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barblaz-arts · 4 months ago

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I know you've been making a lot of art of it lately, but out of curiosity, what's your opinion on Hazbin Hotel in general? I'm referring to both the show and the fandom here. Just curious.

God. What a loaded question. Are you ready? Bcuz I'm fresh from Vaggie discourse on twitter and I have a lot to say.

I think that Hazbin Hotel seems worse than it is for people who know the fandom but haven't actually watched the show. Honestly, I think it's a fine show. It isnt super incredible and I'm not gonna sing praises about how deep and thought provoking it is or whether it's an artistic masterpiece. It never tried to be that and was never advertised as such(to my knowledge) anyway. I just had a lot of fun. Like, yeh sure the cussing in the dialogue can be a bit much, especially in ep 1, but there are different writers in other episodes, so it gets better. It can be super crude yeh, but I grew up watching things like the Scary Movie franchise and other dumb american movies (yes, i was too young for them. yes, i still watched them), so it's pretty tolerable for me. It also helps that Charlie is the main character. That's one of the main reasons why I watch HH but dont watch HB. It's probably a fun show, but without a sweetheart like Charlie to balance things out, I'd just get tired of the sex jokes and mean jokes.

Compared to my last hyperfixation, I think I have more things to love about Hazbin Hotel, believe it or not. With Netflix's Wednesday, I had already been an Addams Family fan for a while and hung on because I loved the family and eventually Enid and wenclair. The show itself was honestly meh... so far! I'll give season 2 another shot.

But with Hazbin Hotel, it catered to a lot of things I've always loved. Found family with a bunch of misfits? We didnt get to see it much bcuz of the fuckass 8-ep per season format we have nowadays, but its fine its there! The juxtaposition of a kind hearted woman in a harsh world? Love love Charlie for that, I watched the show in the first place because of her. A canon lesbian lover with a "fuck the world cuz my world is you" type of love for the protag? Fuck yes. How very Pearl-from-Steven-Universe of Vaggie. And the music? The music is soooo good. I didn't know the songwriter prior to watching, so I was nervous about the songs, but I knew most of the theater actors they cast(still cant believe Jeremy fucking Jordan is Lucifer) so I figured even if the songs are mid, at least the performances would be topnotch. And they were! But the songs were a pleasant surprise. Sam Haft did real damn well. I still listen to the soundtrack to this day.

The fandom, however, is probably the worst one I've been in. And I've been in a lot in my big age... Just... lacking media literacy, and based on the replies I get when I say something on twitter, it seems a lot of them lack reading comprehension and just plain emotional intelligence too.

There's a lot of criticisms about this show that I honestly think is fair. Pacing, character design, overuse of the F word, whatever. But in my opinion, claiming that Hazbin is a male-centered show is an unfair misconception that is mostly the fault of the fandom.

Bcuz, sure, the male characters are uber popular. Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Angel Dust and the many web of ships they're involved in went trending every few business days. But come on now. How often does a fandom even have their main protag as the most talked about character? This has been going on for ages. Just because the boys have the most merch and fics and fanarts and thirsty fans doesn't mean that they had the spotlight for most of the show itself. It only meant that they were the ones the viewers paid attention to, in a fandom filled with people drooling over the next tumblr sexyman and toxic yaoi ship of the month.

But if you actually look back at what the show gave us so far, the boys didnt outshine the women. I actually think the women got to do more and be more as characters than the men did. Let's take a look at the male characters.

Alastor was not in all the episodes. In fact, he was MIA in two out of the eight episodes. In all the episodes he was in, he was a mere side character. His purpose in season one was to stir the pot and be the intriguing mystery that occasionally quips. But he was not the one whose deeper thoughts were explored and whose character and goals was challenged THROUGHOUT the show, merely alluded to at the VERY END of the season, which is hardly him taking the spotlight away from Charlie. If you merely looked at the fan content of him, you'd think he were a father figure to Charlie(or a love interest. whatever) and that he has developed a soft spot for the Hazbins deep down in that cannibal heart of his. But if you pay attention to the show, he never had even a meaningful one on one conversation with the Hazbins. The only time that happened is when (a)he threatened Husk's life (b)when he constantly mocked Charlie while she was down in the dumps and used this as an opportunity to manipulate her and (b)when he told Niffty watching the crew sure can "make one sentimental", even tho he had taken no prior opportunity to bond with them! There's no foundation for all the fandom's claims that he could be redeemed bcuz of a budding fondness for the group, but that's all you see of his fan content(aside from the horniness). I dont have any problem with his lack of an actual relationship with the Hazbins bcuz I believe redemption for him is not what the show is going for, but it's frustrating to see people interpreting it that way BUT not seeing how horridly developed it would be if that is the case, meanwhile they turn around and say that Vaggie and Chaggie as a ship "had terrible development".

Then we have the male Vees. Vox was only ever in episode two, and was essentially a youtube reactor in episode 8. He was in ep 4 but had no speaking lines. We only know of his obsession with Alastor and the toxic relationship he has with Val. Val, meanwhile, is merely shown as the sex obsessed fiend behind Hell's sex industry and Angel's abuse. They did what they needed to do with minimal screentime. It was fine, but that's IT. Despite what little CANON gave so far, you have hundreds of people writing essays and fics and fanarts about them being complicated characters. But to reiterate, this does not mean that they are bad characters or that they don't deserve the fame. But to say that these men are better written within canon than the women is such a bold statement when most of the depth they knew of these characters were lore drops given before the show and their own speculations as they dug into the shallow soil of what the show has so far.

I'm not gonna speak about Angel and Lucifer. Because I think they were characters who were legitimately well-explored so far.

Now onto the women. So many of them were given the opportunity to have their characters challenged or given the agency to push characters and the plot forward or give you intrigue about implications of what's to come for the characters and the plot. I've talked a lot about Charlie and Vaggie. So let me talk about the other, terribly underrated women of Hazbin.

Velvette and Carmilla were the ones who advanced the subplot in the war against Heaven. Because of Carmilla's love for her family despite being a demon, an angel was killed. It gave Heaven the excuse to escalate things, but it also gave Charlie hope later on in the season that they're not powerless. Carmilla was also the first demon shown to make selfless actions that is contrary to what is expected of demons, making it proof that Charlie's belief that demons deserve a second chance isn't unwarranted. She's an interesting character, as an overlord who hangs on to power but clearly has morals. But how often do you see people writing essays about her? Eating up the fact that she's a powerful overlord but would sacrifice anything for her daughters? If Carmilla were a man, hundreds of girlies would be drooling over the crime boss who has a soft spot for his daughters.

Meanwhile, Velvette got to demonstrate why exactly she's an Overlord despite being the youngest demon in there. She's calculating and observant. She gives off a haughty vibe and constantly boasts about how she's young and fresh, but she isn't naive. During that meeting, she paid attention to Carmilla and Zestial's relationship. In order to find out who killed the angel, she riled everyone up, and when she got the feeling it was Carmilla, she mocked Zestial so that Carmilla could slip up. By playing these Overlords who are older and more experienced than her, Velvette showed what exactly her asset was to the Vees and why she's a threat, something that Vox and Val have yet to be given the opportunity to do when they were busy eye-fucking Alastor and literally fucking Angel. But in fan content about the Vees, Velvette is almost treated as an after thought to the boys...

Then we have the Seraphs. Not only were their designs gorgeous, their dynamic and presence as characters had impact to the plot and main characters.

Emily is a much needed character to show that this story isn't meant to tell you that Heaven = bad; Hell = good. There is good and bad in both, and it is so important for the protags to know that they have an ally in Emily who represents the true virtues that heaven is supposed to uphold. And I love the confrontation she had with Sera when her own view of what's right and good was challenged. We got to see the strength of her character and started the seeds of what could be heaven's acceptance of Charlie's goals.

Sera is such an interesting character to me. She was also important to show that not all angels were sadistic like Adam and Lute, but not in the same way Emily was. I have no idea so far which direction this show would go with her. But I'm intrigued by the fact that she seems to be driven by fear, unlike Adam and Lute's cruelty. She knew Lucifer and was there when he was cast out for his disobedience. Whether everything she's doing is to prevent that from happening again remains to be seen, and I'm looking forward to this kind of subplot for her.

And then Rosie! I really really look forward to seeing more from her. Spoilers aside, something I barely see people talk about is how interesting it is that Rosie is every bit the leader that Charlie hopes to be. Rosie is able to be a respected overlord in her own faction without needing to sacrifice her love for showmanship and music and her positive disposition. When we were officially introduced to her, they show how she seems to care about actually taking care of her people, not JUST ordering them around, by talking to them personally and giving advice. That's exactly what Charlie wanted to do for her people, isn't it? The hotel to Charlie was what the emporium was to Rosie. They have a lot of similarities that could set up for Rosie to be the one to teach Charlie in becoming a leader. Now whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen, but it is rather compelling.

So yeah! With all that said, I really dont think this show ignores its women at all. Just because a bigger part of the fandom gravitated towards the men doesn't necessarily mean its a misogynistic show so far. But if certain people are claiming that the women are badly written, then I hope they also own up to the fact that their blorbos are just as shallowly presented within the show, maybe even more so. Which wouldn't even be a bad thing! Since when did a show or character have to be amazingly written for a person to like them? That's just no fun at all. All I'm saying is... Fuck this fandom's double standards, hiding behind claims that it's the writing's fault when the problem is they couldn't be bothered to think about the women.

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beat-the-morning · 7 months ago

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Depression interrupted || Hozier x reader

Kinktober - Day 6: Interruption

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Tags: interruption, spit, mentions of depression, multiple orgasms, long introduction, reader has depression, nipple sucking, hickeys, references to possible suicide, fluff, hurt/comfort kinda because the hurt is like 2 paragraphs and the comfort is the rest of the fic

Summary: You’ve been on a depressive episode for the past couple weeks, and while Andrew had given you the space you requested, his anxiety gets the better of him when you stop answering your phone. So he goes to your apartment and finds a pleasant surprise.

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: this one’s a long one chat idk what to say i got really into it. There’s nothing explicit that isnt the smut itself so don’t worry about it💙

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You had been in a slight depressive rut for these past few weeks, you didn’t know why exactly, but two and a half weeks ago you started feeling so incredibly sad that your brain decided it was best if you isolated yourself for a while, you worked from home anyway so it wasn’t like you’d be missing work if you decided to bedrot for a couple days until you felt better. But the “couple days” had now become seventeen days of not leaving the house and doing the bare minimum communication with your friends and family so they’d know you weren’t dead. This trend of lacklustre communication had also extended to your boyfriend, Andrew, who had been worried sick about you since you started answering to his messages less and less and not talking much during your calls.

He’d wanted to come see you sooner, but between making new songs and having meetings for his next album, he had been too busy to do anything that wasn’t working until a couple days ago. You had told him to not worry, that you just needed to be alone for a bit, and he decided to just let you be for a bit, checking in on you at least twice a day, usually more, and feeling his anxiety dissipate when you answered. His brain was divided, he did want you to have your own space and to let you figure this out on your own like you had before, but at the same time he was worried, your depressive episodes had never lasted more than four or five days since you started dating, and he’d always helped you through them, so why were you so distant now? And why for so long? Were you planning something? Andrew felt a knot in his stomach at the thought of you doing anything to hurt yourself, he grabbed his phone and messaged you, an admittedly cheesy message, but it was the only way he had of hiding how incredibly anxious he truly felt.

Andrew:

how are you feeling my love? can we call? id love to hear your voice i miss you so much baby <3] </blockquote>

You didn’t answer, didn’t even read his message, for the next hour Andrew sat on his couch waiting for you to message him or even to leave him on read so he’d know you’re still there. His anxiety created worse and worse scenarios in his head, he knew the most probable reason as to why you hadn’t answered yet was that you were asleep, but the little worm in his head told him a more sinister story, so he called you. You didn’t answer. He tried again. Voicemail. Third time. No answer. He knew that you would still get notifications from him and that your phone would still ring if it was a call from him even when you had it on Do Not Disturb, so why weren’t you answering? He called over and over again for the next hour, by his twenty-third call he was stressed out of his mind, he didn’t know what to do, but the call didn’t go to voicemail this time.

“Sorry, the number you’re trying to reach is off or without signal, please try again later.” Said the robotic voice over the phone. That settled it for Andrew, he took his keys and the copy he had of yours “for emergencies” and got in his car with the intention of driving it to your house and checking in on you in person.

While all of this had been happening, you had been sleeping on the couch while your phone was in your bedroom supposedly charging, or it would be if you had remembered to plug it in. You woke up a bit after your phone had, unbeknownst to you, fully ran out of battery. You staggered over to your bedroom once more, your feet dragging along the floor of your small one-bedroom apartment. You threw yourself on your bed, not even bothering to check your phone before curling in on yourself and trying to fall asleep again, tossing and turning in your bed for a couple minutes before you decided to just masturbate to help you fall asleep again. Laying on your back, your hand sauntered downwards on your body, slipping under your pants and underwear and in between your folds, you gasped softly at your own touch, having not done this since your depressive episode took hold. Slowly, you started flicking your clit, you couldn’t be bothered to look for your toy so your hands would have to do. Your free hand moved up under your shirt and to your chest, squeezing your breast though your bra and making you gasp again. Soft, quiet whimpers and moans escaped your lips as you slowly played with yourself.

Andrew was driving to your apartment at a record pace while still being careful enough that he wouldn’t break any laws, finishing what would normally be a 45 minute ride in 35. He parked the closest he could to your building and, as calmly as he could, speed-walked over to your building’s door, opened it, and went inside. He took the elevator to your floor, the fifth, and while it slowly moved, he repeated the same thought in his head over and over, that you were probably just asleep and that he was worrying for nothing, but he needed to make sure you were okay, he needed to see you, even if you hadn’t actually done anything to yourself he still wanted to hold you in his arms until you felt like yourself again. He’d missed you so much in just two weeks and the thought of not being beside you for another second hurt him. The elevator doors opened, he rushed to your door, unlocking it and stepping into your apartment.

It wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined it would be, but he hadn’t seen your room or the kitchen yet, so he knew there would still be some surprises for you two to clean later. He called your name, you didn’t answer, being too focused on your own moans in your bedroom to hear him speak or walk towards your bedroom door. Andrew leaned his ear against the door, hearing soft whimpers coming from inside, he felt his heart relax and break at the same time, his worst nightmare hadn’t come true, but you were, to his knowledge, crying in your bedroom by yourself. He slowly opened the door, his eyes looking for you in the dark space.

“Baby? I’m sorry I came here like this but you weren’t answering and I- oh.” He explained quickly as he slowly pushed the door open, his little apology coming to a halt as he saw you on the bed, your shirt and bra scrunched up over your chest revealing your breasts while your hand squeezed one of them. Your other hand having travelled to your cunt, idly playing with your clit. He felt his anxiety vanish completely, being replaced by insatiable love and lust for you.

You yelped at the sight of Andrew at your bedroom door, your hands stopping their movements and rushing to grab something to cover yourself with like he hadn’t seen you naked a million times over. “Andrew!” You screamed, “what are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my messages or my calls and then your phone ran out of battery so I came to see you.” He explained, a small smirk slowly appearing on his face. “Glad to see you’re okay, though.”

“I- I had it charging, did I not plug it in correctly?” You mumbled as you reached over to your nightstand, finally noticing that the charger wasn’t plugged into the wall. You noticed Andrew’s weight shift the mattress, then his arms around your waist pulling you close to him.

“Why didn’t you want to see me, baby?” He asked softly, burying his face in your hair.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you answered, your voice starting to shake as the tears formed in your eyes. “I’m a mess, I don’t want to burden you with my stupid brain.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cooed lovingly, making you turn around so you were looking at him. “Don’t say that, you could never burden me, ever. I love you, more than anything, and I want to be here for you for anything that you need help with. Especially this, okay?”

You nodded, a few tears leaving your eyes and running down your face.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he kissed your cheeks a couple times each. “Do you want to talk about something else to get your mind off the sad thoughts? Or do you want to vent for a bit?”

“Something else,” you practically whispered, making Andrew smile.

“Okay, how about we talk about what you were doing just before I came into the room, hm?”

You felt your face heat up as you heard his question. “I- ehm. I was… yeah.” You managed to stutter out.

“Do you want help finishing with it?” He asked, his voice dropping an octave lower.

You nodded meekly, feeling your blood rush to your cunt. He chuckled.

“How do you want the help, my love?” He asked, leaning closer. “Do you want my mouth? My fingers? My cock?”

“Cock.” You answered, your face heating up even more.

“Very well, then.” Andrew smiled lovingly, kissing your lips deeply, his tongue moving against your lips, asking for entrance.

You opened your mouth, he deepened the kiss immediately, you kissed back with just as much passion as him, your fingers tangling in his curls. He pulled back from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck, relishing in the sound of your soft moans.

“You smell like coffee,” he pointed out between kisses.

“I spilled some on myself this morning, it was worse before I showered.” You mumbled in response.

“You showered?” He asked.

“Shut up.” You pouted.

“I wasn’t teasing, love. I’m proud of you.” He smiled softly, his eyes looking into yours with nothing but love and understanding. He kissed you again, more gentle this time, then resumed his worshipping of your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. His hands pulled at your shirt, his lips leaving your skin for just long enough that he could take it off you, followed by your bra, leaving you completely topless. He fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were hard and taking one of them into his mouth, sucking and nibbling while his fingers played with your other one.

Gently, you laid down on the bed, Andrew followed behind, trapping you below him. His mouth moved to your other nipple, the coldness of the air hitting your wet peak making you gasp and goosebumps form in your skin. He chuckled, kissing your skin a few more times before pulling back and taking his own sweater and undershirt off. You smiled at the sight of him, he smiled back.

“There’s that smile I missed.” He said in a loving whisper, leaning closer to you when he noticed your hands reaching out to touch him. He hummed softly, closing his eyes for a second to fully focus on the feeling of your hands on him. You caressed his torso, stopping to grasp and squeeze his man boobs and his chubby stomach, making him laugh again. “Always with that.” He teased.

“Let me be, I like it.” You teased back, trying not to giggle.

“Not complaining,” he leaned down to place a peck on your lips with a smile. “Just making an observation.”

“Sure it was.” You giggled softly, Andrew smiled lovingly as he slowly kissed down your body.

“Have you been taking your birth control?” He asked once his hands started pulling down on your pants.

You shook your head, you hadn’t taken it since this episode started. “I don’t have any condoms either…” you added softly.

“Yeah you do,” Andrew argued with a crooked smile, standing up and taking a box of condoms from the drawer on your bedside table.

“I didn’t buy those,” you felt your face heating up again.

“I know, I did,” he chuckled as he started unbuckling his belt, “put them there just in case, too.” He threw the belt off somewhere in your room, taking off his jeans and boxers in one movement, his cock springing free from its confines, already hard and leaking. He took one of the condoms from the box, opening it and rolling it onto his cock.

He positioned himself between your legs, taking your pants and underwear off you as quickly as he could, running his fingers up and down your slit to see how wet you were.

“You’re dripping,” he growled, “all for me?” He added teasingly.

“Yeah,” you moaned softly.

“Did you even come before I interrupted you? Or since we last saw each other at all?” He asked, his voice deep and sultry. You shook your head in response, he chuckled and mockingly pouted, his hands moving your legs apart and positioning his length at your entrance. “Oh, my poor baby, almost three weeks without an orgasm, how did you even manage?”

“Shut up and fuck me already,” you whined needily, “please.”

“Demanding little brat,” he scolded playfully, thrusting himself complaining into your pussy in one single thrust and making you scream in pleasure. You tried to catch your breath, feeling your walls stretch around him in the most pleasurable pain to accommodate to his size. He stood still, buried to the hilt in your heat, drunk on the sound of your quiet gasps. “God, baby, you feel so fucking good, I almost wish I wasn’t wearing a condom right now.” He chuckled softly as he leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed back, moving your hips ever so slightly to silently tell him to start moving. He listened, thrusting languidly in and out of you. “Faster, please,” you mumbled between soft moans.

“How much faster, baby?” He asked, kissing your neck passionately. “Do you want me to ruin you completely? Because I know I want to.”

“Yes, please,” you begged in between breathy moans, “oh my God, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Andrew smiled, biting and sucking softly at your pulse point, leaving a mark for everyone to see. His pace quickened, becoming relentless and unstoppable as your nails left their mark on his back. Your bed shook with the intensity, your moaning resounding against the bedroom walls. He kissed your body in any place where he could reach, enjoying the sound of your cries of pleasure as he lost himself in you.

He grabbed your leg, moving it so your ankle was on his shoulder allowing his cock to hit on the right spot to drive you crazy. He looked at your tits, bouncing as he thrust into you, your face contorted in pleasure. His hand that wasn’t holding your leg moved to squeeze your breast, twisting and pulling your nipple to make you scream like he liked you to. He growled as you moaned louder and louder.

He kissed what he could reach of your leg, wanting desperately to always have his lips somewhere on you. His hand moved from your breast to your lips parting them with his fingers and pushing two of them into your mouth. You sucked out of instinct, eliciting a deep moan from Andrew. His fingers slowly thrusted in and out, muffling your moans, then he pulled them out, holding your mouth open by your chin, he leaned in, his face hovering over yours. He gathered saliva in his mouth, then slightly parted his own lips, letting his spit fall from his mouth to yours, shutting it closed right after. “Swallow it.” He ordered, leaving no room for argument, his relentless thrusts still shaking you and the bed. You obeyed, swallowing it without looking away from his eyes. He opened your mouth again, doing the same thing he just did and spitting into your mouth once more, this time you shut your mouth by yourself and swallowed without him having to tell you. He smiled, caressing your face lovingly. “Good girl, that’s it, you’re so good for me, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You felt the twist of climax forming in your lower tummy, your moans mixing with whimpers. Andrew slightly changed the posture just enough so his pelvis would hit against your clit with every thrust. You felt the coil quickly tightening more and more until it snapped without a warning. You clenched around Andrew’s cock in your orgasmic bliss, your juices spilling out of your cunt around him, making a mess on the bed. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You begged even as your climax washed over you.

“You want another one, baby?” He teased lightly, feeling like he was on cloud nine just from hearing you beg for another orgasm.

“Yeah… please?” You begged desperately. “Please, Andy, I’ll be good, please!”

“You know I can’t say no to you, my perfect angel.”

His hand moved to your clit, flicking it rapidly while his thrusts became irregular and twitchy because of his own oncoming orgasm. You felt your second climax creep up on you again, your legs shaking from the overstimulation and your moans turning completely into whines and whimpers.

“Almost there, baby, come with me, that’s it.” He cooed gently, guiding you towards your next orgasm. “Such a pretty sight, my darling girl, so pretty for me.”

You came at the sound of his voice, clenching around him once more as he buried himself deep in you, stopping his movement and spilling his seed into the condom. You both breathed deeply, trying to catch your respective breaths.

Andrew pulled out of you, letting you lay in bed while he took off his condom and tied a knot on it before throwing it in the trash. He put his boxers back on, sitting back on the bed and caressing your body with love and care. “How are you feeling, love?” He asked softly.

“Good,” you smiled, “better than I have in the past couple weeks.”

“I’m glad,” he kissed your cheek, “go to the bathroom, baby, you know you have to.” He reminded you. You nodded, standing up from the bed and making your way out of the bedroom, stopping at the door when Andrew called your name. “Can you make me some coffee, please? Only if you feel like it, I can make it myself if not.” He asked.

“I’ll make you some, don’t worry about it.” You smiled, leaving the bedroom, closing the door, and walking into the only bathroom in your apartment. You cleaned yourself up, put on new clothes that had been on the folding pile since the week before last, and went into the kitchen to make coffee for Andrew. You heard some noises coming from your room, which you assumed was Andrew trying to find his clothes between all the mess that had accumulated in there for the past two and a half weeks. You finished the coffee after a while, having made it in an Italian coffee press since you knew Andrew didn’t have one but liked how coffee tasted when made in one, poured it in a cup and made your way back to your bedroom. You opened the door to find most of the mess gone, the windows opened and lighting up the room once more.

“What the..?” You mumbled softly, seeing Andrew throw the last of your clothes that had been scattered across the floor into your hamper.

“I know you don’t have the energy to clean right now,” he said softly, taking the coffee from your hands and taking a sip, “so I thought I’d help a bit.”

“You didn’t have to.” You said, feeling tears prickling up in your eyes.

“I wanted to, though,” he assured you, leaving the coffee on your dresser and holding your face in his hands and wiping away the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “I love you, I want to help you. So let me.”

You hugged him tightly, “thank you,” you sobbed lightly, overwhelmed by the amount of love you were getting from him. “I love you too, I love you so much.”

“Don’t cry, angel,” he kissed your head. “Let’s cuddle for a bit, then we can go out somewhere if you want or we can stay here and watch a movie or something, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded into his chest, letting yourself be guided into your bed once more and curling up in his embrace as you laid together, his fingers running along your hair and arms.

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petday · 8 months ago

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your art is so so so so inspiring to me which is strange bc my style isnt very similar to yours at all. but it makes me happy to see your art, especially when you make art from things from childhood id forgotten about💫💫💫💫💫🩷🩷🩷🩷

Thanks. Your message and similar messages from others over the years inspired me to try to put into words why I draw 'nostalgic things'. I ended up writing a lot.

There was a period of time when I became cynical about being seen as an 'artist who reminds people of childhood' or a 'nostalgic artist'. I no longer feel that way but I will explain why. Some artists, who I like and respect, will sometimes mention 'nostalgia holding artist's growth back' and 'nostalgia causes learned helplessness.' But I feel differently.

Maybe I perceive time differently. I have lived long enough to witness cycles of 'what is valued, and what is not valued' repeated. For example, I loved what is now called 'Y2K' style, but during mid 2000s, for whatever reason it was derided as something to be left in the past, something embarrassing. "Aren't we glad we optimized things now, and they are 'sleeker' and less complex? Old things were childish, an embarrassing weakness for humans, we must advance and reach our ideal evolution." That became the common attitude. I felt pressure to have the same thoughts. I just couldn't make myself feel that way no matter what, though. Even with the increasing threats about, 'keep up with others or you won't ever develop positive social relationships!' I couldn't change my mind.

(If what is currently valued becomes devalued and then it becomes valuable after that… that's an odd cycle to me. For example, if we like bananas, even when bananas cannot be harvested, we still like them even though they occupy a smaller space in our minds but we don't deride them. Going even further, though, I sometimes wonder if it is possible for humans to eventually remove the 'devaluation' stage, particularly in art 'trends' as I am an artist. Whatever is considered valuable remains valuable. A counter arguement would be, 'no, the devaluation of the previous thing is exactly what causes the next thing to be valued, and then the cycle flows beautifully: X was valued -> Y is valued, X is devalued -> Y is devalued, X becomes valuable again. If you want X to always remain valuable, just develop better patience. Like we cannot pick fruit we like all year, we cannot simply keep adding onto the pile of things we like, something has to be seen as inferior by the majority of humans.' I disagree. I might explain my thoughts against this argument more in the future.)

Anyway, what people call 'Y2K style' or 'art that emulates how things commonly appeared in early years of 2000s' is popular nowadays. Even someone who did not grow up with it can become attracted to it. That 'desire' itself is a communication between past and present. Something can make someone feel 'lighter' [in sense of, "wow, the crushing weight of my circumstance feels not so crushing when I look at this'] -- a similar 'light' to how someone in the past was perceiving it when it was the present and not the past. So, even though two people were born in different eras and may not become friends or even meet, they're still connected by that 'lighthearted' feeling they both like. I know it will be seen as 'lower value' soon, but I truly cannot care because as I mentioned earlier, I might perceive 'time' weirdly.

When I started playing video games, a family member would point out, 'those games were made before you were born, interesting!' but that statement confused me at the time since my perception was, 'well, if these games are from before I was born, I don't understand why she is bringing attention to it. Why is it interesting? It's just regular. They're alive in the present now, because I'm in the present and so are they.' That was when I was a very young child. I subconsciously kept the same feeling even as I was reaching teenage and adult years. The feeling echoed when people liked to ask the question 'why are you still playing games from long ago?' as I got older but still played the same 'old' games. The answer: they are beautiful and will remain beautiful, and something made in the past is still communicating in the present, so are they really truly 'outdated inferior games'...? Just because the cycle of valued and devalued happened to be in a different position and those old things were seen as an embarrassment? (Now there are popular games inspired by the era of games many people ridiculed me for consistently enjoying, lol. Similarly, I was using 'crappy' old versions of programs even through 2017. Now people from wealthy upbringing and background use 'crappy' programs willingly. lol)

The present talks to the past all the time, nostalgia is not a dead end. In that sense I cannot see nostalgia as a death trap but rather a connection made from past to present. A string between the past and present that feelings can crawl across and communicate. Feelings such as 'I wish my life took a different direction. I can't make things like how they were back then, it won't ever be the same again, so I'll do nothing.' The criticism of 'nostalgia' is towards that last sentence. But there are things you can do with those feelings. 'Doing nothing is boring. And I keep thinking of that fun drawing I saw... I kinda wanna try to make something.' Making something while thinking of the past and present at the same time, so there is a communication between past self and present self. Pure bitterness communicating with slightly light-hearted view, the 'end result' is artwork/creation.

*I used light-hearted feeling as example, but nostalgia can exist for any feeling, and not just for people who were nice when they were younger. If someone was cruel as a child/teenager, after the person has been an adult for a while, they can communicate with their younger self about what was it about the cruelty that was enjoyable, and then extract a small part from the cruelty that they wish to bring back into the present -- example, the attraction to 'high speed activities, playful mischievousness' can be extracted from 'hurting people on purpose so they will acknowledge/react to you'. The dialogue could be something like, "'honestly, you and I both know spamming people with bad things felt pretty fun at the time, so let's just keep the 'high energy mischievousness' feeling and leave behind the crap that hurt people deeply, and let's make an animation while thinking of that high energy feeling.

^ I don't answer questions or reply to messages often because of giving answers that aren't too long or too short is tough for me. lol. Thanks for liking my art. I like a lot of art that doesn't resemble mine as well. It's fun! Like appreciating different flavours in the same meal even if you cannot make the meal yourself.

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n0vazsq · 4 months ago

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hii, could you please do Marc Bernal bf!headcanons? Thank you :)

Marc Bernal Boyfriend Headcanons

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

warnings . . . none!

alexavia yaps . . . hii! yes ofc!!!! probably my fav headcanons i ever did?? i did like 5 but who cares anyway idk if they were good or nah but yeah! tysm for requesting <3

bf!marc . . . ALWAYS has his arm around your waist when you go outside or when you two are in public

bf!marc . . . who's social media consists mainly of you and the little stuff you do together

bf!marc . . . who takes photos of you or you two on your polaroid camera and hangs them up in the fridge or keeps saves them somewhere safe

bf!marc . . . who always hugs you from behind randomly

bf!marc . . . who has his hand in yours at all times

bf!marc . . . who compliments you at the most unexpected times

"you look so beautiful, mi cielo" "how can you be so pretty?" "there isnt a better girl than you on this entire earth" "i love you more than love itself, got that, mi vida?"

bf!marc . . . who makes fun of your height difference, whether it was a few centimeters or an entire foot

bf!marc . . . who always leaves kisses on your face to wake you up

bf!marc . . . who drags you along to the pitch after a match win so he can kiss you in front of the crowd and celebrate with you

bf!marc . . . who buys you boquets of flowers every five days so the previous ones don't wilt

"i got you another one, i saw the last ones we're drooping a bit" "these flowers reminded me of you, hermosa, so i got you a bunch of them"

bf!marc . . . who LOVES to call you spanish nicknames, like mi vida, mi cielo, hermosa, mi amor

bf!marc . . . who would ask his mom for advice when he doesn't know what to get you

bf!marc . . . who plans date nights for you two when he knows you're stressed from work or school

bf!marc . . . who would ask to help you everytime you looked the tiniest bit tired

bf!marc . . . who would run his hands through your hair to put you to sleep

bf!marc . . . who makes you run your hands through his hair because it helps him relax and makes him feel safe

bf!marc . . . who would kiss you until you both ran out of breath, only to start kissing you again once you got a huff of air

bf!marc . . . always sends you little texts throughout the day, either to check on you or to tell you that he loves you

bf!marc . . . who has to kiss you at least once a day or he gets into a bad mood and takes it out into everyone (expect you ofc)

bf!marc . . . who would silently cry when watching sad movies with you, not wanting you to hear him get emotional after claiming that he was 'tough and didn't cry over fake stories'

"i'm not crying, amor! these tears are just from dry air" "you're crying! not me!" "why did you have to pick such a depressing movie, mi cielo? and how aren't you crying?"

bf!marc . . . who has a picture of you in his wallet, phonecase, and car

bf!marc . . . who has you saved as his lockscreen and wallpaper, changing it only to put a more recent picture of you

bf!marc . . . who buys you the stuff you eye for too long in the shops but walk out without

"you were staring at this for too long so i bought it for you"

bf!marc . . . who would carry you on his back when you got tired from walking or felt sleepy while out in public

bf!marc . . . who would quietly learn your habits and your love language, eventually shifting around his personality and routine to match them

bf!marc . . . who would randomly get you gifts because they reminded him of you

bf!marc . . . who REFUSES to let you pay no matter what, only letting you when you give him pleading eyes

bf!marc . . . who has memorised every single inch, curve and part of your body

bf!marc . . . who HAS to remind you that he loves you no matter what you two were doing

"did i tell you that i loved you very much today?" "i love you" "morning, mi cielo. i love you so much"

bf!marc . . . who would cave in and do all the tiktok trends you wanted to do with him

bf!marc . . . who would learn how to do hair and how to braid it so he can style your hair into pretty hairstyles

bf!marc . . . who would have a lovesick look on his eyes no matter you were wearing or doing

"i don't care that you're wearing pyjamas and have no makeup on, you look more gorgeous than those famous supermodels"

bf!marc . . . who, despite all the teasing and jokes, will always kiss you and hug you in front of his teammates just to show you off

bf!marc . . . who always make sure that you feeling comfortable telling him stuff before he makes you talk

bf!marc . . . who tells you EVERYTHING that happens with his team or life

bf!marc . . . who loves you so much that he feels it's impossible to describe it

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @bernalswifeyy ,, @nngkay ,, @justaf1girl (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

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puckpocketed · 2 days ago

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Ah yes hi hello! I have a bit of a ramble and some info about line dynamics in hrpf if you don't mind? I should probably get my research tgt and read and do a crazed metapost lol.

I don't have a lot of hockey technical sense yet (<- beginner in exam season who has a backlog to study and redearch, lol) but I do think hrpf deals with a lot of line dynamics but subconsciously. A lot of pairings aren't just based on history as the major part, but also on built-in assumptions of how the dynamic must be based on position, or interestingly, how it could've been for childhood friends.

Its not addressed very often though, it goes in as a sort of subconscious or if some is thinking about it, its a behind the scenes element, and it does not scales directly in proportion to fic size.

A lot of hockey pairings have trends where a lot of forward only pairings have to be lineys, or a couple's chemistry in a trade fic being reinforced by them being each other's liney and having the chem to be a good line. dmen/goalie pairings are rarer, as are forward/goalie pairings from my tag scrolling. They are a bit more varied but operate on a sense of protectiveness quite often. A la king/knight pairings almost.

Goalie/goalie operates on a sense of connection based on a game view and therefore worldview no one else gets, but authors don't incorporate it intentionally too often, as far as they say in notes atleast. D-partners are very very close devotional pairings usually, and as such every position pairings has a set of assumptions it comes with, an almost internalised intuition for the average hockey rpf writer.

Essentially, in hrpf, if you go deep, the line mate is sacred. They are delegated to a special status that often creates pairings but also have been relegated to a dynamic that is not in competition with the ship itself if the other player isnt a liney, because it's absolutely sacred friendship/connection/whst ever. It is often explored in longer fics or ones with certain premises, and the space loves the dynamics but doesn't always address it actively outside of certain premises, aus, and fic types (like trade fics + variants, soulmates, or character studies.)

you'll find these trends more with certain pairings and certain draft classes/eras of hockey as well. This is so long. I am so sorry. Take my words with a grain of salt and some idea hat this is in now way a very deep glance, but thatd the overall impression for someone in hrpf spaces for a while and studies in literary analysis, haha. Hope this helps?

-signed, tynedtime

[EDIT: post being referenced can be read here]I wanted to hoard this in my asks for like 7 months and marinate it but I think this should be on #myblog and so that others can see and maybe say hi.... anyways no need for apologies ever ever ever thank you so much for dropping by to explain some of this to me!! Your notes on pairing trends are super fun, but I found this part most fascinating:

MUCH to think about. Please someone who knows more than me (guy blindly pawing around) say something profound here LOL I have half a transcript to get done and some media to gather re; line construction.

But question for you and any interested parties: do you have any reflections/insights to give on hrpf role-based relationships that go beyond pairings? threesomes and moresomes, that is (<- personally NOT a fan of the way people write/talk about three-way relationships as a way to "solve" ship wars) I'm very curious as to how it all shakes out in hrpf (if at all) given there are these sorta built-in triads in the form of forward line combinations.

Please @ me or ping me or carrier pigeon me about your crazed metapost when it drops. I will wait patiently <3

#asks #p!res:hrpf #puck!research #long post #user tynedtime

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thatbtssong · 19 days ago

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Run for the hills

pairing: idol!Jeongguk x idol!reader

sumary: You found peace and war in his arms without know when it’s gonna kill one of you.

warnings: english isnt my first language and this is the first thing I write full english and this long! so sorry the typos. Sex but sad idk. Toxic relationship but it not a relationship. They’re idiots srsly. I was listening a Tate McRae song two days ago and this came to life! idk srsly is the most quickly Id ever wrote SO SORRY. NOTES IN THE END.

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There's proof that you are in the same hotel room again: your jacket is on the couch next to the windom, your dress is on the floor and your heel is on the edge of the bed, again.

His arms are around your legs while he’s eating you, kneeling in front of you, hoping you can feel how devoted he is to you. Just the way you like, like no one else could. Jeongguk knows your favorite spots as if it were a map where he can’t get lost because he paved the way. His tongue is doing circles in your clit while sucking it, his long fingers are tempting your entrance, making you so desperate. When he puts just one finger inside you, you let out a breathy moan, letting him know that you are so full now. He smiles and you give him a soft caress in his cheek.

Outside, the weather is cold enough to freeze the pavement, but inside that hotel room, it burns like hell itself.

Jeongguk and you were teenegers when you met on a music program where you were a host with him; Since you were the same age, coexistence on the set was easy for both of you: laugh at the same silly jokes that were trending on the internet on those moment, the same taste in music, even the same to-go drink at the cafeteria. Yeah, you were kids, but you are pretty sure that the moment you heard him laugh for that bad joke you told him —and no one else had laughed— you knew he had ruined you for someone else.

And twelve years later, you are still here. And, in some abstract way, he is too. After so many dates with different people, fights, nights when you sleep crying, thousands of texts when he is overseas because, you know it’s easy for him to beg you when he is so far away so you can receive him with your arms open, so many jealous scenes, you lost the count of how many date rumors they have invented because, you are not sure if you can confirm that in the past twelve years you were more than just friends who fuck.

The result of your chemistry was chaos, fires in every step both of you take to run for the hills.

Nine months had passed since the last time you saw him. Nine months since you saw that message shining in his lockscreen. Can’t wait to see you, i miss u. You know you didn’t have the right to get mad and scream the hell out of him, but those were your words, the same words you wrote to him when the things between both of you feels like jumping on a cloud. Those were the same damn words he wrote to you so you can come over to his department that night.

The same routine for almost a decade was making you feel sick, tired of the same vicious circle thta you couldn’t get out of there. Maybe you didn’t want to, neither did him. Not until that night when you blocked his number –it was not the first time tho– and moved to your brother’s newlywed house for a while so he couldn't find you. Fuck, being on your older brother’s new house mades you nauseous: one of your dreams was to get married at thirty but you were fucking an idiot. And there were two years left for that dream to be broken.

So nine months later, on December 10, a bouquet of beautiful flowers was waiting for you in your company’s training room. Wild pale pink flowers, wheat stalks and, of course, vibrant orange tiger lilies. You didn’t have to ask who had sent them, only one person in this whole world knew what your favorite flowers were. He tattooed them on his forearm. He told the media a story about why he got them: but you know the truth, you were there holding his hand. Laughing with him so he could endure the pain. Kissing his lips when the needle was feeling a little too rough. He said to you that he was gonna feel you close when you were apart but, did he really mean it? You were not sure about that, not even a little when one month later he fucks that rookie girl with the bob haircut.

The bouquet brought a note, with your empty look, you looked at it for a couple of seconds before having the courage to take it and read it.

“Congratulations for the success of my album! This milestone is because of you. Happy birthday, sunshine.

—jjk”

The note slipped from your fingers after reading it, you start to feel dizzy so you run to the bathroom before your legs give up.

Golden, his new solo album came out almost a month ago, you knew it because it was everywhere, but you don’t have the guts to listen to it or even watch a music video. You didn’t want to hear his sweet voice or see his handsome face. You were willing to move on, to close this bittersweet chapter of your life. Loving him started to taste like hate and you didn’t want to do it, even if it was what you needed to get over him.

But, as if he could feel it, he rocks your world again. Collapsing the walls you were started to build with your blood, sweat and tears.

That day, when you were supposed to celebrate your birthday, you spent your evening listening to every word he sang on that damn album, hearing how bad he wants to hate you and how he would be standing in the fire next to you. And of course, how he wants to fuck you seven days a week because, maybe thats why you were still seeing each other: because the sex was so fucking spectacular. The first time both of you had sex, was together, at eighteen; as the years went by, you explored your bodies and discovered what and how you like it. And of course there's a but, because you were not the only girl on his bed and discovered it was also how you knew that maybe, loving him was not the fairytale you were writing on your head.

You finished your birthday later that night in your bed with him on it, after dinner with your friends who hate him. The both of you were crying because of how much you missed each other and you told him how toxic this thing among you is and he accepted it and after that he made love to you while you were saying sweet words to each other. Deep down inside you, you knew that maybe the next week you would fight again and the circle would start its cycle again.

And you were right, but the circle starts again two weeks after and that's how you end up straight back to war in this room that feels hot as hell again.

“More, please, more” you cry, begging him to not separate his mouth from your nipple.

“I know you like that, baby” He sucks it while he circles on it with his tongue. You are sure you can see stars right now by the way he is sucking your favorite spots. A loud moan strangles your throat, motivating him to do it again. “I want to fuck you every day, for the rest of my life.”

Your heart aches, not with joy, it is pain that overwhelms it because you know it's not gonna happen. The lust of the moment is clouding his mind, he said things like that everytime he is fucking you and makes you wonder if he told the same to other girls. He makes you feel so good but also so gloomy.

He inserts two fingers on you while he is still sucking your tit so you don’t notice it until your pussy starts pulsing. He knows that you like when he curls his fingers inside you and that you love it when he adds another one. You feel how he is caressing your walls, scissoring with his fingers. He is looking at you with his eyes full of stars but at the same time you can find anything there, they are like two blackholes where you can get lost. The touch of his fingertips feels like silk but they hurt you.

You miss when you didn’t doubt his caress. When his kisses felt real and his words tasted like true.

Jeongguk starts kissing your neck, you could feel tiny bites between kisses, he likes to leave you little reminders that he is still there. Your fingers get lost on his black hair until his kisses reach your lips, your caresses travel the skin of the back of his neck and his shoulders. His skin is so soft, you love the little moles scattered over his arms and back, finding new ones is a challenge you love to do.

“I’m gonna fucks you so well, my love,” he whisper in your ear before entering you. At the start he was over you, with his forehead on yours, taking your hips with his big and soft and masculine hands that you love so much. You were feel like crying because: why this can’t be more than something that’s fucking you up? And then, he lies down guiding you to get on top of him. A guttural moan from both of you resonates in the bedroom, you love being on top because you love how powerful you feel, like if you can control what happens when both of you leave the room, and he loves having you there because you look amazing above him. Also, the way you move your hips drives him insane.

Your tits are bouncing while you move in circles with the help of his hands on your hips. He is so close to the edge so you do. Both of you know that you are not synchronized like that with other people; that even if in the morning it feels like a war field wherever you are near, at night it could feel like Heaven, filled with laughs and love.

Even if you are not sure what this thing between you is, you know that is an inexplicable feeling, it’s a thing that none of you could find somewhere else. It’s love, it’s understanding, it’s sympathy, desire. It’s everything someone can look forward to in a relationship. Even if it is with the wrong person.

You can’t understand what is missing in your chemistry, the missing element to make you work.

Jeongguk comes aggressively all over your stomach while your juices slide over his thighs, your ragged breaths are mixed with the background song. Connexion by Zayn Malik, it was your playlist. It will be another song that will remind you of him.

With the night lights behind you and the smell of the uncertainty, he puts his head on your chest, enjoying the uncontrollable sound of your heart.

This is not healthy but you can’t get enough. Maybe the danger is covered by the love you know that exists in this war. None of you is gonna win it, maybe no one will come out alive.

“Jeongguk?” He hums in response. “Did you see a future between us?”

“Babe, we are our past, present and future. You are everything I want to know.”

In another time, that answer could blow up your heart but, right now, your eyes are shining with tears.

“But, you see a future where I am…” you doubted before speaking again, “where we live together and let everyone know that…I don’t know, about to get married.” A graceless laugh comes out of your throat. After all these years, you are not sure if you still want this with him.

When you talked about having a relationship and let the world know about it, you knew what could go wrong. The problems with the companys, a lot of people talking shit, dead threats, fans making big scandals, boycotting the groups you are part of; none of you want to damage your members. Eventually, a relationship stopped being a topic, even if you dream of having a label with him. To tell your friends and family that he is your boyfriend, matching clothes, celebrate anniversaries, planning a goal for the future.

At first, having his attention was okay. You were obsessed with him and you know he was too. But now? You don’t even know what he wants from you.

He sighs before answering.

“You look so beautiful in white.”

A broken moan slips from your trembling lips. You are used to his vague answers.

“Jeongguk, I’m so fucking tired of this.” He tenses, maybe because he knows the lead this conversation could take. “I want to get married and have kids and all that sappy shit.” You can’t stop the tears from escaping.

The kisses that minutes ago tasted like a goodbye. Maybe they were tasting like that for years, but when that taste can kill you?

“I don’t want to lose you.” After a minute that feels like ten, that's everything he could say to you. He hugs you like if he’s scared you could disappear.

A bittersweet laugh resonates in the room at the same time, your heart breaks a little bit more. You don’t want that either but you are not sure of anything right now. You could feel his tears falling on your chest, making a way on your left boob before landing somewhere on your skin. You could feel everything he doesn’t want to tell you. You know he is not a bad boy. You know he is also scared. You know he loves you, too. But you are not sure if it’s enough to make you stay.

So after he falls asleep, you leave the bed, put your clothes back, take your things and leave the hotel room who is a witness of your empty promises, where you swear you would never see again. Tonight, you leave all your love behind when you close the door, hoping this is no longer an empty promise.

You experienced all your first time with him and this is another first time that he gave you: for the first time, you don’t look back, expecting a reaction from him.

The new beginnings could happen at three in the morning too.

soooo yeah, that was it? I want to know what you think pls!! Also Srsly I wrote better in spanish just lemme learn the grammar better😭

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chacolachao · 1 month ago

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what are your thoughts on Amy Rose throughout the franchises history and how a possible year of Amy in 2027 could or should, revitalize her as a character.

Amy Rose was my absolute favorite character (besides Sonic ofc) and I would unironically roleplay as her chasing my friends around in groups of 3 ie. Sonic Heroes in Elementary school haha

This is going to be long~~~

She was my favorite pink powerhouse that my little child brain latched onto like a lifeline. She actually fell right in line with other characters I loved around the same time and would eventually know, both in presentation and personality:

Perhaps this was of its time but there was something very appealing of a cute girly character having a strong personality to me, and was prevalent in a lot of Japanese media at the time. Of course, it wasnt apparent that Amy was a character that filled the "is girl" role because I was introduced to her alongside other characters like Rouge and Cream. The ratio was still abysmal but thats a far concept for someone still in single digits age. Amy's attire, outside of her original classic look had a very 60s Go-Go boots in a halter sunskirt look, along with gold bangles that are a bit reminiscent of Nana's eclectic styling- it was very unapologetic in the space it takes up and leaned into a streamlined coloring that could fit with Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles well. She definitely fit in as a part of the group visually. She, of course, gets lambasted for being so over the top in love with Sonic, making it her main motivation in a lot of the games but I don't think it really needed to be that complex. Looking at Sonic, his whole motivation is literally going where the wind takes him and winds up helping people along the way. They utilized Amy the same way, having being around Sonic be her motivation and using it to get her into situations where her personality, drive, and spirit can shine- helping people along the way. It definitely wasnt perfect and it wouldve been nice if they gave her more agency but she wasnt without her bright moments ie. Sonic 06, Sonic Riders. They answered this through Sonic Boom, giving her a calmer, more of an exasperated boy-wrangler role. Which, wasnt that bad to have I think, especially in the tv series. It felt refreshing to have her be more important- and it was completely ok because Sonic Boom was an AU. A different world with different versions of our characters that let people explore other aspects to these complicated personas. It was a lot of fun. The main complaint that I've seen echoed was the fear they would be rid of Amy's infatuation with Sonic, her core motivation for over 20 years- and it would then be replaced with this interesting "girlboss" personality that was blasting through Hollywood at the time.

In truth, there's nothing wrong with the "girlboss" character trope, and there is also nothing wrong with the "boy-crazy" character trope. The main issue here is that Hollywood, the entertainment powerhouse that unfortunately steamrolls through diverse pop culture and transforms other things into itself, has a problem with writing women, girls, and feminine-presenting characters as entirely one-note. Every character will be "girlboss" only, or every character will be "boy-crazy", or every character will be "Well that just happened", etc. Almost never multifaceted or unique in ways that their counterparts have the opportunity to be. That isn't to say no one else falls into these same tropes, or that there isnt such thing as a nuanced female character- just that there tends to be a trend in Blockbuster movies and how the audience deciphers (or refuses to decipher) characters aka. media literacy.

And I think we, in some way, may be afraid that Amy's character will switch from one "one-note" to another "one-note", and fans of the previous status quo will be sidelined. And maybe that will happen. I loved Sonic Frontiers because it told me that Sonic Team wanted to lean into her belief in love and fate, trying to create a new motivation for her that doesnt sacrifice her established characterization. They seem to want to explore a motivation for the motivation she had for years, and I'm here for it. I have no confidence in Sonic Movie 4's characterization of Amy and do not expect them to do something great. If they do I will be happy and go on with my day, but the movie industry in the United States revolves around one thing, and if fans are happy while they pursue that one thing, that's fantastic. But I will not be surprised if she is written in a way that follows whatever trope is popular at the time of release. Does that mean there won't be a Year of Amy in 2027? Nah, they might do it- but what kind of Amy is up in the air.

#ask #Amy Rose analysis

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