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My absolute favorite camera angle in Goncharov has always been that bit with the broken glass, where the camera zooms in on the shooter's reflection just before the fatal shot lands. As if the camera itself can't bear to look directly, so it turns away, but it still has to peek through its fingers. Absolutely masterful.
Random Turtle Thoughts of Whimsy...
He hears your voice. Softly singing along with the song, it's volume and melody low compared to the music he's used to hearing his brothers crank. And it calls him. Beckoning him to you like a moth to flame.
He finds you in their common room. Barefoot, wooden bo staff in hand, moving through a series of stances. Entirely lost to the music. Completely unaware of his presence.
He watches intently. You're not finishing each stance with decisive sharpness. Nor is your form controlled the way it should as you transition into the next. Then you raise up on your tiptoes, with the staff stretched across the back of your shoulders. You spin, dipping your head low and raising one leg high as you rotate in a smooth, practiced motion.
Now that's not right, he thinks.
He knows the training is still pretty new to you. It's not that new though. He's shown you proper technique. There's no reason for you not to have it now.
But just as he's about to take a step forward to correct your form, the music suddenly seems louder, and a thought occurs to him. Freezing him in place.
You're dancing.
You're dancing through the stances he's taught you.
You're in control. You know what your body is doing. You know exactly each step you intend to take.
And it takes his breath away.
The fluidity of your limbs. The strength of your form. Your own unique power and control shining through. The beauty you convey.
No, there is no sharp, snappy jerks as you shift. There are no short huffs of air forced from your lungs. Not an ounce of tightness to your delicate features. There's no force or fury being channeled through. Not like when he trained.
You're enjoying this. So effortless are your actions, as the music floods your mind and sweeps you off into a world all your own, he wonders if he is really the teacher. And you really the student.
Were you showing him the grace and beauty of his own art? Letting him truly see his own craft for the first time? Or was it --- was he truly seeing you for the first time?
It felt like watching you move in slow motion to him. The music deafening everything else but your voice to his ears. Your voice making his eyes blind to everything except you.
Smooth. Soft. Fluid and steady. Circular motions without points like those of his own angular ones.
Funny, how this moment mirrored the differences between you two. And yet, somehow making clear how much sense it made for those differences to bring you together.
Just as the last notes of the song fade away, your hair falling from free from momentum to drape over your shoulders, bo staff resting across your thighs as you drop into a bow, it hits him hard in the chest. Audibly knocking a shaky breath free.
Fuck, he thinks, as your eyes finally raise to his. Fuck, you're the one.
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Sukubi Dubidu
Name: Sukubi Dubidu
Gender: Male
Class: 2-1
Club: Photography
Persona: Sleuth
Reputation:
Overall: +6
Liked: +70
Respected: -50
Feared: 0
Crush: None
Strength: Weak
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Sukubi came out just as cute as I was hoping, if not more so. Sukubi seems like the "mooch off of others" type. Or at least, that's what I've put together based on the ideas I have for the other club members. Everyone else in the club is responsible to some degree and for some reason.
I imagine Dafuni cares a lot about her looks, Beruma is probably the one who keeps the books and manga in order and ready to binge, Rojasu keeps all the food in check, whether it's for him or his club, and Fureddo probably just babysits all four of them.
Outside of having fun, I don't think Sukubi particularly has a passion. Even his "animal-lover" bit I added is just something he does because he enjoys doing it. I'm sure that he CAN do something special in the future, but I think for now, Sukubi is just trying to enjoy life.
Often, men will say something like : "Who built this world? Men! Who created everything, all the technology, the great art, the culture, our societies? Who built the roads you drive on? Men!" and feminists will respond "That's because you didn't let us work or make art!" and... that's just wrong? Why are you validating the idea that women didn't contribute anything to the world? That we didn't work? That we didn't innovate? And why are you approving the nonsense that says being a mother is not work?
Don't let men rewrite history.
Women have always worked the double shift; outside of home and inside of home.
the guy next to me on my 8 hour plane ride was reading Jordan Peterson while i read Dworkin and it felt like the first death note opening
Even if he wasn't an adult, that's still a stupid argument. What, is sexuality limited to a certain age or something 🤨
mfw people tell me I can't ship sonic because he's 15