#Ops another random fact about them

[espressoristretto-patronum]

Just a midnight random thought about them because they live rent free in my head 🙃

I can picture Poppy and Tori sitting next to each other (in classes or library), and Tori being such an useless lesbian because, even after they'd just confessed their feelings for each others and kissed for the first time a few days ago, she wonders if she can kiss her girlfriend again.

After a few stolen glances, Tori finally decides to give Poppy a quick kiss on her cheek before returning to her book and blushing like crazy.

Of course, Poppy finds Tori adorable. Giggling, Poppy cups her face and kisses her properly.

[flwrkid14]

Famous streamer Danny and his secret boyfriend:

Okay, but picture this: Danny Fenton is this massive streamer—like, he’s the guy everyone watches for chill vibes, chaotic gaming, and somehow getting sidetracked talking about conspiracy theories in the middle of a speedrun. His streams are a mess of ghost jokes, random facts about space, and way too much energy for someone running on three hours of sleep and coffee.

And then there’s his boyfriend—who the fans only know exists because Danny’s way too in love to not talk about him. Like, every stream, without fail, Danny’s casually dropping hints. “Oh yeah, my boyfriend brought me coffee, isn’t he the best?” or “I was playing this game with him last night, and he kept getting us killed, but he’s cute so I let it slide.”

The thing is, no one has ever seen this boyfriend. Not once. No name, no face, nothing. And at this point, it’s basically part of Danny’s brand. His fans are in the chat, spamming questions like, “Who is he?” “Is he another streamer?” “What’s his name?” and Danny’s just laughing it off every time, like, “Eh, maybe I’ll introduce you guys one day.”

The fan theories are wild. People have made entire reddit threads trying to piece together clues about who this mystery guy is. Some think Danny’s boyfriend is a celebrity. Others are convinced it’s someone famous in the gaming world, but no one has any proof. It’s like the internet’s biggest mystery, and Danny’s just sitting there, fully aware of it, leaning into the chaos without giving away a single detail.

Meanwhile, Tim Drake—yes, that Tim Drake, Gotham’s resident CEO of WE and vigilante—is just chilling in the background. He’s the boyfriend, obviously. The one who makes sure Danny actually eats between streams and sometimes joins him off-camera to play co-op games. But Tim’s got no intention of revealing himself. He likes the anonymity, the whole “mysterious boyfriend” thing. Plus, with his whole double life as a vigilante, staying out of the public eye (more than he already is) isn’t exactly a bad idea.

But the best part—Danny’s fans? They’re convinced his boyfriend is some kind of superhero or vigilante. The way Danny talks about him—like he’s always busy, never around during certain hours (because, you know, Tim’s out patrolling Gotham), and the fact that he’s never once shown up on camera? It’s practically begging for wild speculation. And Danny? He’s just letting them run with it, saying stuff like, “Oh yeah, he’s totally saving the world right now, can’t make it to stream today.”

So now Danny’s got this massive online following, all obsessed with his mystery boyfriend, while Tim’s just quietly in the background, living his double life and probably smirking every time Danny plays along with the fans’ theories. It’s lowkey hilarious, and neither of them is ever planning to set the record straight. They’re just having way too much fun with it.

[elodieunderglass]

Honestly thought I'd never hear the word "usborne" again. My mom used to live and breathe that company, and while I certainly don't regret a fair chunk, I do find it amusing as I look back now. I legitimately thought it had fallen off faster than Juice+.

In reference to a post where i mention my kid has the usborne “see inside germs” book.

So if people don’t know, usborne is a weird publishing company that has done indispensable books for British children for generations; they’re in every library, school and nursery, and have shelves devoted to them in every bookstore. They are how many people learned to read, and are the originators of many hyper focuses. They’re famed for doing educational lift the flap books for all ages, like “see inside your body”, as well as as the ubiquitous touch-and-feel series, “that’s not my….” In which a mouse comments improbably on various creatures not being their creature. “That’s not my dragon,” the mouse says, inviting you to stroke a dragon with a patch of fur on it, “its tummy is too soft. That’s not my dragon,” on the next page, where the dragon’s ears are lined with textured paper, “its ears are too bumpy.” This seems like such an inefficient way to find one’s missing dragon, a fact that simmers underneath you through endless repetition. Why does the mouse own so many things (pirates, ducks, polar bears) and why is it interrogating other people’s pirates etc by feeling their legs.

At any rate, turn a parents’ house upside down and these books fall out.

Which is why it’s completely hilarious that they are also an MLM.

Well. Kind of. In the old school sense. It’s less about signing up a pyramid scheme and more about getting a random citizen to buy a crate of perfectly popular books and try to sell them on from their home. It’s very traditional for Mums On Maternity Leave to do this. Pre-social media and online ordering, they’d hook up other mums at toddler group. Today, they post awkwardly on social media. The idea is that buying from another parent is cheaper than the bookstore, and they get to keep the markup. They get intense about things, and I believe they attend conferences. Nobody makes a huge amount of money and it’s unclear how undercutting local bookstores is helpful; it’s also basically the same RRP as Amazon I think.

And the books are perfectly respectable and sell perfectly well in bookstores.

So. Like. This marketing scheme is completely weird. Why?? Why does it still exist? People buy the books normally! You don’t need to promote them aggressively! You don’t need elaborate independent local middlemen schemes! You can just buy them! I have never understood this. I just file it under one of those weird mat leave hustles.

But don’t worry OP. They’re still going. They’ll never stop. The thing is that your mom got bored and online sales probably ate whatever residual profit margins were left and it’s probably very liberating for everyone to grow out of the “that’s not my cow” stage, but Usborne books are going strong.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Sugar, Spice and a Tempting Vice (1)

VA! MC x OM! Characters

TW: Eh it's more fluffy than smutty I'd say, but minors DNI. Loads of random lore for the sake of immersion. Now to brainstorm the rest of the characters.

INTRO

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"After a freak accident, you and a group of 5 people get teleported into a fantastical world together. Who will you team up with to try and leave this place? Or will they convince you to stay and have a new life with them here instead? Or will you stumble across the biggest secret that this new world holds...?"

You read out the summary for them at a group dinner at Diavolo's castle. Apparently, it was to celebrate your debut as a VA. They all clapped and bombarded you with questions. You tried to answer as many as you could without any spoilers.

They were supposed to have already started playing the game but the game servers got a little overwhelmed and had to go under maintenance with so many people downloading and making accounts at the same time. So Diavolo hosted this party instead.

"So how many endings can you get with a single character?" Simeon inquired.

"Well on an average there's around 12 endings per character, but there's a varying number of endings depending on the character you choose. I'm not sure I remember for all of them-"

"We just want to know yours." Belphie smirked.

"Oi come on, it makes it sound like you're all just going to play my character, don't do that! The other characters are also incredibly well written!"

The sheepish grins and side glances told you that they were clearly going ignore your last advice.

"Honestly you guys, one of the characters here has a teleportation ability, one can read minds, and another one has insane fighting skills - the only thing you know about my character is that I don't have a name!"

"Omg this means they are definitely building you upto to have the most OP ability of them all!" Levi exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh yes that's usually how it goes in these tropes. The most unassuming character ends up giving you the secret ending." Solomon nodded in agreement.

"Both of you, shush! Just play the game normally okay?! You will get to interact with all the characters anyway until the second phase." You reprimanded, sighing, knowing no one would listen anyway.

Lucifer - Saved by the Belle

"Before Tyla takes us home tomorrow, would you like to spend your last day here with me, Lucifer?"

Lucifer and you worked with loyalty and rigor under Tyla, an old world Sorceror. It was because of you two specifically that Tyla's magic was powerful enough to create a portal back home. Your character was so much like you - it felt like he completed this whole journey of freedom with you, and not just an image on screen.

> "Of course, MC. In fact...I would like to spend the night with you too."

MC blushed on screen, looking away and nodding. "Oh? Well then... I'll look forward to it."

He enjoys this way more than he thought he would. He visits for the last time, all the places you both had been together. The first tavern, the first forest path, the first temporary abode - the HumbleBee Inn.

> "It's late. Should we go back here again, for old times sake?"

"Why not? Maybe they'll accidentally put us in the same room again and get overbooked so we have no other choice. Maybe this time it'll be a bit more...eventful." You said with a sly and knowing smile as you skipped ahead.

Lucifer's knee jerked upwards, hitting the table. Just what kind of lines are these? And what are those expressions? Who else was in there listening to you when you recorded this? The way your voice sounded, Lucifer was convinced you were thinking about someone special. If only you saw the effect you were having on him.

> "I've been holding back all day. Forgive me if I'm too rough."

Lucifer pushes you against the wall, caging your body. You blush in the dark, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. It was driving him insane. He could feel his pants getting tighter at the crotch.

Last time he endured the sexual tension of sharing the bed with you, constantly trying avoid your body even though he was desperate to feel it's warmth. This time there wasn't any reason to deprive himself.

"It's okay...I can take it. Please don't hold back..."

Oh hell, you were about to be the death of him. These...are these really the sounds you'd make in bed? Godamnit you are ruining his mind. He can't relax until he's jerked off now. And it's all your fault.

The next couple days, you notice Lucifer hesitates to keep eye contact with you. In fact, he has a rather visceral reaction every time you simply call his name, standing at his door. Only he knows how badly he wants to pull you into his bed to ravage you - practice your lines with him, why don't you?

Mammon - Stranded Together

"Guess they didn't want either of us huh, Mammon?"

Nah Mammon was mad at this ending. He gets why the group left him behind - he made too many questionable choices like stealing the last reserves of food or money (so you never went hungry), running away from the monsters instead of staying and fighting with the group(with you ofc so you wouldn't be in any danger), finding new shelter and not telling anyone (except you).

> "I'm so sorry...it's because of me that they left you too. You did nothing wrong yet...no this will not stand! I'll go threaten them into taking you too!"

"Mammon wait- no don't! Alright fine I was lying! They didn't leave me...I chose not to go!"

Mammon was stunned. He stared at your character blushing and looking elsewhere while holding onto his arm. His heart beat just a little bit faster.

> "Wait...what? But you wanted to...don't you want to go back and keep looking for your family?!"

"Who knows if the family I was looking for even exists?! But you...you are real. And you are so kind to me, and so great. So..."

Your character moved in closer and closer to him. Mammon leaned back too far from the screen, falling backwards on the floor. He was not ready for what was about to come.

"If I really want a family that bad...I can just make one here...with you. But only if you wanted that too ..."

> "I do! Of course I do! We can both find work and home in the kingdom now that big monsters are all dead! I'll be yours and you'll be mine!"

Mammon pressed it on instinct, not knowing his character was gonna grab yours and pin them to the ground. His face burnt up in excitement seeing you all cornered like this. You blushed and whispered as you leaned in to kiss him.

"Hehe...Mammon...I'm all yours already. But there's others ways you can claim me if you like..."

Your sleeves fell loose, and off your shoulders and his hands began to wander. Mammon almost screamed the house down, grabbing at his sheets, humping his pillows, struggling to look away from the screen. But he couldn't stop.

How the fuck was he supposed to face you tomorrow at the breakfast table?! Yet, Mammon re-played that part at least 30 times. And now every time you whispered to him in class, Mammon had to grip his knees and stop himself from imagining the unholiest things.

Leviathan - Power of Friend-ship??

"We did it! We actually did it, Levi! Can you believe it?! Look even the people are cheering for us!"

Levi punched the air in glee, he definitely must have gotten the best ending right?! That was such an intense combat scene - he almost cried when he thought you got swallowed by the Giant of The Depths, then he watched you burst out of its stomach with all the other victims while he slashed through its neck. You and him - the two underdogs dealt the final blow. At this point, every other character was shipping you two together.

> "Let's go Army of the Third Lord!"

MC cheered and high fived him from the screen, while the rest of the group danced in celebration! Ah MC had already become one of his favourite characters of all time. He had already preordered the action figures, posters and a body pillow (yes the ecchi one).

"Come on Levi, won't you join the celebration feast!? Everyone is calling for you!"

Oh no this was Levi's nightmare. Loud and crowded parties - but it was you asking him to go, what if he missed out on an important secret ending. Just to be safe he chose a neutral option to see what you would prefer.

> ... I'm not too sure.

"Then...would you like to celebrate in private with me? I know a quiet place with a good view."

Levi almost fell out of his seat. It's happening. This is where he unlocks the hidden erotic ending. The blush on your face, the way you held out your hand for him to take - biting down on his knuckles in excitement.

> I'd really prefer that! Thank you!

You smile and nod, leading him by the hand to a nearby pond. The moonlight shimmered on the water, the reflections dancing on your skin as you both lay down next to each other. Levi could feel himself falling for you all over again.

"Look Levi, in the pond! The Gloriees are back! Aren't they beautiful?"

Levi looked at the pond in awe, glowing orange fishes swam around in the waters, jumping in and out. He watched the fishes swim around the hand you put in the water. It was like you and hundred Henries in the water.

> "So beautiful..."

"They are my absolute favorite....they have the same color as your eyes..."

Your hands reach up to touch his face, pulling him closer and Levi feels all his self restraint jump out the window. He tried to grab and kiss you but ended falling in the water with you instead.

"Oh? I didn't know I excite you so much... don't worry, it makes me really happy..."

You rose from the water, laughing and coughing slightly, your entire body now laid bare through the transparent white cloth. And if that wasn't already bad enough, he heard your moans as his character started going at it with you in the lake. You were so professional, so skilled at it...he thought he was prepared for it but he clearly wasn't.

Levi couldn't resist jerking himself off there and then, soiling his computer screen with light ropes of his cum. Now every time you announced you were going to shower, this image just popped into his mind, giving him instant boners at the most unfortunate times. And god forbid he sees you walk out of the shower with your hair wet - he'll have to rush to his room to hide that he's creamed his pants.

Satan - Bridge to Televithyia

"Satan, I will be waiting for you always. I know if fate wills it, I'll definitely get to see you again."

Satan cursed himself for this ending, almost chucking his phone at the wall. His magical powers no longer worked since the portal now connected him to his own world. And while you could use all your magic here, it would lose all power in his world. With both worlds needing help after a long and destructive battle, you both knew it was selfish to abandon your either of them - especially since you two were the only Great Guardians left.

> "I will find a permanent path between our worlds. I swear upon my life, MC."

Damnit this game had better not cut his story short. He was willing to keep going, trying to fix the playthrough so he could make a good ending out of this. Just you wait MC, he's not letting you go. A part of him wanted to go into your room and hug you, just to make sure you're there atleast in real life.

Satan rubbed furiously at his eyes as you waved him goodbye. His total playtime could rival Levi's. After gathering enough resources and magical knowledge - he could finally get started on creating the bridge. But to his pleasant surprise, he only needed to build half of the bridge, because there you were standing on the other - building your own path towards him too.

"Satan...is this a dream? Are you really back? Or is this another magical illusion again...?"

Satan blushed as you rushed to hug him peppering kisses all over his face. He had to physically get away from the game, walk around, and silently scream into his hands before he could calm himself down. Because he knew even better things were yet to come.

> "It's really me, MC. I'm sorry did I make you wait too long? I missed you so terribly...I have so many things to tell you about..."

"Come with me, we've been rebuilding our town. I know a place we can catch up...it's a special place I helped build with you in mind."

Satan follows you, your arms intertwined. You point out places to him - old renovations and newer projects. You tell him about everything that's been happening since he left.

How some endangered species came back to life, how the remaining smaller beasts were tamed and how the cursed were given peace. You stopped suddenly in front of a quaint little cottage.

"Welcome to my humble abode. I'm sorry I didn't prepare a separate room for you...because I thought you wouldn't mind sharing a bed with me..."

He blushes and grips your hand as you open the door to your room. He sees pictures of both of you on the wall and next to the bed.

> "You already built a home...with me in mind. *Smiles* Yet...the bed looks in it hasn't been slept in for a while? Did you get no sleep for the past few days?"

"Actually I haven't slept in the bed yet. I sleep on the sofa - I know it's silly but I really don't like sleeping alone in a place of two..."

Satan grips the phone tighter, as he makes his character push you on the bed. How sweet - you both get to enjoy it together for the first time. He climbs after you, trapping you underneath him.

> "Good thing I'm here now, MC."

He cups your face and trails his hands downwards, undoing some buttons on your clothes. You kiss his palms and tug down his collar.

"It's a pity though...I don't think we'll be using the bed for sleeping tonight afterall..."

He watched the screen, slack-jawed as I heard your sultry voice echoing through his room. He fell back on his pillow, hurriedly attaching his earphones. It proved to be more lethal. He could almost imagine you in his bed right now, kissing your way down his chest, while he fondles your bottom.

When you approached him later asking if he liked your work in the game, he had to cover half his face to hide the redness. He couldn't possibly tell you that he had downloaded snippets of all your moans and saved them to a secret folder. Or that he listened to them quite frequently.

[dreamingunderacloudysky]

I loved your alphabet for Anya ^^

Could you possibly do the same prompt for Daisuke :3

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I love Anya so much, and writing for her gives me so much joy

SFW ALPHABET | Daisuke

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Daisuke? Affection lord. Aggressive cuddles? That's his middle name (probably). He has the energy of those wholesome starwars nerd boys on the internet. Sees lightsaber dueling as a form of affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The hype man! No, he's not a baby in my eyes, but he's got a young and very passionate heart, so he will do his best to keep a positive mentality for his friends and his sanity. YAP WITH HIM, and listen well! Like with Anya, what they both say gets glossed over by the rest of the crew.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yes, as mentioned before, Daisuke is the affection lord. He is not a Spooner, BUT he will lay on top of you like the world's most comedic weighted blanket. He's also fine lying on his back. World's most entertaining pillow talker! Random facts as he's tracing smiley faces into your skin with his fingertips.

This is Daisuke and no one can change my mind

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

City boy City boy City boy. This man wants to live in the city on the coast with a convertible, thrifted Hawaiian shirts, piña Coladas, and arcades. His flat is decorated with LED lights, a stylized diffuser, and lego plant models that him and Anya build together on their hangouts since neither of them can keep real plants alive. Cooking? He's actually pretty damn good at it! He is on another level of mixology so mixed drinks that glow under black lights? Daisuke is your man. Killer French toast maker for sure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very timid about it, but will force himself to do it in person. Otherwise it's from an outburst of emotion like in an argument or discussion

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Fast to fall, slow to marry, but will have the geekiest way of proposing. Watch him pull out a ringpop.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be gentle. When Daisuke is aggressive it's not actually aggression he just has a hard time containing excitement and bounces off the walls. Both physically and emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Absolutely. Everyday. Like Anya he will find any excuse to give you one and pepper your face with kisses.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Every 5 minutes good fucking lord Daisuke pump the brakes. You butter toast for him and he swears fealty this man is actually so golden.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

A little jealous, but just gets a little pouty or is just entirely oblivious like that. He 100% has full trust in you please dont break this piña coloda in the rain man's heart.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Daisuke loves butterfly and eskimo kisses because he's actually such a dope. Loves making you laugh it's become his sole purpose in life.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Probably the best out of the whole crew if I'm being honest. Anya is the most responsible, but Daisuke only needs 3 minutes to use his 17 charisma stat to charm kids into thinking he's the best.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Doomscrolling I hope you don't mind, he gets up before you and sings to his spotify playlists in the shower. Not before leaving a kiss to the top of your head. If you're still asleep by the time he finishes showering, he'll cook up some breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Co-op games, music sharing, epic fail youtube videos, a big comforter blanket, and you guys definately have a cat named crusher. Don't ask.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Daisuke is a very open guy, the only things he would be slow to reveal is his guilt with his parents. He hates being a downer but those blues need to come out somehow.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Slow to anger, very slow similar to Anya except she can snap in the case if her losing a board game and flipping the game over and tripping over the coffee table on her way out.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers pretty well! Key details too, anniversaries with him are the bomb they're awesome because he never fails to bring up something you told him years ago.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You walking in on a drunk Daisuke ranting to a highly amused Swansea about how he was going to murder the sun because there can only be one sunshine.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Pretty protective if something seems off but this man can be so aloof, please also protect him

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

HE GOES OVER THE TOP. You walk into the your shared studio and he's sitting there with his Anakin Costume with a dinner from the star wars cookbook all set up. Or lego set building!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Will try his best to hide his negative thoughts, very hard to get him to open up about his own issues.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very concerned. Have you seen his hair? Bro actually should be a model for Hollister. Has 34 Hawaiian shirts in his wardrobe (he plans to get more)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, in the most golden retriever way possible.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

When he messes up something small he just goes "Im just a girl in the world"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Pessimistic people are a big no no. Also people who never want to go outside.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Lighter snorerer and has the habit of starfishing on the bed.

A/N: HAD TO REWRITE THIS 3 TILES BC TUMBLR DIDNT WANT TO SAVE IT HOPE YOU ENJOYED ☁️☁️☁️☁️

[hypertextdog]

the ancient redditor instinct is twofold -- half "do not, at any cost, 'put yourself out there'" and half "be funny." the result is entire communities of people trying to "play the straight-man" for one another when the very basic fact of the matter is that, per the first tenet, none of them are outwardly eccentric enough for that. so they just say "none of these words are in the bible" and "what was op on when they wrote this" back and forth to each other until one of them dies of old age. any other cause of death would be too random for these people. faced with figurative language or, like, an idea that doesn't come up in protestant mass, they compulsively ask "what are you referencing? what's that from?" -- and if it's not from anything they just start nodding and pretend to understand how something could just come about

[actual-changeling]

Welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner, and today I have something surprisingly not kiss-related—though it is still about the final fifteen because hey, gotta keep the brand image.

I read this post by @goodoldfashionednightingale and began typing a small response. Then I made the mistake of drinking half a litre of coffee on an empty stomach right after taking my adhd meds and my brain began vibrating at the speed of light.

But oh, have I discovered parallels. This, my friends, is about the nightingale, where it comes from, what it means, and what the fuck happened in part 3 of 1941.

Ready? Let's go.

Now, as OP said in her post, s1e3 is important. In the script book, Neil himself says that these flashbacks are where the producers would tell him to cut scenes to save money. They suggested every single one—except for the one he ended up taking out, which was the bookshop opening scene set in 1800. The others are building blocks, you need them to see how their relationship progressed and what kind of important milestones they had.

(side note: author is very miffed that english does not have a separate subjunctive form like german which makes quoting lines way more confusing than it has to be)

The one I want to mention is neither 1941 nor 1967. No, what I want to talk about is 1601. This might be about to get a bit rambly but I will do my best to keep it tidy.

The focus of that flashback is on the Arrangement, yes, but it gives us a lot more information than that.

they both see Shakespeare's plays regularly, maybe even meet in the crowd

Crowley prefers the comedies

Aziraphale does not seem to have a preference, he enjoys the tragedies and presumably the comedies too

there is an oyster woman selling food -> reference to their meeting in Rome when Aziraphale tempted him to try some oysters

Aziraphale reflexively denies their relationship

Crowley might say he is not worried but circles Aziraphale the entire time, keeping watch

they both ask favours of each other and both agree to do them

What stands out to me in relation to what I am about to expand on is the line that Crowley delivers after Aziraphale's little 'buck up'—which Crowley finds adorable btw but that's a post for another time.

"Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety."

Why would he say that? What exactly is prompting this? WHY say that specific line?

At first I thought it might be to tempt Shakespeare because he does commit art theft by just copying that line down, BUT I think there is more to that. So much more, in fact. I am wiggling now because I am very excited about this and my adhd meds are kicking in anyway.

First things first: the line itself.

It appears in Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra, a romantic tragedy, which was first performed in 1607 aka six years after this meeting. Enobarbus is talking about Cleopatra and describing why Antony won't leave her. Her.

Ccrowley uses his—again, who is he even talking about? Hamlet? Shakespeare? Random poetic quote?

No, I think this line is about Aziraphale and it's a code. Right after, the next line from Aziraphale is "What do you want?", meaning that this is their code phrase for 'I have a favour to ask of you'.

Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety

Age will not affect his appearance nor will he ever become boring to Antony. Crowley, who later chooses the name Anthony for himself, tells Aziraphale, an immortal, that he will never age and that he will never grow bored of him.

It's flattery, pure and simple, and it's code at the same time. This establishes the important fact that they might use more of Shakespeare's work as code/already have a system in place (even though he steals Crowley's line for later).

They play their little morality game of back and forth, Aziraphale agrees, Crowley probably manipulates the coin toss, and THEN we find out that the oyster woman is called Juliet.

Why? What is the meaning of that? Why give her a name and that name in particular? Why bring the sexy oysters back into it?

Romeo and Juliet premiered in 1597, so it is safe to assume they have both seen it by 1601, but this is mostly for the audience, not for us-or is it?

Aziraphale gives Crowley puppy eyes until he agrees to make Hamlet popular, and while I don't think Juliet itself is a code word, although it's very interesting that the OYSTER woman is the one with that name (especially adding what we now know about Job), Romeo and Juliet might be.

Yes, the Nightingale song came out in 1940 but the bird has been around for much, much longer, and, as many probably know by now, also shows up in Romeo and Juliet.

This is where I am starting to vibrate at the speed of light because listen to me. Listen.

Crowley is Juliet. Anthony J. Crowley. Antony Juliet Crowley.

(side note: I'm not saying that Crowley chose it based on that—though I am not not saying that—but that it is a clue for us at the audience.)

Why do I think that? In the play, Romeo spends the night with Juliet and then goes to leave as the night begins to end. Juliet tries to stop him and tells him that the birds they are hearing aren't larks, which sing at dawn, but nightingales, which sing at night.

Who is the one always pushing for more? Crowley. He is the one trying to convince Aziraphale it's safe, they're safe to spend time together.

Romeo disagrees with Juliet and says 'I must be gone and live, or stay and die'.

Leave and stay alive, or stay and hell/heaven will punish us. It gets even better though.

We all know how Romeo and Juliet ends: Romeo thinks Juliet is dead, kills himself, Juliet finds him and then kills herself too.

Hey, do you know how Antony and Cleopatra ends?

Antony thinks Cleopatra is dead, kills himself and dies in her arms, then Cleopatra also kills herself—by snake poison; Romeo also died by poison.

The parallels are THERE. They are jumping down our throats! Two tragedies, two sides, several familiar names and phrases, same fear, same ending.

I think by now you can guess how this ties back to 1941.

We do not see how that night ends, but we know it ends. One of them wants to stretch it out, maybe even quotes Romeo and Juliet because look at the setting!

Candlelight, wonderful night they spend together, the threat of Crowley's early demise, and, to quote the play once more, this time Romeo: I have more care to stay than will to go.

Crowley thought it was his last night on earth and went with Aziraphale to his bookshop, to be with him, because he cares more about that than the fact that he will be dragged to hell come morning. Do you remember?

"Expect a legion to come for you first thing tomorrow" THAT is the threat. They have until dawn, just like Romeo and Juliet, which is why she is so desperate for the birds to be nightingales. Fortunately for them, Aziraphale saves the day, BUT there is NO SECURITY. They do not KNOW if a legion will still show up or not. If dawn is a deadline and they will need to fight.

Sure, they improved their chances, but who knows? Maybe they will come for him anyway, it's not like hell is all fair and square.

The best part: it gets even better.

Juliet eventually panics and tells him to go, and Romeo drops a line that huh, sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?

'More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!'

Remind me, what does Aziraphale say again? Ah, yes. Perhaps there is something to be said for shades of grey.

There is more. Yes, even more. We know the whole rescue relies on a magic trick, a switch. Guess what Juliet yearns for while telling Romeo to go save himself?

Oh, now I would they had changed voices too. While they did not for Romeo and Juliet—they kiss and part—they did for our two. One fabulous switch and we're good.

(side note: Toads? Associated with hell. Larks? Associated with the dawn, yes, but also heaven since Romeo says 'Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads.')

So, this was a whole lot of information, let's see if I can summarize my thoughts.

I believe the nightingale is a code word that has existed even before 1941 and gained a lot of importance over the years. In 1941, the song is added to the meaning and whatever happened between the two that we have not seen yet, it fundamentally changed their relationship. Maybe they kissed, maybe one of them tried to convince the other to prolong the night but they parted on not-great terms.

The nightingale and the song become a symbol of hope, a goal to achieve, another uninterrupted night, maybe, or an uninterrupted life.

When they part in the final fifteen, it's morning. Crowley points at the sky and says "no nightingales", which at that point has several different layers to it.

No nightingales because their night is over, just like with Romeo and Juliet, and please, please allow me to add another detail, because I am frothing at the mouth over this. The scene I quoted, known as balcony scene, do you know what it is preceded by?

A ball.

Star-crossed lovers defying their sides, falling in love at a ball, getting a hurried, wonderful night together but torn apart by danger of punishment, the nightingale as a dream, as a wish for unhurried time together. Family rejection, torn apart by parents, willing to die for each other so they can reunite in death.

No nightingales. The ball, the romance, is over, their dancing is over, heaven is tearing them apart, and Aziraphale returns to heaven while they are both stuck in a pit of misunderstanding and miscommunication, all bound together by fear for each other.

The thing is, Crowley hates tragedies, he never liked the "gloomy ones", and he does not want them to end in one—luckily, this isn't the end. Yes, they kiss and part, but the play keeps going. We have an entire act 3 to fix what Romeo and Juliet couldn't, to ensure that this is a COMEDY, not a tragedy.

Both Antony & Cleopatra and Romeo & Juliet died out of fear, hurried into making bad decisions because they knew what would happen if their sides were to catch up with them.

Crowley and Aziraphale can reunite heaven and hell with love, not death. This is THEIR story and they are writing the ending. No more day and night, no more deadlines, no more hiding and sneaking about, no more fear of larks and sunshine.

Good Omens will end the way it began: In a garden with two no-longer-star-crossed lovers embracing the song of a lark as well as that of the nightingale.

I hope this made sense to everyone who was no present while my mind started to vibrate itself into a puddle because the thing is I can see Neil doing all of this completely on purpose.

Thoughts? Questions? Additions? Come and join me in my insanity and until next time I have a mental breakdown over this show (probably in like two hours).

[kentsjohnson91]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ᵏʲ⁹¹

in which y/n and kent hide a big secret from his teammates.

warnings; pregnancy, mention of kids, alcohol, vacation

Kent was the kind of guy who always seemed at ease, the life of the party but with a quiet confidence that drew everyone to him. You had fallen for him long ago, when the two of you were young teenagers, and now, you were his everything. This vacation with his teammates was supposed to be fun, a chance to unwind, but you had a secret - one that had been growing for months.

You were pregnant. 

Kent was ecstatic when you told him. He’d hugged you so tightly that night, whispering about the future, about how perfect everything was going to be. But now, here you both were, on this vacation with Sean Kuraly, Cole, Gavin, and Adam, and neither of you had told them. The timing wasn’t right - in fact, you guys hadn’t even told your families. Maybe they’d get suspicious, or worse, maybe they’d feel like you were holding out on them. Kent was sure they’d freak out once they knew.

But here you were, at Sean’s beach house in Cape Cod. While the rest of the boys had flown, you and Kent had decided to make the 16 hour drive from Columbus, simply to spend more time with each other before having to share a living space with the others for two weeks. Once you had arrived, though, everyone was exhausted and just wanted to spend the first night in. In fact, Adam had suggested a few card games.

There was only one problem. On top of that, Cole had suggested alcohol. You looked at Kent nervously, but he gave you a reassuring smile as Sean turned to you, “Y/N, come up with a challenge for us. Whoever loses has to buy drinks.”

This was perfect. You nodded, picking up your phone and opening a random wheel spinner. You had each of the boys pick an NBA team, but when it came to entering them onto the wheel, you entered Kent’s all four times. So, when the wheel stopped spinning, you announced the team out loud, “The Minnesota Timberwolves.”

Sean, Adam, and Cole all cheered as Kent pretended to roll his eyes, but he sneakily shot you a knowing smile before picking up his keys from the counter. The boys slapped him on the back a few times but he shook them off, gently grabbing your arm, “Since your challenge is the reason I lost, you’re coming with me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, but immediately gave in. Adam snickered behind you as Sean and Cole let out a few cheers. Kent wrapped an arm around you and opened the door for you, gently leading you to his car. As soon as you were out of earshot, Kent spoke up softly, “You feeling okay?”

You couldn’t lie. The exhaustion was creeping in. The pregnancy was still early, and you weren’t showing much, but the morning sickness, the fatigue – it was all becoming harder to hide. Kent had noticed the change in you almost immediately, but knew that it had grown harder for you in the past couple of weeks. He was worried. He was so excited to have a little him or little you around the house soon enough, but also hated seeing how hard it was on you. On top of that, he knew that you wanted to keep it a secret for as long as you could, and he knew you’d be even more stressed if people were to find out, so he didn’t want to spill anything. 

In fact, he questioned even coming on this trip, but you had explained that you’d needed it. Whether he believed you or not, was only up for him to decide. 

He opened the car door for you and you waited to reply until he was buckled in on the other side, “Just tired,” you answered, offering him a small smile. 

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, offering him another small smile. The drive to the liquor store was rather quiet. Kent had put on some Frank Ocean, which you both had softly hummed along to until you pulled into the parking lot. 

Kent turned off the car and exited his side, only to appear on your side of the car a few seconds later to open the door for you. You grabbed his hand and as soon as he knew you were safely out of the car, he placed his arm on the small of your back protectively. The cool night breeze rolled in off of the ocean as you made your way through the parking lot. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore helped ease some of the nerves that had been building up inside of you.

“I feel like I’m gonna slip up at some point,” you admitted, resting your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder, “Cole’s just gonna keep offering me drinks and it’s gonna be suspicious if I keep saying no.”

Kent rubbed your back with the pad of his thumb, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head reassuringly, “You’re doing great, pretty girl. But I’ll tell you what. We’ll buy an extra pack of drinks, dump them out, and then go to the grocery store to buy some non-alcoholic alternatives that we can put in there instead. I would say we’d just buy some non-alcoholic beer here and have you drink that, but Adam’s overly observant.” he chuckled.

You nodded, shooting your boyfriend a relieved smile. You always appreciated how calm and steady he was. Even though you were both navigating this secret together, Kent always managed to make you feel like everything was under control.

When you stepped inside, the cool air-conditioning hit you immediately as the door jingled behind you. Kent headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a couple cases of beer and a bottle of whiskey that he knew Sean would like. You followed suit, selecting a case of High Noon out of the fridge. 

“Ready?” Kent asked, shooting you a smile when you replied with a yes.

As you reached the counter to pay, the cashier raised an eyebrow at you and Kent, his eyes flicking to your stomach before looking back at Kent. You shifted uncomfortably, aware that people might notice your changing body sooner rather than later. Kent caught the look too but didn’t say anything, keeping the conversation casual with the cashier as he handed over the money.

When you stepped back outside, you breathed a little easier. “Think he noticed?” you asked, half-joking.

“What an asshole,” Kent muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. 

The trip to the grocery store was pretty uneventful. Kent had gone in and picked out a sparkling water brand that you liked, along with some flavored sodas that looked fancy enough to pass as mixed drinks. On top of that, he grabbed a few more things, making sure you’d have enough variety to keep up appearances for the next few days. Once the cart was full, he checked out, the cashier giving him a friendly nod as he paid for the items.

When Kent reached the car, he opened your passenger side door. “Now comes the tricky part,” he said with a grin, opening up the package of High Noon and dumping out the drinks. He grabbed a few water bottles from his trunk before flushing out the alcohol from the cans - and thoroughly.

“I think that’s good, KJ,” you chuckled, flashing him a smile. He looked up at you and flashed you one in return.

“Gotta keep my girls safe,” he explained, ruffling your hair before opening up the bottles of sparkling water and pouring them into the clean cans with the same care, resealing them to make sure they looked untouched. Everything looked perfect - no one would suspect a thing. Kent stood back and took a moment to admire his work, placing the resealed package at your feet before ruffling your hair again. 

You rolled your eyes, shaking him off, before he quickly made his way back to his side of the car and hopped in. You looked at him incredulously, “We don’t even know what we’re having yet!” you exclaimed, but you knew there was no point in arguing. Ever since you told him that he was going to be a dad, he was adamant that the two of you were having a baby girl. Of course, he’d be happy as long as the baby’s safe and healthy, but that didn’t change his fatherly instinct, as he liked to call it. You rolled your eyes again, chuckling softly, and were on your way back to the beach house.

When the two of you arrived back there, Sean, Cole, and Adam’s rowdy laughter could be heard through the walls as you and Kent slipped through the side door into the kitchen. When he looked over towards you, he noticed how you self-consciously had placed your arms over your growing bump. Sensing your discomfort, he softly placed the alcohol down and gifted you the hoodie off of his back.

You smiled gratefully at him, grabbing the “seltzers” from him as he carried the whiskey and beer. The two of you carried the drinks out to the main room, where Sean, Cole, and Adam were engrossed in a game of Black Jack.

“Finally!” Cole exclaimed, dropping his cards as he noticed the two of you walk in, “We were wondering what took you so long!”

You chuckled, placing the drinks down on the table alongside Kent, ���It’s Friday night in a vacation town,” Kent explained, shrugging his shoulders to keep it casual. Adam nodded along, seemingly saying fair enough.

As the guys reached for the beer and whiskey, Kent grabbed one of the “seltzer” cans and handed it to you with a wink. You accepted it gratefully, taking a sip and letting the cool, refreshing taste calm your nerves. He then wrapped an arm around you as you cuddled into his side.

The night continued on, with no one suspicious about what you and Kent had just pulled off. The boys were yelling about the game of euchre they were playing, earning a soft but playful eye roll from you. Kent kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable, all while seamlessly blending in with his teammates.

As the night wore on, the laughter in the living room began to slow, and you could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over you. Between traveling all day and the energy it took to keep up appearances, your body was calling for rest. You smiled at the guys, pretending to stifle a yawn as you pushed your chair back from the table.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you said, glancing around the room, “I’m pretty wiped from today.”

Sean, Cole, and Adam all gave you understanding looks, still focused on their cards and drinks. “You’ve earned it,” Sean said with a grin, “We’ll try not to be too loud and keep you up.”

“Good luck with that,” Adam teased, “Cole’s not exactly the quietest person you’ll ever meet.” 

You laughed lightly as Cole smacked Adam upside the head. Standing up and giving Kent a quick look, your eyes communicated more than words could in that moment. He caught your glance immediately, knowing exactly what you meant. You needed him with you, but at the same time, you didn’t want to raise suspicion by him leaving too soon after you.

“I’ll be up in a bit,” he said, giving you a small, reassuring smile, “I’ll keep an eye on Cole and make sure he’s not too loud.”

You nodded, giving him a quick hug and offering the guys a wave before slipping away from the table. As you climbed the stairs, you could hear them still talking and laughing, their voices a soft hum in the background. Once you were upstairs, you exhaled a long breath of relief, the tension of the day finally easing as you made your way to your room. 

You changed into your pajamas, feeling the weight of the day lifting as you settled onto the bed. It didn’t take long for Kent to join you. About 30 minutes later, you heard his familiar footsteps on the stairs, and the door quietly creaked open.

“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him as he moved toward the bed, “You okay?”

You smiled, nodding as he sat down beside you, “Yeah, just tired. It was a lot today.”

Kent slid into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. “I know. You did so good today, pretty girl. No one suspects a thing.”

You chuckled softly, resting your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you, “Thanks for helping me pull it off. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kent kissed the top of your head, his voice low and comforting, “Of course, my love. We’re a team.”

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, the soft sounds of the ocean outside your window mixing with the distant murmur of voices from downstairs. It felt peaceful, the weight of the day finally lifting now that you were alone together.

“I can’t wait until they're here,” you whispered after a few moments of silence, your hand resting gently over your stomach.

Kent smiled against your hair, his arm tightening around you, “Me too. But until then, we’ll keep playing it cool for as long as we can. You get some rest, though, alright? You’ve had a long day.”

You nodded, feeling sleep begin to pull at you as Kent’s warmth and presence comforted you, “Goodnight, KJ.”

“Goodnight, Y/N/N,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

With Kent beside you, you felt safe and content, knowing that no matter what challenges the next days would bring, you had him by your side. As your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you felt was Kent’s hand gently resting on your stomach, a quiet reminder that the two of you were in this together. Always.

a/n; would kj be a girl dad or a boy dad

[occultbooks]

Please tell me all your trans Wilson headcanons OP

oh my goodness is this.... an excuse to talk about trans wilson...? oh my goodness ok let me get my affairs in order, no pun intended. I dont know what you want specifically, but a lot of these are just thoughts about how the idea of wilson being trans ties into canon

I think being trans is where a lot of wilson's comphet comes from. not only will being with a woman make him look "normal," but also like a man, and by extension, he will be viewed as a "normal man"

he absolutely would have done the legit porn part of feral pleasures if he had had the equipment at the time. in fact, there are a lot of things he would have done if he were a cis man. but, c'est la vie

he's stealth, but told cuddy because they're besties and wilson felt like he could actually trust her, despite having known house for longer. house found out accidentally, but doesn't tell anyone because (his words) "I'm not a monster, jimmy"

he went off T in his 30s because he thought it would dampen his sex drive and save his marriage (it only worked for a little while). he didn't get back on T until around 2005, which is why he looks so twinkish and young in the first season.

he was in girl scouts as a kid. yes, this is me projecting.

house did his phalloplasty and wilson still does not know how he let that happen. both of them, however, are happy with the result.

before top surgery, he used to fall asleep with his binder on all the time. its a miracle his ribs are intact.

he gets dysphoric about random shit. his paranoid ass looks in the mirror and goes "do you think my teeth are too feminine?" and it gives house a headache

the mcgill sweater was absolutely his chest dysphoria sweater

he used to go on trans internet forums and soak up all the insane information about "how to pass," like shaving peach fuzz, or not eating chocolate because there's too much estrogen in it, or standing in a superhero pose, and he did it, even though he knew it wasn't scientifically sound. again, I am projecting

taub is the only other person who knows because wilson approached him about facial masculinization surgery. he opted not to get it because the way taub said "no offense, but why do you need that?" made him feel like it probably wasn't necessary

he shaves his face for professionalism reasons, but he's actually a very hairy man. being hairy is important to him, mostly because its another arbitrary thing that makes him a "normal man," but also because he knows that people (women and house) find it attractive.

his family is not super duper understanding, but they try their best. his mom beats herself up because she thinks he didn't have a strong enough female role model in his life. they're trying.

that's all I can think of right now. I hope this is sufficient :3

[olderthannetfic]

Idk if this is another powderkeg but like...

Holy hell, it'd be fucking splendid if all the #young modern activists would actually learn what the fuck "Capitalism" is before they slap it on like a dead fish on anything they dislike. They'll retroactively apply "capitalism" to shit that's centuries old if not thousands of years old.

"Did you know #"big problem" was capitalism all along?" No it fucking wasn't, you're just too arrogant and self congratulating to open a single paper written by someone who knows what they're actually talking about. In the same go you're too stuck up your own ass and neck deep in twitter politics to ever be humble enough to learn and accept when you're wrong.

"I did so much research." You found some random "sources" online that said what you wanted, or put your own subjective spin on something, and then put a label on it because your mind can't comprehend nuance or that there's much more going on in the world. The amount of times I've seen some people claim to have read a "source" and then when you actually click the link or find the source yourself, and it says basically the complete opposite/does in fact not support what the OP said/claimed.

"Late stage capitalism..." You have no fucking idea what you're saying, and paired with your lack of knowledge of what capitalism or communism is it just sounds like you're trying to sound important.

It's astounding how much conspiracy nuts have in common with these people. I doubt it'd be farfetched to say they're no better than a common nutjob, it's just a bit more socially acceptable to be a conspiracy theorist about some things than others, even if both are equally stupid and wrong.

If your entire argument is based on "trust me bro" and clearly subjective and social media influenced opinions, your takes on capitalism, or any other kinda higher political bullshit is clearly complete shit. Do I even mention how obvious it is when people have the mindset of "Just abolish everything because that'll fix the world." is because they got to live a privileged life where they just don't have to actually interact with the world and the real life consquences? I think you call them "Champagne socialists?" More like Champagne keyboard activists, because these people don't even understand socialism.

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[crystalstylehexagon]

"Soulmates"- Pt.1 - Kakashi & Reader

Requested by: @hoohamaru

Took me a while to nail down Kakashi, but i managed! I will be breaking down this one shot into 3 parts, so beware of cliffhanger!

pt2

pt3

Kakashi sighed, signing off yet ANOTHER paper. Papers, papers… They just never seemed to end… He groaned and set the pen on the desk. "Sensei, how did you manage all this paperwork?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose, remembering his former Sensei and Fourth Hokage, Minato. These past few days have been a havoc, people getting ready for the upcoming winter holidays and whatnot. Honestly, If you asked him, it was just their excuse to get a break and get paid for it. Kakashi couldn't blame them. Most of the people of Konoha worked hard all year round. It's how their village got by, to begin with. Well, everyone got a break except the Hokage, meaning him. He sulked. "Oh, Icha icha, how I miss you…" He whined, looking up at the ceiling. His mood was worsened by the sheer fact that his damned right arm had been itching for a few days now. It wasn't fair! It was like fate just hated him and that was that. Making random gibberish noises, he sighed and looked at the paperwork.

… Before that damned itch came back, but this time, it burned like a bitch. He hissed and rolled up his sleeve hurriedly. Was he having some sort of allergic reaction? What was this feeling?! It made him want to rip the skin off his arm to make it stop itching! He inspected the burning area, only to blink. There in bold, cursive letters was written "Y/N L/N" The burning pain subsided eventually, leaving him with a writing on his forearm. A soulmate…? He had a soulmate…?

Him? HIM? Hatake Kakashi had a soulmate?! Finally, the sixth Hokage managed to pick his jaw off of the floor and leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide as saucers. "I have a soulmate…" He breathed out. "I have a soulmate. A… A soulmate?" He kept repeating for a good twenty minutes before a knock on the door snapped him out. "Hokage-sama-… Oh… Uhhh, did I come in a bad time?" Shikamaru scratched his head, looking around. Kakashi cleared his throat and rolled down his sleeve. "Uh, no. Come in. What is it?" He tried to direct his attention back to reality, and not towards the arm that now made itself known in his subconscious. It was as if it was mocking him, saying "Hey! I'm here! Don't you wanna find your soulmate?~" Shikamaru entered and set more paperwork down. "I came back with reports from Sai about the shady behaviors that have been going on in the black ops…" Shikamaru announced, but he saw the distracted look on Kakashi's face. "Um, Hokage-sama…?" he tilted his head. Kakashi blinked and looked at Shikamaru. "Huh? Oh, right- um… Sai and Black Ops… Or something. Also, didn't tell you to quit it with the "Sama"? Just Kakashi will do!" He sighed tiredly, he really seemed to repeat this phrase a lot lately, didn't he? He was so over the "Kakashi-sama this, Kakashi-sama that!" bullshit! Oh, how he wished Naruto could suddenly get smart and take his title, already! He wasn't even supposed to be here to begin with! This role was involuntarily forced onto him, really! The Nara's eyes squinted. "Right. Kakashi- Are you sure you're okay? You seem distracted." He noted, eyeing the older. Kakashi bit his lip behind his mask, thinking for a moment or two. No, distractions would hinder his work, he thought before getting up. "Hey, Shika-kun, could you replace me for a bit? Thanks!" He removed his hat, placing it on Shikamaru's head, and waved, not giving the Nara time to react, and went out through an open window. Shikamaru stood there, baffled. When he came to, he sighed, removing his hat. "What a drag… I swear that man is losing it every passing day…" He grumbled before looking over at the desk piled with paperwork. "I guess I should tell Temari I won't be making it home today…" He sighed and sat on the Hokage chair and got to work. Kakashi ran through the roofs of the buildings he knew all too well, driven by pure adrenaline, and ended up on the Hokage Mountain with his heart hammering in his ears. He panted and rolled up his sleeve again, not believing his eyes. He wanted to double-check. Kakashi ended up staring at the writing for a whole hour straight. Finally, he fell back onto the grass. The last Hatake glanced up at the partially cloudy sky, blinking. Was this one of the universe's sick jokes? It had to be. His life was already cruel as it was; having to lose his father to the cruelty of the very people he fought for, then lost teammate to a boulder, then he got forced to kill his other teammate by ripping a Chidori through her heart and then was only able to watch as he lost both his Sensei and his wife that Kakashi was supposed to protect by the demon who's very vessel he taught at some point and led, having to watch the said boy suffer through mistreatment and hardships as he chased after a lost cause, who was too similar to him when he was their age, and he still managed to fuck that up, letting them go rouge and abandoning the last precious student that actually needed him the most at that time. He sighed; Life was indeed, cruel to him and he had poor judgment, he would admit. He wondered what he had done, who he had killed or upset to deserve such a barbaric fate.

He sighed for the umpteenth time. 'But if there's a chance there's really someone out there… Could I be that confident to actually risk being selfish for once…?' He thought before venting out a heavy sigh, he was a skeptic when it came to soulmates and all that but.. If there was the slightest chance that a person was out there, made for him, to be his other half… "Nothing ever goes right in my life, does it?" He mumbles to himself, before standing up, dusting off his pants, and descending the Hokage mountain with a heavy mind. 'Even if I do… What are the chances they would respond positively? Am I willing to take the chances…?' He thought as he finally approached the rocky ground of the village. He looked at the sky, before he took a deep breath, deciding. "I'll give it a shot. If they don't want me, then I'll move on. What do I have left to lose, anyway?" He finally convinced himself. He stood more straightly and walked more confidently with a new goal in mind: Find Y/N L/N, learn more about them, and find out if the whole soulmate thing could work between them. Though, in the back of his mind, that voice nagged him that he was just going to get another person hurt. He ignored the little pest. Surely, he deserved happiness too, right…?

[in1-nutshell]

Dear PRIMUS LET ME JUST TELL YOU I WAS SCREECHING WHEN I READ THE FIC ABOUT MEGATRONS DAUGHTER WITH OPS DAUGHTER TOGETHER AS WELL AS THE NEW ULTRA MAGNUS DAUGHTER!!!!!! So I know it’s too hard to fit all the daughter buddies into one single universe but may I ask for just Ratchet’s daughter and Ultra Magnus’s daughter in the same universe just like Optimus’s daughter with Megatron’s daughter? Like Ratchet’s daughter just be babysitting Magnus’s daughter as she wreckers all around, being a stubborn patient, and stepping on tools. And Ratchet’s daughter just wanted to cry and pray to Primus.

Bonus if they both are on a mission and Magnus’s daughter just keep jumping into danger and freaking Ratchet’s daughter out.

Magnus’s daughter: “Tis but a scratch”

Ratchet’s daughter: “A SCRATCH?? HONEY YOUR ARM HAS FELL OFF!!!!”

YEEEEE! More crossovers! More official names for the Buddy's when they crossover universe or in 'what if' scenarios!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet's daughter and Ultra Magnus's daughter if they lived in the same universe

SFW, Platonic, slight Angst, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Set more aligned with Ultra Magnus universe.

Ratchet’s Buddy is Lithia.

Magnus Buddy is Rapidfire.

Lithia met Rapidfire during one of Ratchet and Optimus’s visits to Ultra Magnus’s office.

She doesn’t remember now why they needed to be there, but she does remember Magnus was trying to find his sparkling who was hiding in his office again.

Magnus is talking to Prime and Ratchet when Lithia notices a little pede sticking out of a box.

Lithia quietly walks over and gets on her knee.

She hears light giggles and smiles.

She slowly lifts up the box to find a small sparkling looking at her curiously.

“Hello there.”--Lithia

Lithia picks the sparkling up.

The sparkling looks at her for a bit before laughing and patting her helm.

The other bots turn to see Lithia holding the lost sparkling.

“Ultra Magnus sir, I think I found Rapidfire.”--Lithia

Magnus sighs in relief and goes to pick up his sparkling.

“No!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire latches on to Lithia’s neck.

Lithia gives a nervous laugh as the sparkling just glares at her father refusing to go.

“Well, I think we found you a babysitter Ultra Magnus.”--Ratchet

“Really!? Can I?”--Lithia

Magnus looks at Lithia and Rapidfire’s puppy dog eyes.

“…If things go well this time, then we will consider.”--Magnus

Lithia smiles brightly as Rapidfire laughs loudly.

A few hours later…

“Do you think it was a good idea to leave them both alone?”--Magnus

“Do not worry old friend. Lithia is a great caretaker and does well with sparkling.”--Optimus

“Hmmm…”--Magnus

“She’s my sparkling, Rapidfire is in good servos.”--Ratchet

“We’ll see.”--Magnus

The three mechs enter the room.

Lithia is rocking a sleeping Rapidfire.

The room is intact in fact it’s a bit cleaner than before.

Lithia turns and smiles at the mechs, gently passing the sleeping sparkling into Magnus’s servos.

Ratchet gives Magnus a satisfied ‘I-told-you-so’.

Magnus nods at Lithia.

Lithia yawns a bit rubbing her optics a bit.

Optimus picks her up and places her on his back.

“Optimus—”--Ratchet

“It’s fine old friend. She’s tired and needs her rest.”--Optimus

After that, Lithia quickly became one of Magnus’s top go to babysitters. Mainly because Rapidfire was just as picky as her father was with bots coming near her.

It also helped that she was a soon-to-be-nurse. Rapidfire did have a habit of getting into trouble and getting random injuries.

Lithia mending a mech wound.

“What happened this time Fire?”--Lithia

Rapidfire just swishing her pedes back and forth.

“I fell.”--Rapidfire

Lithia raises an optic.

“You just fell?”--Lithia

Rapidfire nods.

“Can I ask why you fell?”--Lithia

“I tripped on a blaster.”--Rapidfire

Lithia stops for a second.

“Why did you trip on a blaster?”--Lithia

“Because I was running away from the crime scene, duh.”--Rapidfire

“… We need to talk about that another time okay.”--Lithia

Ratchet didn’t mind that Lithia spent time with Rapidfire.

Especially as the war broke out.

Protecting the youngest was a top priority.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t worry about her.

He was still her father after all.

Lithia was packing her medical supplies into her crate.

Ratchet is standing by the door with Ultra Magnus.

“Thank you again Ratchet. I guarantee Lithia will be stationed in one of the safer parts of the base with Rapidfire. She has been asking for her for the past solar cycle and this is the only way I could think of without endangering them too much.”--Magnus

Ratchet quickly looks over at Lithia who was finishing up her crate.

“It’s fine Magnus. We need all the servos we can to keep an optic out for the young ones. And now as an official nurse, she can help your Wreckers.”--Ratchet

“Done!”--Lithia

Lithia walks over to the two.

She puts the crate down and hugs her father tightly.

“Thank you… Love you.”--Lithia

Ratchet just pats her back.

“You’ll be back soon. Now remember—”--Ratchet

“Keep an optic on Lithia, remember my training, and go for the nerves if anyone gives me a hard time.”--Lithia

“That’s my sparkling.”--Ratchet

Lithia gives one last squeeze before picking up her crate and following Ultra Magnus to the ship.

Ratchet watches the ship fly into the horizon with a sad smile on his face.

Now that Lithia was stationed in the Wrecker outpost, Rapidfire rarely left her side.

That being said, there were sometimes where Lithia had to take a step back and vent seeing her tools get crushed or the lack of common sense in the Wrecker unit slowly going to Rapidfire helm.

Being the Wrecker’s only and favorite nurse had its perks all right.

Lithia already knew a good portion of the Wreckers before the war and some that eventually left the team. Lithia and Rapidfire made great friends with the Wreckers they stayed with while Magnus was away.

Especially when Rapidfire got attached to Wheeljack.

Lithia walking back into the med bay with the last supplies of copper wiring stops in the front door after hearing giggling.

Lithia peaks in.

Wheeljack is throwing Rapidfire in the arm with his only good servo.

Lithia clears her throat making both freeze.

“Wheeljack, when I said light physical therapy, this isn’t what I meant.”--Lithia

“But its working for me, watch!”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack throws Rapidfire up in the air again but slightly winces when she comes back down giggling.

“Is it working for you?”--Lithia

“… You win this round Lithia.”--Wheeljack

Lithia smiles at the Wrecker and gets her tools ready to fix him again.

The day he left it broke both of their sparks.

Lithia was quicker to accept that fact that he had left.

She had seen plenty of bots disappear or up and abandon the war because they couldn’t take it. She couldn’t blame them either.

But Rapidfire refused to move on.

One night she woke Lithia up explaining that they were going to go and rescue Wheeljack.

Lithia tried to talk her out of it, but clearly Wheeljack’s stubbornness was sticking to her.

Lithia was a bit nervous leaving the safety of the base while heading to the docks.

She wasn’t going to let Rapidfire go by herself, she was in charge of her after all.

Lithia made sure to pack the necessary equipment as Rapidfire went inside the ship.

While she was putting the equipment in one of the ships’ closets a bomb sound shook the entire ship.

Lithia had gotten locked inside the closet.

She was absolutely terrified for the other sparkling yelling and screaming trying to figure out where she was.

A heavy box fell on her helm and knocked her out.

Rapidfire heard the first scream before she got trapped in a heavy box thanks to the ships shaking.

She tried banging the box hearing the distress sounds of her friend.

For the first time ever she felt the hot, white flash of fear when the screams suddenly stopped.

She froze refusing to move another inch.

Refusing to move or speak until there was some sign of familiarity.

A couple of minutes she heard sobbing.

Rapidfire starts to bang the box again.

“HEY! SOMEONE LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!”--Rapidfire

The lid gets ripped open.

The teary optics of her father stared down at her.

“Father—”--Rapidfire

Magnus hugs Rapidfire tightly and sobs.

Rapidfire freezes before trying to calm her father down a bit.

“Primus! Lithia! Dad she was on the ship! Where is she!?”-Rapidfire

Magnus moves out of the way a bit to show Lithia laying down on one of the medical berths on the ship.

“LITHIA!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire scrambles to her side.

“She’s just unconscious. One of the crates must have hit her on the helm when the explosion…”--Magnus

“What happened…?”--Rapidfire

Magnus had a lot of explaining to do once Lithia woke up.

Both were rightfully distraught hearing the news.

More Lithia.

All she was thinking was about her father.

The entire base had been blown sky high and there was no way of communicating with anyone. For what anyone else knew, there were no survivors from the bomb.

Magnus and Rapidfire tried their best to help Lithia through it, something that Lithia appreciated very much.

The next years in space further strengthen the bonds between the three of them.

Lithia was there with Rapidfire to help her explain the sudden growth spurts she was experiencing.

Rapidfire was there for lithia when she got sad thinking about her father.

Magnus stepped up and became a second father to Lithia.

Time skip to earth…

Lithia was still on board the ship when they touched down on Earth.

She had been reorganizing the weapons and medical supplies again, a habit she picked up during the years amongst the stars.

Magnus, Rapidfire, Arcee and Jack enter the ship.

“Hey Rapidfire, you mentioned about a medic on the ship, who is it?”--Jack

Rapidfire looks down at Jack.

“She. She’s one of the best medics we know, well besides Ratchet of course. But close second.”--Rapidfire

Arcee huffs at this.

“Who would—”--Arcee

Lithia has her back at the group picking up the crate.

Arcee’s optics go wide.

“Rapidfire who are you talking—”--Lithia

Lithia stops and sees Arcee.

“Arcee?”--Lithia

“Primus… Lithia is that you?”--Arcee

Lithia puts the crate down and hugs her.

“Oh Arcee, it’s been too long!”--Lithia

Arcee just hugs back.

“Primus kid…”--Arcee

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

Lithia looks down at Jack and kneels.

“Hello. I’m Lithia. Do you have a name?”--Lithia

“Jack, my name is Jack.”--Jack

Lithia pats his head gently.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jack.”--Lithia

“When we get in contact with the base, we need to tell everyone about this.”--Arcee

Rapidfire makes a ‘shush’ motion.

She places a servo on Lithia’s shoulder.

“Actually, we’re going to make Lithia’s entrance a secret.”--Rapidfire

Lithia looks at her.

“Why?”--Lithia

“Have I ever steered you wrong?”--Rapidfire

“Do you want the list?”--Lithia

“…You win this one, but please! Just trust me!”--Rapidfire

Lithia sighs but agrees.

Jack turns to Arcee.

“We can not let Miko and Rapidfire in the same room.”--Jack

“Agreed.”--Arcee

Finally, the reunion.

Rapidfire made it sure that Lithia stood behind her and away from anyone’s prying optics.

She even got Magnus to get in on it.

She believes it was to make the reunion even sweeter, she had a feeling that Magnus believed that he caused Ratchet enough suffering for taking away his kid.

Lithia was nervous as the pleasantries were passed between Magnus and Rapidfire.

She had to turn her audials off for a moment so as not to spoil the surprise.

Rapidfire gave the signal.

It was time.

“Hey Ratchet, there’s one more surprise.”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire winks at Arcee and Jack.

“Okay? What is it?”--Ratchet

“More like who is it. TADA!”--Rapidfire

Rapidfire sidesteps fully exposing Lithia to the group.

They freeze.

Lithia recognized several bots from her days back at the main base, before going to the Wrecker’s base.

She saw Optimus’s wide optics.

Finally, she looks over to her father.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Hey Ratchet, Prime… it’s been a while.”--Lithia

Optimus is the first to move and side hugs Lithia.

She knows too well she is getting a full hug later in private.

“Welcome back Lithia.”--Optimus

“Its good to be back Optimus.”--Lithia

She looks back at Ratchet who still hasn’t moved from his spot.

“Ratchet?”--Lithia

THUD!

“RATCHET!”--Lithia

Lithia sprints over to Ratchet.

“OH PRIMUS WHAT HAPPENED?! WHAT—”--Lithia

Ratchet groans and looks at Lithia’s scared face.

“Lithia?”--Ratchet

He pulls Lithia into an armor denting hug.

Lithia just sobs into his chassis returning the hug.

“You’re here… you’re here…”--Ratchet

Lithia just nods furiously.

Miko turns to Bulkhead.

“Context please?”--Miko

“Lithia’s Ratchet’s kid.”--Bulkhead

“RATCHET HAS A KID?! WOW! Just wait till Wheeljack hears about this.”--Miko

Rapidfire and Lithia turn their helms towards Miko.

“HE’S ALIVE?!”—Lithia and Rapidfire

[savachpencil]

Call Of Duty - Black Ops 6

Alejo "Toro" Carasco 🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷

Headcanons-

This actually works more as a personal take on the character? I'm projecting My culture on him. (From one Argentine to another)

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+ SFW. Crimson One Operator.

Related to his background:

• Born around 1966, in the game events he surely is 25/27 years old as he's described as young.

• Place of birth, Salta, Córdoba, or Mendoza cause i cannot conceive that he might be from Buenos Aires. Country side.

• He was born and lived through two military dictatorships; Carlos Ongania (1966-1973) / Junta Militar (1976-1983).

• Lower class citizen.

• Children of divorced parents. Father left at early age so his older brother took care of being the man the house who went to Malvinas War at 19 years old dying there. I imagine Alejo might have been 15-17 when that happened. Then he decided to travel from the interior of the country to the capital to be able to enter in the Argentinian Navy.

• I theorize that he could have been part of an amphibious command, naval prefecture, or a marine command before the Argentine army was dismantled. The yellow handkerchief on his arm is related to a Argentinian Task Force deployed in the Malvinas even thought he was not there.

• He decided to become a mercenary by fleeing the country when the national government took actions against the army after the last coup (1976). He is probably a fugitive, a deserter, or a persona non grata in the country.

• For canonical cultural reasons, he fervently hates the British and Chileans.

• His last name is actually "Carrasco", but it was misspelled in his file.

Related to his person:

• It is impossible for him to not speak without saying a curse in almost each sentence.

• Loves fucking around but despises finding out. He mockes people but can't take back mockery.

• Heavy joker, he bothers his companions out of boredom and because he feels comfortable among them.

• Doesn't likes being alone; wich makes him a loud talkative creature cause he likes the attention. He needs to attract attention to himself. I see him able to follow You around just to keep a conversation while You try to scape from him.

• Behind that ego there is a great insecurity perhaps???? That need of approval the description mentions is for a reason.

• Short temperament, street smart but easy to provoke. He is very confident of himself, which brings him problems since he can underestimate things.

• Competitive af. Likes to have the last word at discussions; and oh shit, don't touch the topic of politics because that is closing the coffin for You.

• He seems like a guy with ADHD with a very extroverted character.

• His loyalty is absolute to the people who earn it.

Other stuff i headcanon about him:

• He's 175cm / 5'8" like the average male Argentinian.

• Good card player.

• Will throw a random fact about himself or his country, doing that often. Misses his homeland.

• He likes to pretend he doesn't understand English when teammates speak to him in English to annoy them.

• He has a nickname for every one of them.

• Jackson Caine by now is the only person that knows how to handle his behavior keeping him on line outside tasks.

• He's pissed that he can't find Yerba Mate anywhere. Avid drinker of mate and almost any kind of alcohol You can give him.

• National Rock enjoyer. (Charli García, Sumo, Los Abuelos de la Nada, Los prisioneros, Virus, Soda Estereo, Fito Páez, Serú Giran, etc.) And a good party dancer.

• He surerly prefers to be addressed by his last name or nickname rather than his first name by strangers; That's something really common here.

• He knows a thing or two about mechanics and economy. Great crafter, and knows how to make good ribs.

• Wild football fan, he went rabid and feral once the Argentine national team won the World Cup in 1974 and 1986. So yeah, he a Maradona and Kempes lover.

• Excellent hand-eye coordination, a football player in his neighborhood as a child. Give him a ball and he will be entertained for a couple of hours.

• His body paint stains everything.

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- A song that could be his Main Theme.

HE HAS SELF STEEM ISSUES AND DADDY ISSUES.

I did common sense common sense of why he might not have a dad.

Reasons ☝🏼🤓 -

- Attached to his older brother

- He sought a replacement with Caine.

- It's really a normal thing here dad leaving and more at that time where people were disappearing in the midst of an economic crisis.

- His temperament and need of approval of making someone proud. And i quote:

"Because of his need to prove his worth, Toro often angers his peers."

"Did everybody see that?! Please tell me You saw that!"

"See??? I told You that You need me."

- He needs an older brother figure to look at.

That just screams he doesn't has a dad.

There's more I could add but I can't think of much more right now, maybe I'll make a second part!

Man, voice acting made him have dialogues with mexican terms...

[elodieunderglass]

To be fair to Jack Glass, an AI facemorpher app was never going to produce someone with any kind of alternative or queer energy whatsoever. It's just not how they're trained. I mean, that haircut is not a reflection of Elodie + T, that is the haunting spectre of ~60k random white guys whose data they scraped off Facebook to make the model.

Right fine FINE since we feel so strongly about the sheer provocation of poor old guysona Jack Glass let’s HAVE HIM BACK FOR A MOMENT, let’s chew on him SOME MORE, with his PODCASTER FACE APPARENTLY !!!!! Christ!!!!

MmmmmMMM I think , with all the love for humanity in my heart, that no matter how hard we might try to scrungle him, this is just A Good Man. it is A Good Man of a different species to myself. but ecosystems are beautiful and balanced places; full of things that are not my business, natural wonders that don’t need my opinion, and mysteries beyond my power to plumb. WHATEVER, it’s FINE. Am I not the first person to fight for the rights of the Bob? Do I not myself champion that there is no such thing as “looking queer” ? Have I not said before that such beliefs damage our whole community and hurt our people?

Nobly did I stand for the rights of the Bob, but I had not considered that but for a twist of the sliders, I was also capable of being a Bob all along!!

(Also I was kind of doing a bit, since the point of OP’s post was a celebration of trans people who are having a damn good time leaning into their inner Bob, as everyone should.)

However, the lessons that Jack Glass has to teach us are many, and one of them is: if a dark mirror showed you that inside your bi bitch self there was a guy who was, detectably, some sort of straight-looking guy with a DnD podcast and the ability to reverse parallel park as well as opinions on loading the dishwasher: can you be chill? Can you face up to the fact that a different brow line would simply make you appear extremely opinionated about fly fishing? And if not, why? Ultimately I do feel that I can be chill, with room in my heart for my inner Jack, even as I lay facedown on the floor thinking about how i BET he does his own oil changes. and that was the spirit I shared him in. The belief that because there is mundanity in the beautiful queer, there is beauty and indeed queerness in the glorious mundane.

And what came of it? Well, much condolence and sympathy, and many shared stories, and many people saying that while it may be very hard to face up to Jack Glass, what is important is that he looks kind. And that is another beautiful lesson of Jack Glass, which is that no matter who your dark mirror is, they are lovable to someone; whether this is helpful for people transitioning or simply helpful to hear in a psychological way, it is worth saying.

Thank you for this 🤝 and to everyone who, with charity and kindness, told me sincerely that they believed in his latent bi energy 😤 and may his lessons, whatever they are to you, be a blessing to those who need them.

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

Re: Ana "because news about it never reached them, suggests that Swift's PR was actively squashing them. "

Yep! They definitely wanted to avoid liability and was able to spin most of the bad press because -wait for it- US swiffers dont read Portuguese. Most of the articles discussing the death of Ana (and the injuries of over 1000 fans and the death of the robbery victim before the show) were in Portuguese as many of the rightfully critical sources were Brazil based. This gave swifts team the upper hand and could just say whatever she wanted because who's gonna google translate when they can absolve mother immediately. Swift/her team claimed she contacted Ana's family privately, the family (I believe her cousin and sister) replied to the announcement on twitter that she did not. Then she actually reached out and invited them to take a pic with her. Yknow with the woman who was responsible for their relatives death. PR also released all sorts of Travis lovey dovey, and holiday plan articles. The only things I've seen in English were random relationship bullshit and some article that mentioned how frizzy her hair looked in Brazil. It was 100% a coverup; I think they knew they'd be liable for negligence and distanced themselves as much as possible. While still making tons of money.

Also I'm sure it's obvious but she's racist as fuck and does not care about her fans of color. She wouldn't even stay in Brazil during that bit. She flew to one of her houses every night. Not white af Scotland though, they need to hydrate ✨✨

Oh yeah- I also saw a lot of cover up stories. I saw so many fans posting to insta about how out-of-breath Taylor looked- yet none of those people were talking about the literal death and hospitalizations occurring around her. They were only talking about how hard it must have been for Taylor Swift to sing in those conditions- and "omg look how much Mother cares about us"

Gimme a break-

I wish I never see another article about Taylor Swift's hair being frizzy ever again! or another article about her stupid football boyfriend.

Swift sure does use the media to cover up her shitty life choices a lot for someone who also claims the media is constantly bullying her.

Dear Taylor Swift, which is it? Are you a victim of the media- or do you have enough media outlets in your pocket now to keep you forever absolved of any wrongdoing?

Can you imagine that your family member just died at a concert- and the Musician of that Concert essentially went "Whoops, how about a photo-op? That's enough recompense, right?"

How utterly crass- Shameful.

Anyway- yeah I am also getting bad vibes from the fact that she's been so caring about people in the USA and UK- yet everywhere else it seems like she just doesn't care.

Bad, Bad, Racist, vibes from that one.

[eraofkalki]

Well what a wonderful thing to wake up to so. . .

Alright. This man. This silly sorcerer that has resonated with me since the start of the game and that obsession nearly doubled down when Nightbringer came out.

He's one of the more multifaceted among the characters. Cunning and wise yet sly and playful, always putting on a smile or that near-sarcastic frown when things don't go as he pleases. Look not saying that the others aren't as interesting—we'd have plenty of room to argue—though I believe that Solomon reigns supreme as being one of the most interesting characters to write for.

How come?

Well. . . a lot could happen.

You may be given a hypothetical scenario: think specific like running away in a getaway car after spending all your money at a casino, or browsing the atlas hidden in the depths of the library as your first date. When you picture those, you may think of let's say Mammon or Satan, or whoever you think would absolutely fit the vibe.

Here's the thing: while you may let any character have their moment with these given prompts, there's no deny that- "hey. wtf. these can apply to Solomon."

It's just.

Wow.

He's not necessarily a one-size-fits-all character, but his personality and dialogue alone quickly layouts millions of possibilities for whatever his character has going for. And that is not yet mentioning his serious moments. Or so his mysterious past as people continue on to speculate about it.

He's so tragedy coded that it's not even funny. Silly man with a dark bloody past?

Which brings to another point- while of course he is a silly ass sorcerer trickster to an extent: when he's serious, he's absolutely fucking serious. <- this person is partly tired when anyone excuses a character's carelessness and naivety due to their trickster persona. And this is not one time as well- Solomon is half to fully serious in his words. While he says it in playful banter, it's the full truth.

And this isn't even adding the fact that man is a fucking simp. Knees on the grown, head hung low, kissing the ground you grace your presence with type of devotion. The embodiment of a starstruck lover, from less likely friends to unlikely partners. At first I was skeptical when people gush over how "domestic" Solomon acts in OM:NB but- man. I got hooked into the bandwagon and now another white-haired guy has me by the neck and heel.

This is mostly how I base my take on his character when writing anything with him: given the information just as dialogue and lore tidbits. It absolutely doesn't help that Moni over here reminds me of my first lo—

That's all for now, hehe!! I have a lot more to say about this guy buuut, that's for a later time :))

i think the multifaceted nature is exactly the most interesting part about him. i sometimes think that there could be any situation in the game and the devs could make solomon react in multiple ways, and i could still be like "oh yeah that makes sense for him to say that/do that" for all of them (not like every single possible situation but you get what i mean i hope). because. he's like that.

his sincerity is one of the traits i admire the most about him. yes, he tends to wave off more personal questions but i don't think that he's any less sincere or honest about the things he does express just because he's reluctant to divulge too much about himself (the mystery makes him hotter hello)

also is it just me or i have these random moments of realising that this guy's like. insane. and he's toning it down by alot. you could write a list of insane shit he's done and stare in awe at how insane the shit he's done is but like. he acts like this guy. this silly little guy who happens to be crazy powerful but then u realise that he's CRAZY powerful and he could be so much more...harmful and sinister if he wants to be. i know this applies to the others too but like, it's just more interesting for him (AND simeon, they're just two Guys who i think are Actually OP) than for others because it's already like known?? for others?? ig? like, it's sort of ingrained in us but when it's him you just have these lil moments of wait woah yeah

idk what im saying im half asleep

and all that + how he's fully, desperately, madly whipped for mc. he'll give them the universe if they ask for a star but this mf will stay on the sidelines because "oh i don't want to interr-" shut up you soggy waffle ive been waiting with your ring for the past 4 hours and my hands hurt

anyways

everyone live laugh and solomon