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no1mikasimp ¡ 2 days ago
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I’m from India, my parents thought having a TV created ‘bad habits’ in children so we’ve never had a Television in my household, instead me and my sister had unlimited and unsupervised internet and PC privileges since kindergarten.
Once we were trying to watch Phineas and Ferb on YouTube (we heard about it from our friends) when I was in first grade and my sister in second, in the YouTube recommendations on the side it recommended us a Princess Tutu AMV. We watched it— instantly fell in ✨ love ✨ and my sister soon found a website where we could watch the entire thing aside from YouTube (Animenova was the site’s name, it’s shutdown now)
After that watching Princess Tutu we found other anime like Mermaid Melody, Mew Mew Power, Cardcaptor Sakura and by the time I was we were in 4-5th grade we had already started watching almost anime anime we could find from comment sections and recommendation lists, it was then around the time AoT released and we watched it, then my sister found an anime called Owari no Serpah (Seraph of the End) which had the same concept as AoT but with vampires and it became our fav anime for a few long years along with stuff like Magi and Railgun through Owari no Seraph and the incredibly gay sexual tension between its two male protagonists Mika and Yuu, my sister and I found ✨ Yaoi ✨ at 10-11 years of age. I initially didn’t really like it but then by the time was 11 I was consuming that shit almost every day (started with Hybrid child, Sekaichi Hatsukoi, Junjou Romantica and Super Lovers) i wanted to consume more super lovers so I asked my sis where she read her Yaoi manga and general mangas too ofc, she recommended me our god and saviour ✨ mangago ✨ from where I proceeded to read Super Lovers and got heavily confused cuz everything was highly censored and I didn’t know what sex was (growing up in a conservative society like india does that, especially when you’re a girl watching anime since first grade and have no interest in anything else) then I read Royal Servant and found out what 🎀 sex 🎀 was.
Have never looked back since.
I only watched Death Note when u was in like 7th grade, so pretty late I guess. Mainly watched it cuz I heard there was a popular shop between L and Light.
Now, I’m turning 20 in a month and over half my life has been spent being a full time weeb, and almost my half life spent reading gay people making love and holding hands.
Never could have asked for a more perfect life.
Before anyone asks,
No, my parents still don’t know what me and my sister did with that unlimited and unsupervised internet access.
Whenever my parents see me reading Ao3 and ask what it is, I just tell them I’m reading a novel and they get so proud and like, ‘we raised you two so well.’ And give themselves a pat on their backs. They don’t know. It’s so freaking funny.
I also make my mum buy me Yaoi manga and BL novels with her money and she never says no cuz ‘reading is a good habit’
I have two entire bookshelves filled with books, one half normal stuff like Rick Riordan and stuff and the other half pure BL.
That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science
Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?
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capquinn ¡ 17 hours ago
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I can’t find the inspiration pic at the moment so I apologize! It’s drunk Quinny and he’s in a blue jacket outside with a can in his hand and he’s flexing!!
Bf Quinn taking you out for a date night after he’s been away for a week that ends with you two going to a bar not wanting the night to end and he’s opened up so much with you. So giggly and talkative because he’s so comfortable around you. You two are drunk and waiting for the Uber just messing around laughing and taking silly pics just living in the happy moment. With you he knows he’s just bf Quinn and the stress of being captain disappears when he’s with you
i know just the picture, i've got you babe <3
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Quinn had barely stepped through the door when your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him into a hug that neither of you seemed in any rush to end. His bags were forgotten at his feet, the quiet hum of the room filling with his low chuckle as you mumbled something about how long those two weeks felt. He kissed your temple, his hands settling at your waist as though they belonged there, and with a grin, suggested, “let’s go out.”
Dinner had been easy, the kind of date that didn’t need a special occasion to feel special. The restaurant was cozy, the warm glow of candlelight casting soft shadows across his face as you sat across from him. Your hands brushed occasionally on the table, small, fleeting touches that felt natural, like you were both making up for lost time. Beneath the table, his legs pressed gently against yours, the quiet pressure keeping you close, as though even that small distance was too much.
After dinner, the two of you wandered through the wet streets, Quinn’s arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you close as your steps fell in sync. The glow of streetlights shimmered on the pavement, and when a light drizzle began, he guided you toward a nearby bar, its red neon sign flickering faintly. Inside, it was dim and intimate, the kind of place that made time slip away. You sat together in a corner booth, side by side, his knee brushing yours under the table, his hand resting lightly on your thigh. Conversation flowed easily, laughter spilling between you as though the weeks apart had never happened.
Eventually, the two of you stepped back out into the night, the air cool against your cheeks as the muffled hum of music and chatter faded behind you. Quinn’s hand found yours instinctively, like it always did, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as the two of you lingered on the sidewalk. A small smile tugged at his lips as he turned to look at you, the faint glow of the streetlights catching in his eyes.
“You’re glowing,” he said, his voice warm, laced with a teasing edge that didn’t quite hide the softness in his eyes. His thumb brushed tenderly across your cheek, his hand cradling your face like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You laughed, the sound light as you leaned into his touch, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. “That’s just the wine,” you said, a playful lilt in your voice.
“Not a chance,” Quinn countered, a grin tugging at his lips as he gently pulled you closer, his arm slipping around your shoulders with an ease that spoke of how perfectly you fit there. His touch was steady, grounding, the kind that made everything else fall away. “It’s because I’m back, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Oh, absolutely,” you said, your voice dripping with mock seriousness. “My life is so dull without you here to keep things interesting.”
Quinn smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, his arm still snug around your shoulders. “Someone’s gotta make you smile,” he said, his voice warm and teasing, though his eyes were softer than his tone. “Might as well be me.”
You laughed, the sound bubbling up as you reached for his hand resting on your shoulder, taking it in your own. Without thinking, you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, a simple, familiar gesture, like second nature. 
“Lucky me, huh?” you said, your voice light and teasing, though the warmth in your eyes gave you away.
“Yeah, lucky you,” he quipped, pulling you a little closer. “You’re dating a guy who can make you laugh and destroy you in Mario Kart.��
You snorted, rolling your eyes. “You haven’t beaten me in weeks, and you know it.”
“Excuse me, I was on the road for two weeks,” he shot back, his voice full of mock indignation, though his grin didn’t falter. “Kinda hard to win when I’m stuck with hotel Wi-Fi.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you have that excuse this time.”
Quinn’s chuckle softened, his hand brushing over yours in a way that made the world around you blur for a moment. His tone shifted, quiet and warm.
“I missed this,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing that mattered. “Just being with you. Talking and laughing.”
His words melted away the playful edge between you, leaving something softer in its place. You felt the warmth of his voice settle deep in your chest, filling the space his absence had left.
“I missed it too,” you said softly, your teasing gone as you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 
The past couple of weeks without him had passed like they always did—moments of missing him softened by the rhythm you’d learned to live with. It was part of the deal, part of loving him. But even with the phone calls, the messages, and all the little ways you tried to bridge the distance, it still felt long. Nothing could compare to the warmth of his touch, the weight of his arm around your shoulders, or the way his smile stretched just a little wider when he caught your eye.
Now, being here with him again, under the soft glow of the streetlights, his hand in yours and his laughter still echoing in your ears, you didn’t want this night to end. His fingers traced gentle patterns over your knuckles, and the warmth between you felt like its own kind of magic, wrapping around you in the cool night air. Moments like this, so simple yet so full of him, made every stretch apart worth it.
Quinn was talking about something — a story from the road, maybe, or a ridiculous conversation with Jack — but you weren’t really listening. Instead, your focus drifted, caught entirely on him.
The way the golden light from the street lamps caught in his hair, messy in a way that suited him perfectly. The way his eyes sparkled, his expression animated as he gestured lightly with his free hand. The faint flush on his cheeks from the drinks and the easy happiness of the night. 
You couldn’t stop staring. It wasn’t just how handsome he looked — though he absolutely did — it was the comfort he radiated, the way his laugh carried through the night air and made everything else feel distant, unimportant. You missed this. Missed him.
“You’re staring,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking through your thoughts, his tone half teasing but warm, too.
You blinked, caught, but couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. 
“Maybe I am,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Quinn glanced down at you, his own smile spreading into something tender, quiet. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just held your gaze like he could read every unspoken thought in your head. Then, with a slight shrug and a squeeze of your hand, he turned his attention back to whatever story he’d been telling, picking it up right where he left off, as if you hadn’t just laid your heart bare in three words.
As Quinn’s story trailed on, his voice lilting with the playful exaggeration he used when he wanted to make you laugh, you couldn’t stop watching him. The way his lips curved when he grinned, the slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes when he got too into his own joke — it was all so distinctly him.
The two of you walked past a storefront with a vibrant red trim, its window illuminated under the light of the streetlamp. It cast a warm hue on the sidewalk, making everything feel cosier than it should on a cool night like this. You stopped abruptly, tugging lightly on his hand.
“Wait,” you said, a grin already tugging at your lips.
Quinn turned to you, his expression curious as you gestured to the spot in front of the window. “What’s up?”
“Stand there for a second,” you said, already fishing your phone out of your bag.
Quinn stepped into place without hesitation, his brow lifting slightly as he watched you hold up your phone. He didn’t ask why, didn’t question the sudden request, just followed your lead with the quiet ease that came so naturally to him. His hands slipped into the pockets of his jacket, his posture relaxed as his gaze stayed fixed on you, waiting for whatever came next.
You stepped back, angling your phone to frame him just right, the soft glow of the storefront behind him casting the perfect light. He tilted his head slightly, curious but patient, before breaking the silence.
“What’s this about?” he asked, his voice warm and low, though his lips were already twitching into a smile.
“I want a picture,” you said simply, your grin widening as you gestured for him to stay still.
He let out a soft chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. But he didn’t argue, didn’t move — just stayed right there, waiting for your next instruction like he couldn’t help but indulge you.
“Say ‘cheese,’” you instructed, tilting your head as you focused the shot, full of affection.
Quinn’s lips quirked into an easy grin, and he gave you his best boyish grin, his dimples peeking through just enough to make your chest feel too full. And as you pressed the shutter, you couldn’t help but wonder if he even realised just how captivating he looked in moments like this.
“Perfect,” you said, biting back a smile as you lowered the phone to look at him. Then, with a playful tilt of your head, you added, “Now… do something fun.”
Quinn blinked, his eyebrows lifting in mild confusion before his smirk slowly returned. “Something fun?” he echoed, his tone teasing.
“Yes, fun,” you said, gesturing dramatically with your hand like a director calling the shots. “Come on, make it a good one.”
He stood there for a moment, staring at you as if debating whether he should go big or bigger, the corners of his mouth twitching with barely contained laughter. Then, without warning, he squared his shoulders, planted his feet, and threw both arms into an absurdly exaggerated bodybuilder pose. He flexed with mock intensity, his head tilting back as though he were soaking in the roar of an imaginary crowd, and then, to top it off, a boyish giggle bubbled out of him — unrestrained, carefree, and completely contagious.
The sheer ridiculousness of it sent you into hysterics, your laughter spilling out so hard and fast you could barely keep hold of your phone. He held the pose a beat longer, grinning like he’d just nailed the performance of a lifetime, his giggles mixing with yours.
“Oh my God, Quinn!” you gasped, laughter tumbling out of you uncontrollably. 
It was the kind of laugh that stole your breath, leaving your stomach aching and your cheeks flushed from the sheer joy of it. You doubled over slightly, one hand braced on your knee, the other clutching your phone as you struggled to catch even a shred of composure.
Quinn’s own laughter echoed yours as he crossed the space between you in just a few easy strides. 
“You’re completely gone,” he teased, his voice low and warm, but his expression was nothing short of radiant, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered delight.
He slid his arms around your waist, drawing you into him as the last of your laughter spilled out in breathless, silent waves. Your face was flushed from the sheer joy of the moment, your chest still shaking faintly with the remnants of giddiness. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, his eyes shining with an affection so easy and warm it made you dizzy.
His forehead dipped to yours, brushing softly, and the curve of his mouth pressed to yours in the gentlest touch — quick, fleeting, like a secret passed between you. It wasn’t meant to last, and it didn’t; the moment dissolved into fresh laughter, both of you giggling like kids, noses bumping as his hands pressed firmly against the small of your back, keeping you steady even as you leaned into him.
“Ridiculous,” he murmured against your cheek, his voice low and shaking with amusement. But there was something in the way he said it — so full of fondness and unspoken adoration — that it made your chest ache in the best way.
You turned your face into him, your mouth brushing over his in a barely-there motion before deepening, slower and softer, the shift between you easy and seamless. His hands slid upward, fingers tangling gently in your hair, his touch steady and deliberate, holding you as if to tell you he wasn’t going anywhere. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands resting against his shoulders before sliding up, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him closer.
There was no rush, no frantic urgency — just the quiet, natural rhythm of your lips meeting his, the faint hum of his contented sigh brushing against your mouth. His shoulders eased beneath your touch, the tension melting away as though your closeness was the only thing keeping him grounded. And still, even in the tenderness of the moment, the faint trace of a smile lingered at the edges of his mouth, something you could feel as much as you could sense.
You melted into him, the rest of the world fading into the soft glow of the streetlights overhead. The night seemed to hold its breath around you, wrapping the two of you in a stillness that felt sacred, like this moment was meant to exist outside of time. Everything about it — his touch, his warmth, the way his arms held you like you were the only thing that mattered — felt quiet and perfect, a kind of magic that only belonged to you both.
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jlle-marie ¡ 2 days ago
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here’s a part of my underground!levi x reader fic i’m working on (part one should be posted soon btw) but i needed to share this little extract which deserves its own post <3
(it’s a long fic called "I'll meet you under blue sky" about meeting levi in the underground city before he joins the scouts and where you once lived above the ground) this scene comes later in the story and can be understood on its own. angsty fic but this part is just fluff, so enjoy! wc: 1k
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When Levi walks through the door of your home, his ODM gear still firmly attached to his body, you can't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. A glint of mischief passes through your eyes as you watch him.
“So you're a soldier now, huh?” you decide to tease him today, a faint smile on your lips.
He fixes you with his usual impassive gaze, but there's a hint of reaction in his eyes, something almost imperceptible. “Not exactly, it’s just useful here,” he replies dryly, “So you do know this,” he states calmly, his deep voice hinting at an interest he rarely shows.
Your smile widens for a moment. “Of course I know, it's the military's gear. But... you, on the other hand, aren't supposed to know,” you reply, questioning him with your eyes, suddenly intrigued.
Levi walks into the room, approaching the table where you're standing. He raises an eyebrow, a look of challenge on his face. “I know more than you think,” he replies.
You feel your heart beating faster, your curiosity piqued. “I don't doubt it,”  you murmur as you stare at him, a mixture of admiration and questioning in your eyes. The idea that he could have access to something so rare and dangerous fascinates you.
“Do you want to know how it works?” he asks, without really expecting an answer, his hands already starting to undo the straps.
“Are you going to give me a lesson, soldier?” a smile lights up your face as you joke again.
A slight sneer grazes Levi’s lips, almost against his will. “Let’s say it's my turn to teach you something”.
You've never touched this stuff in your life, so you put on the gear, trying to figure out where each strap fits. Levi watches carefully as you try to adjust to the equipment, his gaze settling on your clumsy movements.
“Don't rush it,” he says, pointing to the too-loose strap hanging over your chest. “This thing needs a good fit.”
You look up at him, a little embarrassed, but he seems relaxed, almost calm in his role. Without a word, he takes the strap from your hands and begins to adjust it for you, his movements confident and precise. He adjusts the strap around your chest, tightening slightly so that it's comfortable, but not too much pressure.
“Of course…” you say, trying to hide the slight tremor in your voice as he moves closer to adjust the straps around you. He's taking care of every detail, and you feel almost embarrassed to be so incompetent in this area.
Despite his impassive expression, Levi feels his heart beating a little too fast for his liking. Every move he makes to adjust the equipment brings him closer to you, and he does his best to keep calm.
His eyes roam over the gear now suitably installed on your body before he steps forward to stand behind you . “Here, I'll show you how it works,” he begins to explain.
Behind you, his body almost pressed against your back, he's so close you can feel the warmth of his presence. It's almost strange, this light touch, and you force yourself to ignore the heat that invades your face. He speaks in a low voice, his breath occasionally grazing the back of your neck.
“Here, place one hand on either side…” He raises an arm and points to the handles on the belt of the gear. “Yes, like that…” He seems to be concentrating, but you sense a certain tension in his movements, as if he too were not completely at ease.
“It has to be stable... If you're comfortable... it's easier to control.”
You try to understand everything he's saying, but the way he's moving around you, his precise, methodical gestures, throw you off balance. You nod, but your voice betrays you, hesitant. “Erm... I think…”
Levi tilts his head, “What? I thought you wanted to try out the gear properly, didn't you?” he says, deliberately choosing to tease you, pretending not to notice your little reaction.
He gets a soft laugh from you in response and feels a little satisfaction, continuing to guide you slowly so that you fully understand how to do it.
“Here the kind of cylinders at the back,” Levi explains, his hands moving to show you the gas trigger that's attached to the belt around your hips. “When you want to pull a grapple cable, you have to hold the controller here,” he says, pointing to the mechanism on the belt.
Levi places his hand on your waist to steady your grip, “It's just like when you showed me how to hold a pencil to write,” he mutters, his fingers hovering close to your skin.
His words pull a small from you though the faint brush of his touch sends a shiver through you. You try not to pay attention, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Levi inhales slowly, as if to remind himself that he's in control. “Don't move so much,” he murmurs when he feels the slight tremors of your body against his chest as you laugh once more.
But the warmth of your back against him, the way your movements disturb him slightly... he can't help wondering if you feel it too. He sighs slightly without meaning to, but he can't help feeling a little... lost.
With the feeling of his breath fanning over your neck, a sudden and unwanted thought creeps in—what would it feel like if his lips brushed your skin? If he pressed them, just lightly— You shift abruptly, trying to shake off the embarrassing thought by adjusting the equipment. With a sudden movement your hands slip, sending part of the gear clattering to the ground.
This creates a metallic noise that makes you jump. “Sorry!” You scramble to pick up the fallen pieces, the feeling of embarrassment overwhelming you even more.
Levi sighs softly, “It's all right.” He leans over to help you put things back. 
“It's just…” Levi hesitates for a moment, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he looks away. “The gear's easier to wear if you don't panic.”
You try to regain your composure, even though his relaxed demeanor only accentuates your unease. For the first time, you realize how unapproachable and calm he seems to you, while you can't even hold the gear properly.
“It's just that it's so heavy…” you murmur, trying to hide your embarrassment with an explanation that's only half true.
Levi nods, a slight smile on his face, as if he finds the situation a little funny, but he doesn't say anything more. He just looks at you, his presence surprisingly reassuring despite your obvious awkwardness.
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beef-brisket ¡ 1 day ago
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Vox sat in front of his giant screens, glaring at his feed of the hotel. His little security system allowed him to see in every room and every corner. Except the bedrooms.
But he did see how often Adam and Lucifer would sneak off to one of their bedrooms or a utility cupboard, surprisingly.
He had a plan. But he needed to get Adam alone, which is difficult on its own. But not impossible.
He could easily get a meeting with Charlie, but both her dad, Adam and that guard dog angel she fucks will be there. And that's three people too many.
But. He has an idea of who would be interested in getting Adam to stay away. Permanently. He saw everything between him and Lute. He loved Adam flexing his power muscle, especially when it's not him he's using it on.
Lute was walking back to the hotel, groceries in hand. She's been pretty silent since everything went down, even more silent than usual. Adam even apologized. But she didn't care. The damage was done. She couldn't trust him anymore, not that she did in the first place.
She walked past a few store fronts with numerous amounts of tvs in the window. She didn't catch the red eyes watching her.
Vox: I have a proposition for you.
Lute stopped and looked at one of tvs.
Lute: ...Me?
Vox: Yeah, babe. I'm looking to get Adam out of your hair. Permanently~. But I need some inside help, seeing as my last lack died and fucked off to Heaven.
Lute glared. This shit was risky, going against Adam.
Lute: Why? What do you want to kill Adam-.
Vix: Whoa, whoa! No one said kill! Who said that?! Not me~. I just want him to be my little bitch, maybe sit on my lap while I watch my cameras, blow me under my desk while I film my talk show! I want him under my control! And he's not the only one with new powers~.
Lute winced as Vox's right eye flashed red with a hypnotizing pattern. She quickly looked away, but it was over before he did any real damage. He didn't want her.
Vox: So. What do you say? You'll have Adam out of your hair. He won't need his contracts when he's my cum slut!
Lute rolled her eyes as he started laughing.
Luts: Shut up! ...fine, I'll do it. On one condition.
Vox: Mm? And that is?
Lute: If your dumbass gets caught, you're not to mention my name, involvement, or this conversation. That includes any future conversations as well. Got it?
Vox smiled, he hasn't felt thos giddy since he had that one hour with Adam.
Vox: Oh, I've got it~.
Lowkey want an au where Adam has Alastors' powers.
The tentacles
The eyes
The changing size
The shadows
The sass
The deal making
Him owning Husk and Nifty
The musical numbers
The radio control
The tentacles- have I mentioned that before?
The rivalry with Lucifer
Maybe he replaces Alastor entirely. No Alastor. Only Adam. It's always been Adam.
Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.
Only Adam lol This is good! His Husk and Nifty could be Lute and Peter.
He doesn't have to smile all the time does he?
Yessss, and he plays rock instead of jazz lol And yes of course there is a rivalry lol
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evanpercy ¡ 2 days ago
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The Couch in S8 and how it will tie to buddie canon, a 9-1-1 analysis
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First of all, I'd like to say that this theory is based solely on observations made by myself and others, on camera and lighting choices which, as we all know, are always very important in a TV show. I'm NOT going to go back over the previous couch theory, 1. because I don't have the time and 2. because everything has already been said (Buck falling asleep on Eddie's couch because it's the only place he feels safe, Chris falling asleep in the same place, yada yada).
Next, this theory is going to be pretty much chronological, but I may be getting a little ahead of myself at times, sorry. In the end, you'll see, it makes sense, but I'm also going to ask you for a bit of imagination.
Let's dive into it!
Everything begins in 8x01. We get a scene between Buck, Tommy and Eddie, who are organizing a birthday party for Chris over a facecall. Eddie's couch makes its first appearance this season: Eddie sits on it to call Chris, and Buck and Tommy hide behind it.
Buck and Tommy share a moment. It's cute to see Buck so comfortable in his relationship and his attraction. Well, Tommy is awkward but, are you surprised? (no) As Eddie starts the call, Buck and Tommy jump from behind the couch and we get the first frame interesting enough for this analysis.
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What can we say? Eddie is alone on the couch, Buck on his left and Tommy on his right.
(Eddie is once again between Buck and Tommy. In all their scenes together, there's always someone in between the other two. That's not the point here but I love to point it out.)
Buck isn't with Eddie, he's standing behind the couch. It's acting like a physical separation. Buck can only watch Eddie's pain from a distance as the call goes on, and he is useless. Powerless.
That will be the case throughout the early part of this season.
Buck doesn't do anything about Chris and Eddie.
Eddie doesn't talk to Buck about Chris at all. They don't share a single scene alone in the privacy of one of their homes. There's always someone with them - Tommy, the rest of the crew - or they're at the station. Eddie will talk about Chris to Hen, Bobby, the cheerleader's father, Father Brian, even Brad in 8x08. NEVER Buck.
There's also something interesting about the fact that Eddie and Buck don't really talk to each other until Tommy breaks up with Buck.
It's probably not conscious, but I really think Buck is actually distracted by Tommy. He's in this new relationship, it's good, it's cute, it's really different from what he's used to.
We'll see that this will eventually go away...
(A quick interlude: Of course this isn't the first time we've seen 3 people with the couch. It also happened with Buck, Eddie and Chris in S3 - yeah, when couch theory wasn't even a thing. They're on Buck's couch though, but I'm planting a seed in your mind, watch out...)
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Next time, it's not Eddie's couch we're talking about, but Buck's. It appears in 8x05, when Buck is sitting in his armchair after returning from the hospital and Tommy is looking after him. There's a lot to say in this scene, but I'm going to focus on one or two things.
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Do I even need to say it? Episode 5 was shot after episode 6. I can't stressed out how much it's hit after hit to show us that Buck and Tommy are not staying together (and indeed, Tommy breaks up in 8x06). I imagine the writers ran with the opportunity to show just how incompatible and how physically separated Buck and Tommy are, as well as drawing many parallels between Tommy and Eddie. Maybe I'll talk about that someday.
In this frame, Buck and Tommy are separated. Buck is sleeping in the armchair and Tommy on the couch. I know it's better to sleep in a sitting position when you've dislocated a shoulder, but they could have had Buck sleeping in his bed, snug in his pillows, Tommy next to him.
They didn't.
They made Tommy sleep on the couch. Buck's uncomfortable couch. The one I think he bought with Natalia (if I'm wrong, please don't hate me, season 6 is far in the back of my mind).
See, Tommy doesn't even fit properly on the couch. He's got his head on the armrest and he doesn't have a blanket that covers him completely. He doesn't fit into Buck's life, no matter how hard he tries. He's always out of place.
He chooses the couch Buck doesn't like, and he'll be the only one in this season so far to use it. Buck will never choose this couch, even if he thinks it's the right choice.
(By the way, Oliver said in an interview literally released before episode 8 that Buck's couch is uncomfortable.... Thanks for that, I know you're a couch theory truther Oliver.)
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Next couch, 8x06. Eddie's Risky Business moment.
He dances in his living room and jumps on his couch twice. The first time to recreate the scene. The second time, he chooses to lie down on the couch to bask in the euphoria a little longer. Eddie has his first moment of pure joy in years, and it's on the couch that he decides to settle down and calm down. Not saying too much about it but I wanted to point it out.
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Where it gets interesting, you know it, is when Buck arrives. Buck, who's just been dumped and once again chooses Eddie's house for a little comfort. He hands Eddie a beer and sits down first on the couch to drink his own.
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Let's take a look at this last frame. The framing ticked me off as soon as I saw it, but I couldn't put my finger on why. Now, I know.
Eddie and Buck are sitting side by side, yes, but! If you pay close attention, you can see several things.
First, Buck appears completely in the frame, from shoulder to shoulder. He takes up most of the space, sitting upright on the couch, staring straight ahead.
On the other side, Eddie leans against the backrest, but in doing so, he moves out of frame. The arm and hand holding the beer are totally offscreen. He's looking to the side, not at Buck.
It's already a weird composition, a very pointed choice, because why aren't they both clearly visible in the frame? Why is Eddie a little off the side? This could have been filmed in a slightly less close-up shot, to show them both fully, but it's not. It's clearly a choice.
Let me direct your attention to the wall behind them. You'll see, it's interesting.
Between them, but rather on Eddie's side, what can we see? A picture. Yeah, but not a random one. You can see it more clearly on this frame of Eddie.
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Yep. It's an art of Texas. Quite ugly if you ask me. (Eddie, you're clearly making some strange choices when it comes to decorating.)
I won't try to analyze this framework any further, as you've already understood what I'm getting at if you've been paying attention.
It's a foreshadowing of Eddie leaving for Texas.
So we got Eddie leaning away from Buck, a Texas pic on the wall between them, while Buck is just here, choosing Eddie's couch (and Eddie) for comfort after his breakup. It's where he feels safe. They don't need to talk, they have each other... or so he thinks. Sorry Buck.
Let's move on to 8x08. Where it all makes sense.
Very quickly: Eddie isn't making his call to Chris on the couch, but on his coffee table. First, what the hell? It's weird, unless you think he considers the couch a nice place to sit on, and that this conversation will be far from nice in his head. Indeed, he was right.
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Buck shows up at Eddie's after baking way too much bread, because he almost called Tommy. By the way, the mere fact that he decided to go to Eddie's to stop himself from doing so speaks volumes, but let's not get into that.
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(Look at his little basket, his bread all wrapped up. Why are you like that Buck.)
When he realizes that Eddie is seriously thinking of moving to El Paso... well, he supports him. He supports him, because that's what a best friend is supposed to do, right? He suggests to Eddie, and I quote, “we should move this party to the couch”.
By the way, this is the first time he's explicitly brought the couch to Eddie. And we know that when a character mentions something for the first time, it's to emphasize it.
It's the same with Eddie saying he's straight… or when he says “we?” after Buck's suggestion. They are in this together, and it's what Eddie realizes when Buck goes to sit on the couch... He doesn't have to do all that alone. (Take that little side analysis, my treat. I fucking love this scene, I want to dissect it.)
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Buck sits on this couch he's chosen many times over the years.
It's THE couch, the one he always goes to when something is not right in his life. After he died, when he couldn't sleep at home. After his breakup.
He's the first to sit on it ... yes, just like in 8x06.
(This may seem trivial, of course, but the fact that he always chooses to go without waiting for Eddie... Imo, it screams “Buck will figure it all out first and Eddie will have to catch up with him later”. Or "Buck will be waiting for Eddie". Same with him already drinking his beer while Eddie struggles to open it. Maybe a bit far-fetched, but eh? Anyway.)
The setting of the scene is so cold, and I didn't realize it until I compared it with the other scenes on the couch. This creates quite a contrast.
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(Sorry I need to talk about something. Let's open a analysis in the analysis.
Buck is dressed in blue - it's Eddie's color in the color theory - while Eddie is dressed in a brownish button down. When I first watched this scene last night, I didn't notice, but looking again… Don't these outfits remind you of anything?
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Yeah. I know, they're not the same, but they're similar and it's enough for me to make the parallel. Buck was there for Eddie when Chris left, and he's now here for him when Eddie wants to move to Texas.
Something about "I love you, so I'm letting you go". I'm crying too, don't worry.)
Back to the couch.
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Eddie is totally off-screen, he's gone compared to the last time we saw the couch. Buck is alone, something shifts on his face - I'm not gonna lie, it was like watching a fanfic from AO3 on my screen. I've read enough feelings realization to recognize something close. Okay, to be fair, I don't know if it's a total realization of his feelings, but it's a start... and how beautiful that it's happening on Eddie's couch.
The couch represents safety, love, family for Buck. We understood it in s6 when it was first brought up.
By sitting on it, Buck chooses this life with Eddie, in a way.
Can you see the frame with the Texas pic? It's now completely visible, in the frame. It's behind Buck, over his shoulder. Eddie's departure, and by extension Texas, will haunt Buck for a long time to come.
I have to say, this shot is incredible. The whole scene is. I want to play it again and again, I want it tattooed on my eyelids. I'm gonna think about it for 3 months.
In a few episodes, we've gone from Buck behind the couch - away from Eddie's problems, distracted by Tommy - to Buck on the couch, alone - totally there and available for Eddie, even though Eddie soon won't be.
After the breakup, Buck can finally talk to Eddie, care about him - not that he didn't before that, but he's finally free to throw himself back into his relationship with his best friend as before.
Buck has found his home, his couch, the relationship he's most comfortable in, but maybe it's only now, when Eddie's about to leave, that he realizes it.
The couch was never about Eddie - it was always about Buck and his relationship with him. So it's even more powerful to see him behind it in 8x01, on it with Eddie in 8x06 and finally all alone in 8x08.
(I didn't know Oliver confirmed the symbolism of the couch back in S6 but, once again, thank you Oliver.)
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(Even if Tim Minear tries to say he doesn't know what it means... Please Tim, we know you're smarter than that).
So what can we expect from this couch for the rest of the season?
If Eddie is really leaving, which I don't believe, he might offer Buck his couch. If the couch is how Buck will realize that he has feelings for Eddie, I'm going to send a gift to everyone who's believed this theory since it first appeared. You're the real ones in this fandom.
If Eddie stays, I think we'll be getting more scenes with the couch. We could go from 3-2-1 to 1-2-3. Stay with me, and grab your imagination. We're going full in theory mode.
1 - Maybe we could have another scene, this time with Eddie alone on his couch? I could see this happening when he's packing, Buck not far away, and Eddie starts to wonder if this is really the right thing to do as his gaze lingers on Buck for a moment too long.
2 - We need two people on that couch again. I'm a big "Buddie first kiss in Eddie's kitchen" truther, but it could also happen on the couch.
Or they could have a big conversation together on it, that will eventually lead them to confess their feelings to each other later on. Maybe that's when Eddie decides to fight to get his son back, to not move in Texas? To confront his parents?
That's two scenes on the couch, two scenes where they don't really talk, even though the couch is an invitation to do so. I'd find it extremely interesting if their first real serious conversation this season took place here.
3 - Finally, we could go from Buck, Eddie and Tommy to something much better for a 3-characters scene on the couch, a configuration we've seen before: Buck, Chris and Eddie. It could even be the last scene of the season, and that wouldn't surprise me at all!
Just imagine: Buck and Eddie have confessed their feelings to each other, maybe Chris knows, maybe not. The three of them end up on this famous couch. Chris is in the middle, and Buck and Eddie look at each other over him, a smile on their lips.
Everything is fine, they've survived the end of the season disaster, Chris is back, they've finally found each other after years...
What an incredible parallel this would make with the beginning of the season! Where Buck was with Tommy, Chris away from his dad, Eddie depressed...
There, they could finally be happy on the damn couch. I have a very clear vision of this scene and I hope they make it a reality. We need our little Buckley-Diaz family together again. With buddie canon of course.
That's it, you've reached the end of this analysis-theory. I hope you enjoyed it. It took me 3 hours to write and I got lost in other theories, but hey! I had fun.
We're entering a 3-month hiatus so let's try to be kind to each other! Let's share our theories, fanarts, fanfics and edits to make this break a little more enjoyable!
If you want to give your opinion on this theory, you're free to do so here in the comments, or on twitter and bluesky (in both cases, I'm there under @/yamatomee).
Self promo mode, I write fanfics that you can find on AO3 under the username Beezethe! I have one coda about the buddie scene in 8x08, pure angst with no comfort... Feel free to give it a read!
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narcissosbythepool ¡ 12 hours ago
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John didn't think he'd ever feel this way again.
His life has been a tapestry of almosts and ones-who-got-aways. At some point he just accepted that what he wanted was just out of reach. He would marry himself to the job and be done with it, think about it again if he survived until retirement. Surely there were people who would find a veteran interesting. Alluring. Hot even.
Love is a chore – a necessary evil, something he tries to bury and procrastinate but every now and then it peeks its curious head out and leads him right into trouble. By now he knows to expect it, to feel fondness spill over the floor like sunlight through curtains, and staunchly ignore it even when it lingers.
He doesn't expect Kyle.
He tries not to play favourites and fails miserably – Kyle's just too good to let go, and John wants to monopolise him before anyone else can. Kyle is his perfect soldier, everything he could ask for. Here it comes again – his curiousity gets the better of him again. His affection for Kyle turns him inside out and exposes him with all of his vulnerabilities.
*
The firefight is intense and before John knows it, he's on the ground, his head spinning and a pressure somewhere on the right. He's hit – but he can't tell where, just that he's not in pain, and that could be very bad news.
A figure appears on top of him and John grits his teeth, willing his body to move to grab his knife and stab whoever this fucker is—
And then he's stopped as the figure leans closer, saying something that's becoming clearer and clearer.
"Price? Boss, can you hear me?"
"Aye," John groans and Kyle sighs in relief.
"It looks like your helmet got clipped by a bullet. How are you feeling?" His brown eyes are full of worry and something in John's chest twinges at the sight.
"Fine," John replies and tries to sit up, but his strength leaves him. Kyle rushes to steady him so he doesn't hit his head and the feeling of being held in Kyle's arms is like having another concussion.
John tests his strength again, but it's not yet there, and he's acutely aware that they're running out of time. "Oh, fuck it. Advance without me, Gaz. I'll follow you when I get myself sorted."
"I'm not leaving you," Kyle says with determination and John has to admit he was hoping that Kyle would fight back.
"That's an order, Sergeant."
"And you have a concussion."
"Possibly." He can't exactly deny it, his vision blurring until it's only focused on Kyle.
"So I'm taking over."
"Since when did you get so mutinous," John mutters and Kyle gives him a brilliant smile.
"Learned from the best."
John's heart skips a beat.
Funny, he thinks, over this?
But there's no denying it. His heart beats faster, as if a hound racing towards some truth now that it has the scent of it, and something settles over him wholly and completely.
Bloody hell. Certainly a place and time to find out.
"You alright there, Boss? Stay awake with me, now."
"I'm awake," John says, and he wants to laugh. "I'm awake."
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ceaselesswatchersspecialboy ¡ 3 hours ago
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spent a good hour reading up on your Not What He Seems AU, it’s such a perfect mix of angst and whimsy! Ford waking up to find 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye is is the kind of body horror terrifying i eat up, as an avid enjoyer of time travel and its inherent tragedy.
i got a few questions, if you’ll indulge me:
- what kinds of tattoos you think Bill has gotten over the years? i think i saw some arm bands in one of your pieces, but i’d love to hear if you have any specific ideas for placements or images. if he’s doing it for the safe pain experience, i’d think there are some pretty big/detailed pieces involved? and do you think the pain helps ground him somewhat, to find and fit better in the boundaries of the body?
- in the show, Stan feels a lot of guilt for stealing his brother’s identity and he kinda thinks of himself as a fraud, an actor. do you think Bill ever feels guilty for the same? or would he just miss Ford a lot, without the Stan-specific aspect of pretending to be “the better one”?
also any fun tidbits you’ve been rotating in your head lately! it’s impressive how specifically it seems like you’ve thought out how Bill’s presence would affect the canon show events, while trying to keep them as unchanged as possible. also StanFraud is the funniest, most perfect thing I’ve ever heard!
Thank you!! I’ve always enjoyed writing horror based on human response, so Ford’s perspective is probably one of the most fascinating to me in this AU, although, all of it is fascinating and enjoyable to explore, really!
— I haven’t worked them all out yet, but I know for a fact he has a tattoo of the Cipher Wheel on his back, the arm bands as you mentioned, a hyper-realistic tattoo of his ribs where his ribs would be (if that makes sense), and eyes on the back of his hands. Honestly, I’d be open to suggestions for him! I imagine him having some more grotesque, detailed tattoos that reflect the nightmare realm as well. And yes, the pain definitely helps ground him. It also gives him a sense of control as well, in a situation where he has none.
— If he does feel guilty, it’s a complicated kind of guilt. I don’t even think he’d fully process that he’s feeling guilty. It’s this sort of gnawing feeling he can’t get rid of, and it starts the longer he gets to know Dipper and Mabel — he never really felt it before that. He absolutely misses Ford though. He can’t define that feeling either. I’ve said before that he looks at Dipper strangely, and that’s because Dipper reminds him of Ford in certain moments, eager for discovery!
He and Stan never really talk about it, but the have both acknowledged missing Ford before.
Bill’s response was vague though, not an ‘I miss him too’, but an ‘I think I do too.’ He isn’t sure what to make of that.
Bill Cipher doesn’t feel remorse, or miss people, he does everything with intention and he’s never made mistakes. Or, that’s what he’s meant to be. Maybe he has gone soft.
And Tidbits! I have a few! Not as many as usual, only because Arcane’s been taking up a bit of my brain space lately, but I hope these shall suffice anyhow:
(And quickly, thank you again, I think way too hard on all the small details and how Bill’s presence would have a knock on effect. It makes me happy to see it get noticed!)
— In the early days of Bill being trapped, Stan obviously doesn’t open the Mystery Shack, and ends up having to take a few odd jobs around town instead. He’s earned a bit of a reputation for being a decent handyman because of that, and even now, old timers of the town will still come to Stan if they need something fixing, especially cars. He complains about getting too old for it, but he never says no. Money is money! It’s also interesting to think about how the little things would impact his relationship with the townsfolk and how they view him. He’s always been Stanley to them. He’s never had to pretend otherwise.
— I’ve toyed around with making the Blind Eye a bigger threat than they are in canon, being as the kids would have no reason to look into Old Man McGucket. I’ve also toyed around with McGucket ending up slightly different to canon, his mind still broken, but his motivation different, with him being aware early on that the man he sees isn’t Ford, and is in fact the beast he fears and tried to erase from his mind. A more antagonistic Fiddleford who’s been trying to get rid of Bill for years now would actually be really fun? If I can make it work, and make the Blind Eye work in this way, I’ll lean into it! For now though, it’s just an idea I’m throwing around.
— Vague ‘episode’ idea that exists within my brain is Bill accidentally starting a mini cult again after telling some sort of lie that catches on, and it ends up being a Mabel-Bill bonding plot-line as she tries to convince him to just be honest before this whole cult thing gets taken too far. I also love the idea of Bill making a comment about this being like 1952 all over again. He makes comments like that all the time. Surely he’s just joking!
— Another vague ‘episode’ idea I have is Bill taking Dipper and Mabel to the supernatural underground market of Gravity Falls under Stan’s nose, trying to prove he’s the cooler Uncle, and that he can handle the two kids by himself. This goes about as well as you’d expect. Stan isn’t too happy to find out Bill got Dipper and Mabel in trouble, as he tried to get them to do more and more risky things.
— Bill will sometimes start speaking in Euclydian without realising, especially when it comes to cursing, and no one knows how he’s making those sounds with his mouth. Stan’s actually started picking up some of the meanings in context and can roughly gauge what Bill might be saying.
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yan-lorkai ¡ 2 days ago
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Hello! May I request a platonic yandere Alucard with a reader he turned into a vampire? I think it would be more interesting if while the reader was a human they were an enemy of the Hellsing Organization but is now stuck working for the very organization they were once against.
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.⁠。⁠*⁠♡ a/n: I love this gif of Alucard, he looks so cute 😍😍😍. Guys, look at him, he isn't cute???
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The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the Hellsing headquarters. Shadows danced along the stone walls, whispering secrets of the night. You found yourself in a peculiar situation, one that you never would have imagined: once a fierce enemy of the Hellsing Organization, you now served as its reluctant ally — an undead servant of the very forces you had once sought to destroy.
Alucard, the trump card of Hellsing, had been the one to turn you. You still recalled the moment vividly, the rush of adrenaline as you fought against him, your last human breath escaping your lips, and then the dark embrace of eternal night. It had been a brutal battle, and in the end, he had done what no one else could: he had made you like him.
You had expected death, yet you were reborn into a life of servitude, just like he was bound to serve Hellsing.
“Are you going to sulk all night, or are you going to do your job?” Alucard’s voice echoed through the dimly lit hall, pulling you from your thoughts. He stood at the doorway, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlight. His crimson eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and something darker.
At first, you had resisted your new existence. The lingering memories of your past life weighed heavily on your shoulders. Every time you caught a glimpse of your reflection, the truth stared back at you: a creature of the night, bound to the very organization you once loathed. It was a bitter irony that tasted like ash on your tongue.
It was worse when he had brought blood for you to feed on. The red liquid was divine to you, yet so wrong you could almost vomit it.
You turned to face him, crossing your arms defensively. “It’s hard to enjoy my ‘job’ when I’m the enemy-turned-lapdog of Hellsing,” you snapped, your frustration spilling over. “I was supposed to fight alongside my comrades, not be a pawn in your games.”
Alucard stepped forward, the shadows enveloping him like a cloak. “Ah, but you see, my dear,” he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, “you are no mere pawn. You are a unique creature now, a blend of our two worlds. You should embrace this. You are part of something greater than your previous life.”
“Greater?” you echoed, your voice laced with disbelief. “I’ve lost everything. My humanity, my friends… my freedom.”
With a swift movement, Alucard was in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “Freedom is an illusion, and you know it,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive. “You were never truly free before. You fought against an inevitable fate and by those hands, you would die either way.”
His proximity sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and an odd sense of safety. Alucard was undeniably powerful, but there was something else in his gaze — a twisted sense of affection, an unyielding desire to keep you close. It was as if you were a treasure he had claimed, and now he would do everything to protect his possession.
“Look around you,” he continued, gesturing with a sweeping motion. “You are surrounded by those who would have killed you without a second thought. But you have me now. You are safe.”
“Safe?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You mean under your watchful eye, ready to dispose of me at any moment if I step out of line?”
Alucard chuckled softly, an unsettling sound that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of harming you. You are mine, and I protect what is mine.”
“Great. So I’m a possession now,” you replied sarcastically, stepping back to create distance between you. “What a comforting thought.”
He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. “You misunderstand. We share a connection that transcends the bounds of life and death.”
You had lost everything you once held dear, and the notion of belonging somewhere, even in this twisted sense, was both intoxicating and terrifying.
“What does that mean for me?” you asked, your voice quieter now, vulnerability seeping through your bravado. “Am I just another soldier in your never-ending war?”
“No,” he replied firmly, his tone serious now. “You are more than that. You will learn to harness your powers, to control your hunger. In time, you will find your place within this organization, and you will become a force to be reckoned with. But first, you must accept who you are now.
A satisfied smile broke across Alucard’s face, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight. "Embrace your power, and you may find that you enjoy this new life more than you expected.”
His words lingered in the air, a heavy promise that felt both enticing and daunting. You wanted to resist, to deny the truth of your new existence, but something deep inside you stirred — an ember of hope ignited by Alucard’s conviction.
You could still have a place somewhere?
“Fine,” you finally said, meeting his gaze with newfound determination. “If I’m going to be part of this, I’ll do it on my own terms. I won’t let you — or anyone — control me.”
As he stepped back, giving you space, you felt a strange sense of belonging beginning to take root. Despite the darkness of your past and the uncertainty of your future, there was something about Alucard’s unwavering loyalty that offered a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, you could carve out a new identity within the walls of Hellsing, one that was both fierce and free.
With the moon shining down upon you, you realized that while your journey would be fraught with challenges, you were no longer alone. Alucard was there, a constant presence in your life, guiding you through the darkness, and for better or worse, he had chosen you to be part of his world.
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murphybabygirl ¡ 2 days ago
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Well that.... Should have been expected
Request from: @honeywhim
 
TW: Smut, Fem receiving oral, rough sex.
Word count:1166.
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Tommy’s hands moved with a feverish urgency, yanking the buttons of YN’s blouse apart one by one. The fabric strained and then gave way, cascading to the floor in a heap of white linen. His gaze traced the curve of her neck, down to the swell of her breasts barely contained by the lacy bra that now pressed against her skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a magnetic pull that drew him closer.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in to press a rough kiss to her collarbone. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, finally managing to release it. The garment fell away, revealing the soft, pale flesh of her breasts. Tommy’s breath hitched as he took in their perfection, the nipples already tight and pebbled from the cool air and his intense scrutiny.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, didn’t let her prepare for what was coming next. Instead, he stepped back just long enough to strip off his own shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. His muscles rippled under the dim light, shadows playing across the hard lines of his abdomen. Then, without warning, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a strength that belied his earlier state of mind.
YN let out a surprised gasp as he deposited her onto the mattress, his hands immediately returning to her body with a possessive grip. He spread her legs wide, kneeling between them as he looked down at her with a fierce intensity. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled, his eyes darkening with intent.
His hands slid down her thighs, thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh as he worked his way toward the hem of her skirt. With a swift motion, he pushed the fabric up over her hips, exposing the delicate lace of her panties. He paused for only a moment, taking in the sight before him. Her sex was already damp, a testament to how turned on she was. He could smell her arousal in the air, a heady mix of sweat and desire that made his cock twitch with anticipation.
Without further ado, Tommy hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs, leaving her completely bare before him. He tossed the scrap of fabric aside, his gaze never leaving her glistening mound. “So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against her clit.
YN shuddered at the touch, her hands flying to his shoulders as she tried to steady herself. But Tommy wasn’t interested in gentleness. He was a man on a mission, driven by lust and longing that had been building for far too long. He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it in quick, sharp bursts that had her arching off the bed in response.
His hands moved to grip her hips, holding her in place as he continued his assault on her senses. He plunged his tongue deep into her heat, exploring every inch of her velvet tunnel. She tasted sweet and tangy, like the most intoxicating wine, and he couldn’t get enough. He devoured her greedily, his mouth working in tandem with his fingers as he reached up to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger until she was panting and writhing beneath him.
“Tommy... please...” YN begged, her voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take it anymore.”
But Tommy only grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, you’ll take it,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. “You’ll take everything I give you.”
With that, he pulled back, rising to his full height as he undid his trousers. They fell to the floor in a heap, leaving him gloriously naked, his cock standing proudly erect. YN’s eyes widened as she took in its length and girth, her breath catching in her throat. It was always a shock, how much he filled her, how much he stretched her.
Tommy positioned himself between her legs, guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance. He could feel how tight she was, how she clenched around him even before he began to push inside. It was almost painful, the way she fought him, but he knew she wanted this. She needed this.
“Relax for me, love,” he whispered, his voice softening for just a moment. “Let me in.”
YN nodded, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to comply. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Tommy began to push forward. The head of his cock breached her entrance, slipping past the first barrier with a slick, wet sound. She whimpered, her body jerking in reaction to the stretch, but he held firm, waiting until she adjusted before pushing deeper.
Inch by inch, he buried himself inside her, feeling every ridge and fold of her inner walls clinging to him. It was like being wrapped in silk, every movement sending sparks of sensation through his body. When he was fully seated, he paused, savoring the feel of her tight pussy squeezing him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. “So goddamn tight.”
YN could only nod, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to process the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure mixed with pain. But Tommy wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
He pulled back, nearly all the way out, before thrusting forward again with a harsh grunt. The motion was rough, almost violent, as he claimed her body with brutal force. Each thrust drove deep, hitting spots inside her that made her cry out in mingled pain and ecstasy.
“Harder,” she panted, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on. “Please, Tommy, harder.”
Her words were like fuel to his fire, stoking the flames of his desire until he could barely control himself. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, his pace increasing as he pounded into her with reckless abandon. The bed groaned under their combined weight, the headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust.
YN’s cries grew louder, more desperate, as she climbed higher and higher towards orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper still, her heels drumming against his ass as she matched his rhythm. Her entire body trembled, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she teetered on the edge.
“Tommy, I’m going to... I’m going to...” she gasped, her voice breaking as she struggled to form the words.
But Tommy wasn’t listening. He was lost in his own world of lust, his mind consumed by the primal urge to claim her, to make her his. He could feel his own climax building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his balls. He gave one final, savage thrust, burying himself deep inside her as he roared his release.
“Grace!” he shouted, his voice cracking with the force of his orgasm. “Oh, fuck, Grace!”
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icumpinkglitterxo ¡ 2 days ago
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You can't hurt me
part 2 (a)
a/n: i love angst. this version is the depressing one but its good i promise 🙏🏻
warnings: angst, mentions of sh, mentions of suicide, mentions of eds,
part 1
enjoy ★
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She sat with him, bandaging his wrist. Slash stayed quiet. He hadn't shown his face in public since breaking up with Axl.
His fake girlfriend, Natalie, came over after school to talk to him. He hadn't told her about their breakup yet. She tapes his bandage and cups his face, "you look awful... when was the last time you slept?" He shrugs.
She sighs, "wanna tell me what happened?"
He nods slowly, then tells her everything, not leaving any detail out. "I fucked up, I mean I really fucked up, Nat. Bad." She wraps her arms around him tightly, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry this happened. I'm so sorry it's so difficult. It shouldn't have to be this difficult."
He felt safe with her. They had known each other since they were little kids. She was the first person he came out to, resulting in her doing the same and leading to their fake relationship.
He sighs. "Am I an asshole?" She looks up at him, "what makes you think that?" He looks down and frowns, "I'm the one who broke up with Ax... Because I said us being together is wrong." His voice shakes. "Well, do you really believe that?" She asks cautiously, knowing how vulnerable he was already feeling.
He shrugs, "I...I don't know."
Nat sighs, "what makes you think it's wrong?" Slash looks at her. For a long time. Then he comes up with an answer.
"Everyone hates me. They judged me before for having long hair, and for being black, and for dressing the way I do, and for the few times someone saw me with red nails. They judged me. But they tolerated me. They talked to me in class. I got invited to parties. But now they hate me. They look at me with pure disgust. They write shit all over my locker. They write death threats and put them in my locker. They tell me I should end it. The day I broke up with Ax, I was assaulted. I was walking home alone, and these two guys from the football team started attacking me. And they weren't stopping. They were actually going to kill me for the simple reason that I love a man. I love him so much, and I know love is hard, and it takes patience. But I don't want to live my life hiding from people who might actually try to beat me to death because of who I love. That's not fair."
She frowns. "Oh baby, I'm sorry..." Slash shrugs. "I guess this is just how it has to be..."
A few weeks go by. With the help of Natalie, Slash felt comfortable enough to start coming back to school. He dreaded seeing Axl. He was surprised when the entire day had passed and Axl was nowhere to be found.
He shrugged it off and went to find Nat. She was waiting for him outside the school with a big goofy grin on her face. He scrunches his face up, "why are you so happy?"
She grins up at him, "I have a date."
His eyes widen, "a date!? With who!?" She smiles, "she's new here. She's called Michelle. She's super cool, and she's really pretty and -" Slash interrupts her, "I get it you little lesbian." She giggles. She was so excited. He smiles. This was nice. He was happy for her.
The two of them start walking away from the school. Nat looks up at him, "you hungry?" Slash looks down at her, "yeah, I didn't eat lunch," she frowns, "why not?" "Fish."
She nods. She knew there was a time when he had a difficult relationship with food, but this was just him hating any kind of food that came from the ocean. "Well, my dad said we can go to the diner and get lunch and dinner whenever we want," he looks down, "yeah? How much?" She rolls her eyes, "it's free, dumbass." His eyes light up.
The diner wasn't far, and the walk there only built their appetite. They were walking towards the diner, Nat walked a little bit ahead of Slash before she realised he had stopped.
She turned back to look at him, "what's wrong?" He stayed silent. Just kept staring at whatever it was he was so interested in. She looks over to see what he was staring at, and then her face drops, "oh..."
Axl.
With another man.
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ghostlycleric ¡ 5 months ago
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It’s really really interesting that they left El’s feelings to be resolved in season 5.
The last time we hear about El’s feelings towards Mike it’s in her letter: “I have gone to become a superhero again. From, El”. That is quite literally El saying she doesn’t love Mike anymore.
She considers writing love to be the bare minimum. “You can’t even write it, Mike.” She thought Mike not saying or writing it meant he didn’t love her anymore. So, she stopped writing it too. While it wasn’t necessarily a breakup letter, that was her telling Mike that she is done waiting for him.
That would’ve immediately lead to their breakup if it weren’t for Will. (That’s why she doesn’t even try to kiss him during their reunion in the desert.) Will talked Mike into giving that monologue, Will lied about who had his feelings. The same feelings that Mike was reassured by and called back to in his monologue to El. The relationship we’ll see Mike and El in at the beginning of season 5 will be built on a lie.
How long this lie lasts is mainly based on the painting, but also on El herself.
Will’s feelings are solidified. Mike’s seem solidified. El’s are unconfirmed. (But, last we saw it seemed she’d lost feelings.) We never see how she responds to the monologue, but we do know some things about after it.
She’s distant. Will has reason to believe that Mike and El haven’t talked at all since the monologue. He asks Mike, kind of timidly, “has she talked to you at all?” and Mike says “not much”. He then reveals that they talked about the supernatural stuff, about her loss. We don’t hear anything about the state of their relationship.
They choose to have Mike and Will have another heart to heart at the end of the season instead of Mike and El. They choose to have El walk out on that hill independently with Mike staying by Will’s side behind her.
I don’t think they’ll pull an off camera breakup for them. But, we saw from how El acted in the desert reunion that she won’t be hostile to Mike after a mature breakup. In the pizza place right before the monologue, she holds his hands and appears to be trying to gently tell him something. I’ve never gotten anything but breakup vibes from that moment. They get interrupted, then the monologue happens. If they didn’t let it get interrupted, Mike and El would’ve broken up.
They’re set up to start yet another season with a rocky relationship built on a lie and an I love you. We saw from the way seasons 3 and 4 happened, that is a recipe for disaster.
I can’t wait to see how they decide to reveal El’s feelings and the painting. In what order? How? How long do Mike and El stay together? How does Will react? How does Mike react? How does El react? There’s so much volume in this love triangle it’s insane.
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tinyfantasminha ¡ 15 days ago
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#i went to sleep at 3am and its 6am now bc i criedmyself to sleep 👍👍#sorry to ventdump my annoying insecurities again#i cant bring myself to do something i really want anymore#been having these thoughts since last year but this year its a lot more apparent#ideas are not scarce but the motivation/time to execute them are#i wish i could take an indefinite break on taking commissions bc by the time im finished with all of them im too burnt out/1#to draw for my blog and by the time it passes my motivation for these ideas also vanishes/2#I cant actually stop now bc im still an unpaid internee working for experience+portfolio so I need the money#I feel like shit whenever i can't get art done at the appropriate timing (ex: thematic holiday/character bday/event etc)#everything passes too fast and its already too late and the hype dies#its so hard to stay relevant and charismatic enough#Looking back I can't say im 100% satisfied with ANY art i posted this year#“was it worthy? is it still relevant? did I waste my time doing this?”#im too overly emotional over this (unfortunately) popular fictional lion beastman#“I want to yume/draw him more often/talk more about him!”#why? hes already popular enough. He has louder and more popular users who do that for him. nobody would care if it's you.#you'd get a swarm of hate. nobody would send you nice asks about it.#you don't get nearly half of the asks you used to receive back then. people just aren't interested in you anymore.#maybe you should delete your blog and start drawing trendy doodles of whatever is being hyped up at the moment.#.#if I can't execute original ideas what's the point of it?#I hate HATE having to do trendy art of whatever unfunny meme is being hyped up at the moment#but sometimes its necessary for the algorithm to boost you and to get some actual crumbs of engagement and new followers#what else can I do? being interesting on your own or having an interesting oc is no easy feat. I envy those who manage.
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opens-up-4-nobody ¡ 5 months ago
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#im at such a weird point in my life. trying to choose between a phd and a doomed life as an academic and like just not doing that.#its crazy how not terrible i feel when im not in school. just give me tasks to do and i will do them. dont let me think.#but then im just avoiding my responsibilities. i dunno. i just feel like i would be happier with a structured job that ends when the day#is over. which is y my dad thinks i should get a government job. one of my former lab mates got a government job and he's settling into#spending the rest of his life out in Colorado. which is so weird. i dont kno how long ill be in the place im in now. will it b 4 more years?#or will it be only a few months? will i go back to school in the fall? its looking like yes bc i dont have a job lined up. but maybe ill#keep applying and dip out. let my dreams die in favor of balance and sanity. maybe some things arent meant to be.#its just so gutting. i was talking to my coworker this week. saying that im interested in so many things. i could have studied anything else#and traveled a completely different path. and a guy across the room was like: its never too late. but it feels like its too late. too late#to spend another impossible amount of money on getting a different degree. restarting on a second masters project. im almost 30.#im supposed to b saving money so that i can not work forever. but i cant do that if im just a student forever. so maybe i should just get a#job. god. but theres so much i still want to learn. and im in the perfect program for everything i thought i wanted. im in the perfect place#but everything's falling to pieces. whatever. i. just tired bc im on day 5 of work and have to go in for a day 6.#doing something i havent done before all day. but after than im going home for a week. so ill have lots to contemplate in the airport.#this is not how i thought things would turn out. but im glad im spending the summer working where i am. im learning lots on a human to human#level. and no one bleieves im 27 bc i apparently have a bby face lol. nope im 11 yrs older than u my 16yo coworker#unrelated
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oozeandgoo-art ¡ 11 months ago
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had an odd dream that i was reading a comic book. sketched a couple of the pages i could remember.
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#i might adapt this into an actual story because i am SO SO SO mad that it isn't a thing i can go back to reading#oc#im definitely keeping the concept of save-bot i fucking love save-bot he's just doing his best. i love a robot who wants to help people#im not equipped to be writing about underground rebellions with any sense of real tact though#besides its in a superhero universe/story so you know it would just be so sucks lol#sketch#god the colors were so interesting. the teal parts were all very precisely crosshatched and the fire was this gorgeous brush pen looking#colored inks that just seemed like they were MOVING#and i mean some of that was because i was dreaming but god even in my halfhearted copy you can see some of the movement#it was a bad scene but a really really REALLY fun dream. i love when a book can *get* to me so i was really enjoying it#put it aside so i could take a break and woke up. instant fury at the universe for not having it be a real book instead#ill reblog with details if anyone's curious. i can explain this scene but i dont feel like it#the green people are in a secret basement though. hiding from the government. blue jacket guy is a speedster robot named save-bot who does#rescue stuff with every fire department so fire suppression technology is not very good because save-bot "can just save you''#however they're badly over their legal occupancy and the secret basement has One (1) exit so everyone is like really fucked here.#includinig save-bot who is going to do his job until he dies because he is an ai without any sense of self preservation and he cares#which i didn't even CATCH until i woke up and started tryin to frantically note everything down#and then i was like wait. the glitter on that last page before i realized i needed a glass of water to keep reading... what WAS that...#(it was tears suspended in midair because save-bot goes so fast and also knows he's so fucked LOL)#seriously i'm so mad someone else didn't make this.
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junotter ¡ 8 months ago
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sometimes researching for avatar redesigns has you 6 layers deep into the Japan's Meiji era allies wiki
#im trying to mess with some of the stuff that feels weird about the ways the fire nation is depicted idk#like i do not feel optically it is good for like them to be so heavily based on japan's imperialist actions#while dressed in clothes that come from places japan colonized#but i dont want it to just be solely japanese though i did draw zuko and azula in hakama but its largely cause i wanted to draw hakama#and like the only place with strong japanese influence being kiyoshi island and my own frustration with the modern day samurai depiction#i think fundamentally it isnt a choice that had as much thought as i am putting in put into it but it does raise an eyebrow for me#anyway i think keeping the thai influence is fine despite the brief invasion japan had into thailand due to thailand then allying with japa#and further allying with the axis due to allying with japan#ugh and ive been told not to think this much about it because its fiction but its also fiction so so so heavily based on real places#and when you base fiction on real cultures you fall into some unintentional pitfalls#i also fucking hate the royal fire nation robes they look so meh and the most costumey out of everything in the show#they look like heavy blankets despite being a supposedly hot nation#theres ways to have heavy robes (heian era japan) but they look like i make them out of fleece and velvet blankets#back to kiyoshi island i think the really only aesthetically japanese reference in the show being an island of noble warriors is lame#plus over done#it feels like nowadays theres a lot of people who get all whiney about people saying fire nation is based off japan#but like dude the creators in the comics and korra like go even more into the japanese influence and clearly it was the original intentions#also i do think you could do some pretty interesting world building by having say there be an older cultural influence on kiyoshi island#from the fire nation especially if the place is established as a central port area then you tie in some okinawan or even hawaiian reference#and gives an explanation that makes sense to why kiyoshi stands out from the rest of the earth kingdom you have long term cultural trading#and it establishes interesting relationships even pre kiyoshi time thereby drawing back onto some real historic references#cause for awhile ryukyu china and japan used to be this trading triangle which could explain some of these various influences going on#i think you can get a really interesting harmony when you create the fire nation out of a mix of japan and thailand#i mean both have these floating buildings due to living on some pretty wet lands and theres harmony in that mix#god i did see one person go like “fire nation is more based on china because theres a lot of red and red is important in china”#my brother in christ red is also important in japan#red is important in like many many asian cultures#i mean of course a lot of that importance stems from china and cultural exchange with china but idk kinda silly to say with your whole ches#like if you want to bring china in then the dragons are the biggest thing like sure some mythos has dragons in japan#but a lot of those comes from china in some way
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sysig ¡ 11 months ago
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I remember this game (Patreon)
#Doodles#Terrible news: My hair has gotten long enough that it's trying to center-part all on its own#I need a haircut so bad I don't care how cold it is#Anyway lol onto what this is Actually about#Namely of refixating on Handplates lol - I totally called it ♪ Not that it was hard to guess pfft#When I think about it - I don't think I've ever talked about how I found Vargas through Handplates? :0#Which is weird to me looking back lol they were both very pivotal moments in my life! One affects the other affects the other on loop#It's a very interesting dance inside my head haha#Being So back on Handplates now really throws that into relief for me#Not to be cheesy Immediately lol but I'm just- so happy that I get to experience these stories ♥ That I get to Keep experiencing them :)#It's only gotten better with time I wonder if it'll ever stop haha - I keep falling more in love with them!#It's really unlike anything else I could compare them to - holistically excellent across the board#If there was just One Thing that I could pin down and say ''This Right Here is the The Thing that I like so much and am so inspired by''#But there isn't - there isn't just one thing it's everything!#If it wasn't everything I wouldn't be so inspired by Handplates to make Vargas stuff and so inspired by Vargas to appreciate Handplates#And everything in between! Helix and RespectAWoman and just- It's everything! It's holistic excellence!#Even when I first transferred over from Handplates to Vargas it was everything - up to that point anyway haha#I'm just....always having a good time when I'm reading ♥ It's my favourite-favourite#I feel very lucky :)#Handplates#I mean - ostensibly anyway lol
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