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Hello hello~ I was scrolling my dash and came across @missjellyhead and her post on the same topic and wanted to write my own with my faves... Give their post some love! I messaged them for permission, but I'm not sure if they're active lately....
I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing again. Please accept this small drabble!
Enjoy!
NSFW warning.
Michael Myers: Michael is prone to having sex wherever he is. Why waste time going to the bedroom when he could fuck you now against the wall? Michael can hold you up effortlessly, so if your legs are getting tired, he will simply scoop up your legs and continue fucking you. If a table is nearby, Michael will bend you over it and fuck you from behind. If thereâs anything on those tables, they will be rocked off by the strength of his hips. If you are in bed, though, he is still inclined to fuck you from behind. He feels more comfortable taking his mask off and biting on your shoulders when you can��t see his face.
Jason Voorhees: Sex is a sacred thing to Jason. His beliefs are rather traditional, and as such, his preference is missionary. In the bed, in a dark room where he can be comfortable taking his mask off and lavishing you with kisses. Jason is not opposed to other positions, but his go-to will always be missionary. In his mind, doggy style is the dirtiest.
Thomas Hewitt: Thomas was raised in a traditional home. He was taught that sex was purely for making a baby, and it would be done in missionary under the blankets. Meeting you and starting a sexual relationship had changed his views on the matter, but he is still inclined to fuck you in missionary. He loves the closeness, seeing the faces you made in response to what he did to you, and of course being able to kiss you. In the early mornings before his work, Thomas liked to pull you close against him and have some slow morning sex. Spooning you allows him to keep you even closer than missionary can, and allows him to have a shameless grab at your chest. There has also been more than one occasion of you two being outside the home getting in a quickie in Thomasâs lap. Riding him is a treat to him, as he has an obligation to himself to make you feel good. Knowing you want him to feel good gets him all emotional afterwards. Expect a tight hug and tons of kisses.
Asa Emory: When Asa fucks, he fucks hard. If the bed isnât slamming into the wall, heâs not doing it right. Doggy style gives him the freedom to pound into you without your hips and thighs restricting him. His preference for anal also makes it even more appealing. Doing it from behind also gives him the freedom to slap your ass and yank your hair back to whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are. Watching your face as he fucks you is also ideal, however, so if he fucks you from the front he shoves your knees into your chest to give himself complete access to slam his hips into you. He will use rope to tie your legs where he wants them so he can leave his hands free to choke you as his cock knocks the wind out of you. We would be here all day if we brought up all his bonds and sex chairsâŚ
Jesse Cromeans: Jesse loves to see the faces you make as his cock slides in and out of you. He especially loves to make you see yourself with his mask. Spreading your legs and fucking you on your back is a safe position for him, but it is far from the only way he enjoys you. His favorite is fucking you in front of his giant mirrors. Jesse will bend you over on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind so he can pull your hair and make you watch in the mirror as his hips slam against your ass. He shamelessly enjoys being ridden and will happily prop himself up on his pillows and let you ride away. He loves to film you riding his cock, and he will definitely have you watch the tape with him later. Other days, he will have you ride in reverse to watch it in his mirrors. In the back of his car, he loves to make you ride him until the car is rocking.Â
#slasher x reader#michael myers x reader#jason voorhes x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#asa emory x reader#jesse cromeans x reader#god I can't stop obsessing over Asa and Jesse#I need to write more stuff for them#Thomas has been creeping back in lately though#hnnng big men#and my precious Jason as always#I will always have a soft spot for Jason#Michael is my og#No Sinclairs this time because I'm too obsessed with other characters atm.
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Writing Prompt #12
Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.
Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.
Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly thatâabsolute.
While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.
These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".
There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five secondsâ
"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhereâlike the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.
But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.
He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.
"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.
"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.
"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.
He doesn't look away from the man.
"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."
"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.
The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.
The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"
Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."
"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."
He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.
"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.
"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.
"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."
"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.
"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."
"Him."
"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."
"Why me?"
"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."
This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.
"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"
"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."
Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."
"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."
"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."
"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."
"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."
"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.
"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.
"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."
"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."
"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."
Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should haveâ) he has not felt its weight until this moment.
Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.
"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."
The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.
"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.
"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."
"I have more than one."
"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."
"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"
There is a pause.
"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."
"Resolve what?"
"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."
"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."
Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."
The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.
"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."
"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."
"They will have already muzzled him."
Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.
"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."
"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon ripsâ
Clack!
"sluuuuurp!"
"Master Timothy, honestly!"
"Sorry Alfred!"
#i feel like I'm going to reread this and want to add other stuff#but I also just want to post it and get it out there#fun fact i scribbled a bunch of lines down at 2am bc i didn't want to forget them#im bad at multiple drafts#my writing#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny phantom#batman#i live to make everybody dramatic#but also i subscribe to a world where clockwork doesn't know how NOT to be dramatic#lol he's a ghost from all of time he doesn't know how to speak to humans and tailor it to the century let alone the decade#and his favorite little girl who calls him clocky loves how he speaks so#he doesn't need to change for nobody#nor feels inclined to#also I feel like as god he's way more inclined to threaten to get what he wants than like...be vulnerable#jazz: let's unpack that#clockwork: we never do#jazz: are you saying that because it's true or because that's what you want to be true?#clockwork: ...#also I cannot take credit for BITCH I MIGHTWING#wish i could#that is cash money right there#shoutout to 11thsense
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My comic is so pretty...
The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!
#almost done with my 8th episode... which will give me. two weeks. of buffer...#id really like at LEAST a month... but to be more comfortable id like two#which means 2-6 more episodes before I come back!#I've got about 7 weeks so its possible. but i do still have to finish book 4#so much to do ..........#I decided for my next comic im doing 3 updates a month.#having 10 days instead of 7 to make an episode is such a huge huge huge difference...#difference in quality and in my health!#anyways the comic is really pretty im really happy with the work im doing rn#the environments especially. im getting to spend a nice amount of time on them and theyre turning out so nicely#its nice to be able to write with a lot of different environments and not have to redo panels when I get to them cause of time#cause every time theres a wild angle? you need a new background...#so sometimes. often actually. there just isnt the time to make the backgrounds for those and i have to make them more flat...#which is fine. it doesnt really affect anything narratively. but. idk. it's kinda sad right?#anyways yeah! 10 days will be much better.#36 episodes a year is about what ive been uploading with my hiatuses on the weekly schedule anyways!#so might as well cut out that super stressful middleman and just commit to that#52 a year is just such a huge difference and i have to accept its not possible to me#i will hurt myself trying to do that. and i want to make comics my whole life!#so i cant push myself that hard now and sacrifice my future. we're gonna go slower after this...#anyways yeah cant wait to come back but also time. if I could get an extra week like a secret one just for me#where theres no chores no nothin just me and my work#thatd be great! so go ahead and do what you gotta do to give me a little pocket dimension#me: ugh i want to return right now...#the more logical me: NO we need the time to finish everything!!!!!! NOT right now!!!!#time and time again#ttawebcomic#comic panels#hiatus stuff#adam and steve
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I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol
#wax seal#crafts#wax stamp#stationery#Window one is kind of stinky.. I was imagining like a swirly night sky sort of looking thing so it would be a surreal contrast of a night#sky with a window in the middle that shows a daytime sky - but the silver and purple wax kind of mixed too much together#with the black and it just looks very plain black and not all that starry or anything hjbhj.. Of course the eye is probably my favorite#since all I ever do is draw eyes and still like eye imagery for some reason. The four leaf clover is very lumpy and skrunkty but also it wa#the smallest in size out of all of them so was easier to do multiple stamps of just to try it out.#The heart with eyes wax is actually more swirly in person. I wanted it to be a mix of light pink and red and white. and the wax#did kind of all blend together but in person you can definitely see MORE of the intentional swirlyness. in this it just looks plain pink.#I was going to do one eye in the heart but it looked weird. but now two seems too plain. i could have done 3?? in a pattern.. hmm#alas. I wish I could make actual metal ones. With the clay i have to paint them in a thin layer of olive oil before stamping because#otherwise the wax just kind of gets stuck in the grooves of the clay and then you can't pull it up. Very wacky ''unprofessional'' looking#set up where I'm hot gluing circles of sculpey clay to short stumps of a wooden dowel that I sawed apart with a serrated bread knife#and then using an old paintbrush to put olive oil on them whilst holding a spoon over a yankee candle flame hjbjh#ANYWAY.. I think if I were middle class/rich/etc. this would be one of the main things in my crafting room is like.. SO many colors#of wax. and all different custom made stamps designed by me. which could be much more elaborate in actual metal.. muahaha.... >:)c#RHGghhh... I actually don't want to talk much about it since (this is probably just my Obsessed With My Own World Artist Delusions) I#think I have a really cool idea for a game that could genuinely be successful if i ever get to make it and I don't want to give#everything away and spoil the whole plot/concept in hopes that one day I can actually do it - BUT - a game that I'd like to make after the#visual novel I'm making now has partially to do with the main character working as a sort of writer/scribe/artist assistant in an elven#city (set in my world/with my worldbuilding species and versions of elves and etc) and I was thinking of maybe incorporating#somehow being able to collect little writing type items like these like.. you can get different wax seal patterns or pens or etc. when I do#stuff like this in Real Life it always makes me think of that like.. ouh... this is good research.. what it shall be like to be a littol#elf collecting wax seals and such.. indeed... GRR i need to be finished with my current game NOWWW... i MUST work on other#thingss... aughh... ANYWAY.. yay. accomplishment to do One Single Thing other than Sit In The Summer Heat And Rot#though also hilarious as this was the first cool-ish day that was below 80F in a while hgvh#waking up like 'wow.. i actually feel okay today?? like I could do things?? how mysterious.. I wonder why..?? :0'' Its The Weather You Fool#Tis Always The Weather
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[ID: A digital sketchpage of Colin Becher from The Magnus Protocol on a gray background. He is a thin white man with a receding hairline and a blonde mullet that is very long in the back, tied into a low ponytail. He also has a mustache, patchy facial hair, body hair, and blue eyes. In four out of five sketches, Colin is wearing silver stud earrings, rectangular glasses with yellow lenses, a yellow t-shirt under a light blue button down, a light brown zip-up hoodie, blue jeans with brown knee patches, blue and white striped socks, brown sneakers, and bracelets including a braided one with pink and burgundy threads. On the right, there's a shoulder-up sketch of Colin with his body facing to the side while he turns his head to the viewer, looking angry. Below that is a far less detailed doodle of him on all fours like some kind of creature. On the far left is a shoulders-up sketch of him leaning against his hand looking tired with one eyebrow raised. Below that is a drawing of him facing away from the viewer on all fours looking under something with a little dark smudge above him denoting annoyance. In the middle is a full-body drawing of him posed as though sitting with one leg bent as he holds a game controller. He is wearing his glasses and earrings, as well as a white crop top that says "slut.exe" in blue text, yellow underwear, and blue and white thigh-high socks. He looks focused but also relatively relaxed. end ID]
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normal about that IT manager
and yes whenever i draw him with striped socks i need you all to know that they're the programmer socks. alice gave them to him mostly as a joke but he actually loves them and that's one reason they're buds in my mind
#fg's art#the magnus protocol#tmagp#colin becher#cursing#i need to make like. a reference page for him#for all of them honestly#mostly because i just wanna draw them all more in more detail. figure out their shapes and angles and little details#less for actual reference and more like the visual equivalent of those posts talking about little things to develop an oc#but its all stuff that most likely would never come up in a piece of writing about the character#like do i really need a detailed reference of all of colin's hand callouses? probably not but it's fun to do anyway
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whoever edited that bsd official art to make it look like chuuya is holding onto dazaiâs arm will be put on trial for irrevocably changing my brain chemistry and making me so much worse
the original and the edit in question. this artwork really makes me crave a mid to late 19th century historical au where Chuuya is a swordsman struggling with changes to his job due to the meiji restoration and with Dazai as a detective/private investigator who hires Chuuya as his bodyguard when a seemingly harmless investigation turns dangerous. they kind of hate each other (as per usual) but Chuuya needs the job and Dazai, while he proclaims to dislike chuuya, is also very smitten with chuuyaâs fighting style and temper (as per usual).
#also the person who edited that bsd dead apple official art to make it look like they are holding hands will be put in jail without a trial#the red ribbon tangled around their intertwined hands đľâđŤ#<- does that person know the impact and damage that edit did to society?#oh yeah btw Iâm not sure if the clothes fit mid - late 19th century but those decades make for a cool setting#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#bsd fanart#soukoku#skk#bsd dazai#chuuya nakahara#osamu dazai#bsd chuuya#my art#bsd#I need more skk historical aus :( if I had the time and a solid story idea (more than just the vibes) I would write this#although I feel like I wouldnât be able to do that setting justice with my current knowledge about mid to late 19th century japan#I finished this one a month ago and just didnât post it because there was stuff that I wasnât happy with (finally managed to fix them lol)
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And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....
Oh yes he would!
One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014
GRRM: And the character Iâd want to be? Well who wouldnât want to be Jon Snow â the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017
In fact he already has âşď¸
#asoiaf#jon snow#yes grrm has criticized neo-tolkein fantasy - a lot!#but like....dpmo#I need so many people in this godforsaken fandom to familiarize themselves with grrm's engagement with the genre#he isn't trying to say âchosen one boy protagonist badâ where tf did people get that???#he's directly trying to challenge the more unsatisfactory elements of lesser copies of tolkien's legendarium#the ones that lift lotr wholesale without actually understanding what makes tolkien's writing snap#at the same time he has admitted himself that he has borrowed from lotr albeit with his own twists#but people in this fandom need to know that ye old man LOVES sword-and-sorcery fantasy#he LOVES a good epic#he LOVES pulp fantasy and sci fi#and those inspirations are directly reflected in asoiaf#the way he's named arthuriana/lotr/MST and many pulp stories with brooding dark heroes as key inspirations#almost all of which have mcs who fall into the typical fantasy hero role#and they inspire elements that are reflected back onto jon more than anyone else in asoiaf#like seoman snowlock = jon (+bran)#frodo - who btw is the mc in lotr not aragorn!! = jon (and bran)#FUCKING KING ARTHUR IS JON SO MUCH SO THAT RLJ IS LITERALLY A 1:1 COPY OF ARTHUR'S BIRTH STORY LIKE??!!!!#anyone who's even a little bit familiar with le morte d'arthur will be like oh yeah jon is literally king arthur like đđ#same with anyone who's ready the once and future king - which grrm has directly identified as his fav take on arthurian lit#ntm that jon is based on some of the most prolific characters in arthuriana - percival/galahad/lancelot etc#did you know that there's an iconic sci-fi series whose main character is called Eric JOHN STARK?#well grrm has directly quoted that series and the mc as a foundational book in his life#funny that huh? đ#do people even know what tf they're talking about when they say stuff like this???? ajdhhjshsbvshja#grrm engages very heavily with traditional fantasy tropes but he of course provides his own spin on them#never has he said that he's trying to avoid stories with hidden princes or chosen ones as boy protagonists#like someone find me a direct quote of him saying that - but I bet you can't smh
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daydreaming about a radiostatic safeword fail fic
#personal#my writing#god i LOVE safeword fails I need to write more#it's a shame the radiostatic tag only has two and one of them is mine lkxuhjfg#GONNA ADD TO IT EVENTUALLY#when I have time#eta: HURT/COMFORT FLAVOR OBVIOUSLY I DON'T DO HARD ANGST WITH THIS STUFF
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you mentioned the arrows stealing tim from the bats and i just had the hilarious idea of that + jaytim
poor oliver would lose his mind bc he goes and saves tim from the bats and then tim brings one of them home
put it back tim you don't know where that's been
i'm CRYING this is so funny. it's even funnier given what Jason did to Mia. like of all the morally questionable mob bosses Tim could've dragged home, he had to pick *that one*? Oliver is trying to be supportive of Tim and give Tim more agency than Bruce gave him, bc Oliver worked *hard* to steal this one and he's not going to lose all of the progress he made. and it does seem like Tim's doing *somewhat* of a decent job of making Jason less murdery. and Jason agrees to the rule he'll keep out of the Star City scene, but Gotham's still his fair game. and honestly, that makes Oliver like him just a *little bit* because if he's going to make Bruce's life more difficult, maybe Jason is alright.
it also does *not* help that when Oliver goes to Roy for support bc Roy agrees that Jason is untrustworthy as hell. but Roy is *also* the guy who had a daughter with Chesire, so the best he can do is give Oliver a shrug.
also think it's fun if Tim is sort of tense, expecting Oliver to put his foot down and tell Tim no. like he's not used to a vigilante parental figure who's actually good at the parent part, so it's weird having this level of freedom, esp when he knows Oliver does disapprove. but Oliver lets Tim figure out hs own love life and make his own mistakes, even if he's ranting to Dinah about Jason until two in the morning. it doesn't help that Jason makes no move to try to get along with Oliver. he's just a shit to be a shit. at this point Tim is pretty sure Jason enjoys driving Oliver up a wall more than he enjoys dating Tim. who's to say if it's true.
#necrotic answerings#jaytim#crack#this verges on ooc#but sometimes we deserve silly lil ooc things#and this is just so funny anon#oliver losing his mind bc why can't his kids be normal.#he says that in passing and tim bluescreens bc wdym he's considered one of oliver's kids.#he did not mean to stay longterm.#i think it's fun if bc of issues with bruce tim stays with the arrows âjust for a bitâ partly to help with a case#and partly bc oliver offers the space for tim to clear his head#and oliver has the obvious ulterior motive of just stealing tim. and it works.#tim insists he's going to leave. he is a liar.#i really want a tim and mia friendship. i think they'd be fun.#and she'd rib him for dating jason. more lgihthearted than oliver but she gets her jabs in#i need to read more arrow comics to write stuff with them#i feel *bad* bc i know fans of other super families hate when batfamily fans invade the tags#so i feel i owe it to be as canon accurate as possible.#i do not view these characters as props for the bats i swear </3
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granby + iskierka + keynes
#em draws stuff#em is posting about temeraire#temeraire#iskierka#john granby#doctor keynes#<- I do not know if keynes ever gets a first name so This Shall Do for tagging purposes for the present moment#speaking of which. my logic here is that granby is always getting whopped upside the head and stabbed and shot and dropped from high places#and therefore I think he should maybe cultivate his relationship with his crew's surgeon. because he is going to Need to.#keynes now. My Friend Keynes. I reallyreally would like to know More About Him and how exactly someone ends up as an aerial corps SURGEON#what is UP with this man I would like to KNOW about him#I would like to write fic even maybe. Hello Sir. Your Backstory?#designwise he ended up looking like patrick gallagher who you may be aware of for his role as awkward davies masterandcommander#which was not entirely intentional but I did end up leaning into it as I went on with the drawing.#he looks a lot like many people's version of tharkay here... I should make an effort for distinguishing them by drawing More Tharkays.#either way. keynes and gong su my favorite tem characters I don't really see anyone drawing. my underappreciated blorbos...#(this is maybe because I'm only on book 3 but) keynes is certainly on page a deal more than certain fellows I could name#anyWay. we are slowly creeping up to drawing BigLarge Iskierka but not all the way there yet. Stay Tuned.
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(Original art) Xaror, any pronouns, species (?), age (?)
short summary about them; they act as both an antagonist and an ally since they are only really interested in what they want or whats fun to them, they are immortal and call themselves 'death itself' since they have a special connection to souls (being the only one able to communicate with them) and the ability to seperate souls from their bodies in such a way that nothing can harm the soul afterwards their main goal is to .. bother and disturb the 'celestials'*, which they hate, as much as they can, breaking into their palace, freeing prisoners, destroying research, destroying the place, and most importantly, making as many souls unusable to them as possible-
they dont want to destroy the celestials though, they cant fight them anyway and this game of doing 'good' only with the goal of annoying them is their most treasured activity, so Xaror doesnt intend to stop them from killing or hurting anyone, only from harvesting what they are actually after (though Xaror doesnt actually care as little as they think they do about people, and has a soft spot for demons)
most of their appearance is later into the story; Zaphira (the empress) had been in coma and the medical facility she was treated in was destroyed by Shargon (orange eyed demon who acts as her bodyguard for the first part) in an attempt to save her from her estranged relatives taking over her country after they heard of her decline in health, she is believed dead but washes up on the shore of the mountain Xaror resides at years later (it has a reason, too much to write here) and they slowly nurse her back to health, the reason they give for it is that they found their first encounter very fun, thats all (is it?)
(more lore under the cut bc this is already so long .. im trying to keep it short q-q ......... this is stuff i have been working on since i was a kid so uh, some things might be cheesy but i cant change them anymore ..)
just to get some basics out of the way; theres three worlds, the celestials palace, human world and demon world, each are their own planet connected via different gateways
*celestials (possibly not final name, loosely based on angels) are the last remaining "survivors" of their planets demise, when their world died the most powerful among them cannibalized the weaker to sustain themselves until there were only less than 10 left, who each turned into different beings from it and dont resemble their own people much anymore, they built a palace from what was left on their world that protects them from space as its atmosphere collapsed shortly after- however they still needed something to live off; they discover the human world and are delighted to find rather short lived people with powerful souls, the best kind of sustenance for them (now), they aim to herd them like cattle, but a problem arose when it turned out another world has long been in contact with the human world; demons
demons are semi immortal creatures that act as protectors for their world, protection they extended, more or less secretely, to the human world ensuring them a long and secure life- the celestials need them to die at their whim though (demons are few in numbers, hard to kill and rarely have offspring, not an ideal target); as they worked out a plan on how to get rid of demons one of the celestials, Xanthriel (time) grew somewhat fond of people as they spent alot of time in the human world to observe and research them; in the end turning on their own completely, but losing the fight against Uriel (knowledge)
Xanthriel was supposed to be executed for their betrayal, but it doesnt work, instead they are splintered into many parts after a lot of struggle, most body, memory and most strength is one part (ending up as motionless forever bleeding corpse kept locked up in the palace), the rest is some time later gathered together and reforms as a seperate, weak mockery of them, they embody Xanthriels emotion- Xaror, without memory, strangely cut to pieces (hence all the missing limbs and broken halo) but driven by an unstoppable desire to disturb the celestials (they live seperate long enough to each become their own person, at some point Xaror discovers Xanthriels body after all and they merge back together, though as they are now two, Xanthriel only takes over once directly after merging, stays silent for a long time and lets Xaror be themselves, only later revealing that they are there at all .. hiding perhaps- i rarely have specific ideas for voices, but Xanthriels is like, like coarse rocks being violently rubbed against each other, less voice more noise)
(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group
(also, the celestials use Xanthriels blood from the day of their execution to create a plague that nearly wipes out all demons, only the youngest of them survived, effectively robbing them of everything, culture, history, knowledge etc- as demons rarely have children, like a complete restart of their society, they disappeared from the human world, and over time being largely forgotten as actually existing- the celestials wanted them all gone however, so they kept kidnapping them to try and find somethign that would work similarly against the young ones too (and then in general, bc the only usable blood of Xanthriel was from the day of their fall, and that has long since been used up) one of the young ones was Shargon, he was the only one still alive from his group (he wasnt the strongest or special, he was jsut the last in the row and always got the lowest dosage) when Xaror found them in yet another break in into the palace and got him back to the demon world .. where he was promptly blamed for the others that were taken and treated like a pretender/fake/spy bc what he got put through changed his eye color (something that demons cannot change in any form) to one that does not exist among 'real' demons (orange ... notice the inner color of Xarors broken halo? :) ), some even suggesting killing him, but none of them were brave enough to do it (they were all kids still) .. except Eadrya (the big blue-ish one, largely regarded as the strongest demon alive) but Shargon managed to escape, and since then lived largely in isolation- this is part of why he is so hated, and why he starts to spend so much time in the human world after rediscovering the pathway there)
#ganondoodles#art#original art#oc#oc lore#i guess??????????#jesus this got so long#even though i tried to leave out as much as i can#god it sounds so meh when writing it out like this#but i swear it all fits together ......... at least a little bit better than it seems to be here#i have had most of this lore for years and years#im only now connecting everything and writing it to makes sense all together#ngl i almost dont want to clikc post#i dont know if i ever wrote this much oc stuff publicly#its like .......... my thinking lifes project#its also 1:30 am and i need to get up early for a dentist appointment hahaaaaaaa#long post#again .........................................#pls excuse any typos i am actively falling asleep as im typing#i havent even gotten into much of the demon lore#the entire element system and lords and king and and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah#just a few days ago i had the idea to make Eadrya actually having been fond of Shargon when they were young#only for him to reappear weird and changed- like an impostor there to end them all at some point#would give it even more reason why Eadrya hates Shargon so much hmmm#i want to thank the three people who will read this rambly wall of text#idk why i even put it on this wonky doodle .... but anyway- written is written
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this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.
it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?
it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.
as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.
on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.
and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.
and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.
as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.
#spilled ink#writeblr#:) lol . anybody notice how i write about dads in second person exclusively#me: haha silly cartoon#also me: ): this child is not getting what they need#also btw this is about a father but it might apply to any parent or caregiver#there's a really weird space of like#''this person was technically around me but either ignored me or was actively harmful to me''#and like u learn this very strange ritual of like... this person is my parent/caregiver on a technicality#that you almost spend all ur time with them like... tiptoeing and acting as THEIR parent so u don't upset them.#like you're 17 and ur mom is suddenly hit by a wave of wanting to talk to you so she's like :) lets make breakfast together :) and ur like#uhhhhhh okay?? bc you feel like this is absolutely going to go wrong and is why u usually make breakfast alone#and she starts being like: THIS is called a TEASPOON ... & u know all this stuff but you also know to just be very quiet#bc if you say like ''mom ive been making this breakfast every day since i was 13'' she would FREAK OUT and be like#DONT ACT LIKE I NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR YOU DONT ACT LIKE I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU. FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL .#so u have to smile like ur a preschool teacher and be like. OH COOL! i didn't know A CUP existed! tell me MORE! :)
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If I may request a Rise fic!! Iâm a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leoâs been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please donât feel rushed and make sure youâre taking care of yourself ^_^
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âI canât believe youâre doing this to me again.â Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly.Â
âWell maybe if you werenât so fucking reckless I wouldnât need to.â Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.
âIâm not a baby, Don. I donât need to be supervised like Iâm some bomb triggered to explode.â The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.
If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile.Â
The softshell groaned eternally at his little brotherâs action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the otherâs hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground.Â
Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.
But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, âIf youâre going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting whatâs going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.âÂ
âYou can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isnât going to fly away.â The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, âWhat I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?âÂ
Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, âI do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?âÂ
The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brotherâŚ
âŚNo matter how much he deserved it.
âIâm not planning on screaming at youâ that wonât help anyone or anything.â The purple banded turtle explained calmlyâŚbut you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence.Â
âBut you want to.â The red eared slider pressed on.Â
âLeoâŚplease. I donât want to argue right now.âÂ
âWeâre not arguing. Weâre just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?â The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother.Â
When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.
It always worked with RaphâŚwhich the red eared slider didnât know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through itâŚ
âŚAnd Leonardo despised it.Â
âNardoâŚyou know what Iâm referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.â The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.
âI sadly do not know what your referring to.â The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, âCare to enlighten me, Tello?âÂ
Donnieâs expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brotherâs absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subjectâŚbut the softshell turtle was not budging.
His twin would have to try way harder than that.
âIâd love to.â The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leoâs closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brotherâs sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldnât reach for it.Â
The red eared sliderâs cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doingâŚ
âŚHe physically could not leave from this conversationâŚliterally.
Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the otherâs serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return.Â
âWhat you did during todayâs mission was completley reckless and idiotic, LeonardoâŚand you know it.â The second oldest said, âI had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!â Donatello seethed.Â
âWeâve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!â The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.
âIâm not done.â The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.
The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brotherâs genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy.Â
His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at allâŚ
âJustâŚstop putting yourself in the middle of danger like youâre just expecting the rest of us to just watch. Weâre your familyâŚand most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.âÂ
âWell ihisnât that hypocritic!â Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, âHypâŚuhâŚhypocrotic? HypâŚHypocraticâŚ?âÂ
âHypocritical?â The older deadpanned.
âYES! THAT WORD!â Leo said, âWhen we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at MikeyâŚwhat did you do?â
Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, ââŚI went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.â
âExactly.â The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, âAnd how is that any different from what I did, hm?â
âBECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!â Donatello shouted, âI planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the groundâŚâ The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth.Â
The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, âBut I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.â
ââŚI saved you, didnât IâŚ?â The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatelloâs blood to absolutley boil.Â
âThatâs not the point!!!â The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.
âThen what is?!â Leo said desperately, âBecause from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.âÂ
Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, âIâve been trying to be a better leaderââ
âLeoââ
ââFor you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do thereâs always something Iâm doing WRONG!!!â The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.
WhichâŚit did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actuallyâŚ
âI saved you! I-I didnât even get hurt by doing it but somehow thereâs an issueâŚâ The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, âThere always isâŚâ
âLeonardo can you please just listen to me?â The older twin said in irritation.Â
âBut Don Iâmââ
âNo, Leo! Just listen! Thatâs all you need to do!â Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, âI donât want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you donât have a plan!â The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.
âOho so now you donât trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?â Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.
âIâŚâ The young scientistâs eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, âTHIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!â The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, âThis is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.â
Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.
He just wanted to help and be the leader his brotherâs deservedâŚ
But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?
"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!â The elder cried, âWhat wouldâve happened if Raph didnât come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!â
Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, âI-Iâm sorry, Donnieââ
âOr would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so youâd have no weapon to defend yourself.âÂ
âYou don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurtâŚI freaking loathe it.â Donnie rested the back of his head on Leoâs door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.
JeezâŚwhen the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch nowâŚ
And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!
The older twinâs expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, âI care about youâŚso fucking much, okayâŚ?â The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, âYour my twinâŚmy little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurtâŚphysically or emotionallyâŚso please justâŚâ
The young scientistâs eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be followingâŚat all.Â
Leoâs eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape.Â
The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Fucking shit.Â
Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!
Even though you knew he canât fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when heâs worriedâŚ
But no! You yelled at him anyway.
Wonderful job, DonatelloâŚwonderful. job.Â
The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brotherâs wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brotherâs shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.
âNardoâŚâ The softshell started, squeezing the otherâs hands gently, ââŚAre you with me, budâŚ?â
Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back.Â
âGodâŚNardo Iâm so sorryâŚâ The older muttered, âI donâtâŚI donât know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-Iâm sorry I yelled. I shouldnât of yelledâŚI-I justâŚâ Donatello sighed, squeezing his brotherâs hands once again. âIâm not angry with you. IâŚI was just frustrated.â
âWell, noâŚlet me rephrase: I am angry with youâ livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-sevenâŚâ
The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brotherâs fingers as he spoke, ââŚWhy seventy-seven?â
âAlbert Einstein died when he was seventy-sixâŚI can and will outlive him.â The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, âBut back to what I was initially sayingâŚI know you meant well. You saw that I was in troubleâŚand you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You donât think of what happens to youâŚyou just do it because youâll know if you do weâll be alrightâŚâ
âI-I justâŚI just wanted to protect youâŚI-I just wanted to helpâŚâ Leo tried to explain.
âI know. I know, LeeâŚâ Donatello sighed, rubbing the sliderâs knuckles gently with his thumb, âBut you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.â The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twinâs foreheadâs touched.Â
âYouâre getting hurtâ or at the very least almost getting hurt. Weâre feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shitâŚbut you can lead well without doing thatâŚokay?âÂ
Leo fiddled with the otherâs fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, âIâllâŚtry to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in troubleâŚI justâŚreact. I donât really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. ButâŚIâll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too recklessâŚyou can just tell meâŚdeal?â
âDeal.â Donnie nodded, squeezing Leoâs hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twinâs eyes with his hoodie sleeve, âNow please stop crying or youâre going to make me start crying.âÂ
Leo snorted, examining the otherâs now tearing up expression, âI think itâs a bit too late for thatâŚâÂ
âGAH! FUHUCK!â Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.
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âLeoâŚdonât you think youâre getting a bit too big for thisâŚ?â Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the olderâs shoulder. âNoooope.â Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', â'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.â
ââŚI said I was sorryâŚI didnât mean to shout at you like that. I was just concernedâŚâÂ
âI know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.â The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didnât mind the other being so clingy.Â
If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo wouldâve been pushed to the floor by now.Â
The two twins shared a comfortable silenceâŚwellâŚa semi-comfortable silence.
The purple banded teen feltâŚoff. His younger brother had thisâŚlook in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.
Which was so damn dumb Donatello didnât even know how to explain it.
ââŚThereâs something else on your mind.â The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. âUhmâŚno there isnât. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.â Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously.Â
Very convincing LeoâŚvery convincing.
âDonât even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You canât argue against that kind of logic.â The scientist said matter-of-factly.Â
âWhat are you, Spiderman?â The younger snorted.Â
âWe shall never know.â The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, âNow stop deflecting. Spill.âÂ
ââŚCan youâŚadjust my elbow bracesâŚ?â The red eared slider muttered.
ââŚWhy canât you do it?â The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious.Â
âI like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?â The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, âPleeeeeease?â
âUgh, Jesusâ fine. But drop the poutâŚyou look ridiculous.â The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brotherâs arm as he readjusted the braces.Â
The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the otherâs left arm brace, tracing his twinâs elbow to make sure it was healing correctlyâ which the slider couldnât help but wriggle slightly to.
As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, ââŚWhy are you squirming around so much?â Donatello asked in confusion.Â
ââŚNo reason.â Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm.Â
âYohou okayâŚ?â The glasses wielding mutant giggled. Â
âI-Iâm fihine!â The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. âEEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!â The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientistâs neck which the older turtle couldnât help but let his heart melt to.
âOh.â Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, âSorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you areâŚâ
âSnrt I-Ihihiâm nahat ticklish. I juhust donât wahant your hand thehereâŚâÂ
And isnât that quaint.Â
If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasnât ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.
ââŚRight. SoâŚyou wouldnât mind me doing this then?â The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twinâs ribs. âEEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!â The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brotherâs plastron to try and escape while he still could.
The elder laughed fondly at his little brotherâs futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, âNahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or youâre gohoing to fahall off of the bed!
âN-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!â The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the otherâs plastron, his eyeâs widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.
Eugh boyâŚ
Donnie grinned, sitting on the otherâs thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the sliderâs side, âThatâs better~!â
âWAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!â The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.
If he was going to go downâŚhe would at least go down fighting.Â
âI havenât even touched you yet, you goofâŚâ The older twin chuckled.Â
âB-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!âÂ
â'Gonna' what, exactly?â
âTihiHICKLE ME!!âÂ
âTickle you? Well, why didnât you just say so in the first place?â Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crookâs of the youngerâs neck.Â
The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, âGAHahaâ snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!âÂ
âWhatâs wrong, Leo? I thought you said you werenât ticklish~?â The older teased.
âSnrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHIâM naHAT!â The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his handâs free from the otherâs grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brotherâs stomach.Â
The lime green eyed teenâs eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brotherâs grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge.Â
Leoâs laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brotherâs hand went sloooooowly to his stomach.Â
âN-NOHO NONONONO DAHAâ snrt DOHON!!â The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldnât help but giggle to.Â
The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the sliderâs plastron, making the younger turtleâs laugh raise almost a thousand octaves.Â
âDOHONâT snrt DOHONâT DOHOHONâT snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!â Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.
The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brotherâs embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the youngerâs stomach while he wasnât looking.Â
Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, âHAHAHAHELP!! IHIâM SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!âÂ
âIâm quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.â The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, âAnd here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! Youâre making up a whole dance routine right now!â He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement.Â
âS-Shuhuhut snrt upâŚâ The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother.Â
Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientistâs brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, âHmâŚyou know, Leeââ
âDohont call snrt me thahat!â Leo giggly interupted.Â
âUh-huh. Well, LeeâŚdid you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?â The scientist said.Â
The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, âSoho?âÂ
âSoooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. Iâd be forever in your debt if you couldââ
âNO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!â Leo squealed, reaching for his brotherâs wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.
SighâŚLeonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.
The glasses wielding teen wasnât just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the sliderâs underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down.Â
âNAHAH AHAHAHAâ snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHAâ snrt OHOHOUT!!â Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed.Â
âWhat~?â Donnie hummed inocently.Â
âGEHEHET AHAâ snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!â
âAweâŚwhy~?â
âBEEHEECAUSE IHITâS SOHO BAHAHAD!!!âÂ
âAnd?â Donnie chuckled, âThat sounds like a you problem, little brother.âÂ
âAHHHAHAâ snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!â
âPardonâŚwhat was that?â Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leoâs hip met his thigh. âN-NONOâ snrt NAHAHAH!! I CANâTâ snrt PLEHEHEASE IâM snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!âÂ
âNahâŚI think Iâll just stay riiiiight here for a bitâŚâ The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.
The younger weakly hit his big brotherâs arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut.Â
ââŚAnd you know what, Lee~?âÂ
âWHAHAHAT NOW?!âÂ
âIâm feelingâŚkind of famished.â The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Jokerâs as he saw his younger brotherâs face pale.Â
Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brotherâs arms as he giggly protested, âPLAHAâ snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHONâT!!âÂ
Donnie pinched his brotherâs thighs unforgivingly, âYou should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.â
âWHAHAâ snrt WHAHAHAâ snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!â The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress.Â
It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brotherâs adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leoâs hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the otherâs plastron, âYou donât even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?âÂ
The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brotherâs shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise.Â
The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his youngerâs stomach, making sure to move the otherâs hands away any time he tried to push at the young geniusâ head.Â
Donnie didnât feel like getting brain damage after all.
Plus, he had his signature glasses á´
á´É´á´á´á´ĘĘá´ á´á´ on! And those were trademarkedâŚas you can wonderfully see.Â
âGodâŚcan you get more ticklish?â Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared sliderâs knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leoâs stomach.Â
âDEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAHâ SNRT DAHAâ SNRT DAHUNNO!!â The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twinâs shoulder.
Donnie couldnât help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly.Â
The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.
âJeezâŚI think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?â The light golden eyed mutant snickered.
âPLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHIâM GOHâ SNRT GOHOHAâ AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!â The smaller teen pleaded.
âDo you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?â The older hummed.Â
âYEHEHES!!â The younger cried loudly.
âDo you promise to go easier on yourself?âÂ
âYAHAâ SNRT YAHAâ SNRT YEHEHES!!!â
âDo you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love youââ
âMY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!â Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face.Â
The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly.Â
âY-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheeeâŚâ The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.
âAnd whereâs the fun in that?â Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the youngerâs shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture.Â
âAhand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!â The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twinâs forehead cheekily.Â
âYou tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.â The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.
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#Rottmnt tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Lee!Leo#Ler!Donnie#WHOOOOOO BOYYYYYYâŚ#Iâm sorry but Iâm not sorry đŤśđž#Angst is like my second child đśđžđđđđđ#But I feel like I need to explain some stuff bc this fandom is probably holding me at gunpoint rn đ
đŤ#The reason why I feel like Leo and Raph had so many disagreements when Leon became leader is bc Leo canât handle yelling#LIKE AT ALLâ he just sees it as whomever is yelling means their mad#So if Raphie boy was like: âI CARE ABOUT YOU AND LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DUMB ASS BITCH WHY CANâT YOU JUST BE CAREFULâď¸â#Leo would hear it as: âI HATE YOU SO MUCH RN WHY CANâT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHTâď¸â#This fandom has been sleeping on AuDHD Leo for Y E A R S and I shall not be silent anymore its SOOOOOOO OBVIOUS đâźď¸#I could not remember the word âhypocriticalâ for the LIFE of meâŚwhen I searched it up I probs wrote âhippopotamusâ#Leon is trying PLEAAAASE catch him a break đđžđđžđđž#Older twin Donnie is canon idgaf I was in the writers room TRUST đđžđđđđ#Big bro senses đ¤đž Twin senses#Donnie is fucking UNSTOPPABLE đ¤đžâŚbud does need to learn how to control is volume when upset tho eheheheh#He genuinely doesnât know when heâs gradually getting louder or more upsetâŚthatâs why he was so panicked when Leo had his lil meltdown LOL#Raphie just expresses his worry with yellingâŚex: âAND NOT EAT POSIONâźď¸âźď¸âźď¸â#Oh yeah this takes place a couple months after the InvasionâŚso everyone is like healed and everything but yk theyâre still traumatized obvs#đđđž#Leoâs lil tactic on dropping convoâs is a HC I have so donât quote me on it đđž#GDGDGSHSN I ALSO NEED PPL TO DRAW DON WEARING HIS GLASSES MORE OFTEN HEâS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE đđđđđđđđŠˇ#But tysm Nonnie!!! This was a TON of fun to write!#Make sure your taking care of yourself and drinking waterâ or at least get a snack đĽ°#But after the mission Raph was SEETHINGâŚand usually Don tries to talk to Leon instead cuz like he doesnât want either party being upset#Nor does he want either of them to feel overwhelmed. So when Leo was like âUr doing this to me again?!â Hes referring to all the times Don#<- has done that#Leo doesnât like feeling pitied but itâs not Donâs intention to make him feel that way he just loves him family
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I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :
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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )
#tumblr polls#hrmm... a little poll perhaps.. about a subject I find interesting.. since this image came across my facebook today#still really not feeling that well. no longer shaking violently and such but I still feel weird and weak much more than usual#They did say my markers for like infection or inflammation were elevated but that they werent sure of the cause so hopefully#it's nothing too serious. they did also say a lot of different things can cause that thing to be higher than normal but didn't go into spec#fics of what. maybe some of them are relatively benign or something. I still havent felt much back to normal since#I got really sick that one time though. I feel fine on and off but then little bouts of feeling weird and sick happen. hrmmm#ANYWAY.. looking for small ways to be productive. such as little doodles on evil ipad or editing game videos#or posting polls or cat pictures or some other like not very labor intensive things#I WISH I COULD FOCUS on writing HHRGGhh... I need to finish my game.. it would be so freeing.. a project that's been looming#over my head for like 5 years even though througouht that 5yrs I've probably spent a total of 3 months working on it lo.. ANYWAY#I still partially really cannot beleive that people CAN see stuff in their heads. There's always part of me that's thinking like. well mayb#e everyone DOES see the same exact thing but we just describe/conceptualize it so differently that we think we're talking about#different things when we're really not. But I have been assured by people I've talked to about it that they can GENUINELY really see#stuff in their heads like as vivid as an actual picture in real life or something. And the other senses are neat too. Like for exmaple I#can hear in my head much better than I can see imagery. I still CANNOT hear vividly like as if I were listening to actual music out loud..#but I think it's developed more than my sight. AND interesting how this varies the creative process. a friend I was talking to on the phone#said they write by literally just watching stuff play before them like a movie. where my process is COMPLETELY different. AND that affects#the content/what details we focus on as well as our individual styles of writing have differences that can be traced back to that.. hrmm
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full on feel like pjo tv s2 is not gonna hold up so they need to drag as much attention to the series as they can by using nico as a sock puppet w tsats2
im fully expecting the show to go the way of the movies. it doesnt help Sea of Monsters is almost unanimously the least favorite book of the first series. People frequently forget it even exists or what happens in it, especially more casual fans.
Heck, just look at how little fanfare the second season has gotten so far as compared to the build up to s1. I wouldn't be surprised if s2 totally flops. It would be a little funny.
#pjo#riordanverse#pjo tv#pjo tv crit#tsats 2#Anonymous#ask#im still sad theyre beating every dead horse in the franchise they can EXCEPT for the graphic novels#the poor graphic novels arent getting advertised AT ALL and the BoO one got cancelled#like. the graphic novels would actually be probably one of the best advertising avenues!#like. hey! you dont need to write a whole new book! just remind people of previous books and give them a way to refresh on it#and given how the first couple of graphic novels were a different artists i could totally see them doing a second version#just to make them all consistent. thatd make sense and be reasonable.#the show has also already kind of trapped itself in a corner in a couple of ways#for one they kind of screwed themselves over failing to plan for the actors. yknow. ageing.#Walker is already taller than like. most of the cast. Percy's gonna be TOWERING over Luke by TLO#i think the main trio is all like almost 16 already? and we're only on s2. its gonna be rough. they didnt think about it. they didnt plan.#also with how theyve been messing with plot and characterization theyre VERY quickly going to start running into hurdles#because they dont seem to understand the more you change earlier on. the less the later stuff will work without also needing change#because. it's dependent on what comes before. so we will very quickly be requiring either MASSIVE canon divergence or a lot of retcon#and retcon in the show is going to be VERY OBVIOUS#though i stand by itll be so funny if they solve too much too quickly in s2 just like the movies and it just ends on#''wait. crap. what are we going to do for s3 now. we solved too much too early. they have nothing to do''
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Iâve gotta admit as much as I know Darabella is a flawed ship (and some of the ppl who are anti for it have legit criticisms I love yâall for pointing it out cause it frustrates the hell out of me too trust) theyâll always just kind of be it for me.
Because as much as it was an âI can fix himâ trope, as much as Rosabella could be selfish and Daringâs flaws got cranked up to 1000, she was also the first person to look at him after his destiny, the thing he dedicated his life to, failed, when people were questioning him as a prince and putting pressure on his and Appleâs relationship and tell him that, like, maybe it would be alright? Maybe this wasnât his destiny, and maybe that was okay.
And the part that really gets me? Sheâs the first person after this happens to tell him that it doesnât matter whatâs on the outside, which as much as you can like other Daring ships or him whatever he desperately needed to hear. Not even cause he was selfish, thatâs not what Iâm saying, but bc he placed his whole identity on this image that people concocted for him based on him appearing the perfect prince. He was handsome, he was talented, and he was handsome! So who cares about him as a person?
Idk man. You spend four seasons (I watch the specials on Netflix so thatâs why four idk if itâs three to some ppl or whatever tho) watching him be praised for his looks, watching girls fawn over him, and of course he enjoys it so nobody really questions how much he enjoys it. And then you get this girl, this girl who owes him nothing, this girl who (contrary to popular belief apparently) has a life of her own and people she cares about outside of him, and sheâs nice to him. And sheâs the first person after everything happens to just be nice to him, for the sake of being nice. Something about that will always hit different for me
#itâs her seeing him as more than the perfect prince that heâs been told he has to be his whole life#and maybe she doesnât approach that perfectly sure but also maybe sheâs human and a teenager and sheâll fuck up and make mistakes#but the foundation of their entire relationship is that moment of reaching out and connection#and just saying iâm here with you. i donât know you that well and i donât care about you that much and i have a million reasons not to be#but iâm here for you anyway. because you matter and i donât know if anyoneâs told you that yet. and maybe#idk. maybe you need to hear it#anyway sorry iâm not trying to start shit iâve just seen so many ppl shitting on them in this fandom#and some of the critiques i agree w! iâm not saying they were written perfectly thereâs a ton i would change abt their writing if i could#(which i do. through fanfic)#but i just wanted to offer a reason i personally attached to them among all the ppl ranting against#if anyone wants to present their own opinions (RESPECTFULLY) tho#iâd be happy to have a conversation abt it! i love talking abt stuff like this feel free to leave rants in my notes guys#ever after high#eah#rosabella beauty#daring charming#darabella
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