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angry-geese · 4 years ago

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For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.

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franki-lew-yo · 4 years ago

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I really hate 2d purists. No, not 2d animation. Not 2d animators.

2d purists.

The sad thing is it’s gotten to the point that I really cringe hearing any pro-2D sentiment at all. I hate the arguments I agree with because how often they're misused and weaponized by idiots.

Let me make my stance here clear - 2d is NOT appreciated and 3d is used for everything! The layman Karen-mom who doesn’t have an artistic bone in her body looks at stupidsmooth 3D Grubhub ads and assumes quality cause it “looks more real” (aka ‘rendered’). I know as much is true because I literally have a member of my family who told my sister and I that she thinks 3d is better (and also that she “tolerated THOSE movies for us kids”. Touching words. My sister was taking an animation course by the way). Combined that with the studios either using 2D for cheap stuff or finding good 2d animation too “costly”, I get it and I’m not even any animator. I'm just a worm an illustrator.

but holy HELL -

There’s a backlash from the artistic community that's it's own kind of insufferable and deserve to be addressed.

“(insert2Danimatedfilm) is better BECAUSE it's 2D!”

followed by: "Animation is a visual medium and the quality of the art affects how much the story means !!!!”

Yes. Totally. Animation is a visual medium and the look and style is important. Sadly, people use this excuse to really obnoxious ends, insisting that design being pretty is '' everything ''. When you treat a movie more as a special effects demo I get why you talk about the artistry at hand; but I’m sorry, visuals are not the only thing important and it’s why I’m also getting sick of the sameElsafacesyndrome rants too! There’s this attitude that's reads as "but it LOOKS better fromaproductionimage/teasertrailerwhichapparentlyisindicativeof all themovieactuallyis so it MUST BE better".

-“3D should only be used to make things look realistic!”

I think I know the logic this criticism is made in response to, and that’s the Sony + Illumination films which look just as good in 2D as they do in three dimensions. I know it feels like people are twisting this medium to try and make it like a classic cartoon when by all means people can and would love a classic cartoon being a classic cartoon. That I get- From the unsung 2D animator’s perspective, that’s more than valid !

But it’s a huuuuuuge slap in the face to 3d in saying it should only be used for "realistic animation" because

1: It’s not like realistic animation could age badly or look uncanny in the next few years. It's almost like technology is constantly improving, which I guess 2d animation never did and it was always the same technique and quality as every film that came after it.

2: The industry does treat 3d as a magic-moneymaker for this reason. Just listen to these people call the 2019 LION KING “live action” as if they’re embarrassed to call it animation. It IS animation! It would be impressive if you acknowledged that what it is, but like the CATS, you basically are treating it as just a neato tool to better your live action and not it's own artform - which it is!

3: By this “three-deeonly gud when real liek in da toystories” non-logic I guess 2d should ONLY be for flowyflowy SPACE JAM cartoons and maybe some Disney*. Just that though. You can’t do anything more with 2d. It’s never supposed to be realistic I guess. Good thing Richard Williams only did 'toons' and just toons that’s why we need 3d in the world I guess.

Wait no - that’s stupid.

"I HAVE to see the “Land Before Time 14″ when it comes out! I mean it’s a 2D animated film!"

Lost in the aether that is Youtube comment chains removed from kid's videos is a stream of this very VERY stupid argument supporting the buying of the 14th LAND BEFORE TIME film because it’s supporting 2D. My sister and I can be found on that chain arguing against this stupidity. All you have is my word, but trust me: it really did happen.

I’m sorry but...no.

Unless you have a friend or a family member who worked on these movies there’s no reason to see this and ESPECIALLY no reason to insist it’s a win for the 2D community if you buy up this crap - and I'm not judging if you do like it, but come on! LAND BEFORE TIME 14 isn't where your money should go if you really like this medium.

What’s so infuriating about this argument is you can tell it’s made by nonanimators. Real animators will tell you to support their movies cause they want some respect for their artform which is why there’s such a push from the PRINCESS AND THE FROGcrowd that you SEE and LOVE every 2d thing out there, regardless of how good it is because any recognition for it is k i n d o f what they're after!

Kiddy sequel schlock isn’t even in the same ballpark as KLAUS or WOLFWALKERS; these films DID have very limited theatrical runs (Klaus so it could be nominated; Wolfwalkers in places where theaters opened up after Covid) and should have been supported because they were labors of love made by people who love animation.

As other people have already pointed out, one of the reasons for the lack of interest in 2000sera2D animation is that the only films released alongside critical+financial 3D hits were cheaper 2D films that either coincided with daytime tv shows or should have been just direct-to-video. It’s not to say art couldn’t come out of these flicks, but dayum if it wasn’t abused as much as the texture software that era's CG used... Point being, should the world ever go back to normal: If you hear about an out-of-town showing an acclaimed 2D animated film, make time to trek out and see THAT!

Don’t give your money to see yet another made-for-tv movie on the big screen because all that tells the studio is: “yeah 2d IS cheap and only good for cheap stuff let’s just keep it cheap. Only 3d is important 8D 8D 8D !!!"

“I don’t understand how it works. So it sucks.”

This text is from an ANIMATOR btw.

“I don’t understand how it works” and “it’s just some computer rendering” is the exact same wave of logic the people who prefer cgi use.

The plebian Karen I mentioned earlier? She understands the basics of 2D animation as much as you did from one of those cruddy flash classes you took in middle-school. She 'understands' the basics cuz she watched how it was made on the DVD features or maybe back on the WONDERFUL WORLD OF DISNEY. To her, the illusion is broken and she’s not impressed by 'just some drawings on paper'. You, an animator, know the process is more complicated and is intrigued by knowing how it’s made - not bored or disinterested -

Neither you nor Aunt Karen have really good cg-animation software at your house and unless you ARE a 3D animator you probably DON’T know all the ins-and-outs of how these movies are modeled, rendered, and animated.

Aunt Karen is bedazzled by them cause she doesn’t know how it works and the technical aspect makes her brain hurt so it might as well be magic and she can feel like a cool kid sharing Minion-memes. Aunt Karen is the nonartistic type who just wants to feel safe. You're not. You want to feel challenged.

I get it: you’re pissed off cause you’re in a field no one, including Aunt Karen, appreciates; told to work in cg which it's an artform you didn’t devote your life to and told to learn it cause THIS style sells! 3D is everywhere and is starting to look like 'garbage' even if you don’t animate 3D models yourself you just KNOW, I guess. Besides, you know all there is to know about 2d!! You know all there is to possibly know about this artform and have to fight this 'war' against "r e a l" animation! And I mean even when 3d software is there to use, it's not like you can actually make anything worth while in it, especially not anything that transcends the medium. Right Worthikids?

TL;DR: This argument is basically just " BWAAAAH I’M NOT GONNA USE IT I HAVE STANDARDS (a chip on my shoulder cuz art should be what I deem it to be) "

“PRINCESS AND THE FROG is-”

There’s a reason I can’t say I truly like PRINCESS AND THE FROG even though it's not even a bad movie! Like, stop reading this and watch PATF if you haven't it's good. It's my 'FROZEN', in that; I see a lot of potential in it I just think it needs some serious rewriting and that bugs me. Always have felt that way, tbh.

I dislike this movie because the response from the animation community seems to be it was perfect and the Academy was just Pixar-crazy with UP ((ftr, the Academy IS Pixar’s bitch and I personally advocate a sequel be made to WAKING SLEEPING BEAUTY about Mike Eisner’s sabotage of the 2D department at Disney which is still in place now!- but that’s a story for another day)). I’m sorry but UP was just a better story. So was CORALINE. So was FANTASTIC MR. FOX. Honest to god it feels like poor PATF is brought up as just a talking point and never for it's own worth as a labor of love - which it was! I'd like to honestly know: had PRINCESS AND THE FROG come out now and been cg if it would have even half the defenders for it because now it doesn't "look" like how a Disney movie "should" look...

If you like PatF more than the currant Disney lineup because of it's culture, it's music, it's feminism, it's black representation? Awesome. Great. Those things should be appreciated and I never want that taken away from you. But if you seriously think PatF is better just for how it was animated and looks - I lowkey may hate you.

“ALL OF DISNEY’S LATEST MOVIES SHOULD HAVE BEEN 2D! THEY ALL LOOK AWFUL IN 3D!! ALL OF THEM!”

TANGLED, FROZEN, and MOANA? Yeah. Sure. But um, e x c u s e y o u- WRECK IT RALPH sooooo doesn’t work in 2d! It could have used different between the various worlds but it’s about hopping through different video games. I’m also of the opinion that ZOOTOPIA and BIG HERO 6 are fine the way they are. Their 3d is awesome.

The latest fairy tale Disney films are really big on their place alongside the 2D canon esp in marketing. They keep trying to mimic 2D to varying results though I don't think it works as well as the movie's I'd previously mentioned. Me personally, I would love a mix of 3D and 2D technology, like if the backgrounds in FROZEN still got to be 3D but the characters were handdrawn and shaded ala KLAUS ((sweet sigh)). But even then are they truly unwatchable just based on how they're animated to you?

MOANA would have been incredible in 2D but for the record - I don't think it feels out of place in it's style. It reminds me more of a Pixar movie with the heart of a Disney classic which is it's own just as good.

“2D is the oldest form of animation and it’s being replaced.”

Actually, if we’re talking animation in film, stop motion is the earliest form of animation. The stop motion animated THE ADVENTURES OF PRINCE ACHMED and TALE OF THE FOX predate Disney’s SNOW WHITE. And yes: stop-motion IS still a form of animation even if it’s a serious of pictures taken of real life things and not drawings, so don’t you dare come at me with the "but that's not animated"/"Technically it’s LIVE ACTION" crap or I’ll envoke the spirit of Sandman to get you at night.

“Every animated film would look better in 2D! Even PIXAR would look better in 2D!”

Again, Stop Motion.

No, I mean it.

Lemme ask: Would ISLE OF DOGS or FANTASTIC MR. FOX carry any of the same effect if they were generic 90s toons? I know NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS wouldn’t. Christ, don’t even get me started on Svankmajer!

Sometimes the problem is that a movie is envisioned with a specific artform in mind. Pixar started out with toys and bugs for a reason and that’s cuz they were always gonna be a 3d studio and they needed to first overcome the placisity of the models. Over the years they’ve gotten really good at effects and blending unrealistic proportions with real textures (and also not so much- ONWARD and THE GOOD DINOSAUR really needed some different character designs and yeah, I do think would have looked better with a 2d artstyle, but not the ones they had in their films. THE GOOD DINOSAUR needed more realistic-speculative looking dinos and ONWARD needed a grittier HEAVY METAL/BLACK CAULDRON appeal to its designs.) My point being that the problems with these movies aren’t even inherently the animation as much as it is a problem of style. As someone who runs a group speculating different styles and designs for movies and tv shows I’m all for envisioning a 2D ZOOTOPIA or Bluth-inspired FNAF. That’s amazing!

But that’s also the talk of fan artists and nerds and not the professional artists working on visualizing their stories!!

Since I ate, slept, and breathed NIGHTMARE in my youth I’ll use it as an example: All the concept art ever done for TNBC was on paper and 2D was used in the final film. However, even when Tim Burton was thinking of making it just a tv special it was always going to be stop-motion. NIGHTMARE’s puppet cast do work very well in two dimensions, believe me, but the film was made as a love letter to Rankin/Bass and the art form of stop-motion. Skipping to another Henry Selick-helmed project (haha), JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH was also always envisioned as a multimedia film to give it a truly dream-like atmosphere. If you know anything about Henry Selick you’ll know he’s 1) a perfectionist, and 2) loves mixed media and different types of animation and puppetry at once. That’s why he was the perfect pick to direct TNBC at the time, why JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH and CORALINE are so beautiful and why MOONGIRL, his only fully 3d film, doesn’t have the same appeal.

As for what films I couldn’t imagine NOT being 3D? Probably; 9, Padak, Next Gen, Soul, Finding Nemo, the Toy Story films, Wreck-it-Ralph (as previously mentioned), Wall.E, Waltz with Bashir, Robots, Inside Out, Arthur Christmas, The Painting, Happy Feet, Shrek, Enter the Spiderverse, Megamind… just naming a few here.

“I want a traditionally animated film [and by that I mean a 90s-Disney/Don Bluth looking movie] of ‘x'-popular live action/stage thing!”

Okay I’m cheating a bit but it’s my blog and so I’m gonna stick this one in because it’s related.

When I see musings about wanting live-action or CGI shiz to be in 2d again a lot of the time this argument actually boils down to " I want this to look like a 90s Didney movie ". Or, if it’s about animals - " I want it to look like a Don Bluth film! "

Like...there ARE other styles of animation out there...you know that right?

Frack, Disney themselves tried different styles throughout the 90s it’s just that the peak of the Disney renaissance films (LITTLE MERMAID, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, ALADDIN, THE LION KING) and the many imitators that followed tended to have the same look to them where only film/animation nerds kept watching into the era that was TARZAN, HERCULES, and ATLANTIS along with the kids. Aunt Karen wasn't singing Part of your World in the carride with you every day.

The Don Bluth argument is especially irritating because...what exact feeling do you WANT from a movie if it looked Bluthish? Each of the four ‘quintessential’ Bluth movies (NIMH, AMERICAN TAIL, LBT, and ALL DOGS) have such a different feel to them that’s complimented by that style; SECRET OF NIMH is a drama about wild animals trying to understand humans; LAND BEFORE TIME is even more squarely about an animal’s perspective as there’s literally no humans around; AMERICAN TAIL uses animals stowing away on the ship to tell a story about refugees; and ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN is ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN.

What the frack are you even asking for with that because I think there’s a certain flavor to the Bluth-styled oeuvre as well as the 90s Disney catalogue that would clash too much stylistically with some films.

Also come on! Like some Bluthian-style 2d would really fix THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS or SCOOB!, bite me.

I think this fixation solely on these two hand drawn styles and nothing else is based on nostalgia goggles, refusing to step outside the norm and discover different films and feelings than Disney and Bluth, and just preference. Goin back to NIGHTMARE there will always be a special place in my heart for Henry Selick’s stop motion, but I couldn’t imagine CHICKEN RUN or ANOMALISA in it's unique style.

Also I’m tired of every time there’s a "lets make an animatic to ‘x’ musical theater song" it’s reliably just Disneyesque or realistic. WHY envision an animated version of the show at all if it doesn’t have A STYLE to it??!?! I’m sorry but 90s-Disney does NOT fit CABARET!

“3D is so CHEAP now! Why can’t they just do 2D again?”

I think - on the cusp of the 2020s and the Grubhub hatedom, there ARE changing times ahead for 3d and 2d. The general public are starting to get tired of the same looking 3d films and wanting some 2d back, but they don’t have the best resources or opinions on animation to know what it is they want. Meanwhile, the animation community + industry is trying to figure out what to do and you have a lot of turmoil between the monopoly that is the industry, the high standards of the artists, and the mixed wants of the animation fanbase deciding what art needs to be.

It’s a tough business. And in the spirit of that tough business - maybe DON’T act like the means of a film’s production is solely your control, that you know best, and know definitively what the artists should have done....cuz you don't. Sorry my fellow criticalfanomanalysist-folks we DON'T and in an age of standom where fans and critics think it's okay to hackle indie animation studios about not getting their pitched cartoon out fast enough - we need to reserve these discussions to our circles and not treat them as gospel.

3d animation and 2d animation have to share this world. Stop acting like they’re either interchangeable in terms of budget, means of production, or artistry or that one has to be superior to the other.

The industry already says one art form is better (spoiler: it’s always live-action), we don’t need anymore of this purist garbage. Just stick to what you like while trying new things on the side. Be critical while also being compassionate. And remember:

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tessatechaitea · 5 years ago

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Justice League Spectacular #1 (1992)

Just off-panel: Bibbo's ice cream truck.

I probably shouldn't be reading this or Justice League Quarterly before I read the Giffen/DeMatteis Justice League but what can I do? That's the order they were placed in the short box! It would be a different story if free will were not an illusion but since it is, my hands are tied. It's either read this or, um, I don't know. Die from a temporal paradox? I won't risk it! I was looking through a bunch of my old writing and art last week and discovered a bunch of the kind of sentimental and sort of intellectual crap young people write. It's the kind of stuff you hide away and never show anybody ever and hope that when you die, it'll just get tossed in a dumpster with your old porn and Magic the Gathering cards. But it got me thinking about how brave I am! So brave! The kind of brave you wouldn't hesitate to call some jerk who signed up for the military because he couldn't live as a civilian. No, no. More braver than that! And being this super brave kind of person, I thought that maybe I should share some of this old poetry with everybody! But not yet! You have to work up to being truly brave! So instead, I'll share this piece of artwork I did that was supposed to be the first in a lengthy and disgusting series. It's of Lord Fondlerot, a character I created for the Dwarflover online comic I used to do. He was really into fucking things and I thought, "Hey! I should do a series of drawings where he fucks every creature in the monster manual!" But instead of doing an entire series, I drew one picture and grew either bored or disgusted with the concept. So here's that one picture:

Lord Fondlerot fucking an Axebeak.

Now you're probably wondering just how terrible my poetry must be if I'm opening with that! Well, you'll see soon enough! This issue begins with Sue Dibny still alive and visiting a Florida theme park with her husband, The Elasticated Man. Wow, remember when Sue Dibny was killed and all the heroes freaked out about their secret identities and considered doing intense brain damage to every single person who ever knew any of their identities until they found out that The Atom's ex-wife Jean Loring had gone cuckoo for Atom's cocoa puffs? She wanted them back so bad that she began threatening and murdering the loved ones of all the super heroes. It was the kind of story DC sometimes does where you read it and think, "Well, the twist at the end of that mystery was definitely worth the destruction of the most stable marriage in the DC Universe and also the death of Firestorm and Captain Boomerang! So good!" I mean it doesn't make you think that. It makes you think the exact opposite. Tom King would eventually do pretty much the same thing in Heroes in Crisis but instead of Jean Loring fucking up by accidentally killing Sue Dibny and murdering more people to cover her tracks, Wally West fucks up and kills Poison Ivy and some others and then tries to cover his tracks. But at least Tom King's had all of those entertaining scenes where the heroes are doing therapy and we get to see how much they're all suffering from PTSD. That's always a fun aspect of super heroes we never get to read enough about. Dammit! I keep doing it. I meant it was the opposite of fun! Although I still liked it because sometimes I just like seeing other people in pain. Not in a sick perverse way where I pop a boner or something! Just in that way where you sit around all day thinking, "My life is terrible and everything is wrong and I hate my parents for bringing me into this wretched existence and the only thing that might make me feel better is to learn that Superman sometimes feels the same way." Oh, remember when Tom King was writing Batman and he had that two issue Booster Gold arc where we got to see how fucking insane Booster Gold was from living through all of those horrible, wretched, dark alternate timelines? And the only way he can deal with the trauma and the PTSD is by making a joke out of everything? I'll have to think of that as the canon Booster Gold when I'm reading Giffen and DeMatteis's Justice League. Maybe it'll make all of Booster and Beetle's inappropriate joking more appropriate. Back to the story, Sue Dibny, alive and well, and her husband Ralph "The Elasticated Man" Dibny are busy showing a bunch of European diplomats around the non-Disney World theme park.

See? You can tell they're European because they're all smart and shit.

The first stop in the park is to Alice's Wonderland where the diplomats are attacked by the Royal Flush Gang. They are a gang whose theme is playing cards and not expensive toilets. Their powers are the ability to ride on gigantic cards and to make poker puns.

If looking good in tight fitting costumes is also a power, it's my new answer to the question of which super power would I choose..

Ten's outfit reminds me of the days when nipples were allowed to show through tops without being erased away through some kind of editing software. The 70s were a wild decade! Sure, there were also nips on television in the 80s but the 80s, generally speaking, sucked and were a huge contribution to the downfall of America.

The King of Spades mansplaining their entire concept to the Queen of Spades.

It's true that the royal flush beats any other poker hand but I doubt Superman is going to surrender after this concept is explained to him because, in the end, they're not fucking playing poker. It turns out Maxwell Lord paid the Royal Flush Gang to make a little trouble so the Justice League could beat them up and get some media attention. But the Justice League has apparently broken up and The Elasticated Man just isn't hero enough to save the European delegates all by himself. He might have been if the Royal Flush Gang had done what they were told and not really fight back. But why would they do that?! Wouldn't they still be in trouble with federal agents?! Booster Gold finds Blue Beetle busy pouting in the old Justice League cave headquarters. Booster has decided to try to cheer his old buddy up although why wouldn't Booster just travel to a timeline where Ted Kord is already cheered up? Is that how time travel works in the DCU? Or did Booster already try that, it went horribly sideways, and now he's a little more fucked up in the head when he returns to the "real" timeline?

For some reason, Ice and Fire have also come down to the cave. Probably to accidentally go on a double date with Booster and Beetle. Booster and Fire and Beetle and Ice hear a news report about the Royal Flush Gang and decide to go save Ralph. Superman also hears about the situation and heads to Florida where he's almost immediately defeated by The Royal Flush Gang. Not because they're dangerous and competent super villains but because some mysterious benefactor has give them weapons capable of knocking out Superman's powers. Maxwell Lord is not that benefactor so who could have done it? Certainly not Guy Gardner, right?! What would he want with getting the Justice League back together. Isn't he busy being Warrior or something by this point? Power Girl, Metamorpho, and Guy Gardner all join in on the fight. The guy behind it all is that Weapons Master dude who is desperate to get a new weapon for his arsenal: a Green Lantern ring. The attack on the Royal Flush Gang fails to get him the ring so he decides to attack directly. But not in this issue! He has to wait for a regular series issue. Ice uses Guy's ring to contact Hal Jordan because somebody finally decided this Justice League wasn't really a big league Justice League. Everybody reading it knew it for years. But I guess Dan Jurgens was assigned the task to get a new, more believably powerful League together. So Hal Jordan flies around to pick up some new members to save the day. He chooses The Flash and Aquaman which seems about right. But he also chooses Crimson Fox which seems like sliding backwards into goofy Justice League territory. Not that I totally approve of Aquaman but I have to admit he's a "serious" choice for the League.

Doctor Light also joins the party. Although why she'd keep the name of a pedo, I couldn't guess. Just become Lightwoman or something. But no! Once some jerk earns their doctorate, they just have to demand to be called Doctor.

I'm sorry. I was too distracted pointing out that Doctor Light joined the fight and how her namesake was a pervert to comment on Metamorpho acting like a huge fucking pig. Crimson Fox beats up some guys dressed as cards and admits that she's a boring idiot whose favorite part of the game is shuffling the cards. I understand the need to think up some kind of goofy one-liner when you go into battle but shouldn't you at least try to think up one that doesn't make yourself sound like a pathetic asshole? Weapons Master's plan failed but he figures he has enough information to get Green Lantern's ring next time. He'll then sell it to a Dominator for a few bucks and maybe some slaves. The big hitters talk it over and decide they should start a new Justice League without the approval of the United Nations. Yeah! Who needs some stupid Earthly authority when you've got an invulnerable Kryptonian, an all powerful space cop, and the king of the seven seas! All they need is a Greek Goddess and a mentally ill furry with a long history of violent behavior and they'll have the big team back together! Booyah! I mean, without that stupid Booyah shit because Cyborg is basically a toaster at this point. Maybe. I don't know! What am I, Johnni DC, Continuity Cop?! The heroes make one more decision: split the group into two Leagues. So once again, they're forming Justice League America and Justice League Europe. How come I don't remember this shit?! Did the comics get canceled in '92 and then immediately fired back up? I don't seem to remember two different incarnations of these teams. Maybe I should have stored my comic books in chronological order so it would all make sense. Justice League Spectacular #1 Rating: C. I just read the letters pages and it looks like this comic book takes place between JLA #60 and JLA #61! So editorial decided the teams needed to be shaken up and the best way to do it was to disband the League in the regular series, have a special one-shot comic that gets them back together but with a different roster, and then send them back to work in the next issue of the regular series. I guess I should just shove this comic book into the middle of the regular series so when I reread it all again in my 80s, it'll make more sense! Let's close with the worst drawing of Aquaman I've ever seen:

Actually, he looks a little bit like Grunion Guy.

#Justice League Spectacular #Justice League #DC COmics #DC #Dan Jurgens #Gerard Jones

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shanxy180 · 5 years ago

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guess who made an entire cast of characters(?) that are related to each boss ghosts somehow.. It’s mee

Though I’m kind of thinking of changing some designs but thats for another day bc this took forever fsndjkfnskj

snkjfnsd Anyway, yea I made a couple good kids/teenagers that are all related to the lm3 bosses, information about each kiddo below..!

Sadie - The cousin of Steward, younger by a couple years. Perhaps 17-19 years old. - Acts like a mix of both “responsible adult” and “nervous teenager that doesn’t know what they’re doing”. - She’s responsible, likes to plan ahead and is hard working, but when faced with something new or unfamiliar she cracks and nervously tries to get through it. - She originally wanted to go to nursing school, but couldn’t pursue it due to her death. - Died via car accident, she was crossing the road when a vehicle suddenly lost control and ran her over.

Claude - The son of Chambrea, somewhere around 14-15 years old. - The quiet, kind hearted (former) mama’s boy that’s nervous but tries his best. - Has picked up the habit of nibbling on things while lost in thought. - Can act very nervous and shy around people, - He’s jolly and loves to giggle and chuckle, ends up in a 2 minute giggling fit if something really makes him laugh. And really likes to make other people laugh. - Also likes to hug people he enjoys, or at least let people know that he cares about them, if he’s not being sheepish.

Korey - The daughter/child of Kruller, 16 years old. - Is a huge dork, obsessed with comic books and cartoons, sometimes for video games and movies. - When not nervous about her interest and around people, she likes to ramble about her topics and get really deep into discussions about her interests. And often gets passionate when speaking. - Has a fear of bats, loves the color purple, she’s a bit of a sensitive person, snorts when they laugh, and likes to collect marbles and coins they find.

Alexandre Soulfflé - The son of Chef Soulfflé, around 17 years old. - Kind of an awkward and bitter guy, dripping with sarcasm and a bit of sass. - He’s a decent cook, knows a couple recipes and some of the things he makes can actually be super tasty. - He also has a weak spot for animals, loves to draw, knows a lot of french vocabulary, has a slight accent and is just the smallest bit touch starved. - Though he’s insecure about a couple things about himself, and prefers to keep some things a secret.

Thomas Wolfgeist - The son of Amadeus Wolfgeist, somewhere around 16-17 years old. - A grumpy, sarcastic guy, not really that sociable but at the same time lowkey wants friends, and is slightly emotionally distant. - Has a temper, although not as bad as his fathers, he can still snap and yell at people who frustrate and/or annoy him for long periods. - Likes attention and receiving compliments, not too big on criticism but will take that to improve if he must. - Plays piano very well, knows a couple songs but can’t play overly complicated or fast ones. - Has a mild fear of bugs, not so much when on the ground or distant from him but absolutely hates when one is crawling on him, also knows how to speak german, but he rarely does.

Queen/Princess Drew MacFrights - The daughter of King Macfrights, 17 years old. - Has a fiery and aggressive personality, loves to have battles and being active overall. Is decently strong and a good leader, but rarely ever thinks before doing or saying things and is impulsive. - She’s also stubborn, doesn’t think much on what other people feel, and can be ignorant at times. But, she still cares for a lot for her friends and family, knows when to tone down her edge (sometimes), and can be a supportive and lovely friend. - Is really good with weapons and fighting in general, she’s decently strong and knows how to defend herself.

Fiona Potter - The granddaughter of Dr. Potter, around 15-16 years old - Is a really sweet and caring girl, loves to make others happy and is overall very understanding and friendly, but also is a doormat and can’t tell when someone’s her friend or is taking advantage of her. - Loves plants as much as her grandfather, used to have a small venus flytrap/piranha plant like flower that she took care of but has sadly been overwatered by a house sitter at the time. - Is a part time bookworm, and has a book on plant care on her and even though she has read it hundreds of times, it’s still a very good pass time.

Micheal - The son of Morty, around 16-17 years old. - Has a very passionate and caring personality, he loves to be dramatic and give scenarios a certain flair. - Always has his notebook and sketchbook on him, along with a couple supplies, he loves to write notes and sometimes doodle about stuff he sees, experiences, etc. - Basically very creatively driven and is very jolly, although naive. - Is a very good actor, loves to watch movies and sometimes dreams of being able to record things he’s done and make some “vlogs” of himself for fun.

Oogh - Daughter of Ug, 17 years old. - Grumpy and judgemental of everything and everyone she sees, though if gained her trust, she’ll only be grumpy. With the slightest hint of sass. - New thing? Must smash. New person? Must be danger, must smash. Always keeps her wood club with her for smashing. - Barely knows english, but understands body language and facial expressions enough to know when people aren’t gonna harm her. - Prefers to be left alone, being used to it for a long time. But has since grown a little bit sociable after meeting the others.

Cathy - Youngest niece of Clem, 15-16 years old. - Very outgoing and very friendly, laid back and carefree but also wouldn’t hesitate to gently bully her friends or roughhouse for a bit. - Had at least 3 other brothers and 1 sister, she’s younger than all of them by a couple years. - Has enough sense to know when something’s a bad idea but will still do it for a dare or simply for fun. - Sometimes acts difficult on purpose and likes to annoy people for fun, but of course she knows when to stop and actually try to be helpful. - “Cathy” is actually short for “Catherine”, but she thought that sounded too boring so she mostly goes by the nickname.

Atuumb - The son of Serpci, around 17 years old. - Acts like a serious, no funny business and dull kind of person, but is actually a pretty chill and calm guy, he loves to make friends, talk to people, he’s very curious and loves to figure out new things. Though if his buttons are pushed too far he can get upset. - Even found his prince/king status pretty boring, and having to act like a stuffy, refined and pretty formal person, always busy and secretly getting stressed. Lowkey he’s super glad he’s out of that situation - But still, he keeps that sense of responsibility, even in death he still feels the need to be responsible for something or to keep busy/distracted. - Has a love/hate feeling for “Life or Death” scenarios, traps, etc. On one hand it’s super fun but on the other he doesn’t want anyone actually getting hurt or killed.

Ebony Fishook - Daughter of Captain Fishook, around 16-17 years old. - Acts mostly like a feral pirate, being raised by pirates/sharks in the middle of the sea, stealing, pillaging, and mostly eating raw fish and drinking milk. - She loves to use her sharp mouth on things, such as biting things she’s not supposed to eat (tables, chairs, etc.) - She’s not much of a cook, or can clean all that well, being used to having others cook and do stuff for her. But, she can hunt for her own food, she has a great sense of direction, knows how to handle a blunderbuss and a sword. - She’s rather excitable, and barely knows proper etiquette. But is very sociable, and just as long as you don’t upset or offend her, there’s a good chance she’ll want to be your friend.

Justin Deepend - Nephew of Johnny Deepend, 16 years old - He’s a pretty friendly and energetic kid, always eager to help and loves to get himself moving. Though since he can be so carefree he sometimes comes off as aggressive or uncaring. - Is a bit self centered, competitive, and often doesn’t know his own strength, he also isn’t that bright. But, again! His heart is in the right place, and he’s always willing to make people happy. - Has tried a variety of different sports but his two main ones were soccer and volleyball. Soccer was when he was much younger (around 7 years old), and volleyball when he was starting out in middle school.

DJ Tony - The son of Dj Phantasmagloria (or simply Gloria), around 16-17 years old. - Although he can get sentimental, he’s a pretty joyful and overall chill guy. He’s laid back, and takes things to stride. He’s very caring and sympathetic, a total softy. - A huge sucker for music, any kind will do, just as long as it has a groovy beat and it’s something he can bop to. Sometimes loses himself in the music and ends up dancing to the song, totally unaware of everything. - Despite being only a teenager, and him constantly having headphones around him, he’s a pretty good listener, so he’s nice to vent too and he even sometimes gives decent advice.

Hector Gravely - The eldest son of Hellen Gravely, 17 years old. - Is a huge fashionista, and loves to try on different outfits.. When he can. - He’s a pretty quiet, albeit friendly character, when not in a bad mood, he can be clever and a pretty good friend. - Is a bit of a spoiled bitch, he’s mostly used to being pampered and having other people do his things. Being complimented and having lots of money. All that.

#Luigi's Mansion 3 #shanxart #Luigi's Mansion 3 relative au

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shireness-says · 5 years ago

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How can I forget your love?

Summary: Anne is used to not being noticed - except... (A Persuasion modern AU snippet) ~1.1K. Rated T. Also on AO3.

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A/N: Happy birthday, @profdanglaisstuff! I hope you have a great one. Here’s a little snippet of that Persuasion AU I keep swearing I’ll write - I hope it lives up to even half of what we’ve discussed! Rated T for suggestions that someones did Something at some point. Title taken from the Regina Spektor song “How”, which conveniently came up on shuffle while I was brainstorming.

For those of you who usually read my stuff, be aware - this is NOT a CS fic. This is a Modern AU of Persuasion, as in Jane Austen. I’ll be thrilled if you read it, but just know that going in - you won’t see my usual characters!

Special thanks to @snidgetsafan for her beta services and @welllpthisishappening and @ohmightydevviepuu for their encouragement. Also tagging @thisonesatellite and @thejollyroger-writer, who I know have expressed interest.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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It’s Anne’s least favorite kind of meeting - the kind that’s advertised as a fun “lunch and learn lecture”, but in actuality is a mandatory presentation of the latest employee handbook updates, accompanied by dining hall sandwiches even the students avoid. She attends because she has to, but her attention is anywhere but on the projector screen as she and other department members settle into the auditorium seats.

That’s how she spots Frederick, of course. Not that it’d be easy to miss him; he leans against the stage, chatting with some of the other journalism professors, smack in the middle of everyone’s line of sight. He looks carefree and easy, with his plaid and dark jeans and leather boots and the perfectly coiffed hair he must have perfected after they ended things. He looks like a man of the world, and Anne knows that’s the truth. Nowadays, women giggle and whisper and smile flirtatiously when he passes by in a way they never did when he’d been a student. There’s no denying that the past eight years have been kind to him, as Anne has faded into a dull shadow of herself and the person she might have been. In any room they both occupy, she’s almost painfully aware of his presence, drawn to him after all this time in a way she can’t resist. It takes a concentrated effort not to track his every movement with her eyes, and she’s not always certain she succeeds. After all this time, it’s still him - always him, the only man to lay claim upon her heart, to make her think that maybe her silly romantic dreams were within the realm of possibility. But that was 8 years ago; the time for dreams is over, especially when she’s found herself a more content reality than she most likely deserves. It’s time to learn to live with her hopeless feelings.

If only she could stop noticing him all the time.

(He doesn’t notice her, of course, though that may be on purpose than by chance. In any room they share, he refuses to engage her in conversation, barely deigns to meet her eyes.)

(After everything she did, the way she broke them, she can’t blame him.)

Anne is rather used to passing unnoticed in most situations. It’s nothing new, after all; in a family of loud personalities, it’s all she’s ever known. It’s useful, even, when she would rather work than get sucked into some inter-departmental drama or avoid passing judgement on whatever her father has decided is the latest crisis. It’s all about what you become used to after all, and Anne has always occupied the merest edge of other people’s sight, the dimmest corner of their mind.

Except —

Frederick has a way of looking at her that never fails to unsettle Anne - likely because he’s looking at her, not around her, not at everything and everyone else in her vicinity. Just her. Like she’s worth seeing, worth noticing, worth cherishing.

“I still don’t understand it, sometimes,” she murmurs. It’s the wrong time, of course; timing has never been her strong suit, anyways, and this isn’t exactly pillow talk, especially when Fred is still laying next to her all lovely and naked and mussed, tracing along her face with the most gentle of fingers. That’s the thing that prompts her poorly chosen conversation, however - the way he treats her like she’s unbearably precious, the most wondrous thing he’s ever encountered. She’s never had anyone do that before.

(She almost thinks she could get used to it, given enough practice. Right now, it feels like they have all the time in the world.)

“What’s that, Annie?” He’s the only one who calls her that, and she loves it.

“What a guy like you could possibly see in me.”

“Oh, baby, you can’t think like that,” he chides gently, moving to stroke along her arm and draw her hand above where his heart beats steadily. “You’re you.”

“Be serious, Frederick,” she chides right back, though the sentiment makes her heart warm. “I am perfectly well aware that absolutely no one noticed me before you.” Including my own family she doesn’t say, though she knows it sits unspoken between them. Fred has opinions about her family and how they treat her, Anne knows, few of them good. “I think it’s well within my rights to want to know why you did.”

To his credit, Frederick gives the matter serious thought when she asks. He always does. “I didn’t at first,” he finally says. “You were just another girl I barely recognized in class. You didn’t talk much either, but when you did… I could tell it was because you had something to say. Your discussion points always made me think about things in a new way. After that… I just started paying attention, I suppose. Suddenly I could see everything about you, and I thought you were beautiful. Every bit of you, from the way you look to the way you think.”

He says it so matter of factly, like it should be obvious, like it shouldn’t send her pulse fluttering like a thousand butterfly wings as he fiddles with her fingertips. But to Anne, it’s astounding. It’s been nearly a year now, and she’s still not used to the way he sees her, the way he makes her feel.

“I’m so lucky,” she whispers. There’s a feeling in the air somehow like if she say it any louder, the happy bubble they’re in will burst and this will all just be a beautiful dream. This may just be a little loft apartment, but it feels like heaven, even with dishes in the sink and Frederick’s Converse left haphazardly by the couch. Paradise can be imperfect, as long as you’re living it with the right person.

“Why?” he asks. “It’s nothing more than you deserve.”

“Because you love me,” Anne replies simply. “And I love you.”

“Always and forever, Annie,” he promises. “I’ll never stop noticing all the little things.”

She thinks he means it, too, and tries to hold onto that as tightly as she can in case —

“Anne, are you alright?” Sophie’s voice cuts through the memory. “You seemed far away for a few minutes there. Are you feeling well?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Sophie, thank you for your concern.” At least as fine as she can be at a faculty luncheon, 8 years later, with Frederick across the room doing his best to ignore her and still looking impossibly handsome. “I just got a bit lost thinking about all the things I need to get done this afternoon.”

“I know, these things are so horribly boring,” Sophie confides. “It’ll be over soon enough, and you can go back to your office. Maybe you can even sneak out at the end - I’m sure no one would notice.”

And Anne unerringly knows that’s true.

#my writing #persuasion #persuasion ff #anne elliot x frederick wentworth #How can I forget your love?

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harley-sunday · 6 years ago

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The Draw (11)

Summary: The whirlwind starts at the 2018 ACE Comic Con in Phoenix but you’re not sure where it will end...

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: Language. Smut. NSFW under the cut. Unprotected sex

Word count: 3855

AN: Sorry for the long wait, but I’m sort of counting on this chapter to make up for that! Also, there’s definitely going to be a part 12 to this, maybe even a part 13… I just don’t seem to be able to quit this little daydream of mine :) Hope you like this part, let me know what you think!

I don’t have a taglist, but if you follow Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan you should see any update I post.

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Sebastian’s text is short, but it brings a smile to your face nevertheless.

Headed towards premiere number three in Madrid. Rather be with you somewhere. -S

You type a quick reply.

Have fun! See you in 12 days. Xx

“I still don’t understand why I have to be wheeled out of here,” Nathan grumbles, shaking his head.

“Hmm,” you agree, pushing the button to call the elevator. “Hospital policy, probably.”

“Well, it’s stupid,” he sulks, crossing his arms in front of his chest just as the elevator doors open.

“Jesus, what are you, five?” You flick his shoulder, “Just be glad it’s me who’s picking you up and not Mom or Dad. They probably would have wanted you wheeled out on a stretcher.”

“Probably would have asked if an ambulance could drive me home,” Nathan scoffs, but at least there’s a smile forming on his lips now.

“Probably would have had Aunt Carol live with you so she could take care of you whenever Sarah’s at work,” you snicker. “And she’d probably insist to give you a sponge bath every day-”

“Ew,” Nathan interrupts you, holding up his hand to stop you. “ Ew. Let’s not go there.”

“Better not,” you agree as you wheel Nathan out of the elevator and out of the hospital. It’s sunny outside and you can see your brother taking a deep breath after he’s been cooped up in a hospital for the last eight days. You steer the wheelchair to where you’ve parked your car and watch as Nathan gets inside before you return the wheelchair to it’s designated area.

“Alright,” you say as you sit down and start the car, “put your seat belt on, loser, I’m taking you home.”

The drive is short and quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. It isn’t until you pull up on his driveway that you turn to your brother and spill out what’s been on your mind ever since you picked him up from the hospital, “You guys are coming to dinner next week.”

“Ok,” he draws out, a confused look passing his face.

“Sebastian really wants to meet you,” you explain then. “He’s coming back from doing press in Europe and Asia and he has 2 days off so he’s coming visit, because God knows when we would be able to see each other again otherwise and, I mean, he knows Jake already right? So, it makes sense that he wants to meet you too and I would really like for you to meet him and-”

“Ok. Calm down,” Nathan says, holding up his hands. “Jesus. Just breathe in between the sentences, ok?” He laughs then, “God, you’re such a girl.”

‘Oh, shut up,” you reply, smacking his arm. You take a deep breath then, “It’s just,” you hesitate for a second, trying to find the right words, “it’s just important to me that you like him, ok? Because I really like him, but-”

“But you’re afraid your judgement might be off because you used to like Mark too?”

You sigh and simply answer, “Yes,” not even surprised anymore at how your brother put into words what you couldn’t.

There’s a sympathetic smile from your brother then, “He played all of us, ok? Jesus, Mom and Dad thought he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Sarah and I thought you guys would get married one day. So don’t even think about blaming yourself for that.”

“Hmm,”

“Listen, we’ll be there, ok? And I promise not to be too much of a dickhead.” His smile disappears then, replaced by a more serious look, “It means a lot that you value my opinion of him, so,” he nods, “I got your back.”

“Thanks,” you smile back at him. But it’s you two and you were never really good at the sentimental stuff so you all but shove him out of the car next, “Let’s get you inside, loser.”

Your first day back at work seems endless and your mailbox is so overflowing that it feels like you’ll never catch up, but once it’s six o’clock you’re almost done, only a couple of emails left, and you decided to call it quits for today. You head over to Lauren’s, who invited you over for dinner.

Letting yourself inside with the spare key she gave you, you find her in the kitchen, making the lasagna her Nonna used to make and you can feel your mouth start to water, remembering how good it tastes. You hug her from behind, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, “Hey, bestie.”

“Babe!” She greets you enthusiastically while stirring the sauce to make sure it doesn’t burn. “How’s Nathan?”

“Good,” you reply while you grab a wine glass from the cabinet and help yourself to a glass of white, while you top up her glass. “He’s at home, resting I hope. Probably bored out of his mind.”

“Hmm,” Lauren agrees as she tastes the sauce before she adds a little more salt. “And how’s Sebastian?”

“Good,” you reply again. “He’s in Romania now, I think.” You count the days in your head, “Yeah, Romania today and tomorrow and then they’re flying to somewhere in Asia on Friday.”

“Oh, to be the girlfriend of a celebrity,” Lauren sighs dramatically, but then she turns around and smiles at you, “You holding up ok?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “It’s weird. I mean, I’ve literally like what, known him for 24 hours in total? It just doesn’t make any sense when you think of it.”

“And why should it?” Lauren counters. “It feels good, right?”

“It does,” you agree.

“Well, that’s all that matters.”

“Tante!” Jake exclaims as he opens the front door.

“Hi, bud!” You give your nephew a hug and ruffle his hair, “How are you? How’s Dad?”

“Good!” Jake replies as he takes your hand and tugs you inside, “Come see the Lego I build!”

“In a minute, bud,” you say, letting go of his hand. “I’ll go say hi to Dad first ok?”

“Ok!”

You smile as you watch him bolt up the stairs to his room, happier than he’s been in a long time and you’re sure it is because his Dad’s out of the hospital and spending time with him at home. You make your way to the living room where you find your brother sprawled out on the couch, remote control in his hand, watching God knows what. You walk up to him and kiss his forehead, “Hi, loser.”

“You’re the loser,” he mumbles but he winks then and smiles. “How is my favorite sister?”

“I’m your only sister, Nathan,” you reply out of habit as you sit down in the chair next to him, but can’t help but laugh, “but I’m good. How are you?”

“Same old, same old,” he says with a dramatic sigh. He sits up then before he looks at you, “But I’m going crazy here. You have to help me!”

You laugh, shaking your head, “That bad, huh?”

“Daytime TV is so bad! You have no idea.” He points towards the TV, “Dr Phil, dude, wow. I, I can’t even.”

“When do you get to go back to work?”

“Monday,” Nathan says with a relieved smile, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so looking forward to it.”

“I’m sure Sarah does to,” you tease, “She deals with enough difficult patients at work and then she’s got you at home-”

Your brother is about to reply but it’s then your phone rings and you smile when you see “Mr. Smooth” flashing across the screen. You get up and tell your brother you’ll be right back before you answer as you walk out the back door and into the garden, “Hey, you.”

“Hi,” Sebastian says and you’re surprised at how tired he sounds.

“You ok?” you ask, worried now.

“Yeah, just a terrible jet lag from all the flying around,” he answers quietly.

“Where are you now?”

“Tokyo,”

You do the math quickly and realize it’s five in the morning over on his side of the world, “Couldn’t sleep anymore?”

“Nah,” he sighs. “What are you doing?”

“I’m over at Nathan’s. Sarah’s at work so I’m just checking up on him.” You lean against the back door, not sure you should say what you’re about to say next, but then deciding to throw caution in the wind, “I miss you.”

“Just a couple more days, sweetheart,” his voice is low and does things to you.

“I know,” you whisper.

“I like you,”

“I like you too,” you reply. “See you on Thursday.”

“I’ll be seeing you.”

Hugging the phone to your chest for a few seconds after he’s hung up you try to get your heart rate back to normal before you go back inside.

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel you’re starting to get impatient and your eyes keep darting from the clock on your dashboard to exit doors of the arrival hall, willing them to open with your boyfriend walking out of the airport.

Your boyfriend.

You can’t help but smile when you think back to the night you spent together, heat rising to your cheeks when you remember what you did and how much you can’t wait to do it again. Pulling up the texting app on your phone you read the last text Sebastian sent you:

Just landed. Can’t wait to see you. Exit E, right? -S

Looking at the clock again you see it’s been ten minutes since you parked the car and you are about to send Sebastian another text, asking him where he’s at, but then the doors open and even though the baseball cap he’s wearing and the way he keeps his head down shield most of his face, your hearts jumps because you just know it’s him.

You watch him round the car, putting his suitcase in the backseat before he gets into the passenger’s seat. You turn towards him and smile, “Hi,”

“Hi,” he replies, taking off his baseball cap before he leans in, his lips brushing against yours.

You part your lips almost on instinct, an involuntary moan escaping you as he pulls back and looks at you with a smirk. Shaking your head you decide you’ll make him pay for it later and focus on starting the car instead, pulling out of the parking spot and onto the road, heading home.

He lays his arm on your headrest then and runs his fingers through your ponytail, twirling strands of hair between his fingers, occasionally tugging on them gently. You bite your lip to keep from cursing at how good it feels but of course he knows, because your breathing has turned ragged and you’re holding onto the steering wheel just a little too tight. He unbuckles his seat belt then and almost immediately you feel his warm breath hitting your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses from just underneath your ear to the base of your throat.

Swallowing hard, you try to focus on the road, thanking whatever God their may be that there’s almost no traffic this time of night.

He moves closer then, kissing the corner of your mouth, his hand still in your hair, trying to take out the hair tie without getting it tangled up. The next kiss lands on your mouth and before you know it you’re kissing him back, turning your head ever so slightly to meet him, but your eyes never leaving the road. You smile into the kisses because he keeps pulling away, teasing you, and you keep finding him.

His eyes stay on you and you try your hardest to keep yours on the road, but God, he’s too much and an idea forms in your head when you see there’s a rest stop coming up. You put your blinker on and steer towards the exit, a self satisfied grin on your face. Sebastian looks at you in confusion when you pull over at the far end of the parking, where there are no other cars in sight, but you don’t give him any time to ask questions, already unbuckling your seat belt before you turn towards him and breathing a low, “We’re doing this now.”

You meet him halfway, sitting up as much as you can, your mouth crashing against his, your hands tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head before you shower his chest in kisses, quickly making your way down. His hands are in your hair again, pulling you up for another kiss, his teeth pulling on your lower lip, a need to the kiss that tells you he wants this just as much. You break contact just long enough to pull your own shirt off before you push him back against the passenger’s seat and straddle him, feeling his erection pressing against your already wet core. You grind down and a groan escapes him as his hands grab your hips, pushing you against him, his mouth finding yours again the stubble of his beard scratching your skin.

You fumble with the button of your jeans, arching your back, lifting yourself off of him to rid yourself of the piece of clothing, taking your soaked panties down with it. Your hands find the hem of his jeans and you undo the buttons before pushing down the fabric, your hand in his boxers now, taking out his already hard cock. You lick your lips at the sight of him and you run your thumb from the base to the tip, pumping a few times then to make him even harder.

He groans and tugs on your hips so that you’re now directly above him. He watches you through hooded lids as you lower yourself, taking him in slowly, not bothering with a condom because honestly, it never even crosses your mind to do so and you both got tested since last time, so you know you’re good.

You let out an involuntary shiver at how good it feels to have him fill you up and your mouth finds his, hands in his hair as you take him all the way in, staying still for just a second as you get used to him again. You rest your forehead against his, slowly grinding your hips, letting out a moan as he fills you up even more.

His hand slides in between you and starts rubbing your clit, which in turn makes you throw your head back as you start riding him for real, setting a steady pace that you know will get both of you there quickly. You feel his mouth on your nipple, gently biting and tugging and you can feel your release coming close, your voice barely a whisper when you say, “Seb, I’m- fuck!”

He releases your nipple, tongue licking his lips, “I know.” His fingers pinch your clit, a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you, his voice dangerously low when he says, “Come for me, sweetheart,”

It sends you right over the edge and you let out a loud, “Oh fuck,” as your orgasm washes over you. You feel his hands on your hips again as he helps you keep up the rhythm he needs to follow you. You lean forward, kissing his shoulder, gently dragging your teeth towards the base of his neck when you feel him tense up and you steady yourself, groaning at him, “ Let go, babe,”

He trusts harder then and you hear your name roll of his lips almost breathlessly as he releases himself inside of you. You bury your face in his neck, panting, and feel his hands caress your back as he holds you against him, whispering a quiet, “Fuck, sweetheart, I missed you,” in your ear.

“You sure you don’t need any help?” Sebastian asks, hands on your hips, his chin resting on shoulder as he watches you chop the potatoes.

“Very sure,” you reassure him, whimpering a little when he lets go of you. You smile as you hear him take out plates from the cabinet before he sets the table, still amazed at how easy it is between you two. Earlier today he admitted he feels very at home in your house, before shyly adding that he feels that way wherever he’s with you and it made your heart melt.

“Seb?” you ask, “Tell me you schedule again?”

He replies from the dining room, “Flying back to L.A. tomorrow, then back to New York on Wednesday.”

“Right,” you reply softly. You continue, louder then, so he can hear you, “How long are you staying in New York?”

“At least four weeks,” he says as he walks back into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. But of course you know, because this is what you’ve been meaning to ask ever since he came back. You take a deep breath in attempt to calm your nerves and look at him, “We have an office in New York at work, and I,” you hesitate, “I asked if maybe I could work from there every now and then and-”

“You want to come to New York with me?”

You’re not sure about his tone of voice and so you quietly add, “Yes. If that’s ok for you?” You try to smile, “I mean, if it’s too much or too soon, I totally get it, I just thought that maybe it would nice to spend some more time together, but-”

“It would be really nice,” he interrupts with a smile. Taking your hand in his to make you stop fumbling with the tea towel, he pulls you towards him, his lips on yours within seconds.

You throw your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.

“Ew!”

You pull back quickly, shocked to see Jake standing in your kitchen, a look of disgust on his face. His parents are right behind him, with Sarah smiling at you and Nathan making a gagging sound.

“Hi, bud!” you say a little too enthusiastically, straightening your dress even though it is not wrinkled whatsoever.

“Hi,” Jake replies with caution, his eyes darting between you and Sebastian. “Why were you kissing him?”

“Jake,” Sarah hisses, a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

Your brother just snickers, “Yeah, why were you kissing him, tante?”

“Why didn’t you just ring the doorbell like any normal person would?” you shoot back at your brother.

He shrugs, “Would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” He walks up to Sebastian then, holding out his hand, “Hi, I’m Nathan.”

“Sebastian,” he takes your brother’s hand and shakes it, before he introduces himself to Sarah and then gives Jake a high five.

“Why don’t I help you with dinner?” Sarah suggests, dropping her purse in the corner. She looks at Nathan, “Will you take Jake outside? Maybe offer Sebastian a beer while you’re at it?”

Nathan just nods before he grabs two beers and a juice pouch from the fridge, calling out for Jake to follow him.

You look at Sebastian, “Go! Sarah and I will finish up here.”

“I’ll go tell them dinner is ready,” Sarah offers.

You nod and watch as she makes her way outside, leaving you alone in the kitchen for a moment. You wonder if your brother has behaved himself and worry he might have been too harsh on Sebastian but then you hear laughter as they come inside, and see your brother smacking Sebastian’s arm in a playful manner and your instantly reassured.

Jake sits in between you and Sebastian at the table and you can tell he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the Winter Soldier is sitting next to him and apparently likes to kiss his aunt. You try to get something out of your brother during dinner by throwing him a few pointed looks, but he just shrugs and keeps eating.

"Tante?” Jake asks as you’re in the kitchen together, because you’ve asked him to help you serve dessert.

“Yeah, bud?”

“Dad told the Winter Soldier,” he hesitates then, before he corrects himself, “I mean, Sebastian. Dad told Sebastian that if he ever hurt you he would kick his ass.” He giggles when he says “ass” and it makes you laugh too.

“Well, it’s nice that Dad’s looking out for me, don’t you think?” And it really is. You remind yourself to thank Nathan later, because it tells you that he’s taken you seriously and did what he said he would do.

“Yeah,” Jake agrees. “I told Sebastian that you deserve to be happy.”

“Ah, thank you, bud,” you say as you give him a hug, “that means a lot.”

“So,” you draw out slowly as you finish the last of the dishes. “How was your talk with Sebastian?”

“Good,” Nathan simply answers.

You hit him with the tea towel and give him a pointed look, “And?”

“And,” Nathan mimics your tone with a grin, “He’s good people.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Nathan puts his arm around you and pulls you close, “but you knew that already, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” you agree, “I just wanted you to know as well.”

You wake up before Sebastian does and as you cuddle up to him you glance at the clock and see you still have three hours left before he has to leave. You don’t want to wake him, not really, but you also don’t want to spend the next couple of hours just cuddling and so you softly kiss his cheek, before you move down to his jaw, his chest next and then down to the hem of his boxers. You can’t help but smile when you see how his body reacts to your touch and there’s a moan escaping him when you cup him through the fabric. “Morning,” you say, looking at him from in between his legs.

He looks at you through hooded eyes, not fully understanding what is going on just yet but then you pull his boxers down and take him into your mouth and suddenly he’s wide awake, “Fuck, sweetheart,”

You hum contently, the vibrations instantly making him hard and this time you decide to just give him what he wants instead of taking it nice and slow. You set a steady pace, using both your hands and mouth, and it isn’t long before you feel his hand on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips, making you take all of him. He’s close and you hollow your cheeks, giving him the friction he needs to come.

After you’ve swallowed his cum you draw back slowly, kissing your way back up until you find his mouth. You smile against his lips, your hand still on his cock, stroking it languidly as your tongue traces his lips.

By the way he grabs you you can tell he’s about to roll you over, probably to return the favor and so you pull back, “No.”

He looks at you, surprised no doubt.

You just look back at him, whispering a quiet, “It’s about you today, Seb. Consider this my going-away present,” smiling when you feel his cock twitch in your hand.

#The Draw #Sebastian Stan Imagine #Harley Sunday x Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan x reader

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elenatria · 7 years ago

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Headcanons and fan fiction aside, what’s your personal opinion about Chris and Tom, both as individuals (what type of persons they are, how you think they come across) and their relationship with each other (whether it’s a genuine friendship, played up for cameras, well covered dislike, one sided friendship, etc.) Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I’m just curious :)

Well… I can’t possibly have an OBJECTIVE opinion on two individualswhom we only see in interviews, promo tours, press conferences and premieres.

But after reading/ watching interviews and having longdiscussions with my friends I’ll tell you my SUBJECTIVE opinion on how theycome across to me.

Part 1: Chris

Chris grew up in nature, his family moving all the time, and they werenever well-off. Chris always remembered his folks stressing over how they’dmake ends meet. His mother was a teacher so he learned to appreciate herprofession, at the same time he wasn’t a good student. He admits that hisbrothers are better than him at studying and reading books, plus he never went toan acting school, he’s self-taught and, with looks like his, who needs it,right? :-P But as soon as he started working he helped his parents pay offtheir house loan, it’s the least he could do.

From the way he’s so fidgety with everything he gets his hands on whilefilming (umbrellas in the Brisbane streets, hammers, Valkyrie’s sword) I mightsay he gets bored/distracted easily so he wants something to keep his handsbusy (so there might be traces of ADHD in there but AGAIN that’s just myspeculation - for all I know only Tom Holland has admitted he’s dyslexic). Kidswho are not good with books are usually good with sports or arts, and Chris is exactly that.

I believe that all that freedom, his ties with his family and growing upin nature made him the man he is, laid-back, warm and funny. Some of us believethat one of the reasons he uses self-deprecating humour so much is to prove tothe world (and the ladies) that he’s not just a piece of meat, he’s more thanmuscles and good looks. That he’s smart.

Plus I have a feeling he secretly (?) enjoys male attention as much asfemale attention. He might have a praise kink (I mean which actor doesn’t) andI’m sure he’s a major tease and a flirt with both men and women. However,although he doesn’t mind making heart eyes at his male co-stars, directors andinterviewers all the time (Anthony Mackie, Tom, Taika and Jimmy Fallon toname but a few), when people question his sexuality he’s firm like when a fanasked him to comment on Tom having seen him naked (after he was done joking hegave her a big fat “NO”) or during the IW premiere when he was asked to playfuck-marry-kill and he said “It would be weird because they’re all maleand I’m married”. So yeah, a major tease. :-P

He feels bad when his non-Marvel movies aren’t as successful as hisMarvel ones, at the same time he knows Marvel is a safe bet and he can go backto it whenever things aren’t going so well

Everyone says he’s a great friend, a person you can rely on, someoneyou’d like to go on an adventure with, and he can be endlessly silly. At thesame time he’s a serious and devoted family man.

Part 2: Tom

About Tom, apart from being one of the nicest people in the industry anda true gentleman, he seems to be very very sensitive. He always comes across asvery humble although he was the son of a chemist who was able to send him toEton, so admittedly he got a head start. His mother seems to descend fromartistocracy as well so maybe his aristocratic behaviour has something to dowith that. Of course one does not just go to Eton, and Tom was (and is) thestudious type. I’m sure he was one of the best students in class. He remembers everything, he’s good at memorizing stuff and he also wrotearticles for the Eton journal or something. The thing is that he was sent awayfrom home while his parents were divorcing and that must have been quitetraumatic to him as he himself admitted. Being away from home for months on endat the age of 13 while your family is falling apart isn’t easy.

It is said that he was very shy during his school years (maybe withgirls too) but acting helped him cope with his parents’ divorce (as well assome of his insecurities, I might add).

The tabloids like to call him ambitious, I’d rather call him aworkaholic who’s more devoted to his art than anything else. He has made manysacrifices to become who he is (he confessed he had a fall out with a goodfriend because he didn’t go to his wedding in order to not miss an audition)and I suspect his dedication to acting doesn’t allow him to commit to long-termrelationships.

As I read in his Esquire interview, “in the novel of The NightManager, Pine is described — here Hiddleston quotes — as “a perpetualescapee from emotional entanglement, a collector of other people’s languages, aself-exiled creature of the night, and a sailor without a destination. I readthat to my sisters and they said, ‘It’s you!’” You may draw your own conclusions from that.

My personal (and very subjective) opinion is that he talks abouthumility a lot but in reality he knows he’s good at what he does, there’s no hiding that.

Plus he has developped a very complicated relationship with the fans andthe media despite himself. His enthusiastic nature, impulsiveness and eagernessto please, as well as his worry to “not miss a chance, not lose anopportunity, to not regret not doing something” perhaps pushed him to be tooopen. I believe he gave too much too soon to the media and the crowds, and thestudios and PR people endorsed that behaviour. I don’t know if they shouldhave “protected” him as some people say but I do believe he was somewhatnaive, trusting people more than they deserved. Because he always had the bestintentions, and perhaps he thought people were the same.

He’s a tease as well, and he relished every moment of his success asLoki. I think he might be a bit insecure deep down but when he puts on thetrickster costume all his insecurities fade away. I do believe that with Tomand Loki we have a clear case of Ego (who he is) and Supergo (his ideal self). WithLoki he lets go, he’s free to be sassy, chaotic, irreverent. In real life he’svery reserved, diplomatic, polite. Maybe with Loki he finds some kind offreedom and confidence that he normally doesn’t allow himself to have.

He used to care too much about what people think of him but I think he’spast that now, I think he’s grown a thicker skin after he saw how ungratefuland canniballistic people can be.

I also believe, after months of speculation, that his feelings for TS weregenuine but his own insecurities matched with her entitled behaviour left himdisillusioned and heartbroken.

Part 3: Hiddlesworth

I’ve said this before, I don’t think they’re each other’s bestestfriend. They can’t, they live in different continents plus they have very differentpesonalities and lives (Chris is married with kids, Tom doesn’t have a familyof his own yet and that, sadly, sets people apart). Tommentions “his best friend” a lot but that’s not Chris, otherwise he’d justsay “Chris”.

Also people like to say that Tom is more fond of Chris than Chris ofTom, and that, imho, is -wait for it- BS. Tom is always always prone to overshare, even Tom Holland himself said before Tom arrived atthe Shanghai press conference that he likes to talk.

Tom likes to describe even the glacier and the volcanic soil he andChris walked on while filming in Iceland so yeah, every in-depth interview hegives is like writing an essay.

Chris, on the other hand, won’t reveal “the deep dark places inside him”to directors who try to bring out “the unseen Chris” because he believesthat stuff is personal and no director has the right to know, just to extract aperformance from him. So why open up to interviewers, right? Plus he’s notoverly sentimental with his own wife, he doesn’t write elaborate love letterson how and why he loves her, let alone open up about his friendship with Tom tocomplete strangers.

I believe that Tom is a bit more sentimental and needy than Chris andmaybe maybe his insecurities are soothed by Chris’ light-hearted nature; let’s notforget that what we have here is a boy from a broken family and a boy whosefamily stuck together. Tom has his own family of course, his sisters, but henever had a brother so who knows if he sees in Chris’ relationship with hisbrothers something he doesn’t have. A sense of belonging and “complicity” perhaps?

I don’t think their friendship is played up for the cameras, no, whywould it be?

There’s no doubt Marvel used their chemistry to promote theirfilms with the help of the Hiddlesworth bromance but c’mon, just because their friendship is public that doesn’t mean it’s not private as well.

And no, I don’t think it’s one-sided at all.

#chris hemsworth #tom hiddleston #hiddlesworth #infinity war #avengers #loki

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de-boeldieu · 7 years ago

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My Aviation Films List

I know some of you might be wondering why I did this to myself, and the answer is simple; I’m bored and I like movies, and I stumbled across so many films that I felt it was my duty to watch some regardless of quality. Oh boy did this prove to be a challenge.

There were a total of 22 movies on the list. Two films I was unable to watch Journey Together ( 1945 ) (anything on the film seemed to be lost, unfortunately), and a 30 minute Hitchcock French propaganda short called Bon Voyage ( 1944 ) (version I watched was slightly screwed up, and some of the English subtitles were translated incorrectly).

However, I was able to watch every other film on the list! Granted, completing this took a LOT longer than I anticipated.

I’m not quite sure how I should go about writing, but I suppose I will rank each film to my own personal opinions of what they were like, with a brief summary, and any small notes I had whilst watching. If you’d like a more in depth summary or any additional details I had while watching the film, ask me, or look the name up if it interests you.

Also I’d just like to say THANK YOU SO MUCH to anyone who takes the time to read some of these. You’re ace.

In order, from my favorite to least favorite:

1. La Grande Illusion ( 1937 )

Oooh my god you guys, this film made me cry so hard. Trust me, the dramatic music on the title card is there for a reason. A French film set in WWI, where French pilots get captured and sent to German POW camps where they make attempts to escape. It also has low key socialist sentiments. Some parts are a little cheesy because it’s a 30s film, but still amazing.

The only thing I was not terribly fond of was the last half hour or so, just really wasn’t my thing. But overall? Absolutely brilliant.

2. Dark Blue World ( 2001 )

A Czech film about two WWII Czech RAF pilots and their friendship, both loving the same woman. This one will also make you cry. Really beautiful film.

I was super worried that the romance in it was just sort of going to be thrust in there, but it certainly was not. Drama was great and all the characters were super memorable and had their own personalities. Highly recommend this one.

3. Riders In The Sky ( 1968 )

Another Czech film about WWII Czech RAF pilots. About the dynamic between a bomber crew and how they cope with the war, and the Battle of Britain. It’s adorable and I highly recommend this one too.

4. Into The White ( 2010 )

A Norwegian movie based on the story of how an RAF bomber crew and a Luftwaffe bomber crew both get shot down in the middle of Norway, and then had to learn to get along and work together to survive. What a wonderful film. Some parts can be predictable, but as a whole good. An interesting character study. Also it gets bonus points from me because it has a ginger, Scottish RAF Air gunner.

5. Wings ( 1927 )

A VERY long silent film. Takes place during WWI, two American fighter pilots, both in love with the same girl, and another girl is in love (requited) with one of them. About their rivalry and friendship, and how they deal with training and the war. The training scenes were delightful. I was worried I was going to get bored, but it was actually super excellent (and sad too). The camera work was brilliant and the musical score was amazing. It also has the first ever on-screen same-sex kiss. A really great film, even if silent films aren’t your thing, there’s SO much drama in this one. If you already love silent films, you will adore this movie, but I’d recommend it to most anyone.

6. The Dawn Patrol ( 1930 ) & ( 1938 )

About an RFC commander during WWI, who is distraught over casualties, an RFC captain, and his friend. The captain lashes out at the commander over the casualties as well after the death of a friend. Eventually the captain replaces the commander and starts to understand the stress of the job the previous major had, as his friend begins to lash out at him.

I thought it was an interesting take on both the pilots and the authorities in the RFC during the war. Both provided interesting perspectives.

I can tell you right now, unless you’re dedicated like I am, the 1938 version of The Dawn Patrol is MUCH better than the 1930 one. I’d recommend watching that version, if this movie interests you.

7. The One That Got Away ( 1957 )

About the only Luftwaffe pilot to ever escape from British POW camps. Usually I’m very wary of films that have WWII German characters, but this was very well written and remained predominantly neutral through the whole thing. Lots of clever escapes. If you like Luftwaffe pilots, escape films, and / or old movies, you will adore this film.

8. The Dam Busters ( 1955 )

A damn fine film. About the invention of the RAF “bouncing bomb” used to destroy German dams in WWII, and the RAF Squadron that flew the Lancasters to drop them. The writer of the movie was R.C. Sheriff, the original author of the play Journey’s End. Really enjoyed every aspect of the movie, my only complaint is that it was dreadfully long. Overall, a good movie, if this sort of thing interests you.

9. One Of Our Aircraft Is Missing ( 1942 )

Hands down the most intense opening scenes I had watched in any of these movies. About an RAF bomber getting shot down over Nazi occupied Holland, and they have to escape to England without being caught.

I remember being really engaged in this movie and I quite enjoyed the witty British banter. A good movie, if you like old ones.

10. La Grande Vadrouille ( 1966 )

A French WWII war comedy film about two Frenchmen who help a British bomber crew who crashed in France escape to Britain. Very strange? But also funny? But also a little dated but also incredibly hilarious? I was just really intrigued by it honestly. Reminded me of a few Monty Python sketches, despite this film being made years prior. You will either really enjoy it or not at all, but if it interests you, I’d recommend giving it a watch.

11. The Eagle And The Hawk ( 1933 )

Takes place in WWI and is about two American pilots, and various other ones, and how the war affects them, some more than others. I remember this movie surprising me quite a lot, which I think is good for a war film dealing with the sudden deaths of your comrades. Good movie, although not as well executed as The Dawn Patrol.

12. Reach For The Sky ( 1956 )

This one is LONG. About Douglas Bader, pretty much. A cute film though. You will like it if Bader or famous World War aces are your cup of tea.

13. Aces High ( 1976 )

So this movie was based off Journey’s End, except with aeroplanes. It also draws from Sagittarius Rising by Cecil Lewis (a book I’ve been meaning to find and read). If you know the plot of that play (and now more recently a movie), you will know the plot of this movie, except the names are changed. It’s a character study of three RFC pilots during WWI and the life expectancy of “Green pilots” AKA newly trained pilots.

Was a cute movie, not as good as the Journey’s End film from this year however. A lot of awkward silences and I really didn’t understand why? There was also a L’Armée de L’Air Officer who was having NONE of the British banter.

But if you liked Journey’s End and wished there were more pilots then you will enjoy it. The movie might be an interesting watch for those of you who are fans of the original play and / or movie as well.

14. The First Of The Few ( 1942 ), also titled The Spitfire

About the invention of the Spitfire fighter plane. Good if you’re really into aviation. Really liked the witty banter, however.

15. Johnny In The Clouds ( 1945 ), also titled The Way To The Stars

A romance drama. Takes place during WWII in Britain. Initially about two RAF pilots, one married and the other one with a girlfriend that he goes through a serious of hardships with. Then the 8th USAAF come, then it’s about two USAAF pilots and one RAF one, and the widowed wife. One of the USAAF pilots looks and acts like a Tarantino character. Really boring until the Americans come. I’d recommend this to people who like period romances and dramas, but the cultural stuff between the Brits and Americans was pretty good. An alright movie that takes a little bit to get into.

16. Memphis Belle ( 1990 )

REALLY CHEESY. About 8th USAAF in Britain, the bomber crew of the B-17, Memphis Belle. Except it’s not actually the crew, it’s just characters based on them. I remember the dialogue being cheesy, but still somehow better than Flyboys. Also felt pretty entertained the entire thing. A nice detail I liked was that all the bomber crew had their own individually painted A-2 jackets. Characteristic of mostly American bomber crews, and I thought that was a unique touch.

If you like cheesy, feel-good, American WWII movies, you will really like this film.

17. The Red Baron ( 2008 )

About Manfred von Richthofen. Not super accurate, but a decent amount of research done. I remember it being boring, but some of the camera shots were beautiful, looked like paintings. Boring though.

18. Angels One Five ( 1952 )

About an RAF Squadron during the Battle of Britain, except it’s more about the superior officers in that Squadron rather than the pilots. Boring, but the camera work was super high quality for a 50s film? There’s a scene where a Hurricane crashes into a base home. But mostly just officers talking and ordering folks around.

19. Twelve O’Clock High ( 1949 )

Incredibly dull and boring. Nothing but USAAF generals talking, then a bomber scene that was also boring. Flat, bland, and uninspired camerawork. Would not recommend.

20. Flyboys ( 2005 )

I’m sure many of you lads have seen my rant on this film. It’s an ugly, awful, waste of film. I can’t describe the plot of the movie, because there really isn’t one, except that a group of American volunteer pilots, called the Lafayette Escadrille, go to war. That’s it.

I found myself either laughing or yelling at the absolute ridiculousness of this film. It’s dreadful, but depending on your sense of humor, it’s VERY entertaining.

Would recommend watching it drunk, for an even more enhanced experience. I’d also suggest it if bad, horribly inaccurate, and ridiculously American action movies are your thing, you’ll have an absolute blast.

Thank you so much if you took any time to read even just one of these. I super appreciate it, this list was loads of fun and a rollercoaster of emotions. Thank you to those of you who enjoyed hearing my ranting about these bloody things.

#AHHHHH ITS DONE LADS #FINALLY #its been MONTHS im so sorry #what a fantastic journey this has been #i am not a critic these are just my opinions!#anyways i hope this was at least a very interesting read #c’est moi

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skywalker-3-1-7 · 7 years ago

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The Walmart Debacle: A Spider-Man One-Shot

Genre: Comedy, Humor, Adventure

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle “MJ” Jones, Karen

Pairings: Peter Parker/Michelle “MJ” Jones

(***first installment in series***)

Spider-Man. That's me. I'm Spider-Man. Which is cool and all, but it's not a huge help when it comes to American History.

"Why does it matter what year Benedict Armstrong defected?" I groaned, slamming my textbook shut and tossing it carelessly onto my bedroom floor. Ned, perched on the bottom bunk of the bedset, threw me a dirty glare, shaking his head in disapproval as I hung from the ceiling listlessly.

"It's Benedict Arnold," he corrected, setting down his stack of notes. "And Peter, you need to study if you're going to pass finals next week. You're barely getting by in History."

"I've had more important things to do," I mumbled.

"Oh," Ned retorted. "Like that ATM robbery the other week where you almost stopped the cops from getting the guy?"

"Besides that."

"Or the time three days ago when you skipped third period because you were convinced the janitor was dealing drugs, but he was actually just having an affair with Mrs. Johnston?"

"Hey, he looked fishy," I exclaimed indignantly.

"I think the world can do without Spider-Man for a few days," Ned replied, his gaze growing more serious. "Besides, I thought May went all psycho-aunt after finding out and grounded you or something."

"That was months ago," I said. "And Mr. Stark took her out to a nice dinner and explained the whole thing, talked some sense into her, you know. Everything's cool now. Except I can't be out past 11, but other than that."

"Wow," Ned murmured sardonically. "A superhero with a curfew. Better hope all the ATM robbers don't find out." I frowned, then snatched an empty soda can from my bedside table with a web, chucking it at Ned's head while he chuckled to himself. Slipping down to the floor, I strode to the window and parted the curtains, peering outside.

"I just don't wanna miss anything," I said quietly.

"You won't," Ned assured me, shifting on the bottom bunk. "Now come on, let's go over the Revolutionary War again." I sighed heavily, running a hand through my dark hair.

"Alri -"

Before I could finish, I was interrupted by an alarm ringing loudly from my computer. Leaping across the room in a single bound, I clicked excitedly until I discovered the source of the alarm.

"There's an armed robbery at the Wal-Mart ten blocks from here," I practically shouted. "It looks like they have a hostage!"

"Peter, it's Tuesday," Ned said with an exaggerated yawn. "Can we let the police handle it for once?"

"I gotta go, Ned," I argued, tossing him an earpiece as I stripped out of my t-shirt and sweatpants. "Besides, if you didn't want me doing this kind of stuff, you shouldn't have helped me hack into the emergency dispatch network."

"Fair point," Ned relented, abandoning the stack of books beside of him and sauntering over to the computer, where he took a seat and began clicking away.

"Thanks, bro," I murmured, smiling appreciatively as I dawned my suit. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I slipped the mask over my head, and a soft, familiar voice filled my ears.

"Good evening, Peter."

"Hey, Karen," I mumbled, giving Ned one final nod as I slid open the window and darted outside.

"A little close to curfew, aren't we?" said Karen as I propelled myself across the street.

"I have 37 minutes," I protested, slinging my body across another block as a long web shot from my wrist. "Plenty of time for a robbery and hostage situation."

"Shall I replay some audio from the last time you missed curfew?" Karen queried. There was a crackle, and then my head was suddenly slammed with the sound of Aunt May yelling nonsensically.

"Okay, okay, I get the picture," I grumbled, and Karen promptly shut off the noise.

"I'm with you on this one, Karen," came Ned's voice over the comm.

"You know," I said, "You guys could try being encouraging."

"Don't die out there, buddy," was Ned's response.

"I echo Mr. Leed's sentiments," Karen added.

Grunting to myself, I closed the distance between myself and the approaching Wal-Mart. At last, I reached the roof. Glancing to the streets below, I spotted a squadron of police cars gathering by the entrance. A swarm of cops were standing by, talking into their walkies and swaggering about with their guns bared.

"Any word from the police channels?" I asked, pressing a finger to my ear.

"There are three men and one woman, all of them armed," Karen answered. "They're in the back of the store in the electronics section."

"Okay," I mumbled to myself. "Not too bad. How many hostages?"

"Two," said Karen. "An employee and a civilian. There's a ventilation shaft fifty feet behind you, which will take you close to the electronics section."

"Thanks Karen," I replied, sprinting across the rooftop to the top of the shaft.

Removing the metal plate on top took a minute or so, then I carefully crawled down the shaft. It was cold, to say the least, and I shivered underneath my suit.

"Your body temperature is decreasing rapidly, Peter." Karen remarked. "Shall I activate the suit's heating system?"

"Yeah, th-that'd be great," I responded through chattering teeth. A rush of warmth began to seep into my skin, and I blinked, clearing my focus as I neared the end of the tunnel.

Popping my head into the open, I gazed down to find myself directly above the children's clothing. No customers in sight. Relief flowed through my veins, and I crawled into the high rafters of the ceiling with a boost of confidence.

Across from the clothing lay the electronics. As I navigated towards the section, moving carefully across the rafters, trepidation began to sink into my heart. I picked up the sounds of shouting, and I strained my ears to listen in. Peaking in between the rafters, I noticed a group of four, all dressed in black and wearing ski masks. Two, a man and a woman, were carrying rifles, while the others bore pistols. On the floor between the four of them sat the hostages.

"I've got eyes on the hostages," I murmured.

"What's it look like in there?" Ned asked. I glanced over the two hostages. There was a middle-aged, red-haired man wearing a Wal-Mart uniform, and a young girl with curly black hair and a familiar jacket. I squinted, peering closer at the girl.

My heart stopped.

"Oh no..." I said. "No no no...'

"What is it?" Ned inquired, his voice spiked with panic.

"It's her, Ned," I replied in a rushed tone as terror shot through every inch of my body.

"Who?" Ned shouted. "Please tell me it's Jennifer Lawrence. That would be so hot."

"It's MJ!" I hissed, my voice starting to tremble.

"Michelle?" Ned screeched. "Are you kidding me?"

"What do I do?!" I asked to no one in particular.

"Well you can't let her die!" Ned answered. "She's the Decathlon Captain! We'll suck without her, and I need to get in as many extracurriculars as I can."

"Although Mr. Leed's priorities are a bit skewed," Karen broke in, "I agree that you should offer your assistance as soon as possible in ending this dilemma."

"Alright," I whispered. "I"m going in."

I sneaked noiselessly across the rafters, drawing ever closer. I could feel sweat dripping down my forehead underneath my suit, although I wasn't sure if it was from the heating system, or the pressure that had suddenly crashed into my pounding skull. As I paused directly above MJ and the rest, I finally caught on to the words of her captors.

"The cops are gonna storm this place any second," the woman was saying in a nervous tone, her words muffled ever so slightly underneath her mask. "We should just go. We'll get enough cash with all these devices." My eyes swung to the left, and I realized the man and woman with the rifles were both hefting large, bulging bags across their backs.

"That idiot manager will be back with the money from the safe in a minute, Cat," one of the men with a pistol growled. He suddenly reached towards MJ, grabbing the collar of her jacket and yanking her backward. Her face was etched in fear, but she remained silent as he jammed the business end of his pistol against the side of her head. "And if he plays any tricks, then we'll give these tiles a makeover with the girl's brains. I think red would add a nice bit of color, don't you think?" A wave of anger shot through my body like fuel as the man and his cronies burst into laughter, and MJ squirmed uncomfortably. Without another thought, I swung silently from the rafters, hovering just a few sparse inches above the man's head.

"If you ask me, I think yellow would be a better choice," I said, struggling to keep my voice calm.

The man whirled around, and was greeted with a thick web splattered across his face. Squealing like a newborn piglet, he began scraping away the webbing. I launched an aggressive kick into his stomach, sending hims sprawling to the floor, his gun clattering loudly onto the tiles.

"Then again," I continued, shrugging nonchalantly as the other three turned towards me. "I'm not much of an interior designer."

In the blink of an eye, the men sprung towards me while the woman attempted to gather the bags of stolen goods and keep a gun trained on MJ. Still dangling from the ceiling with one arm, I kicked off from a nearby stand, then shot a web around the two men as I spun in a tight circle around them. Stuck together, they shouted angrily as I snatched their weapons and deposited them by the first man's pistol.

Wal-Mart Man was making a run for it, and the woman let the employee run into the clothing section as she struggled to carry both of the massive bags while forcing MJ alongside of her.

"Hey!" I shouted, latching a web onto a pillar just ahead of them. "Why don't you try these electronics!" As I swung past, Karen switched to a personal favorite web-combination of ours, and I zapped the woman directly in the back. Electric tendrils zig-zagged across her torso, and she burst into a fit of convulsions, collapsing to the ground. "Yeah!" I exclaimed ecstatically, pumping a fist into the air in celebration.

Then, I face-planted into the pillar. Not my best moment, I admit. I slid to the floor, my face flaming brighter than the outside of my suit.

"Wow," an all-too familiar voice said from behind me as I picked myself off of the tiled floor. "So graceful." I gulped, trying to look casual as I spun around to see MJ dusting herself off.

"Are you ok?" I asked, my embarrassment forgotten as I noticed a bruise already swelling on the side of her face. I started forward, then stopped myself, clenching my fists as I cleared my throat. "I mean, they didn't harm you?"

"You could at least try not to sound like a prepubescent, Peter," Ned's voice teased in my ear.

"Nothing serious," MJ answered, crossing her arms over her chest as she studied me through narrowed eyes. "Do you remember me, Spider-Man?" she queried, her tone almost taunting. "D.C.? Washington Monument?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, pretending to appear shocked.

"Oh, D.C.," I said, chuckling lightly and waving the comment away. "Yeah, that was... that was nothing, really. Glad to do it."

"Um-hmm," MJ murmured, raising an eyebrow. "Well, you should really be going before the cops get here."

"Right, yeah," I replied, glancing upwards towards the rafters, shooting a web to the nearest beam. "Have a nice night M-" I coughed, correcting myself. "M-Ma'am. Have a nice night, ma'am."

"Hey," MJ called after me as I raised myself into the air towards the ceiling. "Thanks," she said, and I glanced down in time to see a rare smile light up her face.

"Y-yeah, no problem," I stammered, giving her a thumbs-up before scurrying back up to the rafters.

My heart slammed in my chest as the leftover adrenaline pumped through my blood.

"Sounding a little nervous there, Pete," Ned commented through the earpiece. "Don't get me wrong, she's cute and all -"

"Shut up, Ned," I riposted. "MJ's a friend. I... I just didn't want her to get hurt."

"Uh-huh," was Ned's response. I rolled my eyes, and didn't say anything else for the remainder of the journey back home. I re-entered my room through the window just as the clock struck 11 o'clock.

And thus another night as Spider-Man came to a close.

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Oh wise vintagegeekculture, might I ask your opinion on Michael Moorcock's essay "Epic Pooh"?

I am American as all-get-out. Stranger Things is practically a documentary about my rural childhood;there were a million little sense memory triggers in that series for me. Sothere is probably a cultural context to that very very English essay thatdiscusses a very very English relationship to lulling sentimentality and class and the countryside that I willfully concede that I am simply not grasping. The English seem tothink entirely in terms of debating sentimental imagery: “Mother London” vs.the “Ploughman’s Lunch” and “Little Britain.” Althought it is a serious issue,listening to British debates on Brexit often felt like hearing to the “Darmokand Jalad at Tanagra” aliens from TNG having a loud argument about who’s Momloves them more.

But…from my perspectiveas an outsider and foreigner, I think the general point Moorcock makes iscorrect: Fantasy was created by men like Tolkien and Lord Dunsany who wereviolently hostile to the modern world and so their work very studiously avoidedtalking about the modern world except in opposition to it (for instance, theonly person to push industrialization and scouring the countryside is anasshole wizard; the only person who talks like T.S. Elliot’s Londoners is the despicableSméagol). Lord Dunsany was a great writer, but seems like a thin-bloodedaristocrat, like a Brit Ashley Wilkes from GoneWith the Wind, who even in the 1970s, wrotehis stories with a quill pen and wore an ascot tie to book readings.

Moorcock is right whenhe says that fantasy often avoids reflecting the world around us, and thatbeing overly sentimental about the past serves the interest of reactionaries(note that he did not call Tolkien and Dunsany and the rest reactionaries…atleast in a way that was visible in their work – he did say that about Adams andLewis though). The most important quote in that essay is “Ideally fiction should offer us escape and force us, at least, to askquestions; it should provide a release from anxiety but give us some insightinto the causes of anxiety.” I mean, fantasy as a genre was so detachedfrom “real world” issues that when someone like Tad Williams started to includesomething as fundamental as economics into his fantasy worlds starting in the1980s, people treated him like a total genius (Which Tad Williams IS,incidentally - these days, people only really know Tad Williams, if they knowhim at all, as the inspiration for George R.R. Martin’s Game of Thrones).

One of the great themesof Moorcock’s work is the way that authoritarians use sentimental imagery ofthe past to manipulate people. If you read Epic Pooh, also read his other book,“The Dreamthief’s Daughter,” the opening third to half is set in Nazi Germany.It’s actually more helpful to understand the point of this essay to read “Dreamthief’sDaughter,” since, in the words of Francois Truffaut, “the only way to critiquea movie properly is to make another movie.” Dreamthief’s Daughter starts with a“Good German,” von Bek, who is horrified that his Germany was taken over byNazism, how they replace “self respect with a kind of strutting self-esteem.”At one point, our hero has to hide in the German countryside, and he mentionshow sinister the small storybook German towns he passes through seem, romanticized by fascists after Hitlercame to power, as they were pushed front and center as the “true Germany.”

Of all the books everwritten about the Nazis and arch-reactionaries, Moorcock gets it the most rightin “Dreamthief’s Daughter.” They were boring failsons, not supervillains.Rudolf Hess was described as the most irritating person to sit next to on thebus to a con and who believed magic and ghosts were real; von Bek said that “inmy many adventures, I showed true courage only once: in not throwing RudolfHess out of my car.” Von Bek’s comments on Hitler himself: “An evening withHitler was like an evening with an extremely boring maiden aunt.” He was alsothe first person I can think of to point out how reactionary fascists oftenhave really bad taste, too: drawing imagery from bad comic operas and Americanmovies about Rome. That last bit should be all too familiar to people whonotice how many American reactionaries love the hell out of the movie 300 (amovie I really like too, incidentally, but it’s okay to enjoy something if you understand it).

Also, “Dreamthief’sDaughter” had a great finale: imagine a flight of dragons coming out to fight theBattle of Britain.

The point, that fantasycan be infantilizing, is a good point, but Moorcock is the weirdestpossible person on the face of the earth to make it. Moorcock got famous bywriting about brooding angsty albinos who cry all the time for the benefit ofteenage heavy metal fans and dungeon masters in Reeboks. I love his stuff but that’s who he is,that’s the stuff that pays his mortgage, that’s his audience. His stuff is good but it reminds me ofthose White Wolf games in the 1990s that look silly and dated in retrospectbecause they trowel on the angst and transgression and put on airs (White Wolf,incidentally, was named after Moorcock’s greatest hero, Elric the White Wolf…andin the 1990s, White Wolf’s publishing arm dedicated itself to reprinting someof Moorcock’s less widely seen novels, a service for which I thank them verymuch). I am actually legitimately surprised that Moorcock never wrote a “sad sexy vampire” novel. God, can you imagine the kind of satire that the anarchic MAD magazine of the 50s would do of the Elric stuff? Elric screaming his soul is black at the breakfast table, while threatening to kill himself over a hangnail.

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Coffee Run

Set after Family of Rogues and S1 of Legends of Tomorrow.

Lisa rushed into Jitters and waited around lazily at the counter. She really needed to get away from her idiot brother and his even more stupid partner. She could't believe that she came back to the warehouse after driving around the state and what did she find? Nothing and no one. Leonard left a note telling her not to do any big heists without them. And explained that he and Mick going on a time traveling mission without her. She honestly thought they would include her in more stuff since she joined them and broke them out of prison. But Leonard thought this one was "too dangerous" for her. "Who the hell does he think he is?!" Lisa thought angrily. She wasn't some little kid anymore, frankly she had never really been a kid. She had learned to handle herself since she was 7 years old. How to avoid questions from "helpful" adults and teachers, how to punch someone, how to make dinner for herself when Lewis was too drunk or didn't bother to come home that night. Do it yourself or starve by yourself. That's what she learned. She had been so excited to join her brother and Mick in all their heists together, the thrill of going on the run, the money she would get, the absolute pride when she took a diamond encrusted watch that would feed her for years from the wrist of another smarmy yuppy guy that she met at a club. Oh yes, life in the bad lane was good. Now the two were leaving her, telling her to not do anything "dangerous." She would show them- maybe she was going to go steal from the race track again- No she was going to crash the White House! That would show them. She knew she had secretly disappointed her brother when she asked to join him instead of going to collage and getting a degree. He always said that he wanted her to do better, but learning had never been Lisa's style. Besides wherever Len went, she tended to follow. A habit that remained from her younger years when she would follow Lenny around to avoid Lewis. She glanced around the store. So cheery and slightly boring with it's clear-cut walls that reminded her of a duller colored version of Starbucks. Normally she would have headed over to Saints & Sinners or another store for a pack of alcoholic drinks but she decided she wasn't going to add drunken stupidity to the mess of feelings she had at the moment. She needed to think and stew about what Leonard and Mick did to her. Then plan how she was going to roast them for leaving her when they came back. She was still glowering about it when a long-haired latino boy entered the coffee shop. "Cisco Ramon," Lisa smirked. She remembered him fondly. He had been rather cute when she was lying to him before his kidnapping, and he held a certain charm that Lisa couldn't help but smile at. Then there had been the whole thing with her father. She really appreciated what he did for her. Saving her life, and Lenny's life and everything. Never had anyone done so much for her that didn't expect anything in return. It was so different but oddly enough, it made her feel sentimental towards him. Then the kiss goodbye was especially satisfying. She never thought that such a dork like him could be a strong kisser. He wrestled her tongue forcefully as if there was nothing else he wanted and that just made her want to pull him closer. Make the kiss never end. "Hell-O, Cisco" Lisa purred, sidling up to him in line. "Oh Lisa, I didn't know, I mean I didn't think you would still be, you're back um...um hi." Cisco squeaked, obviously rattled by her sudden appearance and deciding whether or not to trust her. "Thought I was still out of town? Well I'm back." She smiled, deciding to screw with him, "I came for you, Ramon." "Really?" His conflicted face giving way to blushing with the flattery. He looked so pleased that Lisa almost hated to burst his bubble. Almost. "Well, technically I came to pull off some more cons, but you were a stop I was planning to make too." Lisa said, as the barista called up her order. "More cons? But I though that Captain Cold and Heatwave.." He trailed off when he saw her glare, "You're all alone here?" "Not all alone. Just temporarily in charge of stealing everything from Central while they go do whatever they're doing." Lisa mumbled, taking a sip of decaf. "Go time traveling with Rip." Cisco offered. "Yeah, that." Lisa rolled her eyes. "I get it. My girlfriend, well my ex-girlfriend Kendra also left to join them." Lisa raised an eyebrow at that sentence, "Girlfriend? Why Cisco, have you've been holding out on me?" Lisa grinned, imagining what goods he must be hiding under the covers. Cisco blushed furiously, "We're in public, Lisa!" "I see.....Can't you at least give me an estimate?" She chewed her lip, stifling a snort at his horrified expression of embarrassment. "No!" Cisco said a little too loudly, drawing harsh looks from two of the tables near them. "Guess I'll find out myself." Lisa finished, earning another embarrassed glance from Cisco as he looked to see if anyone was actually listening to their scandalous conversation. Deciding to let him off the hook, she moved to another topic, "So what's so special about this ex?" "Kendra? There's so much about her. She is really sweet, and into nature, and she just moved here and she has the best sense of humor. She actually quotes Star Wars movies!" Cisco started to ramble on with a breathless sigh that belonged to so many cliche lovebirds. Lisa put a finger to his lips, silencing him, "I meant why was she chosen to go on the mission?" She felt a little twinge of jealousy when he started listing all the things he liked about his ex. She could be sweet if she was in the right mood, and she knew Star Wars quotes. She didn't know them voluntarily, but what girl would like Star Wars voluntarily? This Kendra probably just googled the quotes to impress him. "Oh can't really say. Flash stuff" Cisco replied. "Oh so you have to really be close with the Flash to get on the mission." Lisa mumbled. She guessed her brother fit the bill, Lenny knew his identity and everything. Still it was unfair, she wanted to tangle with the big guns for once. "You must wish you could join him." Cisco nodded with that nonjudgemental understanding look that Lisa had grown to treasure after she had talked bout her father. "Just to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Maybe steal something worthwhile." Lisa said. She wished it hadn't happened so soon. she still wanted to talk to Leonard about killing their father, and it had only been a few months since she started helping him with thefts. She really did want to spend time with him. Make up for those years he took care of her by being a useful partner that he could respect. "You know if you ever..want to..like if you have nothing else to do..um you can stop by the lab. I always need a movie buddy." Cisco suggested. His eyes looked at her sincerely, and she could tell that he meant it as an honest invitation. Not just to get into her pants like so many other guys. "I would like that, I'll think about it." Lisa said. They sipped their coffee in companionable silence as they leaned on the counter. Suddenly Cisco's phone ranged loudly with some techno beat and he almost dropped his coffee. "Yeah uh huh no way! Got it, on my own" Cisco nodded intently from his side of their phone conversation looking serious and slightly worried. He turned it off and chugged the rest of his drink. "Well duty calls." He nodded to her as he started to walk out the door. Lisa decided to make her decision now while he was still in the shop, less of a chance for her to start stewing about the stupid time traveling thing again. "Hey Cisco!" She shouted as he was about to close the door behind him, "I'll see you Saturday." She waved her cup of coffee and saw a genuine smile replace his worried frown. "Great meet you at the Lab." He called and raced off. Lisa sipped her coffee again, noticing that it tasted sweeter. Satisfied, she dumped it in the trash and walked out. There was no time to give too much thought to her brother and Mick. Maybe an hour or two. But then she would have to get a head start on finding an outfit for her date. She desperately needed to steal some new jewelry. She was so glad that she chose to get coffee today.

#goldenvibe #cisco ramon #lisa snart #the flash #my fanfic

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shinakazami1 · 7 years ago

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DEPONIA HEADCANONS - PART 1[/?]

If there will be a headcanon that has some major spoilers, I will write "*SPOILER*" before it (at least try to before all of them)

Anyone who would want to talk about their/ my headcanons, I'm always open!

Characters in chronological order: Rufus, Goal, Cletus, Toni, Wenzel, Gizmo, Argus

There are some UNMARKED SPOILERS TO CHAOS OF DEPONIA (and the rest of the series) because of Seagull, if you don't want to see them, please DO NOT READ THIS POST.

Oh, in the future I will make another post 'bout my Deponia AUs. :> and I'm so sorry for all those grammar mistakes I want to thank @annadraco @zmistress @shantalangel and @lytorika for wanting to hear this! (oh and there are some honorous mentions to @anonymouspuzzler for her Sugarpuff’s design)

Rufus

- Even if his intentions are not always working, he once got a job in creating mechanisms, robots etc. Everything was okay till he had a commission for mechanism using fire (you know how it ended).

-*SPOILER* Rufus is the youngest prototype clone. Argus was born as 6-8 years old, Cletus as 4, and Rufus as newborn. Argus had a big brother instinct and took Rufus in his arms (more about it in Argus, Ulysses and Hermes parts)

-*SPOILER* Rufus was quite nice, somehow okay kid till his eight birthdays. It changed on the day when Seagull left him. One day before that he gave all the money to his dad (the story with him being on the desert for 2 weeks)

He went after Seagull to Lower Ascension Station. He got from his dad all of cotton candy from the machine (of course Seagull didn't pay, he was the one who made it malfunction and had hallucinations. Later Rufus was found by Gizmo, Mayor and Lotek and Lotti

- Before Rufus dropped from school (again, as a 8 years old) he was oppressed back then by older students due to him being not real son of the mayor Seagull. After getting beaten, Rufus would always go to Gizmo for medical support. Before school he would always go to mom for help, but after the accident Gizmo became his father figure (more about it in Gizmo and Rufus' mom part)

- Not only that, he was quite scared of his father. Rufus had 3 serious diseases as a child, but everytime Seagull gave him for it alcohol or left him for Gizmo to take care. Before his mother would help him and would argue with Seagull, but after she died Gizmo had to take her role.

-*SUICIDE mention* Rufus knows that he isn't good but tries to don't listen to this part and go on. He had two major suicidal attempts, but he never died as we can see. The first one (at age 12) ended up with Toni seeing him and she was the one who helped him return to his normal self. The second one is unknown. He was found after two months after disappearing out of nowhere covered in blood near Kuvaq.

-*SEX MENTION* Rufus is pansexual but sex-repulsed. He once tried sexy time with Toni ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but he ended up vomiting all night. He remembered Seagull's words about him being useless, good-for-nothing and all the abuse. Toni was firstly a little mad, but in later she was grateful for not having his child.

- Rufus met Wenzel thanks to Toni. They were good friends (the same interests, jokes) but with time Wenzel stopped adoring Rufus and saw his bad side.

- Rufus caused four major fire accidents in Kuvaq. Once as 8 years old, once on a festival (the same as in Doomsday), once in mentioned job and once in Toni's father's shop. There was some minor ones, but after every of those mentioned they had to rebuilt Kuvaq.

- Only Gizmo and Toni knows cause of Rufus' mania with Elysium. Gizmo knows thank for his parental instincts and Toni because Rufus told her while being drunk. There are two reasons: him thinking Seagull is there and promise to mother to leave her ashes "in the most beautiful place".

- Rufus doesn't hold his liquors well. He will talk, cry and then sleep (sometimes destroying stuff or harming people) and he won't remember a thing after sobering.

- Rufus wanted to be an artist, but after he was once discouraged by Seagull, he didn't draw anything for approx. 10 years. It was Toni who told him that his plans were greatly done and he should draw more.

- From time to time he still has nightmares of his mother dying. Each one became more gore. For a short period while being with Toni he stopped having them, but after they break up it gets only worse.

- Rufus stopped showing that he cares for others, because "then nobody will feel if I'm gone". It changes when the first game starts with meeting Goal. It was his last time to try to go to Elysium, because he wanted to end it once and for all.

- He tried to have a pet, but each one died in some bizarre way (mostly because of his experiments). The only one that was alive for more than 3 months was his cockroach (firstly Jimmy, later called Wenzel). Rufus often said compliments about it which caused many misunderstandings. It was killed by Toni after she found about its existence.

-All objects in his room at Toni’s house are remaining from his previous one. He burned out it as 8 years old. For the next few years he lived together with Gizmo, later with Toni.

- *SPOILER* When Lotti "was born" in the fourth game, Rufus really was happy for her and wanted to have some good time with her. Before the biggest male role, now a good companion Rufus as a genderfluid was so happy. Unfortunately it didn't work out and he didn't tell anybody about his feelings.

- His red scarf is a present for his 4th birthday from his mom. She gave it to him two days before she died. He wears it not only because of sentiment, but because he used it as bandage many times.

- Also, it was less red when he got it. Most of the colour is just blood.

- He loved his red hair, but was so happier when it changed colour to brown. Nobody finally laughed at his unnatural hair.

- When he had to give 5 zlottis to Seagull, he worked in few places to get them all. Gizmo, Toni's dad etc. Unfortunately he could get the last one, so he had to steal it from his teacher.

- Every year (in the Deponia series time, I have no idea if it works different) Rufus left Kuvaq for one day. It was the day of his mother's death. He would go to desert under the same rock he hid on "the day". Nobody knows what he is doing there, but after a while they called it "The Fireless Day"

- *SPOILER* There are two versions of Goodbye Deponia ending. One is the true one, Rufus not dying and eventually blowing up Deponia, the second is him dying and Argus being alive (about it more in AU post) - *SPOILER* Like Goal, each part of Rufus had some bigger emotions with them in Goodbye. One was anger, the second sadness and his low self-esteem and the third was craziness.

- He has prophetic dreams and many times déjà-vu. He never questioned how he had them and only try to see the best side of himself in there

-*minor SPOILER, ABUSE MENTIONS* Before mother died, Rufus thought of going to the university of robotics or becoming a mayor after Seagull. While his mom was happy for her son, Seagull still was discouraging Rufus. After her death, Seagull would normally do it on his daily basis.

- He got his coat from Gizmo at his 12 birthday. It was based on Seagull’s and it was too long for Rufus at the time, but he wore it anyway.

Goal

- She got her name because she was “a goal” of her parents (more about it maybe in Ulysses' part)

- She is younger than Rufus, but there isn't more than 10 years between them (maybe up to 5 year gap)

-*SPOILER* Because of her brain operation, she often had headaches and temporally memory losses. She have to take medications, but due to her childish personality she isn't really keen on taking them. Cletus have to somehow give her them in food.

- As a child she was quite fragile. She couldn't play with other kids, but sometimes Argus took care of her and Cletus had to be also there.

- She had piano lessons, but was never really into them. Rufus on the other hand loved creating music and he had quite a beautiful singing voice if he was alone. When they were adventuring, she always asked him to sing some songs. He always sung his mother's lullaby that she would sing him every night.

-*SPOILER* While she told Rufus he is a bad cook, she also wasn't the best. They both nearly blew up Bozo's cabin (? I'm not sure if it's a cabin sth else). Bozo was the main cook with Doc from time to time making some meals, but Rufus would wake up early to try make something once in a while. Goal was the one who had to wash the mess he made every time.

- She hated being only inside her room as a child and teenager. When Goal turned 9, together with one rebellious Organon and some other Elysians she went for a concert. Argus saw her and told everything Commander Ulysses, killing also the Organon rebel.

-*SPOILER* While Goal didn't remember Argus' face in Goodbye Deponia, before she was 4 years old he never would wore a helmet (while playing with her etc but also on daily basis). Just after Ulysses saw she started to remember things, Argus could never show his face to her ever again.

- She was supposed from the beginning to love Cletus, but due to his character she thought he was boring at first. Later Goal found out about his creative side, but he tried really hard to not show this part to anyone.

- Goal questioned her love to Rufus a few times. Firstly she thought he was Cletus then he hated him but slowly fell in love - maybe because of the adventure or him being more and more like her, I dunno.

-*SPOILER* She has many nightmares and hallucination of Rufus after ending of Goodbye. Sometimes they are a repetition of stuff they've done together, but mostly it's about his death. The hallucinations are quite real, making her a little insane. She fortunately fought with it, but they stopped when Goal met Rufus in Doomsday

- She loves animals, but not always take care of them. She even thought of Rufus as her cat.

- She is adventurous and curious, that's why she loves to try all the food she can find. It ends not always horribly, but most of the time she has to go to the toilet

-*PERIOD MENTION, SPOILERS* Goal has hormones problem and doesn't have period at all. She once took medicine, but it made her feel sick. After Goodbye she wanted to have some "fun" with Cletus. She learned that she couldn't have children due to some unknown illness (for Elysium at least).

-*SPOILER* After Goodbye, she became BFF with Toni. They talk about many things, including stories about Rufus. Toni is one of few people knowing Rufus has died.

-*SPOILER* When she went for the biggest adventure of her life after Doomsday, she saw Hermes' workplace. She also met one kid from sewer and a few people left on Deponia. She died peacefully (natural death) in Kuvaq next to Rufus' grave she made.

-*SPOILER* She remembers all of her personalities episodes from Chaos of. She couldn't believe she kissed Rufus that many times, but later it became her favourite memory.

- Goal is quite good with Maths, she even won three competitions. Later she was scared that her papa was helping her, so she stopped going for them.

- She once dressed as Organon and made some pranks on her father. She was banned from coming out from her room for three months.

Cletus

- He is demi heteroromantic. From the beginning (of his life) he was supposed to be Goal's husband and he was quite okay with it.

- He is mostly left-handed, but due to people laughing at him he also learned how to use his right hand.

-*ABUSE MENTION* Ulysses was like a father figure to him. He was adopted by family of aristocrats. They unfortunately bullied him psychologically because of him being fragile boy. The also made him have Arachibutyrophobia. Many Elysians are scared of bacteria, germs but Cletus' level of this phobia is the greatest.

- He loved his bot servants as a kid. They were his friends and they took care of him. Unfortunately, they all had to go for service for Organons who gave him Oppenbot at age of 11. It was the moment of change when he didn't think about robots as friends, but just a mere servants.

-*SPOILER* After Oppenbot’s death, Cletus made a figurine based on it. He wanted to give it to his future children, but he never got a chance to have them.

-*ABUSE MENTION* He had mixed, mostly bad relations with his family. Older brother was mad and jealous because he wanted to be the one who would marry Goal. His father wanted business contacts thanks to Cletus. His mother wanted another child but she hated that Cletus wasn't her dream son. The only person he had support was his sister. She helped him bear with all oppressions and when he turned 18, made their parents disown him so he could be free.

- *SPOILER* Cletus knew that something isn't right about him. He once saw Argus’ face to learn that they are mostly identical. Because of that he also didn't believe Goal was in love with Rufus; he thought that she mistook “that imbecile” with him.

- While Cletus is great as studying, he isn't good with Biology, mostly because of too graphic for him pictures. He is the best at linguistic.

- *SPOILER* Like Goal, he has hallucinations and nightmares of Rufus. Firstly they didn't talk, but slowly he couldn't bear it. When he lost all his ideas, he thought his hallucinations would make him kill himself. But to his surprise, they helped him.

- *SPOILER* Cletus died right after he told Goal he couldn't bear with it all. This time hallucinations were quite painful. He died because of falling fundamentals of Elysium. His body was never found.

- He has quite sweet tooth. Hates spicy food. But life showed him he have to finish his meal, then he can complain.

- He started to like his green hair just when it started to disappear (age 12)

- Cletus had to play as clown for 5 years to give everything Goal wanted after his parents disowned him. Sometimes his sis would give most of hers paycheck, but it was hard to get a job in Elysium due to robots taking most of them.

- As a teenager Cletus once wore a dress so he could go to a club at Elysium. Nobody knew then it was him due to his feminine body.

-*SPOILER* While he at first hated wearing Rufus’ clothes, later he loved how the scarf looked and how coat showed his body shape.

Toni

- She is quite rebellious lady. As a kid, she loved to go on solo adventures or be the captain of groups.

- She wanted to drop out from school, but after she met Rufus she thought education could help her find a job. Unfortunately, the school was lost thanks to Rufus’ third Fire Accident. All teachers disappeared from Kuvaq. Later there was no kids, so Major didn't even thought of looking for new.

- She fell in love with Rufus because of his individualism, creativity and that then he looked like an intelligent person. After 3 years she started to hate him. And you know (Doomsday) how they broke up.

- *SPOILER* After the second game, Toni took all her stuff from Kuvaq and tried to save the world alone. She goes to Porta Fisco where her friend is part of the rebellion. She was before a part of it, but due to all shenanigans in Kuvaq she just didn't have time for it.

- She is okay with animals, gets with them on personal level. She couldn't have any thought when she was with Rufus because it would have died (like they did, 3 times, but they were Rufus')

- While she have many adorers, she isn't open for relationship. Slowly she finds someone between Goodbye and Doomsday, but I'm still not sure if this relationship gets to any intimate moments.

- *SPOILER* She is the first one to see that something is wrong with Rufus. Or more likely, it's Cletus. She openly tells Goal about it. They became great friends.

- She once painted together with Rufus big painting. It sold well and she made him lose any memory of it so she could have at least some money.

- There is a secret passage to her room after she made a guillotine on the entrance. She had to make it because Rufus would steal and destroy it every week. He also always forgot about it and every time she had to make notes for him.

- While she wanted to have a baby, it would be a horrible idea to have Rufus’. She understood it after a couple of years from their sexy time. But they would have sometimes only foreplay just to have those needs satisfied.

- *SPOILER* She also made a good bound with Bozo, who was the second person from Deponians to notice it wasn't Rufus at the end. They told each other their adventures with him.

- *SPOILER* At first she hated Cletus because of him playing as Rufus and what he has done, but it's her who helps him with hallucinations.

- Toni is a great acrobatic. She once was going for ballet lessons to Sugarpuff (please look up @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's awesome!) After he died, she still tried to dance. Unfortunately because of Rufus she has some scars on her body, but they aren't too bad.

- She started smoking in the 5th grade thanks to her mother leaving cigarettes everywhere. Her father stopped smoking 20 years before the first game because of explosives in his shop. She also is a choleric as her mother.

- Toni had some minor problems with her parent (mostly because of Rufus) but she understands them and tries to be as nice as she can.

- While she tried many part-time jobs, she mostly helped her parents with their shop. She also got some money by giving Rufus’ unfinished/ not-working inventions.

- Toni, together with Rufus and Wenzel, made a great trio. They had some adventures, as wanted to come to Elysium, always having each other's back. After Wenzel falling in love with Toni and Toni breaking up with Rufus, they still were in touch, but never wanted to go again together to any journey.

- She learned how to fight by her auntie and by lessons from life. She is a feminism (or more likely, she fought for equality for all, no matter who they were) and she had to say her opinion.

Wenzel

- He has a little crush on Toni. He had it from beginning, but he also respected her choosing Rufus over him. But there was a short period where he had a little platonic crush on Rufus too.

- Wenzel first met Rufus when someone bullied him. He thought that Rufus fought, but it was only another unsuccessful creation. Okay, that's also not the whole truth. Rufus saw from a distance that Wenzel was getting bullied and wanted to become a hero. Because of that he had a head injury and was asleep (in coma) for a week. After that, Wenzel became his good friend.

- His whole family is tubby. Because of that he had some complex that made him isolate from any girl, because he was scared their child would hate him for genes. After meeting Rufus he became quite Adonis in love stuff, but still didn't have any luck with finding somebody.

- Wenzel is as sarcastic as his father. His mom never understood sarcasm, so sometimes they laughed because of it.

- His parents are gone in all of games because Kuvaq was only a temporary house. They wanted to take Wenzel, but he insisted he wanted to stay there. Every week till his 20th birthday he got a phone call from them once in a week or month, depending on season. He would always wait and look at the phone in the centre of Kuvaq for it. After that something happened to his parents. He only got letter with condolences from unknown person.

- Wenzel hates being called a nerd. Just because of that he purposely didn't pass Math classes.

- He has a lactose intolerance. Rufus as a “prank” would give Wenzel some milk from time to time. He ended up not doing it because of Toni and because he also got pranked by being left in the middle of the desert.

- He knew about Doc and admired him, wanting to be like him in the future.

- The only good thing - as he says - Rufus made for him are goggles. They were supposed to be friendship ones, but now he's wearing them because of the sentiment.

Gizmo (feels coming)

- As a kid, Gizmo had many role models. He wanted to be a policeman, a fireman and a doctor. He ended up being all of them in Kuvaq, his home city thanks to mayor Seagull searching for “a loser who doesn't want money”

- While Kuvaq was his hometown, his parents took all their savings so their boy would study in better place. He even went to the same university as McChronicle, but they weren't that close to each other.

- But he wasn't the only one from Kuvaq. Mr. Sugarpuff also ended coming to the same place. They liked each other before this period, but it was then when they fell in love. (Again, please see @anonymouspuzzler design of him, it's just so incredible)

- He adores his boyfriend but was sad Sugarpuff could pursue his dream of being dancer/dance teacher. Sugarpuff also was sad that Gizmo could go to medical university, but he knew none of them had money for their dreamed universities (and dancer wasn't a good choice for job in Deponia)

- On their 6 anniversary, after graduation Sugarpuff bought for them both a car. It was for the ride back to Kuvaq to meet their parents and tell about them getting married.

- Unfortunately, they got an invitation to a party by a new mayor - Seagull. Gizmo got drunk and told that he was keen on taking “the important jobs”. He didn't even remember undersigning the contract.

- He had no idea how to do any of those jobs. But with Sugarpuff on his side, Gizmo made his great office (those engineering class really helped them).

- Because of Gizmo’s duties, he couldn't meet with his boyfriend as often as before. But there were some romantic nights (and sometimes beyond romantic)

- While their parents were okay with boys being gay, others showed many signs of homophobia. Fortunately after a few rescue missions people saw that without those two the town could have not existed, so it wasn't that big. Still, Gizmo felt bad about it and tried to hide his relationship.

-Gizmo was third person in Kuvaq to see Rufus. He felt his parental instinct to him. Because of it all Rufus’ mother made Gizmo his godfather. (But when Rufus turned 18 he quickly went to Mayor to destroy all documents of it)

- Gizmo was one of few people who liked Rufus natural red hair. Unfortunately, after Rufus’ eighth birthday he got a little traumatized of it.

- When Rufus’ mom went for her trips, Seagull would always give Rufus to Gizmo to babysit him.

- It was Gizmo who had to take care for all the wounds Rufus got. It helped him practise medical skills. Sugarpuff would also come with some books for Gizmo and they would read them together.

- *DEATH MENTION* Sugarpuff on their 10th anniversary proposed to Gizmo. He said yeah right away. Two days after that there was accident which killed Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom (about it later in Sugarpuff and Rufus’ mom part) After that, nobody saw Gizmo for a week.

- *ABUSE, SUICIDAL PERSON MENTION* When he came back to his cabinet he saw Rufus bleeding before his door. He was bleeding quite quickly. Later Gizmo found out that there were pieces of glass in every part of Rufus’ body and that the little one (mind you, a four year old) tried to kill himself with a kitchen knife.

- *SPOILERISH* For the next month or so whenever Rufus had a chance, he would apologise to Gizmo for his loss, always crying. Gizmo knew how horrible this scene must have looked for Rufus if for him it was the worst accident he saw in his life. Rufus would also vomit after thinking about it every time.

- Gizmo has dreams of Sugarpuff everyday in the month when he died. The first time he would always sleep with Rufus, because it helped him with anxiety.

- Thanks to Sugarpuff’s parents he got better in his job. They had many books and both worked as doctors for Organons.

- Gizmo would go to Rufus’ school as his parent. Nobody questioned him for it.

- Gizmo got a few times into a fight with Seagull, always because of Rufus.

- On Rufus’ 8th birthday he was the first to start looking for the boy. He took Mayor and Lotti with him and they found him late evening. After that day, his relationship with Rufus got worse and worse.

- Rufus (approx 11 yo) came to him to ask how to make Toni happy. Gizmo was relieved that the boy finally started to open himself for others. And that the colour of the hair was changing slowly to brown.

- Gizmo had to put Rufus behind the bars often. For Rufus it was like a sleepover, so he would talk and talk to Gizmo about everything. It always made Gizmo more anxious.

- He was so happy to be free when Rufus turned 18. He no longer had to pay for all this damage and was really relieved.

- *SPOILER* When Rufus disappeared from Kuvaq in the first game, for a short period he still did his job. He was a little scared of what will happen to Rufus (but he wouldn't admit it) and went with Toni.

Argus (spoilers to the whole series)

- My poor ace cinnamon roll who made some wrong choices

- Argus wanted to have a normal childhood, but Ulysses didn't want him to. He was supposed to be a guardian with no feelings.

- ace demi boiiii

Argus learned about his sexuality slowly (it took him approx. 7 years). He listened to other Organons and they needs; heck, he even once was about to have sex, but he just didn't feel anything. He thought something is wrong with him, but thanks to comrades he felt good about it (and yeah, there were also some ace boiiiiis there, some liked some smex, some didn't, most of them could have only fantasies. Remember kids, each person is different and may feel different about themselves and being ace doesn't mean not liking sex.)

- He liked playing with Goal, even if she was a trouble it gave him a way to be happy

- He found out that he is a clone right away. Ulysses said that's it's best to tell as soon as possible so there won't be any revolution (spoiler: he was wrong)

- *SPOILER* In the Goodbye Deponia, he asked Goal because of his small platonic love to her (mostly buddy-buddy type) and because it would be the easiest way to get to the power.

- *SPOILER* He was the only prototype who remembered he wasn't ‘normal’. He also had often dreams about the day he was born and that he would try to take care of the youngest (Rufus)

- For Organons he is not only a leader, but a comrade and brother. He practised every night for months so he could be a good orator and singer.

- He saw Rufus once before the series. Because of another experiment Rufus got into Organon’s Station. From that time he snooped once in awhile on him. Also some Organons who were there started to question why Rufus looked so similar to them. They were executed as a warning for others.

- He is the most tanned thanks to his childhood when he wasn't trained in armour mostly at the desert (and UV lights in Organons’ gym)

- He once made a teddy bear for Goal but it got destroyed by Ulysses.

- He was surprised to see Rufus in the first game. He lost the connection of spying device only one day before.

- Argus has a sweet tooth, but won't admit it.

- *SPOILER* In his youth Argus thought about Ulysses as a master, king that he must listen to. Thanks to hidden library and spying on Deponians he stopped thinking like that and his plan was to become a ‘fair’ leader of Organons, leading them to the victory. He wanted the best for his brothers (or so he thought)

- *SPOILER* He really wanted to give Rufus a chance to rule together. He felt that he could trust him and he was wrong. He was quite mad that Rufus of all the things had to decline him.

Nobody knows if he died or not. Probably yes because of lack of healing factor.

- Argus played for himself on piano. He got quite good at it, even getting one to his room. Because he was on higher level in Organons, it was quite fancy, minimalistic room.

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