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I feel like everyone in the community has a favorite bisexual sim.
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Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.
The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.
There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.
#i think about xion or the stolen century and need to lay down. i'm so normal about them.#tropes#narrative tropes#memory loss#tragedy#angst#the adventure zone#taz balance#the stolen century#kingdom hearts#xion#writing#musings#hall of fame
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The thematic implications of Caitlyn transitioning from solely a sharpshooter, to learning the ropes of hand-to-hand combat, and how it follows her growing distrust in Ambessa. If the weapon is a reflection of mentality, it prefigures Cait's mental expansion - away from narrow-minded thinking and acting from a distance. Instead of tackling from afar, she melds her skills in accuracy and deduction *with* close-up action. This is her power play. "Vision" is cait's strength (as opposed to "Might" and "Guile" and "Sacrifice") and Ambessa qualifies this with the phrase "tunnels in your eyes". Ironically, she trains Caitlyn and literally gives her the tools to pull away from her rifle-mindset. In teaching her how Noxus views strength, she offers her the keys to dismantle it
#dont get me started on how vi represents might and jinx represents guile#and how ALL of them know sacrifice#what does it mean that the three make up Noxus' tenets of strength. does it say something about unity?#does it prefigure the joining of zaun and piltover as nation in order to overcome a greater threat of external military occupation#and also the reconciliation btwn them as people on a personal familial level?#i need 500 hours to unpack this omg#arcane season 2#arcane#caitlyn kiramman#arcane spoilers#jp musings
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#sherlock and co#sherlock & co#podlock#comic#sherlock holmes#john watson#victor trevor#ft. archie (in like three panels lmao)#need to figure out a podlock specific tag for these guys so this doesnt clutter up the main sh tags#bc ohhh boy. I anticipate being insane abt s&co for a While#this comic def a Hot minute post-gloria scott#what is this about exactly? you ask. haha well (there's sunlight bouncing off a window and when u look back Im already gone)#listen I caught up to everything right before gloria scott and holy Shit that case knocked me on my ass#as a chronic adhd (and thus serious memory problems) haver.... (holds sherlock tenderly)#I have not listened to SOLI yet btw I will tomorrow. I wanted to finish this before catching up#Im obsessed with them. Im such an easy idiot lmao Im a sherlock holmes adaptation enthusiast before Im a human#gloria scott.... the way it muses on the limit of the genre same as the red headed league.... what about the victims?#what about the victims. what about the victims. what part of the pain does the process of investigation cure#victor's like. he's between jobs he's between boyfriends he's living with his dad whose caretaker he just became. who does he have#and sherlock holmes is about the truth but john's been about the solution so far. I just. I really like this john watson lmao#listen the way he complains and then refuses to shoot the underlings in red headed league. based. I love him#I can fix him (radicalize him against punitive justice)#(I am refraining from talking abt sherlock in the tags here bc I Will run out of tags before Im done)#(mariana is not here but I care her too!! she will be here more often in the future I swear I fuckign swear......)#(''I'm in a co-op that's sponsoring my visa. also I just witnessed two actual dead bodies like a month ago'' you mean everything to me)#screams. I got attached SO fast this show is targeting me specifically. my broke millenials suffering in london show#I have like a number of sketches too be prepared. theyre gonna show up soon. until then#have a good day lads. be there! be there.#edit: this comic is finished and assembled in full before I listened to the solitary cyclist part one. this has been an update#I have now listened to SOLI part one. I must hit john watson with a hammer
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The males who've crossdressed had certain reasons to do so - Dionysus and Achilles to hide their identity, Heracles because he was a slave - but I've not yet come across any reason given for Apollo to have done that too. Hyginus mentions that Apollo wore women's gown, but he doesn't tell us why.
Just an observation.
#Apollo#I don't think Apollo needed to be hidden as a child#if anything all his childhood stories are about him getting himself into the spotlight#so I imagine he just vibed with women's fashion a lot#I mean he is surrounded by them - his mother the muses#and apparently a connection has been made between music and effeminacy#so that could be why#mine#apollo info
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#dungeon meshi#laios touden#art#kabru of utaya#delicious in dungeon#I NEED TO PUT LAIOS IN MORE SITUATIONS!!!! (minimum wage jobs)#he just started this job. new enough so no tan from being in the FUCKING 110 DEGREE HEAT OUTSIDE RAHHHH#it's early in the morning. not sweaty yet.#a week down the line and falin is sneaking sunscreen aloe vera and topical ointments from med school and making him use them every day#he's wearing that silly little paper hat hehe#either that or the baseball brim with the big ass hair pins??#sorry. Laios has been assigned Californian in this art. I'll see Kabru as like. a college student from the east coast or w/e#I don't have the skill/energy to match my art perception at the moment. I hate cars. but have this please.#I will Try doing more environments. god backgrounds suck ass so hard :( but I want to try for The Fixation#he! needs! to! be! in! more! minimum! wage! jobs!#josie muses#my art#fuckin. I'll tag the food chain. god knows we never stop yapping about it.#in n out
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"We're married"
《 from Raye Penber @first-frost-fallen-snow because that would be the funniest route to me also sorry for like disappearing I was focusing on moving out and now my fatigue is killing me 》
Ed awoke for once not slumped over his keyboard, yet also not in the empty apartment he'd moved into when he first moved to Japan. Though he supposed technically, the apartment he was in belonged to him, as did the bed he lay in, though both truly belonged to the man laying next to him. He squinted at the clock on his nightstand, at red LED numbers so blurry, only years of practice allowed him to decipher the time without having to put his glasses on. He still had time before he had to get up, a couple of hours before he had to get to work.
A flash of gold on the nightstand drew his eyes from the clock to the ring next to his glasses. It was the only piece of jewelry he owned, and far more expensive than anything he would ever purchase for himself. There was a similar ring on the other nightstand on the opposite side of the bed that belonged to the other occupant--Raye Penber.
Ed... still didn't know what to make of his new situation, let alone the man he was now legally bound to. He didn't hate him, certainly, though whether he trusted him was yet to be decided. Their marriage hadn't been Ed's idea, nor had it been Raye's. A necessity to facilitate the Kira investigation, it had been called, and Ed had only begrudgingly agreed to it for fear of opposition somehow being used against him as evidence and landing him in prison.
Thought of their marriage left an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He'd sworn when he got his job at Encom, and finally escaped his father's control that he would never put himself in any sort relationship where there was a power imbalance and they were not equals. He wouldn't put himself in a situation where he could be abused again. And yet here he was, a foreigner, far from anyone he could call a friendly face, barely understanding the language and culture, and though their partnership was supposed to be one of equals, it didn't feel that way.
Not that he had anyone on the other side of the Pacific he could call for help if he was able, anyway. His therapist, maybe. Though he didn't trust that the call wouldn't be monitored. Or an old rival, if he was desperate.
He felt trapped. He was relying on a man he barely knew to keep him from being falsely accused of mass murder. He was at risk, not just from his partner, but from the people in charge of the investigation as well, People he felt like were treating the investigation as nothing more than a game, where both his and his partner's lives were nothing more than disposable pawns.
How strange it was, that such a tiny band of metal could hold so much meaning. To others, it would have been a symbol of joy as bright as it's polished surface, but to Ed it had just replaced the physical handcuffs that had bound him to his legal partner to with a symbolic one.
#thanks for the ask!#/* all good! moving is always stressful. Hope you get some rest!*/#/* so there are two possible routes for this one (that I see): */#/* the (rational) hallmark movie end result of handcuffed slowburn */#/* or... L straight up going 'you need to get married. For the investigation.' */#/* Going with the second one because... yeah */#/* okay BUT THOUGHT: it would be EVEN FUNNIER if it wasn't L that made them get married but LIGHT */#/* again. to facilitate the investigation (because that is absolutely something Light would do) */#/* yes that last line is a reference to our discussion about the previous thread */#/* ...And Ed immediately took a sharp left turn to Angstville of course oops */#rp#muse: ed dillinger jr#rp-061#first-frost-fallen-snow
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Morro design + a ton of notes.
#alek art#lego ninjago#ninjago#morro wu#lloyd garmadon#featured !#2024#the colors are soooo not going to stay consistent. just because i dont really work with green... ever... not the most happy with these#i need to do a ton of redraws its actually really fun... might open rqs#i know he was 15-20 when he died and its said he was a little younger than the ninja when it happened . and during s5 i see them as#18-20 so i will put him at 19 just because he gives 19 year old vibes (???)#i think i talked about the wings before. they can flap!! he does have ears !!! dont ask how it works. ninjago doesnt make sense#i say this when im the one overthinking how all their powers work and robot schematics. oops#i finished s5 .. i think we'll watch s6 tonight (queueing this on the 14th for reference) so prepare for stuff from that#art was kicking my ass and then i drew morro and all was fixed. morro my new muse ? i cant wait for day of the departed special#FUN FACT ive never seen it. and i like morro so im like itching for it dude. hes so mal core isk
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Dumbledore implies Tom Riddle was a habitual thief who stole things all the time at random just because he could or as trophies of cruel and violent acts but then he also suggests everything he is known to have stolen post orphanage was taken specifically to be turned into a Horcrux...which is not random and not habitual. Can't be both my guy.
I stg if Dumbledore ran a fandom blog he'd be that person who spins headcanons out of thin air with no basis in the text but then absolutely insists that they are canon and bashes anyone who dares to have a different interpretation or point out there's no actual support in text for what he's saying.
He really is absolutely unhinged about Riddle. Like legitimately he has such a bizarre fixation.
#I want to do a series of metas on the Riddle memories in book 6 bc boy oh boy does my interpretation differ from Dumbledore's in a lot of#instances and also a lot of what Dumbledore says about them is just so creepy and weird#Tom Riddle#Albus Dumbledore#Harry Potter#Voldemort#random musings#do i need to tag#anti albus dumbledore#?
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hohoho i am writing a remus & sirius confrontation that is ending up a little too mean and it’s verging on the edge of not fitting into FoD but by god, is it satisfying 😈😈😈
“Oh, stop pretending, Remus.” There’s a part of Sirius, not insignificant, that tells him to shut the fuck up. To bite back the words as he’d always done. They don’t expect it of him but he is perfectly capable of maintaining a civil tongue when needed. He just doesn’t want to, today. “You’ve always resented us, haven’t you?”
“Padfoot, do you even hear yourself—?” Remus’ amber eyes are bright, almost feverish, and Sirius knew that all he had to do was push.
So he did.
- brought to u by ‘i’ve been thinking about remus and i also recently read a fic that blindsided me w commentary on james’ and sirius’ social positions intimidating remus into compliance as an excuse for his cowardice and general temperament and got incredibly annoyed at how he is, yet again, victimised so i shall now endeavour to turn that idea around on its head using the ‘ol ‘u cannot help someone who does not want to be helped’ adage so help me god’
#u only need one guess to know who is mean#which i have promptly negated by adding that little snippet lol#there’s two distinct threads to this scene#i don’t think the two of them fit#so i’ll have to choose one and put the other in the graveyard doc#but honestly? even the first one has devolved into a ramble#that is now taking away from the power of its dialogue i envisioned#but james really needed some screen time from beyond the grave? so we have sirius slipping into musings ab hogwarts and his family#i rly like that tangent too tho#but there is a very specific grievance that i need sirius to air w remus#it’s not the usual how could u believe i killed them or even how did u think i betrayed james or why didn’t u check on harry#all of that shows that sirius still *cares* about remus and his opinion#i’m playing w the idea of him just. not. giving a shit. he’s more interested in forcing remus to confront some hard truths ab himself#hmmmm now that i’m thinking out loud. that makes sense#and would fit almost perfectly after the remus & harry conversation i’d put in the outline#huh#there really is something to this talking out loud method huh#truly a brainstorm#if you’ve read this far#my salute and thanks to u 🫡#pen’s writing
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i don’t know what the fuck to think or feel. heart feeling so heavy
#think i was clinging to the idea that the boys didn’t know or care about him personally and i still don’t want to think that’s the case but#if we’re being realistic they know. they have to know#and everyone in the comments preaching about how bin doesn’t know anything about p*th outside of music has to be new levels of delusional#they’re idols yeah. they’re also humans with access to the internet and we know damn well they read everything we say to them#chris is on fucking skz tiktok like. wake up#it’s like 50% the fact that it was posted in the first place that’s getting to me and 50% the ignorance and babying in the comments#i just feel like fucking shit. my anxiety hasn’t felt this bad in so long#*musings#don’t even think i’m capable of being impartial or coherent rn i just needed to get this off my chest somewhere#like it’s one thing to collab with him on a professional basis and another to post a selfie like you’re friends#wish this song didn’t exist to be so real
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"....Ashe?"
"Who's that?"
short-ish fic under the cut because I had to be in the tranches about this :)
The Wards received the invitation only an hour before they arrived.
i know where to find your friend :)
The crumpled piece of paper looked like it had been drawn in crayon. It was stapled to the front door of their home. Their civilian home.
"Aux-" Failsafe started immediately, but Imprint's hand over his mouth cut off the name before he could finish. The boy wasn't in costume.
Imprint addressed him instead, cautious. "Ashe...?" He lowered his gloved hand from Failsafe's face and stepped forward between his two teammates, slowly, like he was approaching a cornered animal.
Wraith had been a stoic, silent presence since they entered the room, but Failsafe could feel the tension rolling off of him in waves.
The boy sitting on the edge of the desk looked.... young. Younger than he should. The shirt he had been put in was too big for him. Not in the same way his dad's jacket was too big for him- he used that like a turtle shell, something to retreat into, pull over himself like a shield. It was safe, warm, all-encompassing. Despite the issues they knew Ashe and his father had with each other, the love was still there. No, these clothes... they hung loose on his already skinny frame, making him look exposed. Vulnerable. They were monochrome, pale in a way that made him look washed-out, almost ghostly. He sat with his legs crossed, hands holding his ankles. He wasn't wearing shoes. One of the sleeves threatened to slip off his shoulder.
He tilted his head as they entered the room. The movement made Failsafe think of the stray puppies he used to feed in the alley behind their house.
His hair had been washed recently.
Something was very wrong here.
Ashe's face was devoid of all emotion. Though he was looking at the three of them, making eye contact, something seemed... distant. Failsafe reached out with his power and found... nothing.
He felt his heart seize in his chest. He frantically grabbed Imprint's hand before he could take another step forward, and tore his gaze away from Ashe to lock eyes with Wraith He hissed under his breath, he didn't trust his voice not to shake "guys, hes-"
"Breaker state, yeah. I know." Wraith finally broke his silence, voice stony and cold. "Don't get any closer to him."
At the sound of Wraith's voice, Ashe's eyes locked onto him. They were burning with an orange glow.
His head bent further to one side, and his face split into a wide grin that looked almost painful. Failsafe felt Imprint tense, fingers twitching like he was getting ready to reach for a weapon. He squeezed the wrist he was already holding. "Don't. We can't. That's still Ashe."
In that brief moment of distraction, the boy on the desk began to laugh. It was a broken sound, distorted, not like anything they had heard from him before. That deep orange glow in his eyes shone even through his closed eyelids. Wraith's cape billowed as he stepped in front of the other two, barking a clipped "Incoming!" as the space behind the desk began to distort.
Wraith's own warping powers sprang up in response, a translucent blue barrier forming in the air between the wards and their friend. As they watched, unsure of how to act, a rectangular shape began to appear in the air behind where Ashe was sitting, growing clearer and sharper as it eventually formed a sort of doorway. It was hard to look at directly, the light in the room seeming to bend toward the corners. The walls and floor buldged and sank in response to the tear in reality. The door itself was more like a window- a vague, distorted cityscape slowly coming into focus on the other side. The barrier began to ripple, as if it was made of water, as a figure stepped through it into the room.
Ashe's laughing was suddenly doubled as it became clear that whoever had just entered was cackling as well. It was an eerie echo- they were taking the same pauses for breath and short hiccups between giggles. Their shoulders bounced in matching tempo and their heads tilted back toward the ceiling at the exact same time.
The new figure was dressed in a long purple-grey patchwork coat, sleeves torn off and bottom hem ripped to shreds. He wore a darker purple scarf up to his chin, which flared out behind him into a tattered cape. The coat was sinched at the waist with a faded green belt, the end of which swung loose around his legs to give the appearance of a long tail. He wore some sort of blood-red bodysuit which concealed every bit of skin that would otherwise be showing. His darkened silver hair flared out around his head in wild spikes. Over his face, a circular mask concealed any distinguishing features. The mask may have been white once, but was now more of a tarnished brown. Two horns curled upward on either side of the face, which consisted of a cudely painted-on cartoonish black smile with squinted eyes.
"Why, if it isn't the Wards of New Haven!" The figure exclaimed, suddenly dropping into a deep bow. "You can call me the Trickster. Oh, I've been waiting so long to meet you!" There was a sort of childlike excitement in his voice, but there was a strain to it as well, as if holding back the laughter was causing him mental pain.
He turned his head toward Ashe, who was sitting motionless again on the desk. The figure cleared his throat, then in a harsh voice, snapped "You'd best show some respect in the face of such powerful heroes!"
As if dragged down by force, Ashe bent forward, nearly losing his balance and falling face first off of his perch. When he sat back again, his deadpan expression broke into a wide grin again. The smile didn't reach his eyes.
"What are you doing to him?!" Failsafe snapped, voice cracking with the panic of seeing his friend so vulnerable.
"Who, me?" The villain straightened back up, bouncing on his toes as he did. He flung a hand up to his chest in an overdramatic show of offense... and Ashe's hand made the same motion. In a cheap imitation of Ashe's voice, the Trickster echoed "I wouldn't hurt a fly!" As he did, Ashe muttered the same words.
"He's some sort of Master." Imprint's eyes were locked onto the figure, tracing his every move. The subtle shift in his posture put the image of a panther in Failsafe's mind. His next words were directed at the villain. "What do you want with Ashe?"
"Better yet, what do you want with us?" Wraith added. The strain of holding up a constant shield for this long was starting to take its toll on him, hands starting to shake. Even though the Trickster wasn't outright attacking them, knowing he was a Master with this kind of power was enough to keep them all on edge. They didnt know his limitations yet. "You were the one that sent us the note, right? Why bring us here just to stand there and laugh at us?"
The villain started cackling again, bending at the waist with the sheer force of his laughter. "Ashe?!" He straightened back up, mimed wiping a tear from the corner of the eye of the mask. "Who's that? Never heard of them!" As he stood up to his full height, he ran a hand gingerly through Ashe's hair. The boy didn't move, didn't react, despite Failsafe's immediate short burst of anger at the action. The Trickster clicked his tongue, continued to run his hands through Ashe's silvery-purple hair. As his hands moved, a glow began to spread from them. The same orange glow emanating from Ashe's eyes was surrounding the Trickster's fingertips. As he waggled the fingers on his free hand, little orange strings no thicker than spider silk extended upwards from them, seeming to disappear into thin air. The strings reappeared, wound around Ashe's arms. There was a loop around his neck as well, giving the sickening illusion of a collar.
"I just wanted to introduce the three of you to my Muse." He put an odd emphasis on that final word.
It was a name.
"And, to let you know he's mine now, and you can't have him back!" The static smile on the mask somehow looked devilish. It was such a childish statement, as if they were fighting over a toy on the playground, but it sent chills down all three of the heroes' spines. "Finders keepers, he came to me first! That means I get dibs." His voice dropped an octave on that last sentence, suddenly becoming threatening and deadpan. "Try to take him from me if you can. It'll be fun."
Suddenly, he spun on his heel, facing the doorway he came from. The rippling effect was starting to get more pronounced, more unpredictable. "Ah! But it seems like playtime's over for now. We'll see you soon, Wards."
Before he stepped back through the door, the strings around Ashe's limbs tightened, and he was dragged by some nearly-invisible force toward the doorway. He moved stiffly, as if the puppetmaster hadn't gotten used to moving him yet, but eventually he was pulled through the fading doorway.
The Trickster gave them one last mock solute before ducking through as well. The lingering echo of laughter hung in the room around them.
And Ashe- Muse- was gone with him.
#“but mac why would the trickster invite the wards to his base just to gloat. isnt that stupid of him. isnt he smarter than that”#well you see. he wants to show off his new toy <3#he needs them to see EXACTLY what he holds against them. hes petty and childish and also extremely dangerous#and thats a horrible combination of things for a villain to be#also hey btw hes holding your best friend hostage! and using mind control powers on him#and keeping him in his extremely dangerous uncontrollable altered mental state pretty much constantly!#literally unable to stop feeling so gross and unwell over the comparison to dinah. ushhhghghhgshhahhahhghguhhhg#he puts ashe in a costume later. i imagine this takes place VERY soon after the overlord thing.#ashe goes missing after he kills overlord. i have a whole timeline scenario about that in my mind ros ill put that in your inbox later#aaauaghgh. hello its 1am. sorry about that#ghostiezone#digital art#new haven wards#fics#jrwi#jrwi pd#ashe winters#the trickster#nhw trickster#nhw muse
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Do you guys ever think about Iris' blushing sprite?
Do you ever think that the first time we see it. is RIGHT AFTER she hears Phoenix use her real name for the first time?
Imagine loving a man. that didn't even know your REAL NAME until five years after you "broke up." Imagine that man loving you back despite him not knowing a thing about who you really are. And you're okay with that
Because you don't really like who you are anyway.
And once the illusion shatters and fate forces the two of you apart?
None of it matters anymore. If anything it's what you deserve for thinking you could live out your lie with no consequences. It's what you deserve for daring to try to find happiness in a world that has cast you and the people you love aside time and time again.
And then. When against all odds he blindsides you by entering your life again
You hear your name escape his lips. And in that moment you realize
Maybe being seen for who you really are isn't so bad after all.
Maybe. JUST MAYBE. With time. You could learn to finally drop your facade and live in earnest. To fight for what's right the way he told you he wanted to do.
And it shows on your face. It's shown by your rose-colored cheeks and a shy smile that's impossible for you to hide. And for the first time in several years
You don't feel like you need to.
#mel's musings#feenris#iris hawthorne#iris fey#iris of hazakura temple#phoenix wright#aa#idk if this is coherent or not but i NEEDED to get this off my chest because i am So Unwell About Them#fun fact: when i saw this sprite for the first time i said out loud:#“i'm not sure if i ship this or if i'm just really gay for her?” turned out to be both whoops#iris my dearest love <33333 she's so everything i will never stop adoring her#local woman going feral over sister iris ace attorney for the 261478th time. more at 11
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“Why are people choosing to interpret an idiom literally, that’s so dumb.” guuys. there are billions of idioms to choose from and this one was picked intentionally. Multiple interpretations and implications exist simultaneously and the writers know that. It’s honestly insulting to assume they don’t.
#this is about the dirt in nails line#which I’m still thinking very hard about#my resolution for now is that it *is* meant to show that both of them aren’t in a perfect place#because even with it purely as a metaphor - the implication is that Cait *would* want to get rid of her#which is a fear that aligns with vi’s characters. everyone she loves leaves her in some way.#it’s romantic in the sense that she’s promising to cling to caitlyn#but language still isn’t direct between them#Cait calls her ‘violet’ which is the most vulnerable and intimate names can#be#while vi calls her ‘cupcake’. which is a nickname vi gives her jokingly. that plus the corny promise (also delivered in a lighthearted way)#to me proves the scene wasn’t meant to be purely romantic#vi’s still drinking also#they’re comfortable with each other but not wholly communicating. Cait also withholds information about jinx#their ambivalent relationship (still loving) is mirrored by the political situation in zaun/piltover.#small signs of progress but big elephants in the room that need to be addressed#I refuse to think I’m thinking too hard about this#arcane#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#jp musings
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We found us, we found love
Summary: What if Loki had accepted that beer?
Chapters: 1/3
Tags: AU, Loki (TV) Season 2, Spoilers, canon Divergent, pining Loki (Marvel), Loki accepted Don’s beer omg, Kevin is a little shit and i love him for it, Don is already smitten by loki at his door, Confused Loki (Marvel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Cleo Sol inspired this a lot, hurt/comfort, fluff, Romance, humour
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52976176/chapters/134013961
#ao3 writer#ao3fic#fanfic#Loki#loki x mobius#loki season 2#loki series#lokius got me really bad#musing about lokius#mobius m mobius#mobius my beloved#but lokius? omg i need them to be happy forever#lokius#fragilewrites
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just an fyi, i'm sorry i'm slow. at everything. replies, dm's, asks, etc. this is a hobby and i'm a tired 580 year old in spirit who works full time in the medical field and will be going to do more schooling for it. i follow people for a multitude of reasons but my vibe is always that i just enjoy seeing your content. i'm not going to put a time limit on when we have to interact/chat and soft block you when you can't meet that deadline. i try to interact or like posts when i can as a silent hello from afar. if you are following my blog and expect me to follow deadlines in terms of writing or even chatting, my blog is not for you. i am also not someone who has puppy dog energy to constantly be on the dash and chat and love everyone.
i am a cryptid old cat. i love from a distance. (◕‿◕) just a gentle reminder that i do this for fun, it's not a job.
#i'm only saying this to communicate since i feel like lots of people#take my silence or lack of attention giving as me losing interest in them or their muses#it's not. don't take it personally#and this is nothing about my current mutuals#it's about someone who soft blocked me but constantly complained on dash about interactions and soft blocking.....#always made me feel pressured ngl every time i saw them#and honestly when i did did try to interact or reach out i didn't feel much enthusiasm or interest back?#i try when i can#and when i can't i'm sorry. it's me not you#and honestly aiza.wa is my spirit animal#i need a sleeping bag with me constantly wherever i go ngl#and then i game sometimes#or just read or watch something or draw...#and with only a set limit of time i have in a day.... sometimes rping is not the first thing on my mind :(#* ⟢ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 ━ ( clench your asshole super tight & scream it from your heart )
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