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dr-gloom · 4 years

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Some thoughts/analysis on the new episode, because the video itself and people's reactions were bugging me

Disclaimers: I don't hate Patton or Roman, I'm not calling Patton abusive or manipulative, as those terms insinuate knowing what you're doing and I don't think Patton does know how he's coming across

- First I wanna just point out, as a few others have, that Thomas is once again wearing black and white while discussing a grey-area issue. I love the attention to detail

- The recap only really highlights that Thomas admitted to wanting something that contradicted Patton's statement of why he's a good person (or more specifically "perfect", which, as nice and friendly and lovely as that sounds, is a toxic mindset and I like that Thomas touched on that at the end), which is an interesting point to cover honestly, especially since later Thomas challenges Patton to call him a good person

- "Now kiddo, if you're gonna dish out Fs, why don't we make them friendly hugs?" I understand Patton was trying to lighten the mood and joke a little and all that, but he's not letting Thomas just... Be angry/upset. He's trying to control how he feels and steer away from negative emotions, which I thought he learned not to do??

- I love that Patton heard what he was saying and stopped. Good on him. But what he replaced it with is called guilt tripping and that's not much better. "I'm surprised you would say something like that about your friends. I always thought that when it came to your pals, that sort of language would be... Ineffable?" It may sound gentle and sweet, but he's still saying "you can't talk about your friends like that" (and I get it, we all know that's not how Thomas really feels, but again he needs to be allowed to express himself). You can tell from Thomas's face while Patton's talking that the guilt tripping worked, at least for a moment.

- Anyone else notice a little Logan shining through in Thomas's words/actions the first portion of the video?

- "If our goals aligned with his what would that say?" Uhmmm gee lemme think Roman... Maybe that you care about Thomas's mental health and desires???

- I think it's very telling that during the rap Thomas cuts Patton off right before he's about to say something that, judging from the graphics, was going to make him sound heroic and said "I made this choice", while looking very... Upset.

- Okay so when Thomas was all "why didn't I just talk to them???" I felt hella vindicated but the second time I watched I finally heard Roman say "I mean I kinda brought that up before but it got shut down faster than an Antarctic icepop shop". Like... Fuck, they seriously do not appreciate or listen to Roman at all

- Patton brushing them off with "Eh well hindsight is 20/20" pissed me off so much. No empathy whatsoever. Jesus Christ.

- Roman's reaction when Thomas said no to the whole future vision thing made me laugh and no one is talking about it

- But yeah Thomas talking about using foresight has a total Logan Vibe

- Patton's reaction when Thomas says "I made a decision with a blindfold on" is... Interesting...

- Seriously that cat analogy was so specific.....

- One should never base their decisions on "well they've helped me before so I owe them" like. No. Patton, Roman, stop. He should have decided to go because he wanted to, not because he owed it to them or you made him feel like shit

- "Those baby-making Catholics" lmfaooooo

- "You, thinking about giving their wedding a pass all because of a callback that, really, might not work out". That bugged me too, because it can just as easily be argued he gave up his big break for a wedding he barely participated during. If we're being completely logical here (and borrowing from a later concept of how our time is better used), his time would have been better-spent at the callback since he wasn't even mentally present at the wedding

- "Maybe they understand, and maybe they still want you to go to the wedding but feel too guilty to say so. Or, maybe you end up going to the wedding, and they feel guilty seeing you there because they feel like they took a big opportunity away from you". First off, they did (or would have, had the conversation taken place and they insisted he come). Secondly I personally feel like he owed it to them (and yes, I'm aware how that sounds but I can't think of better phrasing) to talk about it with 100% honesty on both sides, because now he's angry that he went to their wedding and they have no idea. Sure, the vid ends with them coming over to catch up, but if it hadn't? That's the kind of shit that festers very easily. I feel like he'd have been more satisfied if he had still decided to go after talking with them. I think Thomas realizes this too when he responds to Roman's question with a very sure, very adamant "No."

- "This was our chance to be there for them when it counted". I know this is me reading into things but it felt like he was saying anything else he may have done for them doesn't matter or isn't good enough

- "Why does their complexion matter" LMFAOOOOOO omg roman

- "... We can all agree that you're a good fellow-" "Can we? All agree on that?" Like fuck, Thomas still isn't sure what Patton thinks of him? That cuts deep. And... Patton still hasn't apologized. He conceeded that he's "been a bit much", which is far from the same thing

- pfffft what the fuck was Roman trying to do???

- "Well that's a relief... I think". Meaning Thomas still isn't fucking sure where Patton stands. I have to admit his dialogue did sound a bit circuitous

- he almost said GameStop lmfao

- why is he fixating so much on frogger

- "At least 16 graphics!" I died laughing

- "By the liquid lipstick of William Shakespeare" wut the fue? Lmao

- "just like you don't have to get him a hotdog" "I feel like you kinda do... Maybe". I know Janus says it later on but he was right when he said peppering in a few "I don't know"s and "maybe"s does not a conversationally-conscious person make. Like, he didn't even add the maybe until Roman reacted negatively to what he was saying

- I'm surprised Logan said it'd be wrong for Thomas to keep his money to himself tbh

- Roman mouthing "behoove". Like, c'mon dude, stop being such a dick to Logan when he's just trying to help

- Logan's so done he's not even trying to hide it. Like you can see the annoyance clear on his little pixelated face

- Also did anyone notice that Logan kept getting cut off so the next time he "spoke" he made them read it aloud so they'd actually fucking listen

- "Yeah! As long as that's not the main reason you're doing it!" Honestly though, most people do good things for their own benefit; tax benefits, That Good Feeling, compliments from others etc. It doesn't diminish the effect of the good act, so who cares?????

- "You shouldn't do a good thing just because it makes you feel good... I-I think." He's trying so hard but he's just not understanding how this works is he. Also it's interesting that he preaches holding to your values and not nitpicking situations yet he's literally doing it right now because last time he just... Needed to counter Janus and couldn't admit he'd had a fair point

- "Deceit said you'd be doing the right thing for a selfish reason if you did it for your own emotional gain". You can tell by his tone he's trying to make Thomas see Deceit as wrong and bad but like literally two seconds later he audibly confirms he feels the same way

"Definitely! Maybe... I think so... What do you think?" Tbh I'm proud of him for asking someone else's opinion, esp cause he's screwing this up so horrendously

- man if Roman being scared to share his opinion after Patton visibly disagrees isn't a huge red flag idk what is

- the world of the video game is called AU I'm screaming

- I'll always be salty that Roman once again shoved a "dark side" into the villain roll without asking

- I don't agree with Patton automatically assuming that just because the hero wants a reward, it means he doesn't care about the people he saves getting it. People can have multiple motives and wanting recognition isn't bad or evil or selfish

- I'm so fucking glad Thomas snapped and asked "am I not allowed to feel good if I do something good" because that's basically what Patton's saying and no one was addressing it. And Patton saying that can't be a valid motive is honestly fucked up

- during the trolley problem the options toggle the most between morality, anxiety, and denial. Idk, it's just interesting

- it's also interesting that Patton views moving the trolley as worse than letting it stay, meaning he thinks small active murder is worse than larger, passive murder. Not bad or good or anything, just interesting

- I hate hate hate that Patton silences Logan when he's the one who asked him to say something, especially since he follows that with "oh you can't really learn good morality from a book hahahaha". Like dude just acknowledge that you don't agree but there are other valid points of view, my god

- also you can tell from the color that Janus totally put that skip button in, meaning Logan really, really wanted to continue but Janus could see it wasn't going to get them where they needed to go

- "stu-ooper dooper unique mustache" lmfaooooo

- Thomas keeps coming back with something along the lines of "I need the answer to X so I can meet your expectations". He even says "I don't understand what I need to change so I can meet your standard". Last time I did a post like this, back when SvS came out, I said Patton has too much sway/control over Thomas, and he still does. Thomas doesn't try nearly as hard to "meet the standards" of his other sides, but in this instance he's desperate to know how he can appease Patton. I don't think that's necessarily a good thing, given that it's likely because he wants Patton to say without hesitation that he's a good person

- Roman thinks he's the problem I wanna cry

- "And I'm an awful driver" I laughed so hard

- "I only mean well when I say that that is the stupidest thing you have ever said" I can't stop laughing XD

- "You're just blowing smoke" seriously someone help me

- Roman's reaction when Thomas says he feels guilty just killed me. They all just acknowledged that Roman is his motivator and Thomas comes out and says his motives make him feel guilty? Ouch

- "Doing nothing is even worse!" Patton honey I'm begging you to please stop talking omg this is going so poorly

- "doing nothing is worse than doing a good thing for the wrong reasons" first off, who's to say what a wrong reason is, and secondly, that's an interesting take from the man who refused to move the trolley 👀

- oooof Thomas's relief when Logan cuts in though

- "Huuuuuhhhh I do need help" fuck, I wanna cry, poor Thomas

- "Logan, like you said this isn't your area of expertise" ITS NOT YOURS EITHER ROMAN OMG

- "Every point you've made in today's discussion has contradicted that sentiment" YES LOGAN JANUS SLAY. Also anyone else notice Patton looking to the others for validation because I Sure Did

- oh man though I thought Logan was finally getting the chance to lay into Patton and take him down a peg and it turned out to be Janus

- "Oh, is it not? Please, correct me if I'm wrong." yeah paTTON CORRECT HIM IF HES WRONG (notice how he doesn't even have an argument to that, all he can say is "you're wrong!")

- honestly the way he goes from 0 to 60 should've tipped us off that that was Janus

- I wanna know if Patton turned into a muscular frog irl

- idk Patton feels like a villain when he's all "Thomas you choose!"

- "What have you done with Logan?!" "Nothing at all and I resent the question" weeeeeelp there goes loceit

- even Janus admits Patton is misleading unintentionally can we all calm down now

- I find it interesting that Thomas willingly stays behind Janus

- "Sure if he's in that kind of situation then of course he should focus on himself. But does he deserve it? I don't know." *Record scratch* excuse me wHAT?????? And like, you can't ignore the obvious symbolism behind that attack missing Janus and hitting Thomas. Thomas is knocked out and Patton just ... Keeps talking? Jesus fucking christ

- and Roman so adamantly attacking Janus has a very pre-AA vibe to it

- "Not that any of you care, but I am unharmed, and I don't want to talk about it." Thomas looks like the only one genuinely concerned when he says this and that hurts

- Janus looks so happy that Logan's backing him I wanna cry my baby aaaaaaa

- SOMEONE FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGED THE CHOICE ROMAN MADE AAAAAAA THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU can we stop acting like Janus is evil now please

- "Well when is it enough?!" ".... Trees?" I'm STILL LAUGHING SOMEONE HELP ME

- I'm so fucking happy Thomas doesn't agree with Roman about trusting Janus

- Roman laughing and saying Janus's name is stupid and Janus's jab about him and Remus just... Gutted me y'all. Thems some hurt boys. And he looks to Thomas and Patton and they just... Can't side with him, cause they know that was hella fucking rude of Roman.

- I genuinely believe that Janus's nod meant Thomas was telling the truth. Based on his facial expression (which was slight but idk I notice more stuff than most people apparently???) He was trying to reassure Roman. And Roman just... Took it the completely wrong way, because he still thinks all Janus does is lie. When Roman says "wow, I can't believe this" you can actually see Janus's smile disappearing, because he realizes Roman took the nod the wrong way

- aaaaand then he immediately goes into attacking Janus. *Sigh*

- "Everything's gonna be okay, kiddo. We love you." "*Scoff* Right." I truly believe the next video is gonna be about Roman, because there's no way in hell they could ignore the obvious hurt and self-deprecation coming off of Roman

- "Janus? Is there a limit to how many times a person can say sorry before you have to admit that they're just bad for you?" Patton was talking about himself. Whether Janus was trying too hard to be witty and missed that or what, his reply hurt Patton, and you can see that Janus realizes his mistake with Patton's reaction. We have to remember that this isn't a side who's used to how the others communicate, though. He doesn't spend time with them outside of the few videos he's shown up in because of how they treat him. It's gonna take him time to get the little things like this and until then there's gonna be a lot of hurt feelings and (hopefully) apologies

- Janus immediately backtracks once he realizes what the real question was and says "... it depends... How many things have they had to apologize for? How frequently do they have to apologize for things? How terrible were the things that they did? One of the biggest factors in my very humble opinion is whether or not they seem to be making an honest effort to do better" this is Janus trying to tell Patton "you aren't bad for Thomas. I see how hard you're trying. It's okay"

- you can totally see Janus realizing why Patton fights him so hard while Patton is explaining how hard shit's gotten as Thomas grows up

- "Janus?" "I'll take care of him" y'all I need the tissues

- Janus trying to lighten the mood with the whole push-someone-down-the-stairs thing just... Made me die laughing. Y'all know he's hella good at April fool's pranks okay? Okay

- "You're not stuck with an evil snake boy, you're just stuck with a snake boy" HES SUCH A DORK I LOVE HIM

- I reacted the exact same way to Thomas saying Janus was right omg

Again, I'm not saying I hate any of the characters, this is just a stream-of-consciousness analysis-and-commentary-type post on the new episode

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meat-husband · 5 years

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Can we get some hcs for showering with the slashers? Somehow gonna coax Jason and Brahms into doing so XD. (Maybe Billy and Stu as well, separate please💕💕) thank you!!

I don’t write for the Ghost bois, but I’ll do everyone else! Every single one of them are stinky boys so you’ve got your work cut out for you trying to make them presentable.

Brahms

• He might pretend to be a little boy, but he’s an adult and he knows how to wash himself, even if you can’t tell by looking at him. Despite that, he’s going to continue playing the bratty boy and refuse any and all attempts to clean him up.

• If you want to get him into any water at all, you’re going to have to compromise, and it’s not going to come out in your favor. He’ll accept a shower, or even better, a bath, so long as you join him - and most importantly, do all the work.

• Once you get him for the first time, it’s easier to talk him into it again because he loves being taken care of. He’s still going to kick up a little bit of a fuss, but he’s perfectly happy about it once you get him in.

• You can’t get away with just a quick rinse down either, if you’re doing this he expects the full treatment. He won’t lift a finger to do anything himself either, so you’re going to be the one cleaning him up.

• He’ll cooperate as long as you’re willing to put up with doing everything for him, so it’s really up to you when he takes a shower. It’s a little frustrating to have all your hard work ruined when he sneaks back into the dirty walls, but at least he was clean for a few moments.

• He isn’t about to leave you alone to let you have a bath or shower on your own either, so anytime you try such a thing he’ll find a way inside and invite himself in. It’s the only time he’ll do it without being told to, but it means you get absolutely no privacy or time to yourself.

Huddled under the warm spray of water, you close your eyes and let yourself enjoy the heat, soaking up as much as you can. The day had been another dreary, cold mess of rain and wind, rattling the windows and chilling the air. You weren’t ready for summer to leave so quickly, but the weather was changing all the same, and the warm water was the easiest way to get some feeling back into your limbs. A bath would have been preferred, but Brahms had inevitably caught wind of your plans for an afternoon spa day, promptly inviting himself in and vetoing the idea of a bath. He wanted a shower instead, pouting and whining until you relented, and although you were annoyed at the interruption, it was nice not having to drag him into the water like a yowling cat.

You let yourself enjoy the warmth for a moment longer before finally stepping away, pushing wet hair and water out of your eyes. While this had originally been meant for you, now that Brahms was here you knew he’d get impatient if you didn’t get to work. Glancing around, you pick up a bottle and snap it open, upturning it over your open palm.

“I don’t like that one.”

You pause, tilting the bottle to stop the liquid pouring out, and frown at him. Brahms is lurking at the opposite end of the shower, still untouched by the water and leaving dark smudges on the wet tile at his feet. The mask is very firmly still in place, and you know better than to ask for it’s removal despite the itching desire to rinse the damn thing off and clean his face up for once.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “It’s the apple one, I thought you liked that one?”

You turn the bottle to show him the label, but he shakes his head without even looking at it. You sigh, realizing that this isn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

“Alright, which one do you want me to use?”

Brahms shrugs his shoulders, crossing his arms and huffing. You pick up the next bottle, offering it to him until he snubs that one as well, and the next, and you start to think that nothing you suggest is going to be up to his standards.

“Well, if you can’t pick one, then I’m using the first one,” you insist, watching him tense when you don’t continue to try and appease him. “I like it when you smell like apples.”

You see him go still, watching as you pour a handful of the scented liquid into your palm and look up at him expectantly. The small compliment seems to be enough to win him over, thankfully, and he shuffles over the tile until he’s half under the water, head turned away to avoid the spray. You give him a smile, genuinely glad that you’ve managed to bypass the first bump in the road without incident.

“Thank you, Brahms.”

You use your empty hand to help soak the water over his skin first, running your fingers over his shoulders and the thick hair on his chest. He tenses a little under your touch, head tilted down to watch your face as you work, but doesn’t protest further. The water runs dark for a moment, the dust and sweat of the last week finally washing away as you smooth your hand over his skin.

“Stay out of the walls tonight,” you request, spreading the soap over both hands and running them over his shoulders. “You’re not getting into my bed with dusty clothes otherwise.”

It’s a prime opportunity for a tantrum, and in any other situation he would probably protest and whine, but he only gives you a short nod, leaning down to press the nose of the mask against the top of your head. You don’t know what has made him suddenly decide to be cooperative, but you’re glad for it anyways, feeling his stomach tighten when your hands drag lower over his abdomen. Absently, you run your hands up and down, working at your task without really thinking about it - you had done it enough times that it was nearly automatic now.

Michael

• You’ve never caught him doing it, but you know he’s used your shower before because he always leaves a big mess. It’s a rare occurrence, though, and he mostly just stays dirty - get used to finding suspiciously dark stains everywhere.

• Normally, there’s nothing you could do to tempt him into taking a shower with you if he really didn’t want to, but the only thing that would really tip the scale is the mask. If he doesn’t want to take it off in front of you, you’re just going to have to deal with him leaving bloodstains on everything he touches.

• If he’s comfortable enough to remove the mask, then he’ll take advantage of any shower you decide to take and simply slip in and take over. You were trying to wash your hair, but Michael is here now so you get to stand in the cold corner and wait for him to finish using all the hot water.

• If you want any soap to touch his skin, you’ve got to be the one putting it there because he’ll just stand under the water for a while and call it good. It’s easy enough to do while he’s just standing there, and you find it amusing to use the most overbearingly awful scented soap you can find.

• You’ve got to fuss a little, but most of the time he’ll allow you to wash his hair if you really want to. No help is going to be given though, so if you’re not tall enough to reach without him bending down then he’s just going to let you struggle.

• If you’re really persistent, he’ll let you quickly towel dry his hair, but you’re not getting anything like a hairdryer or styling product near him. His hair will be horribly tangled and messy, but he won’t let you do anything about it.

Pressed against the cold tile, you shiver. Wet hair sticks to your neck and back, arms crossed over your chest to try and retain what little heat you can. Goosebumps run up and down your arms and you glare with jealousy at the thick steam pouring off of Michael in waves. He was stood directly under the shower head, wet hair in his face and skin pink from the heat and pressure, and you were ready for him to finish up and move. The hot water falling so close to you only makes you feel the cold even more, and you think of simply getting out and leaving, but you don’t want to be chased out of your own shower.

“Hurry up!” You whine, shifting as close as you dare. You know that any attempts to sneak in and soak up some of his warmth with only get you a sharp elbow in the ribs, so you lurk on the edge of the water and wait impatiently for him to decide if you’re going to be allowed to actually finish the shower you had started.

You shuffle from foot to foot, a scowl on your face. Why couldn’t he simply do this on his own time, which he had plenty of, instead of interrupting your showers? It seemed like that was the only time he bothered with it now, and you were almost certain that it was only because he knew it annoyed you. You didn’t mind sharing a shower with him, you actually relished the chance to freely touch his face and hair, but that wasn’t how he did things.

“Finally,” you mutter to yourself, slipping in next to him when he turns to the side, half facing you. “I thought you were going to let me freeze to death!”

Michael pauses to push the hair from his eyes, but you ignore him in favor of trying to fit as much of your body under the warm spray as you can manage. It almost stings against your chilled skin, but you’re so glad for the warmth that you don’t care. When you feel a sharp tap on the side of your arm, you know what he wants and you sigh.

“You can do that yourself.”

Your tone is snippy, but the words are barely out of your mouth before a hand is on your arm, wrenching it away from you. A thrum of panic flows through you for a moment, eyes snapping to him, but he only pulls your arm away from your chest, firmly pressing a little bottle of soap into your captive hand. Michael looks at you expectantly.

“Okay, okay,” you relent, pulling your hand away from him and snapping open the bottle. “Not like you’re the one who interrupted my shower or anything.”

You might complain, but there is no hesitation to follow his wordless command. Eagerly, you slip your hands over his sides, leaving a trail of frothing soap over his skin. It’s rare enough for him to allow you so much contact, let alone ask for it himself, that you aren’t going to push your luck and risk him not letting you do it.

Michael shows no sign that he cares one way or the other, but you think he must enjoy it somehow to request it from you in the first place. You don’t hide your own enthusiasm, smiling up at him and being maybe a little more thorough than you strictly had to be. Reaching up as far as you can only barely puts your hands over his shoulders, but you press flush against his chest and stand on tiptoes to swipe your hands over them anyways. You tug at the ends of his hair, tilting his head a little as you pull, but he’s too tall to reach and you have to give up on any thoughts of combing your fingers through his wet hair, knowing he won’t lean down to help you.

“You’re lucky I’m so nice to you.” You huff, ignoring the fact that you have run out of soap and continuing to work your hands down his chest.

Bubba

• He can shower all he likes, two seconds in the summer heat will ruin any efforts you’ve made to keep him clean. Still, he isn’t going to pass up the offer if you invite him to join you.

• There’s no such thing as hot water here, so it’s cold showers only. It’s not too awful for the most part, but it’s not quite as relaxing as a nice warm shower can be.

• He insists on being the one to pamper you instead of the other way around, and won’t let you even consider doing anything for yourself. Once he has you soaped up and clean, he’ll bask in the attention when you return the favor.

• He might want to take care of you first, but he really relishes having you fuss over him so much. He’s as cooperative as possible, letting you turn him around or leaning down to reach wherever you need to.

• He’s never ready for it to end, and he’ll beg for just five more minutes as long as you’ll let him. It’s the only time he really asks for anything, so you usually give in until you’ve been standing under cold water for half an hour.

• He’s a perfect gentleman and will keep his hands to himself no matter how excited he gets. Once you’re out, however, it’s free game.

“Okay, all done,” you announce, fumbling with the faucet. “Time to get out.”

A whine, high pitched and loud, echoes from behind you, a grabby hand on your hip pulling you back gently. Another hand covers yours, patting it in a mock slap to stop you from turning off the water. You can’t help but roll your eyes a little - this is the second time you’ve attempted to bring bathtime to an end, and you had been thwarted the first time in a similar manner.

“It’s late, don’t you wanna go to bed?”

Apparently not, you think, feeling him reach for you. Arms around your waist tug you further backwards, into the lukewarm spray of water, until your back is firmly pressed against the chest behind you. Bubba hunches down over you, resting his chin on the top of your head, making contented little noises into your hair. He rocks slowly from side to side, and you’re sure he’d stand here all night if you let him, cooing into your ear and soaking up the refreshing, cool water. It was nice, but you had spent most of the last fifteen minutes doing exactly this, and you were ready to get into bed as soon as you could. It didn’t escape you that this was something he could do just as comfortably laying in bed either, where you desperately wanted to be right now.

“It’s late,” you repeat, feeling him tighten his hold when you try to squirm away. “You want your brother bangin’ on the door, screamin’ about using up all the water?”

You get your hand on the faucet again, but this time Bubba simply picks you up, lifting you by the waist and turning around so that you can’t get to the faucet without going through him. It’s your turn to whine now, slapping lightly at the arms around you in protest. You hear him giggle in response, kissing quickly at your wet hair as you wiggle in his grasp.

“Bubba Sawyer!” You scold him, but you can tell by his laughter that nothing you say now is going to be taken seriously. There’s a smile on your face even as you fuss at him, and once you’ve exhausted your protests, you sigh.

“Alright, just ten more minutes - then we’re gettin’ out, you hear me?”

Thomas

• Not a big fan of showers at all. He washes his hands before dinner, and that’s about the best you can expect from him. He’s just going to get dirty again anyways, so he doesn’t really bother with it.

• Going to need a lot of convincing to get in himself, mostly because he has to take off the masks - you want him clean and that includes his face. He’ll whine and moan, standing next to the tub and watching you, but eventually he’ll give in.

• There’s a lot of cleaning to do. Nearly every inch of him is coated in dirt and sweat, and not a small amount of blood, under his nails and in his hair. He’s very tense at first, but he’ll slowly relax as you focus on getting him clean.

• Most of the supplies you’re working with are travel sized bottles from stolen luggage, so you go through quite a lot of them in the process. He’s always loved you playing with his hair, so washing it for him is the highlight of the event for him.

• He’s twitchy and impatient, but he’ll sit still long enough for you to do what you need to. He’s ready to bolt the moment you declare him clean, but you can convince him to stay by asking nicely for him to do the same for you.

• He learns to love it once you get to work, but he’s like a dog fresh out of the bath afterwards - never going back in there, no matter how good it felt, and he’s probably going to go straight back to rolling in dirt. It will be a while before you’re able to get him to do that again, and it’s never any easier to talk him into it.

It had taken longer than you would have liked, with plenty of pleading and whispered promises, but you had finally gotten what you wanted. The small bathroom was crowded with just the two of you occupying it, the old claw foot tub taking up most of the space. The pipes rattled as the brown water started up, matching the tone of the whines coming from behind you. Letting the water run to wait out the murky tint, you half turned to look at him over your shoulder, a little uncertain if he would actually follow through with the tentative agreement this time.

“You promised, Tommy,” you remind him, voice soft and low. “It ain’t gonna hurt, I just wanna take care of you.”

Your words don’t seem to calm him at all, his shoulders hunched and head downturned, eyes darting over the floor nervously. He’s already naked, clothes in a bloody pile on the floor along with your own, but you know that isn’t what has him on edge. He glances up when you turn to face him, but looks away again when he sees you start to approach, a worried moan echoing in the small room.

“You remember last time, you liked it once you got in. And it’s only for a little bit.”

He’s tense under your hand when you reach up to stroke his shoulder, but you don’t let that deter you from sliding your hand up to tug lightly at the ties of the mask. He jerks away a little, then stops himself, forcing his hands back down to his sides.

“You gonna let me take it off?”

He doesn’t give an answer, but rocks slightly in place as though he’s waiting for an opportunity to bolt. Whispering words of comfort, you keep your hand on the mask and slowly work your fingers through the ties that dangle over his shoulder. Your first few pulls at the laces are unchallenged, but when you move to the side, reaching up to follow the ties up the back of the mask, Thomas flinches away, pulling his head back.

“It’s alright,” you say soothingly, letting go. “Why don’t you take it off instead? I’m gonna go ahead and get in, you just come join me when you’re ready.”

You hope that giving him space will work, but you’re not expecting much this time. It had been a fight to get him washed up last time, and everyone else had long since given up making him do anything he didn’t want to, so you were on your own when it came to this. You knew most of his reluctance was due to the removal of his mask, but it was necessary - you had tried letting him keep them on, but the water only ruined the already rotten flesh, and it had been worse to have him realize that his face was beyond repair than to go through the struggle of just taking it off.

When you finally step into the lukewarm water, listening to the pipes groan and heave under the stress, you don’t pull the curtain closed. There’s still hope that he’ll follow through, so you leave it half open, a gentle invitation to join you if he wants to. You wait for a few moments, wetting your hair and enjoying the brief respite from the heat of the house, but when there is no sign that Thomas is going to give in, you stop waiting. It’s not the first time you’ve failed in this particular task, reaching for the soap with a sigh.

You go through the motions quickly, wanting to hurry up and get out so that you can let Thomas get back to work. You could get him changed into clean clothes, at least, and you knew he wouldn’t complain if you tried to simply wipe off the worst of the dirt and blood. It was better than nothing, you decide, stepping back under the water to rinse yourself, but the little ‘I told you so’ gleam in Hoyt’s eyes was going to sting all the same.

A nervous moan, low and deep, startles you. You bring a hand up to wipe at your eyes, hurrying to dry them, and hold the other out for him. He had sounded close and you didn’t want to miss the opportunity to coax him in. Rubbing at your eyes, you finally open them just as he’s reaching out for your hand, leaving dirty streaks on your clean skin.

You want to speak, but you’re afraid it will scare him off, so you keep your mouth closed and eyes away from his face. The mask is gone, and you’re thankful that he had actually taken it off, but you know better than to look up at him. What you can see just from the edge of your vision looks awful, and you hope that most of the flakey redness is only from the fresh mask. When he finally steps in, looming over you and trembling, the rush of relief that hits you makes your own limbs shake as well.

“Thank you, Tommy,” you murmur, leaning in to press your cheek against his chest in a half hug. “I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Jason

• Left to his own devices, anything the rain didn’t wash off would just stay there. That would be bad enough for anyone else, but a lot of the mess he tracks home is significantly more bloody than most, so he’s pretty dirty.

• There’s no coaxing needed so long as you’re involved, he’s happy to get in the shower with you if you ask. He’s probably not going to do it on his own, but he doesn’t mind if you want to clean him up every so often.

• Honestly, other than washing away the blood, there’s not much you can do for him. He’s already on the soggy side without being in the shower, and the strange, earthy smell can’t be covered up by any body wash you’ve tried.

• It might not be necessary, but he’ll still enjoy it if you scrub him down anyways. He’ll even sit so you can reach his shoulders, and it’s probably a good idea to give the mask a little rinse while he’s there.

• He isn’t going to let you do all the work, though, and he makes sure you get the same treatment once you’ve finished with him. It takes him a few times to catch on to which product is used for what purpose, and he always uses way too much, but he’s adamant that you be taken care of too.

• If you’re standing in front of him, naked and dripping wet, he’s not going to be able to keep his hands to himself. You can make him be patient and wait till you’re both cleaned up, but he’s going to be very thorough when it comes to drying you off.

When you wake up, tucked into a warm bed with the gray light of predawn filtering through the windows, you blink sleepily for a moment, then wiggle back down into the blankets and close your eyes again. Maybe something had woken you, or perhaps your body was so used to waking early for work that even the lack of an alarm hadn’t stopped your brain from getting you up. But there was nothing better than waking up only to realize you could go back to sleep with no consequences. If the sun isn’t up yet then you know it’s too early by far for you to be awake, so you drift back off, happy in the knowledge that you had nowhere to be today other than home.

You jolt awake again only a few moments later, the gentle shaking of your shoulder tearing you back out of a comfortable sleep. Looking around with half closed eyes, you immediately spot the problem - Jason is leaning over you, mask inches from your face and a big hand on your shoulder. He gives you another shake when you relax back into the pillows, groaning.

“It’s my day off,” you complain, trying to dislodge his hand. “Let me sleep in!”

The next shake is firmer, a warning that you had better get up on your own before he has to intervene. This kind of persistence was great on days when you were slow to wake, keeping you from being late to work and still getting in the morning routine you needed to be ready for the day before you left. It was not so great when you had the rare chance to sleep through the morning, which was apparently not allowed even on days off.

“C’mon, let me sleep,” you whine, rolling around and gripping as much of the blankets as you could hold. “We can do this later.”

Perhaps this trick had worked when it was only a stern parent trying to get a lazy child out of bed, but it didn’t matter how tightly you wrapped yourself around the blankets. You know what happens next, but that doesn’t stop Jason from scooping you up, tugging the blankets from your hands in one swift movement despite your attempts to hold on. The cold arms around you now are no substitute for the warm bed you’re leaving behind, and you glare at him as best you can with messy hair in your face and eyes still droopy with sleep. He seems unaffected by your ire, holding you against his chest and walking quickly to the bathroom, one hand coming up to cup your cheek and press you closer.

You can see he’s already prepared, two towels and a change of clothes for each of you laid over the little counter, shower curtains pulled open and ready. Your brush is laid out next to the clothes, a small assortment of hair bands and clips set out for you to pick from. It’s hard to stay grumpy when you see how much effort he’s put into it, noticing the line of bottles and products neatly arranged in the shower. When he sets you down, carefully lowering you until your feet are firmly under you, you can’t help but smile.

“You get a pass this time ‘cause you’re cute,” you say, waving a finger as if warning him. “But I’m going right back to sleep after this, okay?”

Jason doesn’t protest against your statement, but there’s no slow nod or huff of agreement. He tilts his head to the side, looking amused, and you know you’re going to have another fuss about that when the shower is over. At the very least you were going to have an in depth talk about the merits of sleeping in and not waking up before noon unless you have to.

#slashers #brahms heelshire #michael myers #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #jason voorhees #slasher x reader #gender neutral reader #some of the drabbles are short just cause im tired of trying to make them longer #and ive had this almost finished for days

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solaciummeae · 5 years

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Muse Interview Meme

Lent to by: @down-in-dixie

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? "That would be Ryan Timothy Theirin.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME? “No really-- that is my name.”

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT? “Negatory.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Now you see, that’s a complicated question-- there is-- someone...and it’s uh-- going places...but we haven’t exactly put a definition to things...so I suppose I’m not single, but not technically taken...”

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS? “Well now that all depends on when you catch me.”

6. STOP BEING A MARY SUE/GARY STU. “Isn’t that like-- when someone’s too perfect to be real? Have you met me? I’m in no terms, under no circumstances perfect. But I appreciate the implication.”

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR? “A very greyish blue.”

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR? “That would be brown.”

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “Yes, a mother Beth, a father Elliott-- and my best friend Raven, who I’ve known since childhood that I’m very close to who is family and her little sister Angelina, who is more of a daughter really-- complicated situation, but that little girl also happens to be like my daughter as well.”

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS? “No unfortunately, I’ve been thinking about adopting one though. I’ve kinda got a sort of joint custody with Raven’s cat. He’s a black tabby named Tiger Baby.”

11. THAT’S COOL I GUESS, NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “Uhhh...--oh, well I definitely don’t like the sheer amount of years I spent trying to pretend I was straight.”

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING? “Sure-- I like water a lot, so I lifeguard and also play water polo and swim a fair amount. I also like helping other people a lot and try to do that as much as possible. I’m an avid journaler. I like to record my life in a handwritten book and keep track of my memories that way. And uh-- I love photography too. I’m constantly taking pictures. Guess it’s another way of recording life.”

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “Unfortunately yes. Never by intent, but I’d say I’ve hurt just about any woman I’ve ever been with by trying to be someone I wasn’t. I never intended to hurt anyone, it was more an inability or lack of courage to be true to myself.”

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE? “I’m actually a doctor-- so I’m more in the business of saving lives than taking them.”

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “Mmm...good question. I like to think I’m a wolf spirit. Beautiful creatures.”

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “Sticking my whole foot into my mouth. It’s a talent really. I seem to have a knack for saying the wrong thing. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. And uh, I have a nasty habit of pushing myself too hard, trying to pour from an empty cup as it were. I’m so used to taking care of other people I forget how to let myself be taken care of. Ask the aforementioned-- someone I’ve been seeing.”

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL? “Probably Raven more than anyone. She got dealt a really horrible hand and somehow never let it stop her. She’s been an adult since the age of 14, and never once complained about the enormous pressure she was put under in raising a child that her own mother wasn’t capable of taking care of before said mother ran out on them. She’s the strongest, most loving, deeply empathetic woman I know. And she’s braver than the rest. Whenever I’m feeling weak, I think about her and all we’ve been through together. She reminds me that no matter how bad it gets, it can always get better.”

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “Once upon a time, I was straight. In fact, I was a bit of a lady’s man-- ironically. But that was before I realized I was living in a lie. One I couldn’t bear anymore. So I’m actually quite gay.”

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “I did. More than most. Medical school is absolutely no joke.”

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY? “Absolutely. I think my idea of what that looks like has changed quite a bit. And I do already have a kid-- just because Raven and I didn’t end up together doesn’t mean Angel is any less mine. But I would love to have more if I found the right partner. Fingers crossed I’m on the way to that.”

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS? “Not that I’m aware of...as I’ve said, I used to date a lot. Used to see a lotta women. Some more serious than others. But thank god those days are behind me and I’m hoping that I’ll be as successful finding someone of the right gender. Oddly enough-- though I dated plenty, I’m more of a serious relationship kinda guy.”

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? “Something happening to Raven and/or Angel has always been one of my greatest fears after the life we’ve shared together. They’ve been through a lot and I with them. But along with that-- I think I’ve been afraid of coming out for a long time now. Being who I really am. Disappointing all of the people who thought I was straight. The backlash that comes with being out of the closet.”

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “When I’m not at work? I’m pretty casual. I like a good pair of dark blue jeans, a white v-neck, maybe a plaid flannel over it, leather jackets. Or if I’m feeling my age a knit sweater.”

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “Absolutely. I’ve got a very wide circle of friends and family and I love each and every one of them. As for being in love-- that’s a loaded question. I might be. I-- I think I’m falling in love with someone. But I’m worried he doesn’t feel the same way.”

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF? “What-- what kinda question is that? I’m-- not sure honestly-- too long ago to remember...”

26. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS) “Are we talking about the kind of person I am? Or my financial status? Because depending on which you’d probably get a different answer. I’d like to think I’m a middle class kinda person, but I’m in the upper middle class bracket financially.”

27. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “Well there’s really a whole clan of us-- we weren’t always so big in numbers but we all kinda gravitated toward each other and one family knew another who knew someone else and it was kinda this great merging of several cliques who all live in this city. So I’m blessed with many.”

28. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “Okay, who doesn’t like pie? Why was this question even a thing? I think if you don’t like pie there might be something wrong with you. That’s like people who don’t like sweet things. How can you not want something sweet every once in a while. Pie is a yes for me.”

29. FAVOURITE DRINK? “Green tea with sugar, not honey. Hot or iced. Either is good. In fact, just about any sweet tea is good. If we’re talking something stronger. I tend to prefer whiskey.”

30. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE? “This is tough. I like getting out and exploring. Going places I’ve never been. But I like used book stores. Especially if they’ve got a rare selection. Plus I love that bookstore cats are a thing. I’ve made friends with many.”

31. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “Yeah-- see questions 4 and 24. Not really sure how interested in me he is. But uh-- I think it’s safe to say I’ve officially left the interested zone and tumbled headfirst into the dangerous place of falling or fallen for.”

32. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY? “Who’s asking?”

33. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “Either/Or. Like I said. I love water. Despite being a fire sign.” 34. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? “Ya know we were actually just talking about this the other night. Apparently I like ‘em short, with dark hair and dark eyes. Strong personality. Takes no shit. Can ‘wipe the fuckin’ floor with me’ despite being 5′4...”

35. ANY FETISHES? “None that I’d like to share at present.”

36. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? -laughs- “I had to actually look up the meaning of the first-- I thought we weren’t talking about this? Ah well-- guess at least it isn’t quite as specific as kinks. It’s interesting because the answers to these questions used to be quite different-- use to be seme/top/dominant all the way-- but uh-- you caught me, I’m now more of a uke/bottom/submissive type a guy.”

37. CAMPING OR INDOORS? “Both. I like being indoors well enough but I’ll never turn down an adventure-- and camping-- is always an adventure.”

38. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END? “I’m indifferent I suppose. It’s nice to talk about the things that have changed in my life. Let people get to know me a little better.”

@cranberrybutter

#deadbeatcentral #tagging you because obvious reasons #muse: ryan #about: ryan #headcanons: ryan

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50-shades-of-beige · 6 years

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Uptown Girl

Summary: After moving from New York to Hawkins, your life is changed by a handsome police chief, a mysterious girl and a realm that is beyond the boundaries of normality.

Warnings: None!

A/N: Okay so this is my first Hopper x reader multi-part fic! I can't wait to share it with you all 😁 It's going to be a slow burn fic and in this part we don't meet Hopper just yet, mainly more about the reader. Plus, since we don't know the names of Steve's parents I've just called them 'Stuart/Stu' and 'Deborah/Deb' just for the fic. I hope you enjoy 😊❤️

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Chapter 1

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The cab you were in pulled up to your brother's house and you let out a long huff. Your car-that you couldn't even drive yet-was due to arrive along with the rest of your things tomorrow. You had a few belongings with you already but the bulk of it was still to come. "Keep the change," you handed the cab driver a fistful of cash before you stepped out of the car. He got your bags out the trunk for you "Thanks again!" You politely smiled and took them from him.

Looking back up to the house, you held your head up high as you walked towards the front door with three suitcases in your hands. You placed them down to knock on the door and a few moments later the door opened "Y/N!" Your brother sounded surprised to see you even though he knew you were coming.

"Hey Stuart," you smiled and embraced your big brother in a hug "Good to see you..." you sighed into his shoulder and hugged him a little tighter.

"Despite the circumstances..." he pulled back and sent you a sympathetic smile.

You gaze fell to the floor "Yeah...despite the circumstances."

"Anyway!" He clapped his hands together, eager to move on "You should have called me, I would have picked you up from the airport."

You waved off his comments "Ah don't worry about it! I got a cab."

"A cab?!" He went wide eyed as he grabbed your bags "Must have cost you a fortune!" You shrugged a shoulder and stepped into the house, taking a look around your new abode. You would spend a few weeks here, at least until you found your own place. "Steve!" You brother called up the stairs "Come help me with your aunts bags!"

You heard feet pounding the floorboards above you as Steve came down the stairs "Well look what the cat dragged in..." he smirked and shook his head.

"Hey Stevie!" He hurried down the stairs and gave you a hug "Oh man! Look how tall you are! You're twelve years younger than me but almost a foot taller!" You playfully pinched his cheeks.

"Stop!" He groaned while giggling and swatted your hands away.

"I can't believe you're going to be eighteen soon! Last time I saw you, you were a squeaky little thirteen year old," you ruffled his hair, it pretty much stood in place with the amount of hairspray he had in it "Time flys, huh?"

He picked up your bag and let out a groan "What have you got in here?!"

"Presents!" You winked and Steve widely smiled "You can take that one into the living room, the other two have my clothes and things in it so they can go upstairs." Steve rushed to put one suitcase in the living room and take the other two to your bedroom. You turned around and looked at your brother who had his arms folded across his chest "What?"

"Presents? I hope you haven't bought a lot for us-especially Steve..." he warned and you rolled your eyes.

"I haven't seen Steve in ages! Let me spoil my only nephew a little bit, alright? Got some stuff for you and Deborah too. Where is your wife anyway?" You asked looking around before walking into the living room.

"Right here!" She called and brought coffee through from the kitchen "Good to see you again, Y/N." You gave her a small hug and kiss on the cheek after she placed the tray she was holding on the table "You're looking well!" You all sat down, Stuart poured you a cup of coffee.

"Well I think a month of that Italian sunshine did me good!" You forced a laugh and your brother and sister-in-law shared a small, uncomfortable smile. You knew they were pitying you. "Hawkins hasn't changed much, mind you Indiana as a whole hasn't changed much either!" You took a sip of coffee "Not like New York...I feel like it changed every time I stepped out my apartment."

"Have you sold it yet?" Deborah blurted out and your eyes met hers.

You steadily placed down your cup "Pretty much," you tightly smiled "I'm just waiting on some paperwork going through. I should have the cheque by the end of the month."

"What will you do then?" Steve asked as he jumped down onto the couch next to you.

"I don't know...might move back to Indiana, might even live here in Hawkins. Property is pretty cheap and I wouldn't need a big house or apartment. It's only me now..." your eyes flickered down to your ring finger. There was still a light indent mark on your skin from your recently removed engagement ring. "Well!" You chirped "It's a time for new beginnings, right?"

"That it is!" Stuart raised his coffee cup and took a gulp.

You turned to Steve and ruffled his hair again "Time for presents!"

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"You didn't have to buy us so much..." it sounded as if your brother was lightly rebuking you as he leaned against your bedroom door. You were staying in one of the guest rooms that looked over the pool and the back garden.

"Like I said, I haven't seen you much over the last few years. Plus teaching in a private middle school in New York paid well. I can afford to splurge if it's my money situation that worries you." You stated as you unpacked some of your things "Just because you're my big brother by ten years and three months doesn't mean I'm not as smart as you..." Stuart was ten when you were born so had always been very protective of you. Even though you had just turned twenty nine, he still looked out for you.

"I'm not saying that it's just-"

You turned to face him and cut him off "-Just nothing!" You walked up to him and tapped his shoulder "I'm fine...really I am. I have the chance to grasp a fresh start by the balls and I'm taking it."

"Hawkins ain't like Manhattan..." he smirked.

You shrugged "Maybe that's just what I need. Maybe it will be good to swap the hustle and bustle of a big city with a small, sleepy town." You walked over to the window and let out a sigh "Nothing ever happens in Hawkins."

You didn't see your brother raise a brow behind you "Y/N," you looked at him over your shoulder "You got a bit of news to catch up on..."

Your brother told you about what happened to Will Byers, that he had disappeared and no one knew where he had gone. His mother, Joyce, was beside herself with worry trying to find him. Stuart then told you about another girl, Barbara, who had mysteriously disappeared too. Your brows stayed knitted together the entire time he told you the story. You couldn't believe what he was saying. It wasn't the Hawkins he had always described to you.

When you were children you and Stuart grew up about fifty miles away from Hawkins, he moved to the town with Deborah just before Steven was born and you stayed with your parents until you moved out when you went to college. Eventually after your studies you moved to New York with your future (now ex) fiancée, Harry.

"I understand it a lot to take in," Stuart began "It's been a long day for you, get some rest Y/N. Maybe I could introduce to to a friend of mine tomorrow. He's a principal at the local middle school. You never know, he might be lookin' for a teacher!" He cracked a smile "If you're planning on staying, that could be your 'ball grab' moment!"

You let out a laugh "Jeez Stu!" You used his nickname and lightly nudged his shoulder "When you say it like that it sounds wrong! But about what you said, I'd love to meet him! The rest of my stuff should be arriving tomorrow morning between nine and twelve so I'm good to go anytime after that." Stuart nodded. You hugged him again "Thanks for everything."

"Anytime, it's not a problem. Thanks for the gifts, you spent too much...as usual..." you scoffed at his remark before bidding him goodnight.

You collapsed onto your bed, letting out the air from your lungs as the pillows released the air trapped in them. The two actions made similar sounds. With your eyelids growing heavier, you finally fell asleep.

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kingofthewilderwest · 7 years

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Is Toothless a Mary sue? why should we care about him? or what makes him special from different dragons? or from Hookfang for example?

I think one of the challenges of the word “Mary Sue” or “Gary Stu” is that I feel it has undergone significant semantic broadening. We still understand the core meaning that a Mary Sue is an idealized, overpowered character - but I feel it has become a quick, lazy criticism for any character that seems unoriginal. Now, I’m not someone who personally spends any time on TV Tropes, but I’m amused that even here they have commented that “What that character type is, exactly, differs wildly from circle to circle, and often from person to person,” and, “There are dozens upon dozens of essays that offer interpretations of what the term means, generally basing it off of some usages of it, but none of them are truly comprehensive or accepted.”

In general the most common traits a prototypical Mary Sue has are:

Extremely good looks and unusual appearance/name/etc. traits

A tragic backstory to give us the angst

Extremely powerful abilities, often in multiple areas (ex: sciences and fighting skills), outstripping the skills of the other characters with almost no sign that the Mary Sue has flaw or challenge

Disproportionate over-importance in the story, flaunted about

But there are plenty of other things to discuss, too, like if the Mary Sue is portrayed in a light that they’re always the one wronged - even if with some decent thought we’d realize they’re not some angel, either. Another one to talk about: is the Mary Sue self-insertion of the author, or who the author wants to be?

Now, I’ve come to dislike the term “Mary Sue” because of its overapplication in character criticism. As I already mentioned, I feel like sometimes we’ve washed away the criticism to simply mean “unoriginal” or “not unique.” So many people slap the word “Mary Sue” on without taking any analytical thought, time, or attention to explain what it is bothersome about this character or makes them unappealing to us. It makes it all too easy and all too simplistic to toss aside interest in a character; call them “Mary Sue,” and congratulations, you’ve given your “full” reason for why they’re not cool. It’s a shortcut label that prevents actual dialogue about character weaknesses, strengths, and narrative tropes.

If a character is unoriginal, we should have the right to say and explain so without a blanket term. If a character truly is problematic, hyper-idealized, or lacking uniqueness… then we should be able to provide a full explanation and analysis without relying on a two word appellation. The name “Mary Sue” is just as overused as the unoriginal characters that people are decrying.

Now, as far as whether or not Toothless is overpowered, or unoriginal, or special, that’s definitely something important I think we can talk about in depth! And there are many different routes we could discuss, among them…

Toothless’ missing tail fin is an enormous weakness and limitation for the character. He’s given a rather large limitation that counterbalances the plasma blast strength he has. Toothless is just as likely to be vulnerable in a skirmish as helpful, and indeed we see many instances where Toothless’ weaknesses are exploited and he is overpowered.

The friendship between Toothless and Hiccup is written with a manner of equal respect between human and dragon, and with a lot of tenderness, depth, and power. They grow through the friendship, they struggle through the friendship, they make up and grow again through the friendship. Toothless isn’t a character that’s written to hog the spotlight - the basis of this partnership alone is beautiful treatment that you won’t see in someone’s wish fulfillment Mary Sue. It’s one (of many) reasons to legitimately care about him, and to see how he interacts meaningfully between the other characters of the story.

Toothless has complex but comprehensible reactions to situations. He’s not someone who has a two dimensional personality that is flat and predictable in all circumstances. There will be times when he’s brave, times that he’s nervous, times that he’s penitent, times that he’s stubborn, times that he’s friendly, times that he’s hostile, times that he’s silly, times that he’s serious, times that he’s sarcastic, times that he’s sincere. But in all these instances, they don’t contradict or build an inconsistent character. All these interactions make sense based upon his personality and his current context. If characters react three-dimensionally to the circumstances around them, such that they’re both individual and understandable, then you have a character who ain’t a cardboard cutout.

All dragons have unique fire powers that are incredibly strong; the Night Fury might have a dramatic reputation because of its speed and plasma blasts, but let’s be real… all the dragons are pretty darned powerful in their own unique, interesting ways. Toothless can’t light his entire body on fire like Hookfang and other Monstrous Nightmares. Toothless can’t create an enormous gas explosion like the Hideous Zipplebacks. Toothless can’t track people across miles through scent like the Rumblehorn or Deadly Nadders. He can’t lure dragons through sonic calls like the Death Song, nor emit damaging sonic blasts like the Thunder Drum, nor paralyze victims like the Speed Stinger or Flightmare. But in all these cool powers, the dragons create uniqueness, variety, and counterbalancing measures; Toothless isn’t overly powerful in a world of powerful dragons - he’s just powerful in specific facets, while other dragons are powerful in other unique, specific facets. Everyone’s very unique and everyone has cool abilities that don’t drastically overpower one of the others.

And then there’s one specific thing that I want to talk about, because I feel like it’s the number one easiest way to squash anyone’s suggestion that a character is not unique…

Personality Quirks.

If a character has a list of personality quirks - unique behaviors personal to only them, silly little penchants they do, odd aspects to them you don’t see across fictional personalities - well, then obviously this character is original. If a writer takes the time to think of their characters’ tiny idiosyncrasies, then chances are they’ve thought also about the broad, overarching ways the character is unique. Idiosyncrasies are ways we can laugh about a character, find them charming and relatable or likable, and to think of them as a special person different from the crowd of fictional and nonfictional people we know.

And Toothless? Ohohohoho does Toothless have his quirks.

1. We have Toothless’ little smile. It starts by him trying to imitate into Hiccup. It turns into his own gesture of friendliness to humans. Dragon mouths are not meant to twist that way, no other dragon tries it, but Toothless has decided this is a facial gesture he can use to emit friendliness to others (especially when hanging upside-down).

2. We have Toothless’ rambunctious drawing sprees. He gets so excited at people drawing pictures in the dirt or snow that he has to do it, too! He nabs the nearest stick-like object - something usually preposterously big - and begins to dance hyperactively across the world. He spins and he twirls and he trots and he whirls… and he makes a big mess of everything.

Please tell me how many characters do this in HTTYD. Or how many characters do this in any franchise you can think of. I’ll wait. ^.^

Point is, this is a pretty big quirk because this is something that he and he alone does - and it makes us laugh for it.

3. Even how Toothless curls up and lies down to rest is unique, something not shared by other dragon characters or species.

4. And how about his dry sarcasm? The face says it all.

5. There are a number of other endearing behaviors Toothless does. Some of them aren’t unique to the dragon alone - Toothless isn’t the only creature who likes being scratched under the chin, or rubbing around in dragon nip, or chasing after spots of light. But just because lots of our pet dogs get wildly excited for food doesn’t make it less entertaining. Just because more than one pet cat of ours romps wildly up and down the house… doesn’t take away from the endearment of that activity. It’s still damn hilarious and adorable (when they’re not knocking over lamps, anyway). And it’s still a tiny little detail to how these characters react that makes them interesting rather than flat.

Now, this only gets at the tip of the iceberg. We haven’t talked about Toothless’ energy bouncing around areas, or when he’s Done™ with Hiccup for doing dangerous activities, or where he’s really proud for doing something for Hiccup even though he got some things wrong (like spitting a saliva-filled helmet all over Hiccup’s head), or how he responds to meeting potential foes, or the different ways in which he vocalizes to express his emotions, or all sorts of behaviors that are entirely unique to him.

I mean… like… what a dork.

If I can call a character a “dork,” there’s probably something fun and special about them! XD

As far as why we should care for him? That’s an essay on its own. It’s related to the idea of whether or not he’s special or a Mary Sue… and there’s something to be said that we can’t be forced to like any character… but honestly… I feel like if we need to ask if or why Toothless should be cared about, then we have missed the very meaning of HTTYD’s inherent narrative.

#long post #httyd #How to Train Your Dragon #httyd2 #httyd 2 #How to Train Your Dragon 2 #Toothless #analysis #my analysis #ask #ask me #awesome anonymous friend #Anonymous #Mary Sue #Gary Stu

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stunudo · 7 years

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Baa Bum Ba Bum: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Penelope Garcia x Female Reader

Requested by: @milkandcookies528

“I know in season seven Garcia and Kevin broke up and something about her not wanting to get married. But anyways could you do one where Penelope and her fiance gets married (and in this fic she was never against marriage) and the wedding is beautiful. Thank you.😍😍😭😭”

Warnings: All the Fluff! Nerdom and more cussing than I usually throw in.

A/N: As you can tell, I had too much fun with this one. Btw how come we have never met Garcia’s brothers?! Thanks for the awesome request Tori!!! I really hope you like it. xoxo Stu

I do not own the characters or images.

Your name: submit What is this?

To Do:

Fitting Appointment

Florists

Confirm Cake Delivery

Make Penny get to her fitting

Remind the team and Carlos about speeches

Breathe

Confirm with the J.o.t.P

It was going to be a hectic week, but you just had to make sure everything was moving along. You were an extremely hands on bride, not a bridezilla, thank you very much.

“Girl, I better be the first speaker. I do not want everyone all distracted before I get all your dirty laundry out in the open.” Carlos was huffing. You had been checking your phone, AGAIN, during your weekly brunch with your bestie. Your head snapped up.

“I think I can arrange that, BUT that means you cannot bring up the cat-fight sophomore year.”

“Y/N, seriously?!” Carlos was shocked, “I hadn’t even remembered that! Now I want to throw it in there. Hmmmm, you’re lucky I plan ahead. I don’t want to mess with perfection. My speech is so fire, everyone will need to stop, drop and roll.”

You laughed, Carlos being prepared to assault your friends and family with every embarrassing detail of your nearly twenty years of friendship was quintessential. No wonder people put so much thought and time into weddings. It isn’t everyday people publicly show loved ones how much they mean to them. You finished the mimosa you had been sipping. Carlos leaned in and grabbed your hand.

“It’s going to be fucking magical, Y/N.” Carlos tried to relieve the stress of the event. You nodded, remembering to breathe.

“You’ve reached Garcia’s Gifts of Knowledge and Salvation, please state your request.”

“Hey, babe. I just got a call from the dress shop.” You began in a slight brisk tone. “Anything you want to tell me?”

The pause was enough to have you counting to ten. “Um? No?” Penelope responded sheepishly.

“Alright, I, trust you, but please make sure you stop with the last minute “extras” by Thursday. They charge another 20% for rush work.”

“If I did know what you were referring to, than that would be a good deadline. But really, there are no extras.” She was failing her stealth role left and right.

“Love you, please get home on time tonight?” You asked softly.

“Sure? I mean the team is only in freaking Florida, Y/N. I can’t exactly leave them on their own. What if they don’t finish the case in time?!”

“Penny, they’ll be there. It is going to be wonderful. See you at home?” You tried reassuring your fiance.

“Okay, yes, you will. Eventually.” Penny smooched into the phone.

It was the morning of the wedding and you woke up on Carlos’ couch. You had a make shift Joint Bachelorette Party the night before. Oddly keeping with the tradition of not seeing each other on your wedding day prior to the ceremony. But you couldn’t remember why you were on your best friend’s couch. You and he had shared beds before and it was never weird. You dragged your feet into his bedroom and crawled beneath the duvet. The warm body behind you rolled over and tried to make you the little spoon. You rolled over to push Carlos off of your hips, but it wasn’t Carlos looking back at you. It was Reid.

“What the hell?!” You fell out of the bed, hitting the nightstand with your face. “Jesus! Carlos! Did you screw the fucking bridesmaid?”

“Bridesfellow, actually.” Spencer corrected you, his big eyes bulging and a deep blush rising on his waking features. “But, uh, no, I don’t think so…..”

Carlos finally sat up from his place on the far side of the bed and looked down at your pathetic position on the floor. “Dios mio, no I did not sleep with him.” He rolled his eyes and his body and went back to bed. You sat there on the ornate woven rug glaring at the flabbergasted and extremely hung over doctor.

“Get me a steak.” You demanded.

“Why?” Spencer said simply.

“For my face.” You growled. “Ice. Anything. For crying out loud I am about to get a million pictures taken and I don’t want to look like roadkill.” Spencer finally got the message and headed to the kitchen. You got yourself up and back on the couch as he brought you a dishtowel wrapped baggie of ice cubes.

There was a knock at the door and the slapping of flip flops on the wooden floor. “Oh no.”

She had arrived. “You’re getting mar– What happened to your face?!” Your little sister stared at you with horror. Spencer pursed his lips.

Meanwhile

“Can we get you a mimosa or some coffee?” The soothing technician asked as JJ, Emily, Tara, Penelope and Savannah settled into their pedicure recliners.

“Mimosas all around,” Tara confirmed.

“Oh my gosh you guys, I can’t believe its To-Day. It is actually happening.” Penelope gushed.

“You are going to be such a stunning bride!” Savannah chimed from across the aisle. “Thank you so much for inviting me along. Although I am sure Derek would enjoy this too.” The agile hands of the workers had begun massaging the feet and legs of the bridal party.

“You’re family, besides, I am sure the guys are keeping busy.” JJ snarked.

“Uh, yeah,” Penelope agreed. “Between the team, Y/N’s dad and my brothers they will be done setting up the hall by noon. Plenty of time to shower and tap the keg before the actual ceremony.”

The woman had returned with the champagne flutes.

“To the brides!” Emily belted out, “May their love continue to inspire us all!”

“Here, here!” Tara seconded.

JJ clinked her glass with Savannah. Tara and Emily took turns clanging with Penny. Just as they set down their glasses, JJ’s phone buzzed.

“No phones, Jayge!” Garcia whined. “No fair!”

JJ checked her text message and just shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just last minute coordinating with Y/N’s sister. She just got picked up from Jaramillo’s place.”

“Right on schedule.” Emily pointed out, patting Garcia’s thigh in reassurance.

“Tell her sister to be nice, she always stresses her out.” Garcia chimed in as JJ responded. “Look at me defending my wife! From my soon-to-be kid sister! We are so flippin’ cute!”

Everyone giggled, but no one disagreed. Penelope was happy, love was in the air, this was a special day for the whole BAU family.

After you dropped Reid at the hall for reception detail, you and your sister headed to the salon for your hair appointments. Breakfast was the ever-needed Starbucks drive thru.

“Okay, so, I know you don’t usually do much make up, but we are going to have to figure this out.” She kept poking your face. You swatted her hand away as you leaned out the window to place the order.

“How do you think Penny is holding up?” You asked absentmindedly. “She always wants everyone else to be happy and entertained, do you think she is enjoying herself at all?”

“She is getting a pedicure and drinking with her friends, whats not to enjoy?” Your sister sipped her sugary coffee. “Are you? Besides the face thing, I mean. Are you sure I can’t say anything? Because Reid ruined your face, he should have to wear a dunce cap or something.”

“Eh, I am thinking in ten or twenty years I will look back at it and laugh.” You smirked to yourself. “Later tonight though I am definitely posting a cruel hashtag with his scrawny face on insta.”

“Bitch.”

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you.”

There were probably going to be just as many people standing up in the wedding as were in attendance. You just had that many amazing friends and family. There were separate dressing rooms for each wedding party. You had taken the one marked “Groom”, but someone had covered it up with a hasty drawing of a rabbit or a duck, depending how you looked at it.

Inside was the pre-party. Your room held Carlos, your sister, your roommate from college Kristin, Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Reid, Will, Luke, Henry and Jack. (Hank and Michael were with JJ’s mom.) Your mom and dad had just left to double check on Penelope, since she didn’t have anyone to do the mom fussing thing. Which you were extremely grateful for, because you hated the mom fussing thing.

You double checked your cheek bruise had remained well hidden. Slowly you went around and thanked everyone for coming. As it was a lesbian wedding, nothing was strictly traditional. You were in white, but it was a lace-less dress with a matching jacket that only came to your boobs. You had no veil, but a decorative headband that looked slightly like ears. Derek was Penny’s best man as Carlos was yours.

You had given your sister and Kristen the bridesmaid title because it was easiest. They wore dresses like JJ, Emily and Tara, which were pale blue cocktail dresses that hit all of their gorgeous waists just so. Each woman wore her hair differently and that was fine with you. The “bridesfellows”, your dad and Penny’s brothers were in grey linen suits without ties. Derek and Carlos wore matching suits, but with pale blue bow ties to signify their important role.

“Hey there, how’s my girl’s girl?” Derek’s smooth voice pulled you in. You leaned your shoulder against him, letting him stare into your eyes to ensure your resolve. You smirked once he nodded.

“Thanks so much for coming back for the wedding, we both really appreciate it.”

“Are you kidding? I, we, wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Derek explained. “I have never seen her so happy, Y/N. This is what its all about, ya know?”

You did. Since dating Penelope you had learned so much about what her team did, about how much evil was truly out there. And about the fiercest of optimists holding down the fort in Quantico guiding the team via phone calls and video conferencing. Your future wife was extraordinary. She helped families of murder victims find peace. She brought sunshine and love into any room she walked through. Not to mention she had curves for days. Yes, this was what life was all about. Finding someone you love, who loves you back and never letting go.

The service was held outside in a large field beside the hall. The focal point a large oak tree where a simple wicker archway was constructed. There were aged wooden folding chairs in two grouping on either side of a narrow footpath.

The Justice of the Peace had obligingly wore a top hat and tails. He was a gruff man in his sixties, but he could put anyone at ease with his casual banter. He was Derek in another 25 years. Hotch and Rossi had done a perfect job escorting the guests to their seats. You knew your flirty grandmother would be all over Rossi so you accidentally on purpose sat them together for the dinner hour.

The sun was shining in the late afternoon as you walked down the aisle. You carried no flowers but had one arm hooked with each of your parents. The string musicians in the corner played a simple version of the Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. You had made it, the end of the aisle. You turned and hugged both of your parents’ necks, trying not to cry, yet.

They quickly sat down in your front row, besides Hotch and Rossi. The attendants walked in solo starting with Carlos, then Derek, your sister, then JJ, Kristin, Emily, then Tara and finally Reid. You didn’t care that the sides were uneven, because everyone would be one big family after today. Then there was Jack and Henry carrying a pillow shaped like a keyboard with the rings tied atop.

As Penny’s brothers entered the aisle and turned their backs to you, the music changed. The guests rose and suddenly there she was. She was fabulous. She had her hair down in lose curls. Her take of Alice’s dress showed layers of underskirts. The pale blue and white fading into a long train. She had a sleek side veil sprouting from a tiny top hat tucked on to a head band. Her Cheshire Cat smile beaming back at you.

She stopped and walked with each brother down the aisle, once she got to the next one the previous brother stepped back and carried her train. When she reached her oldest brother of the four at the first row, the Garcia family met you at the altar. The tears were coming steadily now, but you powered through, wiping your eyes with your knuckles gently.

Your lovely bride had arrived in full pageantry. She held you in her brown eyed gaze, tears just beginning to show. You leaned in and hugged her brother and then took her hands gently in yours. She already had a tissue wadded up in her fist. The welcome, the readings, the song were all a blur of reverence and happy excitement from the crowd. Eventually the Judge got your attention away from your gorgeous bride so you could begin your vows.

You reached into the inside breast pocket of your jacket and pulled out your handwritten vows. Memorizing was overrated. In your right hand you held her hand as you began to pour your heart out.

“Penelope Garcia, I, Y/F/N Y/L/N, take you for the tech goddess you are.

I promise to love, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest.

Through apocalypses, malfunctions and full moons,

For now, forever and through every timeline, I will be yours.

Xena to your Gabrielle,

Tara to your Willow,

Ron to your Hermione,

Leia to your Han,

River to your Doctor.”

She was smirking and swinging your hand back and forth.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I, Penelope Garcia take you for the bad ass bitch that you are.

I promise to love you, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest, because we all know I cannot lie.

Through the dark side, hunger games and black holes,

For now, forever and back again, I will be yours.

Zoe to your Wash,

Castiel to your Dean,

Sam to your Frodo,

Zelda to your Link,

Jenny to your Vastra.”

The tingling was getting ridiculous. She had memorized hers. You took your opening, you didn’t need permission anyway. You slipped your hand around her corseted waist and pulled her close. “I love you.” You whispered and kissed her fiercely. The crowd around you erupted in applause and joyous hoots. When eventually, you pulled back from the kiss, she whispered back, “I know.”

The grinning Justice of the Peace cleared his throat and declared, “I now present Mrs. and Mrs. Garcia-Y/L/N.” You held Penny’s flowers between your joined hands and thrust them in the air. The musicians played a lively “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga as you walked back down the pathway and into the reception hall.

Walking into the hall was like walking into a daydream. The setting sun was filtering through the large windows casting a hushed luminescence over the array of circular tables. They were all set with mix matched china and glassware. There were centerpieces made out of old tea cups securely stacked at odd angles holding lit candles. The fairy lights in the corners of the room in decorative trees framed assortments of books and bottles, someone had made a magnificent replica of the Cheshire Cat and set him in the tree behind your seats.

The head table was made up of three large banquet tables in a U shape, allowing everyone to converse. The waitstaff were all in simple black and white, but wore red or black aprons with card markings on them. You had entered Wonderland’s Tea Party and Queen’s Garden all at once. After the initial shock and “awe’s” you escorted your wife to her chair, humming “A Very Merry Un-Birthday” under your breath.

“Ella ha sido mi mejor amiga durante muchos años. Demasiados, creeme!” Carlos was wrapping up his speech, his humor reaching about ten people as he gave the entire thing in Spanish. You knew he did it to keep it special for you, protecting your secrets to only those he deemed worthy. You were laughing through your tears, especially when you caught your Grandma’s face at a total loss. He raised his glass and finished with a resounding, “Salud!”

Everyone answered back, “Salud!”

Now it was Derek’s turn to take the microphone. Penny inhaled dramatically because she knew, you all knew this was going to be a good one. “To those of you that don’t know me, my name is Derek Morgan and up until a few months ago I worked with a very special lady. Our very own Penelope Garcia.” The BAU team cheered drunkenly from their seats. You reached around her chair, holding her close to you for this emotional process.

“Garcia and I go way back, in fact there was a time when Hotch and I had arrested her, but that was just because we needed her. We always needed her. I have said it before and I will say it again. ‘You are my God-given solace’. I would not be the husband, father or man I am today without you talking me through some of the darkest times. I can never thank you enough, Penelope.” Derek cleared his throat and looked back out to the crowd. “Then this mystery woman entered into my Baby Girl’s life and I was a little bit suspicious, understandably so. The FBI doesn’t let just ANYONE around our personal sunshine. No, that someone has to be special. Because our Garcia deserves only the best. And I am happy to report that Y/N passed every test and curve ball we could have imagined. You make her happy. I can only wish you this feeling, this overwhelming joy and security for the rest of your lives. Man, I can feel the love radiating from the two of you, it’s magical. Let’s raise our glasses to Penelope and Y/N!”

Derek swaggered over and kissed Penelope’s cheek and then your bruised one. “Ow, easy now!” You winced but hugged him all the same. “That was beautiful thank you Morgan.”

“My pleasure ladies, now I need to find my wife before the music starts.” And he was gone. You turned and hugged Carlos as he slouched into his seat with a fresh cocktail. “It was perfect!”

“D’you really think so? I was so nervous.” Carlos looked pale. You just fixed his collar and patted his back. Suddenly Alvez appeared, apparently wanting to give his regards to your Best Man as well. You winked and turned back to join your wife in conversation with JJ.

“Three is perfect, I think three is the goal.” Penelope mused.

“But then you’re out numbered! I think two is plenty for me.” JJ replied.

“Are we talking about kids, already?” You rolled your eyes, “The ink isn’t even dry yet.” Twisting Penelope’s hair gently in your fingers.

“Well, fur babies actually.” She murmured. You leaned in and rubbed her nose with your nose.

“Good answer.” Sealed with a tender kiss.

The DJ had called the chattering room to attention. The dance space had been cleared and the lights dimmed. Quietly you had found your place on the edge of the floor holding Penelope’s hand. The opening bars to Norah Jones’ “Come Away With Me” rang through out the room. You exhaled and drew her soft body into yours. You spun in a gentle circle, leaning your head onto her shoulder. You were drunk on the easy silence in the bubble of the two of you.

As the ending snare rattled into the next song, the BAU and your friends joined you on the dance floor. The upbeat strumming of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” rocked out of the speakers and you sang out happily. You and your wife danced wildly, with swinging arms and obnoxious voices crooning to each other. And the couples and friends spun in varying paces around you, a blur of happiness and colors.

So please don’t please don’t please don’t There’s no need to complicate ‘Cause our time is short This, oh this, this is our fate, I’m yours

@milkandcookies528 @marvelfanlife @dontshootmespence @imagicana @reidbyers @rachficrecs

#penelope garcia x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfictions #tumblrpride #brides #wedding #cm fanfiction #penelope garcia #derek morgan #bau #we're all queer here #kirsten vangsness

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chilly-territory · 7 years

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Gangsta, chapter 43 text translation

Since inverted-kidney was generous enough to share the raw scans for chapter 43, I did a quick translation. And damn... how could I forget that we’re at the point where the shit is really hitting the fan... The despair levels in this chapter hit like a ton of bricks.

01 Editorial line(beginning): If you survived...

Radio: ---According to ... number of victims... announc... unrests... Er..stu..m... The adminis... citizens... refrai... from... outsid...

02 Young!Georgianna: So it really was you, as I suspected, Wallace.

03 Young!Georgianna: Looks like those slave traders you raided went under. But your keeping that up will change nothing for Twili--- Young!Wallace: Yes, it can. I can, Big Momma. ...Someone has to.

05 Georgianna: You sure, yes, Wallace?

06 Worick: ...Georgianna. You'll get yourself dirty.

07 Georgianna: Silly boy.

08 Man: Big Momma Georgianna. It is time. That person is waiting. Georgianna: Hmph. ...They won't even give us time to reminisce about the good old days. ---Come. I will take you to Uranos, Storage.

09 Worick: You have my gratitude, Big Momma.

Cody: ..Eh? Yes, yes, that's right. Ah, yes. The patient in question has already been admitted to the ICU. The two Tags are resting for the moment.

10 Cody: I'm sorry it's so noisy. Protests by the anti-Twilight groups are gaining scale and momentum by the day, you see. Every division is short of personnel right now. It's so bad that we'd like to enlist the Benriya's help if we could. Haha... ---...Yes. I will tell him... Goodbye... Chad: Enough with the crap! Put me through! --Hey, 'tis me. I’ve heard. What the hell are you thinking?

11 Gina: ...I thought I told you not to call me on this number, Inspector Chad. Chad: I'm getting reports of your mercs rampaging, and of Twilights' corpses and strange dead bodies of Normals lying around everywhere! All our station's lines went dead thanks to it, Gina! More importantly, Tags are crowding in front of your Colony, ain't they? Why ain't you opening the gates to them? They're sitting ducks like that! They'll all get killed!

12 Gina: Don't be stupid. We don't know who might try to mix in with them and slip in. Besides, we're a mercenary guild. We've no luxury to shelter refugees. Chad: ...You're just gonna abandon your brethren and let 'em get slaughtered, is that it?! With Danny disappearing like that, you're their only hope, you realize?! How can you--- Gina: Chad.

13 Gina: Stop pushing what you yourself couldn't protect on others. Don't forget that you're a Normal. Not someone who should stay by Twilights' side.

14 Gina: ---This is the 4 Godfathers', as well as Twilights' problem. It's ours and ours alone.

15 Kid!Nic in flashback: It's uSEelEss. EvERyTHing iS. Gina: There's nothing anymore a Normal like you can do.

16 Theo(thinks): ...For now, we hid Yang and them in the safe zone. It's too risky for my clinic to shelter a member of the Monroe family right now. Having the police inspectors take care of them is a slightly better option. The sample of my experimental drug survived unscathed, too. ...He did a really good job enduring it without a downer injection. But I'd rather not resort to a gamble like that that makes my insides go cold ever again. What's left now is...

17 Theo(thinks): ...to see what the test subject would do.

19 Nic: ThEo. HOw loNG tIll thIS pIEce Of JUnk oF a BoDy cAN MOve prOPeRly agAIn? Nina: Ni-- Theo: Idiot.

20 Theo: Of what use a guy who can't even stand on his own can be? You know yourself without me having to spell it out for you: you're no longer needed. Your contract is merrily null and void. So how about this, Nicolas: make a contract with me next and donate me your body? Nina: DOCTOR! Nic: NiNa. StoP. TheO's RIgHt.

21 Nic: My MAstEr is GOiNg to A pLAce whERe hE woN't neED a TwILigHT liKE Me. Nina: Ah. Nic: ...THeo. I'll GIve iT to YOu. BUt wAIt a lITtLe.

22 Nic: I sTIll hAVe orDeRS [furigana: work] leFt.

23 Cat: Meow.

24 Alex(thinks): Barry. You were right. I deluded myself, thinking that I found a place to belong and that I can return there. ...even though no such place existed to begin with. And I'm sure that this time I will never---

31 Alex: ...Why...

32 Alex: Why did it have to be me?

33 Alex: ...Why did you have to go and save someone like me, of all people, Worick...?

Editorial line(continued): ...through the ups and downs of having and losing.

The omake page

Right side of the page

GST: Thanks for the wait... Box: Bomber, model Brown Nicolas rev.2

Left side of the page

Title: All-male household

Panel 1 Worick: We've been on a hiatus so long that Shizu and Hal will turn 3 this winter... Handwritten: Adults.... Right box: Hal Left box: Shizu

Panel 2 Worick: Both are male, so it's all male household. sfx: *chirping*

Panel 3 Worick: They chirp a lot. And dance mating dances. sfx: *more chirping*

Panel 4 Worick: SHUT UUUUUP!!! sfx: *even more chirping* Note: But I still love them...!

#gangsta.

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tumblueberry · 8 years

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OC Interview

RULES

1. PICK ONE OF YOUR CHARACTERS

2. FILL IN THE QUESTIONS/STATEMENTS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

3. TAG PEOPLE TO DO THIS MEME.

Stole this from @queen-scribbles and @galagraphia because they did it for their Watchers in PoE and I want in too :) Not gonna tag any of you guys, but if you have a Watcher too I’d love to hear from them!<3

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

It’s Arianna.

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?

Ah, do you want the whole thing...? I’d be called Arianna dels Clau when my mother lived, so if you need a surname, feel free to use that.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU WERE CALLED THAT?

I never asked my mother, but she never told me we had any relatives with the same name or if it meant anything for her, so I guess she just liked it. Clau, though, comes from the fact that my parents kept the keys of most of the stuff whe had around the caravans. They made sure everything was safe... kind of like housekeepers but on the road? Never used that name myself, I left the caravan when mother passed away.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN?

Before this goes further, I’m not open to flirting with strangers, thanks for your interest.

But yeah, single.

5. HAVE ANY ABILITIES OR POWERS?

HAH! *coughs* Guess I am pretty good at giving people hope and keeping bad guys away, besides the fact that now I can read souls and talk to the dead not only because I’m a priest of Berath.

6. STOP BEING A GARY STU.

Weary stew...? Or... is that Glanfathan? I’m sorry, I can’t speak that language. We can talk in Vailian if you want to, though!

7. WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?

Brown, as you can see *smiles warmly*

8. HOW ABOUT YOUR HAIR COLOR?

Brown also! If you’re asking because you see some parts slightly lighter that’s caused by so many hours walking under the sun. That can damage your hair pretty badly... and I haven’t been very careful lately...

9. HAVE YOU ANY FAMILY MEMBERS?

None that I know of. Father passed away when I was a kid, mother followed him a few years ago and left the caravan after that... I guess they were kind of a family for a while, but no relatives left, no.

10. OH? WHAT ABOUT PETS?

Oh, good! I like to talk about our pets. They ours, all of the team takes care of them, their our responsibility! How can you leave those poor creatures on their own? These are dark times, animals suffer the most... So far we’ve resqued a few dogs, I let Éder take care of them because he loves them so much, it’s adorable! But I keep a couple of spiders, a little white dragon and two cats. I make sure all are taken care of play with them when we have some time. I can’t wait to finish the reforms at Caed Nua so they all have their on little beds, toys and plenty of space to play and sleep and be happy!

11. NOW TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE.

Hmm. I don’t like bullies and liars. I try to forgive and give second chances, but when it’s others who are suffering I can’t be that... grey. I also don’t like to walk under the rain.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES YOU LIKE DOING?

Playing with our pets! Taking naps by the fire in my room at Caed Nua, listening to Kana’s music, and dancing! I like helping around at this... home we’re building together, fixing doors, painting walls, all that stuff... It’s relaxing.

13. EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE?

Sadly, yes. I guess you could add that to the list of things I don’t like.

14. EVER….KILLED ANYONE BEFORE?

Yes. Not for pleasure. Never.

15. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?

Er... I guess if I had to pick an animal I relate to the most, I don’t know, I like dogs?

16. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS.

Some people say I shouldn’t ask so many questions. Others say I shouldn’t be so nice to strangers, or give them money, or turn down the money they want to give me after I find their stuff in the woods. What I SAY is that I shouldn’t talk to Berath while I’m on the bathroom or wash the blood out of my clothes before I go to talk to people... especially at little towns where people can get very scared of, you know, strangers bathed in blood.

17. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE AT ALL?

Mother. She was the kindest person I’ve ever known. As well as the priest I learned the most of when I left the caravan. I aspire to be as kind hearted and selfless, to keep the balance in the world, to help others.

18. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL?

*Takes a long breath* And I thought we were getting deep with the questions. As I said before: I’m not open to flirting with strangers, it makes me feel uncomfortable and it’s creepy. But yeah, I guess I like men...?

19. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL?

Haven’t been in any. I learnt everything from the adults when I lived on the road and then had to read a lot and learnt a lot of other stuff when I left it and joined the priests of Berath.

20. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS ONE DAY?

I... uhm. Hmf. I never really found it apealing but who knows. I see why people would like to do it, though, so... If I ever find a nice man who’d want to, perhaps?

21. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANBOYS/FANGIRLS?

Nah, I don’t think so. Uhm. Now that I think about it, people is starting to recognize me on the street of some towns and some roads, that’s weird.

22. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?

And back to the deep questions! Heh! *sigh* I guess I’m afraid of losing myself to this Watcher thing. I’ve seen what an awakening can do to people, I wouldn’t like to experience it in my own flesh. Losing your mind like that... Losing the ones I love, the friends I’ve met in this crazy journey, too. I’m not very fond of losing things I cherish as you can see.

23. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR?

Something practical and personal enough to feel comfortable in it. My armor for my travels, good pair of shoes for walking, warm clothes when it’s cold... but I’m not afraid of pretty dresses, bows and lace either! One can look nice and kick bandits’ asses. Although I don’t recommend kicking asses while wearing heels.

24. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE?

No... no? I mean I love our pets! And my new friends. They’ve helped me so much through all this crazyness. It’s nice to have them arround. Especially Aloth and Éder, they’ve been there from the very beginning of my travels in these lands and haven’t left me yet, must be a good sign, right? Hahah! I hope it is. Well, I hope he- theeey don’t leave me. Next question!

25. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WET YOURSELF?

*Looks into the interviewers eyes and raises a brow in silence* [Estoic].

....

When I was 5 maybe? I don’t know, man. If this is the direction the interview is going I rather go back to think about my feelings, thanks.

26. WELL, IT’S NOT OVER YET!

*Looks into the interviewers eyes and raises a brow in silence AGAIN* [Estoic].

27. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? (HIGH CLASS, MIDDLE CLASS, LOW CLASS)

Hah. Living on the road for most of my life I guess I’m low class. Or was. With all this stuff about Caed Nua people is starting to call me LADY Arianna, isn’t it weird? But it’s nice, really, I’m not complaining, hahaha!

28. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE?

Now? So many! I’m meeting the most interesting people in my travels, never thought I’d do so well on my own. Especially after all that... accident with the first caravan I worked with in these lands... But things aren’t that bad now! I’m learning a lot from all my friends and I couldn’t wish for better company! *Looks at Durance* Well... most of times.

29. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE?

All of them are perfect and I’d like one, please and thank you.

30. FAVOURITE DRINK?

Water if I’m thirsty, anything if I want to get drunk.

31. WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE?

Oh I used to love when we traveled near a beach, I like the sound of the waves. But now that we are re-building Caed Nua, I think I like to go to the towers and look at the place. Just be there and look at that piece of land. And my room there, I never thought it would be so nice to have one. I feel relaxed and safe surrounded by my friends there.

32. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE~

No...? No. Nah, I don’t think so, I can’t, I don’t think, I mean, it’s not like it’s happening anyways so why bother? He’s got nice eyes, that’s all, I don’t have a crush, hahahahahaha. No.

33. WHAT’S YOUR BRA CUP SIZE AND/OR HOW BIG IS YOUR WILLY?

Okay, dear, I don’t like to be harsh but asking those questions is rude, you may make people uncomfortable, like it’s the case, or furious, like it might be the case in a few minutes if you don’t stop. Next question?

34. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN?

No THIS question I like! Definitely the ocean. The beach is still on of my favourite places to go, and almot any beach is perfect to go for a swim. It was very nice to be near the coast when we traveled to Defiance Bay.

35. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE?

Of what? OH! Back at it, I see. I... like men with pretty eyes and pretty hair, I guess. Someone I can enjoy a quiet time at the library? Share some thoughts and drinks? Someone who appreciates my silence too, sometimes I rather keep to myself. He’s- should be okay with my, ehr, condition, I suppose. Next question?

36. ANY FETISHES?

I’m a priest of Berath but I’m not very fond of fetishes. Wait, what do you- Ah. No.

37. SEME OR UKE? TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE?

Again, I’m Vailian, I don’t- I’m not good with other languages really. About the rest of this weird question, I’m not answering,dear, that’s also very rude.

38. CAMPING OR INDOORS?

That’s better. I suppose I can say that technically I’ve been camping my whole life, so that’s the default for me. Although if you think a caravan can be considered “indoors” then definitely I prefer to sleep indoors. Nowadays I’m getting used to sleep at inns or my own room. I’m not complaining! Hahah!

39. ARE YOU WANTING THE QUIZ TO END?

I don’t mean to be rude, dear, but I think we’ve talked for long enough and some questiong were a bit out of place, to be honest, so I think we can part ways and go back to work. So much to do! So little time! Thanks for your time, ask for whatever you need at the exist, have a nice day!

#oc meme #Arianna #now she has a surname xD #and some backstory #sorry if it's a bit messy #sorry for the typos and crappy grammar as well xD #my PoE stuff #the watcher

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