not telling about Nick and the break up to provide a scoop) were both attempts to protect the other 💔? That’s some tragically poetic stuff right there. They are so perfect for each other, even and maybe especially because they make mistakes...and I am about to get emotional. Again.

I cannot wait to read what will happen next in this story and in the wonderful sequel ideas you have talked about! Especially the IceMav, my beloveds, wedding, because, just from the scene in which the agents tries -and succeeds- to knock some sense into Jake, it’s clear that they are both all and that makes me so happy! Even if it is a couple decades later than what it could have been, it’s so beautiful 💙. I also love the possibility of Bradley and Jake going international simply because it would be fun watching them perhaps in Europe, somewhere I might be familiar with. Plus, here most of us don't care about american football, so no paparazzi to be worried about.

Uhm, for Fanboy’s dating show, can we like sign up? Asking for a friend.

HEHEHEHEHEHE you've come to the right place because I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY. There's SO much to be said about the home aspect- Jake deciding what that meant for him, Bradley helping him make his house into a home. His influence scattered around the space. How going forward, they're going to do that intentionally. Bradley never expected Jake to mold to fit into his already created home, but instead helped Jake build his own?

THANK YOUUUUU omg I love the secondary characters. They're so important, the people that you fill your life with influence you so much and having a support system, and Jake realizing those people are all his family he's choosing, I just! They deserve their times to shine so I can't wait to play around with them more in the sequels and one shots and stuff!

Thank you omg. I honestly wanted to focus more on just the human aspects of this story rather than angst for angst's sake. Two people learning how to love and be in love is complicated enough, and having those realistic moments where they just have to talk it out.

YES EXACTLY! They're gonna go to Europe (still deciding where) and have a little romantic vacay and it's gonna be great cuz no one is gonna care or know who he is so they can just be normal and get up to shenanigans.

Fanboy's show is taking applications- they're currently open.

I have this ridiculous idea about doing a little one shot of an episode of the show, where he brings the guys in to help with the 'date' and you get the little camera confessionals. Bradley's like 'why am I here again' and Harvard's like taking it ridiculously seriously lmao

[aseriesofunfortunatejan]

I keep forgetting to write my thoughts about Part 8 (Jojolion). I don't have anything in particular to talk about, but as a resident Part 7 hater (/ex), I feel like I should give my poor followers an idea what my opinions are this time around.

I will try my best to make what follows spoilers free, however, it will include Part 6 (Stone Ocean) spoilers. Further Parts spoilers will be under the cut.

I clearly enjoyed it a lot better than Part 7. I kept dropping Part 7, which is not super typical of me (and didn't match how I enjoyed Part 6 either), and I had to regularly force myself to stop reading Part 8. I wish it could have been longer, because like other people pointed out, the ending wound up feeling a tad rushed.

I think Part 8 particularly shined at the start. I was pleasantly surprised to find out this part everyone always refused to tell me a single thing about was actually - and simply - a Mystery. The initial mysteries made brilliant use of the pre-conceived notions the reader would definitely have from having read or watched Part 4 in the past. Although I'm not fond of "canon AUs" which is exactly what everything past Part 6 is, Part 8 didn't have constant reminders of that element, and as I just said, made good use of its renewed use of a certain setting and certain characters. The "main family" of new characters also highly benefited from this format.

Unfortunately, this good use of mystery sort of weaned out as time went and the main mission was made clear. That being said, I enjoyed the specific placement/rhythm of certain flashbacks that revealed the truth about a certain mystery to the reader.

I liked Jousuke (I don't even know why people call him Gappy and at this point I'm too afraid to ask, so what I'm using to differenciate him from the first Josuke is a supplementary U... a wonder, truly), and I wish his - and everyone else's - definite autism remained obvious throughout the story. Yeah!! Fight me about it!!! He's a sweet and a strong little guy.

I was a bit underwhelmed by Yasuho, but not everyone can be Jolyne, so it's fine, I guess. She's nice, and her relationship with Jousuke is very pleasant. I think she's realistic and her "not so bizarre" experience is not an uninteresting addition to the story. You eventually get a glimpse of what was bizarre beneath the surface, and it's giving me food for thought. It did bother me how easily she was just sexually harassed or even assaulted - the justification is weak, and I don't like how casually this just. Happens. To fictional characters who happen to be women.

The following will contain spoilers for Part 8.

I was mostly underwhelmed by the ending. If the Kira family had to lose everything, I wish it could have been a bit more... ... or just, addressed at all. I definitely see how the ending scene, with the Higashikata family, is bittersweet, and I actually like that aspect - how Jousuke is included too. I think a stronger image of both Yoshikage and Kei, maybe in the past, had been shown. (If Part 8 ever gets animated, please give me this, the way Foo Fighters was added at the end of Part 6 👍 thanks.) Rai, too, but I definitely feel like there's an obvious reason to include an implication of how Yoshikage would have felt about this. (Which could be passionating, by the way. Though I'm obviously biased - was he ready to give up everything when he sacrificed his life to free Josefumi? Did he understand there was no winning then? I would take a short image of Yoshikage accepting Part 8's tragic outcome!)

Kei? Btw? Bestie they gave you nothing. What the fuck.

Something that is missing about Kaato, who is a very interesting character, is information about whether she was blindsided by the Higashikata family's curse. Did she know it before marrying Norisuke, or before getting pregnant with Joubin? Or was she only told when it was too late? I think whether she was blindsided or changed her mind should be an important part of characterisation. Both can make for great stories.

I guess for my own mental health, I will try to ignore the well-known loose ends in this part. Though I'm curious how they wound up being left behind - if Araki was genuinely rushed, or if he changed his mind about having certain things be canon, etc. (Karera bothers me... When did she take that photo. Where did she go. What)

Hato was literally the only nice person in the Higashikata family, lol. I'm curious how Norisuke, who's characterised as literally. Nice. Managed to raise such bad kids.

I might just be getting bored of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure's tendency to end on a rather extreme bittersweet note. "So many people die, but there's some good 😊" The bad often outweighs the good to me, and maybe it's just getting old. Though it could be interesting to compare how Part 7 ended, with the Jojo protagonist "winning" while Gyro lost it all, to how Part 8 did, with the Jojo protagonist actually losing his fight, while someone else gets the "win". Or maybe both stories just want to say that the Higashikata family keeps winning.

I think that's all I have to say for right now? I mean, I've made it obvious I fell in love with Kira, right? Don't ask me why, I don't know.

I really liked the little doodles in between chapters.

Like I mentioned in some tags earlier today or yesterday, I was thinking of representing Jousuke as a fusion in a Steven Universe style, but having finished the story, I think he's more so "if Greg also had to die to give birth to Steven." They're GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNEEEEE!

Lucy is bestie... ... ... oh and Johnny deserved that. Idiot

Oh yeah, and Tooru was definitely a character. I think Yasuho's point of view of him interests me more than he does at the moment.

[csarts]

One day, a person finds a dropped audio recorder as they were about to leave the Student Union Building. They thought of giving it to the Lost and Found, but curiosity won out and secreted it away.

At their home, they plugged the audio recorder to their PC and saw multiple files. They clicked on the first one, simply titled “3/25/23 - Arts and Perspectives”

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*sounds of a cup hitting a wooden table*

Person 1: That hits the spot. So, what did you want to talk about?

*papers shuffling*

Person 2: I’m trying kasi na intindihin yung mga binigay na readings ni ma’am. Naisip ko naman na baka makatulong ka, Guile.

Guile: Hmm, sige. It’s okay naman with me. So…

*throat being cleared*

Guile: Definition of art diba? So, art in itself has many definitions. There’s no one true way of describing it. In my opinion, it’s kind of like that quote about the “beholder” or something.

Person 2: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?”

Guile: Yeah! Thanks, Rafael. So, famous artists around the world sought to popularize their own definitions of “art”. We can see them here…

*papers shuffling and the thud of a finger meeting paper and wood*

Guile: Well, in the Study Guide provided, we can see the numerous ways in which art could be described. Herbert Read states that “art is an attempt to create pleasing forms”, which is essentially Formalism.

Rafael: *snrk* Formalism.

Guile: *sigh* Yes, formalism. The one perspective that’s very simple but the people who have this perspective try to complicate it very much to the point of vagueness. Well, moreso than the others.

Rafael: It tries to use some colorful description when in essence it just means what you see is what you get. Personally, I’m not a fan of this definition for it ignores so much factors.

*throat being cleared*

Guile: Where was I? Oh yeah, so we have Read’s Formalism perspective. We also have the expressionism perspective from Bernedetto Croce: “Art is an expression; it is not intention or talent.”

*papers softly rustling as they were set down*

Guile: Honestly, I always thought modern expressionism is kind of dumb. Apapap- don’t you raise your eyebrow at me. I’m comparing the modern one to its Golden Age one. Back then, it was novel and people were interested how each portrait was a story in of itself that the artist tried to tell with each stroke of the brush. Nowadays, with mass media, people try to look for deeper meanings or opinions that the artist didn’t intend to show. Due to the vagueness of the medium of communication, scandal upon scandal and misinformation upon misrepresentation keeps heaping on these poor artists.

*a big sigh*

Guile: And for what? Just to make themselves feel good about discerning the “true” meaning behind the art, nevermind if it's true or not, or whether it affects the artist.

*A cup being picked up. Sounds of someone sipping liquid*

Rafael: Oh, man this reminds me of the meme “this curtain is blue because of the emotion of the artist” when in reality its blue just cause. It is pretty ridiculous how people think that everything has a meaning behind it. Sometimes the artist just does things for no reason and that is totally fine. It just makes things more complicated.

Guile: Well, regardless of all that, my most favorite of all of this is Herskovits’ perspective. “Art is any embellishment of ordinary living that is achieved with competence and has describable form.”

Rafael: Bakit mo naman favorite yan?

Guile: Because it’s the inspiration to my own perspective regarding art. “There is effort in art and there is art in effort.” I find that there is beauty with the skill and competency of the artist as they create their product. It is kind of Formalism in the sense that the surface appearance is important, but where that perspective restricts itself to form, this one seeks to enhance that with perceived skill and talent it must’ve taken to do it.

Guile: Regarding the embellishment…eh. I don’t have an opinion on that. It’s on the people if they want realistic or fictional.

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Silence returned after that. Only the scratching of pencil could be heard and background noise of what the observer assumes is the SU building.

5 minutes droned on as they slowly lost their patience. Fortunately for the audio recorder, the silence was broken.

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Rafael: Now that I have a better understanding of what “art” is, I can’t help but have a few questions of my own.

Guile: Yeah? Like what?

Rafael: This was brought up by one of our classmates. When do we give the excuse that a work of art depicts freedom of artistic expression or consider it as exploitation or unethical?

Guile: Oh, what about it?

Rafael: Throughout history, there are a lot of artwork out there that can be considered as unethical but defend it as artistic expression. One example that immediately comes to mind is the artwork made by Richard Gomez.

Guile: You mean the giant d-

Rafael: Yes, that. I mean, it is just so obvious that it is clearly something inappropriate, however people still argue it as showing his freedom of artistic expression. I just feel like if a work of art can offend a lot of people for a valid reason or inexplicably inappropriate then it cannot be defended with that phrase. This question really made me realize where I stand on this topic.

Guile: What do you mean by valid reason?

Rafael: It’s the 21st Century, anyone will try to find any reason to be offended. So anyways what are your thoughts on this?

Guile: My stance on this topic is that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It can be abhorrent to the majority of people or it can be wonderful to them. We can’t say that something isn’t art just because it offends people - since we can’t just generalize people. Generalizing art is the same.

Rafael: Ohhh, I see. Ah, look at the time I was too immersed that I didn’t even notice it. Sorry Guile I need to go on ahead. I still have a paper due this midnight. Thanks for your time!

Guile: Maliit na bagay anytime. Just ask if you have any other questions.

Rafael: Thanks man, bye!

Guile: Goodbye!

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“Well…” the person muttered. “That was interesting.”

They looked at the other files.

“I wonder what else this little guy picked up?”

[krxnapriya]

NM3217 Assignment 2: Storyboard

My take on the brief:

I decided to take inspiration from events that conspired in my own life a few weeks ago - I accidentally injured myself while walking in FASS. As getting injured usually happens in a fraction of a second, seeing that in a storyboard format for this assignment in my mind was definitely an interesting insight. I tried to visualize it from an artist’s perspective by zooming in and focusing on each scene as if it were happening in slo-mo… and of course, the relatability helped! 

My story is about the protagonist getting ready for a new day. As she moves on with her daily routine, an event happens that hinders the flow that she had going on for her. The frustration she feels in the moment leads her to think of an “if-only” moment defeatedly, whereby she is happily sleeping, all cozied up in her bed. Such small, frustrating events happen to everyone at some point, and the relatability of sitting down in that frustration thinking about how you could’ve begun your day differently or stayed in your little oasis of comfort is what I was trying to capture, especially in the last few scenes. Having the kind of moment that might've ruined your entire day especially just as your day has begun leads us away from the “hustle and bustle” and productive mindset to simply think about the side of us that just needs/wants to take a break, which is a shared human experience! 

While shooting these scenes, I realized how important it is to be able to emote with such strong conviction regardless of the format of art that you are adhering to - whether it is through sketch, acting, or any other medium. One of the keywords that I keep referring back to all through lessons taught by my instructors and professors, especially in the field of art and design is intentionality. Intentionality is a word I have constantly been reminded of, especially while I was learning storytelling basics. Through each choice I make while telling a story, I strive to answer the purpose it serves and how it can add to the plot or drive it further. For instance, setting up the camera angle a certain way, mise-en-scene, and the colors and props being depicted in it, all add to the story or subtract from it immensely.  

As this assignment was truly a one-man show, or one-woman show rather, these concepts were quite challenging to master, in all honesty. Having a vision of how you want your story to unfold vs directing yourself as an actor to provide these results that you have in your mind was definitely more difficult to achieve than I thought it would be. I tried my level best with the affordances I had - I used a self-timer to take most of my pictures and set them up on various ledges near the staircase (praying every passing second that my phone wouldn't fall). 

Rationale and thought process for shot sequence:

A lot of the pictures I shot are from either side so as to make it appear more natural and simply give us an onlooker’s insight into the protagonists' life instead of an atmosphere of that of a documentary following a celebrity around with the camera facing them straight. I also attempted to play around with shot sizes but eventually came to the opinion that medium shots and close-ups were able to give me more of the personal vibe that I was going for. 

Another shot that was especially tricky to master was picture no. 5, as I had to make it look realistic enough to seem as if the protagonist was about to trip while looking out for my own safety (and sanity) by making sure I did not injure myself for the third time this month. 

Critique and changes post-critique:

One of the suggestions I received was to flip picture no. 8 so as to make the transition between pictures no.8 and 9 more seamless and also to achieve the impression that the final picture was trying to attain - which is the protagonist thinking back to her previous happy experience. I also received a suggestion to create a thought bubble and insert the picture inside, so as to help solidify that my intent is that the protagonist is thinking about a past time. 

As I thought these were helpful suggestions, I tried to implement them to the best of my ability. The suggestion that was most difficult to implement and one that I had to truly grapple with was trying to superimpose the final picture on an irregular shape; the thought bubble. I created the thought bubble by using the ellipse tool, creating anchor points with the pen tool, and then utilizing the Pucker and Bloat function in Effects. 

The font that I finalized for the title was Bradley Hand ITC, as it seemed informal enough to make it casual and yet be personalized enough to appeal to the overall ambiance that the story was trying to convey. I also chose to keep the pictures as close as possible to make them look as seamless as possible. 

Overall, sketching out my ideas really helped to plan and visualize my shot sequence. If ever I get the chance to do a similar assignment in the future, one thing I’d take note of would be to not shy away from experimenting from all possible scenarios and settings I can think of this would give me more leeway to truly hone in on the best-of-the-best shots!

[beefmastersblog]

Genshiken (ep.1,2,3,9)

I actually liked this anime a lot more than I thought I would. I've never seen or heard of this before, and I'm not typically a fan of this older style of animation, but I genuinely really did enjoy watching.

The anime itself has a strong theme of otaku culture. The story follows students in a club for fans of anime and pop culture, and we get to see the way these fans interact with each other. In my opinion, they are a little weird and extreme, but I think the whole point of this show wasn't simply to make fun of extreme anime fans but rather to talk about the importance of balance. For example, Kosaka is an otaku. He enjoys anime and pop culture but does not let it consume his entire world. He does have his own issues of trying to balance his hobby with having a girlfriend, which I think is a pretty realistic issue especially with people that have a significant other that does not really engage in those things as much (like my boyfriend that plays hearthstone all day) but it doesn't mean that maintaining a relationship isn't possible. I think that otakus are rarely portrayed as having human relationships and that just isn't fair because again, they are just normal people.

Tying that into my next point, one thing that I noticed that I really liked is the way they compared the otakus to those that aren't oktaku, showing them doing the same things (such as going shopping). While the otakus might prefer to do this in manga stores, it is no different than the day-to-day shopping journey of Saki, who is going to a mall to evaluate clothing. I thought that was very interesting because it demonstrated how just because the otakus might have a more unique interest than others typically have, they are still normal people who just happen to enjoy anime a lot.

This piece reminded me a lot of the reading we just did as well, specifically the part that talks about the way otaku prefer to spend time engaging with the fictional world over the real world. One example of this was the way Madarame put aside his physical needs and his needs in the real world like food, in favor of spending a lot of money on anime and manga. I mean, the man literally broke his wrist and still suffered through the pain because he wanted to go to a convention... which... lowkey I understand because conventions can be very expensive especially if you got one of them special cut-the-line type passes omg! But that is not the point here. The fact is that he had a broken bone and risked his physical health for some merch. This really shows how hobbies can be good and a great way to spend time, but if they go too far and start compromising your health, it might be a little too extreme and I think Madarame is a perfect example of how certain hobbies can get out of hand easily.

Overall, this show was neat. I haven't explored anything like this before and it was cool to see something that comments on Otaku culture. I liked it. The end.

[lovelycleon]

So I decided to make an analysis about the last scene of Infinite Darkness

But before I start with the fun part, I just want to tell you that my history with “angst ships”

I had a bad experience with another ship, soul mates full of angst tropes and true love, beautiful... and a really bad ending because the showrunner fought with the actors (I wasted years watching and I regret it).

Anyway, after suffering that kind of pain, no other ships and angst scenes can hit me hard enough. I'm numb or just got used to it. You choose.

So maybe the scene of Leon and Claire's argument wasn't that impactful for me because of that. But for all the fans who felt hurt, I understand and it's okay to feel that way, because the scene was meant to hurt. The scene exists because of that. And your feelings are valid.

So let's get to the fun part.

spoiler alert, it's not that fun, it actually hurts 😅

The scene starts with Leon going to meet Claire at the gates of the White House.

I don't think anyone denies the fact that, whatever Leon is doing, he just wants to protect Claire. And he doesn't want her involved because of it.

But this dialogue makes this even more evident if we analyze how it begins.

Nothing in a show or movie is by accident. Everything is handpicked for one reason or another. The meaning is not always that deep, but there is still a meaning behind it all.

So when – of all the ways a conversation can be started – they decide to make Claire joke that she sneaked out of the hospital, Leon takes it seriously and she has to clarify that it's a joke, there's a reason:

Show that Leon is taking what happened to her too serious, and Claire not that much.

When Claire makes a comment about when he's going to stop treating her like a kid and he says probably never. There's a reason:

Show that Leon wants to protect her (or being overprotective) and Claire doesn't like it.

Of course, some might argue that this specific line is capcom trying to show that their feelings aren't romantic and sink the ship completely. And, ok, people are free to think that.

But if they really wanted to sink cleon forever, they shouldn't have done the scene of Leon saving Claire the way they did. They did it because they knew it would tease a certain part of the fans... They knew exactly what they were doing...

And there's simply no reason to tease a ship you want to sink.

So no, I don't think that's it...

For me the scene means the classic and simple: "stop being worried about me🙄" "noooo🗣️"

Another way to intensify Leon being overprotective is Claire's broken arm. A reminder that she was injured following his plan. Just as she was hurt the last time they saw each other in Harvardville.

And yes, I know Degeneration made Claire hurt to take her out of the action. It is undeniable. But somehow I don't think the same situation and reason applies to Infinite darkness.

Because Claire was already out of combat, following Leon's plan and showing no intention of doing anything different. It's not like she's going to attack the monster that is several platforms higher than where she is. She couldn't fly around and there were no guns where she was anyway.

So why hurt her to get her out of combat if the story itself has already done that?

Again, you are free to think differently. Capcom made Claire dirty, she was underestimated and they wasted her potential. I won't argue with that, I'm also on the team Claire deserves better.

I just don't think it fits this specific situation.

The injured arm is there and a awkward conversation about Leon being overprotective starts because of it. I think it makes sense.

So moving on.

Claire mentions the chip and Leon looks disappointed for a moment and says he thought they were going to dinner.

This is to indicate that he didn't come to see her with the intention of breaking their friendship. Leon just wanted to spend a good time with her and nothing more. Some place a little more normal, maybe?👀

But Claire wants the chip and tells Leon her plan. The same plan that Shen May was killed trying to convince her partner to follow. Is there a parallel here?

The only difference is that Jason broke her neck while Leon decided to break Claire's heart.

Okay now I could show more parallels between them, but I won't because this is already too long and I know maybe I'm reading too much into this. Resident Evil isn't that deep most of the time 😂

Anyway, Claire asked for the chip and Leon said no.

And that's the point, right.

The climax of the conversation and the turning point in their relationship.

Note that Leon took a few seconds to say he couldn't. That was the moment when he made his decision...

He went to meet her for dinner, remember? He didn't expect to have this conversation or make a decision like that. But he had to.

Now, I'm not from the US and I don't trust politicians in general, fiction or not. But I admit this sounds realistic.

Just imagine if the president makes a speech about peace and prosperity and whatever and the next day the media reveals that members of the government are involved in BOW and planning an attack on another country.

At the very least, it won't look good.

In the worst case, it will be a catastrophe 😂

So... I don't agree with Leon, but I understand why he chose this.

It's an important decision, however. And how long it takes him to say something and how he's quiet after saying it shows he knows what's on the line. Not just the security of the country and “peace”, but also his relationship with Claire.

And despite everything... He didn't lie to her.

It would be much easier for Leon to simply say "the chip was destroyed in the fight" when she asked. Claire would never know about it and probably never doubt him. And they would still be fine with each other and having dinner.

But he didn't lie. Why?

Because their relationship is not based on lies. And it's not based on betrayals.

And while it may be hard to believe right now and it hurts to think about it, this relationship is still based on truth and trust in each other. And now their relationship is being tested.

It's easy to trust someone you're on good terms. How hard it must be to trust someone who has let you down.

There is a lot of room for development here.

Obviously Claire felt hurt in this moment. Maybe even betrayed. Heartbroken. I think we all feel that same way.

But Leon played fair there. He said he had the chip, showed it to her, and then said he wouldn't give it to her.

He was honest with her. And this act also shows respect.

They are two people with different points of view and that truth hurts.

There is silence as they look at each other. She never asked his reasons and he obviously never told them. The exchange of glances is enough for them to understand what was happening.

When Claire says “you do things your way and I do mine” it's almost like “do you know what that means? ”

Then Leon nods and another moment of silence. The time they need to accept that the relationship is broken.

Now that's angst

Interesting choice of camera angle. Showing her broken arm as a visual reminder of why he was pushing her away like that.

Claire leaves, but looks back and says again that his outfit doesn't suit him.

What's interesting here is that the director has done a few interviews over the past few weeks and he always said that the suit is a representation of Leon's position in government.

Claire commenting that it doesn't suit him is basically the writers/producers/directors admitting that this position doesn't look good.

And while all the characters praising Leon for his success, Claire is the one who sees this reality and who he truly is out of the suit (position)

And that's good angst.

Claire walks away and Leon with a sad look watching her leave and he has to say to himself "I will stop this".

Could it be just one of his one-lines? Yes.

Could it be a way for him to remind himself why he's doing this, even if it means sacrificing his relationship with Claire?

It's already done, now he has to make it worth it.

Whatever happens after that is a mystery.

I don't think Claire believes that Leon is going to cover up the government's involvement in things (their discussion would be much more intense if that were the case), she probably thinks he's going to resolve it internally without taking anything public, which is precisely what she wants to do.

I also don't think Leon believes Claire is going to give up on the investigation, he probably thinks it's going to take some time to her to get real evidence and he has time to carry out his plans.

But this is capcom... They are masters of forgetting plot points. So who knows.

Angst is only good if it has a good closure. I hope they keep that in mind.

In any other tv show that used this kind of angst trope and drama I would be completely fine...

I would expect a sequel to this plot. The characters find each other unexpectedly, having to work together and acting awkwardly because they don't know how to stick around each other after the argument. Then the story would develop and they would gradually mend their relationship.

That's the trope.

So that's all I can hope for.

[therealvinelle]

Hi, I was reading a post here in Tumblr about how Edward has two gifts, he can hear thoughts and is super fast, so I wonder what is your opinion about this topic?.

Furthermore, what others power might the Volturi's leaders and guards might have?

Edward has one gift, and it’s telepathy. Being fast isn’t a gift.

Strength, speed and even senses is varied among vampires. Some, like Emmett, are on the extreme end, but that doesn’t make Emmett gifted, nor does it mean that the rest are at an equal level. The Cullens have clear variations between them.

Physique appears to play a dominant role in how these variations play out: Alice, who was malnourished and never made it past 4′10″, is the physically weakest of the coven, while Emmett at 6′5″ and a mountain of muscles is the strongest. This is made very clear during the baseball game:

“Emmett was hovering close to third (base), knowing that Alice didn’t have the muscle to outstrip Rosalie’s fielding." (Midnight Sun, chapter The Game)

There’s also the fact that it’s taken for granted that Emmett would be intimidating to other vampires, and he is dismayed when James is more worried about Jasper, who is lean.

I suspect this disparity exists simply because a large frame means more tissue to have blood in. Newborns, animal, and human-eating vampires all having a difference in terms of strength is proof that blood has the final say in a vampire’s prowess, so Emmett being able to contain more of it than Alice and therefore being stronger makes sense to me.

This isn’t the meta for me to get into that, but I don’t think vampires have muscles in the sense we do. Or rather, we can’t know that they do. Renesmée is proof that Edward retains his human DNA, or she would be a clone of Bella. Nahuel is proof that Joham retains a Y-chromosome. Does this mean that vampires have different cell types? Does a vampire’s stone-like skin still contain human DNA? One would think yes - except, if you rip a vampire apart, you get rubble. The parts are all solid. There’s also Carlisle theorizing that vampires digest blood by absorbing it through porous tissue, which makes me wonder why he dismissed his digestive system (my guess: vivisection fun times with Aro in Volterra. Carlisle couldn’t have done it on his own, and Aro is the only one mad and curious enough to be down for that). I’m getting off-topic - what I’m saying is, we don’t know how vampires work, meaning I can’t build this meta off of the assumption that they have muscles. I simply can’t know for sure that they do.

The important thing is that a vampire’s physique is a deciding factor in how strong they are.

There’s also Laurent’s warning about James, that he has “unparalleled senses”, meaning some vampires are better at sight, hearing, and smell than others. I can believe that, because we have canon examples of vampires being bad at tracking.

There’s Edward in Port Angeles, who couldn’t track Bella’s, his singer, scent to her location, and (I admit this one is conjecture but it’s so probable that I say it goes) Carlisle’s creator, who after taking care of the mob must have realized he’d bitten one of the humans, meaning a newborn would soon be loose in London. This is punishable by death by the Volturi. The fact that he didn’t return to finish Carlisle off means that he was unable to find him. I remind the audience that Carlisle was bleeding and suffering the effects by a venom intended to paralyze the victim. To put it this way, Carlisle wouldn’t have survived James, or anybody with a trace of tracking competence. By comparison, Carlisle was able to locate a dying Rosalie by the smell of her blood, even though there wouldn’t have been a trail for him to follow, as her body had not been moved.

When it comes to these disparities in strength and speed among the Volturi, I imagine Jane and Alec are the physically weakest members of the guard, and among the slowest. They’re prepubescent, meaning no muscle for them, and their height (a humble 4′8″ and 4′10″) implies very short legs. They’re simply not going to get as far as an adult would, not in the same number of steps. Renata at 5′0″ is another tiny vampire lady who likely isn’t very strong or fast.

That’s not to say I think these physically weaker members of the Volturi guard are necessarily useless in hand-to-hand combat, Alec at least is a boy stuck in a playful age, and the males around him are trained warriors. He’s probably picked up a few things over the years.

As for the others, Aro is described as frail-looking, which hints at him being quite thin. I don’t think he’s weak, if he couldn’t win a fight he wouldn’t be around, but I do think he’s probably below average in terms of strength. Caius I picture as a Harrison Ford type, so of course I’m gonna think he’s a bit burly, but this is me headcanoning and not actually hinted at in canon. Marcus is 19, so I imagine he can only be so strong.

Back to Edward’s speed.

He’s a 6′2″ teen, that’s code for “very long legs”, though I’m actually going to go ahead and posit that he’s not actually that fast. Strap in for this next part:

The guy was a teenager who lay dying for an undisclosed amount of time. The fact that Carlisle had the time to get to know his mother points to a few weeks, at least. And Edward was very ill:

Elizabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. I expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. (New Moon, page 21)

Muscles atrophy quickly, never more so than when you’re a teen ravaged by fever, on your deathbed. And as I’ve explained above, I think your physique in life ties directly into your vampiric prowess.

I think Edward is certainly the physically weakest of the male Cullens, quite likely weaker than Rosalie as well, maybe even Esme.

Now, speed is not the same as strength. However, for humans, the two are connected. It’s the muscle fibers in our legs that determine our speed. Basically, type I fibers make an enduring runner, type II fibers make a speed runner. So, assuming that vampires retain their human musculature, one could argue that Edward had a lot of type II in life. However, Carlisle when he was human was able to outrun the mob he was with:

He ran through the streets, and Carlisle — he was twenty-three and very fast — was in the lead of the pursuit. (Twilight, page 158)

Carlisle clearly had a lot of type II fibers, and unlike Edward he was in peak physical condition when he died. He was also an adult who’d had more time to develop musculature, while Edward was a seventeen-year-old. If musculature was a deciding factor, one would think they would at the very least be of equal speed, though realistically Edward should be slower.

So, if it’s not muscles, what is it that makes Edward faster than the others?

It could be a matter of technique. Except, the way Bella describes movement when she wakes up as a vampire, it’s all very automated. Her body knows exactly how to do everything, and executes it without much input from her:

After that first frozen second of shock, my body responded to the unfamiliar touch in a way that shocked me even more.

Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low, menacing sound like a swarm of bees. Before the sound was out, my muscles bunched and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur—but it did not. I saw every dust mote, every splinter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them.

So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively—about a sixteenth of a second later—I already understood what had startled me, and that I had overreacted. (Breaking Dawn, page 251-252)

Growling, crouching - those are all distinctly vampiric, non-human ways to act. Bella didn’t learn this, her body knew it of its own accord. When she later runs, she explains it as happening the same way - she just does it.

The way Bella experiences it, vampiric movement is like a package she downloaded, and that executes her instinctual commands with no need for her to actually know how to do any of this. Her grace is another example of this - Bella Swan may be in charge of her own consciousness, but the venom is entirely in control of her body.

Given these facts, I don’t think it’s technique that makes Edward a better runner than others. His technique is likely similar to everyone else’s. If it isn’t, if technique is what makes the difference, then who is and isn’t fast is an arbitrary process.

With that, we get to my controversial theory about why Edward is the fastest Cullen: he’s not.

Running and being fast is the only thing about vampirism that Edward enjoys. This is for another meta, but Edward is extremely depressed about every single other bit of it. Every aspect of being a vampire torments him.

Except the running. He enjoys all of it, especially being the fastest, so much. And as a newborn, he would have been faster than Carlisle.

But after that, when his newborn strength faded…

I honestly think that Carlisle decided to just slow down a bit when running with him, let Edward have this. It’s no skin of his back, and it makes Edward happy, so why not.

Esme joins the family, and of course she would be down for this. Nothing is more parental, more maternal, than losing at checkers to make your child happy, after all. Could also be she’s not very fast herself, but even if she were then she would downplay it to make Edward feel like Jesse Owens.

Enter Rosalie, who would think it’s completely ridiculous, yes, but she would also recognize this excellent opportunity to call in a big favor from Carlisle later on. There’s also the fact that I think Carlisle has a gift (yes, yes, meta is coming, people) that makes him very persuasive people. And also that for all that Rose gets a lot of bad rep, she is very generous and loves her family, if being fast makes Edward happy then alright.

Emmett is an easy-going guy, he goes along with things. Alice adores Edward and would go along with it. She also has tiny matchstick legs and couldn’t outrun him if she tried. Jasper could not care less.

Bella does get outrun by Edward after waking up, but she also did zero exercise in life (listing this in case musculature matter), had Renesmée devour her from within rendering her emaciated, and then died like a slasher movie murder victim. There’s not a lot of blood in her, and what little blood there is doesn’t have a lot to work with. She does defeat Emmett at arm wrestling, so I’ll concede that. However, there are enough extenuating circumstances surrounding Bella that I think my “Edward isn’t that fast” theory survives his ability to outrun her.

So, I believe Edward is the fast Cullen because Carlisle told a white lie in 1919, no one ever corrected that, and now it’s too late.

[flowerwrites06]

thinning thread — jjk

Plot: In the heat of a tumultuous rough path in their marriage, Jungkook is handed their last resort. 

Pairing(s): Jungkook x Writer!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Marriage!AU 

Tags & Warnings: angst, rough marriage, divorce, explicit smut 

Authors Note: sorry the reposting has been a little slow, everyone! the end of feb was a little rough but I’ll try to get the fics out as soon as I can. 

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Days turned to, weeks turned to months the blanket of home they knitted together now stripped to nothing but a pathetic string. Both of them dangling and swinging on it pretending that the world around them didn’t just crumble beneath their feet. It started with regular fights over the lack of time they spent together; the usual reason most couple would go through a lovers’ spat. Then fights were followed with silent treatments lasting days on end to point where one of them would be out of the house completely.

Paranoia kicked in soon afterwards as Jungkook saw Belle chatting with one of her clients leading to yet another exhausting argument about her supposedly cheating. Jungkook left home that night for three days until he came back without saying a word. Belle spent more nights in her office using a glass of wine to loosen herself up and get some sleep while writing herself to near madness.

Her publishing company even asked her if she was okay after her latest manuscript submission stating it had a lot more disturbing themes than her usual works. Belle simply stated that things changed. Happiness wasn’t a fucking commonality anymore and the themes she wrote now seemed more realistic.

Jungkook spent hours in the gym, punching bags until the skin on his knuckles ripped apart breaking himself down enough to get some damn shut eye. He was getting a lot more complaints from his producers these days saying he had too much of a short fuse nowadays. Which, to prove their point, he ended up snapping and earned himself a break away from sending in anymore songs until he got himself sorted.

Swinging and swinging on this thinning thread, it all dwindled down into one night.

Instead of going back to her office for the night, Belle paid a visit to her lawyer about a set of paperwork that she needed organized. Thankfully the name she made for herself allowed the time to finish all these documents were significantly lessened. The next day after making her request she was able to have the papers in her hand.

-

As she walked into the apartment the woman realized how long it had been since she walked into their home at this hour. The twilight sky looked like a painting through the large panned windows, creating a beautiful silhouette of the city buildings. For a moment Belle could have smiled until she heard chain clanging and something thudding.

Jungkook began his attack on what could have been his fifteenth punching bag this fortnight, not caring about the world around him.

She sighed, placing her bag on the kitchen counter before stomping over to the man with her brown envelope in hand. “I need to talk to you.” Belle announced trying to sound louder than the punching bag thudding and clanging.

The man gave the bag one harsh punch before letting out a deep sigh, a droplet of sweat . “I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled immediately causing a rush of fury in her belly.

Belle tightened her jaw her whole body urging to just throw the papers on the floor until he sees it. But she took a long, drawling breath as she walked closer to the male who proceeded to assault his punching bag. “This is important.” She spoke firmly. “Just listen to me for one second.” She pursed her lips when Jungkook finally held onto the punching bag to pause for a moment.

Though the male still glared at her a little making her heart drop.

She remembered when he used to look at her with eyes soft and sparkling. Now all she felt was hate radiating from him. Belle handed the envelope over which he accepted, ripping off the top carelessly before pulling out the papers.

Jungkooks’ brows furrowed when he skimmed through the contents of the document. “What the hell is this?” He fumed.

“Divorce papers.” Belle replied simply.

He tightened his jaw still staring at the words on the pages instead of looking up at her. “I need a pen.” Jungkook muttered quietly before walking past her towards the living room.

Chest clenched tightly but she let out a quick breath before following him along watching him walk towards the sitting area.

Belle’s brows furrowed when she noticed they were walking away from the staircase to the study to get a pen. Instead she saw Jungkook pad towards the couches, to the fireplace sitting in front of them still running to keep the place warm and cozy. Even though the atmosphere was anything but that.

It didn’t take long until finally she saw Jungkook tossing the papers and empty envelope right into the fire. Stammering she watched the flames rise higher before dissipating the documents, their names burned away achingly slow. “Jungkook.” She tried to move past him to grab the remnants of the papers but both her arms were grabbed to keep her in place.

“Are you trying to hurt me now? Huh?” Jungkooks’ eyes burned into hers, hair matted to his glistening forehead.

Belle yanked out of his grasp which made his move his arms but he still stood dangerously close. “Don’t try to make me look like the bad guy here.” She seethed. “We’ve tried to fix this but it’s not working. You didn’t even want to talk to me when I walked into the room.”

“Because I thought you were going to start up another fight which clearly you were.” He gestured harshly towards the fireplace.

“Do you have a better idea?” Her vision grew blurry. “Because I don’t want to wake up another morning feeling like you hate me.” Belle hadn’t spoken about her feelings to the man in a long time. So long that expressing it now made her feel utterly exposed.

“You really think I hate you?” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “You really think I’d still be in this apartment because I fucking hated you?”

“When was the last time you told me you loved me then? Hm?” Tears streamed down her face, mascara smudging at the corners of her eyes a little. “When was the last time we actually spoke to each other without yelling or crying?” Belle sobbed out.

“That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.” He protested, his eyes glistening even in the dimmed warm light. “How did you even think I would sign those papers, huh?”

Belle shrugged weakly, smiling a little sadly. “Maybe you’d be happier without me.”

His eyes twitched as he pursed his lips together tightly. “Would you be happier without me?”

Her heart felt tired at this point tightening around itself as if trying to push out all the hurt or keep it all in. Happiness wasn’t a commonality for sure. But would it be any better if she couldn’t see him altogether? Spending years thinking of what could have happened if they just—kept holding onto that thread?

Without uttering a single word, Belle merely shook her head. In a second she was reminded at how well Jungkook still was at knowing what she needed right at that moment.

A small tear escaping down his cheek, Jungkook grabbed her by her cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. He could taste a saltiness on her dampened lips before his hands trailed down, wrapping them around her waist to cancel out any distance between them. He was fucking done being so far away from his baby, unable to touch her because they were too stubborn to say sorry. With a swift motion he picked her up and impatiently pressed her down against the fluffy rug.

Belle pulled at her scarf which was quickly pushed away and her cardigan lay as a blanket underneath. Fingers hooked on the hem of his cold T-shirt before pulling it over his head and discarding no one cared where. She felt his nails firmly graze up her thigh, hooking onto her panties and pulling it down only one of her thighs roughly. The thin piece of clothing dangling on her left ankle as Jungkook devoured her lips not wanting to unlock their tongues dancing.

His bulging shorts rubbed against her bare core making her moan against his lips. Jungkooks’ still wrapped hand pulled at her hair to press her further down on the floor. He watched her mouth part, small gasp passing through as his hips rubbed against her pooling core. “Look at me.” He spoke in a raspy voice, lust blown and glossy eyes piercing into her. “I want you to look at me.” He whispered, forehead pressing together as he carelessly pushed down his shorts to let his desperate cock free.

Belle felt his thick, wet tip rub up and down her sleek heat, walls already clenching to a get an aching taste of him inside her again. “Please—” A choked scream broke out of her when the man slammed into her. Her pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock, aching a little after being long-deprived from the stretch. She kept her gaze did not waiver however watching him contort his face in pleasure.

Jungkook could barely hear himself think after feeling his whole member hugged by that familiar heat. So deliciously tight and warm, he could stay like this forever if he could. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispered, hot breath hitting her face before he kissed her again, sighing in relief as he began thrusting into her. Every snap of his hips hit hard and deep wanting to make his movements embedded in their minds so they forget just how fucking good they felt together.

She grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life, legs spread out welcomingly for him to destroy her desperate heat. All her long hibernated nerves now jolted awake by the beautiful friction between them, electrifying her body.

He pulled apart the front of her dress, a few buttons flying off but Belle couldn’t care less. Neither of them could. This was the closest they had been in months. Nothing was going to stop them from spewing out all their bottled frustrations.

Belle felt his hot mouth press wet kisses on the curve of her breast, teeth grazing against the tender skin making her smile in bliss. Fingers gripped at the roots of his slightly damp hair reaching down to kiss his head. A gasp caught in her throat when he thrusted into her faster pushing to the limits of her release but she pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” He breathed out staring at her confused but he quickly saw what she wanted.

Belle pushed on his chest to make him lie on his back before straddling him, the panties on her ankle slid away. She raised herself over his erect cock and slowly let her core devour him again causing a small groan under Jungkooks’ throat. His hands instinctively moved under the skirt of her dress, squeezing her bottom. Still her eyes fixated on him as her hips swayed, feeling his tip rub against her sweet spot making her legs melt.

She moved her hands to where his were and Jungkook immediately intertwined their fingers together. Belle carefully unwrapped the black cloth around his knuckles as the male sat up now, wanting to feel her closer.

Pressing a small kisses on his healing wounds, she quickened her pace.

Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and intoxicated her with another kiss while his other hand guided her hips.

Belle held onto his shoulders now and bounced on his cock, the sheer pressure against her sweet spot could throw her over the edge in minutes. Arms wrapped around him as her teeth sunk into his skin, muffling her moans. Fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, lips pressing messy kisses on his neck and cheek. “I love you.” She whispered in his ear.

The male grabbed the side of her neck again forcing her to meet his gaze. Thumb brushed the corner of her teary eyes, mascara smudging across her temple on his finger pad. Lips were barely hovering one another as Belle slowed her thrusts. “I love you too.” He sighed out the words, grabbing bits of her hair before pressing on her warm lips. “I love you so much.” His latter words were mumbled but Belle still heard them.

A small sob shook through her seeing that warmth again. One she hadn’t seen it in so long that it almost felt like dream but Jungkooks’ hands on her skin reminded her it wasn’t. This was all real.

Jungkook turned her around to lay on her stomach, legs straightened out and spread so he could sneak in between. His cock slid in on its own at this point with how fucked out her heat was and he didn’t waste a single second longer to continue the pace. He leaned into her, kisses lain on her shoulder and sweet words whispered in her ear.

He intertwined his fingers with a hand and Belle hugged it closer, his sweaty torso pressed firmly against her back as the onslaught of thrusts began. It was slow but it dug deep into her core and steadily patterned. Her belly pressed against the floor made it all the more easier to rub against her sweet spot and create some friction against her clit.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered giving Jungkook even more determination to torture her core with incessant pounding. Warmth gathered around her leaking heat and pleasure tickled under the skin of her thighs causing her moans to shake.

Jungkook drilled into her, his own moans melting with her as his climax now flooded his entire form, his hand gripping onto hers like it was a part of him.

Belle cried out, trying to muffle the pitch by pressing her lips against the back of his hand. The heated release making her legs shake under him uncontrollably. Cheek pressed against the rug now, she bit down her bottom lip, tears still flowing out of her from the force of her orgasm mixed with everything else.

He filled her up with his release uttering the most delicious whimpers and moan before kissing her cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” Jungkook whispered, caressing her tear stain cheek.

Belle smiled quickly, nodding even though fresh tears still fell turning to face him properly. “I’m glad you didn’t sign it.” She giggled through her light sobs.

Jungkook chuckled leaning in and lay a soft kiss on her salty lips. “I’d never leave you, baby.”

“Promise?” She asked in a whisper.

“Promise.”

Another thread now knitted with the one they had been dangling on, making them that tiny bit stronger than they were yesterday.

[pens-swords-stuff]

hello! most of what i've seen on writeblr has been original content, and while it's definitely something i'll get into someday, right now my focus is on fanfiction, and i'm struggling to find a space in the community. do you have any tips on how to structure a wip post for fanfic writers and/or writeblr tips for fanfic writers in general?

Fanfiction exists in a weird place in the Writeblr community. It’s not because it doesn’t belong in the Writeblr community because I believe it definitely does — it’s because you will likely find a greater audience within the fandom side of tumblr rather than the writing side. This isn’t because Writeblr hates fanfiction or looks down upon it; in fact, I’ve seen a ton of love and support for fanfiction in the community. Many of us write fanfiction too! I have several fanfiction WIPs for different fandoms.

It all comes down to your audience. If you write Star Wars fanfiction and post about it in the Star Wars fandom, chances are people there will be more interested in reading it because they’re already huge fans of Star Wars. Everyone in the Star Wars fandom is engaging in it because they love it and are looking for more content! I would guess that most fanfiction writers post about their works within the fandom for this very reason.

On the other hand, if you post Star Wars fanfiction in the writeblr community, you don’t know how many people are Star Wars fans. You will definitely find people who like Star Wars and will want to read it! You will probably find some other people that don’t know much about Star Wars, but are willing to read your fanfiction regardless. But there is also a significant number of people in Writeblr that don’t know or care much about Star Wars, and will be less likely to read fanfiction about it.

Do you see what I mean?

Fanfiction absolutely has a place in Writeblr, and I will fight anyone who says that it doesn’t belong. However, it’s also a numbers thing. If you post your fanfiction in the fandom community, almost 100% of your audience in the fandom are people that are fans of the source material. If you post your fanfiction in the Writeblr community, only a fraction of people in the community are fans of whatever it is you’re writing fanfiction for.

Here’s some of the advice I have for fanfiction writers posting about it in Writeblr:

Engage in both the fandom and writeblr communities

Not every writeblr needs to be a ‘pure’ writeblr where you only post about writing. You could run a hybrid blog, where you post about both writing and fandom content. You could also have a fandom blog and a writeblr blog where you engage in them separately. Find friends both in the fandom community and the writeblr community!

This way, you can maximize your audience. You have some writing friends that you can talk about writing with, and you have some fandom friends that would love to read your fanfiction. Maybe some will overlap, maybe they won’t. But you get support from both communities rather than missing out on one or the other.

Find Writeblrs that are also fans

They are out there! I promise you, there are people who run writeblr blogs that are also fans of whatever it is you’re writing fanfiction for. You do however, have to find them. Chances are, they won’t come to you initially.

This can be as simple as asking around to see if anyone likes it! Find a fellow writeblr fan and you can make friends with them. You might also recommend it to some people and see if you can create new fans. If you have a hybrid blog and you post about the fandom, you might be able to introduce it to some writeblrs and make fans out of them!

Make your fanfiction accessible to people who aren’t fans

If you don’t want to cater your fanfiction to people who aren’t familiar with the source material, you don’t have to. 

But if you are wanting to pull in a large audience from the Writeblr community where not everyone is a fan, you will have a lot more luck if people who have never heard of your fandom can understand and enjoy your project.

What information do non-fans need to know to enjoy your fanfiction? How can you make that information easily digestible? Does it involve spoilers for if they ever want to give the source material a shot? Why should they read it if they don’t care about the source material? These are important questions that you need to be able to answer if you want to pull in some new people.

Part of this might involve adding some more description and information within the actual fanfiction. Original fiction feeds information to the reader to help them understand the world. You can do that for your fanfiction too! 

Another part of it is adding information into your WIP intro.

In your WIP intro, include all the information that intros for original projects do! Title, genres, synopsis are the main important points to hit generally.

Also consider including:

The Fandom: Be upfront about the fact that it’s a fanfiction, and what fandom it’s for.

The type of fanfiction: Is it an AU? Canon-compliant? Fix-it fic? Fluff? One shot? [Insert other fanfiction types here]? This information is important to helping potential readers understand how much information they might need to know. Also keep in mind: not everyone is part of fanfiction communities, so they may not know what common fanfiction terms and genres are.

Information they may need to understand the fanfiction: Do they need to know anything about the source material to enjoy it? If they don’t, say so! If they do, give them a rundown of what they need to know, or point them somewhere where they can get it.

Spoilers: Does it spoil anything? If it does, let them know what it spoils so they can make an informed decision about whether to read it or not.

Tropes, themes, and other points of interests: You are trying to entice people who don’t know the source material into reading your fanfiction. You need to give them a reason to! By talking about the tropes and themes that you’re writing about, it gives people an ‘in’. Maybe they won’t read a fanfiction of something they don’t know, but if they know that their favorite trope is a huge part of it, that might convince them to give it a shot.

Be realistic about your expectations

Not everyone is going to read your fanfiction and not everyone is a fan of the source material. That’s okay!

You will make some writeblr friends that love and support you, but they may not read your fanfiction because they’re not a fan of the source material. That is also okay.

There might be a narrower audience in Writeblr, but it’s absolutely possible to find an audience here! It might involve a lot of luck, persistence and patience, however.

Be kind and patient with yourself

Fanfiction writers absolutely belong in the Writeblr community. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t let yourself tell you otherwise either.

Things won’t always go your way, and you might get really frustrated and discouraged sometimes. That’s okay. Take care of yourself, give yourself the grace and love you need to work through it. Take breaks as needed, and don’t beat yourself up too hard! A lot of writeblr is based upon luck and dedication. You’ll find your audience someday.

As a final reminder: Fanfiction writers are real writers and belong in the writeblr community. It is not a lesser form of writing, it is simply a different form.

Remember, all writing advice is subjective! Don’t take this too seriously. This is just one person’s opinion.

If you’d like to ask me for advice on writing or running a writeblr, please check out my Ask Guidelines and FAQ first.

Ask Guidelines | FAQ | Advice Masterlist

[slashbitch2]

Extra Complications

never expected to be crushing on an animated character but here we are

Next Chapter

It was sneaky. Perhaps cheating by some standards. But from your perspective, it was a damn good plan.

Ironically you'd seen the advertisement for the Alchemax internship right after being flung into a wall by the very same woman who'd likely approved the broadcast. Olivia Octavius, or Doc Ock as you ought to refer to her in costume. Though she'd given you little time to read up on 'how to apply', as moments later a car was thrown in your direction, which was very inconsiderate of her, but was also all the persuasion you needed.

At this point, you'd be willing to do anything if it contributed to thwarting her, surely, very evil plan. Of course you admired the woman for her general genius and eccentricity, but the constant unprovoked conflict was becoming tiresome. It felt as if she were trying to determine how much of a threat you posed, whereas, you liked to think your legacy as 'that Spider-Person who sometimes saves the day' was all the evidence necessary.

Honestly, you weren't certain as to what exactly her, no doubt, villainous plan entailed besides patrolling the streets in green swimming goggles and black spandex with ridiculous plastic tubes jutting out of her back. In fact, it was ridiculous that no one had made any attempt to stop her yet. Unlike your identity, kept secret by a more modest spandex suit, hers was public knowledge.

Sometimes, it seemed as though you were the enemy here.

Which is precisely why infiltrating her team of scientists was more than appropriate. You were about to single handily take down an international threat, one hidden in plain sight, but left untouched due to the company's vast money, leverage and prestige.

Someday the city would thank you for your many sacrifices. Specifically for voluntarily working another job without pay. Y/N Y/L/N, broke intern by day, friendly neighbourhood Spider-Person by night.

"Excuse me?" A voice called from the left, your vision of them obstructed by an inconveniently placed potted plant. "Are you the new intern?" The person stepped closer, briefly glancing up at you, then back down at a sheet of paper. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The woman's timid appearance hardly screamed villainous scientist, but then again, looks can be deceiving.

"Yes, that's me." You stood, reaching out to shake her hand.

She sighed in relief, shaking your hand a tad too enthusiastically. "Lovely to meet you. I'm Marie and I'll be getting you settled in for the first few days."

A spark of disappointment flashed across your mind. Olivia hadn't been there for your interview, nor had any sway in your hiring, and now she wasn't even the person greeting you on your first day. Although you had no right to be, you felt rather offended by the lack of challenge she was providing. It was almost too easy.

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To be fair, Marie was the perfect candidate to give you a tour of the facility. She was kind and patient, but not condescending. She seldom spoke beyond what was required of her, unless you asked something work related, when her lengthy response would affirm her status as an epicure of scientific knowledge. By midday, you'd decided she was someone to befriend, and subsequently accepted her invitation to have lunch together.

You were also hoping that the team would eat lunch as a group, but alas, more disappointment. Instead, you spent the break sitting in an awkward silence with Marie, who seemed to loose basic communication skills when presented with food. In spite of her lack of engagement, you still took the opportunity to try and ascertain information about the project you'd be working on, though each time she expertly diverted the interrogation, or ignored your question entirely.

Who knew working for an evil, secretive corporation would be so boring?

It was a test of patience to be sitting in the same building as Olivia Octavius, while forced to shadow an incredibly kind, but slow eating woman. Realistically, you knew there'd be plenty of time to investigate, though you were reluctant to end the day without any progress. So, while Marie was still distracted by her lunch, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

She dismissively approved with a wave of her hand, allowing you to slip away from the dining hall. You vaguely remembered the location of Olivia's office as being on the top floor, indicated by Marie's imprecise pointing. She'd explained that very few had clearance to get in, but you'd already thought of a way to get passed the security.

Who aside from the highest ranking scientists had access to every room? Janitors, of course. Because, for some reason, cleanliness was more important than security.

It didn't take long to locate a cleaner, or much effort to pickpocket the security card. To be on the safe side, you even had an excuse ready: that the man had dropped it, that you were simply looking for him to return it. And if Olivia caught you in her office, well, she wouldn't (Spider-Senses and all). Again, it was almost too easy.

There was a minatory silence as you walked along the final corridor toward her office. Part of you felt as though this was some kind of elaborate trap, the repeated phrase 'too easy' coming to mind as you reached the door. Though the logical part of you must've known this was a fatuous suggestion, and took control.

With a final pause to confirm nobody was approaching, or was already waiting inside, you scanned the key card. The action was rewarded with a satisfactory beep, followed by the door sliding open so fast it appeared to have vanished.

The office was smaller than you anticipated. Or maybe it was the bareness of the room that caught you off guard. The woman was insane, yet her work area hardly reflected her deranged mental state. Everything was so perfectly neat that you began to wonder if you'd actually walked onto a movie set, or a photoshoot, which would've explained the strange ring lights hanging from the ceiling.

Upon reaching the centre of the room, you were struck by the realisation that you truthfully had no reason to be here. Even if the office had been as messy as you'd expected, it was unlikely that she'd leave her super evil plans lying around. Rather, It'd been some morbid curiosity that had lured you here. To see where The Doc Ock worked, where the alter ego was likely created. The reality was underwhelming to say the least.

Deciding that you'd spent enough time admiring an incredibly bland office, you exited back out into the empty corridor, nonchalantly throwing the security card behind you, certain someone would eventually return it. Then, as if right on cue, you sensed somebody approaching, soon followed by footsteps resonating from around the corner. With no way of avoiding them, you kept your head down with the intention of blending in.

Olivia Octavius rounded the corner, not sparing a glance up. She was frowning at a piece of paper, her full attention directed to it, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Instinctively, your entire body tensed at the sight of her lithe frame and mass of hair spilling out of its messy bun. Any other circumstance and you'd have fled by now, through a vent, out of the window, it didn't matter. Though you had to remind yourself that there was no reason to be afraid now. There was no possible way she could know your identity.

Nonetheless, as you passed her with less than a metre of space, you held your breath. She said nothing and you both kept walking in opposite directions.

It seemed the coast was clear. You released the breath you'd been holding and kept moving until. "Hey, wait a minute."

You froze, aching to ignore her and escape. Her voice was deep, more so than you were prepared for. While fighting, few words were exchanged, and even then they were unintelligible. Although, now was the worst time to be thinking about previous interactions, so with much difficulty, you cleared your mind. As far as anyone knew, including yourself, you were just the intern.

You ran a hand through your hair nervously, straightening out your lab coat and turning to face her. She was stood at the far end of the long white corridor, entirely unthreatening when compared to Doc Ock, who would've loomed over you menacingly.

Remembering the role you were meant to be playing, you choked out a response. "How can I be of assistance?"

"You're the new intern, right?"

"Yeah." You considered approaching to shake her hand, but the idea of awkwardly marching the length of the corridor to greet her was rather unappealing. "That's me." You settled for a polite smile and shoulder shrug instead.

She screwed up her face in consideration before crooking a finger. "Come with me."

Swallowing any concern, you nodded hesitantly. The prospect of returning to the office you'd broken into only moments ago had you dragging your feet.

She waited patiently until you were by her side to continue. "Don't worry." She scanned her key card. "I don't bite." Her tone was playful, her eyes kindly mocking.

"Good to know." You muttered, following her inside. You took a second to look around the room with mock curiosity, feeling her eyes trace your every move. Like a predator, eyeing up its prey, determining your weaknesses. Unlike the encounters with Doc Ock, it was uncertain who had the high ground here. Her gaze was putting you on edge, not dissimilar to how your character of 'the intern' would react.

"So..." She shuffled some papers around on the desk, finding what looked to be your application. "Ms. Y/L/N right?"

You confirmed with a nod, summoning the resolve to amble toward her desk.

"Take a seat." She gestured to the chair opposite, letting you sit before proceeding. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N."

You started to think of an adequate answer, but she interrupted a second later, contradicting her initial inquiry. "Are you okay with me calling you Y/N?" She leant her head on a closed fist, narrowing her eyes.

Although the question sounded considerate, you didn't feel the implied sincerity. Even if you wanted to say no, that didn't feel like a suitable response. "Sure."

Somehow, it felt like she was establishing dominance through the polite act, and combined with being under her scrutinising glare, the performance was working.

"Great." Suddenly, she leant back in her chair, all evidence of the hostile act disappearing instantaneously.

"What'd you want to know?" Mirroring her relaxed posture, you attempted to re-establish some control.

"Oh, anything." A flicker of something passed in her eyes, piqued interest possibly?

You began routinely rattling off some basic facts about yourself, nothing too specific or personal. Facts that would answer any follow up questions she might have, and yet said nothing about you. Surprisingly, she seemed hooked on your every word. The thought crossed your mind that this might be the real interview, that everything else up to this point had been a sham. But you settled on a more unsettling justification. That she was committing everything you said to memory.

Coming to the end of the informative monologue, you decided to take a risk. "Do I get to ask a question?" You raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Inquisitive. I like that." She stated, folding her arms on the desk. "Go ahead."

You decided to see how far you could push your luck. "Tell me about yourself." You smugly repeated her vague first query. It was the Doctor's turn to come up with an answer to the ambiguous demand.

She scoffed, realising your plan to make her struggle. "Touché. But I'm rather busy, so how about you pick a more specific question."

Narrowing it down, there was only one thing you wanted to ask. "Can I see the-" You waved your arms around, imitating tentacles. "the suit?"

She chuckled, slowly standing. Judging from her lack of surprise, this was likely a request she'd heard many times.

First, she removed her glasses. Then slipped out of her lab coat. Next to go was the shirt, which she pulled over her head while maintaining eye contact. You wanted to look away, out of respect, yet you didn't. Without the shirt, you noticed she was already wearing the suit underneath and had the harness strapped to her back, confirming your suspicion that she always had access to the weapon. As she was stepping out of her trousers, the arms (tentacles?) inflated, and within moments were threateningly extending to their full potential.

She smiled proudly, enjoying your stunned expression. "As good as you expected?"

"Better." Unable to resist any longer, you stood to investigate the suit in further detail. You'd never seen it stationary, or had the opportunity to try and gauge the details of how it worked. Although you argued this would be beneficial for your next fight, in reality you just wanted to admire the contraption. You circled round, marvelling at the simplicity of the design. It was convenient, yet elegant. "It's beautiful."

Coming to a stop in front of Olivia, she had an unreadable expression. A mix of emotions, most prominently confusion. To your delight, a faint blush coloured her cheeks. Whatever unspoken game you'd been playing, you were winning, or were until she said. "How'd you like to intern for me?"

You quickly recovered. "I already do."

"No." She sighed. "I mean personally. As my assistant? You'd get your own desk, an almost guaranteed job at the end of it and so much more experience than you'd bargained for." She leant forward, a little too close for comfort. There was an unhinged look in her eyes more reminiscent of Doc Ock that both convinced and deterred you. "So what'd you say?"

She genuinely wanted you to work with her.

This hadn't been part of the plan. You'd expected to spend no longer than a few months working at Alchemax. To uncover their evil scheme, figure out how to stop it and hopefully take down the company. An optimistic plan, sure, but one you'd been assured you'd stick to. Although, the opportunity to work closely with Olivia Octavian, with the Doc Ock, was too good to pass on. Not to mention, infinitely more interesting.

You grinned, embracing the insanity that your answer would incur. "I'd love to."

She clapped her hands together. "Great!" Then offered her hand for you to shake formally. "I'll sort out the paperwork and details this evening, but right now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

She left before you had the chance to say anything else, still in her suit, which left you confused for the following half hour. You finally understood upon catching a glimpse of a news alert on your phone.

Doc Ock Seizes Bank, Has Taken Hostages!

You sighed. Today was going to be a long day, and things were only going to get more complicated.

[kyberphilosopher]

Dᴏꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴏ Dɪꜱᴄɪᴍᴜꜱ

The reader tries to paint the Colossal Titan from memory, and Bertholdt seems to know more than most people. 

Requested: no.

Word Count: 2092

Docendo Discimus is a Latin proverb meaning "by teaching, we learn." It is perhaps derived from Seneca the Younger, who says in his Letters to Lucilius: Homines dum docent discunt., meaning "Men learn when they teach”.

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The human body is home to somewhere between six hundred and eight hundred muscles. There are two hundred and six bones, seventy-eight organs, one hundred thousand miles of veins, and roughly ten pints of blood. Every individual cell has a purpose, important and needed for the body to continue to function. 

Assuming the anatomy of a titan was the same to that of the average person’s, the Colossal Titan should be easier to render than this. You’d sketched the face of muscle and teeth over a hundred times by this point, and each one of them seemed to draw further away from realism than you liked. 

Sure, it was arguable that the Colossal just didn’t have the same anatomy in his face as the average human. But then there should’ve been more factors in his face that shouldn’t have worked. 

For example, the monster didn’t possess a muscle called the orbicularis. You could remember that specifically from the time you and your fellow cadets had gotten a bit too close for comfort. But based on the lack of orbicularis, he shouldn’t have been able to blink. And yet, he had. There was also a strange muscle in his temporal region with horizontal fibers, that couldn’t have simply been his temporal. It doesn't seem to have any particular function, either. 

God damn it. It’s appearance should’ve been the one thing about this bastard to make sense, but instead it had confused you just as much as the rest of it. Never mind how smart you were. If you couldn’t solve this simple turned complex mystery, why hold out hope for studying anatomy when the world would return to normalcy?

In your frustration, you slam the paintbrush back into your cup of water. A stain of red clouds erupts in the liquid at once, angry from how direct the solid hits the surface. In front of you, the canvas shines with the new layer of red paint. Beside it is a coat of salmon, also fresh and lined with the titan’s muscles. 

“So stupid,” you hiss, half to yourself. You grab your cadet corps jacket, shrugging it on swiftly before crossing your arms and stepping back. 

It was supposed to be a gift for Eren. He knew you were something of a painter and had once jokingly asked you to make a dart board for him. The moment you conceived this idea, you knew it had to be a stroke of genius. But you wanted to get it right, and for that, the artist and realist inside of you seemed to be punished for it.

Was it something with the eyes? No, it was definitely the anatomy of the titan overall. “For fucks sake,” you wave off finally, turning on your heel to walk away for a while. But when you turn around, you’re face to chest with one so broad you nearly stumble back. 

The figure tenses up immediately. You tilt your head up to see who it is, recognizing the nervous, kaleidoscope eyes of your comrade. Bertholdt, you’re sure his name is. You haven’t talked too many times, but you’ve seen him in your circle of friends. There’s a memory in your brain of asking your bunkmate, Annie, about why Bertholdt would hang around someone so upstanding and obnoxious as Reiner, but you can’t recall her specific answer. 

“O-oh, Y/N!” Bertholdt nearly wheezes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stand so close.”

“It’s fine,” you mutter, rubbing the side of your head as you step away. “What are you doing here?”

Yes, what was he doing here? A little closeted off room by the girl barracks? And aside from that, how does someone as tall as he even sneak his way inside? It’s suspicious, to say the least. 

“I was just-” Bertholdt stares down at you, sweat already beginning to form on his face. Oh, goddess. How is he to get out of this one? If Reiner was with him, he could just lie his way out of it. But now, looking down at your apathetic, borderline tired, frustrated face, he knows he’s never had much luck with girls. Especially not pretty girls like you. 

His gaze shifts to behind you. There, on a perfectly square parchment of thick paper, is a rough sketch of a long face without any skin. It seems to be all muscle, labeled and detailed. Half the sheet is colored in with pinks, browns, and scarlets, with the other half marked with insane little scribbled patterns that remind him of words. 

You’re still waiting for an answer. He sees your steady, patient eyes and your balled fists by your hips, and Bertholdt wonders if you already know. “I saw you bring in those cans of paint, and I guess I got curious.”

“Oh,” you reply flatly. “Yeah. That.”

“It’s um...” Compliment her. Compliment her painting. “It’s a nice painting. What’s it supposed to be of?”

“The Colossal Titan,” you tell him as you rub the back of your neck. Then you turn on your side so you can view your art, immediately narrowing your eyes in disgust at it. “It’s not my best.”

Bertholdt’s words come out a bit louder than he intended. “Actually, I think it’s really, really great, Y/N!”

You turn back to meet Bertholdt’s nervous, almost quivering eyes. You certainly wouldn’t call yourself an expert on the male gender, but this tall bastard was exactly the stereotype of someone who wasn’t an expert on the female gender. It was almost funny. No, it was almost ironic. 

“I just mean that... it’s really good. It’s easy to see that you have heaps of talent,” the brunette reiterates, seemingly calmer this time.

What a nice thing to say to someone. 

“That’s not really my point though,” you borderline sigh. “The point is that no matter what I seem to do to him, it doesn’t seem realistic does it?”

“What do you mean by that?” Bertholdt questions, his eyebrows furrowing. That’s right, he wouldn’t be able to squint without his orbicularis. Something your art model was currently lacking. 

Do you even bother to explain it to him? It’s not like either of you are close, or like he’d exactly understand what you were saying to him anyway. But where was the harm, really?

You walk back towards the parchment, with Bertholdt just a few steps behind. 

“See this area?” you ask, gesturing to the Colossal Titan’s eye area. “There's a muscle here that’s supposed to let people close their eyes. But the colossal titan doesn’t have that.”

“W-why is that?”

You shrug. “Damned if I know. But doesn’t it look wrong on him?”

Bertholdt observes the painting. He sees all the details, all the time you’ve put into it. While you are right about the image and the titan’s strange features, it’s now that Bertholdt realizes just how intelligent you really are. Unlike other people, you actually knew things. If he were an enemy, he might be starting to feel threatened right about now. Ironic indeed. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” the boy says shyly. “Why does it have to be perfect, though?”

Good question. 

“No real reason,” you tell him, trying to hide the hint of smile. “I guess it’s just how it is. Eren is the one who asked for this.”

“O-oh... you mean like a...”

Your eyes flit back to Bertholdt. “Like a what?”

Bertholdt can feel the sullen wave of anxiety wash over him. He hadn’t meant to let the stray thoughts fall from his lips, but now he can’t take it back. Now what does he say? “I just mean, is it a gift or something like that?”

“Sure.”

Were you and Eren...?

“I might be able to help you with it,” Bertholdt stutters, again, louder than he’d intended. He’s lucky at least one of you is level headed during this interaction. 

“How so? Do you paint?” 

“No, but I think I might know some things about the Colossal that you don’t,” Bertholdt offers. His right arm reaches behind to rub at his sweaty neck. In that instant, you can see that the boy has an almost identical structure to that of your subject. You’d have to note that the tall boy would make a brilliant model for something like this.

“Like what?” you question. “Could you give me some feedback on my piece then?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. You were going to find out. 

Bertholdt pretends to be in deep thought for a minute, knitting his dark eyebrows together. His green, blue eyes sweep over the picture, watching the slick settle. “Well, you’re right about the muscle around the eye. I’d take that out, but maybe place the shadow of it?”

“The shadow?”

“The outline. And maybe make his eyes more glossy than this. Titan’s have a second set of eyelids.”

You don’t have time to question him further. Bertholdt continues the onslaught of information. 

“I think you should also make some of these areas here a bit lighter,” he says, pointing to the side of the Colossal’s face. “From the steam and the high body temperature, it would get a bit smoky.”

“Yeah,” you begin slowly, watching the shine in Bertholdt’s previously nervous eyes. “I hadn’t considered that.”

The lanky male in front of you lets his lips curl into a sheepish smile, closing his eyes as his fingers thread themselves between his hair. “I doubt most people do, so you’re not really in the wrong.”

“How do you know so much?” you ask. “You’ve been quiet with everyone up until now. Do the higher ups even know all this?”

“I mean, they’d have to right? I guess I just took a lot of notes in class.”

You hadn’t remembered your professor mentioning most of these things during your Titan Studies period. But maybe it wasn’t really worth questioning him over. Maybe Bertholdt was just more observant than you had ever really considered. It wouldn’t have been the first time. 

Your eyes are fixated on him. Bertholdt was kind of cute, actually. His eyes are both big and slim, with pale green orbs. His skin was always a bit illuminated with a nervous sweat, and he was incredibly mild mannered. But maybe that was actually a good thing compared to all the boys in camp who seemed to lack any conception of manners. Pouty, chapped lips, a gentle smile, messy dark hair. He seems like someone reliable. Kind. Trustworthy.

“Yeah,” you say again, breaking eye contact. “So, are there any other suggestions you have for me?”

Bertholdt is still for a moment, thinking it over. “No, other than don’t think so hard about it, probably.”

“You two sort of have a similar face,” you say, staring at the muscled beast you’d attempted to replicate. “Maybe you should pose for me sometime.”

Bertholdt tenses. 

“I’m only joking,” you assure. Bertholdt’s broad shoulders fall as he relaxes, and a soft exhale leaves from between his lips. “But I would like it if you’d let me model after you.”

“Me?” Bertholdt stutters, shocked. “You mean you’d want to really paint me?”

“‘Course,” you say, nonchalant as always. “You’ve got one of those faces.”

Bertholdt smiles naturally. Soft, but noticeable. You return it after a few seconds, feeling your previous frustration and anger at the piece begin to wander away. 

“I should get back to work,” you say as you turn around. Bertholdt watches you unclip the parchment from your sturdy easel, place it on the stone floor, and grab another paper from a pile. 

“Y-you’re starting again?”

“Of course,” you say. Your dominant hand laces around a piece of charcoal, preparing to drag it across the page. In one swift and scratchy motion, an onyx line appears at the top of the paper. 

Bertholdt’s cheeks dust pink from behind you. He’s about to offer if you want him to pose for you so you can memorize what’s underneath his shy skin, but he stays quiet. Instead, Bertholdt is happy that he even got to speak to you in the first place. He wanders out of the room with butterflies in his stomach, and guilt in his heart. 

And you, with your eyes narrow, basing the monster that ruined your life off the boy who had just helped you. 

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I didn’t proof read this. I feel like I’ve just been cranking stuff out lately. someone remind me to go back and edit thank you

[mikalara-dracula]

The s brothers with a y/n that may or may not have developed a god complex from being a mother

(For further explanation , if they yell or harm their child in anyway, their y/n will happily threaten their life’s or even knock them out)

Thank you for you’re time.

If their s/o has an outburst against them regarding their children.

ft. The Sakamaki Brothers

Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I figured I’d talk about this in realistic terms of the characters. I’ve termed the words, ‘threaten’/‘knock them out’, as ‘outburst’ since their s/o is obviously angry with them in this sense. I honestly hope I interpreted your question correctly. If not, please feel free to message me so we can talk about it and make it right. :) Feel free to request again anytime. :))

Warning!! Do not read under the cut if you’re uncomfortable with toxic/abusive relationships.

Shu:

Considering his personality, he’s not really the type to either yell or harm his child/children.

Whether he loves you or not, his child/children are a different story and he wouldn’t set vigorous expectations like his mom did on him.

If you don’t have a relationship with him--that is, if he doesn’t love you, expect that parenting with him would be a lot more responsibility on you than it would be on him.

He wouldn’t really care how you mother your child/children in all honesty. Just as long as they’re safe is what matters to him and he really leaves it up to you to discipline them.

He’d probably never argue with his children due to him being laid-back and carefree.

If you had an outburst here, it would be due to not agreeing with him about something regarding your children if you think he’s on the wrong side of things.

He would be quite shocked to see such a reaction from you, but would just sink into doing nothing like usual and would just go along with it.

If he does love you, he’ll involve himself a lot more and show his parenting side. In fact, he would want to make every decision with you.

If an outburst occurs in this type of relationship with him, it would most likely be just like above where you both don’t see eye to eye on something regarding parenting.

You two would argue and probably wouldn’t talk for a while. He’d distance himself to give you space as well.

He knows you just want the best for your child/children, and would end up talking to you sooner than later to work things out because he loves and misses having you in his arms.

Reiji:

Reiji in general really isn’t the type to just let you mother your child/children however you want.

He’s a strict and orderly person and expects nothing but perfect parenting for his child/children.

However, this solely depends on your relationship with him.

If you both don’t love each other, parenting with him is all about control.

Don’t expect that you’d win in an argument over an important decision that regarded your children.

In the end, he’d always be the one to make the decision; in fact, your opinion would mean nothing to him. His word is basically absolute since he thinks he knows best.

Reiji is the type to instill discipline in his children since he wants them to be very prim and proper, and would possibly discipline them physically if they misbehaved or caused trouble.

If you had an outburst towards him here, he’d simply just chuckle and brush it off, finding your word to be inferior to his, and might even slap you if you really push it, telling you it isn’t lady-like to respond in such a way/tone.

He’d also want his children to excel in every subject and be ‘perfect’ in all areas; he would push them over the limit to succeed and give him a good image since he takes a lot of pride in his family name.

If you both had more than one child, Reiji would probably have a favorite out of the bunch as well.

Like mother, like son.

If he does love you though, things are quite different.

Reiji would still want his children to be educated and beyond disciplined for sure, but with you by his side, he ends up making rational decisions that would avoid having his child/children resent him later on.

Will discipline his children, such as ground them or put them in time out if they’re very young--but will not discipline physically because they remind him of you.

Even Reiji may seem harsh on the outside, it would absolutely break his heart if he hurt someone he cared about.

Aww Rei :’).

Although, if he does get a little out of line with disciplining your child/children--that is, if he makes them cry or takes things too far in the range of discipline, you won’t be one to stand for it.

If an outburst happens here, Reiji will tell you to calm down and that you’re being dramatic. He loves you, yes, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t straightforward with what he thinks.

Like his brother Shu, he would give you space after the argument, and due to this pride, he would still think that what he did was right, but at the same time, he regrets it because it caused the bond between you two to tear.

Reiji would find a way to get you back tho.

Either with flowers and having a classy dinner that allows you both to get away from distractions.

Laito:

Laito would be a very carefree parent that would love his children to the ends of the earth.

He’d let them do pretty much anything and would want to know what’s going on in their lives to make sure they’re happy and safe.

Due to what happened to him as a child, he’d always be constantly concerned about their safety and who they interact with. Even though he’s carefree, he still has his limits. Influence especially is something that matters to him when it comes to being subjected to his child/children.

Although, things vary on whether or not he loves you.

If he doesn’t love you, he’ll try to push you away from your child/children and have them kids favor him over you just to show you who has the upper hand.

He would never physically harm or yell at his kids. The worst thing it could come down to is him becoming a tab bit strict which is where his worry and possessiveness kick in.

With you not being able to stand for this, you’d start getting angry with him because he’d be taking things too far, leading you to have an outburst.

At first, he’d just tell you not to get hasty, but with it continuing, his eyes would narrow and he’d slam you into a wall, grabbing you by your throat. He’d then tell you that whatever concerns his kids is something he’ll handle, not you, just cuz he’s obsessive like that.

If you dared to bring up his past or mother and use it as a counter during your outburst, he wouldn’t hesitate to choke you.

As it was stated before, he wants to be the preferred parent, mostly because he feels that he’s the only one that can truly protect his child/children.

He considers you to be a threat to his child/children’s happiness and life, and will attempt to brainwash his kid/kids into hating you just so he doesn’t have to worry about his child/children getting influenced by someone else.

In other words, he thinks he’s the only one who can raise his child/children ‘correctly’.

If he loves you, things are not the same as above.

However, him being carefree does remain the same along with him not physically hurting or yelling at his child/children, and only making his children upset when he becomes too strict because of his worries.

Because you both love each other, you’re there for him whenever thoughts of his past cross his mind.

You have to remind him constantly that your child/children will be safe and that nothing is going to hurt them. He sometimes contradicts you, but you can understand where he’s coming from since nothing is guaranteed.

If an outburst were to occur on him being a little too strict on his children and being a bit unreasonable about whatever it is, there would be a lot of brash comebacks between you two and he would end up walking out because he thinks you both need space.

Later on the same day, he would try to talk to you because he doesn’t want things to stay this way between you two.

You’d both end up apologizing and would spend the rest of the night talking about how to you look forward to raising your child/children.

Kanato:

Well, parenting with him can be quite sweet or chaotic, and this really depends on what relationship you have with him.

If he doesn’t love you, it’s very difficult to come to an agreement on things when it comes to your children.

He’s pretty psychotic, so he may agree with something now, and then feel totally different about it later.

Your arguments with him would seem never-ending, and Kanato won’t hesitate to revert to violence if you keep pushing his buttons.

Don’t take his child/children away from him--that is, not allowing them to see him--he won’t tolerate it by any means, and will revert to desperate measures if he doesn’t get what he wants. After all, he acts like a child himself.

Because there isn’t a great relationship between you two, he won’t physically harm or yell at his child/children, in fact, he finds them to be annoying considering he didn’t have them out of love.

Will blame their temper tantrums on you even tho you have nothing to do with it.

Yes, he’s that delusional.

He’ll always tell you to take them out of the room when they’re throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to hear them.

“They can be in presence again once they’ve calmed down.”

If you do have an outburst regarding something that happened between him and the kids, he’ll tell you you’re at fault for raising your voice when that’s beside the point of making your child/children sad.

If you push him enough, he’ll even get physical and reach for your throat to get you to surrender your rebellious tongue.

If Kanato does love you tho, he’s a lot more rational about things.

Even tho he tends to get out of hand sometimes, he finds himself to be level-headed when he’s around you.

He wouldn’t care too much about his child/children studying, he’d be more focused on their mental health since he’d never want them to grow up alone the way he did.

He isn’t the type to physically harm his children, but will occasionally raise his tone which will cause them to cry.

When were to you snap at him and have an outburst regarding the matter, he’d easily start yelling back, but won’t physically harm you by any means.

You’ll have to be the one to reach out to him after the fight is over because he doesn’t forgive or take his part of the blame easily.

Ayato:

Like his brothers, parenting is different depending on the fact of whether he loves you or not.

If he doesn’t, Ayato is a combination of close and distant with his child/children--meaning, he’ll only hang out with his child/children when he feels like it or if it benefits him.

He kind of neglects them in some way, and like Kanato, this is possibly because he didn’t have his children out of love.

If you ended up having more than one child and the oldest was a boy, he’d value them more because they were the firstborn and hold a sense of pride for him, and if they look like him, it’s a plus in his book.

He wouldn’t push his kids to be better than anyone though because he doesn’t want to put them through the torture his mom did with him.

He wouldn’t physically harm his child/children, and wouldn’t yell at them surprisingly. In fact, he’d always act nice to you when you’re both around them to keep up a facade for them.

However, if an outburst did occur from you, it would probably be because of him not taking parenting seriously and that he only give your child/children attention when it suits him.

He won’t tolerate your outburst one bit and might hit or throw you to the ground to remind you that you’re inferior.

He’ll even go as far as slamming you against the wall and biting you to make you quiet.

With you arguing against him that way, he would try to turn your child/children against you, either by telling them lies to make them resent you.

If he loves you, he’s quite different.

He’ll spend a lot of time with his kids and put a lot of effort into parenting.

Like above, he wouldn’t physically harm or yell at his children, but if an outburst did occur, it would be because you see a different side of things than him regarding your children.

You’d both end up yelling at each other, but you’d both make up fairly quickly considering Ayato is all about being mad in the moment and then moving on when he’d cooled off.

You hate how he manages to make you let the let little spat go almost every time, but because you love him, the last thing you want to do is hold a grudge against him.

Subaru:

Subaru isn’t one to hurt his child/children whether he loves you or not.

He had an abusive childhood and would never want his child/children to go through the same thing.

If he doesn’t love you, he’ll try his best to parent, but he would distance himself most of the time because he feels like a total mess that wasn’t meant to be a father.

In fact, he feels that because he’s the father of his children, he’s ‘contaminated’ them in some way just because he’s their father.

Unlike his brothers who wouldn’t give a shit about the mother of their children, he grows to have respect for you considering you brought his child/children into the world.

He’s very protective of his child/children, and might come off as harsh if he’s trying to protect or advise them--that is, yelling at them or slightly raising his voice if telling them to safe and not letting others take advantage of them, but this doesn’t happen often.

However, when it does, you’re not one to let it slide. Your outburst would be something he wouldn’t expect and because he’s developed a mutual respect for you, he would just yell back at you. At some point when the fight would end, he would just mutter ‘tch’ and walk away.

Even if he doesn’t love you, he still considers his child/children to be the most precious thing in the world.

Although, if Subaru does love you, things are a lot different here.

He’ll put his everything into being a parent, but is a little scared at the same time of being a horrible father like his own.

He’d want to grow a bond with his child/children.

Sometimes, he gets a little insecure about being a parent, but you’re always there to encourage and pull him out of the dark. It’s something he admires and appreciates about you since you’re the sunshine in his life.

As mentioned before, he’s not the type to physically harm, but only raise his voice or yell at his children (this is very rare tho).

Your outburst and his reaction would basically be the same as above, however, regret would settle in the pit of his stomach after the fight would be over.

He feels awful afterwards. In fact, he feels like a monster that made his children cry along with having an argument with you.

He’d be the one to reach out to you, saying he was sorry and would even take all of the blame saying that it was all his fault.

With you not wanting him to blame himself for your outburst, you’d tell him it wasn’t all of his fault and that you were to blame as well.

You two would end up hugging and maybe shedding a few tears because of the moment being so overwhelming.

Oh, my heart.