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17 and 30 for one seth gordon. enjoy (:
I AM GOING TO BITE YOU <333 it is Autism Time alright alright okay!!!!!!
PrinceZam!
2) When I think I truly started to like them
Honestly, the exact moment slips me! He got in my head one day and then he Did Not Get Out. I did run back through my discord channel and apparently an hour and a half after starting Zamâs s3 POV I messaged âWHAT IS THIS, THE BULLY ZAM SERVER????â so I think about then! (I had already watched Clownâs POV and thought that Zam was oooo such an asshole oooo for his whole building walls bit and then you watch Zam and he is so wet and pathetic that all of a sudden he did nothing wrong ever) It did not take me long to go ah. Yeah this is The Guy. Iâm gonna make a plushie of him and throw it at walls
4) How many people I ship them with
SO many people. SO many fucking people. I think if princezam makes it on a server and doesnât act like a raging gay then he will crumble to ash and fall apart in the wind. That said I am particularly fond of the idea of clownzam. Theyâre two guys committed to a bit defined by their usernames (clown) (prince) while also somehow managing to be mortal enemies and homoerotic losers at the same time. Would love to see more out of them
7) A quote of them that you remember
Okay so this one is. Not even going to be remotely serious despite his ability to be gutwrenching and dramatic. Thereâs a lot of Zam quotes I love and remember (shoutout âYES! YES! YESSSS!! VINDICATION!!!!â my beloved) but there is one in particular. that I cannot escape from. One that frequently comes to mind. Hey guys. Uhm. âYO. LEO. LEO. IF YOU DONâT STOP SWINGING THAT SWORD AT ME RIGHT NOW MAN I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IâM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS MAN IâM FUCKIN- I GOT I GOT I GOT LIKE FIFTEEN PEOPLE ON ME IâM NOT CLOWNPIERCE I CANâT WIN THIS YâKNOW LIKE IâM GETTING MY ASS BEAT IâVE GOT LIKE EVERYONE ON ME I DONâT KNOW IâM JUST SPAWNING PHANTOMS. IâM JUST TRYING TO SPAWN PHANTOMS. I DONâT SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DONâT SEE THE ISSUE. I PERSONALLY DONâT EVEN SEE THE ISSUE IâM JUST TRYING TO SPAWN A COUPLE MOBS LIKE I DONâT EVEN SEE WHATâS GOING ONââ
^^clip because his voice SELLS that shit. Luv this guy <3
Seth Gordon (the man the myth the legend <333)
17) What do you think their first word was?
For the jokes, I want to say his first word was fuck. His parents didnât really care much about keeping their language in check, and I see him as one of the middle-younger kids of a big family, so all of his older brothers would be swearing already, and it would rub off on him. For the non jokesâŠ.. I think I would say his first word was dada. Give me a daddyâs boy Seth who had his father be his whole world for so many years only to be disappointed in the end that his father was just a man after all. Heâs a Fox for a reason
30) The funniest scene they had?
OH MY GOD OKAY SO. Personally I am a fan of every scene he is in, and I think among his funniest are the ones where he drops everything to slug Kevin in the face. That said I think the funniest one is when he straight up hears Kevin's name and drags his ass out of deep sleep so he can fight him. There is NOTHING like a man and his homoerotic enemy who he hates with everything in him. Or maybe his funniest scene is the iconic "are you stupid" "yes" I'm sorry Seth you gotta deal with Neil being an absolute dumbass I'm not sure what else you expected. OR when Neil asked if Andrew and Renee were a thing and Seth looked like he might vomit. Or him flipping off their opponents and then Kevin. ORâ[I am forcibly dragged off the stage. He could raise an eyebrow and I would probably find it funny]
#BELOVED!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!#rotating the guys around in my head. i can be so normal about them both (i will froth at the mouth at any given opportunity)#(we do not talk about jepexx)#holland !!#<- i hope it is okay to keep that as your tag. I can also change it to Lucas
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Ooh, you want to know what happens at the gay bar run by ex-pirates, ooh...You'll just have to read Tiger Tiger to find out...
(Inspired by this Disco Elysium comic)
#tiger tiger#remy bonnaire#Arno#jamis arlesi#f slur mention#(Remy is allowed to say it. Jury is still out on Jamis though.)#I love that disco elyisum comic so much. I have it saved in several places so I can find it to show people. I lost it once. Never. Again.#Hard lesson about redrawing/heavily referencing a beloved comic is that you will feel so inferior to its genius.#I did my best but I feel like I didn't hit the high notes I wanted. Such is art!#At the end of the day I have to remind myself that I'm still on a journey and not every piece is going to be my best.#Yeah I'm still on my Tigers propagana train. Toot Toot. All abord or perish to the Tigers.#I hear tigers are running the Olympics this year. That's right. It's tigers all the way down.#Obscure references aside; time to talk tigers spoilers:#I was absolutely losing my mind at Remy taking Jamis to the Starfall. He did *not* expect to be in a gay bar.#Jamis is our beloved bisexual lad but I don't think he's fully in tune with it yet.#How down right unfortunate that he is also the hottest cub in the room. Will he realize? What will he realize? Who Knows!#Thank you to everyone who checked out Tiger Tiger from my recommendations!#And thank you to my fellow Tigers fans for receiving my comics with open arms. Next comic will be about Rat Man.
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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
Tommy's family arc
#911#911edit#911 abc#911 show#911 spoilers#911 season 7#tommy kinard#evan buckley#evan 'buck' buckley#kinley#bucktommy#kinkley#tevan#pick a ship name you guys and thanks for picking tevan the most correct name#anyway analysis time!#looking back with Modern Knowledge tm about why tommy acts the way he does in the past... babygirl you were so closeted I'm so proud#babygirl was back there getting into narnia#he was so resistant to letting go of the pseudo-family he'd found at the 118 in chimney begins#even tho it was a good old boys club that he knew he really didn't fit into he was making himself fit because at least it was something#but then he let chimney in and then hen came around and he saw a very queer person being openly queer and not giving a fuck what they think#and I think his behavior in that episode was trying to support hen as much as he could without outing himself#because like. how do you give up years of relative safety with people who do care about you they just won't like you anymore if you're *you#then he meets buck in s7 which is like 10-20 years later timeline is fake and he's like oh. this is what unconditional family is#and he's like oh. maybe I can come back. maybe I can be part of this again somehow. maybe we've both grown enough#or at the very least he'll be close to something he never believed would really happen for him#rant over tevan my beloved tim minear pillow cold both sides god bless#my edits
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funny crying little man for @poreyneel as my part of our art trade!!Â
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the idea behind it was "gortash after realising that durge is gone or dead. he is alone\ exhausted\ waiting for something that is not gonna happen". so ofc OFC i couldn't resist to use part of the infamous durge's love letter. im not sure if orin or balthazar\ketheric would cared enough to show it to gortash BUT IMAGINE IF THEY DID SDKFJKSFDKJSDF OH MY GOSHÂ
#enver gortash#bg3#bg3 gortash#durgetash#durge x gortash#baldur's gate fanart#bg3 fanart#baldur's gate#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate fanart#lord gortrash my beloved#and ooooooh thank you so much poreyneel for being the cutest!!#having the patience of a saint!!! and giving me literally the best first art trade experience!!#i had so much fun making this man as miserable as possible phphphp
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D e a t h is a g i r l.
#the locked tomb#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow the ninth#tlt fanart#harrowhark#i don't even go here (yet)#but my beloved demon loves her so much#@vanessaschandler thank you so much for being there#i kind of hate penny dreadful now but i am thankful it gave me your friendship#marira desenha
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i know coming back right is kinda a silly idea but im thinking about it.
what if ranboo came back, and they came back right?
not physically, of course. god, he looks a decade older and has the exhaustion to match. their skin is marred, mostly scar tissue now, from the explosion, from sam, from the endless ocean of limbo, from crying. tubbo hates that they match now. heâs skinnier, too, as if death took everything but the skin and bones of him. they look more monstrous. theres a new streak of white in his hair. it reminds tubbo of wilbur. it reminds tommy of himself.
but heâs just as kind, he still holds their son with tenderness and sings songs of old to him. he still brushes tubbos hair away with a feather-light touch. they still help techno with the dogs. he still visits tommy. they still grow pink tulips.
their memory is... better. ranboo still loses his house keys and forgets where he was going or what they ate for lunch, but they have every scar on tommy memorized, he knows tubbo like the back of their hand, can recite historical events like a textbook, will never lose track of an important date again.
its all they had in limbo. he didnt want to forget for good.
he's still scared, if they're being honest. scared that their sacrifice was for nothing. scared that his family will be destroyed again and again for the sick pleasure of some fucking guy. scared that he'll be used again. scared that they'll hurt the people they care about again. but for now they're okay, they have a team and a family and a second chance.
ranboo comes back and theyre okay, honestly. they move into the mansion with his husband and child. he thanks techno again and again for saving his son. for saving him. techno doesnt accept the thanks, he should've done more. he talks with tommy about limbo, and about grief. they visit their own graves and they grieve. for one another, for themselves. it washes over them in waves. tubbo still waits for the other shoe to drop, for his husband or himself to turn into a maniac and blow the server to bits, but it doesnt come. it won't come. its not the same, it cant be, but its good for the first time in a long time.
maybe the other shoe doesnât have to drop. maybe sometimes people can come back and maybe they can be okay.
#he/they ranboo#dsmp#dsmpblr#guys im in brainrot hell#anyway i hate the canon dsmp ending so i will simply ignore it thank you very much#cranboo#ranboo#ranboo beloved#ctubbo#tubbo#ctommy#tommyinnit#technoblade#ctechno#rip big man i miss u like hell#bench trio#c!benchtrio#alliumduo#c!alliumduo#c!beeduo#beeduo#i love being cringe guys#tw csam mention#cwilbur tw#cwilbur#michael underscore beloved#michael beloved#EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR MICHAEL UNDERSCORE BELOVED!!!!!!!!!#THATS MY BABY BOY!!!!!!!#the michael underscore beloved baby fever is so real
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everybody was very nice on my last post(s) so !!! more cole and manfred be upon you :D
#my arts#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#dav#datv#da4#dragon age 4#veilguard#the veilguard#manfred dragon age#cole dragon age#dragon age manfred#dragon age cole#manfred the skeleton#cole the spirit of compassion#dragon age veilguard spoilers#emmrich volkarin#dorian pavus#EHHHH TECHNICALLY#not tagging solas or the iron bull tho. that feels cheaty#im still not very good at drawing skeletons (can you tell i was experimenting w his head lol) so take that as u will#but i loooooove doodling cole esp his hair <3 wet cat core. he used to be on so many of my school notes back in the day :]#i think i am going to draw them w some weird friends next (basically. sandal and kieran. cryptic boys my beloveds) but we will see !#also maybe something w varric bc uhhh. yeah >_>;;;#its crazy bc i know like 10 things that happen in veilguard and thats it. but fck it we ball >:3c#oh i also had an AU idea too UGH i have so much i wanna draw but ill stop#thanks for looking at my art and also i love you <33
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The Architecture of Rain World: Layers of History
A major theme in Rain World's world design that often goes overlooked is the theme of, as James Primate, the level designer, composer and writer calls it, "Layers of History." This is about how the places in the game feel lived-in, and as though they have been built over each other. Here's what he said on the matter as far back as 2014!
The best example of this is Subterranean, the final area of the base game and a climax of the theme. Subterranean is pretty cleanly slpit vertically, there's the modern subway built over the ancient ruins, which are themselves built over the primordial ruins of the depths. Piercing through these layers is Filtration System, a high tech intrusion that cuts through the ground and visibly drills through the ceiling of the depths.
Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets, the friendly local ghost, tells the player of the "bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks," highlighting this theme of layering as one of the first impressions the player gets of Subterranean. Barely minutes later, the player enters the room SB_H02, where the modern train lines crumble away into a cavern filled with older ruins, which themselves are invaded by the head machines seen prior in outskirts and farm arrays, some of which appear to have been installed destructively into the ruins, some breaking through floors.
These layers flow into each other, highlighting each other's decrepit state.
The filtration system, most likely the latest "layer," is always set apart from the spaces around it. At its top, the train tunnels give way to a vast chasm, where filtration system stands as a tower over the trains, while at the bottom in depths, it penetrates the ceiling of the temple, a destructive presence. (it's also a parallel to the way the leg does something similar in memory crypts, subterranean is full of callbacks like that!)
Filtration system is an interesting kind of transition, in that it is much later and more advanced than both of the areas it cuts between. This is a really interesting choice from James! It would be more "natural" to transition smoothly from the caves of upper subterranean to the depths, but by putting filtration system in between, the two are clearly demarcated as separate. The difference in era becomes palpable, the player has truly found something different and strange.
Depths itself is, obviously, the oldest layer not only of subterranean but of the game itself. The architecture of Depths has little to do with the rest of the game around it, it's a clear sign of the forgotten civilisations that our friend Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets showed us, there's not actually that much to say about it itself, it's mostly about how it interacts with the other layers of subterranean.
That said, Subterranean is far from the only case of the theme of layers of history. It's present as soon as the player starts the game!
The very first room of the game, SU_C04, is seemingly a cave. It is below the surface, the shapes of it are distinctly amorphous rather than geometric. (well. kind of, it doesn't do a very good job of hiding the tile grid with its 45 degree angles.)
But let's take a closer look, shall we?
See that ground? it's made of bricks. The entire cave area of outskirts is characterised by this, the "chaotic stone" masonry asset is mixed with brickwork, unlike the surface ruins which are mostly stone. This, seemingly, is an inversion of common sense! The caves are bricks and the buildings are stone. This is not, however, a strange and unique aspect but a recurring motif.
This occurs enough in the game for it to be clearly intentional, but why would materials such as bricks be used in otherwise natural looking terrain?
The answer lies in the "Layers of History" theme. This is in fact, something that happens in real life, and it's called a tell
To be specific, a tell is a kind of mound formed by settlements building over the ruins of previous iterations of themselves. Centuries of rubble and detritus form until a hill grows from the city. Cities such as Troy and Jericho are famous examples. The connections to the layers of history theme are pretty clear here, I think. Cities growing, then dying, then becoming the bedrock of the next city. The ground, then, is made of bricks, because the ground is the rubble of past buildings. The bones of forgotten civilisations, heaped like so many sticks!
#rain world#rainworld#rain world lore#rainworld lore#rw lore#rw#subterranean my beloved#thank you to videocult for making the first survival game themed around stratigraphy and new york city rats#i would've gone on for another paragraph about how OE relates to this but like.#that's dlc stuff#and i still think of the dlc stuff as modded content lol#better to keep it separate#also this analysis is not comprehensive! the layers of history stuff is common throughout#there's farm arrays there's the relationship between shaded citadel and five pebbles there's the stuff buried under garbage wastes#so much more#unfortunately i do not have much energy lol
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hubert comm for @lemon-grey!!!
#hubert von vestra#fe3h#fire emblem#fire emblem three houses#hubert fire emblem#my art#mine#commissions#thank you for commissioning this from me i had so much fun drawing him!!!!!!!!#hubert my beloved
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Do you have any advice for writing Mace Windu?
Hello friend! I've been sitting on this for a while, because everyone's got their own interpretations, but mine is based on an idea I was struggling to put words to.
(Caveat that I have not read Legends material, that people can write what they like, etc. etc.)
The way I see it, Lucas specializes in writing stories in terms of themes and archetypes. This is why certain dialogue choices or the development of certain relationships can be... clunky, let's go with that. Characters (Obi-Wan and Anakin fall into their own category, sure) are written primarily as archetypes. You have Yoda as the wise old sage, Sidious as the ultimate evil-
And Mace Windu as the ultimate good.
We see this in the Chancellor's office, right? During the final showdown. This is the moment where Anakin makes his choice- stay in the Light or Fall- and the characters visually representing that choice are Palpatine and Mace. He's the Master of the Order. He's raised a Padawan who sits on the Council with him. He's an incredibly skilled swordsman- hell, his fighting style of choice (Vaapad) epitomizes how clearly he's mastered the art of internal balance!
All of that to say- his whole character is built around the idea that he is the Good Guy. That would be the one piece of writing advice I would give. If you're wondering how to write him, start with that idea- that he is written to represent the absolute opposite of Sidious. He's the ultimate good. He is the illuminating Light to Sidious' corrupting Dark. This is why antagonistic portrayals of him never ring true to me- they're coming from a foundational understanding that I simply do not subscribe to. It reeks of a fundamental misunderstanding of his character and of the whole saga's themes.
(And also racism. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the racism that too often plays a significant role.)
All of that being said, what might it look like to write from the foundation of Mace being the representation of ultimate good? The good thing about characters being written as archetypes is that it gives us fans a significant amount of freedom in determining what those characters look like when they're written as characters. Different people will have different takes, but for me:
Well, first off- he's the epitome of a Jedi. So all of what that entails- he is fundamentally kind, fundamentally compassionate, and fundamentally in control of himself.
He's funny. I think he has a very dry sense of humor, and that he finds joy in the smallest things.
He loves so much. He loves his Padawan, he loves his friends, he loves his family, he loves the Republic- he loves the galaxy enough to go to war for it, and he loves the men who'll kill his people.
There will never be a situation where he has the capacity to help and chooses not to.
And last but not least, I choose to believe that this man can bake pastries with the best of them. In my heart of hearts, he's a stress baker, and he mends his socks with purple thread.
Hope this helps!
#pro mace windu#mace windu my beloved#i love him i love him so much#thank you for giving me a chance to ramble on about exactly how much!!#pro jedi#pro jedi order#mace windu only made one wrong decision in his life and that was trusting anakin#and even then he was only wrong because anakin let him down!#anakin was not worthy of the trust mace placed in him!!#and that's not mace's failing#it's anakin's
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@magnusbae, not expecting I'd follow through, suggested to sketch Anakin but with cat fangs... Things got out of hand.
Also, look! Magnusbae gifted me with a most lovely fic inspired by my art (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) (fic under the cut, 3,800+ words).
Thatâs it. Anakin had resisted long enough.Â
All through morning, noon and even dinner. He had done his Katas, had finished his chores, even went through his studies, all without so much as a single comment. He deserves to be commended personally by Master Yoda for being an exemplary Jedi. He deserves to be knighted right this moment seeing how he never even mentioned just how force karked awful his Masterâs hair looked like for the past week. Sticking in all directions, it grows in uneven patches, the addition of a beard is somehow making his elegant Master look like a beggar from the streets and that, that is intolerable.Â
Anakin growls quietly, muscles tense. He knows his Master most likely can feel him staring holes through him, and yet he simply continues reading his datapad, not asking nor looking, radiating calm in the force. Anakin wonders if he could tidy that mess with the power of thought alone. Would that be considered a frivolous use of the force? Even if done in the service of the republic? After all, his Masterâs good looks are the cornerstone of theâŠÂ
Obi-Wan scratches at the back of his head, clearly bothered and Anakin canât tolerate this anymore, cannot accept this anymore. His tongue is itching something fierce, his hands are sweating, he cannot sit still like thereâs fire ants filling his pants and crawling up his spine. He cannot tolerate this. If not for himself, he must do this for his Master. If not for his Master, then for the order. If not for the order, then for the Galaxy. If not for the Galaxy, then for the Force itself. For he can swear by all that he holds dear that the Force itself is embarrassed by his Master being so unkempt, so ungroomed.Â
Unacceptable. This is absolutely unacceptable. His Master has to always look neat and nice and put together, smelling fresh and looking proper. Thatâs the only right way for his Master to be. Anakin will not stand for it being any other way. He will not. He will make it right.Â
His Master ignores the first lick. He often does that, pretends to not notice in the hopes of Anakin stopping after catching himself at his instincts. Oftentimes it works. Oftentimes it is an accident. But not this time. This time itâs very much on purpose and very much intended to continue until Anakin is satisfied with the results. All Anakin needs is for his Master to continue pretending to not notice long enough for him to fix this mess.Â
Two more licks, lower neck up the scratchy beard andâ
âAnakinââ his Master stops pretending so suddenly that Anakinâs tongue moves over his jawline and across the beard in a way that tickles funny. Anakin likes how it feels, rough and interesting, makes him curious about how itâll feel like to lick across the jawline, where the beard is the thickest.
Knowing he does not have much time before his Master attempts to stop him altogether, Anakin leans in with renewed urgency, tongue ready, mouth starting to waterâ âAnakin, stop!â a strong hand pushes against his shoulder, moving him a distance away without being as rough as to push.Â
âMrrphh!â Anakin protests, pushing against the hand but not fighting it actively. His Master can be so bossy when he gets like this, so unreasonable. The only way to win is to use his words, otherwise his Master might just walk off and hide in his rooms instead. Or worse, go meditate in the halls, where everyone will see this shameful disaster.
âYou need the grooming, Master!â Anakin starts with the foundation and heart of his objection. His Master always teaches that itâs important to be able to pinpoint the problem early on and address it quickly so as to not let it fester and become bigger than it must be. Granted his Master spoke of interpersonal disputes however it absolutely does apply here. His Master simply cannot deny this reasoning, ergo, will not be able to dispute it as untrue. âSo just let me!â Anakin adds, before his Master could somehow find a way to object.
Canât his Master see that Anakin is offering him a service? Out of the kindness of his heart, no less. Him enjoying the way his Masterâs flavor sits on his tongue, the way it makes all the small hairs on his body stand on end, how it fills him with excitementâ His Masterâs scent, rich and spiced and safeâ how he favors it above all else even when the exotic teas make him sneeze and sneezeâ the way a single point of contact would narrow his senses into a single point of focus, clear his mind of all worriesâ the way his vision relaxes, the way his nostrils flare and he inhales and inhales and inhalesâ the way his heartbeat peaks and then slows, the way his mouth goes dry and he feels thirsty, hungry evenâ all that, all that has nothing to do with his altruistic motivations. Heâs just looking out for his Master. Obviously, duh.Â
âMaster.â He can hear his own voice, can hear how it takes a whiny note his Master often teases him for. Itâs hard to care when he has a goal bigger than his own ego. âJust let me.â He demands, he can hear it and he still doesnât stop himself from reaching for his Masterâs flowing robes, claws catching on the material and making him shudder. Maybe he does need trimming just like his Master insists each time they spar. Maybe Anakin will allow it, if his Master is good and allows him this. Maybe heâd even let his Master groom him too.
The bewilderment in the force clues Anakin on the fact that yes, maybe he did forget to shield, again. He huffs through his nose, wrinkling it. He really doesnât know what the big deal with this is, doesnât understand the obsession everyone and especially his Master, has with hiding every single urge and instinct and thought they have. Itâs not like he thinks anything he wouldnât also say out loud. Maybe if the Jedi used less of those shields, it would have been much easier to communicate with them, to bond with them, and maybe then heâd feel less like an outsider, like an odd bird out of its cage.
âOh Anakin..â Obi-Wan sighs, the tension loosening from his hold against his shoulder, rather than scolding, thereâs the hints of the sadness his Master expresses each time Anakin feels alienated in this place. It is not his fault no one understands him, it is not his fault he is different than everyone.Â
âMaster.â Anakin chirps back, rolling his eyes. His Master has the oddest of tendencies to get hung up on the most particular of topics. Anakin not having enough friends, per his Masterâs opinion, is one such topic. Nevermind the fact that Anakin had never seen his Master ever share a true conversation with a single person. Other than himself. Of course. His Master does talk to him.
His Master will get fixated on him instead of thinking about himself and nag him to half death. âAnakin get more friendsâ and âAnakin donât spread the droid parts all across the quartersâ and âAnakin Iâm a grown man I can groom myself.â And while some of those things might be true, obviously, the last one is not. âYou look like a mess.â Anakin says it to his face, because he and his Master are real friends.
âThank you Padawan.â His Master answer, no longer sounding sad, instead his voice is dripping with sarcasm. Anakin doesnât like it, but he supposes itâs better than sadness. âI do not recall asking for your no doubt impeccable sense ofâ Ahnakinâ!â his ranting stops mid warming up when Anakin uses the opening to dart forward and lick him again, from the lowest exposed spot of his neck, up the smooth skin, his rough tongue making a satisfying âshhâ sound as it catches at the hair of the beard and smooths it up with his lick. The flavor is⊠isâŠÂ
Obi-Wan had used some sort of balm⊠some sort of synthetic musk that makes Anakinâs brain swim funny and eyes to close and mouth to water even more. He has to swallow down the saliva lest he drool like a hungry Tooka. Itâs hard not to, when his Master is so, so, so karkin yummy. He slams his shields up with a clumsy thud in the force, but maybe just a moment too late to cover up that last thought.
âAnakin!â his Master sounds properly scandalized, voice raising to a tone that always makes Anakinâs ears ring uncomfortably and the following lecturing tone is no better. âCease this nonsense immediately, you must notâ"Â
Anakin licks again. The side of his neck and up to the point where skin meets ear. âMaster.â He says there, voice dropping into a purr that morphs into a warning growl he didnât even think of making, thereâs no aggression, only the frustrated warning to not stop him in the middle of something so damn important. Grooming, is important. More than Katas or studies or meditations. Maybe even more than sparring. And Anakin loves sparring.Â
All Anakin wants is for his Master to sit quietly and let him take care of him. The way he ought to, the way he was meant to do. Itâs his job, after all, is it not? He is Obi-Wanâs Padawan, itâs only natural he would tend to his Master, that he would care for him, that he would help him. That just makes sense. That rings true in the force and thatâs all Anakin needs to know.
"I will.â He declares, it is no longer a request nor a plea, it is a declaration of intentions. A declaration of intent. He presses his nose at the soft skin under his Masterâs ear and inhales, deeply, the scent making him Master-stupid so he says whatâs on his mind with no filters, with no thought. âUnless you hate me.â His voice drops softer, he canât breath, having inhaled too much of the strongest drug known to him. âThen I wonâtâ he trembles, he waits, if his Master rejects him, if he does hate him for his care, he will, he
âAnakin, this is hardly related, I do not think thatââ
The force between them sparks and Obi-Wanâs mouth snaps closed with an audible click of the jaw. Thereâs a tension and a heating of an eruption that is halted with the calming breeze of spring air, Obi-Wanâs Force Signature covering his own, soothing, embracing, calming. âVery well, Padawan.â Obi-Wan speaks with a voice of a man whoâs been worn in battle, sighing out in exhaustion.b âSince you cannot resist your nature, Iâll allow it.â He pauses, sounding not a little doubtful as he adds the obligatory âJust this once, Anakin.â A final form of giving in, one Anakin is familiar with.Â
Thereâs an âYou should be old enough to know betterâ goes unsaid and so Anakin ignores it. It wouldnât have mattered even if Obi-Wan did say it. He had before, many times, and it never mattered. Anakin somehow doubts itâll matter even when he grows taller than Obi-Wan. And he will, he just knows it. He will grow tall and strong, and he will always take care of his Master, and Obi-Wan would not be able to argue with that. Because itâll all make sense. It always does. Everything about them does.Â
If only his Master understood him better, heâd know that one doesnât just grow out of wishing to groom those he cares andâŠloves. This is something that is forever and always. That is something that only grows and deepens, something to be shared and relished. Something he will always give to his Master freely, even if his Master maybe doesnâtâŠ. Really share it in the same way as him. Which is fine. He had decided a long time ago. It is fine.Â
It is enough that he gets to care for his Master. So he smiles instead and purrs out a sweet âThank you, Master.â In that respectful manner he knows his Master enjoys hearing. He giggles when he feels his Masterâs breath hitching, giggles more when nuzzling against the neck tickles his nose. âThis is so horrible.â He complains, wanting his Master to know how strongly he objects to this change, and yet he cannot stop giggling. âMaster!â he doesnât even try to hide his joy from his voice, nevermind from the Force.
His Force Signature is a slow pulse of contentment, securely tucked beneath Obi-Wanâs still. When he licks small licks under Obi-Wanâs ear, he can feel his Masterâs breath catching, can feel the way he stops breathing entirely and the soft gasp when Anakin licks at his ear directly, once, twice, a few more times just to test how committed his Master is to this session. Very, it seems. His Master doesnât object even when Anakin grows bold and nibbles at his earlobe, tugging ever so gently. His Master is always so sensitive around this area, always so jumpy if Anakin stays too long at this spot. It always makes Anakin want to lick there until Obi-Wan loses his composure entirely.
He never does.Â
At least not too much.
He does want to groom Obi-Wan after all, not only bully him into squirming because he is so damn ticklish there. That is not to say that he is above wanting to see his pristine Master squirming a little. So he licks there again, and when his tongue dips only a little into the ear, his Master finally jumps and moves away, breathing harshly and looking redder than his hair.
âAnakin I do believe that my hair is not located in that particular spot andââ his hands close on Anakinâs shoulders when he makes it to the ear again, wanting to nibble just one more time, just one last time⊠âAnakin.â His Masterâs firm voice snaps him back into focus, tells him gently through the force to not overdo it. Fine, fine. He will not overdo it. This time.
"Just relax, Mastah.â Anakin pouts, the word slurring in the way his Master always corrects. Always, but not now. Anakin reaches for his Masterâs wide shoulders and waits a moment until his Masterâs grip loosens enough for him to actually move. Itâs easy enough to shift to his Masterâs lap. One knee over and sitting down in one smooth motion that has a practiced finesse to it. You either get to Obi-Wanâs lap swiftly, or you donât at all. There is no room for hesitation for his Master will do enough hesitating for the both of them. So he sits down and nudges closer, right away. Inhaling, inhaling deeper.
Oh how he wants their scent to become one. Theyâre already nearly inseparable, living as closely as they do, using the same soaps, eating the same foods. Anakin wants more. Anakin wishes that they could smell and feel like one. United. Clearly bonded. Even more than they are through the force. He wants it so much that his fangs itch, itch, itch to bite and bite and bite. But no. No he is here to groom, to care. Not to bite, not to⊠mark. His cheeks are warm with it, knowing that he has, and is, constantly considering this. Wondering about this, curious about this. About marking his Master in a way that will be known, in a way that will be understood. He thinks about it, always. Luckily his Master has no clue. Luckily, Obi-Wan does not know. Or he wouldnât let him sit here so carelessly, surely, he wouldnât.Â
âItâs part of it, duh.â Anakin says without truly knowing what he speaks of. The grooming, the licking, the biting, the sitting on the lap? He doesnât know. He only knows of the happy, loud purr that fills his lungs when Obi-Wan doesnât stop him from leaning back in, back to his neck, nuzzling, smelling, licking up that rough, funny tasting beard and to his hair, spiky and significantly softer than the beard. He giggles again, and purrs. Itâs an odd combination of sounds he does try to stop but doesnât manage. He is too preoccupied for dignity, or decorum, or class. Heâs too karking pleased.Â
When he licks at his Masterâs neck again, the man tilts his head up and away, exposing his throat for him. Good. Good. Good, great, awesome.
His Master couldnât have displayed his trust more plainly than this. No words could have conveyed the same level of commitment, of confidence and belief. Exposing oneâs throat, Anakin thinks, is a universal sign. Even if his Master is less inclined to instincts as Anakin is, it still counts, it still matters a whole lot that he does it for him. His Master does it because he knows it matters to him and thatâ that matters more than all else.
His own purring is deafening, drumming in his eardrums and filling his chest with sound, he used to try to hide this in the past when he realized that most Padawans did not purr at every one of their Masterâs compliments or gestures of kindness. He no longer bothers. He pulls and licks and purrs some more. He takes his time, licking small, measured licks, taking care to put that awful messy beard into something much neater, dignified.
âMaste-rrr.â He draws the âRâ, nuzzling again under the ear and grinning when his Master shudders but doesnât pull away, he always gives him a chance to be good. So he will be good. He does not nibble, instead he wraps his lips carefully around the bit of skin where no hair touches. Oh he wants to suck, to mark, to taste. Oh he does, so much. But he doesnât. He will be good, because his Master believes him to be good, and proper, and nice. So he will be.Â
His cheeks are fire hot when he thinks about what else he would have liked to be doing instead of the promised grooming. That is not something he should be thinking of, nor something his Master would ever permit, butâŠ
Thinking is not illegal and he is not good at not thinking.Â
So he imagines it. Imagines how his Masterâs hands would feel on his hips, imagines his Master yanking him down to sit properly on his lap, Imagines his Master wanting him to lick elsewhere andâ
âAhnakinââ Obi-Wan protests, so strongly it rings in the force with his words. He feels and looks scandalized, even more so than before. He looks like he is considering all his choices and decisions. He looks like heâs about to call quits. He looks like heâd push Anakin away, heâ places his hands on Anakinâs hips and pulls him down, to sit properly.Â
The whine that escapes Anakinâs lips is nothing short of mortifying. Itâs a needy, surprised thing, he feels like a proper youngling, confused and shy. He seeks the refuge of his Masterâs neck and hides there, nuzzling while whining again, complaining, scandalized too by his Masterâs audacity to follow his dreams up like this. He canât mean it, he simply canât! It is a mere coincidence, his Master would never follow his fantasies, he didnât even hear it, his shields are up and proper, heâs sure of it, heâs sure of it, heâsâŠÂ
âSorryâŠâ Anakin murmurs out, because if heâs honest, he is not sure if his shields are worth anything with how excited he had gotten. Maybe his Master did hear, maybe his Master did feel something. Maybe he did push a little too hard. He doesnât want to push too hard, he knows that sometimes his Master gets nervous because of his thoughts. Not angry, never angry.
He doesnât want to make his Master nervous, he can feel the tell-tales of it in the force. Despite his Masterâs secure hold on him, despite his Masterâs unmoving frame. He can feel the building up hesitation. He does not want his Master to feel that way with him.Â
âIâll stop.â He promises his Master, assures him. Heâll try to, anyway. For his Master heâd try to go against his nature, even if his nature does tell him to think and do all sorts of things. Sometimes, in the quiet of the night when he canât sleep and he thinks of his Master and every word they had ever passed, he does wonder about this. Is this truly his nature, his instincts that drive him to act as he does, or is it simply how he is with his Master? He suspects he knows the answer to that, but itâs easier for the both of them to call it instincts and be over with it, so he never disputes it. âReally.â
Thereâs a charged silence and then, blessedly, his Master says the two words Anakin loves more than anything else in the world, the two words for which he, not jokingly, thinks he might be willing to die for.Â
âGood boy.â
The Coruscanti accent is thick and rolling, he sounds almost distracted, he soundsâŠÂ
Anakin shuts his eyes and bites his tongue, fangs digging into the soft flesh. He must not think of exactly how he imagines his Master sounding. He should not think about how his hands feel warm and human on his hips. He should not think about the lingering flavor on his tongue nor how his lungs are full of Obi-Wan, of his Master. He should not, is not allowed to. Promised not to. Instead he wraps his arms around his Masterâs neck and hugs him, pulling the larger man to himself, having his head against his chest for a few long moments in which he is sure Obi-Wan hears just how fast his heart goes. He surely can feel it through the bond, itâs going crazy, ba-dum, ba-dum.Â
He can feel a distant echo of his own heartbeat, almost imperceptible to his senses, and yet there. An answer. Thoomp-thoomp.
When he leans back, he moves his hands to cup his Masterâs cheeks and makes him tilt his head up, to face him. âYou look good now,â His fangs stretch at his lips as he grins wide enough to hurt. âMaster!â he adds, cheekily.
His Masterâs eyes are a bright blue, the deepest, calmest pond. He rolls them shortly, then looks directly into Anakinâs own eyes and smiles at him, sarcasm dripping with fondness as he says âThank you. Ah-nah-kin.â With the most accented tone Anakin had ever heard. Thereâs so much black in his Masterâs eyes, a beautiful, wondrous thing that makes him itch all over and want to see more of that soft darkness no one else gets to see.Â
No one else, but him.Â
#obikin#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#mayhem art#magnusbae#Magnus Mayhem Art#star wars#sw art#anakin skywalker fanart#anakin fanart#anakin#obiwan#obi wan and anakin#star wars fanart#star wars fanfiction#obikin fic#cat anakin#AHHHHH what to say what to say. I'm so excited by this gift that it makes me speechless :)). I'm not normal about this ok??? I did NOT expe#Magnus to pull such an insane move. ON THE KARKING GO. I shared the wips and frighteningly fast got this delicious thing in return!#and I haven't recovered since!#Magnusbae. I love this revised version as much as I love the raw original one. I'm cradling them both like beloved twins :))).#Thank you so so much for thisssss (âžâžâžâą Ï âąâžâžâž) âĄ#nyanakin
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AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING đđâčïž - đș
WAHHHH I LOVE THIS đ„șđ„șđ„ș the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all⊠model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashionâŠ.. well-known and adoredâŠâŠ..
designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, whoâs always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to⊠he looks intimidating, but heâs so polite that you canât help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so muchâŠâŠ grows fond of you soooo quickly bc youâre just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas heâs forced to work with all the time. he thinks youâve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.
and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventuallyâŠ. bc heâs always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and heâs maybe a little jealous that youâre hogging so much of his personal designerâs attention, but⊠he also thinks youâre so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around⊠so excited to be apart of what youâve dreamed of for so many yearsâŠâŠâŠ he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.
yeah . iâm just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguruâŠ.. how heâd insist on paying for your drink, âsince heâs your seniorâ (he wants to be your favorite </3)âŠâŠ and how heâd just be so protective over his little intern. donât get me started on the close proximity with satoru when youâre taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot⊠the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of âhowâs my favorite intern doing today?â
đđđ yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.
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âIâve got my eye on you, Sixer.â
A little bit of menacing Bill and troubled Ford for Forduary! :)))
Edited the pencil drawing to fix some features, add detail and highlights, and push the contrast a little.
The unedited version! :))
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Taking into consideration Till's history with sexual assault (i will be tw and cw tagging for this), it puts the Ivantill kiss in round 6 in so much more perspective for me. Not only that, but it gives a lot of context and reasoning to the way that Till interacts with other people (as well as his rapid, violent mood swings) into perspective.
I just to preface with this- I have never been the victim of sexual assault or sexual harassment, so my discussion on this purely comes from what I know at a psychological angle, in addition to what I know based on this video from pop culture detective on Youtube and his videos on the male interaction with abuse and generally seedy behavior in media. It's really good, I enjoy his content a lot. Anyways analysis below the cut. Content and trigger warning for discussion of sexual assault, sexual abuse, psychological abuse, and pretty much everything else relevant in this fandom (slavery, child abuse, etc)
Out of all of the characters in Alien Stage, Till is the most openly dehumanized. Sua is treated like a doll, Ivan is treated like a trophy horse to parade around, Luka is something of a combination of both- but Till is the lab rat. He's the losing dog that Urak is betting on. They're all dehumanized to a degree but Till is dehumanized so much so that his defining feature is his rebellion. Even amongst the fandom, he's made into Ivan's side piece or the idiot who's hopelessly in love with Mizi and yeah, I do think Till is a dumbass but I say that out of the deepest affection possible, I love this little freak and I want the best for him. I truly do.
He's so smart and talented and yet, he hates himself. He's passionate about music, he uses it to express himself in ways that he can't otherwise, and he's so good at music, too. He's not good with people and he has a temper and he's easily flustered, yes, but he's so complicated. He was hopeful and innocent to the ways of the world but when he was bought by Urak, he was shown how utterly and hopelessly cruel the world could be. Comparatively, even Ivan and Sua got lucky, with their absent and emotionally abusive owners- Till was put through hell, experimented on, forced into a cage and treated like a feral animal that needed to be shown who was boss- even when he was willing to go along with anything at the start. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to be cherished. Children always want so desperately to please their authority figures, I can't imagine that he would have resisted in the beginning, hoping that if he went along with whatever Urak told him to, that he would be rewarded and treated with tenderness and care.
He never was. He was beaten and broken and thrown through the wringer time and time again. They made him miserable because that's what Urak wanted- that's what makes good art, after all. A tortured artist who cuts off their own ear but paints the most beautiful night skies.
Even in Round 2, we see this dehumanization. Till has a tether, keeping him to the stage, because he's "dangerous." He's marketed as this rebel, who needs to be tied down, who needs to gagged and muzzled, we can't let him speak because if he opens his mouth, he'll bite. He's pushed down to the ground, subdued, IN HIS MARKETING. This is how he's presented FROM THE BEGINNING. He is forced into this role of the mad dog who screams and claws and bites because this is the mold he was given, he pushed himself into it because that was all he could do. He's giving Urak what Urak wants and even that isn't enough. Because he might be broken, he might have given in, but he's still a stubborn bastard.
Before Round 6 (but after Round 5), Till refuses to sing Mizi's song in the bar. He gets angry with a member of the audience for implying that Mizi is dead, maybe even saying shitty something about her, and he goes at them with a bottle. As @a-star-that-burns-brightly said, he's the only human we've ever seen to get violent with an alien within the bounds of Alien Stage, which makes Till all the more impressive- which means that they have to bring him down all the more forcefully.
I will admit- I didn't understand the scene to be SA until it was pointed out to me (not that I thought it wasn't, it just went over my head) but it adds so much to Till's character to analyse it through that lens.
They rape Till, punishing him for refusing to sing and punishing him to attacking an audience member. Terry Crews, who some may know from Brooklyn-Nine-Nine or other media, is a survivor of sexual assault, and he talked about it before the United States Senate Judiciary committee. He was assaulted by his manager, who was a man. And you may be wondering why I bring this up, and it's simply because I want to remind people that sexual assault is not about sexuality. It can be connected but correlation is not causation. Sexual assault is about exerting power over an individual to make them feel weak, lesser, and show them who is in control of the situation. It's not dissimilar to bullying (but far, far worse). After all, why would corrective rape be a phenomenon if it wasn't about exerting power over the victim and showing them that they don't have autonomy or agency? Because if they had autonomy or agency, they would be able to consent or conversely, the ability to say no.
Of course they don't have autonomy/agency, though, right? Because they're pets. They're possessions. It's akin to how we treat dogs and cats, we breed them and we don't let them say no, because they don't have an understanding of consent like we do, why would they need to say yes or no? They can just fight someone off if they don't want it, right?
Right?
Something that @k9punkout (Numso) said stood out to me, though, is that this might not even be the first time that this has happened to Till. This breaks my heart. Like, legitimately, it made me nearly cry when I read it, because the idea of sexual abuse being used as a form of regular and routine punishment against someone is horrible- but at the same time, that already happens. In prisons, in war zones, in households, sexual abuse is used as a regular punishment against people and that's horrible. The way that Till's experience specifically reflects that of a child in a toxic and abusive household is immensely interesting because of how people forget about that, how people don't seem to really care. He's a sopping wet kitten, yeah, he's a silly little guy, but he's been abused for his whole fucking life. He has a superiority complex that's teetering on an incredibly thin knife's edge and sometimes it wobbles into self-hatred and an absolute absence of self worth.
It's no wonder that Till clings so fiercely to the idea that Mizi is innocent and pure and hopeful, like he once was, because if she isn't- then does that mean he was stupid to ever hope at all? Was he stupid for expecting love and affection, from the people who were supposed to take care of him? Does that mean he's suffered for no reason, save Urak's amusement? Does that mean he's miserable just because, just because Urak demands that someone be miserable in order for them to be great? Does that mean he's been beaten, broken, made into this wretched, ugly thing simply because he's around? It's not so much that his suffering needs to have a purpose, it's more that if it's pointless and based on whim, then that says something about Till himself. That says that Urak saw something in him, something sturdy enough to be broken again and again and get back up. It says that he deserves this. (He doesn't, no one deserves that and deserving things is horseshit, but I can't imagine Till to be thinking anything else.)
Back, finally, to the whole reason I started writing this fucking thing: the Ivantill kiss in Round 6. I've seen some people call it SA, and while I can see why (and of course, I respect their opinions), I disagree.
Ivan shouldn't have continued to kiss Till after Till pushed him, yes, but at the same time, through the narrative of their kiss- it wasn't really a kiss at all. Not in the sense that it was an expression of sexual intent. And maybe this is because I'm on the acearo spectrum but. I don't believe Ivan wanted to kiss Till, it wasn't a romantic kiss, it was one last attempt to get Till to wake up, before it was too late.
Through the lens of knowing that Till is a survivor of sexual assault, the way that Ivan kissed him and his reaction to Ivan kissing him is all the more impactful because Till pushed Ivan away, yes, but he didn't seem horrified, or hollowed out like he is post assault in the bar scene. It shows his trust in Ivan, and maybe even the fact that he knows that Ivan isn't doing this to hurt him, Ivan is kissing him in a final effort to say "I love you. You're loved. I'm sorry."
Blue (@bluemoonscape) talked through this with me a bit earlier and he said something that stuck out to me as well "The kiss, if anything, shows how much control the aliens assert over them to put them in a position where this would be two friendsâ last chance to communicate with one another, hence how desperate it is on Ivanâs part. (...) Ivan wasnât trying to assert power over Till in any way; that just isnât in his nature. Over the years, he basically lets Till dictate every aspect of their relationship, hell, he even gives power to Till over Ivanâs own freedom (power that Till didnât want but nonetheless got)" and he really summed it up beautifully in my opinion. The ivantill kiss WASN'T romantic because it wasn't meant to be- Ivan was just saying that he loved Till period. It was a fucked up way to do it. I wish he hadn't.
But he was just trying to say goodbye.
(@atrophiedemotion because i mentioned this to you! <3)
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TOGAME JO âłÂ for @feitanporter happy birthday my love <3
#togame jo#jo togame#wind breaker#windbreakeredit#» gifs#animangahive#anisource#allanimanga#dailyanimatedgifs#fyanimegifs#dailyanime#animangaboys#useradrienne#usericybtch#userrashed#hello my beloved#my most wonderful darling#happiest of happy birthdays to youuuuuu <3#i would like to let it be known that i really truly love you#weâve talked about it more than once that what the two of us have is special#and it is#the way that i can shed my armor when iâm with you and never feel anxious in doing so is truly magical#i know i donât have much of a filter in general and i talk about a lot of stuff with a lot of people#but the anxiety is still there#but not with you#with you i can truly and fully be myself without the anxiety and if that isnât special i donât know what is#thank you for everything that you have done for me through the years weâve known each other#thank you for being my person#and thank you for loving me#happy birthday my love <3
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