Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
Blitzø needs someone who could walk away and chooses to stay
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Huntlow in a few years:
Desperately in need of these fics lmao, just a messy sleeping Willow pushing everyone away
Ideally Hunter is wriggling into her space and looping her splayed out arm around him. Or he manages to wrap himself around her like a koala. Basically it is very difficult to get a good sleeping position in a bed with Willow Park but Hunter is gifted at the art.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night with Willow's hand draped across his face. He'll hold it or sometimes press it to his cheek and smile.
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i love love love reading your takes on minato and p3 in general ... like minato gets mischaracterized and flanderized by people sooooo much but you really truly get him i think
This is genuinely such a high honor of an ask to get, thank you very much anon.
I love talking about my playthrough and experience with P3 as i move along. it's a very hard hitting and impactful story. this story could not work if minato wasn't the character he was and i think that's brilliant.
I haven't seen too many takes on him yet honestly, but it's sad that he apparently gets so frequently misunderstood. understanding the vessel in which the story is told through is key in understanding the full picture i feel, and its nice of you to think i get him. :)
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my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him
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if there's one thing this last episode has affirmed for me about Alastor it's that he FUCKING HATES being reminded that he's not the most powerful creature in hell.
Like, he hates being ignored by Carmilla when she says she doesn't care why he was gone
He hates Lucifer ON SIGHT
He threatens to KILL Husk when he dares to mention that Alastor is working for someone more powerful than him
and now this.
Alastor freaking out because he almost died. Something almost killed him. He can fucking die. There is something more powerful than him out there. And it's not something he can ignore or brush off because it almost killed him.
Alastor hates the reminder that he's not as powerful as he tells people he is. He isn't indestructible, he isn't invincible. And he fucking hates that.
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thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.
when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.
when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.
when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.
“sorry, love”
he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.
when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.
when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.
“in here, my love”
as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.
that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.
even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.
minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.
(and you are)
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