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sir-huffman · 3 years

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tagged by: @songzhong (hello, here’s a wall of text, and I enjoyed reading about you Mao!) tagging: @you on the dash - aka you see this you’re tagged.

——— BASICS!

Name: Duke ( any pronouns, but most use masculine )

Face Claims: - Itsuki Kamiyama from GOTH (professional like above) - Suga from Night of Drizzling Rain (general)

——— THREE FACTS!

1) I am an ISTJ and a Taurus...so take that what you will. I’d like to say I’m friendly, but tend to put a very large wall (of text) up so people know what they’re getting into with me and to give an explanation for my actions...as such I am very introverted and only have so much energy for interaction. This leaves me seldom to contact people in the RPC unless I have a specific idea in mind for our muses...which honestly I never do. The best is for me to just chuck a meme at people and see how our muses vibe. After that, well uh...yeah. I’m one of those RPers who have more people I interact IC than OOC cuz OOC interaction takes a lot out of me unless we somehow vibe well.

And by vibe well, I mean our muses generally interact well and aren’t apathetic towards each other. There are so many muns that I respect and consider friends and admire from afar, but we’re not close due to just our muses just not vibing as well as others (which is totes fine it’s just how things sometimes go, ya know?).

( you’ll find that I write a lot hence the read more )

2) I am very stubborn and have a little bit of tunnel vision in my own HCs and world crafting. My muses tend to be people who hold an authoritative and demanding presence where their opinions are stated as truth...which is the complete opposite of my own personality. But I’ve learned that I have to kinda draw my lines and I feel like I can probably give people whiplash between my timid and nervous nature and when it comes to defining my muses. Honestly I’m just very flexible with molding my muses to help fit for interaction, but I do have hard lines and like to make it clear if I’m bending my characters vs how they would naturally act...I tend to make my muses push overs unless I’m like 100% comfy...and even them I make them push overs...hence the amount of my crack threads because I have no sense control and just wanna have fun...with my tight assed muses.

3) That said...I’m just a meme. My main reputation is just being that one mun who RPs a Team Rocket OC with 6 Magikarps. But I truly just have two sides. The very crackish side where (1) I’ll just throw our muses in ridiculous situations and (2) the very angst heavy side that usually only talked about due to my muses handling trauma and very apathetic and nonchalant towards breaking hearts. And as I write this out I feel like I’m giving people whiplash on whoever is reading this since they see Huffman here and is like “oh, how cute what a soft boy” and then I bring up Morax who is just a monstrosity of a muse where I’m toning him down 99% of the time because...well...(*looks at hands*) he’ll end up killing a muse 99% of the time if I don’t stop him and that isn’t fun to RP.

——— EXPERIENCE!

My first experience in RPing in general was on an old website called TinierMe and also a mobile app called VampiresLIVE (lol). However I officially started RPing on Tumblr in 2014 as a Gijinka!Groudon blog originally known as theruleroftheland. After that I’ve slowly branched out of the Pokemon RPC but hold a strong connection with the friends I’ve made there (or kinda, I’m horrible at keeping contact with others since I disappear for months/years at a time). But I’ve found I’m most comfortable writing on tumblr due to the amount of formatting and organization that comes with RPing on here.

I’m slowly branching out to Discord (thank you to my dear RP partners over there who are patient with me because I’m slow) and becoming more accustom with being social over there.

——— MUSE PREFERENCE!

Gender: 100% male to RP as. I find that I gravitate towards males since I have disconnection with male muses from myself and I like having that wall. Writing females get a little too personal for my own comfort so having that extra layer of distance really helps. Also it helps me look at things differently.

Multi or Single:

I prefer single-muse blogs to run as I like keeping things strictly relating to my muse on one blog and another muse on another. Over the years I’ve been interested in throwing my old muses onto a multi-muse blog but honestly I can never bring myself making a multi-fandom multi-muse blog due to my own heavy need for organization.

As for shipping, I work under what I call a Quasi-Single shipping (aka multi- and single- ship). I operate under the impression that my muses are in an overarching timeline of their life that is heavily affected by their relationships. As such the MULTISHIP aspect is prone to have cheating and relationship overlap. I’m into having muses naturally engage in threesomes, foursomes, lying, cheating, misunderstandings, fights, break ups, get back togethers, etc. with all muses and muns participating together in the joy of it all. Jealousy and questioning of my muses’ relationships and actions are welcomed as I like having the sense that my muses are human and things aren’t so cookie cutter.

That said I am also SINGLESHIP in the sense that most of my muses are not polyamorous and are very much interested in having an end goal relationship where they settle down and marry. With who and how that happens really depends on both my muse and my partner’s muse. So whoever my muse is really shooting to get married to and actively advances will be my main single ship partner...or really whoever is going to influence my muse the most and I can see my muse actually yearning for (which honestly isn’t that many muses *cries*).

That said...Huffman in particular is going to be really hard to single-ship with as he is 100% dedicated his entire life to his lord and savior Lord Barbatos and this is the thanks he gets to Mondstadt and he will betray his own lover and such for Mondstadt.

He is also a(ego)romantic so he has a huge disconnection with serious relationships as he will honestly treat them just like he treats every other citizen in Mondstadt and it can slowly get to any of his partners since he just thinks is just apart of his job as a partner...which is the same job he has with the people of Mondstadt.

fluff/angst/smut:

Fluff: Generally I don’t find myself interested in fluff, but I realized that is only because of my previous muses couldn’t handle fluff at all. For this particular blog (Huffman) fluff is honestly the only thing that I can offer due to the nature of his character. Fluff with the undertone of angst is going to happen a lot, it’s not going to be sugary sweet fluff but just a result of Huffman’s very grounded and relaxed nature. He is calm and level headed, very rational (a little too rational) and very determined to make sure everyone is happy...and as such angst won’t really happen because Huffman tries to avoid such things naturally.

Angst: I enjoy angst, I’m that person who loves crying and my favorite tropes (especially in shipping) is unrequited love especially when it’s with a character who has so much love and dedication to one person. As such, I find that I’m more inclined to talk about angst than actually RPing it. I’m very slow (really really slow) when it comes to RPing unless it’s crack or relaxed banter. So when it comes to angst, I like to set time aside and fully write it out...making me having to respond weeks to months later...haha sorry. Also I naturally have muses who are apathetic towards angst and other muses feelings that is hard for me to write because I’m the opposite and I get heavily invested...it takes a lot out of me.

That said...most of my angst comes from very slow burns rather than actually writing it out. It’s more of the anticipation of the heartache, breakup, betrayal, cheating, etc. that I’m more inclined to talk about than actually RP...as stated above my muses are generally cold hearted and very accepting of any consequence to their actions...they tend to be planners and expect karma to creep up on them someday.

Smut: I am very particular about smut. I personally like talking about it but actually writing it takes a lot more time for me to do. There are some words that I refuse to write (which happens to be a lot of the smutty words lol) due to how I read them in my head irks me and doesn’t flow right (my worst subject in school was English so I don’t know many words okay). As such, it takes time for me to fully write smut and even then the way I tackle it is very action oriented rather than immersive (I like to think) so uh...RIP my rp partners who want to write smut since I usually respond when I’m half asleep and have no filter and probably stare at me like “wtf did I just read?”. I’m sorry my smut partners who have to deal with me.

plot/ memes:

Memes: I’m more inclined to send memes than actually get around to responding to them. I like keeping my thread count low because I’m slow and usually memes require immediate interaction (something that I may or may not have the time for). However, most of my threads come from memes that will fizzle out over time and I eventually drop without warning- it just how it goes.

Plots: I like plotting and defining pre-established relationships. Having to start everyone off with a blank slate isn’t something I like unless it just seems natural for our muses (ie. for Huffman he probs doesn’t know many Liyue characters, but he definitely is close to Mondstadt characters at least on a name basis). As such, I tend to like establishing relationships and then going from there so I know how Huffman will interact with them.

Plotted threads, however, take a lot out of me as I like coining an idea and then having a starter be written and then go from there. If there are checkpoints to happen, I get awkward because my muses are 95% certain to shift the narrative based on what is being written and the situation that arises. So heavily plotted threads isn’t good, but defining the trajectory of a relationship is something I’m down for...mostly because I’m a quasi-single ship and 99% of my muses relationships are going to fail naturally - which is something hard to bring up when there is ship talking happen.

#ooc: { about duke }#ooc: { long post }#//when you give up half way in editing this #//and just decide to leave this giant wall of text for those who wish to read it #//*kicks onto dash and leaves*

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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“I can be myself around you” - Bruce Wayne x reader

This was written very fast, in the heat of the moment. It was born from a thought I had, about how no one really knows Bruce. Except Alfred maybe ? Most of the time, he’s either “Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist playboy blahblahblah”, or “Big scary Batman” to people. Who really knows Bruce, the real Bruce ? Well. I kinda wrote about that. Quickly written so don't expect a long detailed really planned out story ^^', hope you’ll like it nonetheless :

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Today, you made a discovery that filled you with nothing but sadness.

And you couldn’t believe that you noticed it just now !

It has been, what ? Six months now, that you were actually steady with Bruce ? And “out in the open”, as in “everyone in Gotham knew that Bruce Wayne wasn’t single anymore” ? And that he was dating that éyounger-than-him girl that came from the poorest Gotham’s neighborhood” ?

Funny what informations people chose to know about someone huh ?

The scandal journalists that wrote all those awful articles about you being a total gold digger, purposefully ignored the fact that you were actually a best selling author, and didn’t need money.

Granted, you were very new in the writing world, but your first book saga was out since a while now, and there was talk of turning it into a movie ! So why were those dumb “journalists” only focused on the fact that you were originally from a poor neighborhood, and grew up with no money ?

It pissed you off, how people already made assumptions about you, without even knowing your actual background. Everyone seemed to know how and where you grew up, this added to the few public appearances you made so far and that was enough for them to think they knew what kind of person you were.

They either thought you were the worst gold digger of them all and faked being shy and such, or some actually shy poor girl that Bruce saved from a life of misery. No matter how many times he denied both those allegations, or what you could say...That’s what everyone was thinking anyway.

Well, you knew what you were in for when you decided to go “public” about your relationship with Bruce. You knew people were going to talk, and you knew that you were going to have to “play a part” at some point so that people would stop questioning everything you did.

But it was still a frustrating situation. Now you didn’t doubt that the public opinion would slowly shift overtime, but it still bothered you to no end that you’d forever have to somewhat be someone else whenever you’d go in public with him. Once again though, you knew what you were getting yourself into. The fact that you couldn’t just be good old you when under the spotlight came with the territory of dating the famous Bruce Wayne.

Plus, public appearances were, in the end, such a small part of your life. A few charities there and there, a few forced date out with your Bruce in fancy restaurants, or a “candid” walk in the park to satisfy the paparazzi. You were still free to be yourself most of the time.

You and Bruce even discovered not so long ago that he just needed to wear “cheap” casual clothes like a simple hoodie and sweatpants, plus plastic sunglasses and a cap, and no one seemed to recognize him. The only reason people spotted him in the streets, was because he wore fancy things.

But wearing some “every day man” stuffs ? It was like if he was invisible. Sure, both women and men still turned around when he walked past them, as he was still very handsome...but no one seemed to even fathom the idea that Bruce Wayne could wear “normal” clothes.

A fact that should have made you aware of a big problem much sooner, by the way. Nobody recognizing him, just because he didn’t “look” like his public persona ? Yeah that was a total given.

That sad discovery you made today, was exactly about that. About how, and now you could see it clearly, no one actually knew the real Bruce.

************

People only knew two sides of Bruce Wayne.

The first side was “The Playboy” : Rich kid. Collects women. Good businessman (because he’s such a smooth talker). Likes to give a lot to charity. Charming social bug. Visionary. A man who most definitely enjoys being in the spotlight, but that also seems compassionate (though some people called THIS, the only true thing about is public persona, “fake” and a “publicity stunt”). He seemed to greatly care about the charities he gave to, but also about Gotham and its inhabitants ! After all, Wayne Inc was the reason the unemployment rate in Gotham City plummeted down !

In short, people just always assumed Bruce Wayne was a carefree and cheery social guy who could crack jokes at the worst of times to loosen up the atmosphere, and swoon anyone with his words and charm.

And then his second side...Like the day and the night, really.

“Batman”. Big scary Batman : Violent and merciless. Focused and emotionless. With a mission to cleanse Gotham (and by extension the world) of crimes no matter what, though with a “no kill” rule. Which didn’t mean that sometimes he didn’t leave a criminal in a very very bad shape...But this violence in his actions helped forged the Batman legend. The fear of the Bat.

Yes. People only knew Bruce as one or the other of those sides. And both of them were, in some ways, fabricated. There were truth in them, of course. The fact that Bruce is a compassionate man that wants to help Gotham and its people. It was the reason those two personas existed.

There was, however, more truth in one of this side than the other.

The only part of the “Playboy” that was true, was his compassion and need to help his peers (the charities and such). And probably how “visionary” he could be, too. But other than that ? Yikes.

Because Bruce never took pleasure in social gatherings, it was actually exhausting for him to talk so much and act like he was having a blast. He never liked collecting women or acting like he was a total idiot who had a lot of money to waste. “The Playboy” only existed as a good cover up for his Batman activities. Because surely, no one would ever think that a lovable “moron” (he did like to play dumb, and his “genius ides” were usually attributed to his publicity team) like “Bruce Wayne” couldn’t be the bat, right ?

Now Batman...Batman was a big part of Bruce. The one born after his parents’ murder. Bruce was Batman. He was indeed focused and could be emotionless (though his stoicism was often mistaken for him not feeling things and detaching himself from current events, while it was the contrary...Bruce felt everything, and sometimes needed to empty his heart to be able to go on).

But Batman’s existence ? It was born from the deep pain he felt after loosing his parents. This terrible night forever changed him, and hardened him into becoming the night vigilante everyone knew. And yes, yes in real life, out of the spotlight, Bruce could be like the Bat often.

Introverted, focused, angry, violent, highly intelligent, always has a plan, doesn’t speak much, have a low tolerance for bad humor, stoic, constantly serious, lead by his trauma...But was he really just that ? Was the Batman really a representation of who Bruce really was ?

If it was the case, how come he could be so sweet to you ? This side of him you saw when it was just you and him, or when he was interacting with little Dickie...It didn’t fit Batman, nor The Playboy.

The way he looked at you, that softness in his eyes, that stupid smile on his face, or when he read bed time stories to Dick, smiling fondly at the little one and ruffling his hair lovingly...That wasn’t the Caped Crusader. That wasn’t “Public” Bruce Wayne.

Who was it ? Who was the real Bruce Wayne ?

************

Bruce didn’t really have friends, when you started to date him. Which made sense, since after his parents’ death he isolated himself, lost his childhood friends, and as he grew up, became “Famous billionaire philantropist Bruce Wayne”, and “The Batman”. Where could he make real friends ?

Because The Playboy ? Well he only had fake friends. Acquaintances really, that he acted as if they were his best friends but secretly couldn’t stand. As The Playboy, Bruce was constantly surrounded by people, but was actually at his loneliest.

Because “those people” ? No one cared about Bruce’s hobbies, they were all so sure he was just that rich kids who liked to party, why would they need to know more right ? He was “everyone’s” friends, everyone loved him. He was just that really chill and funny guy that people wanted to be around of, but never really cared about who he was beyond that.

And when he was into his “playboy, but also business man” mode ? At Wayne inc ? Well he was that super cool and approachable boss, but still people’s boss, you know ? And the one that gave away everyone’s paycheck, so who cared about who he truly was ?

As Batman he most certainly didn’t have any friends.

Though he was starting to make some, in his search for meta-humans. They were all growing close somewhat quickly but...Because of how he created Batman, he was one of the one that was often left on his own. Clark and Arthur, for example, wouldn’t mind hanging out outside of being superheroes, and talk around a good beer or while watching a football match.

They could see each other be friends in the near future. But the Batman ? He was intimidating and unapproachable and clearly didn’t want to get to know any of them, so why would they make the effort ?

Everyone in what would become the Justice League but was still unnamed at the time thought that Bruce was truly Batman. That he was that dark and stoic man, who never smiled and who apparently didn’t know how to say “thank you” or “I need help”. They weren’t quite the amazing friends they’ll become, those who will understand (in big part thanks to you and your kids, and by observing how Bruce interacted with you all) that Bruce Wayne is much more than just a big scary bat. Nope.

At the time, they were just all convinced they knew what kind of man Bruce was. Who was the Batman. They saw him fight, heard him talk, saw him act...He sounded more like a machine than a human being. And they just thought they had him all figured out.

But Bruce was a much more complicated man than everyone thought. Only people always stopped at his first appearance. Granted, it was in big part because Bruce himself kept everyone at distance. Made them believe he was truly that playboy, or Batman.

No one. No one truly knew who Bruce really was. Alfred once knew, but after Bruce’s parents’ death, the boy changed and though it was clear he cared for Alfred like he would for his own father, Bruce didn’t share much of his own thoughts anymore. Or his worries. Or...himself in general.

He closed himself, locked his heart away. And became the Playboy, or the Batman. And everyone, everyone thought they had him figured out.

But no one really did.

************

This fact, the way people didn’t seem to care to know him more than what they saw, was only made clear the day you asked him a simple question :

“What is your favorite thing to do ?”

He turned to you, taken aback by this sudden question, and you look at him curiously. What ?

To you, it made sense that you were asking that right now. In your head, your mind went a thousands different directions, as you and him were sitting around the kitchen counter, eating breakfast. You were thinking about many things, ended up thinking about what you liked to do, and suddenly realized that...

You never really saw Bruce do something he chose to ? He was either working hard at his company, acting like he was a social bug at galas and other charities, or being a night vigilante. He was a very busy man, and except for when he went on a date with you, he never really did anything for fun ?

But you also realized that all the dates you went on, in the past six months, were mainly activities YOU enjoyed. It didn’t mean he didn’t like them, of course, but it seemed he usually planned your outings out according to your taste ? To what he knew of you ?

You haven’t really noticed before, but there, as you were eating your cereal and your brain was slowly awakening after a very short night, the thought suddenly popped in your mind. And so you asked.

“What is your favorite thing to do ?”

His surprise passed (after all he was starting to get used to your quirk, and it was often that you’d tell him something completely out of context, after it went through a thousand different routes in your head, kind of expecting him to get it...until you realized he didn’t have all the cards in hands to understand), he answers :

“You.”

He smiles mischievously at you and it takes a few seconds for you to understand what he means. This early in the morning, and after such few hours of sleep, you’re not really quite awake yet. But then you finally understand and say, rolling your eyes to try to hide how flustered he just made you :

“I’m serious Bruce, what do you do for fun ?”

“Well my answer was serious too. I do love...being with you. Not particularly, you know, doing what makes your face hot right now, - he gives you a smug smile and you stick your tongue out at him - but I enjoy being with you.”

You ponder his answer for a few seconds and...You’re not satisfied with it. You do love being with him too, doing things with him wether it is to watch a movie, or going bowling or whatever. But you also enjoy doing many things alone, like writing, reading etc etc...you have so many hobbies ! He must too, right ?

Because he can’t possibly actually enjoy being the Batman (spoiler alert : he doesn’t. He does it because he thinks he has to, but he canonically said it didn’t make him happy). So that couldn’t count. And he...He must have a hobby !

“No but like, an activity. On your own ? And I swear if you say something dirty I’ll dump my cereal bowl on your head. I’m being actually serious, Bruce. Really. Don’t dismiss my question this time, please.”

He looks curiously at you for a few seconds, again surprised that you even care about such a thing. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone asked him what he liked to do. Asked him genuinely. But the face you make makes his heart flutter, and makes him want to be honest with you.

To actually think about it, and answer you. Mainly because...It’s strange. The way you look at him. You really want to know. And you’re...You’re the first person in decades, who really wants to know more than what he shows.

It touches him even more so than you’re one of the very few person who knows about his night activities. You’re one of the only few people who knows he’s Batman, who knows more about him than most...And yet you want to know more ?

You always asked him questions, but so far he often deflected them successfully by distracting you or something.

Though clearly, by your last sentence about him dismissing your question, he hasn’t been as smoothed as he thought he was, and realized you just never wanted to push him to tell you things, instead, you wanted him to just want to tell you things. Which is why this time...this time ? In the early morning hours ? As you had big bags under your eyes and a your third cup of coffee in hand ? Staring at him so intently, after asking such a simple yet meaningful question...He feels like he can tell you the truth.

He takes a few moments to ponder, and you observe him. He really seems to think about it now, And then he says :

“I-I don’t know.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, and say, unconvinced and disappointed that once more he’s going to not answer one of your question about him :

“What do you mean you don’t know ? Bruce I’m really asking because I-”

“No no, I know you’re being serious. And I am too. I...I’m just not sure what I like to do, that is all. My life...My life is busy. You know it. I don’t sleep much, I work a lot both days and nights, I train, I go to events I don’t want to go to...Again and again and again. I virtually have no free time. Now, since I met you, I found ways to actually take free times, and relax, but that’s because I really like being with you because...”

Silence. He averts his eyes, and feels this strange feeling he hasn’t felt in so long...Total and utter emotional vulnerability. It has been literal decades, since he felt that way. It’s not a bad feeling, on the contrary.

It’s the first time in a very very long time, that he feels like he want to say what’s really on his mind. That he feels like talking. That he feels like just...like just...

“Because ?”

Like just being himself. Bruce Wayne. The real Bruce Wayne. Not only that fake playboy persona, or the one he became after his parents’ death.

Sure he’s that too.

But not only. And it hits him. Eureka. Of course. Of course you would be the one to make him feel like that. Make him feel like he can be himself, truly himself.

It’s all sudden, and it makes him feel such a wide range of emotion. And it started from a simple, yet meaningful question.

“Bruce ? Because what ?”

He looks at you, and it’s your turn to be taken aback by what you see in his eyes. You know he loves you, he made it clear many times. You know he really, really does love you. But what you see in his eyes right now, almost makes you cry.

Gratitude. It’s goddamn gratitude. And for what ? Just because you asked him what he liked to do. Why was this such a big deal ?

But then you realize why he’s acting that way. Why he seems so moved by all of that. And that’s when you make your sad little discovery...No one truly knows Bruce Wayne.

They only know what he wants them to know, and do not care to know more. They only know the Playboy, and Batman. And they never really want to know more about him. Never really want to dig deeper. And ask simple, yet meaningful questions like : “What is your favorite thing to do ?”

“I-”

He starts, voice choked. And it makes you want to cry even more, that he feels so much about such a simple thing. About someone just wanting to know him. The real him.

“I like being with you because I can be myself, around you. I don’t have to wear a mask. Any mask. I can just...show myself. Truly.”

It looks like he wants to continue, to talk to you more about what he feels right now, but he keeps shaking his head, chuckling nervously and searching for his words. And you decide it’s ok.

It’s ok if he doesn’t quite know yet what he likes to do.

If you have to remind him that he can enjoy things, that he can relax and do things he loves...Then you will. Every day if you have to.

If you have to constantly ask him what he likes, until he finally figures it out. Until he finally remembers what he enjoys to do on his own, then so be it.

You don’t mind. On the contrary. You’re flattered for now he can only say he greatly enjoys your company, and that you make him feel like he can be himself...But you want him to truly be himself around you. To remember what it is to have hobbies. True hobbies. That you actually like doing, and not things you force yourself to do.

You’re flattered that right now, all he can mutter is that he likes hanging out with you, but you’ll never give up on helping him becoming himself again. His true self. Without fear of whatever consequences he thought would happen if he showed his true colors to others.

Especially since his actual “true colors” ? They’re lovely. He’s lovely. The loveliest man you’ve ever met. You chuckle to yourself thinking about that, and how people would think you’re crazy for thinking of Bruce Wayne as “lovely”.

But it’s because none of them know him. Truly know him.

And you ? Well, you still don’t quite truly know him either. But right now, you’re definitely on the right path to.

He’s still looking for a way to answer you, but you think that for today, he’s made already many efforts. In admitting that he can be himself around you, without masks...it’s already a big step. And you don’t want to overwork him, after all, this is all new again for him.

Someone caring enough, and being stubborn enough to not give up, to get to know his true self. So you just smile at him, and reach a hand to his cheek, stroking it tenderly.

“It’s alright. Oh, and I enjoy being with you too. I also love to read. And to write. And to do many other things, but we’ll talk more about it later. It’s ok. You’re good.”

Bruce doesn’t know what to say. It’s so rare, that someone cares that much about him...There’s Alfred and Dick, of course, but it’s not quite the same, for some reasons. Because with them, he puts up boundaries on purpose, so that they don’t get too close. But here you are, just hopping over the walls he settled all around him and casually walking towards him asking things like : “what is your favorite thing to do ?”. And he feels like you’re about to tear down all his walls so he’ll let more people in, too...

You lean towards him, and lay a soft loving kiss on his lips. He answers eagerly, of course, realizing for the first time, after six months of relationship, how much he truly, truly loves you. He thinks he would probably die if you...

“AH EWWW !! GET A ROOM !!”

A small voice coming from the entrance of the kitchen yells. You both turn to it, startled, only to be met with the vision of a very disgusted Dickie, and an amused butler.

************

So yes. Yes “The Playboy” was part of who Bruce was, because it showed his dedication to his work, city etc etc...He was being someone he hated to be just so people wouldn’t suspect he could be the Batman.

Yes, Batman himself was a big part of Bruce’s personality...

But he wasn’t just that. You always kind of knew, but now were sure of it.

From that day on, you made sure to do everything you could to know the real Bruce. To not just get fooled by what he wants people to know about him.

But most importantly, to give him a safe place where he could truly be himself. That guy you learned everything about, over the course of the years, and who was a huge movie nerd, who loved to cuddle and read sappy poetry. Who had odd music taste (for real, how could someone go from “Chopin” to “The Beastie Boys” that quickly ?!), and whose favorite ice cream flavor was melon.

That guy who could actually be extremely silly and childish if given the opportunity to be. That guy who was driven by love, and not sadness and the need for vengeance (maybe he used to be, driven by vengeance...but as he grew as Batman, it became quite clear that was was driving him has always been love. Love for his parents, for you, for his kids, for Alfred, for his city etc etc...).

That guy that...that...That you loved unconditionally. That loved you more than anything else. So much so in fact, that he felt you were the only one around whom he could truly be himself.

Of course, around his children and Alfred, he was also much different than his social public persona (ex-playboy) and than Batman. He was more tender and patient and loving. And with the friends he made along the way ? Clark, Diana, Barry and all of them ? He was also more relaxed and close to who he truly was. But he still held back on some aspect of his personality.

While with you ? You accepted him so fully, with open arms, that he couldn’t help but be himself. Years and years of training to be someone else, to close his heart to people in fear of loosing them...Hiding his true, gentle self because he knew this world wasn’t kind to the gentle souls.

And here you were. Unlocking who Bruce was before his parents’ murder. Making all his pain and worries fly away, and allowing him to be his true self. Not just a ghost of himself, or showing just some sides of himself and not his entire being...No.

You freed him. You reminded him of who he was. Before he became that man full of pain and resentment and who felt too many things without being able to express them. You reminded him of who he was, by asking a simple yet meaningful question.

Over the years, he finally found an answer to this. He actually liked to do a lot of things. And found new activities he enjoyed every now and then, as you encouraged him to explore more and such.

And all of this because... :

“I can be myself around you.”

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Here we go. Written in twenty minutes. Just a quick bonus story for kicks, so I hope you weren’t expecting a great developed thing ^^'. As usual my mind had an idea, and then it went completely somewhere else (kinda). Hope you liked it, and as usual, feedbacks and reblogs = life yadi yadi yada, you know the drill haha.

Ah, also what sprout all of those thoughts in my head is basically this panel :

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne imagine #Batman x Reader #Batman imagine #Batfam #Batfamily #Batmom #Batmom x Batfam #Batfam x Reader #Batfamily x Reader #Batmom x Batfamily #Bruce Wayne reader insert #Batman reader insert #DC reader insert #Bruce Wayne

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paperclipninja · 5 years

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NCIS post-ep ramble 17x01

I know it’s been days since the season 17 premiere and I had every intention of writing something earlier but just didn’t have time (plus I have been so caught up in reading everyone’s thoughts and reblogging all these posts and general flailing that honestly, who has the time for anything??) but I most certainly do have a few thoughts and feelings about the ep I’d like to get down.

For those who don’t know me that well, hi :) and also, I’ve always been rather partial to a post-ep ramble (which is basically me trying to process everything by dumping many words here) so I thought I’d throw a few words down because let’s be real, ‘Out of the Darkness’ was A LOT.

Ok, so can we talk about the opening scene, because it seemed like a classic NCIS ‘guys doing a dodgy deal but wait, the team needs the vehicle’ kinda moment but then FINGERS. Actual freaking fingers on that car dash and I should mention I was live streaming this episode on the train on my way to work and I was NOT chill at this point because it was brutal.

I was having so many feelings right from the get go, I mean Ziva is back and even through we’ve had months to process this it still felt so surreal yet like she’d not really been gone for that long, except that from the very first interaction with Gibbs in the basement, you could just see that she’s different. It’s subtle but it’s there. I love that the moment Gibbs’ basement starts getting shot up and both he and Ziva are out of ammo, they immediately default to working together to create the makeshift explosive thing, no words, just right into the groove of knowing what needs to happen without treading on one another’s toes.

Meanwhile Nick, McGee and Ellie are obliviously having a drink (lol @ McGee lasting less than two seconds not talking about work), for anyone into the Nick/Ellie ship there was a nice little moment and the three of them hot foot it to Gibbs’ place after after McGee gets the call to say there’s been a shoot out (seriously, can you imagine being Gibbs’ neighbours? The weird-ass stuff that has gone down there over the years, that’d be one house you’d tell the kids to skip for trick or treating). I am so into the follow through from the Ziva set up last season, Ellie feeling like the fabric was familiar was a nice way to bring it all together.

It’s funny, after so many years of watching this show then stepping away for a little while, I’m really not sure what I expected when I heard that Ziva was going to return. My shipper heart is really just locked on to Ziva and Tony finally getting some kind of happiness, but I was unsure what it would be like seeing this character on screen after so long, especially considering the way she was written out initially. Can I just say that the way Ziva has returned to our screen exceeded any expectations I did or did not have. I never in a million years expected this show to not just consider, but actively highlight the toll of all the years of trauma and struggle of Ziva David. A credit to the direction in this scene, but as Ziva began having the anxiety attack in the sewer pipe and we gained our first glimpse of her battle with this demon, it was unnerving to see this character who had always remained so seemingly in control, so vulnerable. But it was also wonderful (and heart-wrenching and sad). I am so grateful to Gina Lucita Monreal (who I Stan v. hard btw) for showing this side to this character because to me, it demonstrates not only the character’s journey, but NCIS’s growth.

Gibbs knowing that Ziva needed space and giving it to her but then finding her in a state that clearly caught him off guard was once again something I was not expecting and I was floored, yet again, when the pills Ziva stuffed back into her pocket were actually addressed and spoken about on the bus (I realise it sounds like I’m just constantly surprised but in the past, it’s the kind of thing that may get followed up about six episodes down the track, though I’m aware there isn’t the luxury of drawn out breadcrumbs with this arc and honestly, I’m grateful).

The scene between Ziva and Gibbs on the bus is quite possibly my favourite interaction between these two characters ever. And yes, I mean in the entire series. Hearing Ziva talk about Tali, explain the significance of the necklace and then put it to Gibbs that wouldn’t he do anything if it meant he could hold his daughter one more time, ugh my heart. The ONLY thing I disliked about this episode was later when Ziva said she wasn’t talking about Kelly. I understand the sentiment and I am here for her calling Gibbs out on giving up on her every day of the week, but in that moment on the bus, it absolutely was and should have been Kelly she was referring to because it was in that moment that she and Gibbs connected on an entirely different level - as parents. And more than that, as parents who know what it’s like to risk everything because of the love they hold for a child. So while I do love that Ziva put it to Gibbs that he abandoned her, I do feel it could have been brought up in a way that didn’t diminish the power of that conversation on the bus. Because when Gibbs reached out and touched that scar on her wrist, it may have been a small gesture but the meaning was huge and yes I did start crying and no, I did not care that I was on a train.

Of course we must talk about Odette. Sweet, old, possibly an assassin or some other kind of highly trained deadly human Odette. When Bishop asked her, ‘who are you, really?’, all I could think was, same girl, same. I am so into this character and I really hope she sticks around because her turning up later in the ep with a car load of weapons and then wanting to join in just upped my curiosity even more.

I really am such a fan of Ellie, I have been since the beginning, and I did feel for her trying to balance the wishes of Ziva and her loyalty to her team. McGee’s reaction to finding out that Ziva was alive and that Ellie knew about it was definitely warranted and my Tiva loving heart is trying very hard not to read too much into everyone’s avoidance of answering whether Tony knows (read: I am 150% reading too much into it and of course he knows because Ziva has obviously been leaving clues the entire time that she’s ok and it’s fine, it’s all fine, I’M FINEEE*)

*I am not fine

Nick is immediately suspicious after the awkward af conversation in Vance’s office where every time he mentions something from the crime scene at Gibbs’, Ellie and McGee very obviously downplay or dismiss it. Plus Ellie’s sweaty neck is apparently a dead giveaway and I love that Kaisie also mentions it because when this show does funny, it does it damn well. Aside from the bus scene, my other favourite scene of this episode was in autopsy when Nick ‘I don’t even know this ninja but this is like the biggest news of my life’ Torres has just learned about Ziva and Jimmy ’you said the thing about Ziva and my ears heard it and now I think I need to sit down’ Palmer also gets clued in and honestly, this entire sequence is absolute gold. I heart Kasie so hard and her discomfort with the ‘weird air’ just lent itself to making the whole thing wonderfully hilarious and the dynamic between all the characters was so on point. Nick and Kaisie really are stellar additions to the show, it just works.

Ziva’s determination to go it alone definitely wavers momentarily after Gibbs has spoken to McGee and asked him to decode the encrypted SD card (so many lols at Gibbs asking Ziva if she wants to talk to McGee then telling him she says hi. Again, the writing in this ep is just brilliant, being able to slot in genuinely light and funny moments between the dark and serious), there’s the ever-so-brief expression before Ziva gets into the car, as though she remembers what it’s like to have a team, her team, working with her.

What is on the card of course leads Gibbs and Ziva to be standing in the man who uses phrases like ‘dope’ in front of his machete wall’s office and I have to say, his ‘what are these two homeless people doing in my office’ was accurate. The show then stabbed me in the heart with the necklace situation - either her heart or her albatross- and of course it all connects back to Ari (the parallel to Saleem ripping off her necklace was noted). We also get our answer as to why Ziva had those severed fingers in the opening scene which is still gross and brutal but also understandable and much better knowing that the dude was dead when it happened. But still gross.

One thing that really struck me was when McGee, Ellie and Nick see Gibbs and Ziva making their getaway and McGee and Ziva share their moment of locking eyes and her indicating for the team to stay put, it is Ellie who points out that, ‘she knows what she needs better than anyone else’. It was just really interesting to me that McGee’s initial instinct was to go after Ziva and Gibbs, despite Ziva clearly not wanting him to, and it is the woman on the team who points out that he needs to respect Ziva’s wishes and trust her. I have no idea if this was making some kind of larger statement but it felt significant to me for some reason. Plus I just love the respect Ellie has for this woman she has never met and I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for her to see Ziva in the flesh for the first time after harbouring her secret for so long.

We all knew Vance would find out eventually and omg Nick just cracked me up, ‘I’m the least guilty one in here, Bishop is the worst...’, he is just such a great character (in case I haven’t mentioned that enough times). I don’t know enough about Sloane at this stage and I’m a little confused about her role or position so I will catch myself up on that (or feel free to fill me in) but she also seems pretty cool. I think back to early days McGee, the nervous probie who was so unsure and then think of him in this episode, standing in Vance’s office defying orders and all I can hear is Tony’s voice saying, ‘I’m proud of you Tim’. I love that he’s backing Ellie and that he’s standing up for and trusting her and knowing Vance’s history with Ziva, it’s just all such a wonderful coming together of NCIS history and the present.

The final scene of course left us in a TBC moment as Gibbs’ attempt to arrest Sahar (or at least a woman I assume is Sahar but then it’s NCIS so who knows?) is railroaded by Ziva’s adamance that unless she is dead, Sahar will always be a threat. I can’t wait to see how it all unfolds, I’m just loving the speculations and excitement and most importantly, consideration with which the show seems to be bringing back these storylines and characters and really, I do believe we are in for quite a ride and if this episode is anything to go by, one heck of a payoff.

#NCIS #ziva david #leroy jethro gibbs #ellie bishop #tim mcgee #nick torres #leon vance #tiva #ramble #thoughts #feelings #so many words

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[Translation] VAZZROCK Tokuten CD - VAZZRAJI: ROCK DOWN Chapter

VAZZROCK special drama track is always lit LOL. If you remember VAZZY’s version, I’m sure that ROCK DOWN’s will crack you up more XD They talk of nicknames once more so please be prepared to see a lot of translator’s notes www Oh, also, Ruka mentions so many nicknames so fast that I’m pretty sure I got some of them wrong so please, feel free to tell me about it ^^

Thank you once again to Deea for the files~! Please don’t ask her as per her request, thank you ^^

After this are the Starry Sky drama CDs~!

※ Please don’t re-post these translations without permission. Instead of reposting, please just like/reblog instead ^^

Under the cut, enjoy~!

VAZZRAJI: ROCK DOWN Chapter

[0:00]

SHO: Now then, is everyone ready?

ALL: Yes~!/Yeah.

SHO: Shall we begin? VAZZROCK Radio, a.k.a. VazzRaji is~

ALL: Starting!

SHO: Alright, it’s started. It’s VazzRaji: ROCK DOWN Chapter.

SHO: It’s the TsukiPro famous live broadcast radio to get to know everyone better. Today’s main hosts will be me, ROCK DOWN’s leader Onoda Sho and~

RUKA: ROCK DOWN’s MC meaning~ It’s me, Nadumi Ruka will be delivering it to you~!

RUKA: We’re in your care, okay~? Alright, everyone, let’s get this party started! Applause~

(everyone starts clapping)

SHO: Then, let’s start with the self-introductions. Let me see…

SHO: Shall we go clockwise starting with Haruto?

HARUTO: Got it.

RUKA: Ah, a little explanation for those who don’t understand. Right now, the members are sitting at a very round tea table. (1)

REIJI: Why is it at a tea table though? Is it because there are a lot of people?

REIJI: Plus, isn’t it kinda mean to have six grown dudes sitting in a low tea table like this?

AYUMU: If the problem is with the number of people, wouldn’t a long rectangular table be fine, too?

REIJI: Right?

GAKU: I heard from the staff that it’s a tea table from tradition.

GAKU: It seems like a lot of dramas have been born on this very tea table.

REIJI: Wait, wait, wait! What kind of dramas are born in a radio broadcast in the first place?!

GAKU: Other times it’s a serious betting game, other times it’s a serious game of life. And sometimes, it’s a “hey, look over there” kind of competition.

GAKU: It seems like a lot of very personal and famous competitions have happened here.

HARUTO: I-it seems like they were just playing around…

GAKU: Well, that’s ‘cause it’s that kind of radio broadcast.

RUKA: Alright guys, stop~! You’re getting too heated about a tea table.

RUKA: We still haven’t introduced ourselves yet. To the listeners, we just sound like a bunch of dudes who suddenly got excited about a tea table’s history.

SHO: Even Haruto who was all ready to do a self-introduction looks as if he stopped wanting to talk midway.

GAKU: Oh yeah, that was right. Haruto, we’re sorry.

AYUMU: We’re sorry. Please continue.

REIJI: Alright, Haruto~ It’s your turn. Speak as much as you want!

REIJI: This is your chance to be playful and show your quirky side!

[02:40]

HARUTO: I’m ROCK DOWN’s Kujikawa Haruto. It’s nice to meet you.

REIJI: U-uh… That wasn’t playful at all, huh…

HARUTO: I had planned on being very playful though…!

REIJI: …

AYUMU: At what part…?

HARUTO: I made a weird face right at the end.

ROCK DOWN: Ah…

RUKA: Ah, that’s too bad!! It’s totally too unfortunate!

RUKA: Haru-kun, this is a radio broadcast. Just the sound’s being broadcast. They can’t see your face.

HARUTO: Oh goodness…!

REIJI: I feel like these jokes won’t end so I’m going next!

REIJI: (clears throat) I’m Amaha Reiji, ROCK DOWN’s sexiest man. It’s nice to meet you~

AYUMU: You’ll describe yourself like that…?

AYUMU: I’m ROCK DOWN’s Tachibana Ayumu. I’m not used to radio broadcasts so, I’m a little nervous.

AYUMU: I will be in your care.

GAKU: I’m Oguro Gaku. Please call me Gaku, or Gakkun, or whatever you like.

GAKU: Please enjoy yourselves as we slowly unravel our hearts to you.

RUKA: Welp, Haru-kun’s was a bit of a fail but the rest went on smoothly~

SHO: (chuckles) Let’s continue on with this kind of atmosphere then.

RUKA: You’re right!

SHO: This VazzRaji is for the fans to be able to get to know us better. It’s a radio where we’re all supposed to have fun~

RUKA: We can do convos like a while ago but, that’s normally how we’re like backstage or back at the dorms.

SHO: It’s our usual conversation, huh?

RUKA: Exactly! Let’s do it just like that, with a style that’s not trying too hard~

SHO: Maybe there will be people who’d be surprised and say, “Oh, so that’s what he’s like,” huh~?

SHO: Speaking as the leader, I know that everyone has their own cool and cute side. They all have their own appeal so, I hope that the listeners will be able to see that as well.

REIJI: Sho should show his cute side more, then.

SHO: (chuckles) I hope I meet their expectations.

HARUTO: I know all about Sho's cute sides so I'll present them all later.

HARUTO: I’ll try to do my best to show all my cute sides, too!

GAKU: Haruto’s got a “little brother” atmosphere so I think you’re already cute without trying.

HARUTO: Gaku-san…! What do you plan to do by making my heart throb like that?

GAKU: I wasn’t expecting anything.

HARUTO: Reiji-san, you’re making a shocked face over there. Please, don’t hesitate to spoil me, too. I don’t mind.

REIJI: Uwah… If we’re talking about wanting little brothers, I’d prefer Ayumu.

AYUMU: Don’t suddenly drag me into this.

AYUMU: Plus, I’d prefer being an older brother.

GAKU: What kinda conversation is this?!

RUKA: Alright, everyone~! It’s good that you’re getting along but, the conversation’s going nowhere.

RUKA: Let’s get started with the real deal then~ Today is VazzRaji: ROCK DOWN Chapter’s beginning so~

RUKA: We gotta have a talk of course! Here’s the theme~

(Ruka pulls out a signboard and shows it to everyone)

RUKA: “Please tell us all the nicknames you’ve had until today~!”

[05:51]

AYUMU: Nicknames, huh…

HARUTO: Do we just have to write it on the sketchbooks given to us before recording?

RUKA: Yep, that’s it~! But, since the listeners can’t see, you have to read it aloud.

RUKA: Then, everyone will go wild with responding over it~

AYUMU: I see…

AYUMU: To be honest, I don’t think I have a nickname that’s really interesting enough for everyone to talk about.

SHO: Actually, this was the same topic that VAZZY had.

SHO: They had someone there that didn’t have a nickname, too, so it’s going to be okay ♪

SHO: That in itself would make for a good talk.

REIJI: Sho didn’t say any names but, I can only think of one guy who doesn’t have a nickname (in VAZZY)!

GAKU: (chuckles)

RUKA: Alright, the time limit is one minute so write all you can~!

RUKA: After that, everyone will show theirs on the count of three, got it~?

RUKA: Alright, start!

(everyone gets flustered as they begin to write)

GAKU: That was sudden…

REIJI: Oh, for real?!

(everyone starts writing)

HARUTO: (muttering) There’s that… and that, too…

AYUMU: (muttering) Oh, there was that as well…

SHO: Alrighty ♪

HARUTO: That was fast…!

SHO: I had a lot of nicknames that I got from when I was performing overseas so it was all written in katakana.

REIJI: Damn…! Isn’t one minute too short?!

REIJI: Ah, there’s still—Uh…

RUKA: I started the countdown myself but this is bad…!

RUKA: Um, there’s that… and that… ah, and that, too…!

GAKU: I’m done.

AYUMU: Me, too.

AYUMU: Mine’s really normal so, I’m counting on everyone to please expand the talk.

GAKU: That’s kinda gallant of you to say.

GAKU: It’s gonna be okay~ There’s six of us so even if we talk about the weather, we can talk about it for 30 minutes.

AYUMU: I see. Thank you.

RUKA: How many more seconds left? 10 seconds?!

REIJI: Alright, I’m done!

RUKA: AH!

(bell dings)

SHO: Alright, time’s up~

RUKA: (panting) That was bad for my heart…

GAKU: Ruu has a lot of nicknames after all. You get a new nickname every time you go to a theatre.

AYUMU: That’s amazing.

RUKA: Well, being in the theatre is kinda like being in a school club.

AYUMU: Is that so…?

AYUMU: Though, it’s true that it did kind of feel like that during our KisoSekai performance.

AYUMU: It was fun.

GAKU: I think Ayumu would do well in a play, too!

SHO: Now then, now then~ Shall we announce what we wrote?

RUKA: Everyone, here we go! 1, 2, 3, go~!

(they all show their sketchbooks to each other)

ROCK DOWN: Woah…!

[08:33]

SHO: Should I read mine first?

SHO: Let’s see…

SHO: “Oono, Shoui, Snow, Ninja” These were nicknames that I got during my overseas violin recitals.

SHO: I don’t have much nicknames here in Japan. I’m usually just called ‘Sho’ here.

HARUTO: This is my first time hearing that Sho was a ninja…!

SHO: Of course I’m not ♪ Surprisingly, there are still a lot of foreigners who think that Japanese people equal ninja.

SHO: It wasn’t said to me specifically but, I’ve heard some Japanese people being given the nicknames “geisha” and even a kaijuu’s name.

HARUTO: I see.

AYUMU: Apparently, there are a lot of foreigners who find pronouncing Japanese names difficult.

SHO: Exactly. In my case, since my name is ‘Sho’ they felt that it sounded a bit short.

SHO: Though, there were a lot who just called me by my name.

REIJI: Here, here~! What does ‘Snow’ mean then? Or is it directly just that?

SHO: It is. Apparently, it was because of my appearance.

RUKA: It’s true! Sho-kun’s very pale~ You’re also thin and look frail so ‘Snow’ fits you perfectly~!

SHO: Though, I may not be frail as you imagine. That’s all for my nicknames ♪

SHO: Next one is Haruto. Go ahead~

HARUTO: Got it.

HARUTO: “Haru, Kujikawa Bomb, Warrior #2” Lately, I’ve been called “Sunshine Kujikawa” too.

HARUTO: Though, I’m happy that my nicknames have increased thanks to ROCK DOWN’s activities.

RUKA: Aside from the first ‘Haru’, the others sound so intense and powerful!

RUKA: Yep~ It’s proof that Haru-kun’s doing so well in ROCK DOWN!

REIJI: Ruka~ I really admire that positive thinking of yours sometimes.

REIJI: Rather than calling it a nickname, isn’t it more appropriate to call it some weird parts of Haruto?

HARUTO: (with an energetic voice) Let’s do this!

REIJI: Shut up!

SHO: Even though I’ve known Haruto the longest, there are still times when I’m surprised every time I see a new side of him.

SHO: That’s why every day feels so fresh~

SHO: Seeing him play along every now and then makes me happy as a leader ♪

AYUMU: I won’t deny that he’s been playing along. It might mean that… he’s becoming more amazing.

REIJI: Ayumu~ I’ll share my awesomeness with you so why don’t you release your awesome self~?

AYUMU: You’re right… There are times when I think that.

REIJI: Aren’t you… being too soft today?

AYUMU: Am I? (sighs) Maybe I am.

AYUMU: I might unexpectedly like this kind of calm talks.

RUKA: I’m glad that Ayumu-kun’s enjoying VazzRadio~!

RUKA: Alright~ Up next is Reiji-kun! Release your dark past~!

REIJI: Don’t just decide whether someone’s nickname is dark or not!

GAKU: But, isn’t there something awesome written there~?

REIJI: Well, I won’t deny that! I’ll explain it later so I’ll read it for now.

REIJI: Alright…

REIJI: “Amahane, Tenshi, Amaji, Reijii, Autto, Amahacchi, Tenbane, Host, Number 1, Pindon” Guess that’s about it.

REIJI: Alright, feel free to react!

GAKU: You’re kinda chill about this.

GAKU: Man~ I really like your professional attitude where you face anything head-on without trying to hide anything.

REIJI: Being able to read the atmosphere stops people from making fun of you in this industry.

RUKA: See~? Your professionalism is something else~

RUKA: Okay, can we ask you to explain now~?

REIJI: Roger.

REIJI: Well, “Amahane” is another way of reading my last name.

REIJI: “Tenshi” is, y’know? Take the “ten” character from “Amaha” and combine it with the “tsukasa” character in “Reiji”. That’s how it’s read.

REIJI: Then “Amaji” is really just another way to read my combined name.

REIJI: “Reijii” is just a longer way of pronouncing my name. Then “Autto” is from “outrage”. For some reason, only the first part remained. (2)

REIJI: It was just a nickname from when I was a teenager but, I wasn’t really that wild, y’know?!

SHO: Really? I feel like I’ve heard a lot about Reiji’s naughtiness even before I joined the agency.

REIJI: Ah… For real…?

SHO: For real~

AYUMU: By the way, that was around the time he met me.

GAKU: I see now. “Outrageous” Reiji and the serious Ayumu.

GAKU: No wonder you’re natural enemies.

REIJI: Wait a sec! Like I said, I wasn’t that naughty!

RUKA: Reiji’s fans from long ago might be laughing at that sarcastically now, huh~?

RUKA: Reiji-kun, Reiji-kun, continue explaining~

REIJI: (groans) You all better back me up after this.

REIJI: What’s left? Well, “Amahacchi” is self-explanatory.

REIJI: “Tenbane” is part of the ‘other reading’ series.

REIJI: “Host, Number 1, and Pindon” are also easy to understand.

REIJI: I was told that I act like a host sometimes so they gave me that nickname.

AYUMU: What’s “Pindon”…?

REIJI: It’s that really classy rosé champagne brand, “Dom Perignon”. It’s a pink champagne so “pink” plus “don”. Pindon.

REIJI: It’s a really expensive champagne that’s drunk at host clubs so I was given the image that I drink a lot of classy wines.

AYUMU: I see.

AYUMU: “You’re a man who splurges on classy wines,” is what it means, huh?

REIJI: I’ll tell you this, okay? It’s only an image and a misunderstanding, got it?

REIJI: I’m the type who’s actually pretty common and uses stuff until I can’t use them anymore.

ROCK DOWN: We know.

SHO: Reiji has his own perverse side but he really loves taking care of people after all~

HARUTO: He’s a kind senpai who taught me a lot, isn’t he?

GAKU: You’re a very doting man after all, huh?

REIJI: … Hearing it all from you directly is kinda annoying…

RUKA: Then, let’s go to Ayumu-kun next~

[14:56]

GAKU: We’re ready to expand the talk for you.

RUKA: Perfectly ready~!

AYUMU: You make my heart feel at ease. Thank you.

AYUMU: Mine is, “TachiHana, TachiAyu, Ayumin, Warrior No. 1” that’s all. (3)

HARUTO: I thought that they would be all normal but it seems like there’s something more to them.

RUKA: I don’t think you have the right to be saying that, Haru-kun~

GAKU: Well, ‘Warrior No. 1’ is exclusive to us so, putting that aside for now, TachiHana, TachiAyu, and Ayumin all seem to come from your name but—

GAKU: ‘Ayumin’ is kind of a cute nickname.

REIJI: Ah… (laughs)

AYUMU: Mr. Outrage here gave me that nickname.

AYUMU: He harassed me when I was feeling so nauseous from nervousness during filming one time…!

RUKA: He seems to remember it quite well~

REIJI: Ah… That was— (chuckles) Y’know? I was trying to calm your nerves!

GAKU: And so, you two became natural enemies.

HARUTO: My condolences!

SHO: Though, I can totally imagine it.

RUKA: Bullying is bad, Reiji-kun~

REIJI: It was in the past, okay?! It’s all in the past!

REIJI: Plus, I wasn’t planning on bullying him! Really, I’m telling the truth!

AYUMU: Well… if you told me that now… I might believe you.

HARUTO: You’re barely safe. Isn’t that great, Reiji-san?

REIJI: Shut it!

SHO: Back then it was difficult for the both of you but, ever since becoming a part of ROCK DOWN, your misunderstandings have all gone away~

SHO: (chuckles) Isn’t that great?

GAKU: Going off-topic, here are my nicknames. Ta-da.

(Gaku shows his sketchbook)

GAKU: “Gakkun, Daikoku, Gakunosuke, Kuro, Daigaku, Okan” That’s about it, I guess. (4)

RUKA: Oh~! I feel like I’ve seen most of those!

SHO: Out of all the nicknames where they’re all a variation of ‘Oguro Gaku’, “Okan” stands out the most.

GAKU: Right? Plus, I feel like I hear that all the time here and there.

GAKU: Am I really motherly?

AYUMU: I guess I can equate it to you being tolerant.

HARUTO: Though there are times when you really are like a mom.

GAKU: What’s with that~?

HARUTO: You don’t mind us being all wild outside and you always tell us, “Come on now, you boys, it’s time to go~” and stuff like that.

AYUMU: True.

GAKU: Your image of me is… quite something…

SHO: It means that you’re very reliable.

[17:22]

RUKA: Alright, I’m last~

RUKA: “Rukacchi, Ruu-Ruu, Nacchan, Nadumi Luke, Run-Run, Runba, Taruzumi, Borude no Mouchan, Nabebugyou, Kujaku, Sanba, Hikaru, Hakusai, Ruu-nyan, Ruu Nadumi, Shinkansen, Taraba, Imasokari, Mikhail, VazzRu, Ruemon, Pasta, Guinomi, Hachiko, Yoshitsune” were all I could write before time ran out~!

RUKA: I couldn’t write everything down and I think there are some I forgot.

REIJI: No… Isn’t that too much?

HARUTO: What an amazing amount of nicknames…!

HARUTO: Please share some with me!

AYUMU: I want one or two as well…

GAKU: That’s a new kind of joke… (chuckles nervously)

GAKU: Ruu loves nicknames, huh.

RUKA: Yup, yup~ Doesn’t a nickname convey a sense of familiarity so, isn’t it good~?

SHO: True. You do say so during events, too. “You can call me anything you like,” you said.

RUKA: Exactly! Calling me whatever is totally okay~

RUKA: Like, “A Ruka just for you~” or something.

RUKA: I seriously think that.

RUKA: I’m a stage actor after all. When I’m on stage, I live as many people and have lived many kinds of lives but, if I’m given a nickname for acting as that person, I feel like he really did live, you know?

RUKA: Kinda like a title, see~? I’m happy whenever they increase! I’m proud of it.

REIJI: The reason’s quite deeper than I thought it’d be. You’re kinda an unfair guy, huh.

REIJI: You took the most satisfying part.

HARUTO: Looks like his fighting spirit wasn’t to be taken lightly.

HARUTO: That way of thinking has been a good lesson for me.

AYUMU: Ruka’s amazing…

RUKA: (laughs) Thank you~

SHO: I’m so glad that we could talk a lot about your nicknames, Ruka.

SHO: It has been fun but we’ve run out of time.

RUKA: Thank you for sticking with us until the end, listeners~ Did this make you more interested in ROCK DOWN, I wonder~?

AYUMU: Did I… appeal well to you…?

HARUTO: Ayumu-san managed to show his soft side with his cool exterior so I think it went okay.

GAKU: Oh, that’s nice phrasing there, Haruto! It’s okay, Ayumu. I think it went well, too!

AYUMU: I see. I’m glad.

AYUMU: Radio is fun, huh? Since they can’t see us, we can relax and move ahead without being too nervous.

AYUMU: It might be fitting for me.

REIJI: Sho and Ruka’s great at making the conversation move, too.

HARUTO: True. Thank you, Sho. And Ruka-san, too.

SHO: Oh my, I got praised~ I’m thankful for the wonderful time, too.

RUKA: Please look forward to the next VazzRaji, too! But, we have to close this one properly first.

RUKA: We shall part for today in order to meet again~!

SHO: Let’s meet at the next VazzRaji, okay?

RUKA: Alright, then!

ROCK DOWN: Thank you very much!

==END==

Translator’s Notes:

(1) A traditional chabudai (tea table) typically looks like this:

Hence the characters’ reactions XD

(2) Amaha Reiji is written like this in kanji: [天羽玲司]

His nicknames are:

Amahane: [天] can be read as [ten/ame/ama/amatsu] and [羽] can be read as [bane/hane/ha/wa/u] hence when you combine them, it can be read as“Amahane” instead of the usual “Amaha”.

Tenshi: [天] can be read as [ten] (as mentioned above) and [司] can be read as [tsukasa/tsukasadoru/shi] thus, “Tenshi”.

Amaji: [Amaha] + [Reiji] = Amaji

Autto: “outrage” in Japanese is written as [アウトレイジ/autoreiji] so, “autto”.

Tenbane: Going with the ‘other reading’ series like Reiji said, [天/ten] + [羽/bane] = “Tenbane”

(3) Nothing really needs to be explained since TachiAyu, Ayumin, and Warrior No. 1 are self-explanatory but, Tachihana might need some explaining ^^

Ayumu’s name in kanji is: [立花歩] When together, [立花] is normally read as “Tachibana” but the [花] part can be read as [hana] as well hence, Tachihana.

(4) Oguro Gaku in kanji is: [大黒岳]

His nicknames are:

Daikoku: [大] can be read as [oo/ookii/ooini/dai/tai] and [黒] can be read as [kuro/koku] hence “Daikoku”.

Daigaku: [大/dai] + [岳/gaku] = Daigaku

Okan: [御母] is simply another way to say ‘mother’ XD

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Memoriae

Character/Pairing: Annabeth, Thalia, Luke

A/N: I love the tragic friendship of these three. Written for the Riordan Verse Zine.

Summary: History was just a little too close in this room, a little too real. It was too easy to look and wonder about the what-ifs.

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“It’s really musty in here.” Thalia coughed as she pushed cobwebs out of the way in the dark room. Taking a cue from her, Annabeth covered her mouth with a hand before groping the grimy wall for a light switch. It wasn’t long before she heard a soft click nearby and the room was bathed in a pale yellow light.

She wasn’t sure if that made the room more or less claustrophobic. It was a small area, with a few cardboard boxes and just enough space for three to lie down. Back when they were preteens, it might have been roomy, but now…Annabeth wasn’t the tallest adult but even she could touch the roof if she wanted to.

Yet it had been home and she found herself smiling as she scanned the room.

“It’s been ages since we we’ve been here.” Ages since anyone had been here. Judging by the dust on the floor, it had been untouched since they left it. “I can’t believe no one’s found it yet.”

“Well, you were always good at finding hiding spots.” Standing her tiptoes, Thalia rubbed Annabeth’s head affectionately. “It’s that big brain of yours.”

“You know I’m older than you now, right.” Annabeth glowered but made no move to swat Thalia’s hand away. It made her feel childlike, reminiscent of when she actually had lived here. “By several years.”

“Right, right. That’s going to take some time to get used to…” Thalia rubbed the back of her neck, considering it all.

There were times when Annabeth wondered what it would be like to have joined the hunters, to have gained immortality and the ability to see the world change. However, it seemed she would have lost more than she gained—her growth, Percy, the ability to change. “It’s going to only get worse with each year.”

“True but with each year, I feel you’ll probably have it more difficult than me. Grey hairs, wrinkles—” With a guffaw, she dodged Annabeth’s punch. “Anyways, Luke was always good at locking things, it would have been hard for anyone else to open the door.”

She gave her friend a last glare before moving on. “That’s true, though he never liked using his powers,” Annabeth chuckled, remembering the face he would make when they asked him. With a grimace, a pout, and then an imploring do I have to, he’d grumpily get to it.

“The face he’d make!” Thalia rolled her eyes, shoulders still shaking from laughter. “It was like he ate something sour.”

“Remember that time he had to eat those ripe peaches?” Annabeth grinned. “I swear he would have preferred drinking spoiled milk again. Even if that meant he’d spend three days on the toilet.”

“I think he went beyond hate when it came to peaches,” the huntress guffawed, wheezing as she remembered. “And you used to love them, so he had to keep finding them.”

“And with a smile each time.”

Sobering up quickly, Thalia frowned. “He was always good at hiding things. Except for his anger at the gods. We should have realized it sooner.”

“After he failed his quest, he was never the same. I should have noticed it.” Annabeth bit her lip, remembering just how dark his expression had been back then. Like the constellations, there were so many signs and she had ignored each one until it was too late. If she had noticed earlier, if she had left with him back in San Francisco, would he be alive now?

It was a question without an answer—it was far too late for what-ifs. There was only the present, only now, and this meant a timeline where Luke was dead.

Scanning the floor, Annabeth crouched down to pick up a small toy. Turning over the plastic figure in her hands, she gave a fond smile. “Now this is something I didn’t expect to see again. I thought I lost it when we had to leave.”

“Leave? Chased out, more like,” Thalia scoffed before peering around her friend curiously. “What’s that?”

“One of those happy meal toys.” Holding up the Hercules toy, Annabeth snorted. “The Disney movie was pretty inaccurate. He was nothing like this.”

“No, definitely not.” Thalia gingerly took the toy. The paint was chipped in places and it was missing an arm. Years of abandonment had not improved its condition. “We wouldn’t have half of our issues if he was anything like the movie.”

Taking back the toy, Annabeth pitched her voice lower and moved its arms. “Hello, sister. Nice seeing you again.”

“You’re spending too much time with Percy.” Thalia shook her head. However, with her cracking a grin, it was hard to gauge how serious she was. “When’d we get it? I don’t think we ever bought a happy meal.”

“We didn’t.” Annabeth turned the toy over, lifting the discoloured cape. Scrawled in red ink was the name Luke. “Luke gave it to me. It used to be his.”

“That’s unusual.” Thalia’s expression softened before she turned away. “I thought he didn’t take anything with him. And considering how much he hated Hermes…”

“Maybe.” Annabeth set the toy on a cardboard box. Unbalanced, it fell over immediately. “Maybe it gave him hope.”

“Hope.” Thalia returned to searching, opening up one of the smaller cardboard boxes. “I guess if you don’t know his personality, he is kinda…hopeful.” Pulling out a bottle from the box, she turned to Annabeth. “There’s some nectar here, along with bandages.”

“Wow.” Annabeth wiped her eyes quickly and pulled out a checklist. “We left these places pretty stocked considering how little we had.”

“Yeah, I dunno how, but we always managed to find just enough.” Thalia shrugged, closing the box once more. “Makes it easier now at least.”

“Well, satyrs have more hiding spots now.” Annabeth checked off their location on the list. “Just two more places to look at then.”

“Just two?” Thalia groaned, slumping forward. Looking haggard, she gave Annabeth the stink eye. “We’ve been at it for days now.”

It was strange. Maybe it was because Thalia was eternally a teenager or maybe it was because Annabeth hadn’t been one in so long, but she felt a bit like a parent. Gods, she hoped none of her kids were this rebellious. Forcing some cheer she didn’t entirely feel, she pumped her fist. “We’re almost done!”

“You said that last time.” Thalia grimaced, shooting daggers at her. Irritated, she sat down and leaned against a wall. “I’m taking a break.”

“…fine.” Annabeth rolled her eyes before joining Thalia. While she also wanted a breather, she questioned taking one in this dusty room. She could feel the years of grime settling on her like a second skin. They’d have to send a clean-up crew in before anyone used it.

Looking up, she spotted crayon marks on the wall, a long line labelled with their names. Luke had wanted to keep track of their heights. They had spent the longest time in this hideout and it wasn’t very hard to remember what it used to be like here. Thalia would be sitting near a door, ready to pounce. Luke would be carefully organizing their goods, dividing up their supplies so they had an emergency stock if needed. And she’d be sitting next to him, watching with adoring eyes because Luke could do no wrong back then.

He had been a father, a brother, a crush. He turned into a traitor, an enemy, a destroyer.

And now—now Annabeth had no idea what hat to give him, where to place this complicated, selfish, selfless man. Maybe they could have talked more; his ideas weren’t wrong, just his methods. If she had asked, if she had known…

“Do you think.” Annabeth leaned against Thalia. Sitting like this, she felt like a child again, nestled between her two favourite people. “Do you think we could have stopped him? Saved him?”

“They said it was fate, destiny, but!” Thalia ground her teeth, an angry grunt escaping her lips as her fist hit the ground. “I hate those words. Like we couldn’t do anything, like we can’t escape—I…” Her voice trailed off, her words almost too soft for Annabeth to hear. “I know we could have. If we had more time or if I hadn’t been a stupid tree, I know we could have helped him.”

“Yeah.” Annabeth gripped Thalia’s hand.

Do you love me? Luke had asked, his voice no more than strangled whisper. The light in his eyes had already started fading and she hadn’t been sure if he could see her, let alone hear her. Even the warmth of his hands, the warmth that had saved her a thousand times over, had already disappeared.

I do, she had answered, I always did, you’re family. He should have known the answer, he should have always known the answer. Maybe she should have said it louder, said it clearer. Had he forgotten it? There were so many reasons he had turned away from her, from them, and maybe that was one of them.

“You know,” Annabeth mumbled, closing her eyes. “I hate him. Just a little.”

Thalia snorted. “There’s no little for me. He should have known better. I should have been around to punch his idiotic face before he thought of that moronic plan.”

Laughing, Annabeth shook her head. “As long as you didn’t break his nose.”

“Hmmm…” Thalia considered it. “Well, he did have a good nose. I suppose I’d keep it to his jaw or something.”

She wasn’t sure how long reincarnation took. Was there already a baby Luke somewhere, reborn and ready to try for the Isle of the Blessed? He would make it, she was sure. “Maybe I’ll aim for it.” Annabeth stared up at the ceiling. It would take years but she had always been an overachiever too. “The Isle of the Blessed. If I get there, I can punch him for you.”

“Yeah.” Thalia grimaced. Immortality really did have some disadvantages. “I guess I can’t really aim for it.”

“That’s true.” Annabeth hugged Thalia, snuggling in a bit closer. “You could always guide our reincarnations.”

“If I did that, I might as well punch him myself,” she grumbled, not quite rejecting the idea. “But this means I have to deal with more Percy.”

“Percy?”

“Like he’d let you aim for the Isle without him.” Thalia gave her a look, as though she were an idiot. And maybe she was, because she couldn’t really argue against that. “It was such a pain convincing him to not come.”

“That’s…probably true.” Annabeth shrugged but she couldn’t stop the soft smile tugging at her lips. “I guess we’re just not going to leave you alone for a while then.”

“Not for a long time,” Thalia agreed, her arms sliding around Annabeth. “And all of your lives had better be long ones. Even Luke’s lives.”

Annabeth pressed her face in her friend’s shirt, not quite trusting her voice. Thalia said nothing, stroking her hair softly as they sat there.

Before they left, Annabeth pocketed the inaccurate Hercules. We’re a family, he had said when he gave it to her, his smile infectious. Her eyes had been the size of drachmas as she examined the toy, the only one she had seen after leaving her father. He had laughed, light and carefree, his hand ruffling her hair as she had thanked him.

We’re a family. Those words rang true, even now. In the end, despite what Kronus did, Luke never forgot that. Maybe it was his destiny to fall, to betray, to die. Maybe he couldn’t fight fate.

But there were small rebellions, things that even prophecies couldn’t touch. The power of love, of family, the promise he had made so long ago. He died as himself, remembering just what, just who he had been fighting for.

“Coming?” Thalia asked, standing at the door.

“Yeah.” Annabeth hurried after her. In two lifetimes, when she’ll meet him again on the Isle of the Blessed, he’d probably accept her slug with an accepting smile.

They were family, after all.

#percy jackson #thalia grace #luke castellan #annabeth chase #fanfic

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ASOUE SEASON 3, Part 2

There are some things that I enjoy, some things that bug me, and some of those things that bug me are thing I do enjoy but i have to question regardless. The post grew so long I’m cutting it into two parts, and frankly this covers The PP and The End (part one won’t be linking because idk what Tumblr did with that update with links).. We are in the second half of the season, and boy, do I have a lot of hot opinions! Most of it it’s under the read more to not cog the tags.

Frank, Ernest, and Dewey: I feel so validated my theory of Dewy was talking to the Baudelaires last and pretending to be Frank or Ernest is confirm...here at least! Speaking of them, I think Frank was the first one the Baudelaires talk too, then Ernest talk second. In the first convo, Frank or Ernest was Serious and To the Point, and Frank (confirm in book it’s Frank)) was like that with Violet. In the second convo, Frank or Ernest was Friendly and Emotional with his words, and Ernest (confirm in book it’s Ernest) was being a bit cheeky with Klaus and humorous when lassoing Larry Your Waiter up (RIP). Sorry about your brother you two... but boy the shot Dewy floating in the water looks beautiful.

I think the show was trying to pull a red herring that Kit was ‘evil’ due her asking Dewy to give Frank her regards because no one knows about the unicorn that is Dewy.

Lack of Sir and Charles/Switching roles/The JS Debate: I learned beforehand Charles’ actor couldn’t make it to filming so they had to rewrite him out. Didn’t expect to get rid of Sir (granted, I hear Sir’s actor is like..expense to get back or something and season one was lucky to get him). Still, nice to see that they were able to get Jerome to fill in his (kinda) canon role and Charles. Also, are Charles and Jerome together? That’s a great step up Jerome! Also, nice to know Babs and Miss Bass are together (man I wonder how the in-laws will react to that). I think what really threw me into the loop is that the Netflix Show made JS, the person behind it all, to be Justice Strauss with others JS helps. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the book had ‘JS’ be anonymous as not even Justice Strauss or Jerome knew who is the real JS since they thought it was meet for them (with theories saying it’s Lemony pretending to his brother and the taxi driver in the PP is him. Thanks Netflix for actually confirming the taxi driver part). Didn’t mind Nero being with Esme. I like that (they didn’t show the report who name I freaking forgot. Guess that says something).

At the Opera Tonight & (Lack Of) Bertrand : Hey, Netflix...Olaf’s parents death was A HIT MURDER by Beatrice, The Snickets (Kit and maybe Lemony if 13 Secrets is valid, who know about Jacques), and most importantly, BERTRAND. The books made it clear both were involved in some way or form. In fact, the lack of Bertrand is so insulting. Lemony may not say talk about him too much, but damn it, Lemony liked and respect Bertrand and never hold a grudge. Lemony in the show is the same, just less because the writers really did put more of an emphasis on Beatrice as the Lost Lenore and true OTP (????). In fact, why did the Opera events paint the noble side of VFD good with the accidental death? It was hit, and everyone was guilty and not free of sin. Here though, they are guilty as hell but free of sin as ‘it was an accident’. Well, since Bertrand wasn’t involve in the events here...the guy is actually innocent and free of sin good job Bertrand you don’t have blood on your hand (this sounds like sarcasm but it’ not). Also. you a handsome man.

Personal Headcanon That I Will Never Let Go Now Due to the Above Nonsense: Olaf’s parents were part of VFD, and were sympathetic to the fire starting side of schism, but overall close to neutral (Olaf didn’t and will never know, and book implies the schism wasn’t bad until after Olaf did his thing to frame Lemony for the crimes), due to their positions of society as aristocracy, a father in a high government related job (thanks Netflix for making Dad the Chief of the Official Fire Department it almost lines up perfectly) and mother as A-List Theater Performer. They managed to get a faster reunion when Olaf is 17 (Lemony, Olaf, and a few others are supposed to be the same age while the other siblings are older by a few years, and 18 seems to be the legal age of becoming an adult in this world). The three were at the opera for their first time reunion, and Beatrice and Bertrand were given the task on getting rid of them, and they thought ‘oh this will be easy’ because Kit was helping to deal with Esme and they succeeds. They were about to celebrate and leave when they hear Olaf and see him running to his dead parents (they have no idea he was there. If Lemony was involve, then they did knew but used Lemony as a distraction to make sure Oalf won’t witness the deed. As to why Olaf as to see the body? Because seeing a body adds extra fuel to people waiting revenge). Olaf is still on the noble side at this point (if barely), and he doesn’t know the truth until later, after somehow losing the family fortune and a switch to the fire starting side. Incompetent banking may or may not be involve.

Hotel Denouement (Fire): Bit upset the sign isn’t written backwards, but hell, I want to stay there regardless!!! Also, I like how the show kept most of the fates a mystery expect Justice Strauss (how did she get down from the roof). The books implies Mr. Poe will die another night, so ergo in Netflix Show Mr. Poe and oddly enough, Vice Principal Nero of all people, survive as well. Thanks Nero for saving Mr. Poe for his offscreen date in the future. Side topic, but my headcanon in the books is (excluding Mr. Poe as his is given) Esme, Ernest, Hal, Hugo and Colette and Kevin survived. Those that made it out but died due to fire related injures later on (within a day or a week) would be Frank, Jerome, Charles, Sir, Nero and the Teachers, and Carmelita. Everyone else is 100% dead (guess I got to change my 100% dead Justice Strauss status lol). The choices were pick due to drama (Esme cares for Carmelita and would be 100% heartbroken to see her die after the two made it out. For Frank and Ernest, I figure losing one brother would change their hostile relationship to a reluctant team up to get out of the fire together. Frank, being noble, gets Ernest out first resulting getting injuries and dying later, leaving Ernest all alone. Sir and Charles were still holding hands when they got out, but Sir died first and Charles went next due to a broken heart) or luck (Hal survived one fire already; I want Hugo, Colette, and Kevin to catch a good break).

I cried when the ending happened that song f*** me up so bad like things could have been different and happy but I’m stuck in misery and woe.

THE END/VFD AND SCHISM: I HATE THIS EPISODE SO FREAKING MUCH. Well, the Island parts (lol the red herring of Beatrice II being Sunny just by wanting to be call by her last name). They cut characters stuff with Friday (and her mother), the mutiny (that was the best part!!!)...almost all the stuff that made The End good! Also, wtf was with the BS of Ishmael making VFD? Like, I like how he was the Principal, that I can accept. But I got the impression, and it was actually implied, it been around for a long time before Ishmael was even born. He made it sound like a book club for the prestigious good people that are rich and bored. Newsflash Netflix: IT’S NOT. Kit flat out mentions that the schism started when she was four, and it only got worse when her generation came. In fact, the schism only got worse when Olaf went after Lemony, making it the schism everyone knows today. The way the show paints it...it’s the pettiness form of petty and revenge and actually revenge I would like normally but I hate it in the context. I have more, but I’m be making a post about it...a (crack-ish/shitpost comparison of sorts you will of sorts. All I can say is the the White Face women are younger than they look or lost their family and sister in a fire while in their 20′s or 30′s (Ishmael and the Man with Beard but no Hair and Woman with hair but no Beard and Co -> Lemony and Co aka Schism start at teenage/young adult years -> Baudelaires and Co).

Honestly the good stuff was Sunny thinking of pushing Olaf overboard, and the whole thing leading up to Olaf and Kit’s death I cried so much.

Chapter 14: Okay, I’m a sucker for a happy ending after so much crap happened. Lemony and Beatrice II found family again (if for a short time), Fiona and Fernald got a Pushing Daisies ending when Captain Widdershins shows up (referring to Emerson Cod’s reunion with his daughter), Quigley reuniting with his stock footage siblings + Hector, the Troupe having a happy ending fulling their dream, and IDV maybe making it to the the islanders in time. Do I admit that the whole point of their ‘last appearance’ with the Great Unknown (or IDV just disappearing) is to give a message that you can’t always know what happens and mysteries are still out there (imo). Yes, but again, I’m a sucker for happy endings, so I’m fine either way. Also, in Season One there was a narration of Lemony with a very tiny Self Sustaining ship in the BG. Since we know Lemony is actually narrating from the future...it’s a given the Quagmire and Hector would survive. It’s a blink and you miss, but it’s there. So yeah, while everything else could be chalk up as a fake happy ending imagine by Lemony and/or Beatrice II, the Quagmire Triplets and Hector were given a happy fate from the start! Okay, I guess they still need to come down at some point but...

I would watch the PP episodes, but never the End unless I want to make myself angry.

#netflix asoue #denouement triplets #dewey denouement #beatrice baudelaire #bertrand baudelaire #asoue season 3 #a series of unfortunate events #ASoUE #spoilers #asoue spoilers

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Love Goddess: An Ariyama Exchange Fic (Translation)

Myojo 2013.12 to 2014.05

T/N: I want to make it very clear that I didn't write this! 😅’ Please let me know if there were any errors.

I came across this recently after Yamada mentioned how he tends to write tragic love stories in the recent Urujump and someone commented that we should revisit “Love Goddess”.

I thought about making 6 posts but at the end of the day, each chapter is pretty short, so I grouped all 6 of them. The “author’s comment” are actually messages between Yamada and Dai-chan and they described their... um... thought process. They were clearly half-assing this, so don’t take it too seriously. Also, I think when they came up with their unit song, My Girl, they were probably thinking about this story.

Original source: @Momomo415 https://mobile.twitter.com/momomo415/status/772828405490331648

Also here, here, and here

Myojo Staff

Starting this month, you can read the exchange fiction written by Yamada and Arioka! Taking the “top batter” position, Yamada started the story with a bang!!

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Chapter 1: My Best Friend is My Rival in Love?!

By Yamada Ryosuke

Arioka and I were in the same year in the same high school. We knew each other since we were kids; in fact, we were best friends. However, we had completely opposite personalities. Arioka was serious and a bit timid and weak, and in comparison, I was a bit of a player*… if I may say so myself. I didn’t have a steady girlfriend; I dated a lot of girls from school.

[* Charai refers to flashy, shallow, frivolous, goof, thoughtless and also super flirty behaviour. When used to describe a person, it’s probably closest to “player” in English. I will stick with “charai” when they are talking about behaviour since I haven’t thought of a single word that describes all of the above.]

Recently, Arioka had fallen for Yuko, a girl from the class next to his. Every day, he would nag me with questions like “How do I get her to go out with me?” Once in a while, I gave him some advice on matters of love.

This story started one day after school. As usual, I was in the gym making out with a girl whose name I didn’t know. I heard familiar footsteps approaching, and even though my eyes were closed, I knew it was Arioka who was coming over to get me.

“Yamada!! Let’s go home!! Hey you, you are doing that with [random] girls again?!”

My eyes opened and the girl slowly looked back at Arioka. At that moment, Arioka froze; the bag he was holding fell on the ground.

“Yu...Yuko-chan…!!”

[T/N: Yes, “Yu” as in Chinen Yuri.]

Author’s Comment:

While this is totally fictional, I wanted to write a love triangle where Dai-chan and I were fighting over a girl. Dai-chan, I leave this to you to make the story more messed up (lol)!!

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Chapter 2: Hitting Rock Bottom, My Revenge Begins!

By Arioka Daiki

I definitely saw something I didn't want to see.

My best friend Yamada and my crush Yuko kissing!!

Unable to take the shock, I ran out of that place.

“That girl is Yuko-chan, my crush? That can't be!! I don't know what to think~!”

I heard Yamada's urgent appeal from behind me, but I wasn’t listening, I ran and ran aimlessly… and without noticing, I ended up at the park.

“Why is this happening…”

For me who lost my best friend and the girl I liked in one shot, I didn’t know what to do. I wondered why I am so useless...

“Yamada is so popular, why can't I be like that... What does he have that I don't?”

I was thinking about that as I walked into a convenience store. And then it appeared before my eyes: a handbook for love called “From Today Onwards, You Can Be Popular Too”. Grasping at straws, I poured over the contents of the book, studying [the methods] over and over again…

A few days later, I, who used to wear my uniform super properly, left three buttons of my shirt open and wore a sparkly earring in my pierced ear. My hair was waxed and big and I had a party girl* under each of my arms. This was the new me that bumped into Yamada.

[* Ike ike girl (イケイケガール) is literally translated as a “go go girl”. Similar to “charai”, there seems to be certain traits associated with the term. I am just going to use “party girl” here.]

“You are Ar...Arioka?”

Facing this shocked Yamada, I openly declared.

“I will make you feel the pain I felt!”

Author's Comment:

Since Yamada requested that I make “the story messy!”, I turned this into a revenge drama. It was an experience imagining ourselves being bad (laughs). Let’s see what you can cook up next [Yamada]!

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Chapter 3: The Playboy met His True Love?

By Yamada Ryosuke

Unbuttoned uniform, sparkly earring, and waxed hair.

The Arioka in front me had certainly turned into an “unmissable character”. However, his eyes were wide opened from shock.

That’s right. I had dyed my hair blonde and was wearing colour con, so I had become more charai than ever!

“Take a good look, Arioka! This is called “the comeback of a player”!!!”

Faced with that [embarrassing] situation, Arioka was crestfallen. Yet the party girls with him became turned on by this defeated Arioka.

I casually met the eyes of one of the girls…

Eh?! Is that…. Is that Yuko?!

In other words, Yuko, who made out with me just a few days ago, was attracted to Arioka at this moment….

What? When have I cared about Yuko? She was just one of the many girls I made out with!

Well then, why is my heart so confused…

I slowly left that place.

Author’s Comment:

This month’s theme is the comeback of a player (laughs)! Yuko, who was uninterested at first, had finally turned around and looked at Arioka. Dai-chan, how will you continue this battle of the players?

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Chapter 4: The Curtains are Drawn on the Battle of the Players!

By Arioka Daiki

With a sad look on his face, Yamada turned back and started to walk away slowly.

And then... “Wait a minute!”, Yuko-chan suddenly shouted at Yamada. I looked up when I heard her voice. Yuko-chan slowly looked back and forth between me and Yamada, and with determination, she said this.

“I love players. The more they play the field, the more I love them. So with that, the first ever “Battle of the Players” begins!”

Not quite knowing what she meant, both Yamada and I asked, “Battle of the Players?”

“Yama-chan and Dai-chan are part of it of course, but all the guys at school who feel like they are players are welcome to join too. The winner of the “Battle of the Players” can go out with me!”

Hearing Yuko-chan’s words, I was fired up. “I’ll do it!”

Yamada, cracking his knuckles and brushing his hair upwards, said, “I am not going to lose!”

And then Yuko-chan explained the details of the battle; both Yamada and I were dumbfounded.

Author’s Comment:

No way. I didn’t expect Yamada to become even more charai than me, I wasn’t sure how to continue… So, I decided to add the popular battle element from shounen manga. Let’s heat this up!

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Chapter 5: Arioka’s Secret is Revealed…?!

By Yamada Ryosuke

[T/N: To be honest, some of the characters’ actions are making me a bit uncomfortable. I guess they are stereotypical “charai” behaviour? Which kinda made them creeps, but whatever... 😅’ ]

“Simply speaking, I am going to observe the two of you round the clock to see which of you have a more charai lifestyle.”

And just as she said, Yuko started observing us the next day. Even though we were being watched, I was very charai to begin with, so I was pretty confident in my chances of winning. After all, I was someone who greeted every girl a “good morning” with kisses.

While I was confident I had the edge, two days, three days later, the winner was still not decided. Yuko said Arioka was showing his “player” quality by repeatedly flipping girls’ skirts and she was feeling turned on by that.

This went on until one day, I was in the nurse’s station getting hot and heavy with this girl from my class. Yuko and Arioka happened to walk by. To appeal to Yuko, Arioka cut in and started getting involved with the same girl I was with.

“WTH is this?! I am not going to lose!”, I said as I ripped open my uniform to show my beautiful, muscular body*. Seeing me and not wanting to lose, Arioka also started taking off his shirt. However, when Arioka saw his own topless self, he immediately regretted doing that. That is because Arioka’s tummy was on full display! In that moment, the battle was over… I snickered, knowing that I had won.

[* Yamada just really wanted to remind people he got a nice muscular body, huh?]

Author’s Comment:

Since we didn’t really thought through the plot of the story, it was a bit hard to keep going but I trust Dai-chan’s powerful ideas! Who will get Yuko’s heart? I am very curious to know too!

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Chapter 6: The Battle of the Players is Over! Who Got True Love in the End?

By Arioka Daiki

Facing Yamada’s well toned abs, I started taking off my shirt too and immediately realized it was the wrong move. That was because my abs were not in top condition. I was eating a lot of good food during winter and didn’t train my body, so it was no wonder I looked like that.

Yuko was staring at Yamada’s body and she was definitely into it. Yamada pulled Yuko into his embrace and they kissed passionately.

Yup, total defeat-----.

To stop my tears from coming out, I held my head up, but then I felt someone’s warm gaze on me. Suddenly, I remembered there was someone else in the room other than Yamada, Yuko, and I. In the room, there was also Keiko* who was making out with Yamada earlier! Keiko slowly opened her mouth, her eyes turned heart shaped, and shouted.

[* Yes, Kei as in Inoo Kei]

“Arioka-kun’s tummy reminds me of my papa’s! I loooove it!”

From that point on, Keiko pursued me relentlessly! No matter where I was, she was always beside me. No matter what I said, she would laugh [like it was the funniest joke]. My heart slowly turned towards the single-minded Keiko.

3 days later, I saw Yamada and Yuko taking a walk and holding hands. Now I was able to wholeheartedly support this couple.

That was because beside me…

My new love goddess, Keiko, was smiling at me.

Author’s Comment:

Since Inoo-chan was there, the story has a happy ending (laughs). Honestly, at first I was worried as the story kinda went off the rails! But I was enjoying the writing process. Will this story be published? Until the day we meet again, to be continued~

[Aside: I don’t know what to say. I guess Keiko likes the dad bod… in any case, she can help Dai-chan draw on some abs if need be. All things considered, the fight in My Girl makes more sense - at least the 3 of them had grown up together and frankly, I think the girl in the song probably think they are ridiculous and dump them anyway. ]

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#Myojo #Love Goddess #AriYama #Exchange fiction #translations #arioka daiki #yamada ryosuke

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tinypurpleparrot · 6 years

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Fanfiction Writer Asks

Fuck it, I’ll do it myself, because I know I can’t count on you nerds to actually ask anything. :p

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

I really don’t know. I’ve been writing creatively since I was like 6. I don’t really remember writing for fandom until Pokémon, but I’ve been in fandom since the original Sailor Moon and Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?

I guess the Yogscast. Except I only really like a few of them, and it sure as shit isn’t the main channel people. I haven’t found a new obsession because I can’t sit still for tv anymore, and I’m a patient gamer/reader. So once I find something I like, it’s probably old and everyone’s already moved on.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

OCs. I am boring, shy (and thus no fun), and quite good at ruining the moment.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

Action/Adventure. Fight scenes. Getting out of dire as fuck situations. Underdogs.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

I have so many… XP I guess a story I wrote in called Royal Infamy. It was literally hundreds of pages long, spanned at least 4 different fandoms, and could’ve been a standalone series if I just changed the names. Unfortunately it’s been lost to the ooooolllllddddd (and I mean 2001) internet. I like to think that maybe it’s on some ancient server, saved by those sorts of people who try to archive the entire internet and have literal exabytes of hoarded data. It was also how I met my SO of 13 years.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

A Prince of Persia fic. I don’t even like Prince of Persia.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

I never get as much inspiration as when it’s 1am and I’m supposed to be going to bed like a normal person. But never at a normal hour in the evening unless I’m inspired at work and have to rush home before I forget.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

It used to be from all the anime I used to watch, now it’s cobbled together from fantasy books and video games.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?

Like erotic fic? Eeeh. I’m so terrible at it that I literally only have one, I’m writing it right now, I’m not finished, and I don’t particularly like it because I keep subconsciously writing away from the part where they hold hands because I’m conflicted and discomforted by the whole thing, to be honest. Like, even when I was adolescent and supposed to be thirsty as teenagers are, I just wasn’t and couldn’t. My ex tried to get me to write something for him, and I still couldn’t do it. *shrug* It doesn’t help that I’ve never been big on shipping. …Those characters sure are standing next to each other, yep.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind?

Hahah… endings. That’s good. (Also see previous question.)

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Not that I can recall, unless you count ‘stop doing that thing’, ‘okay’ *does it more*

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

Rythian. Fuckin’ edgelord. Just everything about him and his OC is *kisses fingers*.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

Unfortunately Rythian is usually entangled with other people from the Yogscast. :p

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx?

Current project doesn’t even have a title, that’s how non-committed I am to it (she says even though it’s fast approaching a novelette.)

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?

If it’s an OC of a particular universe, there’s probably a naming convention, and I go by many names. If it’s just generic freestanding story, I keysmash and pick through it until it rolls off the tongue.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?

Classic ‘rivals who hide their sexual tension behind their distaste for one another.’

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

“I haven’t seen your face since when you first came back from The End. And the … incident with trying to rid you of your curse.” He chuckled. “I’ve actually seen a lot more than your scars.”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

Like 75% of my work is abandonware. I have ADHD, I get bored, and I usually take so long, the fandom “dies” before I can finish. And the moment is gone.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Royal Infamy. And make it mine this time.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Probably Royal Infamy.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Ilona Andrews. Her style is exactly what I aim for. …Okay maybe not the monster fucking, but the rest of it. Exciting, tense, a little bit scary.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

The Prince of Persia fic. The first draft of the erofic. The weeb crack.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Silence. My brain goes 100% towards analyzing music and then I can’t focus on anything else.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?

Eeeeeeehhhhhh *whines* I don’t wanna…

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Nope. I don’t write that kind of pain.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

The part where these two people who’ve tried to murder each other could even reasonably be in each other’s presence, let alone fuck. Also eternal hatred for evasive genital description brought on by a broken, puritan society.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I should start making outlines. My current three projects keep going off the rails.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?

To go in with no expectations of people ever responding let alone giving feedback to anything. You’re just tossing shit in a hole and for every ton, one flower might grow.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

I did a thing about how Lalnable Hector created Echo, and *crickets*.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Twenty years later, I still get emails about a fic I wrote about Birdy the Mighty (C-tier anime about a dead boy soul-sharing an intergalactic cop’s body.)

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Other than putting slivers of wish fulfillment in, no.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Someone found a fic I wrote in two weeks in an archive over 20 years old and sent me kudos. Like, that shit should’ve been buried. But they found it.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

Mary Sue. And you’re goddamn right she was. And I’ll fucking do it again.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Nope, not for fear or anything, I just don’t think to share before it’s done because I’ll probably abandon it anyway.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

You’ll be unsatisfied with the ending.

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?

You fucking made me open one of my old Gundam Wing crack fics to check. Now I don’t know because I’m still cringing.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.

*shrug* Like… I haven’t done a collab in *checks calendar* 17 years. I don’t have any live fandoms. I’m not big on trying to meld with other people’s styles.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?

Third.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?

No.

41) What’s your favourite minor character you’ve written?

Can’t think of one. I usually don’t have minor/background characters?

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.

…Okay, now I seriously can’t tell if xxx means erotic or a particular example. 😐 Anyway, I for some reason lost the ability to link songs to fics/personalities. I just don’t think of any particular person when I hear a song and vice-versa.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

That would imply enough people cared.

44) What is the last line you wrote?

Despite the queen pushing him, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to (which he didn’t.)

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?

If I don’t fucking do this it’s going to bother the fuck out of me for weeks, even if I don’t finish. Just get it on paper so it goes away.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?

More action and intrigue.

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?

The antagonist finds the protagonist’s berserk button and realizes that maybe they should not have pushed it.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

I can’t remember fics I wrote. And shit, that was at least 23 years ago. (She says even though she can perfectly remember her first fantasy novel 30 years ago. (The Gammage Cup))

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst. I think. I’ve gotten good feedback from my more serious stuff.

#fanfiction #about #check out my fanfiction tag. :p

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askaceattorney · 7 years

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Dear jnv11,

Only one word comes to mind in that scenario:

Poor Simon would hit a new record for the number of times he shouted that word in a single trial, and Ms. Oldbag might actually run out of breath before she’s done complaining.

Dear jnv11,

You kidding? The woman’s tough, but she’d have a heart attack in no more than five minutes. It’s been a decade since we’ve seen ’er, plus young samurai prosecutor who was suspected of killing his teacher?

Dear anon,

I think what we’ll actually do is stop answering letters that involve real-world politicians altogether, or at least ones that defame them. Just to be clear, the answers I came up with don’t reflect my actual opinion on Donald Trump.

Apologies to anyone who was hit the wrong way by those letters. Make no mistake, I was very uncertain about whether or not I should even bother answering them, but the “answer everything you can” part of my mind eventually won over the “avoid political topics” part. It was all in the spirit of comedy, but, as I should’ve expected, it became more hateful than funny, so I’d say I’ve learned my lesson now.

(Previous Letter)

Dear Ethan Starbright,

..................................................Pff...

PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Okay, I’m not sure why, but the utter randomness of that fact cracked me up for some reason. Thanks for that.

Dear Ethan Starbright,

.............

.....I don’t get it.

(Previous Letter)

Dear 55,

Glad to hear it! The Ace Attorney series is good at revealing the plot at just the right pace to keep you guessing about who the culprit is and/or what the motive for their crime was, but it’s just as entertaining to see Phoenix and company find the truth for themselves, even if you already happen to know some of it yourself.

Plot-wise, my favorite game was Trials and Tribulations, mostly because of how cleverly it jumped from one timeline (and main character) to another. Throughout the game, we get to learn more about the events of the past and how they relate to the present day situation -- Mia’s first encounter with Phoenix, Godot’s true identity and history, how Winston Payne lost his hair, and so on, and every tiny bit of it makes the game more intriguing. My favorite part was Iris’s confession about what she did for Phoenix near the end. I’d love to see Hollywood try and come up with anything as beautifully touching as that.

It’s been a little while since I listened to the soundtracks from any of the trilogy games, but I think my favorite one comes from the first game, since it’s the most memorable for me. I sure didn’t expect to hear those kind of fast and engaging tunes in a game about a lawyer, did you? The other soundtracks are great too, of course, but the songs from the first game (especially the cross-examination theme) are the most fun for me to remember.

Dear Anonymous,

That’s actually happened a few times before. I remember one letter were Maya claimed she’d never been out of the country even though PLvsAA is canon in this blog, and there was another where Apollo sounded skeptical about spirit channeling, even though he’d been born in the land of spirit mediums. Chances are we’ll have to delete letters that point out contradictions like that, but we’ll try our best to answer them if possible. There’s no way to tell what Capcom will come up with next, but that won’t stop us from making guesses about it in the meantime.

Dear Anonymous,

If something changes in the canon that isn’t reflected in a previous letter, it’s not important. Previous means not in the moment. Not in the moment means no one will notice unless they go far back enough. And if they comment on stuff that happened a while ago, they... no offence, kinda need a hobby.

Dear Professor Oak,

Yes.

Dear Professor Oak,

No.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Lachtigall,

Sorry to hear that, but hey, at least they picked a different character for the idea, so your letter will still get an answer. We both answer whatever letters we find regardless of which character they’re written to, but in answer to your question about who answered that letter...

Just kidding, it was me.

Dear guquis,

That should be fine if you’re willing to wait that long. Just make sure to indicate that in your letter.

Dear guquis,

if you want your letter to be on a specific date, specify it somehow. And also specify if you want that info blurred so it’s not obvious. It’ll be easier for us that way.

(Previous Letter)

Dear Ender,

It wasn’t intended to look scary in any way, but whatever floats your boat. I thought she looked kind of cute like that, actually.

Dear Ender,

Trust me, neither of them are contenders in the scary contest anymore. Have you ever met Robert? THAT, sir, is scary.

Dear SC,

ComEVENo, huh? That almost sounds like a Native American name.

I’ve finally finished watching Hotel Dusk, but I’ll save my reaction to it for last so I can go into full detail under the cut. That’s how much I enjoyed it.

My favorite cross-examination theme is from AJ, believe it or not. I love how it starts out slow and mysterious, then picks up speed and volume when Apollo’s about to discover a big truth. It’s also nice how the melody begins on the offbeat. It almost makes me want to dance to it.

I hadn’t thought much about which cross-examination I like best, but I’d probably go with the final confrontation with Furio Tigre. While bluffing is nothing new for Phoenix, it was fun watching him use the supposedly useless evidence that Gumshoe gave him to give his doppelganger a taste of his own medicine. It was one of those moments where I had no idea what his strategy was until Furio opened his huge mouth. After that, it became an “Ooooooh...” kind of moment.

I’d love to see that case ranking you’ve made. Every case has its ups and downs, but it’s fun to explore just what it is about each one that makes it memorable and...odd. Let’s be honest, they all have at least a tiny bit of oddness added in somewhere, am I right?

-Modthorne and Co-Mod

(Hotel Dusk spoilers below)

Oh, man..........oh, MAN!!

Seriously, I can’t remember the last time a game’s story left me this satisfied from beginning to end. To be fair, I just watched a playthrough of it on YouTube, so I might have avoided some potential frustration by not playing it myself, but man... I can tell the developers put some serious heart into that game. The music was delightful, the characters were all very charming, the art and animation style were done in a clever way, and the plot... Man, oh, man.

First of all, there’s the setup: Kyle’s goal in visiting Hotel Dusk (aside from getting a delivery) is established from the very beginning -- finding his former police partner and figuring out why he turned rogue and forced him to nearly kill him. Oddly enough, he has no real proof that visiting the hotel will lead him any closer to finding him -- all he has is a hunch.

Then there’s the way he goes about gathering information. Even as a retired cop, his detective instincts are still keen, and by snooping around the hotel (with some help from his “old buddy” Louis), solving a few puzzles, and asking the right people the right questions, he not only gains tidbits of information about Bradley, but also learns the secrets of the hotel’s residents, and how they and their stories are interconnected. And boy, did some of those connections surprise me.

But here’s what I loved most about the gameplay (and the entire game) -- in order to get the information he needs out of people, he first has to break them down to the point where they not only can’t hide the truth, but they realize how useless it is to keep lying to themselves. In fact, Kyle said it perfectly himself during one of these confrontations:

Whether it’s pressuring a pretend author to admit to his plagiarism, telling the spoiled son of a lawyer how dangerous his revenge scheme is, or convincing a drunk father to appreciate what he still has -- namely, his daughter -- Kyle just won’t put up with lies, even if he has to sound like the rudest person on Earth to dispel every last one of them...and he doesn’t even need the help of a Magatama!

Like every game, of course, this one isn’t without its faults -- the interactive parts are short, there’s very little challenge in picking the right dialogue options (usually just whichever is less annoying), and the language, while not terrible, could’ve been left out -- but the charm of the story and its characters more than makes up for it. Speaking of the story, it seems I was a little off on most of the predictions I made, but at least I was right about Melissa. She didn’t disappoint at being adorable one bit.

Oh, and one more thing -- if anyone reading this feels like playing or watching this game, which I highly recommend, be prepared for your jaw to drop at the very end. It’s that incredible.

And with that, my gushing about this game is over. Thank you for suggesting it, SC!

#jnv11 #anon #Ethan Starbright #55 #Anonymous #Professor Oak #Lachtigall #guquis #Southern Corn #Mod Post #Modthorne #Co Mod

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mrgrant9559-blog · 7 years

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Witch Way Is Right? Part 2

A/N: Whats up uglies! Alright so you seemed to love Part 1 of WWIR so much that I now have Clymida-syphilitis (JOKE)... So its only fair that I continue this series, even though I was hoping you guys would hate it so I don’t have to keep writing cause lets face it...

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

Subject: Avengers x Male!Reader (No pairings YET)

Warnings: Mentions of bullying. Thats it!

Prompt: “I have a crazy idea actually, the reader is a male witch, the avengers didn’t know it. They thought that he was just genius kid like peter that tony recruited to help him in developing his suits. One day he sliped and revealed that he could make vision turns into pink by only saying “rosea” and then he turned pink and the avengers were like ‘wtf?'”

Tags: @uselessace @avengersohyeah @thegreatficmaster @lzzywinchester

Part 1

Part 3

Part 4

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Peter’s POV:

I still think there’s something weird going on with (Y/N). I highly doubt someone just randomly chants a different language when they’re mad, and what makes it more weird is that it’s Greek. I mean we’re in the same grade and I don’t ever remember seeing him in any of my Greek classes. Maybe he learned it in middle school or from a family member but he’s not Greek. Or is he?

“Ned, you’ve known (Y/N) longer than me. Does he usually speak Greek?” I asked. Ned and I finally had time to rebuild the Lego Deathstar, since he let it fall to pieces when he found out I was Spider-Man. I was honestly scared when Ned found out about my secret. We’ve been friends for a long time and if I know anything about him, its that he can’t keep a secret for shit! But so far he’s been pretty good about not telling anyone, except for this one time he blurted out to everyone in gym class that I personally “know Spider-Man” just to impress this girl I liked named Liz Allen, who just so happened to be the daughter of this bad guy I was having major problems with at the time.

He looked up at me with confusion written on his face, “I honestly have no idea. (Y/N) has always been a closed book. He never really showed that much emotion. Plus, if he DID speak Greek, I wouldn’t know because... well mainly because I don’t know Greek myself.”

In the midst of figuring out (Y/N)’s secret, I’m starting to wonder how someone as nice and innocent as Ned got to be friends with someone like (Y/N).

“Yeah, that got me thinking.” I questioned curiously, “How’d you end up getting to know someone like him? I mean you guys are complete opposites yet you seem to know a lot about each other.”

Ned frowned almost like he was serious and he’s usually never serious about things. “Remember in middle school when those 8th graders threw their lunch at me and kept calling me Fathead Ned in front of everyone at lunch?” I nodded in response with my fists clenched HARD.

I remember that day cause everyone was laughing at him while he looked like he was gonna breakdown in tears. It had me beyond pissed. “Well while I was at the front office waiting for my parents to pick me up, (Y/N) came to comfort me. He told me not to worry and that karma always has something big planned for assholes like them. The next day, those same 8th graders all got a bad case of the flu and couldn’t go to the field trip to Universal Studios.”

I couldn’t help the smile that kept growing, “Yeah I remember that day. I also remember they were perfectly fine the day after the field trip, and they were disappointed that they missed out on all the fun.” I chuckled, “I guess (Y/N) was right about karma having big plans for assholes like them, huh?”

Ned shook his head in denial, “No. I think (Y/N) WAS the karma.”

“Ned, what are you saying? You think (Y/N) gave those 8th graders the flu somehow? That doesn’t even make sense.” We were both standing up now, completely disregarding the Lego’s existence at this point.

“Thats what I thought until you mentioned him speaking in Greek.” I was so confused. He walked to my bed where his backpack was sitting and pulled out his laptop. He searched “Greek witchcraft” and a bunch of weird and disturbing images came up but one link in particular, which Ned clicked, stated that Witches usually use Greek to cast spells but also use ancient Egyptian for powerful spells.

Ned finally breaks the silence. “You see? It says here that ‘Witches have been using Greek to cast spell’s for centuries and only the strongest of witches use ancient Egyptian to cast the most powerful of spells’.”

I can’t believe it! Can (Y/N) really cast spells? Is he really a witch? Referring to a guy as a witch sounds kinda weird though. “Not to sound sexist or anything, but aren’t witches usually female?”

Ned rolled his eyes, “Witch is just a title, Pete. I’m pretty sure it isn’t specified towards gender.” I guess he’s right. Which means if (Y/N)s a witch, then that means he casted a spell on someone earlier today when I heard him speak Greek.

“Ned, if all this is true, then that means I must’ve heard him cast a spell on someone at school today. We’ve gotta find out who it was.”

Ned shook his head once more, “No we don’t. Pete, whose the one guy that finds a way to get under almost everyone’s skin?”

We both gave each other a deadpanned look, “Flash Thompson!” we both said in unison. Now it’s starting to come together. I mean I knew I heard him say something about Flash.

The real question is what kind of spell did he cast on him? “What do you think (Y/N) did to Flash? Whatever it is though I’m sure it’s harmless, right? Like maybe he made him completely bald with no eyebrows!” Ned said, causing the both of us to crack up. I decided to add my own joke. “He probably made it so his hands have toes and his feet have fingers.” At this point we were both hysterical. I mean Flash Thompson was a jerk, so whatever he got I’m sure he deserved. Then Ned added, “Maybe he gave him a hankering for crack!” Ned was busting up laughing but I quickly frowned. “Ned! Thats not harmless! That would seriously ruin Flash’s life.” Ned cleared his throat to stop laughing, “You’re right, my bad. But what are you gonna do if (Y/N) really does turn out to be a Witch?” I haven’t thought about that actually. I mean if he does have powers then I’ll probably have to tell Mr. Stark.

“I guess we’ll have to cross that bridge when we get there. In the mean time, lets finish this Deathstar before it gets too late.” Ned nodded in agreement. I don’t know how we’re gonna ease (Y/N) into all this but we gotta play it cool. Otherwise, WE might be the ones with bald heads and no eyebrows.

The Next Day:

Reader’s POV:

I open my eyes to the sun beating down on my face. As a witch you’d think I’d have a dark room with dark curtains but if I’m being honest, I hate the dark. Plus I don’t do dark magic. If I did dark magic then that would make me evil and I’m not an evil guy, I just hate bullies and when people are treated wrong. Which is the exact opposite of a bad guy. Right? I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and as I’m brushing my tongue, I almost choke from laughter when I realize that I casted that hairy tongue spell on Flash Thompson. Serves him right, though. He’s such an arrogant dick and I hate the way he treats Pete and Ned. Even though I’m a little rude myself to them, I still don’t like seeing them get hurt. I’ve known them since middle school. They’re like an annoying cousin you just don’t wanna associate with that much but still wanna make sure no one else is bothering them. I guess I gotta work on being more friendly and talkative with them. Even though Peter almost figured out my secret.

I walk downstairs to find my mom and dad watching the news. Apparently theres a robbery at the Roosevelt Savings Bank on Broadway. Well, there WAS, until Spider-Man stopped them just before they could get far. Gosh, Spider-Man seems like such a cool a guy. In fact, all the Avengers seem real cool to hang out with. Plus, after doing that history report on Captain America, I’ve kinda developed a crush on him. I highly doubt he’d give me a shot, because it doesn’t seem like he was into guys and even if he was then I’m sure him and Bucky are a thing already. I wish I was an Avenger, but after that little war they had at that airport, I don’t think they’re on good terms yet.

“Are you daydreaming about Captain America again? Snap out of it or you’re gonna be late for school” my mom said in my head. Of course my parents are witches too, so they can just interrupt my thoughts whenever they want, even if I try to put a protection spell around my brain, so it’s no surprise to them that I’m bi. I rolled my eyes and turned towards the front door as I waved my parents goodbye. I got a feeling that today is gonna be a long day.

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Ok so I got done with this part a lot sooner than I expected... I feel like I covered enough in this part and it seems long enough sooo... Hope you guys enjoy!!

#peter parker #ned leeds #midtown #spiderman #iron man #tony stark #marvel #x male!reader #Male!Reader #the avengers #avengers #avengers x male!reader

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maarmendes · 4 years

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Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mental illness… (the main characters are kinda feral).

Genre: OC insertion; angst; fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x OC [Anahita Shuzenji]

Word Count: 2452

Tags: @bnhabookclub

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The next couple of weeks went by slow as fuck. There's no other way to put it. From training to studying, I was stuck with Shota indefinitely. He got permission from Principal Nezu to have me as his intern for longer than the one week established, but for that, he had to explain why. After he listened to the whole story I was forced to tell, Nezu approved of Shota having me as an intern for a week, after I'd be suspended and had to help around the school (which ended up being me handling Sho's paperwork the whole week). At least I didn't have to go to class. The hell of a training Shota put me through barely left me with enough energy to crawl into bed late at night.

I had to stay at his place for the time being and he started by establishing a routine. He'd wake me up every day at the break of dawn, we'd go out for a run, have breakfast, hand to hand combat on his backyard, hero duties, lunch break, general training, dinner break, patrolling, sleep, and repeat. Needless to say, I lost some weight. Now I know why Shota's always so tired, there weren't enough hours in a day for everything he had to do. Still, with the very little energy he had, he'd win every fight we'd have and nearly knock me out every time. That's when I realized how weak I actually was and how much I needed to work. That's probably why Nezu allowed it. He knew I had to realize it by myself. Now, I regretted every mistake I made more than ever.

Once I was allowed to get back to class it was exam time. The written exam went by smoothly. I've never been good at studying, - being too energetic to sit down and focus on studying - but I passed, easily ranking in the top 10 in class. I was grateful that my classmates didn't ask too many questions about what happened to me, even if their curious glances burned holes in the back of my head. Mina did try to ask me why I was always in trouble but I shrugged her off with a sheepish grin. I was quieter than usual too. Kaminari pointed out how weird I was acting but I was too tired to argue with him, which only deepened his suspicion. He didn't push me for answers though.

Finally getting into my new hero costume, I was ready to get the physical exam over with. With Aizawa's guidance, I made a few changes to my uniform such as cutting my skintight jumpsuit into a short-sleeved and shorts body for higher mobility and adding more pockets on my utility belt. He tried to get me to change my helmet but I refused. My helmet was the only part of my costume I'd never be willing to change. It was a reminder to stay safe and come back home in one piece.

I was on my way out when I ran into Todoroki. I remembered the last time I saw him, during the internship week. I heard about their encounter with the Hero Killer and decided to visit them. That's when I asked for advice on how to control my quirks. He was the only one I knew that had more than one quirk and could control them both. At the time, I could barely use my second quirk without fainting. Now, thanks to his advice, it's down to nausea and puking when I use it too much even if it's still highly unstable.

Talking to him and listening to his story on how his monstrosity of a father treated him, changed the way I looked at him. I thought he was a cold-hearted brat, turns out he's just a soft idiot with a great poker face. He also loves tea as much as me, which turned us into instant close friends. Now he was standing in front of me, fully healed (thankfully), and with a curious look in his eyes.

"What's up, hot-head? You're looking better." He joined me as I kept walking.

"I sustained minor injuries, there's no need to worry." I snorted at his serious report. "And you? Can you control your quirk now?"

"Nope!" I popped the P playfully, "But I don't faint anymore, thanks to you. I owe you one!"

"Oh... No, that's okay. I'm glad I could be of help."

His cuteness was remarkable when he got flustered. I couldn't help but laugh as I jumped up to ruffle his hair. The boy complained but didn't push me away. It wasn't until a hand wrapped around my wrist that I stopped teasing him. Looking up I saw the blonde brat glaring down at me, the permanent scowl he wears daily now deeper than ever. I had no idea what he wanted but I didn't care. I was still angry at him for telling Aizawa about my night-time adventures and I wasn't planning on facing him any time soon. I glared back and shook his hand away from me, taking this opportunity to elbow him in the stomach. Without as much as a glance, I kept walking dragging a confused Todoroki with me.

"Ana, I'm no expert on the matter... But I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to do that to your boyfriend." The boy looked a bit worried but I paid no attention as I dragged him with me.

"He's nothing to me."

I regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth and Todoroki somehow knew as he frowned down at me. I shook all those unnecessary feelings and tried to focus on the last exam. As always, Aizawa had the most sadistic ideas. He decided our exam would be to face the pros in a two on one fight. The pros would have some kind of disadvantage but he still placed us against our worst matches. When he announced Sero and I would be fighting against Midnight, I knew he was testing me. His goal was to force me to use my weakest quirk to fight her, making me face my weakness. I'd expect nothing less coming from him.

Honestly, it was impressive how he watched and analyzed all of us just to make sure he'd get our weakest spots. Once he announced Bakugo and Midoriya were teaming up, I knew he was seriously pushing us to the limit. He had to know that would end badly, but I understood Bakugo needed that. He needed to face his issues with Midoriya and learn to control his temper. Sero and I were strategizing in the waiting room when he slid into the seat next to mine, letting out a deep sigh.

"I'm glad I got paired with you. Honestly, I'm just glad you're back at all." I shot him a questioning look. "Bakugo's been in an awful mood since you left. At first we thought it was because of Todoroki, you know... But he didn't care about him at all."

"And what makes you think I have anything to do with it? He's always been a dick."

"Well, mostly because you kissed him on National TV..." He trailed off in a teasing tone. I tried to seem uninterested but the tingly sensation told me my cheeks gave me away. "But also because every time someone said your name, he'd blow them up. No questions asked. On sight. I think Denki's got PTSD thanks to him."

"Kalamari can't have PTSD. He needs a brain to have a mental illness." We both laughed at my stupid joke until I stopped with a sigh. "I dunno. Something did happen and I can't talk about it, like legally. I just never thought he'd care. You know how he is."

"I thought I did... Until I saw him with you. He's a softie for you." Sero shot me a grin.

"No, he's not!"

"He doesn't fight you. And he fights everyone."

His answer shut me up. He was right. It's true that I'd attacked Bakugo more than a couple of times, but he let me get away without putting much of a fight. He'd let me get away with anything now that I thought about it. Thankfully for my now burning hot face, the announcer called out for us to get ready for our fight. I shook these useless thoughts out of my head and stood up, sharing one last nod with Sero before we made our way to the arena.

We stood in the middle of a rocky arena, Midnight was nowhere to be seen. In this terrain, my skates wouldn't help much so I decided to unequip them. I was kneeling down, clipping the wheels attachments when Sero slammed down next to me, unconscious. The fight was on. Midnight emerged from behind a boulder sporting a wicked grin. I wasted no time slinging Sero over my shoulder and running. The weight would've bothered me before but, thanks to Aizawa, I could pretty much carry three times my weight. I escaped quickly, losing our opponent in the maze of rocks.

"Sero! Wake up, come on!" I shook the boy but he didn't budge. I was alone on this, I had to check my options. A one on one fight wasn't an option since I could barely hold up against Aizawa. The other option would be to run for it, but she would be expecting that. The crackle of her whip brought me back into the fight. I decided on my plan of action. Risky, but it'd have to do. Placing a hand on Sero's chest, I focused on the energy in my body as I felt it flow into him with a soft glow. It was a trick I learned while training. If my quirk exhausts the host, then it means it influences stamina as well. Which means I could take my stamina and share it.

I watched him slowly come to his senses and trusted he'd know what to do, so I got up and sprinted as fast as I could to the opposite side of the exit. Midnight's whip barely missing my feet as I jumped to avoid it. Now that her attention was on me, I focused on keeping her occupied. The next time she cracked her whip at me, I grabbed it. My bold move caught her by surprise and I took the chance to push as hard as could, making her lose her focus on her quirk long enough for me to get close. It would've been great if it was that easy. Midnight spread her gas wider and stronger than before, making me back up in a hurry and trip. I thought I'd be done for when Sero's tape wrapped around my waist. With all his might he swang me in the air, away from the gas and towards the exit.

"YOU IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO RUN!" I yelled out towards my partner who was once again being knocked out by the enemy. Sero didn't follow the plan we'd agreed on, so it was time for my own personal plan B. I rolled on the ground and jumped to my feet close enough to see the finish line, but the enemy wouldn't let it be that easy. Midnight was now dragging Sero behind her as she strutted towards me. Her gas now stronger than before as she giggled.

"Oh, my! I got myself a fighter!" Her demonic laugh sent shivers down my spine. "This will be fun."

"Miss Midnight, with all due respect," I took on a fighting pose. "You scare the living shit out of me and I'm so not sorry I gotta kick your ass."

Midnight shot me a wicked smirk as I ran at her. Dodging her whip was easy enough for me, but the gas was a problem. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second. She yelled out something about how rude it was for me to close my eyes mid-fight and I snapped my eyes open. My eyes shifted from brown to green as I activated my second quirk. The gas floated up and the wind picked up as I lowered the air pressure around us. Her playful demeanor was long gone and it seemed like she was taking the fight seriously the moment she lost her gas shield. Luckily for me, it meant she completely forgot about Sero.

"That new trick of yours might trouble me but it's far from enough to beat me." She crackled her whip getting ready for a fight. "I'm still a hero experienced in combat."

"You're right." I quickly clicked in my skates and rushed towards her as fast as I could. "That's why I'm not fighting you."

The moment she lifted her and aimed her whip at me, I took a dive between her legs and towards Sero. I mumbled a quick apology to my unconscious partner before I grabbed his tape. Midnight recovered from my surprise tactic and was about to wrap her whip around me, but I focused as hard as I could on my quirk and everything started floating. From us to the boulders around us, everything floated thanks to the drastic change in pressure. I noticed Midnight struggled to stabilize herself and catch a breath. The downside to low air pressure was the reduced oxygen or, in this case, no oxygen. Thankfully, I'd been practicing in holding my breath as long as I can for this exact reason.

I turned my attention to Sero. Holding onto his tape still attached to him, I started spinning. Slowly releasing my quirk, I started spinning quicker and quicker until I felt I had enough momentum to throw Sero towards the exit. And I did. I released my grip on my friend and watched him fly in the air and slide to victory. I fell to my knees with a thud along with all the objects that were floating around before, trying to catch my breath. They never told us anything about if the one crossing the exit had to be conscious or not, right?

"Nice move, kiddo! I thought you forgot about your partner, but I guess this was your plan from the start, to have Sero get to the exit." Midnight commented breathlessly as she strutted towards me. "But you need to control that new power of yours better."

"Miss Midnight?" I peeked up at her, my hand landing on my stomach.

"Yes?"

"You really do scare the living shit out of me."

Then I bowed down and puked on Midnight's beautiful leather boots.

A/N: The cleaning is going on Aizawa's tab...

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catty-words · 7 years

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🐜 Rebecca/Nathaniel, if you're feelin' it.

send me an emoji & a pairing and i’ll write you a short fic? [except please don’t, i’m not writing any more of these] - 🐜 (freaking cause there’s a bug pls deal with it im not touching it)

title: that silly girl, she’s all wound up [1/3]summary: “I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

Nathaniel learns that Rebecca’s a little more deeply wounded by what happened with Josh than she lets on and decides to do something about it.Word Count: 2,300Author’s Note: @bethanyactually has my gratitude forever for both betaing this story and being my friend.This first section is kind of a cross between a chapter and a prologue – next week’s installment is over three times the length, no exaggeration. It also might be the funniest non-crack!fic I’ve written to date, so good things are on the horizon!Who else is looking forward to season 3 with all their might?

(ao3)

~~~

“Bunch, I need you to stay over today.” Nathaniel slaps a couple files down on the counter above Rebecca’s cubicle, knowing it’ll earn him an annoyed huff.

“Why?”

“How about because I’m your boss and I said so?”

She quirks a challenging brow at him. “Just for that, I’m leaving an hour early.”

Though his glare would send a lesser employee into groveling mode, Rebecca meets his eye with fierce determination. They stay locked in a staring competition until Paula clears her throat.

“Actually, I need that Harvard-and-Yale brain of yours on the junkyard dispute,” he explains, shooting a sheepish look in Paula’s direction. “That is, unless you’re not feeling up for it.”

She scoffs. “Oh, please. I’m the most up for it. One might say I’m uppity.”

Paula lets out an amused cough, but Nathaniel decides not to touch that one.

“Great. I’ll see you in the conference room at 6:30 sharp.”

“I’ll be there. With my A game. In fact, I already have a proposal typed up and ready to go.” Rebecca pats a thick, lime green binder that’s sitting on her desk.

He smirks. “So do I.”

“I bet mine’s better.”

“I bet it’s not.”

“Oh, it is so on.”

Again, Paula clears her throat, only this time it’s just to cover her spitting out the word disgusting.

Nathaniel throws her a warning scowl before he walks away. He can’t help glancing back at Rebecca from across the office, though. The binder is open on her desk, and she’s quietly reading her work to herself.

He almost smiles softly, but her head snaps up—probably sensing his eyes on her—and he quickly fixes his features into more of a leer.

She sneers back, flashing him the thumbs up.

When her attention is focused back on her proposal, Nathaniel darts toward his office.

He should probably proofread his work again before their meeting.

~~~

There are a lot of words Nathaniel would use to describe Rebecca Bunch. Buxom. Intense. Pathetic.

But one of his newfound favorites is competitive.

No matter what Miss ‘I Hated the Ivy League Circuit I’m So Glad To Be Keeping It Breezy In So-Cal’ says, it’s in her blood to rise to the challenge. He had discovered this intriguing personality trait during an otherwise uninteresting afternoon at a pre–client-meeting prep session.

“You’re planning to suggest they settle?” Rebecca had asked him incredulously. “That’s terrible practice.”

“Part of being a good lawyer is knowing when to tell your clients their case is a lost cause. Sometimes the smartest thing you can do is back down.”

“What, are we in a John Grisham novel? You do remember we primarily practice real estate law, right? The stakes aren’t high enough to merit backing down.”

Nathaniel had rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat to find a file in the cart by the window.

“Ah!”

Rebecca had appeared at his side in an instant. “What? What’s wrong?” He had pointed wordlessly at the stink bug crawling across the glass and she cocked her head at him. “Are you serious right now?”

“Mock later, kill now.”

“You’re afraid of bugs?”

“A bug,” Nathaniel had clarified. “The brown marmorated stink bug.”

“But they’re essentially harmless,” Rebecca had said. “The only thing they do is smell bad, and that’s only if you kill them.” When he’d squinted quizzically at her, she’d shrugged. “I went through an entomology phase as a kid. It ended when my mother confiscated all the books I got from the library, saying something about how she didn’t go through the agony of childbirth to have me grow up to be a glorified exterminator. But I still learned a lot. Seriously, it’s best to just leave these guys alone.”

He’d shaken his head. “Nope, no, I’m sorry but I can’t trust any insect that’s dressed for battle. It’s shaped like a shield because it’s ready to fight. They’re evil, okay? Evil.”

Rebecca had smiled a dangerous smile then. “You’re really not gonna give this up, are you?”

“What part of evil do you not understand? These things are the Voldemort of the insect world.”

She’d made a funny face at him. “They’re probably more on the Draco Malfoy side of evil. You know, misunderstood…spurred on by societal expectations.”

“So you admit they’re at least a little bit evil,” Nathaniel had said, inching away from the window as the bug crawled higher.

“No, I was just fixing your metaphor.”

“Would you please kill it already?” He had snapped.

“I could…” she’d said, drawing out the o, “or we could have a little fun.” He’d kept his eyes on the stink bug, waiting for her to spit it out. “How about we look it up, and if I’m right, I get to take the lead with the clients. We’re not throwing out that case.”

He’d spared her an annoyed glance. She’d had her arms crossed over her chest and was already wearing a triumphant expression. Not for the first time, he’d noticed the dark circles under her eyes and the way all her smiles were slightly off. He’d felt a pang of worry in his chest.

With an exasperated sigh, he’d said, “If we find out that I’m right, you’re killing this bug.”

She’d held out her hand, ready to close the deal.

Needless to say, Nathaniel had spent the entirety of the meeting silent, watching the stink bug when it was in sight and only half paying attention to Rebecca working over their client.

But—despite the hit he took to his masculinity that day—he considered the incident a success. After all, one of the tricks to being a good manager is knowing what motivates your employees.

It’s not that he has a personal interest in what makes her tick. Not at all.

~~~

“Does salad dressing expire?” Rebecca asks, studying a grimy bottle of French she got out of the company refrigerator.

He snatches it from her. “Don’t you even think about drowning that spring mix in dressing. That wasn’t part of the terms of our Coffee Challenge.”

“Yeah, well, you won on a technicality. So I should be able to bend the rules a little,” she says, reaching across the table to grab the bottle back. He holds it above his head and far out of her reach, and she falls back into her chair, pouting like a child.

“It’s not my fault you got up early to cheat and just happened to go to the same coffee cart I frequent.”

“Okay, but you were there to cheat, too,” she reminded him.

“True, but you still cheated first. So I won, doesn’t matter how,” he says, standing to put the dressing back in the fridge.

She mumbles something under her breath about compromising the integrity of victory, and he smirks at her. The grin only grows more pronounced when she chomps down on a mouthful of lettuce and nearly gags.

“Here comes Whi-Jo,” Nathaniel says, nodding politely as he breezes into the kitchen. “Like clockwork.”

Rebecca actually gags then, theatric and obnoxious, when Darryl leans in for a kiss. “Showoffs.”

“I don’t know,” Nathaniel says. “I think they’re kinda cute.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” She drops her fork with a clatter. “Mr. ‘Commitment Is Boring’ thinks that’s cute?”

He steals another glance at the couple, who’re standing so close their foreheads are touching. They’re both wearing bright smiles, and Nathaniel feels a wistful tug in his chest. “It’s not something I want for myself,” he explains, though the words sound a little hollow. “I guess, I don’t know, I like Darryl in the same way you feel compelled to feed stray cats. So it’s nice to see him happy.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca says, stabbing at her salad. “I thought I could at least count on you for relationship bitterness, but you’re totally going soft.”

“I am not,” he says, horrified.

“You are. God, now who am I gonna go to when I want to rant about how disgusting love is?”

“I am not soft,” Nathaniel insists. “And you don’t really believe love is disgusting.”

“I sure do. Being left at the altar during my wedding made me realize some things. For example, love is garbage and so is Josh Chan.”

“Well I won’t argue with the second part.”

She flips him off. “You know what else is garbage? This salad. I’m getting dressing and you can’t stop me.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest.

~~~

“You wanted to see me?” Paula asks, stepping into his office.

“Yeah, close the door behind you.”

She does as she’s told before sitting. “What’s up, boss?”

“I’m worried about Rebecca,” he says, whispering conspiratorially.

“Join the club,” Paula says. “Who isn’t these days?”

Nathaniel frowns. “Obviously her behavior since the wedding’s been erratic, but she said something to me today that really has me troubled.”

Her eyebrows knit together. “What is it?”

He checks to make sure no one’s right outside his office before leaning over his desk. “She said she doesn’t believe in love anymore.”

Paula blinks. “Okay?”

“That doesn’t,” Nathaniel struggles for a moment, trying to put words to the twisted ball of emotion creating the ache in his chest, “…bother you?”

“I think it’s a normal reaction to what she’s been through,” she says, waving away his concern. “Personally, I’ve given up on love for way less. After I had my first kid, Scott and I didn’t touch each other for months, and I convinced myself that love was a farce. Now though, if we happen to get a moment alone once a year, I’m like ‘The hills are alive, magic is real.’ All that junk.”

He sits back in his chair. “First of all, thank you for that bit of oversharing. I’m going to do my best to forget that I know anything about your sex life.”

“You know what, I think that’s better for both of us.”

“Agreed. As for Rebecca, you’re saying she just needs to have a The Hills are Alive moment, and she’ll go back to normal?”

Paula’s expression suddenly turns scrutinizing, and Nathaniel resists the urge to shift in his seat. “Why do you care so much about Rebecca’s personal philosophy on love, anyway?”

“We’re friends,” he says dismissively, turning his attention to his computer and opening his email.

“And?”

He scoffs. “And nothing.”

“Wanna know what I think?”

He opens up a new message and starts typing random words, hoping she’ll get the hint that he’s busy and leave.

It doesn’t work.

“I think you’re in love with her.”

“That is—that’s just.” He falters, clears his throat, and then calmly says, “Ridiculous.”

Paula clucks her tongue. “Not only are you in love with her, but you’ve got it bad. Weren’t you the one who sent for her father, forced him to show up to her wedding? If that doesn’t scream ‘big romantic gesture,’ I don’t know what does.”

Nathaniel turns to her, stern frown on his face. “I don’t think about Rebecca like that; it’d be highly inappropriate.” She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t say anything. Her silence compels him to add, “I simply don’t want her to give up on what’s important to her because of that dipshit Chan. I mean, a Rebecca who isn’t a hopeless romantic is as weird as one who isn’t constantly humming show tunes or making bad Harry Potter puns. It’s a part of who she is.”

“Uh-uh.” Paula studies him with a huge grin on her face.

“Shut up,” he grumbles, turning back to his fake email.

When he looks up again, she’s gone, thankfully, but the unsettled feeling in his stomach lingers.

~~~

“Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?” Rebecca asks, poking her head into his office the next morning.

He’s rendered silent for a moment too long, letting his gaze linger on her face despite the mountain of paperwork he needs to read through before noon.

“Dude, did you just fall asleep with your eyes open?” she asks. “You’re freaking me out.”

“What? No, I—sorry. Yeah. We’re trying the new Thai place on East Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, and you promised to pay. You better not forget that part.”

Nathaniel laughs a bit too heartily and then coughs to cover up his embarrassment. “I, uh, I haven’t.”

Rebecca steps into the office then, tilting her head and watching him carefully. “Is everything alright with you?”

He gestures to all the files littering his desk. “Just a little overworked. It makes me giddy.”

“You’re probably the only person on the entire planet with that problem,” she says, but visibly relaxes, accepting that explanation for his weird behavior. “Is there anything I can help you out with? Feel free to say no.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “Nothing work related. I did want to talk to you about something, though.”

She waggles her eyebrows, and the silly gesture makes Nathaniel feel lightheaded. “Sounds ominous.”

“Not really. I’ve been thinking about our next challenge.”

“Oh, good, cause I’ve got nothing,” Rebecca says, plopping down into one of his chairs. “But I think it’s time to step up our game. Take things to the next level before this gets boring.”

“I’m so glad you think so,” Nathaniel says. His heart thunders in his chest, but his smile remains calm and coy.

Rebecca smirks back. “So what’ve you got?”

He stands, walks around to the front of his desk, and perches on the edge, angling himself toward her. Not once does he break eye contact.

“I posit that in a week’s time, I’ll have you, A, admitting that you still believe in love; and B, begging me to kiss you.”

She stares, a deer caught in the headlights. “Wh-what?”

He nods. “You have to resist me for a week—that’s the challenge. If you can do it, I’ll never make a pass at you again. If you can’t, well, I get the satisfaction of being right.”

“Shouldn’t I get to pick what happens if I win?” Rebecca says, jerking up her chin defiantly. Her quickened breath gives away her nerves, though.

“Sure,” Nathaniel agrees easily. “So we have a deal?”

After a second of deliberation, she takes his outstretched hand and gives it a firm shake.

#rebecca x nathaniel #crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #nathaniel plimpton #my fic #bethanyactually #replies #short emoji fics #*supposed to be short emoji fic #i currently have over 10000 words of content

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dearmyblank · 7 years

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AM,

Haven't written to you in a while. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

We were talking more about the Haunted House at Crew. This year is going to be weird if you're not there. I'm not really expecting you to be with college and all. Why would your dad drive you from there down to here, and back for two nights? Maybe even more because of setting up. Now I know how E feels. She was the oldest out of all of us before she aged out. Now that's gone down to me. I know you're only 6 months younger, and that means I'm aged out 6 months sooner than you. I even feel more like her now more than ever because T and A are both taller than me. You wouldn't believe that I'm almost 19 without knowing me. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

I was walking through college today thinking, "What the hell am I doing with my life?" And later on in Psychology class I was thinking, "How am I in my 4th week of college already?"

For my English class we have to write a narrative about a remembered event. You can bet your ass I'm writing about Vermont. (That was the only thing, besides a pool party I went to, that was good over the summer.) He told us to write about one specific day, or an event in a day since a day is kind of way too much for a 1-2 page paper.

You can also bet that I'm probably going to throw a conversation of ours in there. He suggested we have dialogue in it, and honestly I remember our conversations more than anything. Maybe i'll write when we went through Burlington and through the stores with the rest of the boys. Or maybe the last day we were there and it ended with us watching the sunset, and skipping rocks. (To think skipping rocks could make me the happiest girl in the world.)

Back to last meeting, I actually couldn't stop smiling while I was there. I don't know why. I would think with you not being there I'd be sad. I mean I am, because I kinda do miss you. But I don't know I guess I just enjoy being there with the rest of the group. I actually forced myself to stop smiling a couple times.

The boys were actually making me laugh harder than I did in such a long time. I wish you were there, you probably would've made it funnier. You're usually the one who cracks jokes, but we all do now. (Not that we didn't before, but it was mostly you. I just have side comments half the time.)

I try to think back of what 14 year old me would think of how her life turned out now. I say 14, because that's when I met you. (Well before we started Freshmen year, but not the point.) I don't know if she'd be happy with how things turned out. She'd probably change some things, but I know the one thing she wouldn't change. She wouldn't change how our friendship grew over the years. That's the one thing I don't regret for the world.

I haven't hung out with anyone since summer. All those trips to the movies I used to take with the girls is over. That's never happening again unless K doesn't go. Even still, it wouldn't be the same. They'd walk eggshells around me because of what happened between us, or try and tell me I should've forgiven her. No, I wasn't going to. Using someone's mental instability as a reason for their actions is crossing a line; one you can't get back from. If she was truly sorry, she would apologized days after not weeks. Not when my friend went after her ass.

Sometimes I wish I could go back to high school. It was hell, but at least I had friends back then. (Albeit a lot of them were shit, who I'll never talk to again but meh.) I know I joke around that 'I don't have friends', but when I really get down to it, who'll drop everything to help me when I need them? I'd do it for you, some of the friends I have at college, and some of the other friends I still kinda have from high school, but would you guys do the same?

I honestly don't know why you've stuck around as long as you did, I really don't. I've been a mess since Sophomore year, and a mess that I haven't cleaned up. Sure I've stopped self harming, but that's because I have to make the effort to go into my drawer and I just don't feel like it. Didn't think I'd be at that point where I wouldn't do that because it wasn't worth the effort.

...Wow this got depressing yikes, maybe I should go back to therapy. Eh whatever, I'd still be this way because I'd lie until I was discharged like this time. Or hell I'd probably take medication next time around. (Yea, I'm betting on a next time because I know I'm going to fuck up badly. Or someone will blab if they think I'm serious.)

~AB

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johnnysmellsgood · 6 years

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It’s my big day. The ol’ two-one punch life throws at every adult at one point. I can’t say that I’m ready. I know so many people look forward to this day their whole life but I’d just rather hide in the shadowy corner and whisper, “Skip me, please.” I’m not prepared. Nevertheless, despite the age and new expectations, it is my birthday and that is something I always enjoy. So for my own entertainment, I’m going to look back on a few of my birthday memories.

I believe I was turning seven. I don’t know for sure if that was the age or not but I remember this birthday clearly. I asked for a surprise party, to which I thought was a serious request. My parents happily obliged. On my birthday, my dad took me to a junkyard to look at old cars while my family setup at my grandfather’s house. After my dad and I roamed the junkyard for awhile, we headed to Grandpa’s where I was “surprised”. Everyone jumped out from behind the furniture and yelled, “Surprise!” I loved it.

My ninth. I don’t really remember much about this day except for my dad gifting me a Tony Romo jersey. He said something like, “I don’t know who this is, but he’s number nine like you.” That is the exact day I became a Dallas Cowboys fan and I have been ever since.

An age I don’t recall somewhere around here, where my dad went and bought me gifts before my whole family and I met for dinner at Golden Corral. My dad parked his car near a window, so I pretended to be able to see the gifts he had bought me. I would say things like, “Oh you bought me a vacuum cleaner!”, prompting him to stay patient with my birthday jokes and play along. I made jokes like that for a solid ten minutes or so I’d imagine, and he just played along with me the whole time.

My eleventh birthday, I was in sixth grade. I had maybe three friends in my school, but I was bold and invited six or so I think. My mom warned me to invite more, but I didn’t listen and didn’t want to. No one showed up to my party. That’s right, the ultimate sob story. I didn’t realize it at the time though, because my parents made it very fun with my brothers and with some other adults who happened to be at the church at the same time. I do not look back and feel sad about this memory, I still had a blast!

Again, not sure of the age but I think it was my twelfth. I was an aspiring musician and desperately wanted a drum set. Drum sets are expensive as all get out, so my family and a few people from church pooled their money and bought me a drum set. It was beyond exciting, it was the best gift I had ever received to that point. I was ecstatic! Despite not wanting to leave the drum set for the rest of the day, my family took me to eat at a little diner. I loved the food, but my dad got sick and vomited in the bathroom there. He tried to keep it on the downlow but we left early. I didn’t mind, the drum set was at home!

My thirteenth was one I definitely looked forward to a lot. I was finally able to get a Facebook account! I took pictures of myself the day before so I could have a good profile picture right away. I was chubby, so I would stretch my neck as far as I could and lower my shoulders at the same time to make myself look thinner. It was a struggle, but I eventually got one I liked! It was very fun for me to sign up and add as many friends in one day as possible.

Maybe my fifteenth or so, my parents pulled me out of school for lunch. We went to a tech store to fix my cracked phone screen (which was amazing to have fixed, the difference is astounding), and then eating at Chipotle. That wasn’t all the celebrating we did, but that’s what I remember. I actually wanted to eat lunch at school because I enjoyed everyone telling me “happy birthday”, but I decided family is way more important than emotionless words. I made the right decision.

On my sixteenth, I don’t really remember much except getting my real driver’s license and completing the purchase of my first car, a 2003 Toyota Celica! I was overjoyed.

My seventeenth. I had a few family members over and two of my close friends. I opened gifts, we played improv games, and then I listened to my grandpa tell stories of the past while eating cake and ice cream. It was a quiet birthday, but one I won’t soon forget because of who I got to spend it with.

I remember one birthday where I didn’t really have any plans for the day and my mom had piano students to attend to. I was sitting on the couch, answering birthday posts when the mother of one of the students walks up, tells me happy birthday, and gives me a Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul book.. for girls. I thanked her (I don’t even know who she was or how she knew it was my birthday). I really tried to read it and to glean anything from it, but it was just too weird knowing it was written for girls. I lost that book soon after.

My nineteenth. Boy, so many memories with this one. My friends tried to surprise me two days early with a homemade cake they made, but I had ditched them for a girl, unknowing of what they had done. I felt terrible once I found out and brought her with me to the party. My priorities were wrong. On my birthday, I was up at midnight, calling the girl I was interested in who was drunk with her friends. She felt terrible I was spending the first hours of my birthday that way. I had planned for my birthday to be just her and me, so that’s what happened and it was a good time. However, on that day, I realized we were done. The magic was gone. I also had to go to work that night. Although everything was kinda crashing around me, it did rain and that was beautiful to me. It felt like an “I remember you, Jonathan” gesture from God. I also had IHOP with my family for dinner and a waiter sang Happy Birthday to me. Not all bad!

Lastly, my twentieth. Man oh man, the best birthday I’ve ever had and the best day I have ever ever had. The day started off very normal, no set plans. The idea was to have my uncle and my grandpa over for cake and ice cream in the evening, and then have a birthday party later. After going bowling with my dad and Jacob, I took a little nap. My dad then took me to pick up my uncle while my mom shopped for supplies. Little did I know, everything was a front for the best surprise of my life. My dad said he had to stop by the church to pick up my gifts, so to play the piano in the sanctuary to pass the time. I walked in with the lights all off when something felt odd. Then faces everywhere popped out from behind the pews, yelling “Surprise!” this time for real. I was shocked. I had no clue. Friends from all areas of my life had gathered for me. It was incredible. To see almost all of my friends come together to simply be with me, I couldn’t believe it. I am so, so blessed.

I don’t know what future birthdays may hold or what this current birthday holds yet, but my wonderful family has never failed to celebrate me in ways I will never deserve. As selfish as it feels to say, it’s really nice to be celebrated once a year; to be focused on. I like it to be only once. Hopefully, the feeling will continue forever.

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thesuitelifeofjughead · 7 years

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A Hero in Black (Part One)

Jughead x Reader

Request: Could you write something about the reader being missing and jughead being really worried. And when he finds the reader they have a really romantic moment and he saves her. But not the typical kind of romance. A jughead kind of romance.

Warnings: Kidnapping, swearing

Word count: 2,728

A/N: Think Brandon’s piece he performs at Idyllwild (The Fosters). That’s the kind of good she’s playing here. I also tried third person so tell me what you think?? I also got very carried away, so I feel it deserves a second part, since i left the prompt kinda (okay very) unfinished. I can’t help myself, I love a good cliff hanger.

(Y/N) sits at home, playing the electric piano in her room. The grand piano downstairs isn’t tuned correctly, so she has to make due. College auditions are coming up, seeing as she’s a junior, and everything has to be perfect. She has at least three auditions for her top picks, and they are all a little less than two months away. She practices every day, for at least two hours a day with no distractions. Her parents barely even notice she’s there anymore, they’re so busy wrapped up in work and whatever else they have going on they couldn’t care less where she is or what she’s doing. They’re out of the house at bars and friends houses most of the weekday. It sounds worse than it actually is, this way, she can practice as loud as she wants anytime she wants without bothering anyone. She likes it like that.

She has the music laid out in front of her, but she barely needs to look at it, the piece flows out of her fingers from memory. Her eyes close ever so slightly, really feeling every note and rhythm.

“That’s a really fancy version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star huh?” a voice makes her jump in her seat, causing her fingers to pound on a horrible combination of keys.

She turns her head to see none other than her best friend, and long-time secret crush Jughead Jones leaning on the window frame as he peeks in the room with his head.

“Actually that was Wheels on the Bus.” she mocks, smiling as she spins around on the piano bench, turning to face him, leaning her elbows on her knees.

She mentally kicks herself, because she almost forgot, it was Wednesday, the day that Jughead always comes to write his novel when she practices. He says her playing makes him write better, or something, but she can hardly believe it.

He climbs in through the open window and takes a seat on the bench right inside it, flopping his book bag on the floor as he does so.

“Well don’t let me interrupt.” He says, holding his hands up as he leans against the window frame before shoving them in his pockets, their usual location.

She can’t help but smirk as she turns back to the piano, placing her fingers lightly over the keys before picking up where she left off before she was so rudely interrupted.

She leans into your music this time, her whole body moving with the notes, and in that moment she could’ve stayed there forever, surrounded by the sound of keys filling the room. She almost forget someone is in there with her, before hearing a light clapping while hitting the last notes.

She lets out a breath, turning to see Jug smiling at her.

“That was good for a beginner.” he teases, getting up and motioning for her to move over.

She obeys, making room for him on the bench in front of the instrument.

He makes a big deal about cracking his knuckles and waving them a whole bunch before overdramatically placing them on the keys ‘delicately.’ She stifles a laugh, putting a hand over her mouth as she waits for what he’s going to do next.

He raises his hands ever so slightly before coming down fast, pounding several dissonant keys before continuing to play what she can only discern as some awful combination of the two mentioned kids songs.

Her hands reflexively go to Her ears, chuckling at his serious face while plays a few more chords, before he finishes with sliding his hand up to the highest note and back down again.

She slowly drops her hands, only slightly concerned he would continue.

“What, no applause?” he asks, giving her the side eye with a raised eyebrow.

“I think you should stick to the keys of the laptop variety.” She tells him, nudging his shoulder.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffs, getting up and going over to his backpack. He sits on the bench by the window again, pulling out his laptop and opening it, “The Jason Blossom case has stalled for the past few months. They haven’t found anything new. My novel has remained a blank page.” he says, looking at something on his laptop.

“Who cares what the cops are saying, weren’t you doing your own investigation with Betty?” she asks, trying not to sound too jealous or put any emphasis on the question. She has to remind herself that he’s allowed to hang out with other people besides her, even if that includes one of the most beautiful girls in school that she could never compete with.

She knows that he’s been investigating for a long time with her, but strangely he’s never talked about it that much. Her guess is that he doesn’t want to bother her with it, her focus being on music and all. She really wouldn’t mind hearing about it, though.

“Yeah, but that came to a screeching halt when we found the car on fire and Polly came home. She said she didn’t have time, but wished me luck.” he says, pulling up the document the novel is located in. Sure enough, it hasn’t been written in in a few weeks.

“You must have been getting close.” She says, taking the music off of the stand and putting it away in a folder on the floor next to her. She contemplates for a moment on the solution. Jughead is obviously very passionate about this, at least for the sake of his novel, and she doesn’t want him to stop something he loves doing. “What if I help you?” she proposes.

“What? (Y/N)? Really?” that gets him to look up, “but you have those auditions, I can’t rope you into all this.”

“Nonsense. I’ve practiced so much my hands might as well fall off and I’ll still be able to play.” She jokes, earning a small smile from her best friend, “come on, let me help.”

He sits and looks at your for a few moments, adjusting his beanie, a strand of his black hair falling to the side of his face as he does.

It seems like the silence goes on forever, when really it’s probably only a few seconds.

“Okay.” He finally says, “but only when you have actual freetime, not when you’re supposed to be practicing.”

“Deal.” she says with a smile, standing up to join him at the window, “when do we start?”

About two weeks later she is in full on investigation mode, while still practicing every day, her audition dates growing closer by the minute. Jughead still comes over every Wednesday, but she sees him a lot more often now. She’s not opposed, but their Wednesday sessions of just sitting with each other while she plays and he writes still hold a special place to her.

Today, in the early Monday afternoon, she’s in the room with all of the pictures and connections all over the wall, looking over the latest work. They were getting close, she could feel it.

“So he roped you into this?” She hears someone ask, looking over to see Betty, smiling as her hands are on her hips, raising her eyebrows.

You give her a half smile, “More like I volunteered.” she says with a shrug.

“Why?” Betty smirks, walking over, her blonde ponytail bouncing with the sway of her walk.

“I think you know.” (Y/N) says, crossing her arms in a light-hearted way.

“Enlighten me.” Betty gestures to the board, looking at it with (Y/N).

“I wanted to spend more time with him.” (Y/N) admits, a blush coming over her cheeks. She’s a bit surprised at herself for telling Betty this. They’re not really friends, (Y/N) only know her through Jug. It’s the honest truth, though, and it’s not incriminating for a girl to want to spend more time with her best friend. And a friend of Jug is a she could deal with, she tells herself. She only half believes it, though.

“He talks a lot about you.” Betty says, “he talks about the way you play, the jokes you guys make.” she has a sad smile over her face, like there was something she was just realizing.

“Well you guys are pretty close, too. He practically ditched me to hang out with you.” (Y/N) rebuttals, trying to not sound too sassy about it. She knew it wasn’t Betty’s fault, at least not completely.

Betty stands there, looking at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asks, noticing Betty’s change in attitude almost immediately.

Betty takes a few breaths, closing her eyes, taking a few moments before responding, “We kissed.”

“What?” (Y/N) asks, turning towards her. A shock going through her system she wasn’t expecting. That can’t be possible, surely Jug would’ve told her something like that. Her vision begins to spin as she tries to process what she’s heard.

“I -we- Jug. I kissed him.” Betty says again, an apologetic look coming over her face, like she’s done something terribly wrong.

“Oh.” is the only thing that can come out of (Y/N)’s lips, her world shattering around her. There was a sliver of hope before today, just a small one that maybe he would like her back, but now… she wasn’t so sure.

“It was nothing, I swear.” Betty lies, trying to make it feel better, trying to erase the bomb she just gave (Y/N). Betty knows that what happened between her and Jughead was wrong in some capacity. Betty knew that deep down, Jughead wants (Y/N), but Betty can’t help her feelings.

“Sure.” (Y/N) says, brushing Betty aside as she walks out of the room and down the school steps. She needs to get away, she decides, just for today. She needs to disappear for the afternoon to think.

She walks as far as she can away from town, wanting to get some fresh air. She knows that she’s probably being a little over dramatic, but at the same time she doesn’t care. If Jughead is her best friend, why is he still such a mystery?

A car pulls up beside her, but she doesn’t think anything of it. She isn’t concerned with anyone else now.

She hears a window roll down, but she ignores the sound.

Her heart beats are starting to increase, though, making the slow moving car feel like a heavy weight on her chest. There is definitely something fishy going on. She begins to speed up, but the car starts to follow. She slows down, it keeps pace.

She’s afraid to look over now, but out of her peripheral vision she can see a figure in a mask, driving a white van with tinted windows. Of course, the most obvious thing parents tell their children to stay away from.

She closes her eyes for a moment to catch a breath, trying to decide on what to do. She is too far out of town to run all the way back without causing a scene or them catching up. Her phone is in her backpack, and it will be too obvious as to what she’s doing if she tries that.

She’s stuck.

A touch catches her off guard as she spins around, and then doubles over in pain as the man makes a swift punch to her gut. Her backpack falls to the ground, her notebooks falling all over the gravel side of the road.

Before she knows it she’s being thrown in the back of the darkened vehicle, the stench of alcohol and weed filling her nostrils, making her gag. Her hands are tied tightly behind her back with rope before whoever her captor is closes the door, plunging her in darkness.

The car begins to move, and she has a sinking feeling she might be in some deep shit.

Jughead knocks on the bedroom window later the in the week, on Wednesday, of course. He hasn’t seen in her in a few days, seeing as they don’t have any classes together, he assumes she was probably busy practicing and taking a bit of time off from the murder case.

The window is closed, which is unusual. Normally (Y/N) leaves the window open a crack for him, always playing piano. He loves to sit and listen to her play, teasing her and writing when he has the time.

Her playing is one of the only things that can calm him in the midst of dealing with his dad and his novel. Her help with the murder is beginning to lighten the load, it seems like she spends just as much time on making connections as she does making music.

He cups a hand around his eyes as he peers in through the window, looking for a sign of her in the room. There’s nothing, though, which is also odd. He has been coming over every Wednesday since he can remember, since they were little kids. He comes in through the window, always.

He pulls out his phone and opens a text message to her.

‘i need to play my rendition of “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” for you. where are you?’ he writes, pressing send, trying to make it sound as light hearted and not needy as possible. He knows she’s busy, that she may still be doing school work or out running errands, but it’s just so unlike her to not be practicing in her room on a weekday afternoon.

There’s no response, so he waits. He waits for an hour, which turns into two.

Soon it’s sunset, and still no sign of (Y/N).

The next day, Thursday, he approaches Betty.

“I need your help.” he says, making her heart flutter in her chest despite her protests to make it stop.

“What is it?” Betty asks.

“I know you said you don’t want to do any more investigating, but I think (Y/N) is in trouble.” he says under his breath.

“What? No, I just saw her Monday.” she says, pulling the books she is carrying closer to her chest.

“She wasn’t there yesterday. She’s always there on Wednesdays.” he says, a sinking feeling coming over his chest. Deep down, he knew.

“Maybe she forgot?” Betty shrugs. It’s not like she doesn’t care, because she does, she just knows that her and (Y/N) are in rocky territory right now, and she’s not even sure if she could call them friends. She wants to be friends, but knows it probably won’t happen.

“She doesn’t forget.” He argues.

“She’s probably fine, Jug, you’ll probably see her later. Don’t worry about it.” she dismisses him as the bell rings, walking down the hall.

The thing is, he can’t dismiss this feeling. This feeling of trouble.

He adjusts his beanie and begins to make a plan, trying to think like (Y/N) would. He exits the school, walking down the road. He notices a music notebook along the road out of town, and he knows she was there. She must have dropped it, or it must have fell. He looks around, and only then does he notice skid marks driving off the road on the other side of the road. They were fresh, like they had been caused only a few days prior. The tracks continued through the grass, off into the distance.

He contemplates what to do, looking at her stuff once more.

He kneels down and opens the notebook, reading the music notes on the page. On the top, the title of the song read, “A Hero in Black”. Underneath, “for Jughead”. His heart wrenched, looking at all of the marks on the page. It looks as if it’s been redone about a million times, pencil marks everywhere, notes appearing in patterns he can’t understand. There’s a pain in his chest, and suddenly he knows.

It took her disappearing for him to realize, but he likes her, and he needs to tell her. He may be overreacting, but a part of him doesn’t care. Wherever she is, he needs to get to her, in a cheesy-romantic kind of way that kind of makes him of want to vomit, but pulls on his heart like nothing else ever has.

And so, he sets off down the road, not knowing where it’ll take him.

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