#like tHEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE VERY MUCH HELPS IN SOME SCENES and it was interesting to see

[bisexualcherdegre]

Detroit: Become Human AU | Josh x Simon

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I've seen a lot of people comparing Huskerdust to a healthy version of Stolitz and it's kinda got me thinking... Staticmoth as the evil fucked up version of Fizzmodeus.

THINK ABOUT IT!!!!! The parallels between Val and Ozzie are obvious. Like that man wants to be Ozzie so bad it's insane, from the way he dresses to the way he decorates to straight up OWNING A ROBO FIZZ, Val clearly wishes he was the embodiment of Lust. But are there parallels between Vox and Fizz? Actually, surprisingly yeah. They're both showmen, like aggressively so. They're very public figures, with their face all over every product in Hell(albeit Vox is doing it a lot more purposefully then Fizz). Fizz's antagonism towards Blitzø is actually pretty reminiscent of Vox's towards Alastor(except Fizz and Blitzø have a lot more baggage lmao), and they even share some aesthetic similarities! Specifically the colors of Fizz's robotic limbs matching Vox's overall color scheme. Which speaking of robots, that's probably their biggest similarity overall: they're both partially made of technology. I hesitate to say cyborg because Idk how much that applies to Vox, since object heads aren't typically classified as cyborgs as far as I know, and we don't actually know how much of Vox is organic(also cyborg is just one of those words I have an inexplicable dislike of Idk-), but like. Think cyborg I guess. Like Vox is a LOT more of a dick and probably doesn't have a very tragic backstory? Maybe? Unclear. But the similarities are undeniable.

Okay, now that individual parallels are out of the way, how could their relationship to eachother parallel Fizzmodeus? Starting with baseline aesthetics: they got the height difference. It's not as dramatic as Fizz and Ozzie's but TO BE FAIR, Huskerdust are the same way(their height difference is obvious, but not as massive as Blitzø and Stolas'). Staticmoth is also very buisness-partners-with-benefits and some hints at deeper feelings, which is how we were introduced to Fizzmodeus. I don't think Val and Vox feel the need to hide their romantic feelings? But tbh it could go either way we haven't seen much of their dynamic yet. That's kinda where the similarities I could spot find because see previous sentence, so let's move onto the differences!

I think a good way to breakdown what makes Staticmoth toxic Fizzmodeus is actually by bringing Alastor and Blitzø back in to compare and contrast how Val handles Vox's rivalry with how Ozzie handles Fizz's. In Radio Killed the Video Star, the only reason Val tells Vox that Alastor is at the hotel is to piss him off. He clearly enjoys Vox's reaction, and keeps egging him on. Teasing him about it. Which like, friendly teasing between partners is well and good, but Val is clearly just doing it cause he wants to see a fight and doesn't care about how distressed Vox is about this. Vox goes off on his own and sings a fuckin banger, gets publically humiliated, causes a massive blackout. Val doesn't really do shit to help him out, just kinda sits there and. Idk watches? Unclear what the other Vees are actually doing because most of Stayed Gone takes place in funny TV land where Vox is capable of bending reality to his whim for the sake of visual interest. But what Val is actively doing during the musical number isn't important so who cares. What's important is that he egged Vox on, convinced him that confronting Alastor right then was a good idea, and then just sat back as Vox got so pissed off he had a meltdown. Which I SWEAR I'm not trying to dramatize this scene it just sounds really fucking bad when you write it all down from this perspective. I think it's also worth noting that all of this is DIRECTLY AFTER Vox did the exact opposite for Val, calming him down so he doesn't make a fool of himself in public.

Meanwhile compare that to how Ozzie handles Fizz and Blitzø's relationship. During House of Asmodeus, once Fizz realizes Blitzø is there, he starts publically roasting him about how shitty his love life is. Ozzie encourages him, and even gives him a little congratualtions in the background when Verosika joins in for changing the subject, but the difference here is that House of Asmodeus takes place in a much more controlled environment, so it's less likely either of them will have to face consequences for being assholes. There's also how Ozzie's encouragement is just a lot more genuine. Like "yeah babe, go insult that guy who traumatized and abandoned you whoo!" rather then "hey hey look there's that guy you hate. You should go fight with him lmao show him who's boss." Then there's the ending. At the end of both Stayed Gone and House of Asmodeus, Vox and Fizz eat shit and die. Don't worry they're both fine like immediately after, but while in House of Asmodeus Ozzie immediately rushes over to Fizz to make sure okay, we uh. Do not see Vox interact with anybody but Alastor in the direct aftermath of his eating shit and dying, which is fair because he's in his weird little gamer cave. Then we skip straight to the Vees having a meeting to decide what they're gonna do about Alastor, and we don't really know what any of them were doing in the interim between the end of Stayed Gone and the meeting, so uh this part of the comparison kinda falls flat. But again something worth noting is that Val just straight up. Does not care about Alastor during the meeting scene. He's sitting there bedazzling his fucking gun BY HAND with school glue and rhinestones, not even paying attention to the meeting, despite being the one to get Vox all riled up about Alastor IN THE FIRST PLACE.

In short: Val encourages Vox to fight Alastor without thinking it through, doesn't bother to help out during the actual fight, and then immediately stops caring the moment the fights over. Meanwhile Ozzie, while encouraging Fizz to pick on Blitzø, backs him up the whole time, and while still supportive of his boyfriend, doesn't actively encourage Fizz to do things that would get him hurt. Ozzie also supports Fizz by refusing to let Blitzø have an Asmodean crystal because he knows Fizz wouldn't like it! Which is the exact opposite of pissing your partner off on purpose so you can watch a fight!!! And if that isn't enough evidence for you, then uh. I guess you could compare how Val treats... just everybody around him, really, with how Ozzie does(but that's more individual character analysis than relationship analysis). Or you could talk about how fed up with Val's shit Vox clearly is in comparison to the mutual support of Fizzmodeus. Or how. Val throws a glass at Vox. And breaks his phone. And then Vox has to scream in his face to get him to listen-

Idk how to end this so uh. DEMON ATTACK RAH!!! 👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

[rongzhi]

Hi! Love your TikTok translations, they help me learn so much. Sorry if you've answered this before already, but as a language student myself, I was just curious about how you got so good at Chinese - is it a native language for you, or what's your background in using/studying it? Thank you!

I think I answered this a long time ago (like 2021 maybe) so I will just tell it again. It's kind of a longwinded boring post that's very self-centric (😬) and also probably not going to have any helpful advice to the average language learner, so I'm going to put it under a read more!

Background

My family is Chinese so it's my heritage language. I did learn it before English as a baby but then forgot a lot of it. My parents speak Chinese at home but I always replied in English growing up. Part of this is because I have a twin sibling and because we spoke English at school, we also started speaking English to each other at home.

We went to Chinese school on Sundays growing up (this is like a community/cultural school; it included other courses like math, Chinese dance, art, pre-SATs (lol), etc, depending on who in the community was available to teach), but I didn't really pay attention so my Chinese was pretty shit for a long time—like broken conversational level shitty, although I have always had a strong comprehension ability. My dad's side is from Sichuan so I grew up understanding a bit of Sichuanese.

The beginning of my "studying"

I don't actually have much of a background studying Chinese in a formal setting. I took Chinese 101-103 in college as part of a language requirement (specifically chose to start with 101 so I could relearn basics, even though my teachers kept offering to place me in higher levels). I really credit my Chinese 101 prof who was also the college's calligraphy teacher for making us focus on brush stroke order and recognising characters and understanding semantic components, which is something other profs did not emphasise (they were more focused on building conversational skills).

Anyway, that was only my freshman year of college because I ended up changing majors and not having a language requirement anymore (boo). I continued studying a bit of Chinese in the intervening years, but I am not a very disciplined person when it comes to self-study, so much of it was just translating song lyrics for my own amusement. During this time, I also started watching some cdramas, but mostly just Chinese web shows, which maybe helped? (I don't think I was watching enough for it to really make a difference).

Fast forward a couple years to 2020 and I started watching more cdramas during lockdowns, including watching 成化十四年 (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty), which I was super invested in for about two years (this used to be a fandom blog lol). Basically, hyperfixation led me to rapidly improve my Chinese; I started translating a few behind-the-scenes videos for fandom friends. In order to keep up with Chinese fans and gain access to more material about the show, I started venturing onto Chinese sites such as weibo, bilibili, and eventually, douyin, which I downloaded around October of 2020 (so this was 6 months into my increased interest into Chinese things). At first, I translated a couple of douyins to share with fandom friends as I had done with behind-the-scenes materials, but for whatever reason I felt like some of the videos I wanted to translate would just be annoying to spam into the chat... I couldn't figure out a way to connect them to the blorbos, but I still wanted to translate them, so I started posting them here on tumblr. That's how my douyin translations started out. This was the height of covid-19 related sinophobia, too, so at some point I started realising how important it was to continue translating douyins, and that motivated me to continue even beyond it just being a fun thing to do. On that topic, it was through this blog that I realised how poorly understood China and Chinese people are, specifically on this site. I feel like that has changed a lot, or maybe that's just a comment on insular online spaces, but I have to think not; since I started translating douyins, I've seen a noticeable decrease in sinophobic comments and messages (not that I don't still get them, but it's lessened), and I think that's also thanks in great part to other blogs on here that were posting/have started to post more content from China to help increase exposure to tumblr users.

Improving

In any case, in the beginning, I did a lot of translations mostly by ear rather than reading captions because my Chinese reading wasn't that good.

It's kind of slowly improved with time and repetitive reading, and over the last three years now, I've also gone through periods of taking notes and actively seeking out some vocab lists or grammar explanations... but it usually comes in the process of trying to translate something. My motivations in "studying" (it's more like "figuring out") Chinese is largely based on the simple desire to know what people are talking about... what they're joking about... what they're ranting about and roasting. Related: I also started reading fanfics in Chinese about a year ago. Some fics have been easier to read than others, but some of the best ones I've read were also the ones that challenged me the most, and which I had to take a lot of notes on while reading. I'll admit! There have been times where I just took a fic and dumped that sucker in google translate and have it read the Chinese to me, so I could just listen to it like a podfic. But even so, I would take notes, because I think my improvements in Chinese are heavily connected to my Chinese literacy.

Reading douyin comments and forums on douban or comment sections on bilibili has been one of the main ways that I've picked up on common phrases and characters. I often write things down but I do so more as a muscle memory practice, because I have never really been the sort of person who reads back notes (this was also how I studied in school, iirc). Branching out and translating things that are written in formal or non-colloquial styles is also a way I challenge myself from time to time, and I do like to look up the etymology of Chinese characters from time to time because it helps me pick up patterns of semantics and phonetic hints when I'm reading (this makes it easier to guess what a character might mean or sound like, even if you've never seen it before). Overall, translation has been the great learning tool for me. I think maybe it comes down to learning styles? I have always learned better from trying to teach others, and I feel like translation works a similar muscle in the mind; translation is about figuring out ways to efficiently communicate a message, and in order to do so, you must be able to grasp the essence of what it is you're relaying.

All this said... And to try and return to your original ask after all my usual Wawa rambling... I actually don't think my Chinese is that good, lol. In fact, there's probably people who follow this blog who are studying Chinese in a more conventional and methodical manner whose Chinese is objectively much better than mine 🤷🏻‍♂️ I mean, if you crunch the numbers, I have really only be self-"studying" for three years. Three years of what is really just vibe-based learning. There's a lot of vocab I still don't know (I mean my English vocab is pretty limited too, sooo.... 😭), a lot of areas that I can still improve on, and am improving on, and try to improve on... when the mood strikes. Again, I am not a very disciplined self-study type.

Maybe this will give any other Chinese diaspora hope, though. I feel like it's never too late for us to start learning. There is probably a seed or language foundation within you already which will make it easier for you to start, and then after that, I think it sort of comes down to finding what interests you and will keep you motivated.

Most of the stuff I talk about on here when it comes to culture or folk art or what have you, I did not know even five years ago! I learned about it because I was interested to find out more. (That's another reason I have to laugh when I get some of the asks I do in my inbox... The stuff I don't answer is dumbfounding at times. You translate a couple of funny videos and people think you're some kind of Tripadvisor cultural ambassador guy! I swear...)

The "study" resources I use regularly are the following:

Pleco

Zh-En browser extension

Yellowbridge (usually to check brush stroke order, since I have Pleco)

Baidu etymology pages / Chinese etymology dictionaries such as hanziyuan

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Unknown, Ep 11: To Grow Taller

Alright y’all, I just want to say that I am not super thrilled with how Episode 11 went. I felt like they completely obliterated the emotional build up to the change over after they did such a great job of navigating it in Episode 10. 

So as much as there were some lovely images of hands, I’m not that interested in writing about it. So it is time, it is time to do the thing I should have done long ago. 

It is time to write about Lili and San Pang. 

Hands down my favorite part of this episode (and probably one of my favorite scenes of the series) was seeing the two of them interact, of seeing more of Lili’s inner workings, of understanding that she knows more than she lets on. I loved Yuan telling Qian that Lili is smart, and I loved the proud little smile Qian had when he heard that. 

The most important scene in this episode, to me, starts with the height wall. That thing has been causing me psychic damage since episode one. It pans down to Lili. I like how long the camera lingers on her eyes. Lili has seen everything that has happened in their lives and she’s been spared from a lot of the violence, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t beared witness to it. 

I was really struck by her words to San Pang: 

“When we were little, Qian was always there to help us with everything we did. He would measure our height every year. I always wondered when I could grow taller than him. Then I could protect him.” 

I know we have seen Lili constantly take a back seat in this story. We have seen her even acknowledge Qian’s focus on Yuan multiple times throughout the show. We don’t see her doing as much for Qian as Yuan does. She doesn’t know how to wrap up leftovers, she’s not a great cook, she doesn’t try to pay the household bills. But that’s because she loves Qian like a sister does, she’s got a secure position in the household, she’s not trying to be Qian’s partner, and it is a testament to Qian’s love for Lili that she does not know how to do some of the basic life things, because it means that she’s been so well taken care of she hasn’t been forced to learn.

There are all these little elements scattered across the series that show Qian’s love for Lili. The picture on his desk at home is of him, Yuan, and Lili at Qian’s graduation. He has the magazine she’s featured in on display. He immediately softens on his anger towards her relationship with San Pang when she asks him to go on a family vacation. 

She has seen how much Qian has suffered, and she loves Qian enough to want to shield him from any more harm. 

And San Pang is so lovely in this scene, with his head resting on the stair railing, a sleepy look of love on his face as he stares at Lili. I love the way San Pang smiles to himself when she tells him this. Because Qian is family to San Pang and San Pang is family to Qian. San Pang loves Qian and wants what is best for him always. And I do think there is a difference there between the soft, dreamy, comfortable expression he has when looking at the woman he loves, and the small smile that lights up his eyes at the thought of Lili loving her brother enough to want to protect him.

Lili’s face is serious, and she does not always look in San Pang’s direction when she talks:  

“Even though he is a few years older than us, his hands are always covered in scars and calluses.” Lili tells the ground. It’s interesting to me to see when she is comfortable enough reviving a memory to look San Pang in the eyes because she doesn’t do so until partway through her hand cream story:

“One year, I took the hand cream my classmates gave me” she looks at San Pang “and rubbed it on his hands at midnight.”

The camera cuts to San Pang who is listening to Lili absolutely enraptured by her. And I do have to commend the show for how they have navigated Lili and San Pang’s relationship change. In very few frames, with little fanfare or flare they have made San Pang and Lili’s relationship clear, understandable, and believable. We’ve had like, two minutes of them together up through now, and all I need to believe these two will be together forever is all in the way that San Pang looks at Lili. That man is not only head over heels in love with Xiao Bao, he’s ass over tea kettle in love with her as well. 

“He scolded me for it. Do you know why?”

“I do.” San Pang says with a smile. And I love that because we remember that San Pang and Qian have grown up together. San Pang has been helping take care of Qian and the rest of the family for years. You know in the way that San Pang smiles that he is remembering Qian as a young man complaining about Lili lotioning his hands in the middle of the night. Hell, I can picture Qian’s rant right now. “Because it smelled like roses.”

Lili laughs and covers her face in embarrassment. “That’s right.”  

But like a lot of scenes in this show, the transition from lighthearted to more serious changes on a dime. Lili’s face slips back in to a frown as she turns over a thought. “Nobody cares about Qian.”

And this is what it feels like sometimes, with how stubborn Qian is, with how much weight he wants to carry for himself, with how much debt he owes to the likes of Le, Xiong, and San Pang. But they don’t expect repayment, they did this because they care about Qian. San Pang has helped Qian weather many many storms. He has pushed when Qian needed pushing, he has pulled when Qian needed to be held back. 

“Yes, they do. We all love your brother.” 

Qian has so much love in his life, if only he stopped long enough to see it. If only he let go long enough to feel it. I was not thrilled with how they fumbled so much of the emotional weight of Qian and Yuan getting together in this episode, but I am glad the show took time to highlight how much they all love Qian and to show the audience that they want to protect Qian just as much as Qian wants to protect the rest of them. 

All this to say San Pang and Lili work incredibly well together as a couple, and I’m so happy that we got to have this little moment between them, both to breathe a bit more life in to their relationship and to remind us all that Yuan is right. Lili is not as naive as she seems.

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All gifs by the lovely, wonderful, marvelous @wanderlust-in-my-soul. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE THE BEST <3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook:

Monochrome 🔞 [Teaser]

In which Jungkook has never fallen in love before- not until you came along, at least.

Tags/Warnings: Hybrid AU, Munchkin Cat!Reader, Siberian Tiger!Jungkook, DDLG aspects, Daddy!Jungkook, height difference/Size kink, petplay (in a way?), strangers to lovers, mild Angst, Fluff!, quiet!Reader, Model!Kook, mentions of death & grieving, romance, smut, protected sex, Dom! Kook, manhandling, strength kink, biting, hybrid behavior (scenting, marking, grooming and other)

Length: approx. 4-5k

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He's still irritated. You don't deserve any of this.

He hopes he might be able to get the paperwork signed- and you out of this place as soon as he can. There's technically nothing speaking against it after all; he's a level 2 at the end of the day, his hybrid side a lot less dominant than in someone like you. And while it's made him feel like an outcast for a long time, feeling like he doesn't belong neither here nor there- looking at you now, his feelings have changed.

He feels glad, for the first time, that he's the way he is.

"If she's getting too much you can just tell her to go play or something." One of the workers tells him as she'd spotted him with you still somewhat laying on his thigh, his hand comfortably resting on your shoulder while you play with his rings on his other hand. "She tends to get clingy with anybody who pays attention to her." She snickers, but he shakes his head.

"No, it's really fine." He denies her, well aware that she's been eyeing him ever since he'd gotten here the first day, and he can't hold back on his next words. "I actually think she's cute." He smiles down at you, and your cat-ears twitch at that before you look up at him, making him laugh.

"I mean.. I guess? Maybe it's a hybrid thing that you like her." She shrugs, crossing her arms. "But she's gotta move soon, your manager told me they wanna take some more shots." She says with more bite to her tone now- and in a way, it satisfies Jungkook.

He lets you rest on him for a little longer- until he pulls out something from his bag, brown paperbag containing a baked treat you know all too well.

He brings it every time, ever since you've told him you like it, after all.

"Nuh-ah." He chuckles when you instantly sit up and reach for it, turning his body a little towards you on the bench before he holds out the donut, testing the waters. And for his own amusement.

And much to his said amusement, you do exactly what he hoped you would.

Without thinking much it seems like, you lean forward to take a bite out of the sweet treat while he's still holding it- and he can't help but smile at the scene. You're so unaware of your own appeal, completely oblivious to how charming you are, and in a way, it makes him upset. You really are just a soft soul being used and nothing else- and he just feels like he's got to offer his protection.

Because you seserve it- and vecause he wants to be that protector.

Mostly because the connection you both have to one another is undeniable. Mates are an odd thing; but they're a real thing at the end of the day, and it's clear now that he's found his own in you.

You seem to have a moment of realization after the second bite, ears turning before your head follows as a worker says something Jungkook himself doesn't quite catch- but he knows he doesn't like it. "Hey- I'm over here." He tells you, and you look at him with a more shy expression now, almost embarrassed- letting go of his wrist as you sit back down on the bench, visibly uncomfortable. "Dont listen to them. I'm more interesting, am I not?" He teases to get your attention back, reaching out to wipe a crumb from the corner of your lips, making you smile a bit shyly to yourself.

You're so easy to catch.

"Why.." you start, seemingly thinking about your words. You do that a lot, he noticed- you either don't talk at all, or very quietly, and in a way, he's not sure if that's been something they pushed onto you in the carecenter here, or if you've always been this way. He wants to find out, that's for sure. "Why do you.. like me?" You ask, visibly unsatisfied with how you formulated that sentence. It's another proof of your difference in hybrid level compared to Jungkook.

But no matter, he will learn to understand you, until he no longer needs you to speak at all.

Jungkook simply shrugs at your question. "Maybe a mate thing. Maybe just because I like you." He answers. "I don't need to have a reason for it, though. You're a very sweet person, very likable." He tells you before he breaks off another piece of the donut, holding it out. "Now come on. Be a good girl and finish up, alright?" He teasingly tells you as he eats the other leftover piece himself, just to pull yours away from you when you reach out for it with your hand. "Nop." He chuckles, making you glare at him, tail swiping behind you from side to side, and he can't help but laugh at the scene, head thrown back.

Adorable.

Until he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers as you snatch the last piece of your treat from him, his gaze immediately back on you as you watch his reaction with a more challenging expression, and he can't help but be intrigued.

"I feel like it'll be a good idea. Jungkook!" His manager smiles, walking up to you both. "You've got her there already, perfect. We'd like to unclude her in the next few shots tomorrow, see how she does." He tells him, and Jungkook looks at you who seems visibly uncertain.

"You okay with that?" Jungkook asks, and you look at the camera set up close by with an almost fearful expression. "Dont worry. They'll tell you what to do, and I'll help as well. Or is it something else?" He asks, making you move to sit on the bench more properly, feet almost touching the floor, but not quite. He realizes what might be the problem when a staff member accidentally let's a brush fall to the floor, your ears instantly flattening for a short second from the harsh sound. "Ah- does the camera sound scare you?" And you nod at that, making his manager laugh a bit.

"Oh no, don't be scared! It's totally normal. Maybe Jungkook can show you how it works?" He says, before looking over at the careworker close to him. "My son has a hybrid too- he used to hate the sound of the microwave too until my son explained to him how it functioned." He chuckles. Jungkook remembers that. Namjoon and Jimin are an odd couple, but weirdly, they also fit perfectly.

"I don't think she'll understand that, but you can try." The careworker shrugs disinterested, clearly upset at Jungkooks lack of interest in her.

"Come on, let's have a look then." Jungkook simply tells you with no thought wasted on the woman, as he walks to the big cameras with you, Taehyung already looking your way. "Hey, can you maybe explain to her why the camera makes that noise?" Jungkook asks his friend, who nods at you.

"Its pretty loud, isn't it?" He tells you, and you nod- standing on the tips of your toes to try and see through the lens, but to no use. "You're so short!" Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook can't help but be amused too.

"Hm, here, you can step on that." He offers, sliding an upside-down thick plastic bucket close to you to stand on; his hands instinctively on your body yo steady you as you step onto the container.

"Alright, so.." Taehyung starts to explain the camera to you, and Jungkook can't help but be thankful that his friend is clearly aware of the fact that you're not a stupid child- the photographer never oversimplifying anything, simply telling you the general mechanics to make sure you understand what's happening, that nothing is breaking or could cause any harm. And then the camera makes its distinctive sound.

Your ears still flatten for a split second, but your body makes no sign of being scared or surprised any longer. It worked.

"I can't turn it off, sadly. It's a mechanical sound, so there's no way around it." Taehyung shrugs towards his friend, and Jungkook simply nods.

"It'll be fine." Jungkook says, helping you down from the bucket as the manager says his goodbyes to the first staff. It reminds Jungkook of something in that moment he almost forgot. "Alright, go get your stuff now. I'll go change and then we can go, alright?" He asks, and you seem confused- until you seem to realize.

You're going home with him today. And tomorrow. And the day after, too.

Jungkook can't help but laugh when you dash off into the hallway to get your things, as he himself goes to change himself. He really hopes you'll like it at his place, hopefully enough to decide to stay- and if you do, all he needs are your papers signed and approved. He hates the way the system works, but he also understands it somewhat.

Even though it's clear that not everything goes exactly as it's meant to be.

But once you're with him, once he's got you safe, there will be no more of this. He'll make sure the world gets to know what's going on behind closed doors, having already discussed the plans with his management after all- and he can't deny his anticipation.

He can't wait to see that man lose all he's never even deserved to have in the first place.

But before he can even think any further about those things happening, you're pulling on the hem of his sweater to gain his attention, already dressed in scarf and coat and those fluffy boots he'd bought you yesterday- a lot better quality than those worn down things they'd given you. You deserve to be spoiled in his opinion, not tossed aside like you've been for God knows how many years- and he'll make sure that'll happen.

"Come on." He smiles at you, taking your bag for you as he walks outside the building to his car, opening the door. "We can sleep early or have some food delivered- what would you like?" He asks, getting into the car after you, the driver closing the door after him as he's finally seated next to you, seat belts clicking into place for the both of you.

You shrug as an answer, and he laughs, watching as you yawn, the tiger teasingly pointing his finger into your mouth- but he doesn't expect you to close it so quickly. While you don't bite down on it (at least not hard enough to ever really hurt), he still can't help but be affected by it. Especially when he pushes down on your lower lip, your tongue jokingly licking the tip of his finger, making him smirk at you.

Behind your innocent facade does slumber a tiny little tiger too, in a way, it seems like.

And he honestly doesn't know if he can handle having you around him like this for much longer, while not doing anything about it at all. He's already almost kissed you yesterday, and by now he knows you feel just as attracted to him as he does to you.

You're mates after all. Similar age. Technically in the same hybrid group. Nothing speaks against it.

And yet he's got to be careful. He doesn't want to end up breaking your heart if things don't go as expected- he'd hate leaving you devastated. And yet still he feels as if he'd die soon if he doesn't at least get to feel your lips on his- there's nothing wrong with at least a kiss, right? Maybe just a little further than that- his couch his comfortable after all, and he for sure won't be able to withstand the temptation of at least holding you close with you staying with him tonight. "Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? I can take the couch, no problems." He asks you to distract himself, ground himself again and get his mind off of things-

But then you visibly pout, ears drooping down a little as you look at him almost disappointed.

"Not.. with you?" You mumble, and his gaze focuses on you again, pupils dilated as he swallows thickly.

"I mean, I won't say no." He tells you, eyes never leaving yours. "But I probably should." He says, making you tilt your head in question. Though in your eyes, in the way they sparkle mischievously, he knows you're very much aware of the implications.

"You won't." You simply smile next to him, legs stretching and tail swaying from side to side, and all he can think of is brat. There's no trace of the shy little cat left it seems like right now, as you look at him all confident and almost challenging.

And yet, he can't disagree.

He won't say no.

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[altocat]

Need soft glenn and miniroth headcanons 🥺🥺🥺

Time to ruin everyone's day I guess (with feels) ❤️

Sephiroth and Glenn get into stupid arguments all the time. Glenn is the only one who can influence Sephiroth into acting immature and petty, pouting and sulking whenever he doesn't win.

They make up by way of doing something selfless for one another--aka recklessly defending each other to the death in battle.

Glenn is fond of giving Seph a friendly nudge or ruffling the boy's hair, laughing when Sephiroth glares up at him, pretending to be annoyed and not secretly relishing the attention.

Sephiroth offhandedly copies Glenn's movements from time to time, including some of his mannerisms. The others notice with amusement that Sephiroth occasionally mimes a lot of Glenn's posture and battle stances from time to time.

Glenn brought bucketloads of snacks for the trip to the island. And he wasted literally all of it by shoving it onto Sephiroth to try.

Glenn is the first person to ever refer to Sephiroth as "Seph".

Glenn is also the first person who is instantly up and on his feet during the night whenever Sephiroth has one of his strange nightmares--you know, the one with the red-eyed monster that calls to him from the shadows. Seph's been having that one for a while now. Weird.

Sephiroth has saved Glenn from drowning eight different times. Glenn must have a death wish around water because Sephiroth is SERIOUSLY getting tired of plucking him out of the rapids.

Sephiroth envies Glenn's height. Glenn good-naturedly tells him he still has a lot of growing to do--don't worry! Sephiroth hopes he's taller than Glenn one day. Good news, he will be!

Sephiroth is very interested in Glenn's signature red jacket. Glenn has promised him that once this job's over, Sephiroth can keep the damn thing--it's already a wreck after weeks in the elements. Sephiroth covets the jacket greatly and holds him to it.

Sephiroth and Glenn occasionally train together, though it's mostly Glenn just trying to keep up. Sephiroth really does try to go easy on him.

Other times, they disappear out into the forest together, gone for hours at a time. They're patrolling, in a sense. But mostly just taking a long walk, neither talking. Glenn sometimes notices Sephiroth shuddering, likely triggered on by a bad memory or two. He keeps beside the boy, offers a quiet pat every now and then. It seems to help.

Sephiroth will never, ever say it out loud. But he wishes he'd known Glenn earlier. Being around Glenn is the safest he's felt in years, as well as the happiest. They've known each other for such a short time and yet it means so much.

And as it turns out, it meant more to Sephiroth than he'd ever begun to imagine.

There is a portrait of Rufus Shinra in the lower level of Shinra HQ. Word on the street was that it was vandalized in the quiet of the night, the only investigative clues at the scene being a few empty liquor bottles and the broken remains of a switchblade.

The eyes have been completely scratched out, the frame heavily damaged, a single line of jagged text lacerated beneath the young vice president's image.

M u r d e r e r

[prrtnrr]

((Putting in a new post bc i went crazy, so sorry for the info dump

character birthdates are released through the official art books for the persona games. Under the info for each character a characters Height, Weight, Zodiac (more on this later), Blood type (more on this later), and birthdate. I made this graphic to put all the persona users (plus nanako and her dad bc why not) onto a chart to share their bdays-

i got their bdays from the art books, theres some strange things i wanted to make note incase anyone else knows where to get the info bc i couldnt find it

Tatsuya Suou has a different birthday listed between p2IS and p2EP, i'm unsure on why, both birthdates still make him a leo tho.

p3 protags, p4 protag, and p5 protag do not have bdays nor blood types listed since theyre "silent protagonists", meaning the player is to project their own bday onto said protags

Aigis has multiple manufacturing and activation dates, i went with the month+year they were made.

Morgana, Teddie, Metis, Aigis, and Koromaru don't have much listed i assume its bc theyre not human.

This is the characters with official bdays organized by western zodiac signs, ppl use zodiac signs to test compatibility and personality types of ppl, similar to the myers briggs test?? thats the best example i can think of.

This is the characters with official blood types organized by blood types, in jpn theres a theory that blood types give a person a personality type and can be used for compatibility tests (like western zodiac but with blood). People with blood type A are seen to be highly organized, precise, and pay close attention to detail. People with blood type B are seen as easy going, honest, and bubbly. People with blood type AB are seen as a combo of both A and B and are generally "perceived as geniuses or psychos". Finally people with blood type O are seen as eccentric and seen as natural leaders. This is a very vague description of each type, I recommend doing your own research into it! its interesting!

Finally I organized each persona user under their birth year and birth month bc i think thats interesting.

I hope this helps! An amazing resource for any persona info is the SMT Fandom Wiki that's so well loved and constantly updated, if you need drawing ref or an abridged description of a character that is my go to resource. Another resource I love is The Cutting Room Floor, a website that catalogs cut content, debug info, and other general behind the scenes info. It has information for any game i've ever played, persona or not, like their Zelda game info pages are fucking incredible. If you have any interest in game design or how video games are made I cannot recommend this website enough, its so incredibly interesting! I know all this bc I got into the persona series in 2014/2015, idr the exact year but I was in school then, I've had almost a decade of time to absorb and collect info lol if anything i put down is incorrect pls lmk and ill fix it <3))

[reasonsmandy]

Puppy Love

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* summary — headcanons of childhood friends to lovers with Warren Rojas.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 9.0k

✧.* 🥁 — warren's masterlist.

✧.* mandy's notes — I loved writing this so much, I hope you like it too.

✧.* 1 — how you met / childhood

Pittsburgh became home from the moment Warren Rojas walked into her life.

You were at your bedroom window playing with your toys when you saw the moving truck park in the house next to yours, curiosity makes your eyes shine as soon as you understand what was happening, you leave your belongings by the window and run as fast as you can down the stairs, you slide a little with the inertia that hits your body when you reach the floor below.

"Hey baby, didn't know you were up." Your mother's voice echoes from the room, you run feeling your body slide across the floor due to the socks on your feet. The emotion emanating from your body was clear.

"Did you see?" Your thin voice is an octave higher than usual, and your mother opens a smile trying to understand where that excitement was coming from.

"If I saw what, my love?" She puts her cup of tea on top of the coffee table, you make a sulky face because she doesn't understand you at first.

"The truck outside!" The word truck scrambles from your lips, and she can't help but crack a smile at it. "We have nay-buhs, mommy!"

"We do?" Curious, she takes her gaze to the window, thus noticing the movement in the house next to yours. "Seems like we do, uh? Wanna go say hi?"

As if that was the suggestion you've been looking forward to hearing the most, you jump excitedly around her, tugging on her hand, wanting to go there immediately. Your mom gets up happy to see you excited about the idea of meeting new people, she holds your small hands in hers as she guides you into the kitchen then pulls you into her lap.

You rest your little head on her chest seeking affection, she kisses the top of it with love.

"How about we make some snacks to take to them?" Your eyes sparkle, and you immediately nod excitedly. "Any idea what you want to cook, little bee?"

You cup her face in your small hands, breaking into an adorable smile. "Cookies and hot choco-wate."

"Alright… that's a great idea." She sits you on the counter, getting the ingredients you would use.

When the smell of freshly baked cookies fills your nostrils, you pull on your mother's apron to show that it was ready. She helps you arrange a tray carefully in the way you found most interesting, putting it in your hands as soon as you left the house to meet the neighbors.

The house next to yours was not very different in terms of the facade, it was very charming and full of plants just like yours, you liked it and it was certainly one of your favorite things about the outside. Your mother holds your little hands to help you up the stairs to the door and suddenly shyness takes over your body. You look at her looking for an indication of what to do.

"Nock the door mommy." You whisper, only now noticing how the word "knock" was difficult to pronounce.

Your mother laughs at your bossy attitude, knocking on the door for you. You stand on your tiptoes, excited to satisfy the curiosity you were feeling earlier, listening to the footsteps behind the door approach the wooden object.

The doorknob turns and a slender woman appears in your vision, excited you hold out the tray with an adorable smile. The curly woman seems taken by surprise, bending down to be at your height, she opens a smile.

"Oh, are those for me?" She questions her voice full of pride and gratitude. "Thank you so much little one, that's very kind of you."

She raises her gaze to your mother who watches the scene with pride and warmth in her chest. And you take this moment to curiously look inside the house, the place was still empty, some boxes scattered in various places with other objects too, and suddenly you notice someone of your stature who captures your attention.

You notice your mother talking to the lady but your attention is still on the boy drumming some pots with his hands inside the house, you lean on the doorknob wanting to get closer to him but you still keep watching him from afar.

"Warren honey, come say hi to our neighbors." The woman calls the little boy when she notices you staring at him wanting to talk.

When he approaches shyly, hiding behind his mother's leg, he looks at you with a small smile on his face. His eyes dart curiously to the tray you hold, secretly asking for one of them.

"Hi Wah-wen, you wan' some of our coo-kies?" You hand him the tray with an excited smile, "Me and my mom made it for you, I ate a cou-puh but jus' to make suwe they were vewy good"

He looks to his mother for encouragement, you notice that he looks a little confused and you hope you haven't done something wrong.

"She made you las galletas, you want some?" She asks the little one who nods his head, extending his hands towards the cookies, you look at him full of anticipation.

"Thank you…" He whispers, biting into the cookie as he looks at you. He looks back at his mother as if asking her to help him communicate.

"What's your name cutie?" The curly woman asks you, while your mother holds your hands

"Y/N." You say rocking back and forth, handing the tray to Warren when you were tired of holding it. "Do you, um, wanna play in my house? If you want, we c-can, um, make a big drum set together!"

He seems curious, your words seem difficult for him to understand but he gradually understands from your gestures and excitement that makes him want to join you.

"Can I?" he asks his mother, his curls falling over his eyes as he sloppily pushes them out of his sight.

"Is it okay?" She asks your mother.

She smiles in affirmation, "Of course, don't worry... If you need help, just call."

Warren's mother runs her hand through his curls, smoothing his locks. "Behave, huh… And if you want to come back, just ask and I'll pick you up."

You were Warren's first friend, he had moved from a non-English speaking country so it was difficult for him to fully understand his surroundings as a child. And that's when you guys developed your own style of communication, as Rojas learned English you guys increased your own type of communication that you used to create plans for games and different adventures out there, a way of passing notes to each other without getting caught by the adults.

Your mother had already put you to bed, the light from your table lamp was the only thing that illuminated your room as you settled between the sheets.

Your day hadn't been the best, you had gotten a bad grade and as a result your parents decided to forbid you to go out and play with any of your friends. So you spent the day in your room, bored reading books and playing on your own after studying.

You yawn ready to fall asleep but something jolts you out of your calm state, you sit up in bed, watching the window where the noise had come from with a frown. You can see your best friend's bedroom window lit up, indicating that he was awake, so you approach yours looking for that little face that causes you so much comfort.

You can see his little black face waving at you from his window, you open a smile and a questioning face, he gestures for you to open your window. You then do, feeling the night wind hit your skin waiting for him to do what he wanted.

"What is it?" You whisper loudly, he then throws a paper plane at you, you catch the object in the air and he tells you to open it.

∆•⬛ ∏∆⚡⬛ ⏩⬛⬜∆⏩, ∆•∏ ∆⬜∆ ⬛∆•⬜•⬜ ∏∆•∏∆ ∏∆⬜∆•⬜, ∆•⚡⬜ ∏∆⬛∆ ∆⬜⏫•⬜⬛⬜⚡⬛, ⏩⬜⬛ ∆⬜⏩⬜ ∆⬜⬜⬛ ∏∆•∏∆ ⬜⬛⏩∆.

“Don't worry about them, you are capable of anything you put effort to, and I'm proud of you”

You open a smile upon the message, taking the paper to your chest, hug it with affection, you blow a kiss to him who takes it in the air and does the same thing you did with the paper.

"Thank you." You feel emotional, perhaps the hormones from your newly arrived puberty are getting to you.

He winks at you with a smile you love, "Goodnight cutie." He speaks before closing the window, so you feel like you can sleep peacefully knowing he is proud of you.

Rojas treats you with great care and affection since childhood, always being very careful, hugging you, helping you with annoying situations, being his support for anything, just like you for him.

You were always very smart kids and the combination of both of you was pure chaos for your parents. Whenever you were very silent they already knew that something was broken, messed up or out of place, but nothing gave them the courage to take away the joy you felt from being together.

Rojas would never admit it but he loved watching you from afar at school or when you were concentrated with something, he found it adorable all the faces you made while you were paying attention in something

He would definitely listen to you complain about whatever you needed to vent while you defined his curls.

You always helped him rehearse the drums, suggesting songs for him to play and dancing like crazy around him while he did so.

You got a habit of kissing his forehead whenever he did something nice when you were little, and this habit continued when you guys grew up

You were in the kitchen of your house waiting for your mother. The goal was for you to make a cake for Warren's mother's birthday. Warren was trying to put on his apron, his small hands having some difficulty handling it.

"I can't! This ridiculous thing doesn't tighten." He crosses his arms sullenly.

You hold the cloth in your hands supporting it, "Oh Warren you can do it, here, let me help you."

You help him step by step, showing how to do the same processes you did to tie yours. He copies his movements slowly, as if it were something difficult to do, now and then sticking out his tongue to demonstrate his concentration.

When he finally succeeds you applaud him, a giant proud smile on your face. "Good job Warren! See? I knew you could do it."

You jump showing your excitement at his achievement. "Look mom, Warren managed to tie his apron all by himself!"

He smiles with embarrassment, but happy to see your joy with him, you approach him and kiss his forehead, grabbing him in a proud hug afterwards.

He feels a spark in his body from your little kiss, closing his eyes to feel your caress.

"Thank you." he whispers.

Once when you were younger Rojas asked you to marry him with a ringpop and a little flower.

You and Warren went to dances together since you were little, until you reached an older age where this type of thing meant something more serious in your teenage minds. Until Warren realized that he wanted to keep that tradition, but in a different way…

You two were sitting in the backyard of your house, you knew that soon Rojas would have to leave for rehearsal at Chuck's house, so you tried to enjoy every second by his side which was something you loved, being close to him was always synonymous with being at home, feeling complete.

You rested your head in his lap as he drummed his hands on your shoulders as usual, it was amazing how he never stopped still. But there is something in particular that differentiated this restlessness from others in him, he seemed anxious, as if he wanted to tell you something.

"Is everything okay with you?" You laugh as you get up from his lap, Warren seems to come back from a trance, and you notice that he couldn't look you in the eye. "Hey, I'm getting worried…"

"Worried? No need to cutie, I'm normal." He shrugs, talking so fast that you could tell he's lying.

"I know you better than I know myself Warren, what's up?" You can't contain the urge to hold one of his hands, noticing it's cold. "You're nervous... It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"It's no big deal..." He says rubbing the back of his neck, still avoiding her eyes, he takes a deep breath.

"Okay, we can talk about something else." You pat his shoulder in reassurance, he smiles a little. "Oh my God I forgot to tell you! Camila and Billy started to date… can you believe it? It's like everyone I know starts dating and I'm stuck with no one."

You sigh in distress, leaning your body once more on him, you don't notice but his muscles stiffen and he starts to direct one of his hands to your waist wanting to pull you close, but before he does you turn to look him in the face once more.

"And you? Is someone special messing with your little heart?" You joke, pointing to his chest as you speak, he laughs looking down.

"You know very well that the only special women in my life are you and my mother." His tone was humorous, but maybe if you were looking into his eyes you'd catch the glimmer of sincerity there.

You feel butterflies in your stomach with his sentence, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. "Stop being silly Rojas!"

He opens his mouth to say he wasn't joking, feeling a sliver of courage in him, but like a cliché from a romance movie your mother appears interrupting him.

"So only your mom and my girl are the women in your life?" She says in a playful tone, crossing her arms over her torso. "I practically raised you, Warren!"

"My bad." He shrugs a little embarrassed, he holds one of your hands and kisses it as usual when saying goodbye to you. "I'll see you later, right?"

"Sure thing." You caress his cheek after he kisses your hand, these affectionate attitudes were common between you.

"Bye miss L/N…" He says passing by your mom, leaving the door of his house.

"You know Y/N, maybe Daniela and I were right…" Your mom says as soon as Warren closes the door, you turn your gaze to her, not understanding a word.

"What are you talking about?" You question her, who rolls her eyes playfully.

"You two are getting married." She says humming, walking off towards the kitchen.

Warren left your house wishing he had the courage to come back and say he only wanted to go with one person to this ball, you. But the fear of not being reciprocated was overwhelming, blocking him from taking that action.

Since he was little Warren has had the habit of kissing your hand when he says goodbye to you, this custom started when you were still very small and he was sure that you were very fragile, even though you guys were close in age and the same size, he felt he needed to protect you.

You and Rojas have always been very close since day one, and when you started making new friends at school it came as a shock to both of you, it was a distance you weren't used to. You even took a while to like Graham, Eddie and Chuck because of jealousy, since now he didn't have 100% of his time for you.

Warren knew that you felt insecure around his new friends, not only because they were unfamiliar to you but also because you felt a bit out of place. And that's why he always made sure to make you comfortable, never leaving your side, holding your hand when he felt you were anxious, including you in subjects that you were not aware of until then. Until you felt comfortable in their presence, which, thanks to Rojas' attitude, didn't take long to happen.

Warren seemed to have an inexplicable connection with you, and consequently you with him. You knew how to differentiate his common restlessness from a restlessness caused by anxiety or discomfort, and he knew that you were quieter when you were uncomfortable in an environment. Through this you created a way to comfort each other when these situations happened, it wasn't something you guys sat down to talk about and agreed on, it was as natural as the first time you met.

He noticed when you needed support, holding your hand in comfort, or stroking your knee so that physical contact would help you calm down. And when that didn't help, he would take you out of the room so they could be alone with you and help you regulate your breathing or just give you a hug.

You on the other hand knew that Warren was a restless and excited person, it was hard to let him down or dampen his sunshine spirit. So you knew that many times, in order not to disturb others, he pretended to be in that state and you knew exactly when he was feeling bad, your attitude was usually to take him out of a sociable place, letting him breathe in a calmer place and reassuring him that it was okay not to be okay and that you would be there for him always.

When you were sad Rojas used to pick dandelions from the backyard to give to you, since the first time you went to his house your eyes lit up when you saw his mother's backyard. He noticed how you timidly approached the garden tools, always wanting to take a closer look at the flowers, and he knew that those plants made your heart warm.

Warren truly believes that you're the one who helped him become who he is today, as if you were his motivation whenever he thought about giving up.

As you two were always with each other, or at his house, or at yours, or even at a friend's house you have the same comfort meals because you grew up together.

You made Rojas a beaded bracelet when you were little, which he still wears today.

When Rojas was eleven years old, you gave his mother the idea of giving him a set of drums, since he already had his grandfather's drumsticks.

"Can you please stop moving?" You talk with your hands over Rojas' eyes, with difficulty as he was now taller than you.

He sighs, placing his hands on his wrists. "Forgive me, cutie, I just don't like not seeing what's in front of me."

"If you'd let me guide you without moving, we'd be done with this in no time." You say through a laugh, he looked distressed, you notice the frustration when he sighs once more.

Then you turn him so he's facing you, and remove your hands from his eyes. "Hey, trust me... It's ok, if you don't like me covering your eyes I can come in there and call you when everything is ready. How's that?"

He smiles gratefully, "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your surprise"

You give him a light slap on the shoulder, "Don't be silly, you didn't ruin anything, I'll be right back… wait for me."

You say and he nods in agreement, running to his garage and closing the access door. "And don't even think about peeking, otherwise I'll get mad." Your scream comes out muffled, he doesn't avoid smiling silly at your attitude.

You arrange the drum set the way you think is right, after all the only thing you knew about it was the information that Warren had given, his mother was at work and gave you permission to show him his gift as soon as you got home from school, and you thanked the heavens because you couldn't stop saying you had a surprise for him since you met in the morning.

You put a bow on the bigger drum to decorate it, taking the drumsticks that you had taken from him without him noticing next to the object. You really hoped he would like it, hoping he hadn't read the signs wrong.

"Okay big boy, you can come in!" You give the green light, and he cautiously turns the doorknob as he enters. "Surprise!" You exclaim, pointing both hands at the gift.

"¡No mames!" He exclaims in pure shock, the smile on his face so big it makes you smile accordingly. He runs to you hugging you and lifting you in the air, you wrap your arms around his neck laughing with joy. "Damn girl, I love you!"

You smile so hard you could tear your cheeks, "I'm glad you like it, me and your mom scrambled to find the perfect one."

He looked at the drums like a happy child, afraid even to touch his new gift. He sat on the chair taking the sticks in his hands, testing each one of the drums.

You move closer to him, resting your chin on the top of his head, feeling his curls against your skin. "I love you too, by the way. Happy birthday."

✧.* 2 — as teenagers / early adulthood

You learned Spanish with Warren and Camila, but mostly with Rojas since you spent nights together since you were little, you used to hear him talking with the family always (bc you were always at his house) and ended up learning several words, your biggest difficulty was pronouncing them.

Warren introduced you to the band as soon as he joined, as that was where he would spend most of his time and it was infeasible for him to spend half of his time without you.

Eddie and you became quite close too, and this caused Rojas to be very jealous.

You were at every one of his gigs, always supporting him and cheering the loudest.

Your parents always said how cute you would look as a couple (mostly your moms bc they were your biggest shippers since day one), but you two always stressed that you were just friends.

Even though you were just friends, you were always mistaken for a couple, and you two always had to clarify with an embarrassed chuckle that you were best friends. Warren loved those moments, it was like he got a taste of what it would be like to be more than just your friend.

You and Warren got into the habit of talking at your windows at night, since your rooms face each other.

When you reached 15/17 years old, silly fights started to take place, mostly because you were jealous of the way he was becoming close and interested in other girls. It was almost unbearable to have to see this new face of your best friend, even more so when it came up when you noticed that you liked him.

"Why are you acting like that?" Warren says walking into your room, you sit by the window, ignoring his presence before you freak out.

"I honestly don't want to talk to you." Your voice embargoed, you wanted to cry with frustration.

"Did I do something?" He looked confused, you hated how his voice came out with concern. "Are you really going to ignore me?"

"What do you want me to say?" You turn to him, he notices your watery eyes, feeling your chest tighten.

"I want to know what happened, please, you know I don't like to fight with you."

You sigh, trying to muster up the courage to utter the thought that has been haunting you for days. "You're replacing me..."

"What?" He approaches you, and you allow him to hold your hands.

"You're replacing me with that girl, it's like I don't even exist anymore." The tears fall down your cheeks, and he feels pain seeing you like that.

"Oh no, hermosa, of course not!" He brings one of his hands to your cheek, stroking it as he looks into your eyes."It's me you forever."

"Well, I don't feel like it anymore." You mean it, and the words you utter are like a knife in his heart. "At least it doesn't look like it from your attitudes."

"You are very important to me, I don't want us to lose that…" His voice was like a whisper that flooded you with hope, maybe you weren't losing him like you thought. "I promise you it's me and you and no one will take your position in my life."

There were no secrets between the two of you, so when Warren stalled to tell you about their moving as a band to LA, you knew something was wrong. He was avoiding you, when you talked he avoided looking into your eyes, it was like tearing a part of him away from you and that's why he avoided telling you.

You hadn't had a decent conversation in days, you were hating the way he was avoiding you so had decided to take the actions to end it once and for all. You knew he'd be rehearsing one last time before the show they were opening an event in town, and making sure he made it backstage before heading out to enjoy the bar, you secured your access there with the help of Camila.

So there you were, impatiently waiting as you stared at the dressing room door, listening to the sound of them ringing like a muffled noise. Rojas felt his absence in the audience and his heart sank to notice that this was his first concert that you weren't watching, the thought that maybe you were upset that he had avoided you all week echoing through his mind more than the noise his sticks made when they collided with the drum.

He'd done it all on automatic, and he was grateful his muscle memory hadn't let him down at that point because Billy was going to fuck him up if he screwed things now. Frustrated, he splashes water on his face before leaving the bathroom, thinking about how he would justify himself to you when he sees you tomorrow.

He makes his way to the dressing room made available for the band, knowing he was probably the last one to go there to collect his belongings. He stops at the foot of the door when he notices a noise coming from inside, he checks once more the plaque nailed to the wooden object, ensuring that it was not the wrong door. But when he hears a loud crash of things falling he immediately turns the doorknob, finding himself face to face with you trying to pull a much bigger man off of you.

He doesn't remember exactly how, but the rage so blinded him that he only stopped when he saw his hand punching his face. He didn't take long to get into a fight with the man he had no idea who he was, what his purpose was there, he just knew you and knew that you were extremely uncomfortable in his presence.

"What's wrong with you man?" The guy says through one punch or another in his face, trying to hit Rojas.

"What's wrong with you, are you crazy?" He returns the question, irritated by the way he manages to be cynical. "Don't ever lay a finger on her again, you understand me?"

The man opens a cynical smile, Warren punches him in the face once more, who now feels the intensity of the punch and returns the blow. The drummer sees black for a few moments, before he pulls himself together by grabbing the man by his collar.

"Do you understand me?" You have never seen such great anger in your voice. "I can spend the day punching you if I have to."

The man looks at you as if he blames this whole situation on you, you avoid looking into his eyes, embarrassed and insecure. He gets up making his way to the door.

"Fuck, cutie, are you okay?" He holds your face in both hands, looking deep into your eyes for any sign. You pull him close, hugging him as if desperately seeking comfort. "Please give me a sign, I need to know if you're okay."

You break away from the hug, looking into his eyes, feeling safe. "You arrived at the right time, I'm fine, it was just a scare... I think."

"What are you doing here?" He asks lost, feeling the adrenaline draining out of him and the pain of the punches taking over.

"I needed to talk to you... You know? Without you avoiding me." You knew this wasn't the time for any sarcasm, but you couldn't help but let the annoyance emanate from your chest.

He drops his gaze, feeling embarrassed. You hold his hands, trying to pass security.

"What is going on?" You ask, stroking his hands in yours.

"There is something very complicated going on and I don't have— I don't know if I can tell you." His voice cracks, you recognize he's about to cry.

So your first act is to untangle your hands from his and bring them to his face, holding it with concern and hoping he sees that it was safe to be with you. "It's me and you."

"In our last gig we talked to a guy named Rod, remember?" You nod your head, ready to hear what he has to say. "And he told us that we have a lot of potential but that staying in Pittsburgh was going nowhere."

You can't disguise your trembling body, your breathing even becomes heavier, he closes his eyes without being able to look into yours when he finishes the sentence. "The best decision to make our dream come true is to go to LA, we have no alternative if we want to grow in this."

"Wow..." You utter with a sigh, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes. "It makes a lot of sense, there is indeed a place with more opportunities for you, do you already know where you are going to stay?"

"Not exactly…" He says amidst a humorless laugh. "We'll decide everything when we get there…"

"Warren…" You scold him, not for his decision to go but for the folly of going without plans. "Los Angeles is not Pittsburgh, you guys can't just leave without having a place to sleep, let alone without money."

"We're already packing our bags, Billy's looking forward to seeing everything." You knew he understood your point, and by the way he tried to bring the good side of the situation you knew that was a fear of him too.

"Just promise me that you'll only go after you know where you're going to live." You take his hands again, he nods. "Please Warren, I'm serious."

"I promise you cutie, I promise." He now has an easygoing expression on his face, as if your approval is all he wants. "I think I'm going to need your help to find a place though." He laughs and you don't hesitate to help him.

You helped "The Dunne Brothers" and Camila find a place to live. And with the help of your parents you got them a house to rent in Laurel Canyon, a relative of yours was renting after the death of a lady... The story was a bit morbid but it was what they could afford.

Watching Warren tear down the decor in his childhood bedroom where the two of you spent so much time and created so many memories was heartbreaking.

Warren moving was one of the craziest things in your life, it was actually losing a part of you. But it was more important to see that smile and the joy he felt playing with the band.

You watch from your bedroom window as Warren packs his van, your heart sinking every second he puts a new suitcase inside. You take a deep breath leaving your room, it was very difficult to hold back your tears even more as the urge to cry increased with each step of the stairs you went down. It was like a flashback to the first time you saw him, only now the moving truck was his Van, taking away what the truck brought you most precious.

You were alone at home, so not even your mother could give you a comforting hug in this very frustrating situation. You knew Rojas would leave in a few hours, the rain outside was getting heavier every minute which gave you a guarantee of a few more minutes because Rojas' mother would never let him travel in the rain.

So you take your time to bake cookies for your best friend, just like the first time. You didn't have any consolation for that moment, you cooked between tears remembering the good times imagining what life without Warren would be like, hating every scenario without him.

As soon as you finish the cookies, you pack them in a jar getting ready and trying to get yourself together for the moment you feared the most: The farewell.

You didn't mind the drops of water hitting your skin when you walked out of your house towards his, nothing seemed important when your world was going to change in seconds. You can see Rojas' curly hair in the distance, he seems to be fixing some things on the hood of his Van and you slowly approach.

You lean against the wall waiting to notice his presence, still with the cookies in your hand. He takes time but when he sees you standing there he opens a huge smile.

"Look who it is." He says opening his arms, going towards you, then he notices the pot in his hands and feels his legs weaken. "I can't believe you did this..."

You can't hold it anymore, tears come down your face out of control, you can't answer just stand there with your tears. He feels his heart sink, his body giving up, he goes to you and removes the bowl from your hands, putting it somewhere else.

"You know you just ask and I'll stay, right?" He whispers holding your face between his hands, you cry more with that statement. "I hate to see you cry..." He rests his forehead on yours, squinting his eyes.

You back out a little from him wiping your tears while trying to hold the others that wanted to go out.

"As much as I love having you here, I love seeing you happy. And that's why I would never ask you to do this." You utter, feeling your chest hurt, his absence being able to leave you breathless. "I just can't deny that I'm going to miss you so much."

"Me too princess, I don't know if I can live without you." He says now letting his tears fall, he notices with his face close to his a crazy desire to kiss you, as if he let this moment slip away he wouldn't have another one... At least not one like this one.

You notice him staring at you, interspersing between your mouth and your eyes now and then, their breathing becomes heavy as they think the same thing, the world seems to freeze waiting for the next action of the two of you.

As the world seems to freeze around the two of you, the weight of the moment becomes almost unbearable. The unspoken emotions hang heavy in the air, and a mixture of fear and longing grips both your hearts.

In that suspended moment, Warren's hand gently caresses your cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. His touch is tender, and his gaze holds a depth of emotion that words could never express. As you look into his eyes, you see a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, he leans in, closing the gap between you. His lips meet yours in a soft, delicate kiss. It's a kiss filled with years of friendship, the promise of what could be, and the bittersweet taste of farewell.

The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the softness of his lips against yours. It's a moment frozen in time, etched into your memory forever.

For that brief instant, it's just the two of you, wrapped in each other's presence and the unspoken words that bind your souls. The kiss speaks volumes, conveying all the love, affection, and sadness that words alone could never capture.

As the kiss ends, you both pull back, your foreheads still touching, trying to catch your breath. A mix of emotions swirls in your eyes - love, longing, and acceptance. You know that this kiss is a poignant farewell, but it also holds the promise of a future filled with possibility.

Warren gently whispers, "It's you and me, and nothing will change that."

When Rojas left with the rest of most of your friends it was like being lost, starting over without everything you've ever known. It was one of the most difficult phases of your life for sure.

After they left, you decided it was your time to move on, seek what you wanted for yourself, and that's when you moved to college.

Warren and you stayed in touch, through letters and phone calls all the time. It was more distant for sure, but it was better than nothing, a way to have him around.

Warren even though he was experiencing his dream once and for all, he felt it was incomplete without you by his side.Everything he saw that excited him he wanted to show you, but you weren't there, re-educating himself in a reality where you weren't was torturous.

✧.* 3 — the reunion

Pittsburgh wasn't your ideal place to live, and once you got accepted to college, you made a point of moving. After all, there was nothing holding you there.

Keeping in touch with Warren and the band wasn't difficult, you spent time in LA with them whenever you could (usually during your vacation).

You spent a few weeks with Camila while The Six were on the 'The Numbers' tour.

You finished your college when Camila gave birth to Julia, and you decided to travel there to support your friend in this difficult time. And that's when you saw Warren after months.

When you and Rojas meet again it was different from when you were younger, since the kiss things were, shall we say, different. It was as if things that were once simple for you, such as physical contact, sharing a bed, affectionate kisses, spontaneous hugs, now held a greater meaning. Simple things became loud causing your and his heart to race.

"You still wear that little bracelet I made you?" "It's like my good luck charm.."

You spent late nights talking to kill the longing, it was like coming home.

On one of those nights you smoked and talked while admiring the starry sky of LA. Warren shirtless as usual now was something that made you nervous, you wanted not to look at him with a different look, but it was difficult when he looked so beautiful like that.

You tried to avoid looking at him too much for fear of showing how you felt, so you usually talked looking straight ahead and not into his jabuticaba (It's a delicious Brazilian fruit, search it on Google if u want to) eyes.

"You know, there hasn't been a day since we've been apart that I haven't thought about you." He utters as he blows out cigarette smoke, your heart speeds up dramatically. "I miss you so much cutie."

"I miss you too, like crazy!" You then muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, and you could swear he was the most interesting thing in that whole town.

"I am so fucking happy that you are here with us." He stands up, grabbing one of your hands to twirl you around and hug you afterwards. "There's still time for you to come live with us, okay? My room will always fit the two of us."

Suddenly, you started to see him in a different light. It was like your friend became the hottest person in the world overnight, and let's be honest, you loved the new mustache.

And for him it was no different, he already had a huge crush on you but now with a grown look in his eyes it was as if his heart was beating in search of you.

You decided to be quiet about your growing feelings for him, because you were sure that they were one-sided. After all, you always saw him surrounded by groupies who could contain his attention more than you ever could (in your eyes), so your decision was to remain silent about your feelings.

But let's be honest if you knew he never bluffed when he said you were the woman of his life, you'd be sure you shouldn't even consider that you weren't an option for him. He was always madly in love with you, he was just trying to camouflage those feelings by dating other women because he thought it wasn't his option. In the end, it was just a big lack of communication.

He often admired your beauty and just stared at you for a long time. You always thought it was due to some drugs or because he was drifting in his thoughts, but he just loved to admire you.

You helped Warren stay excited about the band while Billy was in rehab.

When Warren got the job of cleaning boats in Malibu Harbor, his fixation on boats extended and you loved seeing his excitement about it, he even called you to go see some promising that one day when he bought yours he would take you to Mexico City.

As you spent a lot of time there, you managed to establish your life there with them and a few months later you moved to LA.

From the moment you moved in together, you became UNBEARably clingy. It was very normal for the two of you, but there were moments when you were closer than the real couples in that house.

Everyone in the house already knew you were crazy about each other, but they got tired of trying to prove their points to you two.

Camila was crazy for you guys to be together at once, and she was constantly trying to convince you two to talk about it. Warren was very afraid of ruining your friendship and you were convinced that he didn't like you that way.

"Why aren't you guys dating yet?" and you answer, "For the last time Cami, we are just friends, that's the way he sees me at least"

But then Warren answers, "Too afraid of losing the friendship."

Warren loved to see you enjoying their music, and he always asked you to dance with him to the record.

When Billy created honeycomb and Daisy made it a thousand times better, you went with them to meet the studio and give support.

It was becoming unbearable for him to hide what he felt for you, every time he had you close he wanted to kiss you, hug you and show you that he loves you with all his heart. And that's when he decided to call his mother and ask for advice, and she assured you that you two were made for each other and that telling you the truth would be the best decision.

✧.* 4 — finally, being a couple

Warren took advantage of one of his days off where only Billy and Daisy would record vocals, to ask you to go out on a boat (which he rented). You accepted without hesitation, after all, spending time with him was what you liked most.

"So? What do you think of the view?" He asks you when you admire the waves.

"It's so fucking pretty… my god." You complain with a huge smile on your face, and he feels like it was all worth it just to see your smile. "Now I understand your fixation on these boats, they are amazing!"

He holds your hand leading you to a place where you could both sit down to admire it better, he offers you a drink for you to have while you talk. He watches you more than meets the eye, as if you are all that matters to him. He spends a few minutes thinking about how to tell you how he feels, looking for the best ways to play this information that could change everything between you.

"Do you remember when we agreed that if neither of us found someone, we would stay with each other?" Warren says through a laugh, did you know he always laughed in situations where he was nervous.

Curious, you stop looking at the view to focus on him. "Yes… what about it?"

"What if I've found someone?" You feel your heart tighten, the lump in your throat grows and you struggle not to think you're stupid for thinking you'd have something one day.

"Oh… you did?" You open a smile clearly forcing, hoping your acting was better.

"Yes, but that will go against what we agreed…" He looks you in the eyes and you feel intimidated, like he's reading your soul.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What if my special someone is you?" Your eyes widen at his statement, he slowly approaches you.

"Rojas, I swear to God if you're trying to make a joke here..." His heart was beating wildly, his hands were sweating, he broke into a smile wetting his lips.

"I would never do that, come on." He takes one of his hands to your cheek, you feel his electric touch on you. "I've liked you since fourth grade."

"Are you serious?" You had a huge smile on your face, he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Everyone knew but you, cutie!" He speaks, moving closer and closer to you. "I am yours."

"Fuck Rojas, you're going to be the death of me." You pull him by the vest, since he clearly wasn't wearing a shirt, sealing your lips in an anxious, desperate and needy kiss.

After that day, you started dating, and then you had the free pass to be the most unbearable couple in that house.

Every day, remembering your passion for flowers, Rojas would bring you a different flower and a bag of seeds for you to plant in your own garden.

Every day when Warren came home from a tiring day at work, you kissed his forehead assuring him you had done a good job, and put ice on his hands to help him get through the pain of calluses.

One day when you were upset, your boyfriend and best friend showed you a bunch of dandelions to give to you.

"Why on earth are you holding this baby?" You ask with a small smile, and he's quick to kiss your lips like he misses you every second of the day he spent away from you.

"When we were little I used to give them to you when you were sad, I figured it would help." He says shyly, holding the bouquet out to you.

"Fuck, I love you so much." You kiss him one more time, feeling like no one understands you as much as he does.

After Warren and you got together, you found out that both your fathers had made several big bets about how long it would take for you to get together (your dad won). And your mothers were already very sure that this would happen at some point, so they didn't even waste time with a bet.

When you guys went to Pittsburgh, you alternated between sleeping at his house and yours, to spend time with both families.

You and Rojas adopted a kitten, he gave her to you for your birthday and you named her snowflake.

When your relationship became public to fans of 'Daisy Jones and The Six' Warren couldn't stop bragging about you, because he was so fucking happy to have you as his girlfriend that he wanted the world to know. Every opportunity he had he mentioned you in interviews, for example.

Warren spent his days on tour missing you desperately, and every time he could send someone to pay for the tickets so you could meet them in the middle of the tour, it was horrible for him to go without you.

You guys often recreate traditions that you used to do as children.

Rojas loved to show affection to you in different ways. Sometimes he caught you by surprise cooking, kissing your shoulders. He started to learn the way you liked to relax, to massage you, to pamper you in different ways.

You surprised him several times at the studio when you found out he was going to have a busy day, taking food he loved and keeping him company on the days you could.

Warren loved to leave notes for you around the places he knew you would go.

"Te amo hermosa, it's you and me"

Forehead/temple/hand kisses all the time (he often says goodbye with a little peck on the lips and as always kissing your knuckles).

Warren calls you several times to find out how you are, if you're having a good day, if you ate well. Always very affectionate.

You went on the Aurora Tour with a "Drummer's Girl" T-shirt

Every time you saw Rojas interacting with Julia your heart warmed imagining you as parents.

Rojas tried to cook for you but since he wasn't the best at it, he started to buy you breakfast.

You have movie nights at home, complete with popcorn and your favorite films, and snuggle on the couch.

As your boyfriend is the most electric soul on the earth, you always engage in playful arguments or competitions, like who can build the tallest tower out of cards. You guys even keep a score on it.

You have a collection of inside jokes from your childhood that still make you laugh.

You explore and engage in shared hobbies or interests, like painting, hiking, or playing board games.

You create photo albums together, capturing your favorite moments and memories.

He gives you heartfelt compliments and always makes you feel appreciated.

Warren avoids leaving for work without saying goodbye, he always says goodbye with a kiss on your lips and one on your hand.

"Te amo hermosa, hasta luego".

You occasionally surprise each other with small thoughtful gifts, like a book, a favorite snack, or flowers.

You have a bedtime ritual, like reading to each other or sharing the highlights of their day before drifting off to sleep.

You plan regular date nights, going to the movies, having dinner at a new restaurant, or doing something fun and exciting together.

Rojas made you watch Rollerball uncountable times.

Warren always buys you records, as he loves to see you sing and listen to music.

Sometimes you help each other choose outfits for special occasions, offering fashion advice and compliments.

You volunteer together for a cause you care about, supporting your community and making a positive impact

Sometimes you and the rest of the band have impromptu karaoke sessions at home, singing duets and dancing around the living room.

On lazy afternoons, you take cozy naps together, snuggled up under a warm blanket.

Usually you always take a day for the two of you, where you escape on his boat for a weekend alone. And it was on one of those days that he asked you to marry him

The starry sky was above you, you watched in silence as you listened to the waves crash against Warren's boat. He pulls you closer to him, smelling you and kissing your hair from time to time, and you rested calmly on his chest.

"Remember when I put a ring pop on your finger when we were five? You know, as my way of proposing to you?" He asks between a yawn, you had your eyes closed, feeling the emotion of the moment, the cold breeze against the body covered only by the covers.

"…I do yeah, that was actually very cute, baby" You say kissing his lips for a moment, not noticing that one of his hands has gone into the pocket of his vest lying beside him.

"What would you do if, hypothetically, I were to get down on one knee and put a real ring on your finger?" He whispers with his forehead pressed against yours, you feel your body weaken at his words, your heart almost stopping in your mouth.

"Warren Rojas I swear to God—" You start to talk but he interrupts you.

"Would you say yes like you did all of those years ago, with no hesitation?" His smile was bigger with each word spoken, you feel the tears in your tear duct threatening to come out.

He takes the ring into view, waiting for your response with a nervousness in him. "Marry me?"

"Absolutely, my love." You kiss him, sealing your promise and the hope of the incredible life you will have from now on.

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Please do let me know if anyone else has done an analysis of this already as I’m sure it would be more detailled (and coherent), but I wanted to look at the immediate presentations of heaven and hell in the first episode of Good Omens and how they are both made pretty uncomortable.

While the set design of heaven is pretty cold and uninviting, it doesn’t neccessarily feel openly hostile from some people’s perspectives. Instead, I think they show how weird heaven is through the choice of lens:

They use a pretty wide lens throughout most of the scene- definitely under 50mm and probably under 35mm (I guess 18-24). For those who haven’t been cursed with Technical Film Knoweldge this sort of causes the same effect as those pictures you may have seen when people use the ‘0.5′ lens on a phone to take a close picture of a person’s face. We feel really close to the actors, like we are practically breathing in each others’ faces.

Different lenses cause different types of warp(?) on an image- to my very basic understanding a wider lens (18-35ish) makes faces look thinner and unnatural, while a closer lens (50+) makes faces look wider and closer to how we view them with our eyes. I use this information to console myself when I don’t like how I look in pictures- it’s probably the type of lens.

This wide angle lens also helps heaven to look really empty:

Aziraphale (and his surroundings) are squished thinner to show the rest of the surroundings which makes heaven seem so much more vast.

Typically you may hear that placing the camera at a low angle makes the characters in the shot seem more powerful, but I wouldn’t necessarily say this is true for either of the two wide shots here. Instead, it just feels uncomfortable, as if the audience is watching from a little too far back, and from a weird perspective.

To summarise, heaven may look clean and smiley, but the wide lens and low angle makes the characters seem warped and off-putting, even if the audience can’t put their finger on it.

Hell, on the other hand, immediately looks hostile.

The flies, the low saturation (~absence of bold colours), the cold greenish tint of lighting. Gross.

In this instance, however, a closer lens is used. I presume something like a 50mm? This is a lot closer to what our eyes see naturally and a more typical lens to use for these types of shots, so we (the audience) are more accustomed to this sort of visual language.

The camera is virtually at eye-height from the start of the scene as well. It’s just a lot more comfortable to look at, even if the costumes/set depicted are a lot more slimy.

I just found it really interesting how both heaven and hell have a comfortable aspect, and an uncomfortable aspect. It sort of drives home the themes about greyness- it would be almost hypocritical to introduce heaven with relatively comfortable colours, set, and cinematographical language, and to introduce hell with gross colours, set, and cinematographical language.

They don’t stick to this throughout the whole season, possibly for good reason possibly not (ie I haven’t made up a reason for it yet) but I thought the attention to detail in this introduction was really cool!

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Okay alright part 2 ive seen now. I think i can start to scribble down some rambly thoughts. Spoilers for Oceanic Magica against the volcanic witches part 1 and 2.

So this is going in a very different direction than I was expecting. First chapter, I wasn’t a big fan of this whole oceanic and volcanic witches segregation thing. Thought it was quite silly and that it made the witch part of the universe feel less diverse. Now my stupid ass is realizing that’s exactly the point.

So world of ice is currently more of a fantasy political drama. The world of the witches is divided between two parties that already don’t get along well which each other. They try their best to cooperate and make the magic world inhabitable and not destroy their entire system, but as we saw in the court of law in chapter one, it’s difficult. Both sides are screaming at each other during a legal session, can you imagine how their political debates are??

Their legal system is in shambles, as we saw when they tried to prosecute Magica and Grilla. The judges are 2 people, both incredibly biased to their own side, trying to make every session come out in their own favor. Magica literally gets a lighter sentence because she personally knows one of the judges.

The tensions between sea and volcanic witches are pretty high throughout their entire society (it seems they just get out more in court. Kinda like with football in our world), as we see in the second chapter as well. When the 7-2 volcanic witches arrive at Roberta’s (LETS GOOO BTW ROBERTA GOATED why is she so tall though) house and a bunch of sea witches arrive to help her, they immediately grab the chance to insinuate negative assumptions about them. And to make it even more clear, we have our villain proclaiming everything is going according to plan. Like it wasn’t obvious enough.

So let me lay it down ever more obviously. Basically it’s: witch society= two party system that doesn’t work. Bad guy is trying to stir up as much polarization as possible by framing two people from both factions as having committed a terrible crime. Those two people are Magica and Grilla fugitive lovers running away together trying to bring justice to the table and fix society. The whole ice world thing is just a metaphor for problems that we refuse to solve because we’d rather make the other look bad than working together.

So thats the basic gist of it for now. Im especially curious to see how Enna will handle it at the end. Now lets talk about the other fun stuff.

Grilla and Magica are still gay

Some nice character moments that are probably set ups for later (like how magica completely changes character the moment she sees the number one dime. Great scene now that i looked at it again)

Of course it’s not all politics. We also have a lot of great action sequences. And its still a MAGIC society in which this stuff is happening, and its all delightful.

AND ROBERTA KSKSBEKSKSM For some reason Facciotto made her like twice Magica’s height. Look at this.

They used to be the same height now magica has to stand on a stone WHAT DID THEY FEED HER

But I like Roberta she’s a sea witch which eh we’ll see how that turns out. Interesting that she has a whole island for herself. I thought she was more of a traveler. But nothing actually matters except for the fact that shes here and i love her.

Irma is in the magic equivalent of Coral Island. (OR IS SHE??? Oooooohh mysterious who is the figure walkinga round in her house then?) She looks like Juniper from pkna. I guess prison just makes you look younger. I’m gonna sit in a cell for a few weeks and see if my skin has gotten nicer.

The prison looks cool. I wouldn’t mind if it’s gonna be the main setpiece for next week. It honestly looks more interesting than Coral Island already but that could also be recensy bias.

Scrooge is a huge dick which is fun. Feels very Barks. Magica’s line to him: “I’m not a good person, but I would never want to get rich by profiting off a dying world”(very loose translation but thats the general vibe) is great. I’m not expecting anything special with him (he’a just a side character here after all), and you already know when he comes back he will have realized what is right and use what he got for good, but it’s still a nice classic Scrooge thing. It’s at least not DT17 or Rosa Scrooge. I’m sorry I love Gervasio but I’ve just seen too much Rosa Scrooge lately, so this is nice.

Have we talked about Facciotto yet? I feel like I have but I forgot. Doesnt matter because Facciotto deserves all the praise he can get. This is 100% his best work yet. Every single panel looks absolutely stunning. Feels like a completely different art style compared to like 10 years ago. New Facciotto begins here guys.

His designs for the new ocean witches are great too. Character wise i don’t really care that much, same with the volcanic witches. They kind of all blend together except for obvs Grilla.

So that was weekly rambly magica thoughts from me. Remember to ocean your witches okay love you bye

[rosenfey]

Hello!

I am in awe of your edits and gifs !!! :0

I wanted to try making my own, but I have no idea where to start tbh - do you have any pointers or advice for a good tutorial? Or what programs you use?

I am especially interested in making gifs for bg3, aha.

Hi there, first of all thank you so much! I'd be happy to help, so I made a little tutorial that basically depicts my process. Full disclosure, this is the way I make gifs, so it may differ from how other creators make them. :3 I use Photoshop CC 2018, but the process should be similar in different versions as well.

Things to keep in mind:

gif sizes: when making gifs you should make sure their size is no larger than 10 MB (as of currently), since otherwise tumblr will not be able to post them. the best way to lower gif size is to lower the amount of included frames. you can simply delete them in the Timeline window.

gif dimensions: to avoid tumblr resizing your gifs and turning them into a blurry mess, keep their width 540px when posted one above other, or 268px if you want to post two gifs side by side. the height doesn't matter as long as you keep the width as mentioned above

psds and recolors: I use extensive recoloring on my gifs which includes filters like color balance, selective color, gradient fill, hue/saturation, curves and more. many creators offer their own psds as a free download so you can use them for your gifs but these will usually require some manual adjustments as your giffed scenes could have a different lighting situation going on. this tutorial is focused more on the actual "making" of a gif, but I would be happy to make another one that would be more about the actual coloring I make :3

With that being said, let's go! Read on for the full tutorial.

First, you need to know how to actually make a gif. For recording purposes, I use the GeForce experience app since I have an Nvidia GPU, but there are many other programs online that you can use to record footage of your games. Basically, we want to make a short video that we will then turn into a gif in PS.

Once you have a suitable footage, open up PS and go to File → Import → Video Frames to Layers...

You will see a window like this. It's possible your recorded footage would be longer than the accepted file size of a gif, so you should choose which parts of the video you want to include (you can see them as two little arrows under my video here). Once everything is in order, hit OK.

Now it's time to resize the gif, I usually use 540x250 for my scenery gifsets, but as I said, it's the width that matters. Since I am planning to post this gif on its own, I chose 540.

Now it's editing time for me, but you can choose to do this after you sharpen the gif, which will be depicted later. I love pastel pink colors so I used selective color / color balance here to make it more pink, and several levels / curves layers to up the brightness more and make it look more pastel and "washed out", but this all comes down to personal preference naturally!

Sharpening a gif is optional, but it makes it look much more crisp, so I highly recommend it! First, you want to go to your Timeline (if missing, you can re-enable it through Window → Timeline), click the menu icon, and Select all Frames. Now we need to do the same for our layers (you can do this by selecting the first layer, holding shift down and clicking the very last layer).

After you have both your Layers and Frames selected, go back to Timeline, click the menu button again and choose Conver to Video Timeline.

Now go to Filters → Convert to Smart Filters. You can ignore the pop-up message or choose to click the prompt to never display it again. After that go back to Filter → Sharpen → Smart Sharpen.

You can see the settings I use here. Hit OK and ur done!

Now we want to save the gif. Go to Export → Save for Web (Legacy). In earlier versions of PS it might be simply listed as Save for Web. It may take the gif a few seconds to load, depending on the size. In the pop-up window, make sure your looping options are set to Forever.

And with that you are done! If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me. :3

Unsharpened version:

And sharpened:

[scribe-of-hael]

What would happen if ES Optimus and Megatron ended up in the Transformers Prime AU?

What are the TFP characters reaction to a seemingly nicer Megatron?

In reality ES are pretty small since they kind align with g1 size! Its not their fault tfp are stupidly big. Tfp megs i believe is like 30ft tall, KO is about 21ft in comparison. But for their sake I'll bump them up to a tfp kinda height xD we grow during dimensional travel for science reasons.

ofc Tfp Optimus knows somthing up cause they are there and takes them back depsite knowing that one is a Megatron but clearly isn't his megs.

who's sus? Rachet sus ,because rachet is rachet and that is what he do lol the prime team are weary of Megs. But it comes very clear that this Megs isn't at all like theirs. Its kinda wierd for them to talk to him but God is ot nice to have a Megatron who's not trying to kill you. I think Arcee and Racehet are sus and weary. Which Meg i think would understand he's had to deal with this hesitation by others bots for a while of think.

How do I think the bots would be less inclined to avoid ES megs. The kids ofc! And megs knows how to talk to the kids and has some good practice with Moe and Robbie. He's acutally happy the kids (looking at Ralph and Miko , and eventually Jack) come to talk to him.

Seeing his gentle nature alrund the kids when their megs wouldn't even think twice about crushing them sets everyone at Ease.

Miko is fighting for a ride in his alt mode , she's so exicted. I think its adorable.

Bee , arcee , Bulkhead and yes you too raceht come around to Megs a bit.

Optimus is already very happy to see that yes, a megs can change. And he enjoys tlaking to him and the other op.

oh God I'm now seeing that tfp seeing megs might just fuel his thoughts of "My Megatron can change, I can help him change!" No sweetheart you can't and both ES megs and op agree that their megs is CRAZY.

don't let THE MEGS. MEET. PERIOD. DO NOT. it would such an epic fight let's be real. ES megs is just utterly disgusted that this who who he is here. Who he probably could have become the damage he caused. It makes Megs angery.

Though tfp megs is also disgusted that ES would change, give up the war and join Optimus of all people. The shame ES megs feels seeing Starscream get basically beat up by Megs. (Oof megs maybe you should properly apologize to your star because YEAH IT DOENST LOOK GREAT FROM THE OUSTIDE DOES IT?)

But when comes to TFP op, its a bit harder. Cause ofc tfp op is light hearted here and there but he's a very serious individual, he very much a noble leader and we don't get to many light hearted moments because of how serious the situation is in prime. But ES is extremely more light hearted, dare I say goofy, he's an old man/dad. Some of ES jokes go over tfp head but its ok. He gentle explains and TFP learns lol

See the difference in personality is one scene.

"Hey Optimus wanna see somthing funny?"

Tfp: No (being honest and not trying to be hurtful he just don't wanna that ok, but he seriosu )

ES: Oooo! Of course ! Is it the monkey video? I love that one ! (Interested, indulges even if he may not understand, he wants to see funny meme)

Optimus is having a fun time seeing different versions of himself while Megs is reminds ...right...I'm still bad most of the time in other universes and I still have alot to work on.

[glassprism]

Hiii, the Busan POTO run has just ended. Do you have any thoughts/reviews on the Korean cast yet? How about the Chinese cast? Thanks your blog is amazing.

Sure, why not, I was saving these for something else, but I can give a quick review of the cast.

For Korea, I have not viewed Kim Ju-taek because I'm hoping for video of him somewhere down the line. Similarly, I have not seen Choi Jae-rim because he hadn't even started yet. Finally, most of the footage I saw was from some of the first performances by the cast, so just keep in mind that there's lots of room for them to grow and improve. All right, here we go.

Cho Seung-woo - Unique! His voice was a bit different from what I expected: a little harsher and rougher (thicker?) than what I'm used to, but still powerful. I also thought he was less of the commanding, seductive Phantom and more of a pathetic, unhinged one, and definitely came off as an older Phantom who had gone through a lot in his past experiences. For example, his 'Music of the Night' was a little more aloof than other actors, but he was very good at sounding weepy and pitiable when the scene called for it. He had a great moment too in the 'Final Lair' kiss where he gently removed Christine's hand from touching his face before slowly backing away. Finally, I don't know if he's short or his particular Christine was tall, but it was really interesting to see a Phantom and Christine that were basically the same height (I think she blocked his entire face during the "Floating, falling" blocking, ha).

Jeon Dong-seok - Incredible, possibly my favorite of the Korean Phantoms right now. He was definitely more conventional in his acting and vocals than Cho Seung-woo, but at the same time, it was a splendid performance. He really embodied the commanding, sensual, alluring air of the Phantom, helped by his powerful voice. His focus was always on Christine, even when he was being scary (and yeah, he definitely leans more towards being the angry, raging Phantom when things don't go his way). Had some neat touches already, like bowing to Christine before she starts vocalizing in the title song and wiping a tear off her face in the 'Final Lair'. It was also interesting for me to compare him to his performance in Yeston and Kopit's Phantom, where it's basically night and day: he's a hilariously awkward yet lovably dorky Phantom there, and an absolutely frightening (though still darkly attractive) Phantom in ALW.

Song Eun-hye - Of the Christines, she was the sweet and innocent one of the two, lots of big, scared eyes, pitying expressions, and tearful gazes. Her voice was lovely (I think all the Christines I'm going to review here had very pretty but also very similar voices, tending towards light and classical), and I think she played Christine with a sort of wistful, melancholy feeling, like she was perpetually grieving the loss of her father, and that she only feels real joy when she sings. Her relationship with the Phantom, accordingly, also feels more creative and spiritual than romantic. I saw her with Cho Seung-woo, who also comes off as an older Phantom anyway, so I think that accentuated that aspect of her performance.

Son Ji-soo - I liked both Korean Christines, but if I had to pick, I enjoyed Son Ji-soo slightly more; I think she showed a lot more growth and was also much more reactive towards her co-actors (one thing about Song Eun-hye is I started to feel like she only had one or two facial expressions the whole time). She definitely leans more towards the feisty Christine type, but still with a lighthearted, youthful spirit; similarly (and maybe it's because I watched her with Jeon Dong-seok, who comes off as a younger Phantom), I did think she was more "into" the Phantom as a romantic option.

Lastly, for Song Won-geun and Hwang Gun-ha, I thought they were both very nice Raouls (they had a sweet moment where they rested a hand on Christine's cheek during 'All I Ask of You') but didn't entirely stand out to me. (Which is going to be a theme with the Raouls in this quickie review.) They weren't bad, they were just... decent. Hopefully some more time in the show will make them more memorable!

All right, that's most of the trio for Korea done. (Also, so nice to see the original back, with stuff like the Golden Angel, the doubles, and the non-stupid version of 'Point of No Return'.) Now then...

So before I get to China, some more caveats. First, no thoughts on Ma Jia because he just got added to the production. Second, most of the videos I have were a bit distantly shot, so I was relying more on vocals than acting for a lot of it, which is why I'm just going to clump the roles together; I don't really have enough to say to justify a whole paragraph for each. Third, this was the first stop of what's going to be a pretty long tour, so again, lots of room to improve. Having said all that, here's some quick thoughts.

Starting from the people I have the least to say about: the Raouls. Yeah, I don't remember much of any of them, heh. Similar to the Korean Raouls, they were fine! They did the role. I think I slightly preferred Li Chenxi, he seemed the most passionate, and I remember Ma Tianlong standing out a bit because his voice seemed a bit deeper? And nothing for Zhao Chaofan, but with all of them, hopefully that's just something that will improve with time.

My favorite of the Chinese Phantoms was definitely Ayanga; he just did the most in terms of emoting with the role and throwing his energy into the character, and sang 'Music of the Night' quite interestingly (like, he put some really long inflections or drawn out noises on them). Unfortunately, neither He Liangchen nor Liu Lingfei stood out much, and I honestly thought they were both pretty boring up until the 'Final Lair', where they were able to bring more emotion. I think He Liangchen came off a little angrier while Liu Lingfei came off a little more insane, but I might be getting that switched, ha.

Finally, the Christines were all nice, sweet, clear voices, and there was some variety in their performances. For Yang Chenxiuyi, she felt more like an "Act I" Christine in that she was more emotive in Act I, and sold the innocent, naive aspect of her character, whereas in Act II, I thought she was less interesting. Pan Hangwei was the complete opposite, I thought she was pretty dull in Act I, but in Act II she really showed the fear, the passion, and the strength to Christine (vocally, at any rate). Also, she threw her score in 'Notes II' so hard it flew under the managers' table, so kudos to her for that. And finally, Lin Shao (my favorite) was just great in both acts, consistently emotional and bringing forth the sweetness of Christine in Act I, her fascination with the Phantom, then later her desperation, her growth, and her maturity as she faces him in the 'Final Lair'.

So there you have it. Also, can I say that it's so weird to hear Phantom in a language other than English and be able to understand parts of it? Like, I am not used to this. Is this what other people have? How do y'all deal with it...

[kobiiioo]

hanpunk and headcanons ⁉️🤯

ok ok so i absolutely need to talk about hanpunk’s first impression because because because

IT’S JUST SO FUNNY HOW THEY THINK SO DIFFERENTLY ABOUT EACH OTHER

WARNING AGAIN BC

just so yk that all the things below are head canons so don’t hate me 😬

lihan’s first impression of hobie:

after going on a mission with him, she literally dislikes him LMFAO

I’M NOT EVEN JK SHE’S HELLA PISSED OF HIM LIKE-

she realizes in that moment that she can’t even stand being in the same room with that guy or she’ll explode, especially due to their differences ; personality, beliefs, way of thinking.. they’re just different in every single way possible.

she’s just like that one scene in atsv where hobie introduces himself amd miles goes “this guy is killing me.” IT’S LITERALLY HER IN THAT MOMENT TOO. SHE HAD THE SAME IMPRESSION OF HOBIE LIKE MILES DID AT FIRST

but it’s nothing about jealousy or anything but just because they’re so different.

she also thinks that at some point, he’s not really responsible since hobie is a guy who likes to do things his way and if it doesn’t go the way he wants it he just won’t do it.

though he’s part of the SS and works under miguel, yall know how pissed miguel was just seeing him; lihan feels the same 💀

she doesn’t specifically hates him ?? she just thinks that they would never really get along and thinking of it, she’s kind of close minded since the universe she lives in is very conservative and close minded as well so she’s not very used with new things and automatically thinks if someone is very different to her, they’ll never get along.

but overall, she just doesn’t want to be associated with him or get involved with him in anything at all, she just doesn’t like him 😭

hobie’s first impression of lihan:

actually,

he had no specific thoughts or any opinion about her 😭

i don’t think he’s the type to really care about what people think about him and he probably isn’t interested in people in the first place, nor does he judge people’s first impression

i kind of feel like he doesn’t really believe in “first impression” things because it’s what your gut tells you about a person but it can turn out to be wrong so he stays neutral abt it ykwim ?

no? okay. 😔

also since this man is just ginormous, he’d literally see anybody smaller than him as cute even when there aren’t much height differences and since he’s tall asf he just loves to take this as an advantage to mess with people.

if you’re smaller than him he’d DEFINITELY make fun of how small you are just because he’s a gigantic twig 😰

so yeah, that’s kinda how he sees lihan when she gets mad at him and starts yelling at him, slapping his back (literally like asian moms idc). he’s just having a blast bc it looks like she’s overreacting/dramatizing.

and after going on that first mission together, he thought he could make her loosen up a bit and be silly as usual since she was all tensed and angry that day, thinking she was just stressed being new at the HQ.

so him actually saying hi and trying to interact with her was actually an act of kindness, so she won’t really feel alone and he could help her adapt here to socialize with other spider people (sobbing so hard rn they are so freaking adorable💔).

but ofc doing that only made her even more angry

and ngl,

he enjoys seeing her like that.

it’s just hilarious to him that when she’s actually mad, she doesn’t do or say anything. she just stays silent and is wayyy calmer than when she’s just pissed and would just walk away from him. the only emotion she really can’t hide is anger. it’s literally written on her face and you can see the anger boiling inside of her which hobie loves to see that because it’s so unlike her to not keep her calm.

anw, he doesn’t really have a strong opinion on her like she has on him.

he’s literally chill with anybody whether they like him or not, he doesn’t get bothered or uncomfortable by that he’s really indifferent to her. (he’s the standard yall.)

the only opinion he has on her is that he definitely finds her funny in general and especially when she gets mad bc he likes to get a reaction out of her and that’s literally it. she’s literally his favorite comedian 😭

alrightieee thats all i just felt the need to talk about them so !! let me be delulu guys 🤭😍🙌🙌

[bluebudgie]

So after messing this up in the last playthrough, I got to recruit Gilbert in Drakenhold this time.

The Drakenhold storyline comes with some interesting sibling dynamics (Travis+Berengaria, Hilda+Primm, Gilbert+Aramis) and I especially love the juxtaposition of the first and last pairs' reunions right after one another.

Travis and Berengaria do not start off on the best terms, they clearly have some past matters to chew on, but when they finally make up it's such a sweet and heartfelt scene.

That little hug after them talking things through. Way to make me feel things about characters I didn't really care for up to that point.

Coincidentally, one of the other siblings shows up in the scene and boy. The vibes are rancid, may I say.

Go off, passive agressive king. On that note, I felt like this one sounded even more bitter in the German localization.

"It's bitter to be abandoned. Especially by a loved person."

Anyway, he does have a good reason to feel this way. Six years ago the kingdom got invaded, his father died in battle and in the same breath his brother, the crown prince, "went missing" without a word (aka, decided to go "yea no screw those royal duties I'm out of here bye").

How old is Gilbert exactly? With his height and some characters calling him "kid" (which I believe isn't literal, but still), is he even 18? Like, how old was he six years ago when he was left alone in the middle of the kingdom's invasion?

Anyway the two long-lost siblings get to reunite after Soldraga is liberated, and it's.... stiff. Expectedly so.

Yup, sure is. On that note, it makes absolutely no difference in meaning but I still find it interesting the German version opts for the wording "I thought you were dead".

"Where have you been all these years?"

Anyway Aramis gives him the brief overview; how the army fell in battle, their father died, and out of shame of facing the kingdom's people after his failure he decided to take on a new name and go undercover. Gilbert does try to tell him their father's death isn't his fault, but that discussion goes kinda nowhere.

I don't know if it's just a language thing but despite meaning the exact same thing I always feel like the German translation comes off as ever so slightly more snarky. Maybe that's a me thing though.

Aramis pins his return on being coerced by Alain (and Virginia might I add), so... very clearly not out of his own good will to clear things up with his little brother.

I also can't help but notice that for a lot of their conversation Aramis either keeps his eyes averted from Gilbert, or his back turned to him.

It's not all entirely unloving though. They do try.

I'm fairly certain it's implied in the German translation as well, but still I find it interesting there is no "I'm proud of you" in there. "You're doing well. Father surely is proud of you."

Anyway, one exchange about who of the two is worthy of ruling the kingdom later Aramis decides it's time to leave again. Gilbert then announces he will join the liberation army to fight at his side. Despite his big brother's objections.

Finally a little bit of lighthearted bickering at the end of their conversation.

Still it's all very... well, Lou and I called it "constipated". The entire conversation feels very impersonal. It's all very much about the kingdom, about rulership. After six years apart there is no "I'm glad to see you", no "I missed you". It makes sense given the situation. It makes sense for their characters. I like that it was written this way. And I like it as a contrast to the very sweet sibling reunion that happens right before.

[villainessprefect]

title: The Magic of Movies

summary: How does one get Idia to talk? Vil knows that certain movies can get him going.

ship: IdiaVil

word count: 1,135

note: I dont drop the movie/game title but its p much Silent Hill. anyway I just wanted to try writing this ship lol

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If there is one thing Vil can share with Idia, it's a love for movies. While their reasons for the art differ, it still brings them together.

One enjoys being on stage, being filmed. Vil enjoys becoming someone else and pushing himself to new heights. All eyes are on him, captivated, breathless, mesmerized at what he will do next. For a moment, he becomes someone else. Of course, he also enjoys the history of the industry and those who once stood on the same stage. It's fascinating to learn from seniors and surpass them.

Meanwhile, Idia could care less about the acting scene. He appreciates the actors, the characters that blossom to life as their story is told. Live actions are a little blander in his eyes. Animation is stunning. There's more to explore, unimaginable things that could not be captured in other forms of storytelling. Escaping into another world, and finding comfort in a character, even for a couple of hours helps him get by.

Despite his obvious interest in animation, Vil is still surprised at the variety of films Idia has watched. Whether it be on a whim or following an idol or current interest, he can hold himself with the classics. He's not as lively when speaking of him, but the fact that he knows is enough for Vil. And it's almost shocking to find out that Idia has watched one of his movies. Well, not too shocking, really. Why wouldn't Idia be interested in anything he stars in?

"...I know there's only so much you can pack into a two-hour movie and keeping the main plot is fine, but still?! They change so much! I guess it is better to have two protags instead of one running around since dialogue with one character would be awkward. The portrayal of the other world being parallel to ours is pretty neat. In game, you're usually going back and forth, so this is like a new version that probably got cut. Wouldn't make sense lore-wise, ya know?

"Aside from the obvious fanservice, the movie is still enjoyable to watch IMO. Normies who aren't familiar with the series get a taste while enjoying some cheap horror gimmicks. They'll never get to experience the true atmospheric horror the game can offer. Heh. If they're terrified of that version they wouldn't stand a chance of playing the original games. Ah man, makes me wanna whip out the game now. The second game may be better, but you can't beat the classic that started it all."

Vil keeps quiet as Idia speaks to his heart's content. It's absolutely beautiful seeing his passion ignite over one thing. The usual timid male explodes into a fiery mess when speaking about topics he's well acquainted with. The queen notes the little things about him that change too. How he stands taller, speaks louder, and keeps his eyes on his. There's also the noticeable change in his fiery locks. The blue flames that are barely a wisp seem to burn, shining brighter and even turning to another hue entirely.

Seeing Idia like this makes Vil proud. He knows that he has it in him to be assertive and strong, he's seen it before. All it takes is a little push. If he can fan the flames he can watch them grow right before his very eyes.

Unfortunately, this burst of growth never lasts forever.

Idia blinks, whimpers. He slouches and brings his hands together as his eyes dart around his room.

"S-Sorry. I know you told me to give you a b-brief synopsis of the movie. B-But I just...that series..."

Idia holds his breath. He was more than happy to talk about one of his favorite games being adapted into a movie. There's always a lot to say about them, especially from a gamer's perspective. He just feels bad for rambling and going off-topic. At least he hadn't gotten into the more grotesque aspects of the series. That was a bullet he managed to dodge thanks to a QTE. Someone as interested in beauty as Vil would never be interested in the abnormal and weird.

Then again, Vil did find him beautiful and he was just that.

Vil waves a hand, unbothered by his rant. Carefully, he tests the waters and rests his hand over Idia's. He doesn't flinch, only gulps. Golden eyes try to maintain the focus they once had on his lavender ones.

"I know the main actress in that movie," Vil starts. "She didn't know the game beforehand."

"Of course, casual."

"But. She did play during her free time. She couldn't make it too far into the game but promised she would finish it. She spoke to me about the changes but enjoyed them. The intended audience was not just old fans, but new ones as well. You can imagine that she was one of the latter."

"I d-don't know about acting like you, but...I did like her character."

"Even if there are discrepancies between the original and adaptation, if you watch closely you can still feel the heart of a character."

Idia nods, silently. The realization of his rambles caused him to hold back. Yet, he still has to ask.

"Have you ever played the game?"

"Unfortunately, no. That was a home console game, was it not?"

"Ah, yeah..." Idia isn't surprised. Learning that Vil dabbles in games from time to time is surprising. But that's old news. Now it's picking about what games he plays and what he's willing to play. An actor always on the move would be more interested in handheld games.

"W-Well...I do have a copy of it. Would you..." Idia takes in a breath. "W-Would you like to...W-We can play it whenever you're free! It is a one-player game though, so, uh, if you'd want me to speedrun it just for the story I can a-and fill you in on everything as we go..."

"Hmm..." Vil closes his eyes, thoughtfully. "Perhaps I can give it a go?"

"I can explore areas and- wait, wait wait. You want to play it?!" Idia gasps. "I-I mean, you're free to, of course!"

"What's with that look? Don't think I can handle it?"

"N-No! The early games have difficulty setting options, so even newbies can play. I-It's just a little hard trying to envision you playing a survival horror game." Idia sports a challenging grin. "But can you handle the hell that this game offers? The graphics may be old, but the monsters still hold up. If you get scared of a creature you're free to give up and hide in my arms, fuehehe."

"Oh? You think I would be frightened that easily?" Vil chuckles, amused. He enjoys the challenge presented to him. "I have time to spare. So, let's play, shall we?"