#WHO THE FUCK IS MIKE??? TELL ME. WHO. IS. MIKE.
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orbleglorb · 3 days ago
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tumblr in the blaseball universe, part 10
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9
image descriptions: the first image is a thick black bar meant to separate posts. the second image is a thin gray bar meant to separate reblogs. they are used continuously throughout the post when appropriate. like right now
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☎️ official-jessica-telephone 🔁
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what happens if the real JT wants this URL. it's a part of me now. who do i become if i have to give it up
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🐟 offishal-jessica-telephone Follow
she'll have to krill you for it
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☎️ official-jessica-telephone
WHO ARE YOU
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☕ eyesinthedark11
every day with salmon weather for the past few months, my dad has miraculously "found" fresh salmon for us to have for dinner. should i ask him where he's getting it from
#personal #i know the answer. i just need the verbal confirmation
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🐍 gamer--gorgon
shoutout to the guy (who i think might be in our shadows?) that goes fishing during every salmon game. you should see if you can get anything from the floods
#if he's a shadows guy it's extra funny because he's gotta come up from new jersey #all the shadows share an apartment there #charla said she thought she knew him but every time she tries to get into the stands to talk to him he just disappears lmfao #i get it king. i really do
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☎️ official-jessica-telephone
what do you MEAN they're rebooting supernatural???
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☕️ eyesinthedark11 🔁
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i understand that this is ostensibly a terrible thing to say but i truly do not think parker macmillan did anything wrong. if my mom was the coin i woulda done worse. i wouldn't have only been passively killing
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🦆 peripheral-duck
everyone wants to act all gifted kid burn out fleabag mommy issues #coquette #girlblogger but the minute mommy decides murder is okay if it gets her some money it's all "well why didn't PARKER do anything :/" you fake fucking bitches. bro got cursed to bring destruction in his wake and THEN cursed to wander everywhere. we're not going to question that??
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☕️ eyesinthedark11
if the coin was my mom i would have burned the whole earth years ago. not even because of firewalker or anything i woulda just done that
#like you are looking at mommy issues supreme. you show some fucking respect #<- PREV #on one hand it feels really weird to say these things about a Real Guy who is possibly still alive #on the other hand. you fake bitches #if you've reblogged a fleabag quote i don't wanna hear shit from you #'maybe the fireballs didn't know what instability was' valid point! #but that does not mean they're not at fault. you know #idk why everyone expects parker to just. fix everything. #if he's in the vault then he's been 19 for like 50+ years. he suffers more than jesus
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🐶 catgirlfirefighter
it's somehow the league's best kept secret that mike townsend is deaf. people keep coming to me like, "idk how you're friends with the guy, he just ignored me, he's such a dick" bro he can't hear you. and also yeah he is a huge bitch
#right judgement wrong reason #mike if you're reading this. ily <3
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🦞 marketplace-shellfish
Hey has anyone heard from that guy who was making the "meatcute is not real and can't hurt me" affirmations recently? I can't tell if it's a bit or not but they haven't posted since.
#blaseball #san francisco #san francisco lovers #hopefully it's nothing and i'm just anxious lol
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mxtantrights · 3 days ago
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estoy rendido del amor de una mujer
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a/n: he got me y'all don't look, I'm down bad. so basically this is just a one-parter. I don't know. If you ask for a part two or if I see y'all like it maybe I can whip something up. lets just see how it goes.
and for the sake of this story: Armando didn't kill the captain, and he's out on some 'good behavior' deal and helping Mike and Marcus with cases linked to the cartel.
Armando Aretas x fem!reader
SUMMER 2023, MIAMI FLORIDA
You almost got burned tonight. A rookie cop saw you, and the heat you were packing and tried to arrest you. After hastily explaining to him that you weren't packing for no reason, he let you go. But you had missed an important meeting.
It had taken you two years to get into German's inner circle. German is a big player in the Miami scene. He's not known for being a trusting person. But he does have a thing for high ranking positions of power and women. Deadly combination, which was what you used.
Although he's putting you on the back burner after tonight.
You sigh and slot your key into the lock. The lock doesn't turn. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You take out your knife, not wanting to make too much noise for your neighbors.
Slowly you ease into your apartment. You look around quickly. The four corners of the living room are clear. Then again they would be, anyone who was lurking inside could be seen from the window.
You had your knife up as you tip toe into the kitchen. And there you find them.
Mike and Marcus. And they brought company. Three other people you don't know in your house. Your undercover house. They are all looking above something on the table, too occupied with it to notice your arrival.
"Oh what fresh hell is this." you say.
They all turn around.
Mike smiles, "I was just telling the crew about you."
You hold up you hand, "Whatever the hell this is, is gonna fuck with my shit so you need to go. Now."
"Langauge! I thought I told you that last time." Marcus shouts.
You put down your knife with a sigh.
"I've been working this guy for two years, and if he sees two cops coming out of my apartment I'm done. I'll curse if I want to curse." you explain.
The tall blonde man raises his hand, like he's in school. Your eyebrows raise in surprise as you look at Mike and Marcus.
"Dorn, you don't have to-just say what you want say man." Mike says.
The man, Dorn, nods his head and then looks at you.
"We know you're after German. And we're not here to cause any trouble but we just needed to ask for any information you have on his right hand man." Dorn says.
He picks up a tablet and shows you a picture. You look at the screen and then back at Dorn.
"Do you know him?" the woman asks you.
"That's Nico, they call him Nissan. Well, called. German found out he was skimming some off the top and lets just say he's not on vacation right now." You answer.
Mike groans, "He was our only way in."
"Into what? What have the two of you old-timers got yourself into this time?" you ask.
Mike and Marcus start arguing loudly when you call them old. You snicker as you reach into your fridge and look for the last Corona you had. When you find the bottle is not inside, you close the fridge door.
Your eyes scan the counter top, to see if you maybe left it out. But you don't find it. So you look over at the table. You find it there, opened and empty. Next to the unknown male in your kitchen.
You meet his eyes.
"You drank my beer?" you ask, though it's not a question.
He smirks and tilts his head at you. "Problem?"
You roll your eyes. Then you walk over to Marcus and Mike.
"I've told you that he's dead, so he can't help you. Neither can I. Yo've gotta go now." you say.
"No no no, hold on. If Nico is burned then the only one who can help us is you. We just need some files-" he speaks but you cut him off.
Burned. Nico is burned. He was an informant? German definitely didn't know that. Or if he did, he is keeping it close to his chest. Christ.
"Do you want me dead?! German either killed Nico knowing or not knowing that he was an informant, but either way he's dead. If I go snooping around I can just drive myself over to the morgue." you argue.
"She's got a point." Dorn says.
You turn to him, "Thank you, tall International man."
"Dorn is not international, but that's not the point. The point is, you have an in. And we need you." Marcus says.
You sigh. They need an in when you're not exactly in German's good graces. Great. Not only would you have to work your way back but you'd have to work under pressure.
"He'll smell her from a mile away." the unknown man says.
Mike looks over at him, "She's very good at what she does."
"Cops tend to have a tell." The man shrugs.
"She's not a cop. She's a freelancer." Marcus answers.
"And the best one I know." Mike tags on.
No doubt buttering you up. You groan. Yes, you liked being called the best at what you do. And it wouldn't take much to get info. You have the access. You'll be under a close eye but you can pull it off.
"Tell me what you need and when you need it by." you say.
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2 DAYS LATER, MIAMI
You pulled the straps of your dress tighter. No wonder needed them to be 'loose' for an accidental cleavage slip.
The compute chimed and altered you that the information was done copying. You ejected the thumb drive and stuffed it into the fake juul packaging. You closed all the windows on the computer and pressed restart.
Now came the hard part. You smoothed out your dress and walked over to the door. You checked between the blinds and made sure no one was coming this way.
It's not like you couldn't be in the office. If someone a bit lower than you saw you coming out you wouldn't be questioned. But if someone higher than you in ranking saw, they might be curious.
You exit the office and turn down the hallway. Taking the way with the most witnesses as possible, more people to account for you later on.
Into the blue room, where you pass the exotic dancers. Then though the 'greenery' room, where some workers are watering the plants. Finally through the purple room where the weapons are stored.
You make it all the way outside with no one stopping you.
With a sigh of relief you quick walk to your motorbike. You take out your helmet and put your bag into the storage underneath the seat. Without another thought you get on your bike and ride out of the compound.
You ride from South Miami to your apartment near Hollywood.
When you get there, you go around the back. Better to let everyone think you weren't here than you were. Who knows who could be watching you.
You come in from the window in your bedroom. And somehow it feels like you're intruding because here he is. In your room.
Mike told you about him, a little. Armando is his son. His son with the cartel woman he was seeing way back when that he didn't know he had. He's done things, bad things. But he's making up for it.
Making up for it by sitting at your computer in your room.
"Oje, get the hell out of here!" you shout.
He turns to you slowly. You hate his cocky attitude. You hate his smirk and how he keeps eye contact with you. You step fully into your room and slide the window closed behind you.
Armando gets up from the seat with his hands up, "Lo siento,"
"You're not sorry, otherwise you wouldn't have found your way in here in the first place." you speak.
He looks you up and down. Yeah it was probably the dress. It's summer time in Miami and you weren't about to put on a sweater. You'd have to blend in and a sundress was about as normal as ablue sky here.
"You know spanish?" he asks.
You start walking away from him, "This is Miami."
You take out the thumb drive and open the door to your room. When you stop walking, you hear him laugh to himself. You watch him walk through it first and then you after him.
"Mike, I got it." you say as you walk into the living room.
The shades have been drawn and the black out curtains too.
"I ever tell you you're the best?" he jokes.
"Yeah every time you need something." you reply.
You hand the drive to Dorn. He takes it and plus it into his computer. You watch as the flies pop up on his screen. He seems to be reading them a mile per minute.
"What'd you want with all that anyways?" you ask.
You watch as Marcus and Mike share a look between themselves. It unnerves you. You know they have a way of talking without sharing words. It's what happens when you work with someone for so long.
Marcus smiles and claps his hands together, "Mike thinks I should be the one to tell you. Because he has a more salp-able face."
You squint your eyes.
"Are you about to screw me?" you ask.
"Not per say, but you might not like what we have to say." Marcus ushers you to the kitchen.
The two of you walk all about two steps in before he's unloading on you. He starts off pretty strong, that you''re more than capable of handling German. And that you put in the time for it too.
But then he's telling you a different story.
German is in connection with a guy they're looking to take down. Something about a syndicate. Something about getting both of them at once. And Mike and Marcus have the backing of the PD.
You can feel the steam coming from your ears.
"Marcus you can't be trying to poach my guy right now!" you yell.
"The yelling, keep it down, you're undercover after all." He holds his hands up in defense.
You cross your arms over your chest, "You don't even know who I'm working for."
"Well, it's not someone who's paying you that's for sure." He divulges.
All at once he realizes he probably shouldn't have said that. Because if he knows you're not getting paid for this job then he's went though your bank statements. And probably a lot more.
Your eyes widen and your turn around and run into the living room. There you find Dorn, hiding behind Mike, with his computer in hand.
"You got beanstalk here to go through my stuff?!" you yell.
Mike pushes Dorn back even further.
"Look, we needed to know if we were stepping on government agency toes. And now we know we're not." Mike answers.
You leap to pounce on him but Marcus is faster and grabs you by the waist. You fight against him a little, knowing the he's probably gonna feel it tomorrow morning.
"That's an invasion of privacy. But I guess like father like son, since this one was in my room when I got here." you shout.
Mike looks at Armando, "Now, I told you to get out of there."
Armando shrugs.
"I'm sorry. But listen you can still be part of it." Mike says.
"How nice of you Mike. I'll be sure to thank you when we're done." you spit sarcastically.
Marcus lets you go and you decide to take a seat on the couch. Dorn frees himself from the corner of the room and takes a seat in the arm char that is farthest from you.
"You never take a job for free. What gives?" Mike asks.
You roll your eyes. It's not like you were money hungry. Yes you needed money to survive but you weren't broke. You could afford to not work for the next ten years if you wanted to. But you'd miss it too much.
This isn't that though. This isn't fun.
This is revenge.
"I thought you read through my stuff. You didn't put it together?"
"It's revenge." Armando answers.
You turn around from your seat on the couch and look at him. He's looking right back at you. He probably didn't read your file, probably was too boring for him. But how'd he figure it out?
It's not like you left the reason on your computer. You wouldn't make such a rookie mistake.
"How'd you figure that out? Did you find her moodboard?" Marcus jokes.
You pass him a look. He takes a step back.
"Alright, alright, no more jokes about the mood board. Got it." Marcus says to himself.
"What other reason could she be doing this for?" Armando asks.
"It's been twelve years. I spent ten years tracking him down and two years infiltrating his circle. He has no clue who I am. None." you start to explain.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't in your file. Who are you?" Dorn asks.
"Well she was leader of the dirty dozen in New York. Highly effective tactile group, skin ranging from murder, assassinations, weapon making, and a whole lot more." Mike says.
"And when the group cut ties, she ran the underground for a bit. Nothing happened without her knowing it." Marcus adds on.
"Not a cop." Armando says.
"I'm the daughter of German's former right hand man." you answer.
Which is why it stung a lot that Mike and Marcus wanted to take this case from you. Knowing who you are and knowing what it means. You worked for this. And you're gonna see it through come hell or high water.
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THE NEXT NIGHT, MIAMI
Mike and Marcus were all set with their crew. German would never allow them to step foot into his compound but lucky for them they don't have to.
You snuck in last night and triggered the sprinkler system. Everything got flooded. So while German is getting everything cleaned up and possibly looking for a new base of operations, he's hanging out with a buddy.
Zio. Money hungry drug mover. Only thing he loves more than money and drugs is his expensive shoe collection. Which he's putting on display tonight.
A rich man's party is the best place to re-con. You told Mike and Marcus how many men German has on him at all times, but that doesn't give them much for when the time comes to take him down.
What's their tactical response like? What weapons do they bring on the move? How many cars? Things like that. Which was smart thinking and not at all on your mind when you first started this.
Armando leans back in the van's chair, man spreading. You roll your eyes but you say nothing. You weren't really trying to talk to him. Lest he find out more about you.
He seems to be tapped in to you. Which is weird. You've never had someone checking for you before.
"I can hear you rolling your eyes from here. What's up? he asks.
He spins around in his chair and faces you. Smug look on his face as he leans back.
"Nothing. Just want to get this over with." you say.
He nods once, then he creeps closer to you with his chair. He's about a foot away from you.
"You wanted to be the one to kill him." he muses.
You look at him, "Well yes. It was my mission. I found him. I infiltrated. I lost someone to him."
"It won't make the pain go away." he says.
"Oh please don't give me the 'revenge will just turn into guilt' talk. I got it from Mike and Marcus." you sigh.
Before you can blink or think of anything else to say, you feel your chair being pulled to the left. You grab onto the only thing in view and that happens to be Armando's leg.
"If I get him in my crosshairs, I'll hand the shot to you." he says.
You look him in the eyes, "Do you want a thank you or something?"
He smiles, "No te preocopes, no quiero nada."
"It doesn't seem like you don't want anything." you reply.
The back door of the van opens and he lets go of your chair. You slide back a bit to put some space between you two. He turns back to the screen in front of him.
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THE NEXT MORNING, MIAMI
The steam from the shower wafts out the bathroom. You wrap your towel around your body a little tighter as you walk into the kitchen. The tea you were making is beyond ready, the kettle at this point screaming at a frequency only dogs can hear.
You turn it off and set it aside.
As your reaching for your favorite mug, you hear faint noises from the front door. You run over to the dinning room table and reach underneath the wooden chair. Your fingers wrap around the gun and you pull it close.
One swift check and the safety is off. You crab walk to the other side of the kitchen counter, away from the door. The noise becomes louder until you hear the door open.
"Shit, where'd she go." a voice says.
A voice, you know it. You get up from your position on the floor and look around the wall. Armando.
"What the hell are you-" you're about to ask.
"We need to go. now. No time to pack. Put some clothes on." He directs you.
He almost gives you no say when he grabs you by the elbow and maneuvers you into your room. He closes the door behind him and takes out his gun.
"Am I just supposed to undress in front of you?" you question, with your eyebrow raised.
He lets his arms fall to his sides. Then he walks over to the window, allowing you to walk over to the closet. You pull the door open and grab the first pair of jeans and shirt you can find.
Making sure he's actually turned first, you then put on your underwear and bra. Then you pull the shirt over your body, lastly your pants.
You walk to your dresser and reach into the cabinet. The noise must alert him that you're dressed because he turns around.
"We don't have time. You got made." Armando says.
"What the fuck do you mean I got made?" you ask.
"What I said. You're not safe here." he answers.
You grab your go-bag and move over to the window. Chest to Chest with Armando you look up at him.
"Where the hell am I gonna be safe then?"
He doesn't answer you. Maybe because he didn't have an answer. Or because the bullets started raining into your apartment right on time. Then he was nudging you out of the window and down the fire escape.
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A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER, UNAMED MOTEL, ORLANDO
You put your bag down on the floor. The bed looked horrible. But horrible would have to do for now. You can't really make requests on the run.
Armando shuts the door behind him.
"Since you paid you can take the bed." you say.
He scoffs, "I'm not that kind of man."
You look over your shoulder, "Just one that snoops through my personal stuff and ignores personal space."
He says nothing. He walks silently into the bathroom and closes that door behind him too. You sigh and plop down onto the bed. You didn't understand.
Before Mike and Marcus showed up you were on track to get revenge within the next two weeks. Everything was set. There were backup plans. They were contingencies.
Now it was all shot to hell.
You hear the shower start up and lean back into the bed. And without meaning to you end up falling asleep. Right there on your back.
Armando comes out of the shower about five minutes after that. The soap sucked and the water had no pressure but at least he didn't feel like the sweat was clinging to him anymore.
He walks out of the bathroom and finds you laying on the corner of the bed. He looks you over once and crosses the room to cut off the lamps.
When the room is dark, he takes one of the pillows from the bed and sets himself up by the door. His gun tucked to his hip. This way he can keep an eye on the door and you.
You were interesting to say the least.
Usually people don't affect him this much. He can get on with his day and do what he has to do. Nothing comes in between him and a mission.
Especially now when his only mission was his freedom.
But there was something about you. Or, that's not really true. There were multiple things about you. He could see the lust for revenge in your eyes, he recognizes it well. He could tell you weren't being forthcoming either.
And he liked how you spoke your mind.
Liked? Why is he saying liked?
He doesn't really know you. He knows a little bit. He knows you only like tea, there is no coffee in your apartment. And you live in sweatpants when you don't have to be undercover. You also seem to have an aversion to the color blue.
He doesn't really know you. He can't like you.
He looks over at your sleeping form. How your lips part just a little bit and you snore. And your head leans to the right, your dominant side. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and move you. But he knows you'll wake up sore from sleeping this way.
So he gets up. He gets up because he needs to stretch his legs. Not because of any other reason.
He walks to the bathroom and turns on the light and the vent. Hoping the sound will rouse you and you'll move on your own. He steps into the bathroom and closes the door with a bit more force than needed.
He looks into the mirror. He looks himself in the eyes.
This is bad. This is bad because you're the type of girl he would take a bullet for.
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THE NEXT MORNING, ORLANDO
"Mike-"
"I fucked up. I know you wanted this, and I took it from you when I should have let you handle it."
"Mike-"
"And now you're on the run. You've never been burned before, and it's because of me."
"Mike!"
"What?"
"Shut up for a second and let me think."
You sigh.
German caught on to the eyes on him when he was at the shoe party. While anyone else would have packed up and fled to a non extradition country, he's staying here.
A sign.
Whoever it is that wanted to get him, should come see him face to face. No way in hell were you going to do that. Not only did you have the smarts to wait him out, you didn't want Mike and Marcus to put themselves on the line. They would no doubt follow you into the fire.
"I think I should make my peace with this before anyone gets hurt." you say.
There's silence on the other end of the line. With Mike not talking , you turn around to find Armando. He's standing there, two feet away from you on the hood of the stolen pick-up truck from the motel parking lot.
"That's big of you." Mike jokes.
"Very. But I mean if I see him about to get ran over, I'm not goin to save his ass." you quip.
Mike laughs, "He doesn't deserve it. Your forgiveness."
"I know," you say and Armando looks at you then. "I should probably return him to you, since he's on parole."
"Yeah well he did some things that might kick that back a few years." Mike answers.
You shake your head, "You can say it was all me. Make sure Dorn gets rid of any incriminating footage."
"I didn't tell him to go get you, you know that?"
You don't know why but hearing that makes your heart kind of thump weird. Not thump weird. Your heart is already thumping, but it feels different.
Different as you look him in the eyes.
The first time you interacted with him you hoped it would be the last. And now here he is sticking his neck out for you when you haven't been all that kind.
"I didn't know that. I'll get him back to you in one piece." you speak.
"Thanks. And keep me updated wherever you land."
"Will do. Thanks Mike."
You hang up the phone. Armando takes a step closer and you hold out the phone for him. When he does you feel the quickest static brush against your fingertips.
"You good from here?" he asks.
You nod your head, "I'm a big girl, first time for everything."
He nods once with a small smirk on his lips. He looks away, somewhere off behind your shoulder. It's not like you didn't notice he's good looking. But you just never thought about it for too long.
"Let me drop you off at the station." he says.
You don't want to smile. You shouldn't smile. "Okay."
Armando waits for you to start walking. Once your in front of him he walks over to the driver's side. You climb into the truck and shut the door.
You could've walked. The station is only ten minutes from here. You smile a bit to yourself when he puts the car in drive.
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bigshot · 2 years ago
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canon questionare. || NOT ACCEPTING
1. What made you pick up this character?
Answered!
2. How did you get into this franchise/fandom?
Answered!
7. What’s the best thing about the canon you are writing?
I've already gushed about the cosmic horror aspects in another answer, but I still wanna say that! Otherwise, I love how much detail goes into the games.
All the little easter eggs and tidbits hidde here and there and how so much of it actually has something to do with the story, I'm a sucker for theorizing!
8. What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?
That it's ongoing.
On one hand, I'm glad that we've still got so many chapters to look forward to! On the other, so many questions are still unanswered and who knows when or even if they'll get any answers at all! It makes writing a little weird sometimes, I end up winging it a lot.
I'm low-key terrified of the next chapter coming out and what it might have to say about the little Spam man. I doubt very much, but, you can never know.
9. Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?
Look. Look.
Aside from liberties when it comes to anatomy, I've maybe made him a little more likable and a bit easier to understand for the sake of everybody's sanity, but I'm trying so damn hard to stick to canon that I'm dying.
I'm always afraid that I'm writing him way too ooc, sometimes I go ahead and write him as being prone to sudden swings in mood and other times I go ahead and say "today I'll just be chill." I want to write more flashbacks and I haven't. I might even be writing him as too nice, but I'm justifying it as him being post-pacifist. My writing is contradicting itself on occasion and I know that, but I guess that works for a character that contradicts himself daily? His motivations are hard to pin down.
It's also kind of hard to balance "the ravings of a glitched man" and "i hope people understand what im writing." I go back and forth on how much of his speech thing I let him be aware of/control just for the sake of it making some kind of sense.
I'm waiting for the day somebody comes at me to tell me how ooc I'm being tbh
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svtskneecaps · 11 months ago
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lukewarm take of the evening: y'all care too much about being ""outdated"". fellas this smp moves inhumanly fast. it is ok to CHILL holy shit CHILL. y'all are like "(posts BANGER ART) super late guys sorry" friend i am hitting you with a blanket i am snapping you with my metaphorical towel WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY. "(posts BANGER FIC) rip this is outdated now" WHO CARES???? I LOVE YOU, OK. ohhhh woe is us as the fandom at large for having MORE HAPPY PILLS ARC CONTENT oh no how outdated!! how could you be writing speculative fiction about how forever felt during happy pills :( slash SARCASM!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!! THERE ARE SO MANY BANGER ARCS, WHAT, YOU THINK WE'RE COMPLAINING????? FOR GETTING MORE OF THE CONTENT WE LOVED????? oh no we're past the period where everyone thought green gay ninjas were like Dead Dead, my work is now outdated and noncanon :( WDYM. GIMME. A BANGER IS A BANGER IDC IF IT TAKES THREE MONTHS. you think rome was built in a day?? fuck you, baltimore, GIMME. my ass has been cooking a goddamn backflipo family fic since july when it was ALREADY outdated do you think i fear god??? "oh no, you're making an edit of slime's (attempted) egg murdering spree?? how could you, that was months ago it's irrelevant" SAID NO ONE EVER.
save your wrists kidlings ok carpal tunnel is no joke. CHILL!!!!! CHILL!!!!!!!! TAKE YOUR TIME SHEEEEEESH OK LOVE YOU <3
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emblazons · 2 years ago
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I still don't understand how the entirety of Will's crush on Mike was told solely in looks and little moments throughout S3...
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...and people still find the gall to say that the same exact thing happening with Mike the very next season doesn't mean anything.
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Like?! You already learned and had confirmed that the little looks and glances mean a ton...because they were what were used to tell the story of Will's feelings. That is literally confirmed. Will has canonical romantic feelings for Mike Wheeler.
And yet. Mike. Giving the exact same looks Will did for two entire seasons...somehow means something different for him? Your argument is that for Will those exact looks were romantic..but for Mike they're platonic just because *checks notes* he said he loved someone else (the same way his actual blood sister Nancy did to Steve...one episode before they broke up)?
...be so mf serious right now
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unsurebazookacore · 4 months ago
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hot take, mike and el arent in love, because they are fourteen
well i guess mike is fifteen but still like as someone who has been fourteen/fifteen
GUESS WHO I WAS NOT DATING:
A. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
B. MY FUTURE SIGNIFICANT OTHER
C. ANYONE WHO I WOULD BE ABLE TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO AND ACTUALLY FUCKING MEAN IT
D. ALL OF THE ABOVE (the answer is D by the way)
LIKE Y'ALL THEY ARE FOURTEEN
THEY MET WHEN THEY WERE TWELVE
"I knew right then and there in that moment that I loved you" MY ASS
#byler#mike wheeler#like i truly need to stress this so much this is NOT mileven hate like this is putting any like feature or fact about their dynamic aside#they are children#and yes i know there are people who meet their partners when they're young kids childhood friends to lovers is a trope for a reason#but no one NO ONE (or at least statistically very few people cuz i know my ass was not)#is making for real love declarations at Fourteen (or Fifteen humor me)#and “oh rey then how can you ship lumax-” LUMAX HASNT SAID I LOVE YOU YET#LUMAX IS THE MOST ACCURATE DEPICTION OF AN EARLY TEENAGE ROMANCE IN THE ENTIRE GODDAMNED SHOW BECAUSE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE SO AWKWARD#AND ITS ADORABLE#AND THATS IT#THEY HAVENT EVEN KISSED SINCE SEASON 2#YOU WANNA KNOW WHY??#BECAUSE THAT'S REALISTIC#BECAUSE THEY ARE KIDS AND KISSING IS GROSS#listen im not saying this with the intention that ohh kids are immature they dont know what true feelings are blah blah blah#kids have feelings no shit#but esPECIALLY when it comes to mileven it seems so goddamned performative#like it FEELS like they both just watched a bunch of romance movies and are now mimicking whatever they've seen the adults in those movies#(who are supposedly in love) do#like watch lucas's talk with max in the back of the like trailer thing where he tells her he wants her to stop pushing him away watch that#and then tell me mike's aMaZinG AnD drAmaTiC LOvE cONfESioN doesnt sound formulaic as fuck#like you wanna know how a teenager makes a love confession#they say smth emotionally vulnerable; want to die after saying the emotionally vulnerable thing; and then tell a shitty joke to salvage it#not “I don't know how to live without you. I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods” no fucking teenager says that#and that is why lumax is as mr mclaughlin said himself: “real love”#damn i kinda cooked with the tags on this one#(also fun fact i learned that tumblr has a tag limit by making this post which is why half of the tags are at the 140 character limit)
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coffin-hopping · 5 months ago
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it is so criminal how i don’t post enough brba shit on this blog so here’s some father-son mike and jesse stuff that makes me physically ill (positive)
jesse getting picked up by mike from the lab, taking jesse out of an environment that just isn’t good for him
when gus asks mike about him, mike compliments jesse
mike give jesse his food when he’s suffering from withdrawals
it’s such a nothing thing but: mike calling jesse “kid,” shit has me crying every time
there is definitely more but these are just ones that have been gnawing at my brain lately okay bye
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reel-fear · 8 months ago
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MIKE BLOCKED ME ON TWITTER FOR ROASTING HIS DUMBASS RESPONSE TO THE GRAPHIC NOVEL STUFF!!
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grown ass man scared of the 19-year-old queer being mean to him over his public meltdown more at 8.
#ramblez#little white boy sad? U sad bc nobody likes you? Bc u constantly make a fool of urself and show off ur distaste for ur fans? lmao#this is one of the greatest things to ever happen to me imagine how mad he'll be when he finds out the fangame Im making has queers in it#hes gonna have a whole other white boy meltdown on main KJSNFDGKJHFGKJHGKJHSDFGSD#hes so fucking sensitive maybe just get off of social media Mike this never ends well for you#batim#batdr#bendy and the ink machine#bendy and the dark revival#and look Im joking around about this but it really is sad that the bendy devs cant handle this kind of critique towards their decisions#it seems despite the backlash once again they are choosing to ignore their fans which is yknow upsetting#But hey ig if the devs being awful was a dealbreaker for this fandom I wouldve left a long time ago and I havent#dw Im not going anywhere <3#also if anyone else here was also criticizing Mike maybe check his acct to make sure ur not blocked now since apparently#old habits die hard and this is certainly a pattern with him KJHDSFKGJHSDKFGJHDFGSD#also look before anyone asks yes I was kinda mean to him over this but to put bluntly if hes gonna be this dismissive to his fans concerns#he deserves it. Theres this persistent attitude esp in bendy fanspaces of being defensive of the devs#and I dont know why they have been extremely horrible people every single chance they get#and its very hurtful to see how many people would rather tell me to be kinder to the people who broke the heart of a child me when they#dismissed any ideas of putting queers like me in their stories than to realize Mike n Meatly bring this bad attention to themselves#to put bluntly I dont owe them kindness not until they at least apologize for the shit they did which they still havent#mike hasnt even addressed his vent poem in the code of BATDR let alone the other shit he said n did#so no I will not be kind to him ever hope this helps!
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demobatman · 1 year ago
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can we please bring these types of memes back
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labyrinthzone-enjoyer · 4 months ago
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Hey wait. Do the phones/instructors/human side characters have a discord? Asking for a friend.
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crumbleclub · 1 year ago
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Mike trying to rationalize why Henry is okay with his dad hurting him, even when Michael isn't okay with him hurting his siblings. Even when nobody is okay with Michael hurting his siblings.
It wasn't as bad, right? He never laid a finger on them. They were only words.
Maybe it's because Mike is older. This bleeds into his protests, his haphazard attempts to protect. "Please, he's only six." Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him the way that you hurt me.
William finds this entertaining. He makes note of these things, wonders if he'd respond differently if William tried something else.
Maybe it's because William is an adult. He learns not to trust anyone older than him, but to let them do whatever they want. He learns to freeze; to shut down.
This makes him an easy target later on.
Is it because Michael deserves it? After Evan dies, he's sure that must be it. Willian knew what he was, and he only gave him what he already had coming. Michael was a murderer, after all. He deserved everything anyone might do to him.
It was his own fault.
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sameschmidtdiffname · 9 months ago
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Me staring at my first draft trying to decipher whether or not it's eating or if it's the cringiest fanfic I've written since I was 14:
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bylertruther · 2 years ago
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imma keep it real with you guys and tell u the most basic common sense thing ever which i thought everyone knew but apparently not (not said in a mean or condescending way). ahem. it's ok to write a byler fic that only has byler in it. no one is going to stone you or bite you if you don't include the entire party or every other character. it's literally okay 🩷
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lunarcigar · 1 year ago
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Some of y’all occasionally need to remember that a lot of your favs are people, who fuck up, and do stupid shit sometimes! And that’s okay! Call them out on it! If you don’t like their response then don’t support them anymore! No need to send them dms saying to kill themselves!! I cannot think of a situation that could warrant that!!! What the fuck!!
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bravevolunteer · 1 year ago
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avoiding posting too many spoilers but i need you guys to know that while, yes i AM still tinfoil hatting about my verse, movie mike would probably kick game mike's ass lmao-
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mikesbasementbeets · 1 year ago
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fellas is it misogynistic to be gay?
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