#This became longer than I expected

[che-rrys-stuff]

What other sort of Kazumaji stuff have you noticed in the games? And when do you think Saejima noticed Majima’s boundless affection for Kiryu?

Hi ! ^^

So, first of all, thank you for the ask (my first one, yay !)

I think there are a lot of scenes and subtext in canon pointing to Majima's infatuation with Kiryu starting on Kiwami 1, all the way to Pirate Yakuza with his helpless desire to be close to Kiryu, do something for him.

So, in Yakuza 0, Nishitani is established as being both physically attracted to Majima and in love with his strength and with Majima as a person, because he can see the real Majima under his composed facade, and the real Majima is very similar to him : a person who loves fighting and find solace in it.

When Majima becomes the mad dog of Shimano, he crafts a big chunk of his persona around Nishitani, because he was moved by his final words, and because he was an example of a 'free' individual, something that Majima aspires to be, because up until that point, his entire persona was a farce driven by others.

I already said that I think his love language is self sacrifice/acts of service, but as there are two sides to a coin, Majima, too, shows his love in two completely different ways, and the second one is something he picked from Nishitani : using violence as a way to show romantic/sexual interest.

In Majima everywhere, he uses fighting as a way to court Kiryu, because Nishitani did the same to him, and he found it attractive.

By making Majima relate to a character like Nishitani, who is openly bisexual, in love with the protagonist of that part and uses violence as a way to flirt, the series retroactively gives a twist and add nuance to Majima's way of thinking, nicely wrapping it up with the 2 Kiwami, especially 1.

The only person he really ever seeks to fight is Kiryu; fighting him makes him happy like nothing else.

Tho, his acts of pure violence are more disingenuous than Nishitani's ones : while that was Nishitani's genuine mindset, Majima started using it just because it's what's expected from him. He built a perfect facade and can't let himself ruin it by showing signs of being 'a softy', something he is, but can't afford to be due to the constant fear of people using that side of his to abuse him like Shimano and Sagawa did.

This costant internal struggle results into his auto destructive side :

While he says that he's the only one who can kill Kiryu, he goes out of his way to protect, help, and ensure that Kiryu and his loved ones can live happily and without worries.

Majima's first dialogue to Kiryu in Kiwami 1 is about how the world is a horrible place, that can destroy you if you show too much attachment to others, then, ten years later, he gets himself stabbed nearly to death for Kiryu.

He almost dies in Kiwami 2 just to keep a promise he made to Kiryu.

He was willing to die in Pirate Yakuza while searching for the heart of the Dragon., to grant Kiryu eternal life.

Without him realizing it, his soft side is still being exploited, but this time he's, for the most part, doing it to himself : from Kiwami 1 to Yakuza 4, in regard to Kiryu, he's too scared to openly feel, and talk about what exactly it is that he feels, and uses either giving up his happiness or his actual life to show affection to Kiryu.

Even if he's sick of the Yakuza life, even if he has things going on for himself, with Majima construction and all, he comes back to the Tojo two times, tossing away a possibility of a different life just so that Kiryu can pursue his own happiness.

Majima's mantra is 'As long as you're happy it's okay', no matter what it takes, no matter what he feels about it.

Kiryu uses Majima's feelings for him in his favor, but he doesn't do it consciously; it's something Majima internalizes outside of Kiryu, because he's a traumatized person, trauma that has foundamentally changed his perspective on interpersonal relationships, shaping them into unhealthy power dynamics (he wants to help Kiryu when he asks, but he doesn't want to say 'yes' right away, so he basically makes Kiryu beat him up to take the 'yes' out of him by force)

Though, there's a subtle shift in his demeanor towards Kiryu from Yakuza 5 onward, be it Saejima's influence, or Majima himself having done a bit of growing up emotionally, but he starts to become more vocal about wanting to protect Kiryu, as well as wanting him by his side :

In Yakuza 5 Kiryu has disappeared again, and Majima, after being captured, chooses Kiryu's happiness over his and Saejima's life, the brother for whom Majima was tortured for a year, the brother for whom Majima got his eye gushed out, the man for whom he stayed in the Tojo just to grant him a place.

Yet, he still chooses to fight him to the death because Haruka is in danger. He thinks dying would be a better option than to see Kiryu being consumed by grief.

This time, he kinds of vocalizes his feelings, because, well, choosing to die to protect Kiryu's feelings as well as his daughter show there's something deeper going on.

In Yakuza 6, Majima almost cries upon reading Kiryu's letter to Daigo. He knows Kiryu isn't dead, but they need to play along with it, and when he finally meet him again in Kiryu Gaiden, he is as joyful as ever, and soon after he opens a bit : he says to Kiryu that there's no need to rush, pleading him to stay in a subtle way. That being the more vulnerable we have ever seen him be in front of Kiryu up until that point.

Then, he puts it on the table more clearly in IW, when he screams to Kiryu to not dare leave, something that he wanted to do since Yakuza 3.

It took Kiryu revealing he had half a year left to make Majima finally snap out of his self made shell.

And who's the one witnessing all of Majima's complex emotions ? Saejima (and Daigo, but let's keep the focus on Saejima for this one)

I think Saejima started realizing Majima's feelings in Yakuza 5, and was certain of them in Kiryu Gaiden (the way he looked at him when he asked Kiryu to not rush out of there speaks more than words).

All of this, culminating in Saejima himself being the one to vocalize Majima's feelings about Kiryu.

Something that points out to Majima's obsessive and autodestructive love is also his Hannya tattoo :

the Hannya is a malevolent female figure, a demon that represents a woman so consumed by love and jealousy she became a monster.

An Hannya mask is two faced : when she's looking straight at you, she looks like a demon, but when seen from below, she looks like she's sobbing.

Just like Majima, she's a dualistic figure, something, or rather, someone, who hides her pain with the facade of a monster.

Kiryu himself says he can't read Majima, and that's probably because of Majima's dualistic and conflicting nature.

He's in constant conflict with his 'fake' self and his 'real' self, so, of course, Kiryu have a hard time finding where the 'Mad Dog' begins and where 'Majima' ends.

[sketchyfandomgirl]

Simon Riley has a Medusa tattoo. It’s never seen since he keeps it hidden beneath his clothes at all times. But it’s small, and almost easily missed at first glance. Only a few select people know about the tattoo.

Like you.

Simon trusts you the most out of everyone he knows. Probably more than his best friend Soap. Probably even the Captain. You knew Simon the longest by almost more than a decade, as you grew up together after your family moved to Manchester.

You were there when he decided to enlist in the military. Being there to see him off, attending his graduation from boot camp and tapping him out alongside his mother.

He trusts you a lot. Enough to be an emergency contact if anything were to go wrong.

You got a call, all the way from America, in Texas if you can believe it, that one Simon Riley has been found near the Texas-Mexico border half dead and was in recovery. So you booked a flight to Texas that very night. Wasn’t Simon supposed to be on some covert mission? What the hell happened?

Simon was reluctant to talk about what happened, but he eventually opened up about the horrors he endured while he was captured by Roba.

The violence, especially the sexual abuse that Simon wouldn’t even tell his assigned therapist. You were Simon’s safety, his most entrusted person who he could be more open with.

It would take years to help him heal.

But eventually, he did start to heal from the process, and asked you to come along with him to a tattoo appointment.

It was there, Simon’s sign of addressing his pain was finally closing to an end, did he get a Medusa tattoo.

[waldau]

insecure — kim mingyu | 2,146 words | fluff, hurt/comfort

milm (man i love mingyu). short haired mingyu is so fucking hot. also, i will gladly spread the mingyu passenger princess agenda.

gender neutral reader. warnings: alcohol.

mingyu doesn't know what exactly he's feeling at the moment. his emotions range from tiredness due to how late in the night it is, to amusement as he half-registers the movie playing on the television, to his heart feeling like it's being crushed and released over and over again.

vernon, in his drunken state, made a quip about you and wonwoo making out years ago.

that has to be a joke, right? you've always said said you've never liked wonwoo that way, and mingyu knows you'd never lie to him. so why does it feel like he's waiting for something bad when he sees your text informing him you're on your way to pick him up from his place to spend a night at yours?

he himself had asked for it earlier in the day, happy when you said you'd love to have him over for the night. but given the stuff that's come up hardly an hour ago, he doesn't know if he wants to see you.

of course he does. but he's worried that he's going to say something stupid to you.

the doorbell ringing shakes him out of his thoughts. wonwoo beats him to opening the door. you're standing in one of mingyu's own hoodies, spinning your car keys in your hand, and the thought warms him up a bit. he's still not used to seeing you in his clothes.

you greet wonwoo and he moves aside to let you in. your eyes light up immediately when you spot mingyu. he raises his arms up to let you hug him from behind.

"feeling cold?" you ask, kissing his head, which is covered with a beanie. he kind of wishes you'd kissed his forehead instead.

"a bit, yeah," he says, not untruthfully. but the cold is not the only reason he has a beanie on. he brings your hand to his mouth to press a quick kiss. as much as he loves you, he's had enough of being teased by the boys for a day. he'd much rather save the real kisses for when you get out of here.

"no greetings for us?" seungcheol asks, taking a sip of his drink.

you smile and say hi to him and vernon. "sorry, guys. i've spent all day away from gyu. you have no idea how terrible it is."

"we've spent all day with him, and we kind of have an idea of how terrible it is," vernon says with a cheeky smile.

"hey," mingyu says, no real annoyance in his voice. you laugh, your hand resting on mingyu's shoulder.

"i'll be more than glad to take him off your hands. let's go, gyu?" you ask.

mingyu nods and pushes himself off the sofa, bidding the other guys goodnight.

you shiver when you step out of the building and walk towards your car. mingyu notices and takes your hand in his, putting it in the pocket of his own hoodie. he knows it doesn't help much, especially when your other hand must also be freezing, but the smile you give him is worth it. he lets go of your hand when you get to the car so you can settle down in your respective seats.

"so, how was your day?" you ask, putting the key in its slot. he can smell takeout from the backseat and his heart does a little flip. just a few years ago, he wouldn't have imagined he'd be sharing a life with someone like this, treasuring late night dinners with someone in a car. and he'd never imagined that someone would be you.

he's glad you're here, even though he knows you're always there for him. it's been an uphill journey getting himself to believe that you really do love him, because there are days like this when he doubts half of everything he knows.

"fine," he says, unzipping his hoodie. the inside of your car is warm enough for him to feel a bit better.

"that's not how you speak if your day went well," you say, reaching over to lay a hand on his thigh.

of course you know him too well. "the shoot began at seven in the morning," he says, leaning back against his seat to relax himself. "and then woozi wanted us to give some input on some lyrics he'd written before we wrapped up for the day. then wonwoo invited everyone home for a dinner party, but the only guys who stuck around were us four, because seungcheol had some ideas for the new choreography."

"aw," you say. "you wanted to leave earlier?"

"yeah. it's better with you here."

when you don't say anything, he looks at you, only to find you looking at him...sadly? confusedly? "not that i'm looking for trouble," you say, taking your hand back from his thigh, "but did i do something?"

of course not. you haven't done anything. even if you did, it's in the past. but the mere possibility that you did it...

"you hooked up with wonwoo."

you blink once. then twice. "what?"

that's an insane accusation to make out of context. so what if vernon said what he said? he was pretty drunk already. "um. i...vernon..."

you sigh. "did he say wonwoo wouldn't shut up about it for a while?"

so it did happen. mingyu nods, a bit numb. time and again his friends have teased you with wonwoo because his roommate is your boyfriend and his best friend, and time and again you've shown that you've only ever wanted mingyu. so why—

"did you...settle for me?" the words sound pathetic, even to himself. but it doesn't make sense otherwise. why would you give up a relationship with wonwoo? his standards for dating are so high, and mingyu often conspires with his friends to get his roommate to go on dates, only to no avail. wonwoo's quite content, being by himself.

you turn in your seat however much you can and look at him. your lips are pressed together in an unhappy line and mingyu hates that he's the reason you look this way.

"is that what you think i did?" you ask, folding your hands in your lap. "that i settled for you?"

"no," mingyu says, and knows he means it entirely. he knows you love him. a lot. but some days the question creeps up out of nowhere and doesn't let go for hours on end.

"then why would you think i did that?"

mingyu shrugs. what was the deal with wonwoo, he wants to ask.

you sigh and reach forward to hold his thigh again. this time, he doesn't let your hand escape, trapping your colder hand in place with his warm one.

"it's true," you say slowly. "i hooked up with wonwoo."

mingyu lets out a shaky breath. "why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"does it change anything between us?"

like hell it would. mingyu would kick himself if that ever happened. he stares at his hand on yours. "no," he says reluctantly. "unless you have feelings for him— i know you don't, baby. but still."

you reach for his hand with your other one, trapping it like a sandwich. an idiot sandwich, he thinks, the thought bringing a small smile to his face.

"when i say we hooked up, we just kissed. a whole lot. but it was only ever that."

mingyu looks up at that. you're serious, he realizes. "just...kissing?"

"yeah. we knew it'd go nowhere. it was a mistake."

a mistake? "when...did this happen?"

"remember that party your friend baekho threw? wonwoo invited me to it."

mingyu doesn't remember the specifics, but he knows you'd been invited by wonwoo because he'd wanted the whole group to meet his old friend from college. mingyu had taken one look at you and realized he really liked you. it wasn't like wonwoo to have a ton of friends that weren't from the band, so he'd immediately taken a shine to you.

you take your hands away from his and he immediately misses them, even though they're cold. "it was supposed to be you," you say, voice small.

"what?"

"the person i kissed. it was supposed to be you."

"what?" he knows he sounds like a broken record.

you let out a small, embarrassed noise. "wonwoo said he'd try to get you alone in a room so i could confess and see what happened. but because we both ended up being drunk by the end of the night, he mistook me for some girl and i mistook him for you and we kissed."

mingyu gapes at you. you're a very graceful drunk, leagues ahead of him, but kissing someone thinking they're someone else?

"shut up," you murmur. "if i'd known it was wonwoo i'd have backed off right away."

mingyu lets out a laugh, his heart feeling so much lighter. to think you'd been kissing wonwoo thinking it was mingyu makes him feel giddy. he likes knowing you've probably been into him longer than he's been into you.

"then what was that thing about wonwoo not being able to shut up?"

you sigh. "he found it pretty funny and always brought it up to the guys, but i wasn't amused."

mingyu can't get it out of his head now. it's more funny than it's sad. maybe it's funny in a sad way. but he can't stop thinking about how awkward it must have been for you to hang out with wonwoo after that little mishap.

"stop laughing," you scold him lightheartedly, smacking his arm.

"i'm sorry," he says, hands reaching out for you. the weight on his chest has almost gone entirely.

it's a bit difficult, but you manage to move to his side and sit on his lap. your car's a bit small for such fancy maneuvers but mingyu always loves being close to you, no matter how.

"hi," you say, finally kissing him. he's missed you all day long, and all he wants to do now is go to your place and hold you in his arms all night long.

"hi," he says, looking up at you. he can't keep the stupid smile off his face.

"still feeling cold?" you ask, lightly tugging at his beanie. "i can turn on the heat, if you want."

the hesitation comes back. he shakes his head, but if you're sitting this close to him, surely you're not going to make fun of him?

"we had the shoot today."

"so you said, gyu."

"they...made me..."

"do a hundred push-ups?"

mingyu's eyes widen. "you think i can do a hundred push-ups?"

"i don't know, maybe?"

mingyu inhales sharply. "then i'll train to do them for you."

you shake your head and kiss him again. "you can do ten and i'll still be happy. what happened then?"

mingyu deflates. he doesn't look bad, not to himself, but it's just... new. he's not used to having such short hair.

"i got a haircut," he says, tugging off his beanie and closing his eyes, scared of your reaction.

your voice is low when you say, "oh, my god."

mingyu doesn't dare open his eyes. "is that a good thing, or..."

"gyu, sweetheart, do you have any idea how hot you look?"

he opens his eyes to see yours trained on his face, flitting between his lips and his hair. he feels the slightest bit self-conscious. "i kind of feel like an egg."

"then you're the hottest egg i've ever seen. seriously, what made you go for it?"

mingyu shrugs. "it wasn't really my idea."

you frown at him. "what do you mean?"

"they thought it'd suit the comeback theme if i had short hair."

you take his face in your hands. "oh, gyu. i'm sorry. i wish you had a say in it."

he nods. he does wish he had a say in it, but as long as you find it hot, he's fine.

you run a hand through his hair, or what is left of it after the trim, your fingers scratching against his scalp much more clearly than they usually do. it feels good.

"i hate you," you say softly.

mingyu's suddenly worried. "what? why?"

"because i'm going to have to change my lockscreen again. do you have any idea how much time it took me to narrow down a perfect choice from all the 1,082 pictures i have of you?"

mingyu groans. "don't scare me like that, baby. also, you have that many pictures of me?"

"i'd have more if you didn't tour so much."

mingyu can't help the laugh he lets out. you really can cure his day with your words, no matter where you are. he pulls you down for a kiss. "let's have takeout and go home, okay?"

you grin brightly at him. "did you just call my place home?"

he supposes he did. but it's true, isn't it? "of course i did."

[mongeese]

Very small piece overshadowed by everything else but I full almost cried at Elgin's line here. Service to others and service to a cause you believe in as service to yourself. Not working for anyone else but dedicating yourself to your work and your community because you want to, because it matters to you. So fucking true. Anyway totally unrelated hc that definitely isn't me projecting I think Elgin's butch

[Image ID: A screenshot of The Silt Verses transcript. It reads

"PAIGE stares at her. She's genuinely touched.

PAIGE: Do you do anything for yourself, Elgin?

ELGIN: (Almost surprised by the question) All of this has been for me. You know that Paige, don't you?"

End ID]

[wheneverfeasible]

playing with fire🔥

wc: 5k || rating: T+ || cw: some swearing and suggestive language || summary: While Steve and Robin are discussing how best to get Robin to ask out Nancy, Eddie enters and has a jealous misunderstanding. || also on ao3

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They’re playing with fire and he knows it.

He’s playing with fire. The chances of being burned are of course high, but he can’t stop himself either way. He wants this, wants him, more than he’s ever wanted anything or anyone. He can only pray that he’s right and Eddie wants him back.

It had started after Eddie’s expedited trial, after hours of working with the group to find the best defense to clear Eddie’s name, after the judge agreed that Eddie wasn’t guilty and he was free to go, after Eddie had cried silent tears of shock and they’d thrown a huge party. After Steve got to see Eddie living life again.

Eddie became a major fixture of their lives and Steve began realizing that he never wanted that to stop. He’d stopped dating because he found he’d rather spend time with Eddie, would always gravitate towards Eddie whenever they hung out with a full group, would always glance over at Eddie when something funny happened or was said because he wanted to see Eddie’s response.

It was when Robin had come to him in tears with the secret that she liked Nancy, feeling horrible for betraying Steve by having a crush on his ex, that Steve realized he didn’t have those feelings for Nancy anymore because he had them for someone else: Eddie Munson.

“I think I like Eddie,” he had blurted out while Robin was mid-rant apologizing profusely and promising she’d never do anything and would always support him and Nancy being together, which had the benefit of effectively shutting her up when his words processed, her mouth gaping as her eyes bugged. It at least gave him a chance to say that she didn’t need to apologize at all because it wasn’t like she could control who she had a crush on, even if Steve had still been in love with Nancy and was trying to win her back, which…he wasn’t. He hadn’t thought about Nancy in that way in a long time.

Speedrunning his sexuality crisis didn’t take long, thankfully. It might have taken longer if he hadn’t been impatient to getting to the part where he could acknowledge his crush on Eddie, of course, and being able to continue liking him from the respectable distance of friendship like had with Nancy and Robin before both those feelings petered out. Except…

Except Eddie continued to flirt with him, and Steve would sometimes flirt back, sometimes making it a game for who could say the most cringe stuff and sometimes making Eddie flush high on his pale cheeks. Eddie would then quickly change the subject, push past everything like it never happened, but it filled Steve up with hope. Especially when the flirting started to get more physical with them all but cuddling together when they watched movies, even when they were amongst friends and not alone, or when Steve would crash at Eddie’s some nights and he’d wake up with his arms full of Eddie, or Eddie pressed along his back.

He had even felt Eddie’s morning wood before, pressing into his lower back where they were curled together, and he discovered that he definitely did not mind that one bit. He hoped to experience it—and more—again frequently.

The only thing Steve didn’t understand was Eddie’s reaction to Nancy.

He always seemed jumpy when she was around, always looked startled when he’d see her while he and Steve were cuddling or flirting. He wished Eddie wouldn’t care about that stuff. Nancy was after all the second person Steve had told after realizing he was bisexual, because yeah they were exes, but they were also friends. And unlike with Robin or Eddie, she hadn’t been around when he realized these things about himself.

Steve kept meaning to tell Eddie that Nancy was fine with queer people, though he kept getting distracted by Eddie being, well, Eddie. He had even told Nancy about his own crush on Eddie, actually. What’s more, there had been something in her expression when he explained what bisexuality was that made Steve think that maybe his little group of young adult friends was actually more fruity than he realized.

Though Eddie had never actually said the words to come out, there had been enough rumors about Eddie in school that Steve hadn’t really been all that surprised when the guy first flirted with him when the world was ending for the umpteenth time, and after Jonathan and Nancy broke up, Jonathan had begun spending a lot of time on the phone with Argyle and sometimes even Dustin’s girlfriend’s older sister, with him even going to meet up with them after graduation. He’d returned with hickeys that were obviously from two different sized mouths and a pep in his step Steve could only be envious of.

Nancy realizing she might like girls was what led them to this moment, however, Robin and Steve with heads bent together as they discussed all the things Steve remembered Nancy liking and the things she didn’t. If his best friend was going to try to pick up his ex, he’d be damned sure that he helped out in whatever way he could.

“What about a bouquet of fresh flowers with one artificial one in the middle? The card could read, ‘I’ll love you until the final petal falls’ or something.”

“God, that’s so cringy, Dingus!” Robin huffed out in laughter, a large and exaggerated eye roll following. “Does Nancy even like that shit?”

“I’m just saying!” Steve protested, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. He thought it was a good idea. But…she had a point. That wasn’t really Nancy’s thing. He could admit that more and more of his suggestions stopped being about Nancy and started being about things he thought Eddie might appreciate. Cringy and embarrassing and over the top and weird. Yeah, maybe he’d take that idea for himself then…

And then, as if summoned by his name whispered in Steve’s thoughts, Eddie walked into Family Video at just that moment, catching sight of their conspiratorial looks as they whispered ferociously to each other. The shop was empty, of course, but they were still careful.

“What are you two whispering about now?” Eddie laughed, sauntering as though carefree, though his eyes continued to dart around whenever he entered a new area, as though looking for something hiding in dark corners, though whether it was monsters or townsfolk who didn’t fully believe in his innocence was always in question.

Probably both, honestly.

Steve moved his eyes from Eddie’s entrance to Robin, knowing that so far she hadn’t come out to anyone else yet, though obviously that would hopefully be changing soon once she’d figured out the best way to ask out Nancy. Steve felt like the keeper of sexualities here suddenly, knowing everyone’s secret but unable to tell anyone else (though he was certain Jonathan and Nancy might be aware of each other’s as well).

Robin hesitated for a moment, her gaze likewise shifting to take in Steve. They exchanged silent words for a moment, his encouraging while hers were begging to be encouraged, and then she was relaxing against the counter with a small sigh of acceptance and shot Eddie a grin next.

“Just thinking about the best way to woo Nancy,” she said with a wiggle of her brows, though Steve could tell that there was still some anxiety in saying it out loud to another person. Even if that other person was Eddie Munson, who would hopefully be more than just a friend soon. Robin had complained about having Eddie as an in-law before, but she’d never been able to fully hide her teasing smile when she’d done so.

Christ. If Robin was actively going to be brave and do this though, was actually going to ask Nancy out, then he needed to be too, right? Eddie was interested, he had to be. What with the rumors and the flirting and the way his fingers lingered just a little bit too long whenever they touched…

Eddie’s expression, however, blanked.

“Oh,” he said tonelessly. He then blinked rapidly, shook himself, and plastered a smile on his face as he moved towards the shelves of VHS’s.

The smile, Steve noticed, did not reach his eyes.

“Well. Good luck with that,” Eddie said, turning his gaze towards Steve for some reason when he said that. “Wayne asked me to pick him up a movie,” he explained, picking up one called Vision Quest before frowning at the cover. “Something about that dude’s face bothers me,” he muttered to himself, putting it back.

“You know, you could sound more enthusiastic,” Robin drawled sarcastically, obviously trying not to pout.

Eddie shot her a pinched look, gaze darting to Steve again before hastily looking away. “Hey, I already said it was some true love shit. Do you need me to hold Steve’s hand during it?” he scoffed. “Might cramp his style.”

Steve exchange a furrowed brow look with Robin. Why would he need to hold Steve’s hand for Robin to ask out Nancy? Not that he was complaining about holding Eddie’s hand. No, quite the opposite in fact. And what was that about true love? He didn’t recall them ever mentioning Nancy and Robin together before.

He shrugged at Robin’s silent question asking what Eddie’s sudden deal was before turning his attention to the metal head and lifting his hand to wiggle his fingers.

“I dunno, Munson. Maybe I do need you to hold my hand,” he teased, though he wanted to frown again when, instead of laughing or smiling or teasing back, Eddie scowled at the next movie he picked up. He hesitated before moving around the counter. “Hey, you okay, Eddie?”

“Fine!” Eddie said hurriedly, and a little aggressively to be quite honest, Steve couldn’t help thinking. Rude. Eddie just huffed though and put the movie back before scanning for something else, eventually picking up something called Hoosiers. Steve had been eyeing that one for himself, actually, since it intrigued his inner Indianian jock, but he’d let Eddie take it for Wayne if he wanted. Maybe he could actually watch it with Wayne.

That was another benefit of his and Eddie’s friendship: Wayne Munson. Though the guy didn’t know all that had gone on, he knew enough to just let the fact that his nephew was suddenly best friends with a Harrington slide. And he liked sports, giving Steve someone to talk to about it finally besides someone still in high school.

Though, sometimes Lucas joined in on it, and the three of them would watch a game together at the trailer while Eddie just shook his head at having three sports lovers in his life suddenly. Steve could tell he was secretly pleased, however, and was always a little nicer to Lucas to make up for being a jerk about it all before everything went down. He even now went to all of the kid’s games, sitting between Steve and Wayne for protection against anyone who thought to start anything.

Eddie had once asked if Steve was sorry he could never take a date to the games anymore, to which Steve had answered that he’d brought Eddie, hadn’t he? And they even had their own personal chaperone with Wayne. Eddie had flushed, hidden behind his hair, but didn’t bring it up again like Steve had expected him to like they did with other reoccurring jokes.

Anyway, back to Eddie’s sudden moodiness, Robin had less far patience for Eddie’s shit than Steve did, seeing as how she wasn’t the one with a raging crush on the guy. She rolled her eyes and picked up a bag of Reese’s Pieces and threw it at Eddie. “Why are you being such a dick right now? Stop being homophobic.”

That got a reaction out of Eddie. He spun around to face Robin, ignoring the bag that hit his shoulder and fell to the floor while spluttering and pink in the face. “How am I being homophobic, Buckley? How is that even possible when I’m—” Eddie cut himself off quickly, shooting Steve what looked like a panicked expression for some reason. “A-anyways, how am I being homophobic right now?”

“I mean, I literally just came out to you and you didn’t even bat an eye. You just ignored it to go huff about…I don’t know, whatever it is you’re huffing about,” she snarked, and Steve could tell she was just barely refraining from rolling her eyes again, and also that she was a little hurt her grand revelation didn’t merit a reaction. He moved over and bent down to pick up the fallen bag before it could be crushed under Eddie’s sneakers as he stomped to the counter, shaking his head a little at their antics, though he glanced at the bag with a small smile too.

Eddie was actually the one that informed him about the history of the candy. How it had been a relatively newer candy, not all that popular compared to the well-known M&M’s, but the latter company had declined being featured in that alien puppet movie a few years back and so the Reese’s brand stepped in instead. After the movie did so well, the candy exploded in popularity, which Steve thought was just simply crazy.

Eddie was full of random facts like that. He never made Steve feel stupid for not knowing them either, which was honestly one of the main reasons Steve had started falling for him as hard as he was. He wondered if that meant he had some kind of praise kink, since he still thought about Eddie’s compliments back during everything and felt his stomach pleasantly squirm at them.

Now, however, Eddie was suddenly leaning over the counter and staring at Robin with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, causing Robin to rear back in startled and confused concern.

“Holy shit, Buckley, you’re a��” He swallowed, tensing as he glanced over his shoulder at Steve, before looking back at Robin with raised brows. “You-know-what?” he hissed.

Robin and Steve exchanged another confused look (Steve could vaguely hear Dustin’s snide voice telling them that their faces would stay that way if they didn’t stop) before she snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “A raging, flaming lesbian? Yes, Munson, I thought that was clear by the fact that I’m trying to score a date with Nancy Wheeler.” This time she didn’t refrain and rolled her eyes again so hard it looked like it hurt.

“Yeah, dude,” Steve snorted as he moved to lean back against the counter beside Eddie, resting one elbow on the countertop as he tore open the bag of candy still in his hand. He offered it to Robin first, who held out her hand and let him pour some out, not taking her hand back until he picked out the yellow ones from her palm. They were his favorite and she always let him have them, just he let her have all the orange ones.

He held the bag out to Eddie next, who still looked gobsmacked for some reason. He shook the bag until Eddie held out his hand automatically. With the same automation Eddie began picking out the yellows and oranges to set them aside in front of Steve and Robin respectively, keeping the brown ones for himself. Robin began picking out the browns from her hand for him as well as Steve divided up the rest of the bag.

“Wait wait wait,” Eddie said after a moment. He turned to look at Steve. “You knew she was…” he trailed off uncertainly.

“Gay? I should hope so since I’m trying to help hook her up with my ex-girlfriend,” he grinned with a chuckle, dropping a few of the yellow pieces in his mouth. He winked at Robin. “You know that means that we’ll have inadvertemph—” Steve started to say before Robin’s free hand was covering his mouth to prevent him from saying something crude about being with the same girl.

“Don’t be repulsive,” Robin shuddered, dropping her hand with a yelp and grimace when she felt Steve lick her palm, grumbling as she wiped it off on her vest while Steve just continued grinning at her.

Eddie watched this like he was watching a tennis match, his brow furrowing in further confusion. “Wait…so…” He thickly swallowed, glancing at Steve with a peculiar expression on his face. Steve hoped it was, well, hope. “You’re not trying to get back with Wheeler?”

“Absolutely not,” Steve said, dropping the rest of the yellow pieces in his mouth and scrunching the bag up to drop behind the counter, chewing the large mass quickly. “That ship has long since sailed.” He was the one that hesitated this time, and even without looking at her, he could hear Robin’s silent communication. He shuffled a little against the counter, turning to properly face Eddie.

Shit. He hadn’t been expecting to do this so soon. The fire he was playing with could very well burn him alive right now if this went poorly. But…

Eddie liked him. He had to, what with the way they’ve been flirting and all but canoodling when they watched movies and things together.

“I, uh…I actually have someone else I’m interested in,” he admitted.

And…oh. Eddie’s face, which had started to look hopeful at the thought that Nancy wasn’t his interest anymore, fell again. And that…Steve knew what that meant. He was good at flirting again, could tell when girls were genuinely into him, and he’d picked up those signs from Eddie plenty of times before. He had been second guessing everything because Eddie was a boy.

But he knew this.

Eddie had thought he was interested in Nancy still and had become as bitchy as Steve could get. He looked hopeful when Steve said he wasn’t into Nancy. Looked dejected when Steve said there was someone else.

He had thought it was true, but…this confirmed it, didn’t it? Eddie showed all the right signs of having a crush on him. Eddie liked him.

Steve’s grin then was blinding. Robin choked a little on her own orange Reese’s Pieces before scooping the last few up from the counter into her hand and muttering about needing to check the back for something. God, he loved her so much.

“You are?” Eddie asked, and Steve could see him drawing back into that bitchy shell he’d been hiding in earlier. God, he was adorable.

“Yeah, I am. He’s really smart, but also kind of dumb. I’ve been flirting for ages and he still somehow hasn’t clocked that I have this massive crush on him apparently. I thought I was being obvious,” he teased.

Eddie was still withdrawing backwards, even physically this time as his body shifted to turn away, that familiar pinch between his eyebrows. Steve suddenly recalled a similar look when Eddie threw his vest at him back in the Upside Down, when he and Nancy had been lightly flirting.

Ohhhhh, Eddie’s down bad for him, Steve couldn’t help but think with an even wider grin. Even before Steve had clocked it all. He could only lament his double-guessing things for so long now. He might have been able to score a boyfriend months ago if he’d recognized and accepted the signs sooner. Oh well. No time like the present.

“Well, I’m sure she’s just shy,” Eddie muttered, eyes glaring down at one of the brown candies on the counter with pursed lips. He placed his thumb down on it and pushed until the hard candy shell cracked and the peanut butter filling inside smeared out. Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to be annoyed enough to care. He was far too pleased with himself. “Probably doesn’t think someone like King Steve could like her.”

That was another tell-tale sign that Steve had always ignored. Eddie had a habit of referring to him as his old moniker whenever Steve would talk about taking out girls before. It made Steve wonder if this crush Eddie had on him had been going on for a while. Even ever since high school.

Damn, but Steve really was an idiot for missing out on it for so long. Despite what he had thought was reciprocal interest this entire time, known to the both of them, he hadn’t been quite certain Eddie felt the same way. But surely his own interest had been evident? It wasn’t like he hid his sexuality, had been more openly flirting with Eddie, and sometimes even Jonathan for the fun of it, though both he and Jon knew it was just teasing and nothing real.

Though…

“Eddie,” he laughed, shaking his head. Eddie just started smashing another Reese’s Pieces piece causing Steve to roll his eyes. “Eddie,” he said a little more firmly, finally making the pair of brown eyes he thought about a little too much maybe turn to look at him. “I said ‘he,’” he pointed out.

Confusion marred Eddie’s face as he tried to work out what Steve was telling him. It made Steve wonder if he really did give off such great hetero vibes that Eddie’s gaydar hadn’t clocked him yet despite everything. And he thought his gaydar was shit. Jesus fucking Christ.

“‘He’ who?” Eddie finally asked, still looking confused.

“We’re talking about my crush,” Steve reminded Eddie, and sue him if his own tone got a little bitchy, but Eddie was being completely obtuse.

“What, does she have a boyfriend?”

“Oh my god,” Steve huffed out, partly annoyed and partly completely fucking enamored by the idiot before him. But he supposed that meant Eddie was in good company, since Steve was an idiot too for not having clocked how obvious the older boy was with his crush all this time, even before Steve had been aware of his own feelings. Two dumbass peas in a pod.

Shaking his head, Steve reached out and covered Eddie’s hand decimating the candy with his own. “My crush, Eddie. I said he’s really smart but kind of dumb,” he said with slow emphasis on the correct pronouns.

Eddie had stilled under Steve’s hand when he covered Eddie’s, but it took a few moments more of furrowed brows and pursed lips before Steve’s words finally seemed to catch. Eddie stiffened, his muscles going tense, his expression going slack and neutral.

Steve should have expected it, should have known that Eddie still wouldn’t get what Steve was trying to say, but the look of utter devastation that briefly crossed Eddie’s face before he swallowed it down hiding behind his hair by ducking his head, still surprised Steve.

How was Eddie not getting this?

Huffing slightly, Steve slid his hand from Eddie’s to reach out and brush Eddie’s hair back, hooking it behind his ear. “Like I said. Kind of dumb. He never seems to realize when I’m seriously flirting with him. I would have thought it’d be obvious by now. It’s not like I cuddle with Jon when we watch movies together.”

Eddie, this time, finally seemed to be catching on. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening before ever so slowly turning to face Steve. The flush to his cheeks and forehead rapidly spread through his entire face and down into the collar of his shirt. Steve thought he should be congratulated for not pressing Eddie into the counter to find out just how far down that flush went.

“You—” Eddie’s voice squeaked out. He cleared his throat, his eyes darting over Steve’s expression as though looking for the trick, the trap, the joke. Steve made certain his expression didn’t changed, though he wondered how comforting his expression of exasperation could really be.

Steve let his eyes drop purposefully and tellingly to Eddie’s lips, licked his own which caused Eddie to jerk slightly, and then finally looked back up into Eddie’s eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, man. I mean, I even told him I wanted him to hold my hand and nothing.” He winked. “Maybe he wants to hold something else.”

Typically Steve would not be quite so scandalous when flirting with hopeful-conquests, but he also knew that Eddie wasn’t like any girl he had ever flirted with before. Eddie was brash, frequently abrasive, and more than frequently over the top. He was like a bull in a china shop sometimes, honestly. And Steve couldn’t get enough of it.

Or the way Eddie seemed to choke on his own air, a strangled and incredulous laugh leaving his prettily parted lips. Big brown eyes still stared at him disbelievingly, but at least Eddie was turned fully to face him now. Steve reached out again to twirl a finger in Eddie’s hair.

“Y-you’re not…straight?” Eddie wheezed out, and at least it was a full-ish sentence. Progress.

“Bisexual, actually,” he happily announced, leaving Eddie looking even more floored. “Something about having a guy pin you to the wall and then later say some really nice stuff about you tends to make you realize when you maybe kind of want to kiss him,” he added, a little sheepishly this time.

“Mostly the nice stuff,” Steve quietly admitted with a small laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, the pinning to the wall was nice once you get past the fear your jugular is about to get ripped out by a broken bottle, but it’s really the dude making me feel like I might actually be a good person and always being really nice to me when I don’t understand something that really made the crush grow.”

Eddie’s shaking hand reached up to lightly grasp the one still playing with his hair. “You…you really have a crush on…this guy? Like a real one?”

Steve could only grin, taking a small step closer. “Absolutely. He’s kind of adorable, actually. Tries to put up this big bad rockstar vibe, but I happen to have it on good authority that he’s actually a big softie nerd who cried when an animated toaster got crunched up rescuing his friends,” he lightly teased.

“He was so brave,” Eddie pouted, distracted for a moment by the memory, before blinking rapidly, because there was no way to pretend that Steve’s crush could be anyone else now. He drew in a shaky breath, his eyes darting between Steve’s, and then the most beautiful smile Steve had ever seen spread across his lips. Steve felt dizzy at the sight.

Feeling a little more confident now, Eddie leaned in slightly, his eyes dropping to Steve’s lips before looking back up into Steve’s eyes. He still had to clear his throat a little before speaking again, but the wariness was finally absent from his expression.

“I happen to have it on good authority that your crush might just like you back,” he murmured, and Steve was enraptured by the way Eddie’s eyes sparkled up at him.

“Yeah?” he murmured, swaying forward despite the public location. The store was dead, sure, but they could be interrupted at any moment, or seen by pedestrians walking by the shop. “Think he might be up to pinning me to another wall lately?”

Eddie grinned. “I think he’s willing to pin you to anything you want, big b—”

“Oh my god, please shut the fuck up,” Robin’s aggrieved voice broke in, startling the both of them so badly that they jumped apart as though electrocuted.

Of course, after realizing it was just Robin, Steve gave the bitchiest eye roll of his life and rested a hand on his hip. “You’re just jealous because you can’t flirt with Nancy yet,” he said, tone matching his eye roll. “I’ve been telling you to just hurry up and do it, Buck.” He glanced at Eddie and indicated Robin with a look that clearly said ‘can you believe this hopeless lesbian’ which caused Eddie to snort.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Hairy. Like you weren’t whining to me about Eddie just three days ago,” she snarked, causing Eddie to grin and Steve to flush this time. “At least wait until your next break before you shove your tongue down his throat or anywhere else.”

“Robin!” Steve gasped, completely scandalized, pressing his palm to his chest. “I expect at least one date first before I shove my tongue anywhere except Eddie’s mouth.”

Eddie choked, face once more flaming, but Steve could only grin at Robin’s disgusted expression.

“The first part sounds fantastic though,” he acknowledged, reaching down to grab Eddie’s hand in his own. “I think I’ll take my first break now. Be back in fifteen, sweetie!” he laughed, tugging a dazed Eddie towards the front door, knowing Eddie’s van was parked somewhere nearby.

“Don’t forget to use protection later, you whore!” Robin merely called back, and despite all her snark and annoyance, Steve knew she was happy for him. And happy for herself that she didn’t need to hear him mooning after Eddie anymore, though she would probably come to regret what Steve was like now that he and Eddie were together.

It was fine, she’d get her payback once she asked out Nancy later that night too.

As for Steve, he proved himself to be a liar, because that night he definitely put out before their first date. Though, he figured with a teasing smile when Eddie brought that up, they had been on several dates at Lucas’s basketball games, remember? So really, he had plenty of lost time to make up for that night, again and again and again.

They might have been playing with fire, him and Robin, but how else were you expected to keep warm?

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Fun fact! The bit about Reese’s Pieces is true! They’re also my favorite candy. Also, the movie Vision Quest (titled Crazy for You in the UK and Australia) starred a young Matthew Modine, who played Dr. Martin Brenner in Stranger Things. Hoosiers is about a high school basketball team in Indiana going to the state championships.

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Courtesy tag: @katyawriteswhump

[artfartt]

I know this was supposed to be a joke but I was curious and now we have biblically accurate Salmon and Mackerel

[accio-victuuri]

11/19/23 updates cpn 🎂🍦🍪

for some reason, today, both of them decided to share on their social media. for wyb, it’s his douyin. for gg it’s weibo + douyin. xzs also posted on their weibo. they didn’t even bother splitting it up like one will post in the morning and the other afternoon/evening. nope. it’s all in the same afternoon.

we were hoping for some 24 hr relay, but these gremlins are like nope. we will just post very closely to each other. for wyb it’s definitely a part of his homework completion. lol. and the fact that he is wearing something evisu related again. how many things did he do during this shoot? 😂 as for ZZ, it seems like he is trying to catch up too? ( douyin stuff are from yuguyao promotion ) nonetheless, we are happy to get stock content.

doing this made them both go on HS. i love seeing their names on HS for stuff like this. (?FYI for wyb it’s more of the “cross dressing” meaning switching clothes.)

now let’s see what else is there….

1. The same use of emojis as captions on there douyin posts as if they really have no time to think of even a word or line to use. lol. tho this kind of caption is not exclusive to them, it’s just nice to see them matching like this on the same day.

2. There are a couple of guesses on what they are “celebrating” today ; what could possibly be the reason for doing this specifically on the 19th.

(p1) it’s wyb’s 105th post on douyin. 10.5 which represents zz’s birthday, so it’s special. that’s why they both posted today. (p2) the day zz shared his japan trip. i think this doesn’t need any more explanation, japan trip cpn is notorious on this fandom. (

(p3 and p4) this one is kind of reaching but it’s one of those 2020 candies that i love and it happened around this time too. 11/18 - 11/19 it was speculated that they spent time together. for those who were here during that time, WYB shared a video (11/20) of him skating and his caption was like i wish i could go skating everyday and then the three dots. WYB loves skateboarding and i don’t doubt that he wishes he can play everyday, but the cpn-colored glasses is wondering if what he is really talking about is skateboarding. or maybe, maybe he was wishing he could spend time with GG everyday or more often. and the three dots, which in turtledom means i miss you just adds fuel to this CPN. The penguin photo was shared by XZ on 11/18 and it’s a piece that people are adding, it is making the heart gesture and could be because XZ is happy to be with WYB.

There is a CPN timeline from that period in 2020 so lemme just refresh people’s memories even if it’s totally irrelevant ( probably ) to this post. I love myself some cpn archaeology. 🔍

11/17 was luoyang opening ceremony so he was kinda busy here but they still got to spend time together. In hindsight, this is very telling, cause there was some heavy speculation that GG was present during Luoyang presscon. If he was there during the opening ceremony for the filming, he might have been introduced to select cast and crew. So it was easier for him to tag along for the press con before the official release cause he knows the people. 11/19 was the release of the wolf and WYB attended the chanel x vogue event. 11/22 GG released a douyin video and we CPN about the curtains and how it’s similar to one of Bobo’s. Again, hotel curtains are not the most reliable measure, i know, but that’s how CPNs work.

11/25, YBO posted alluding to the douban issue of downvoting works. basically manipulating data — look at YBO calling out this practice years before, they know how unreliable DB is. everyone knows. the point is, around this time, The Wolf was getting downvoted by antis.

11/29, an episode of TTXS was aired where WYB said “i can’t give up what i like”. A sentiment that is true in everything he does, from dancing to his other hobbies. No matter how hard it is and even if it seems like everything is against him, he will not give up. The same is true (probably ) with his relationships. 🤍 this episode was filmed 11/22 which was very close to when they allegedly spent time together so the feeling is there ( and there is a whole different cpn for that day too lol ).

In 2019, GG’s Bazaar promo was release where he said that he saw his love in a dream ( i don’t think this needs any explanation ) and 2021 they also posted around the same time and both are transitions.

This is all guess work, they could be posting for the simple reason of KPI or their studios scrambling to get their bosses to be visible online 😂😂😂 BUT THE POINT IS, there seems to be significant things happening during this time and always including 11/19 between them. ✨ It fits the pattern we have been seeing for years.

3. WYB’s 105th post on Douyin and GG’s 1050 post on Weibo. 🤡🤡🤡

4. The use of a light in their hands as an element to their post. For WYB it’s a transition to change clothes and for GGs it’s more of a sunshine/light.

They share the same brain cell. Lol. and BXGs are so good cause there is already an art for it.

5. I love how XZ was like i don’t wanna be doing this while filming the Douyin. goes to show what happens behind the scenes and how similar he & WYB are. in the video, XZ was asking his staff “is this viral?” and they respond with “really viral” and he proceeds to make faces like he can’t believe 🤣🤣🤣 If he only knew, the most random things go viral. and he probably didn’t want to do it cause it had the cute vibe to it.

Similar to WYB, he prefers the cool transitions and he is someone who will not be willing to do a douyin trend. Both of them would rather share things they love like photos of places or their hobbies.

The lyrics for GG’s video is:

oh no oh no i haven’t talked to my baobei

baobei, what are you doing?

muah are you there? are you asleep?

baobei, what are you doing?

why aren’t you replying?”

Going by the theme of the song, missing someone, his baobei who is not replying lol is this a shout out to WYB? 😅

Anyway, it’s being linked to WYB’s post. The whole transition with the phone light he is doing was said to be popular in 2021. There is a couple version, which means two people are doing it and the BGM used is a song i will still miss you.

Looking at the lyrics, I understand why he didn’t use it and went with the cool tune instead. It’s a bittersweet song and about missing because the couple grew apart. WYB still wants to match the missing theme but probably scrapped it cause GG’s is more on the cute type of missing someone. 🙃

6. Going back to the Japan Trip, their posts seem to echo that time. 11/19/2018.

From WYB’s use of his phone and the shot. To XZ’s most obvious posting on the same day and SAME TIME 🤯🤯🤯

THIS IS WHY JAPAN CPN WILL FOREVER BE RELEVANT!!!!!! Happy 5th anniversary i guess! 💟 Dude I can’t fuckin believe Xiao Zhan did this the fuck he is insane for this.

7. In usual turtle clowning fashion, some of em commented xz or wyb’s photo on their douyin. These might be buried now cause solos are doing the most to make sure the top posts are theirs.

-END.

Disclaimer: this is all CPN. meaning, it is interpretation/speculation from a cpf’s perspective and uses lots of symbolism and past events that are known and understood by cpn-inclined turtles. this is not the place to wash things cause again, it’s all cpn anyway. I don’t make these posts to be picked apart, it is for fun and to enjoy. Okay? Okay. If you wanna complain, do it on your own blog.

[geoffguy]

Kind of annoyed at ai right now

I am sososososo sick of ai right now everywhere I look ai chat bot ads, ai art ads, ai sponsorships, ai art in videos, ai art in search results, ai search results in general, people talking about using ai in xyz, lecturers telling students to use ai holy shit, sexy ai girlfriends and using ai to make people kiss? That’s WEIRD, like really fucking weird???? Why is this so popular, watching video on [topic]? Oops everyone is too fucking lazy to find appropriate images to use in the background and everything is disgusting looking over saturated jumbled ai slop, hmm yes I love my historical painting made in the year 1140∞8, thank god for ublock my only saving grace in this shit turning off ai search results, WHO is asking for and making all these shitty ai images in search results they all look like complete ASS, most of the time they can’t even get basic fucking colours right, and I don’t give a fuck that my aunts boyfriends nephews friends uncle uses ai to write emails im not using that shit and my lecturers telling people to use ai for assignments? A shitty lazy software that skims the surface of google and shits out the first thing it finds? In a field of work where google results give you jack and shit to the point where lecturers have had to point out multiple books that are basically the only ressource on certain things? Also this is fucking conservation and you’re telling people to use something that’s a massive waste of water and electricity????? Yeah okay fine man whatever, biting stuff and biting stuff and biting stuff and biting stuff and

[psychicthepsychic-daily]

some notes on how i write the purple guys dlc communicating <3

Psychic-

speaks tersely and seriously, but with a calm self-assurance

intelligent and articulate, speech comes out readily and confidently

his voice is quiet but clear, impossible to shut out. (because of telepathy, it has a kinda echoey effect to it that most people gotta adjust to)

chooses his words deliberately; reserved and will leave unspoken things he deems unnecessary

very straightforward, not very chatty to begin with and doesn't see the point of sugarcoating and small talk

assertive and stubborn, not afraid of confrontation and will flatly respond to it

not charismatic. appeals to people's heads instead of their hearts because he's a psychomancer, a logic-oriented one, and that's kinda his thing

very deadpan and sarcastic, especially with Void

tends to make little witticisms under his breath and subtle references to historical and literary Moments™

drops a lot of iconic one-liners (that he totally wasn't rehearsing in the mirror /s /lh)

more informal and casual when he's alone with his master. but when the rest of the family show up he tends to withdraw and act more formal and professional. typically more emotive around them than others

curses sparingly, avoids doing so during work, might relax when he’s just with his master, probably curses more alone and/or around Void

cold towards people named boyfriend and warm towards people named girlfriend

reserved body language (except with telekinesis lmao), he moves his hands around a little bit but that's about it

confident gait, will walk around the Dearests’ mansion like he owns the place, but can also move silently and scare people <3

when he's really angry (rare) his voice goes extremely quiet, calm, and freezing cold. the very air feels staticky, like it's about to combust

Void-

Confidence Swag 101

speaks in a sort of drawl, a little bit lazy, a little bit flirty

other times he tends to talk fast and sharply, but eloquently; gets impatient if asked to repeat himself

lots of tsk-ing and other dramatic noises ✨

not him using gen z slang lowkey (not to the point where it’s obvious though lmao)

very expressive. his voice flows naturally from being soft to Very Loud as he talks, it (among other things) comes from him playing a character 24/7

ultra rizzler. horrible at expressing genuine feelings and concern towards anyone not named Jet though

opposite to Psychic in that he appeals to people's hearts instead of their heads; aims for people's emotional attachment to him rather than their intelligence

matches the snark level of whoever he's talking to, e.g. he and Psychic are always bouncing light insults back and forth but he's not that sardonic with Space Gang

subconsciously manipulative. it's hard not to be with the sheer power and influence he has, but it's usually unintentional.

very exaggerated body language, loves doing flourishes and dreamy winks lmao. mostly trained himself into it to help catch people's attention.

very practiced, even, and loud gait. carries himself in a way that draws attention, even when he's not immediately recognized.

never swears in his songs or when he's live, not around fellow stars, and probably not directly at the Accretions. might curse when alone. doesn't curse around most friends/acquaintances (i.e. Space Gang, Hood) but does a lot more around Psychic.

when frustrated he drops the theatrics and his voice rises (more fiery than Psychic's, ironically)

when he's angry there's also a vitriol and weight to his tone, and the air grows cold and heavy

Hood-

speaks warmly and with a cheerful lilt, no underlying sharpness or edge

words come out in a steady flow, not a lot of filler words or stuttering

expresses his thoughts honestly and succinctly, leaves a lot unsaid; he's guarded but many people don't realize it

very mild-tempered, the most easygoing of the three. not as intense as Void, not as aloof as Psychic.

matter-of-fact in tone, can get snarky or teasing but always comes back to sincerity

careful and reassuring if he notices someone is upset, tries to give encouragement and compassion

can be awkward or uncertain, but everything he says comes from the heart <3

tone becomes tense and stilted and talks faster when people named epsilon/his fans come up in conversation :(

will surprise Psychic and Void by cursing if he’s annoyed or frustrated. it is a thing he’s capable of, they just baby him too much to recognize it /lh /hj

makes lighthearted jokes to distract attention from himself; a little nervous with all eyes on him

usually the first one who tries to de-escalate tensions and play mediator, but it visibly stresses him out

quick to forgive. also quick to apologize and/or express sorrow, for trauma reasons /hj

energetic, emotive body language. lots of finger tapping, nervous fidgeting, mirroring others

walks with a real spring in his step <3 quick and light on his feet, he barely makes a sound

when he’s angry his voice rises in both pitch and volume and he balls up his fists. it’s surprisingly just as scary as with Void and Psychic because Hood is so difficult to anger.

[ewingstan]

We sort of touched on it in a prior post, but you’ve gotten a fair few details on how Mark and Carol raised Victoria by this point.

From what details you recall, how does her handling/raising of Kenzie fall into compare and contrast with those details?

Wooh. Hm. Well, I think she has Kenzie's ultimate wellbeing in mind more than Carol probably did while raising her and Amy. At the same time, when Victoria's first reaction to Kenzie getting publicly pilloried was "lets get you in front of cameras to argue your case, and also while we're at it lets keep our cape-network plan from falling through by jumping on the public-Scion-reveal grenade" I thought well. Yeah that's something Carol's daughter would think to do huh.

Its a dangerous relationship they're in. Victoria legitimately wants to keep Kenzie safe and stop her from overworking herself. She also really wants this cape group thing to work. She'd probably not consciously let the latter get in the way of the former, but she will let Kenzie fight as a hero if it seems like that's what Kenzie wants. The problem, of course, is that Kenzie wants what Victoria wants. Kenzie will act in whatever way will make the people around her happy, and so if she thinks Victoria wants her to be a hero (which you don't exactly need to be an observation tinker to notice), she's gonna make being a hero her whole thing. Not to mention that Kenzie also knows Ashley wants her to be an active cape, Sveta enjoys being on a hero team, etc....

I'll also say that the way Victoria's treating Chris.... kind of reminds me of how Carol treated Amy growing up? Victoria sees him as her responsibility: he's a member of the group Dr. Yamada asked her to shepherd, and he's a kid, and now that Dr. Yamada's gone that responsibility is even greater. Victoria is burdened with Chris in the same way Marquis burdens Carol with Amy; sure, Victoria does it a lot more voluntarily.... but she's also doing it more because she agreed to care for "the group," not for Chris. Chris is a responsibility that came packaged with what she wanted to do. And while the care she has for Kenzie seems to come from a place of genuine concern and affection, her keeping tabs on Chris feels strictly procedural. She's responsible for him, she'll keep tabs on him, nothing more to it. There's a lot of resentment and some frustration that boils into how Victoria treats Chris as a result. Insert your arrested development "I don't care for Chris" image here.

Hell, despite otherwise having pretty wildly different viewpoints when interacting with people, Victoria ends up resembling Taylor a lot in how she thinks about Chris, because it matches up so well with how Taylor thought about Regent. Its another case of "That guy I'm not as close to as the others, the dangerous one, the one whose probably a sociopath waiting to be let loose." I remember thinking that Chris seemed like "the Regent of the group" in my early reading, but they're really not so alike personality-wise, or even in terms of their place in the team dynamic; they're just positioned the same way in the mind of each text's narrator.

I read Taylor's reaction to Alec as one part fear-response to people who seem to delight in other's pain for no obvious reason, and one part a reaction to all the stuff she doesn't like about herself projected onto some twink in leggings. Her fixation on the idea that Regent must just like hurting people, that its just the kind of person he is, comes from the same scared confusion about why her best friend and the whole of the school started torturing her for no apparent reason. Its a reaction from a person who still categorizes everyone as bullies or victims, and is distressed about whether there's more to that and where she is on the spectrum. In her mind, he's a kinda evil dude that likes to hurt people because hes a bully and that's what bullies are, but actually maybe he's fine to hang around with? Which is getting churned in her head alongside her pledging to protect people by becoming a horrifying warlord and making long arguments to Pariah and Flechette about how villains can be helpful and heroes can be bullies. Taylor's relationship to Alec and her distance from him is symptomatic of her evolving views about who people can be, what power can be used for, and why people act the way they do.

Of course, Taylor conversely forms one of her strongest emotional bonds with someone who reminds her of her bullies even more than Alec does. But I think this makes sense for the same reason Chris and Kenzie could both remind Victoria of Amy but inspire such differing treatment. Bitch's first encounter with Taylor was a seemingly random attack that Taylor directly compares to the trio's assaults: she instinctively looks for a reason to hold back like she did for them, and then finds freedom in not having one. But while Rachel at first seems to directly fit the "bullies because she's a bully" model, Taylor learns pretty early on that Rachel has perfectly understandable reasons for her behavior, and that she can be predicted and made into a close ally if she just pays attention and puts in the work. Taylor's relationship with Alec is her sticking to the idea that the world is bullies and victims, and you have to find your place in it without understanding it because there's nothing more to understand. Taylor's relationship with Rachel, meanwhile, is her finding out the world isn't just bullies doing bad things because they're bad people. Rachel is the possibility of understanding the world, bringing it to heel, learning to love it and make it love you.

Similarly, Victoria's relationship with Chris is a reflection of everything she internalized from the Wretchening, while her relationship with Kenzie is her reacting against those internalized lessons towards something more hopeful. Chris is a medical freak who becomes a horrible misshapen monster on a regular basis and who suffers horribly for it, yet keeps choosing to do so. He's wretchening himself at the slightest provocation—he's impatient to wretchen himself! Add to that how his emotions rule him to the degree that they physically transform him, and that he shows absolutely no desire to reign them in, and its pretty clear why Victoria is often so negative to him. He's a powderkeg waiting to go off in a horrible way like his sister was, filled with strange and offputting desires turned into strange and offputting flesh, and unlike Amy he doesn't even have the decency to shamefully repress it. Chris is Amy as the deviant who qua deviancy will inevitably be a danger to everyone around him. Kenzie, meanwhile, is Amy as the sister who gave too much of herself. Victoria's shown at times that she hasn't forgotten how she loved Amy as a sister, how she wasn't inherently evil. She spoke with regret about not listening to Amy when she begged Victoria not to hug her. And she's pretty much said in-text "I don't want Kenzie, who I love as I once loved my sister, to exhaust herself to the point that she becomes lost in the way my sister did." Victoria looks at Chris and is reminded of all her fears of what strange and dangerous people will do, of her belief that bad people do bad things because their bad people. Victoria looks at Kenzie and remembers that's not true, and that she can do something about it.

[bradleyenthusiast]

Since I’m not going to finish the Jessica master-post/essay for a good long while; I wanted to take a look at the parallels between these scenes (as well as the events before and after) and the implications they have about Brad and Jessica’s relationship.

For context’s sake, Season 1 Episode 6 starts with Morty working up the courage to ask Jessica to the Flu Season Dance, only to then be intercepted by Brad.

From an outsider’s perspective, Morty presents as a nervous, shy, and insecure younger boy without much to offer but with a lot of heart, who is being unfairly mistreated by someone who pushes him back, thinking that Morty should “stay in his place” and date on his (lower) level.

From Brad’s side of things, Morty is a random who’s hitting on his girlfriend, and not even a worthy rival at that. He explains that even he wouldn’t go so far out of his own league. Jessica stands there and smiles as Brad praises her and insults Morty, until Brad states he doesn’t hit on girls prettier than herself. She frowns, sarcastically thanks him, and he smiles, adding on that his talents lay in athletics, not prose. If she wants that, she can have that. As he leads her away, arm around her shoulders, Morty looks down, defeated.

(Tangentially, I’d also like to add there’s a common misunderstanding had with this scene that Brad and Jessica are not dating, and Morty’s potential date was “stolen” from him by Brad intervening and discouraging Morty from talking to Jessica. However, the scene ends with Brad saying, “You want good words? Date a languager.” Additionally, if that misinterpretation were the case, that would make Jessica even worse as a person.)

At the dance, Morty, armed with a love potion extracted from an annoyed Rick, smears some onto Jessica’s arm. Jessica, initially aggravated by this, quickly succumbs to its effects. Grabbing Morty close and proclaiming her love for him. Morty confesses his own love as well, just as Brad (who’s drinking) passes by and overhears him. Brad does a spit take, angrily crushes his cup, and places himself between Morty and Jessica, pushing Morty back and prepared to get physical. He asks if he’s bothering Jessica, the obvious sight of Jessica embracing Morty going unaddressed.

Jessica pushes Brad back immediately, grabbing Morty back and screaming at Brad to leave him alone, calling him a jerk and repeating her love for Morty. Brad is genuinely shocked here, looking quite sad before Jessica gets in his face, stating: “He is more man than you will ever be.” She then sneezes, infecting him.

This scene flips the main point of Brad’s earlier verbal degradation of Morty and overall emasculation back onto Brad. Brad sees himself as the superior man to Morty, as a valued athlete, boyfriend, and peer in school. The rest of the student body, as well as Jessica, has been shown to share that same opinion. So there’s supposed to be satisfaction in this scene, seeing Morty finally win, and Brad devolve into a Morty-obsessed drone, but it only spells the disastrous beginning of the end of this dimension.

Moving onto the season finale, Episode 11 has Morty clashing with Rick and Summer for throwing a party in the parents’ absence, while their guests make a mess of the house in a chaotic whirlwind that Morty takes upon himself to control. We find out that sure enough, Brad and Jessica are both in attendance (though do not arrive together), to which Rick assumes the latter will quell Morty’s anxiousness.

This proves to be a gross underestimation of Morty’s ability to annoy Rick.

With the sudden Kool-aid Man-esque appearance of the leader-combination clone Abradolf Lincler, Brad (who’s drinking and appeared to be having a conversation with Jessica while Morty lingered behind her) is bumped into while Lincler monologues at Rick. This begins a confrontation that has Lincler awkwardly trying not to sound racist, suddenly looking to Rick for help, while Brad takes the encounter very personally. He turns everything Lincler says against him, even quoting the Third Reich’s promise to reign a thousand years.

Jessica attempts to interject, pointing and demanding Brad leave him alone, but Brad yells for her to stay out of it, pointing a finger right back at her.

Jessica is extremely upset by this. To which Rick yells out, “Kick his ass, Brad!” The people surrounding join in on this chant, notably not added to by Grace S., Jessica’s friend who tried to calm her down at the dance. Lincler looks around while Brad crushes and throws down his cup, and starts the smoothest ass kicking in the show thus far.

Jessica yells at Brad again as he throws himself at Lincler, then runs out of the room. Morty expresses his outrage with Rick, but is then pushed in Jessica’s direction, claiming he did Morty a “favor”. This is the second time Rick has helped Morty meddle in Jessica’s relationship, this time for his own benefit.

Morty follows through, meeting Jessica in the front outside and apologizing for Rick’s behavior. However, this apology is ignored, Jessica instead beginning to vent her frustrations with Brad, “UGH. Brad is such a jerk. He’s always trying to prove what a man he is. I just want to find somebody nice and sweet.”

Although this could be taken as Jessica’s feelings about Brad’s behavior towards her, based on the previous scene’s context about race, the Civil War between the Lincoln-led Union against slavery in the United States and the pro-slavery Confederacy, the centuries of chattel slavery (that may have brought Brad’s ancestors to the States), and the ideology of the Third Reich of Hitler’s Nazi Germany, Jessica’s rant comes off as instead focused on Brad’s own pattern of behavior toward others.

We know that to an extent, Jessica is making a very valid point, both as a girlfriend and peer. Brad is a jerk, but not for the fight we just saw. We saw how in Episode 6 he belittled Morty, pointedly not for hitting on his girlfriend but instead for not even being worth it. Brad is justified here in context, but he took it a step too far to say that for Morty, there’s no chance in the world that he or people like him could find luck with girls like Jessica. It’s not their place.

Brad then follows up with the implication that if he were more successful or more wealthy, he’d be allowed to be with a prettier girl than Jessica. All while saying that Jessica is the prettiest, the highest caliber that he can get. At her sarcastic gratefulness, he brushes her off, and displays an unwillingness to change, like he would rather she leave him to find happiness than abandon his role in this social system.

Although, to counter this, the vulnerability Brad exposes in himself can’t be ignored. In the same breaths that he says that Morty is beneath both him and Jessica, he shows how highly in regard he holds her, how closely he follows the doctrine of high school hierarchy for her sake, and how willing he is to stand up for her and her standards. He performs his duty promptly and plays the role of a jerk jock without issue.

He’s comedically self aware and understands that although he was just saying very shallow things, he also shows how much he understands Jessica’s wants and desires, how she’s capable of knowing what she wants out of a relationship. He may say, “Date a languager (instead).” But he’s also showing that he respects that she could make that decision as a result of him.

It’s not a profound way of saying it, but Brad knows where his shortcomings as a boyfriend are and how that could effect the future. He expresses himself in ways he knows how to communicate, expressing how much he desires Jessica physically but also respects that their personalities have clashing areas.

Brad sees her as the prettiest girl in school, someone’s who on his level and respects as an equal, but also someone who might not see him as her dream guy. That’s alright. She can make that decision for herself, but for now, until that happens, he’ll be there for her regardless. Maybe not in the chivalrous way we dream, but he’s making an actual effort to show up.

We also see that when Jessica was embracing Morty, telling him she loved him and being obviously “happy”, Brad’s first decision was to push aside Morty, focusing on how he could defend Jessica from someone so far beneath their shared level, and someone he already told off for talking to her. The scene implies that he only notices when Morty talks, but the intimate posing should have been acknowledged if Brad were interested in confronting Jessica. Implying perhaps Brad is willing to put up with Jessica wandering as long as she’s still his.

When Jessica calls him a jerk here, and less of a man, it is in its most obvious context, directing vitriol at Brad that perhaps he isn’t completely used to maybe, but is aware of. He knows he isn’t perfect, he knows he’s not the poet she may want, but her saying Morty is more a man than he is specifically for Brad to swallow. That comes from actual dissatisfaction with Brad and is repeated in her later rant. It was the love potion that was able to let Jessica actually confront her issues with her relationship. It’s what shocks Brad to hear, even if he already knew it.

When Brad yells back at her at the party, Jessica’s feelings come back to the surface and come out at the most inappropriate time possible. Maybe Brad was yelling because he remembered how he felt before he was infected (alt. universe after all) or it was the same communication difficulties he had when he said he wouldn’t hit on a prettier girl.

However, people don’t owe nazis the space for debate and civil conversation, never mind the targets of the violence sewn by them. Maybe Jessica was just talking about Brad yelling at her, or she was trying to keep him from getting physically involved with someone again for the sake of his own ego, like she says is common with him. She has the right to be mad at that. Raising your voice at anyone, especially a loved one can be very damaging and even triggering.

However, Jessica centering her own feelings after a confrontation like that not only comes off as selfish, but also makes her look like a fascist sympathizer. Instead of accepting the apology, having some perspective, or saying outright what her actual problem was, Jessica redirects Morty’s genuine apology for Rick’s bad behavior and manipulation of the situation, into a complaint about her African-American boyfriend confronting a racist.

On top of this, we also know that Jessica had nothing to say when Brad was berating Morty, only speaking up when it had to with herself, her self image, her ego. But the moment that she chooses to tell off Brad, to get him to leave the situation alone, she chooses Hitler. Then chooses to position Brad as the jerk, the aggressor, and being “too sensitive”, when we know Jessica has on two occasions attacked Brad’s masculinity, when Brad’s earlier argument was centered around the emasculation of Black men by white men.

And at the end of the episode, we find Brad and Jessica right back together, to Morty’s disappointment. So, maybe everything just works out. Maybe the two see the beauty and ugliness in each other, and can’t think of any other person to love. Maybe it’s just convenience as two popular shallow kids boost each other’s popularity.

Either way, Morty should learn more about Jessica before he starts killing indiscriminately again.

[sunshinem0ths]

in the middle of my first mcd rewatch since i was 13, and though ive not yet finished season one i HAVE been looking at some fan content on here and ao3 and i cannot stop thinking about garroth and his relationship to irene, and subsequently how that would realistically affect his relationship with aphmau.

garroth, raised his whole life under the oppressive hand of a father who twisted irene's image so much that it became one of rigid, calculated monarchy. one kingdom, one will, guided by the light of the matron herself. garroth, whose brother, the high priest, uses a mask of faith and holiness to hide his true, sinister intentions. gleefully scorning her name under his breath, almost proud of how openly he bastardizes irene's image and somehow always gets away with it.

garroth, faking his death to escape a future where he willingly perpetuates this terrible cycle of oppression and lies all in the service of the ro'meave name; in the service of self. garroth, escaping to live in the service of others, to protect and honour the institutions the real irene fought to create. even still, his feelings towards his faith are muddied and his severance from the church leaves a gap in his life where there once was a steady hand, however cold and iron its grip. when zenix, his apprentice and first true friend he's ever had, betrays him, a cruel voice in his mind tells him that it is punishment for straying.

coming to serve aphmau as she ascends to the role of lord of phoenix drop is reassurance. it is the fulfilment of everything he's aspired to do. the reincarnation of lady irene, now living flesh and blood before him instead of ink on paper or towering quartz statues. she doesn't know it yet, but he does. he knows it in the way his body naturally wants to gravitate around her like the earth around the sun. he can feel his life's purpose reborn within her, he feels its ambient warmth when he stands by her side. through her lordship, he is vindicated. this is irene's will, not the tyrannical lie his father has fed him, his brothers, and all of o'khasis for decades. if one could call zenix his punishment for straying from his faith, aphmau is his chance for redemption.

it's also terrifying. it's all-consuming. her light is so bright it blinds him and he can't make out whether what he feels is truly love or the natural awe and devotion any good servant of the matron would feel towards their lady. one part of him extols aphmau, rejoices that all of his prayers for a saviour have been answered. she is not only holy but kind, and optimistic, and generous. she's touchable, though he would never dare admit out loud to even thinking about that. another part of him fears her, despairs at the notion that this is proof that he never could truly escape his duty. his very life is bound to irene, whatever her will is. no matter how much he struggles against it, he is fated to always defer to a power much higher and much older than him. free will was never an option, and never will be.

so garroth doubles down. he bows his head and kneels before aphmau, believes unflinchingly in her cause, stomps down and denies any doubt or cowardice he feels, even when it begins to seep into his actions and his words, as per his undeniable weakness. he will throw himself in harm's way for her, he won't allow the only hope for ru'ann to come to harm. he'll provide for her, he'll follow her anywhere, he'll protect her and her son and he'll never ask for anything in return. he'll content himself with admiring from afar and leaving small, subtle tokens of his affections, like an acolyte presenting offerings at a shrine. or, more fittingly, a loyal dog leaving detritus and small, dead things on its owner's stoop. he reigns his emotions with a swiftness that only comes from years of straightening his back and biting his tongue out of self-preservation, because he knows that she is not his to have.

but he, of course, has always, always been hers.

[oakiyo]

you've probably already been asked this before but how did you start out making cc and where did you learn to make it?

Hi! Learning CC can be a pretty daunting task and can seem really overwhelming, but the best/most effective way that I learnt was by watching speed meshes from other creators, and reading tutorials. Easier said than done, I know.

I think my first piece of advice before actually creating any content is familiarising yourself with the different programmes involved and how to navigate them. Blender, Photoshop (alternative photo editing programmes will work) and Sims 4 Studio are the essential tools to make custom content - there are a plethora of tutorials out that covering the UI, navigation, and shortcuts to move around and do certain things.

My second piece of advice is to just go for it - start with whatever knowledge you may have. This might be cropping a t-shirt or adding bangs to a hair - really simple mesh edits. Then, when you encounter an issue along the way, find a fix for that specific issue, whether that might be cuts, or UV textures.

It would be pretty hard to just make a singular tutorial on how to make custom content as it is a fairly complex 'thing' and there are so many unique ways of doing it. I'll list some helpful sources and tutorials under the 'keep reading' that I have read or made over the past couple years.

Tutorials:

SimLaughLove made huge masterlist post of tutorials and tips for creating custom content, which is where I read the majority of tutorials I used to get started.

Aharris00britney has quite a few speed meshes on their YouTube channel that I used a lot when understanding more complicated stuff like proportional editing and making textures.

About a year or so ago I made a weight tutorial for hairs that I still use to this day and has not failed me since.

Actually, I have a whole tutorials tab on my blog if you see anything there that interests you!

myshunosun has a lot of helpful resources and tutorials for build and buy custom content, if that's more your thing (link 1, link 2)

Other people on YouTube such as illogicalsims have some amazing beginner friendly tutorials for all sorts of content creation.

Useful links:

Sims4Studio

Blender 2.76

Photoshop

S4CASTools

Nvidia Texture Tools Exporter

If there is anything you don't think I have covered of think is worth me including, please let me know and I'll be sure to add it here! Creating custom content can seem really overwhelming and it is inventible to get frustrated and angry along the way - believe me I have had many a meltdowns over issues with my CC. Another point I want to mention is to never feel scared or as though you are being annoying when asking other people (myself included) for help. I am more than welcome to help you with your CC issues, just shoot me a message and I'll do my best to explain what your issue is and how to fix it.

If there are any areas you want to see covered in a tutorial please let me know and I'll try my best to write one.

[thicc-astronaut]

Gingerbread Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2 (the Balcony scene)

Enter CRUMBIO

CRUMBIO: He jests at crumbs that have never felt a wound.

COOKIET appears above at a window

But, soft and chewy! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Cookiet is the sun Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she, Be not her maid, since she is envious, Her vestal icing is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it, cast it off It is my cookie, O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her gumdrop eye discourses; I will answer it I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest sprinkles in all the kitchen, Having some business, do entreat her gumdrops To twinkle in their spheres until they return What if her gumdrops were there, the sprinkles in her head? The sweetness of her cheek would shame those sprinkles, As the stovetop doth a match; her gumdrops in the kitchen Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Oh, that I were a patch of icing on that hand, That I might touch that cheek!

COOKIET: Ay me!

CRUMBEO: She speaks! O, speak again, sweet cookie! for thou art As glorious as this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of the kitchen Unto the white-frosted wandering gumdrops Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air

COOKIET: Oh, Crumbeo, Crumbeo! Wherefor art though, Crumbio? Deny thy baker and refuse thy name, Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Crumbulet!

CRUMBEO: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

COOKIET: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montagranola, What's Montagranola? It is not hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a gingerbread man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a cookie By any other name would taste just as sweet So Crumbeo would, were he not Crumbeo called, Retain that dear confection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.

CRUMBEO: I take thee at thy word Call me but love, and I'll be new dunked in milk, Henceforth I never will be Crumbeo.

COOKIET: What gingerbread man art though that hast bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?

CRUMBEO: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am, My name, dear cookie, is hateful to myself; Because it is an enemy to thee, Had I it frosted, I would crumble the word

COOKIET: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that mouth's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Crumbeo, and a Montagranola?

CRUMBEO: Neither, fair cookie, if thee dislike

COOKIET: How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The oven walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinscookies find thee here

CRUMBEO: With love's light wings did I o'er-perch the walls, For heated elements cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt, Therefore thy kinscookies are no let to me

COOKIET: If they do see thee, they will crumble thee

CRUMBEO: Alack, there lies more peril in thy gumdrop Than twenty of their forks. Look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their emnity

COOKIET: I would not for the world they saw thee here

CRUMBEO: I have night's frosting to hide me from their sight, And but thou love me, let them find me here, My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love

COOKIET: By whose direction foundst thou out this place?

CRUMBEO: By love, who first did prompt me to inquire He lent me counsel and I lent him gumdrops I am no pilot, yet, wert though as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such delicacy.

COOKIET: Thou knowst the mask of night is on my face Else would a maiden blush befrost my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke; but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay", And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lover's perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Crumbeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and an say thee nay, So thou wilt too, but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montagranola, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light, But trust me, gingerbread man, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st it, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me And not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered.

CRUMBEO: Cookie, by yonder blessed moon I swear That tips with silver all these baking-tray tops --

COOKIET: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable

CRUMBEO: What shall I swear by?

COOKIET: Do not swear at all, Or if thou wilt, swear by that gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry And I'll believe thee

CRUMBEO: If my heart's dear love -

COOKIET: Well, do not swear, although I joy in thee I have no joy of this contract tonight, It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say "It lightens". Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous cookie when next we meet Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my bread!

CRUMBEO: O, wilt thou leave me so unconfected?

COOKIET: What confection canst thou have tonight?

CRUMBEO: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

COOKIET: I have thee mine before thou didst request it, And yet I would it were to give again

CRUMBEO: Wouldst though withdraw it? For what purpose, love?

COOKIET: But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish for but the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep, the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite

Cookie Nurse calls within

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montagranola, be true, Stay but a little, I will come again

Exit, above

CRUMBEO: O blessed, blessed night! I am afeared Being in night, all this is but a dream Too flattering-sweet to be substantial

Re-enter COOKIET, above

COOKIET: Three words, dear Crumbeo, and good night indeed If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, And all my frostings at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my cookie throughout the world

COOKIE NURSE: [Within] Madam!

COOKIET: I come, anon -- But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee

COOKIE NURSE: [Within] Madam!

COOKIET: By and by, I come:-- To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: Tomorrow I will send

CRUMBEO: So thrive my dough --

COOKIET: A thousand times, good night!

Exit, above

CRUMBEO: A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolcookies from their books, and love from love, toward school with heavy looks

Retiring

Re-enter COOKIET, above

COOKIET: Hist! Crumbeo, hist! O, for a confectioner's voice, to lure this tassle-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cookie jar where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Crumbeo's name

CRUMBEO: It is my soul that calls upon my name, How sugar-sweet sound lover's tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!

COOKIET: Crumbeo!

CRUMBEO: My dear?

COOKIET: At what o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

CRUMBEO: At the hour of nine.

COOKIET: I will not fail. 'Tis twenty years 'til then. I have forget why I did call thee back.

CRUMBEO: Let me stand here till thou remember it.

COOKIET: I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, Remembering how I love thy company

CRUMBEO: And I'll stay, to have thee still forget, Forgetting any other home but this

COOKIET: 'Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone, And yet no further than a biscuit's bird, Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his frosted gyves, And with a licorice thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty

CRUMBEO: I would I were thy bird.

COOKIET: Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much savoring Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Exit above

CRUMBEO: Sleep dwell upon thy gumdrops, peace in thy dough! Would I were to sleep and peace, so sweet to know! Hence will I to my ghostly baker's cell His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

[poppy5991]

Art student, Toga, has been struggling immensely with the concept for her final project. Until she meets her muse. Now, she just has to figure out how not to make it weird that she’s painting an entire series based on the cute, local barista.

Especially since they keep running into each other. How many jobs does Ochako have anyway?

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*Emerges from the void to hand you a Togachako fic*

[moe-broey]

"I didn't really raise either of you in a gendered way" When I was like 10 or 11 maybe 12 but definitely not 13 yet, one day you asked me if I wanted to try on the wedding dress you married my dad in. I liked playing dress up and I liked hanging out with you, so I said yes. We're in the living room that you would (already have?) marry my stepdad in. You button up the back of the dress, I don't know why this becomes a core memory. You married my stepdad in a sundress, very casual, very small "event", only the barest of minimum people required to officiate and witness the wedding were there. You tell me, "Maybe one day, when you get married, you can wear this dress. Oh, but you don't have to if you don't want to! But, do you want it?" I still have the dress. I'm a man. And I don't think I'll ever marry. "You can get rid of it, you won't hurt my feelings." I can't.