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Alastor [ @culling ] declared, "there you are, darling. ā š || My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away.
The ALLURE of a femme fatale seemed to have followed her EVEN in death, which was flattering but it also could be such an... annoyance. Compliments were all FINE && DANDY, stroking her already HIGH self-esteem, but it was a problem when the compliments just became LEWD comments that just irritated her to no end. [ IT WASN'T EVEN TASTEFUL FLIRTING, SOMETHING SHE COULD PLAY ALONG WITH. HOW DREADFUL! ] "How ADORABLE, you think you have a chance with me," she TEASED, though an edge was gleaming under her words, threatening to cut the fellow sinner if they persisted. All she wanted was to walk home from her boutique, alone && without a CARE in the world. Circe should've known that her TEASING remark would have just flown over the horny sinner's head, thinking it was an invitation to invade her space further. A SCOWL presented itself upon her lips && she was fully prepared to bite the head off the other [ METAPHORICALLY, OF COURSE ] but she stopped as she saw the sinner's expression turn VISIBLY afraid. How curious, why did this sinner, who seemed to have been so ADAMANT about going home with her now seem so AFRAID? Circe got her answer within a few SECONDS, an arm wrapping around her WAIST guiding her away from the sinner && a voice accompanied by RADIO STATIC, simply stating: "there you are, darling." She let a SMILE cross her ruby red lips, allowing Alastor to guide her away, anything to get AWAY from any other... unwanted attention. "Thank you for HELPING out, little old me. I SWEAR a lady such as myself can HARDLY walk home alone anymore without some... PRICK thinking he can rizz me up." Her demeanor had changed, FINALLY relaxing now that she wasn't STRESSED at being so lewdly talked to.
#the way as I was setting up this ask... that I just completely blanked && was like... am I tagging the right person? DKF:DSK#TToTT lmfaooo I deleted the ask cause I was excited to work on this and my brain was like... what if... this was the wrong person#ANYWAY THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE#THANK && FOREVER ADMIRING YOU#ā¹ ā šø š· šø ā ā¹ LET THE SHOW BEGIN // Asks#ā¹ ā šø š· šø ā ā¹ PLEASURE DOING BITCHNESS WITH YOU // In Character#ā¹ ā šø š· šø ā ā¹ I BELONG WAY DOWN BELOW // Hellverse#ā¹ ā šø š· šø ā ā¹ I WOULD KILL TO MAKE YOU FEEL // culling [ ALASTOR ]#also :eye emoji:#I also hinted towards them probably meeting before because I owe you like two other asks akldjf;sljfs#also this is a novel... so sorry u3u
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Birds of a Feather previous / next
#birds of a feather#feralnette au#sass rlly said. this is a feature not a bug. lets fucking goooo#he knew this exploit would come in use someday soon#yea we've seen marinette play fighting games bc she's very active#but i like to imagine she also zones out in minecraft and makes the most insane looking buildings you've ever seen#also who's phone is that i Wonder.... eyes emoji
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exu trio šæšøšµ
#critical role#illustration#artists on tumblr#fearne calloway#orym of the air ashari#dorian storm#i love them so much we're SO BACK#they're soft and i wanted to do a print of them for mcm london!!#(also bc robbie daymond's gonna be there eyes emoji#the exu trio deserve to lie down in a wildflower field and cloud watch
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"i can see it in his eyes" š„°
#trigun#trigun stampede#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#wolfwood#vash#my art#mine#deep in my trigun feels rn help#also sad commentary on my life and drawing speed that i'm actually amazed that this took me āonlyā 3ish weeks to finish#insert shrug emoji#anyways this line has been bouncing around in my head since i heard it#WHAT CAN U SEE IN HIS EYES VASH#HIS EYES THAT ARE COVERED BY DARK SUNGLASSES#honestly idk if this line or ww's āoh so you can smile like thatā make me more head in hands#WHO SAYS THINGS LIKE THAT WITHIN LIKE HOURS OF MEETING SOMEONE#no matter which version they r soulmates fr...
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hmmm probs won't go with this style but we'll see
#but was still nice to have it out of my brain? will post more about this in a couple months or something haha#sketchbook stuff#artists on tumblr#working on some tHINGS#insert eyes emoji#would love to do the sketchy loose lines though#bless you clip studio paint for having really nice inking brushes#also in a rare event the family dog is sleeping on my bed :'D#long time no art post mdfkhdfhg don't mind me doing 5 different things at the same time#oH I did recently finish a rug hook commission which was really cool#will hopefully post that very soon
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Long day in the shitpost mines
#kept bumping up Binny's kill count#it was 8 dead 17 injured at first#also 'K.M.' is knife monopoly#limbus company#lobcorp#binah lobcorp#demian lcb#sancho lcb#bari lcb#alfonso lcb#ryÅshÅ« lcb#OH GOD ALF DOESN'T HAVE AN EMOJI#uhhh#š¦ā¬šš¬š§š š#DQ and Sanny can share an emoji fuck it#limbus spoilers#limbus company spoilers#sancho was meant to look interested but I forgot to unhide the layer with the sparkles so now she just looks eyes emoji
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after buck and eddie get together, eddie starts giving buck absentminded kisses all the time.
kiss on the forehead after he passes him his morning coffee. kiss on the cheek while buck is cooking dinner. kiss on the back of his hand as buck drives them to bobbyās house for a family bbq. kiss on top of his head while they cuddle watching a documentary. kiss on his shoulder while they sit on the station couch reading in between calls.
but buckās favorite kisses? the ones edde blows him from a distance. when no one is looking during a call and they have to separate, buck doing evac and eddie treating some minor burns. when buck is pulling out of the their driveway to go meet maddie and jee for lunch and eddie sees him off from the front porch. during their family night out at the movies with chris in between them before the action film their son chose and theyāre both probably going to hate begins.
every single blown kiss is always followed by eddie mouthing āi love youā at him, and every single time buck feels himself start to blush, the butterflies in his stomach staging a very chaotic and uncoordinated flash mob.
thereās something so exhilarating about knowing that no matter how close or far away they physically are eddie always wants to be kissing him. like eddie knows just as well as buck does that his lips were always meant to graze buckās skin and leave behind goosebumps for hours to come.
even when they canāt see each other at all, buck knows eddie is thinking about it too because eddie does not go more than 3 hours without sending him little š emojis. he doesnāt say anything else, doesnāt contextualize them because he doesnāt need to. it's just random š throughout the day, scattered in between the rest of their texts.
buck [3:33pm]: got caught in traffic, chris and i will be there soon! eddie [3:33pm]: ok, hen and denny just arrived eddie [6:03pm]: š
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eddie [11:27am]: can you write āchris dentist appointmentā on the kitchen calendar for 10/17? buck [11:31am]: done! eddie [11:32am]: thanks, baby eddie [2:16pm]: š
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buck [10:08am]: we also need eggs! buck [11:43am]: remind me to replace the lightbulb in chrisās bedside lamp eddie [1:14pm]: š eddie [3:09pm]: your amazon package just arrived buck [3:09pm]: yaaaaaaay eddie [7:24pm]: š
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eddie [6:02am]: š eddie [8:56am]: š eddie [9:07am]: š eddie [12:31pm]: š buck [3:17pm]: ššš
#buddie#911#hey did you know eddie diaz is a fucking sap? because he is and when he and buck finally get together his sappiness grows exponentially#it just explodes!! and buck who is also a die-heart romantic just eats it up!!!! they're all about the kiss emojis and the hand holding an#post-it notes around the house and the flowers on a random sunday and the wearing shirts that match the other person's eyes and#the pictures in wallets and the slow dancing in the kitchen and the pet names and the feeding each other ice cream#everyone around them loves them and hates them so much. chris especially.#anyways sorry i woke up feeling some kind of way about them today wow
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are we the sins we have committed? are we the things we have endured? [...] who are we?
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#iwtv#iwtv amc#interview with the vampire#loumand#louis de pointe du lac#vampterview#armand#louis#ldpdl#iwtv spoilers#mine#*24#its gonna be so joever soon its the eye of the hurricane rn#when u both are defined by your relationships to others and find a role and a purpose in them. the brother the lover the leader. OK.#if i have identity issues and YOU have identity issues... who's steering the relationship?? its still armand but at least they can pretend#sorryyy i'll stop posting abt this show soon. or at least for a little while. maybe. probably. add pensive face with its ass out emoji here#1 funny thing abt ep3 was that when they started talking abt good and evil i laughed out loud and said can we get fucking sartre in here#jesus christ. and then sartre was sitting right there and schooled them + told them to stfu. gagged me a bit ngl#also something something hell is other people we are trapped by others' perceptions of us their judgement enters our knowledge of ourselves#you get it. im gonna go build weird houses in ts4. goodbye
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I love you and your art!!
And if you donāt mind can you explain Gold Chocoās lil eye thing? Looks neat.
bokay why not-
Gold's monocle serves a couple functions, acting more like a monitor screwed into Gold's face than just a regular eye. He mostly uses it to take notes, discreetly research random things and (his personal favorite) hack into cameras around Earthbread and be a little nosey nancy. He doesn't need it to have control over his extra limbs or workshop, but it is vital for him to always be watching and always be listening. which is why he hates going without it, he HATES the idea of not knowing everything.
His "tell" on what emotions are more genuine than others is if the monocle is sparking or not. He also can't actually blink with that "eye", even if it makes it seem like a cheeky wink or whatever, it's always perceiving. (unless of course he's going through to many thoughts, then it becomes staticky and fuzzy-)
#asks#ALSO FUNFACT!#neither of his eyes are... ārealā#one is just a failed first attempt at what he believed to be a good idea#what do I mean by that? who knows~#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#crk#Gold Choco Cookie#cookie run oc#cookie oc#yes it screws in like a lightbulb#yes he has more emojis I just didn't feel like doodling them all
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hey. don't cry. one piece really good, ok?
#riko.txt#HHHOOOOUUUUUUUHHHHH THIS CHAPTER#op leaks#op spoilers#also hwo's that. w the sword. eyes emoji#buggy#blackbeard#shanks#luffy#sabo#aokiji#koby#dragon#imu#akainu#op lb
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another interesting piece of exchange between mhin and leander that caught my eye š
indeed, it seems baffling that leander, our reliable man, our nice guy, the nicest of the nicest, just forgets to warn mc about such a tiny little detail, easily forgettable for sure ā that eridia's streets are unsafe at night š
he quickly covers it up by flirting ā and boy, can i wait (can't, need this game right now) to see more of such instances, because he seems to master this craft, and it is working on most people, ā hinting at mc's beauty and/or the intimate (and it is intimate for mc, whether you like leander or not) moment they shared.
but do you know the most important, tasty nuanced thing this tiny, blink-and-you-miss-it dialogue reveals? leander doesn't care about mc, about their life and safety; he's niceys, it's all just an act. sure, cap, you might say, we already know leander is a manipulative titty shit, what's new? but look at it another way: we know this because rss kindly backed us up with all this additional info and content so we don't starve to death while waiting for the release (rss, i would have gone through content drought anyway. this is not a shade, take your time, i love you). now imagine playing this game for the first time without a pile of lore stacked at the back of your mind and seeing these discrepancies in his behaviour (check out my previous post on this), foreshadowing that he's not as good as he seems and his path might be dark and gritty as hell.
and now, my fellow leander girls/gays/whoever else is there, imagine how it would feel when leander cares (faints).
#touchstarved#touchstarved game#touchstarved leander#ts leander#ts meta#kinda#please share how you see him caring about mc and drive me crazy before the game comes out i dare you!!!#i just KNOW it will be devastating#also just in case: girls gays whoever else is there is a quote from a song two and a half people know lol.#i just enjoy littering these easter eggs no one knows about across my text.#leander#gosh i love analyzing this game i need more#also if you want some moments explained........... just tell me (eye emoji)#even though im sure everything is already explained#**ts
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1980s supercomputer-horror project meridian AU that nobody asked for (marcus still on his bullshit regardless.)
the year was 1979. ETS released their latest supercomputer, the A553-T. It was state-of-the-art, an invention that would revolutionize how computers work forever. 240 million calculations per second. It took the breath out of your lungs- you had never seen anything like it. It perfectly blended form and function- and it was the most dense a computer has ever been, a towering, multiple-sided object in the middle of the room like a heart in a ribcage. Underneath it, a cooling system was installed- a network of pipes and cables and freon like what mycelium was to fungi. As you untangled the system- you found what seemed to be a lump. You tell yourself that it was dust- or some sort of buildup of dirt. But you know what it was. Vessels started to form in the lumps. Maybe you weren't so different from 'it' after all. Meanwhile, your coworker struggled with workplace discrimination due to his heritage, the looming political conflict left a bad taste in everyone's mouths. The same conflict, though, that funded the creation of the object of your affections. (pronoun monolog inspired/ based on a passage from I have No Mouth yet I must Scream)
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#project meridian#redacted marcus#redacted asset#1980s au lets fucking go#also asset faceclaim reveal heart eyes emoji#redacted fanart#redactedverse#slushiearts
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i binged all of the glory when season 2 came out and its been on my mind ever since
#the glory#moon dong eun#joo yeo jeong#song hye kyo#lee do hyun#kdrama#netflix#my art#doing these stupid brainworm doodle pages is my favorite thing ever#also i passively thought lee dong hyun was cute in sweet home and he absolutely stole my heart in this drama omg#heart eye emoji
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no but the parallels between the names of the books
the foxhole court - for neil -> who found his new home and family with the foxes, who became so fast so protective of him after three books of finding out whats all had happened with him, and grew closer as a family
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the sunshine court - for jean -> who found his new life with the trojans who took him in and gave him space to live and grow, and to see the sun! (and hopefully we will read all that progress he did. ouch. can't wait).
#the foxes for neil who needed someone to have his back (so slowly letting his guard down. but once he did. they were there for him always#especially andrew)#and the sun for jean.. after all that dark in edgar allan. its gonna be so angstyyy for sure ;-; also jeremy.. his sun.#im rlly curious if it will go the jerejean route or not *eyes emoji*#all for the game#tsc#the sunshine court#neil josten#jean moreau#tfc#the foxhole court#mine#aftg
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for your considerationā¦ š»š½ļøš³ + 55: tracing the lines on the otherās hand
another scene prompt game! this one is for real long sorryyyyy. also it features the actual smallest amount of blood u can imagine, but it IS there. and it IS plot critical.
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āYouāre right,ā Buck called. āTheyāre all Pokemon.ā
āIām really fine,ā Eddie said.
Buck came back into the living room, box of band-aids and Eddieās first aid kitānot the everyday one, the big one, from way in the back of the cabinet under the sinkāin hand. Eddie didnāt even know how heād known where to find that one. āNo,ā Buck said. āYouāre getting Pokemon.ā
Eddie pulled a face.
It really, really was not a big deal. It was a Friday night with no Christopher aroundāDenny and some mutual friends were doing a video game night and sleepover at the Wilsonāsāso Buck had shown up at Eddieās at seven with takeout from the banh mi place, the good one that he had to drive nearly to Chim and Maddieās to get. Eddie swung the grocery store after dropping off Chris and picked them up plenty of beerāa pack of Buckās usual brand and then a weird one, whatever seasonal flavor Eddie could find that he knew Buck would love trying just as much as he would hate actually having to drink it.
They ate at the dining room table, decanting the takeout onto real plates. After cleanup, they settled into the living room couch like they meant to stay there a while. Eddie made a show out of squabbling with Buck over the movie choice, before making just as much of a show out of giving in.
It was a Friday night. It was a well-worn routine, as comfortable as the old t-shirts Eddie had had almost as long as heād had Christopher. Tonight was the same as every other night theyād had for the past six, seven years. It was pretty much Eddieās definition of perfect.
Untilā
Something happened with the bottle opener. Eddie still wasnāt sure what, only that heād been trying to open the beer and watch the screen and talk to Buck all at once, and then suddenly something slipped and now he had a shallow scrape running the length of three knuckles on the back of his left hand, weakly leaking blood.
āHand,ā Buck said now. Eddie rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, holding out his hand to Buck.
Buck settled himself back on the couch next to Eddie. He took Eddieās hand and set it gingerly in his lap.Ā
Gently, he pressed a cloth against Eddieās knuckles. Three little spots of blood soaked slowly into it, each smaller than the last.
āSee,ā Eddie said. āItās nothing.ā
Buck ignored him. When he was satisfied the bleeding had stoppedāin Eddieās opinion, it had barely startedāhe got the Neosporin spray out of the first aid kit. After the Neosporin was on, it was Pokemon time. Eddie got a Pikachu, a Magikarp, and a round blue guy he didnāt recognize, carefully Tetrisād together to cover the scrapes around the ridges of Eddieās knuckles.
āWill I make it?ā Eddie said drily.
āConsider yourself lucky there was a firefighter in the house,ā Buck said.
He was still holding Eddieās hand.
Neither of them had bothered to pause the movie when Eddie started bleeding. On the screen, a car spun out of control dramatically, then exploded.
Buck turned Eddieās hand in his, flipping it so his palm was facing the ceiling. His eyes were on the TV. Eddie almost couldāve convinced himself he didnāt realize he was doing it, fidgeting with Eddieās hand the way he sometimes did with pens or a walkie-talkie at work, if it werenāt for how carefully he was touching Eddie.
Buckās thumb found the soft center of Eddieās palm. He ran his thumb up Eddieās hand, following the curved line that outlined the meat of Eddieās thumb. His touch was feather-light.
Eddie couldnāt help it. He shivered, and Buck looked up.
āSorry,ā Eddie said.
Buckās nose crinkled. āI can stop,ā he said, not moving.
āI, uh.ā Another explosion on the screen, lighting the side of Buckās face up in orange. āI donāt mind.ā
The corners of Buckās mouth lifted, a smile so small it could barely be called a smile.
He looked down at his lap, where he was still holding Eddieās hand in both of his own. Eddie followed his gaze.
It was just Eddieās hand. The lines across his palm showed up clear and mostly unbroken, which his abuela used to tell him meant something. Eddie couldnāt remember what. He had calluses on his palms, some from work, some from the gym. On his index finger, he had a thin scar, a relic of a kitchen chopping mishap when he was twenty.
Buck began moving his thumbs in small circles across Eddieās palm. He started light, barely brushing Eddieās skin, so gently that it was almost uncomfortable.
Eddie breathed in slowly through his nose and tried not to move.
When Buck dug his right thumb in a little deeper, right at the joints where Eddieās fingers connected his palm, where his hands got stiff after a particularly long day, Eddie made a quiet, involuntary noise.
Buck looked up.
This, they didnāt do. They were physical with each other, always had been, in ways that Eddie never thought bore commenting on. They were on top of each other on the job, more often than they werenāt, squeezed in knee-to-knee in the truck and reaching over each other with practiced ease in the field. At home, they were even worse. Fridays had room for a lot of thingsāfor knocking into each other in the kitchen when they cleaned up after dinner and tussling for the best seat on the couch. Elbows bumping together on the couch, hands brushing when Eddie handed Buck another beer. Sometimes, Buck fell asleep on Eddie halfway through the second movie, his head a heavy weight on Eddieās shoulder. Sometimes, they fought over the remote, wrestling each other on the couch until one of them dragged the other all the way down to the living room rug.
Touching Buckābeing touched by Buckāwas nothing new to Eddie. This, thoughā¦
Eddie could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. Eddie had an old feeling brewing in the pit of his stomachāthe yawning sense that they were standing on the brink of something.
Somewhere in the back of Eddieās head, heād been waiting for something like this. For a moment, when all the things theyād been holding back between the two of them came bubbling up to the surface. Heād never said it outright, not even in his own head, but sometimes, Buck looked at him and Eddie just knew that something was coming. A breaking point. When Buck would look at him and Eddie would look back and they would both knowāokay, now. here we go.
This, thoughāhe wasn't sure this felt like it.
This was...this was nothing. This was a Friday night. This was pumpkin beer and Eddie's bandaged knuckles and the stupid action movie still playing on the TV. This was so totally, spectacularly unremarkable.
Heād thought, when it was time, that he would know. It would be something they couldnāt ignore. They both knew what it felt like to experience the world at scale. Earthquakes, tsunamis, fire and lightning. This wasnāt that.
If something as small as Buck holding Eddieās hand was enough to break open this thing between them, it wouldāve happened a long, long time ago.
Wouldnāt it?
Eddie looked down. Buck was still holding Eddieās hand in his lap, his thumb making little aimless circles in the center of his palm.
āWhat are you doing?ā Eddie asked.
Buck stilled. āI donāt know.ā
Eddie tried again. āWhat, uh. What are we doing?ā
Buck shook his head, wordlessly.
Eddie tilted his head back up to look at him. His eyes were huge in the half-light, the glow of the TV and the light from the hall heād left on when he went looking for the first aid kit. They stared at each other for a long, drawn-out moment.
Then Buck giggled. The tension broke. And suddenly, Eddie wasnāt uncertain anymore.
He closed his hand around Buckās. Eddie looked at him.
āOkay,ā Eddie said quietly. āIām just gonnaā¦ā
He leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving Buck all the time in the world to figure out where he was going with this. Buck didnāt move, didnāt pull away, didnāt blink. When Eddie kissed Buck, it was barely a kiss, putting his mouth on Buckās as lightly as Buck had first touched Eddieās hand.
Buck made a quiet noise into Eddieās mouth and then they were kissing for real, Buck pressing into him almost hard enough to knock their teeth together.
It was a good feeling, kissing Buck, the kind of raw good feeling that Eddie couldnāt remember feeling in a long, long time. Maybe heād never felt something quite like this. Eddie could get lost in this, he was pretty sure, in the closeness, in the feeling of Buckās mouth opening under his, in the quiet noise Buck made when Eddie put his hand in the short hairs at the back of his neck.
When they finally separated, Buckās face was flushed a bright red. Eddie had a feeling he looked about the same.
Eddie swallowed. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. āWas that okay?ā
āNo, it was awful,ā Buck said. āWhat the hell do you mean, was it okay?ā
Eddie rolled his eyes. āWe havenāt done that before, jackass,ā he said. āI mean, should we talk about this?ā
āOh,ā Buck said. āSure.ā He picked at the hem of his shorts with his free hand, the one that wasnāt still holding Eddieās hand between them. His eyes flicked down to Eddieās mouth and back up again. āWe can talk, if thatās what you want to do.ā
Eddie let out a sigh, faux-exasperated. āShut up,ā he said, and hauled Buck back into a kiss, both of them smiling into it.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. They didnāt stop when the movie credits started rolling or when the TV switched itself off automatically, the room darkening around them. They didnāt stop until Buck had kissed the scars on Eddieās shoulder and the one on his wrist and the goddamn Pokemon band-aids across his knuckles and a lot of other places besides.
It was a Friday night. Theyād had a lot of good Friday nights over the years. Eddie had a feeling this one was going to be pretty hard to beat.
#my fic tag#how r we tagging this#emoji prompt fic#buddie#buddie fic#ITS LONG ITS SILLY ITS GOOFY#also i wrote it in airports on either side of a red eye flight so if it doesn't make sense blame that
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Obviously going feral over the Orpheus and Eurydice quote but also canāt get over the fact that Orpheus and Eurydice are real people in this universe. Like Orpheus is literally Dream of the Endlessās son. I donāt have anything insightful to say about it, even via stories repeating and reiterating and that being such an important theme in the Sandman universe and how some truths become stories and some stories are more than true etc etc.
Also now just thinking of Hob mentioning that people have given King Lear a happy ending and Dream saying that it wonāt last because all the great stories will return to their original forms (Shakespeare was actually the one to change it to a tragedy, and yes Neil knew this when he wrote that line). Still nothing coherent to say, just about how Charles and Edwin beat the odds and just how much of Dead Boy Detectives is likeā¦ a rejection of the queer tragedy weāve grown so used to. Saw some people groan and comparing it to the mess of Supernatural and superhell etc which is wild to me because it feels like a conscious commentary and rejection of it.
Like. Simon and his internalized homophobia landed both him and Edwin in hell and its both made clear that the in universe reason that they were there is not because they were queer but because of the ritual sacrifice/prank, but that the symbolic and writing reason is because of the internal and external homophobia that the world subjects them to, and it is Simon and Edwin recognizing each other and Edwin saying that the way they are does not mean they deserve to be there, that it doesnāt have to be torture, that gives Simon the way out of hell. It isnāt Edwin confessing that sends him back, a demon interrupts him from confessing. Edwin has to confess at the door back to freedom so he can leave all of that internalized poison behind him back in hell where it belongs.
This post got super away from me and maybe Iāll actually write something coherent about all of these themes one day but yeah. Charles and Edwin at the gates of hell defied the trends of two tragedies, one very very old, and one that (while building off of tragic stories that have been around for ages) is far more recent
#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#payneland#charles rowland#the sandman#also the fact that some of the same people who gave us the superhell clusterfuck is FASCINATING to me#like I know that tv shows are done by many different people even in the writing room and itās not actually a hive mind#and so many people in the process can have very different opinions on the show they make#so the fact that this feels like an outright rejection of the end of the show that THEY MADE just makes me go eyes emoji a little#dbda
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