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bcbdrums Ā· 4 months ago
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Okay lol mild spoiler for Soul Eater NOT but what if Steinā€™s screw was just a headband like the prank he pulls on the girls and thatā€™s why his hair is so shaggy is to hide this
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inbarfink Ā· 1 year ago
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When talking about the distinction between Simon Petrikov and the Ice King,Ā  itā€™s important to remember that originally, the Crown wasnā€™t trying to turn Simon into Ice King -
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It was trying to turn him into this guy.
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At the time, the Ice Crown - or rather the Wishing Crown - was programmed with Guntherā€™s wish to become Evergreen. So everything related to making the current wearer like Evergreen is a very direct result of the Crownā€™s Magic. The physical changes -
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And the obsession with the name ā€˜Guntherā€™ -
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And maybe some of the irritability and anger issues -
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That is something the Crown is very directly forcing unto its current wielder.Ā 
But everything else?
Ice King, personality-wise, was not much like Evergreen at all, or even like Gunther's view of him. And Ice Finn of the Farmworld Universe was also pretty different from the both of them.
At the time, I remember people assumed Ice Finnā€™s behavior is more indicative of what the Crown is actually trying to do with its wielders. That Ice King is so different because of Simonā€™s subconscious resistance against the Crown - while Finnā€™s much younger and dumber brain is a lot susceptible to the Curseā€™s influence to become some sort of mad world-conquering emperor of ice and snow.Ā 
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But, with the context of the Crownā€™s actual backstory. That doesnā€™t seem very likely anymore. I think whatā€™s actually happening there is that the Crown is just trying to make its wielder an Ice Wizard on par with Evergreen (who was the Actual Goddam Ice Elemental) and that means pumping the wielderā€™s brain so full of Magic, Madness and Sadness to a level that is bound to overwhelm anyone.
And Simonā€™s and Farmworld Finnā€™s very different behaviors after putting on the crown is indicative, more than anything, of how their psyche reacts to Madness and Sadness in general. You know, Finn has a very proactive and kinda aggressive personality - and you add Crown-induced-Madness-and-Sadness and a compulsion to use Ice Magic as much as possible and you get all ofā€¦. thisĀ 
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Meanwhile, for Simon, the compulsions of the Crown originally filtered exclusively via the language of protectionĀ 
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As his madness always manifested as romantic obsessionĀ 
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And using goofy humor to try and deny the pain heā€™s going throughĀ 
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Because thatā€™s how Simonā€™s mind specifically reacts to being flooded with so much Madness and Sadness.
Thatā€™s why thereā€™s so many parallels between Ice King and the sort of mistakes and screwed-up stuff Simon does right now! Heā€™s even kidnapping people again!
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Because the Madness and Sadness of Ice King mightā€™ve been induced by the Crown, but now Simon has plenty of personal home-grown Madness and Sadness inside him - and itā€™s no surprise that Curse-Induced or not, his mind reacts to it in a sorta-similar way. (Although obviously not as intensely, again, there was a LOT of MMS in the Ice Crown).
Now as for Ice Thing, and the fact that he seems to be actually rather well-adjusted under effects of his version of the Wishing Crown. I mean... not by the time of the 1000+ Era, but thatā€™s literally eons in the future and also maybe more Gibbonā€™s fault. Even if the Crown will eventually take some sort of toll on him, for now he seems to be doing pretty well considering his wish. I mean, there's still some sort of Loss of Identity stuff going on
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But everything we've seen of Ice Thing (in the present day, at least) shows him as a friendly and cheerful individual that gets along well with others. A far cry from how maladjusted every single wielder of the Ice Crown acted.
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At the very least, if there's any notable amount of Sadness in him, we really haven't seen it yet.
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There might be several factors here:
First things first, I should acknowledge the possibility that itā€™s just that Orgalorgā€™s eldritch brain is better at intaking all that MMS juice. That could play a part, but I think itā€™s probably more important, at least thematically, to look at the distinction between ā€˜I wish to be Evergreenā€™ and ā€˜I wish to be Ice Kingā€™.Ā 
First in the sense that while Ice King was occasionally mean to Gunter at times - he was generally much kinder than Evergreen ever was for ā€˜hisā€™ Gunther. So, like, pretty much the one Personality Flaw of Ice King that you can directly link to the Ice Crownā€™s attempt to mimic Evergreen is the occasional anger issues.
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And how they relate to Guntherā€™s view of Evergreen, so grumpy and controlling and constantly saying ā€˜NO!ā€™
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(Both Finn and Simonā€™s demonstrable not-crown-induced trauma responses can make them pretty short-tempered as well. So Iā€™m not going to say this is purely the effects of the Crown. It still probably plays some sort of factor at why the wielder of the Ice Crown is Like That).
And that is not a factor in how Gunter views Ice King. For him, Ice King was a doting and loving father figure - so if the Crown was ever trying to implement any sort of specific negative personality traits, this is absolutely no longer a factor. Because the original Ice Crown was a reflection of Evergreenā€™s abuse, and now Ice Thing is a reflection of Ice Kingā€™s fatherly love.
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Which is, itself, probably an echo or remnant of Simonā€™s own strong parental instincts.Ā 
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Secondly, while the Crown was trying to make the Ice King just as powerful as Evergreenā€¦. Ice King was obviously not as powerful as Evergreen. Because he was already a second-rate copy of the Ice Elementalā€™s power, and because Ice King was often just too doofy to use his powers correctly and probably because some remnant of Simonā€™s original sensible self is subconsciously holding his powers back.
Either way, being ā€˜like Ice Kingā€™ as Gunter sees him requires less Magic than being ā€˜like Evergreenā€™ as Gunther saw him - and therefore less Madness and Sadness. Leading to the wearer or, um, the eater being a lot more well-adjusted from the get-go.
And I think that the implication that Ice Thing has fused with the Crown, so there's never going to be another poor sap who puts on the Crown and gets Ice King'd. But if there is one somehow... at least the process is going to be less mentally detrimental that time around?
Maybe one day Simon could look back and appreciate how much he (or Ice King, or both of them, or however you want to look at the situation) is responsible for basically neutralizing the Crown that ruined his life in the first place.
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aletterinthenameofsanity Ā· 8 months ago
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Alright, I'll say it: Jack Harkness and the Doctor's relationship is possibly the most fleshed out/complicated dynamic in Doctor Who and that is INCLUDING the master/doctor relationship. Seriously, think about it:
the fact that when they meet jack is presented as sleazy con man and the doctor makes him brave- makes him good
but that they are both willing to die for rose as long as she is safe
and then she comes back and dooms them both to live (even though jack has already died for her and the doctor WILL die for her)
(ninerosejack is canon and you cannot convince me otherwise)
but then the doctor sees jack as immortal as someone he COULD spend the rest of his life with
and instead of embracing it like you'd think he would because he is so wrecked by people leaving him/being left by him the doctor RUNS bc the Doctor is so scared of jack of what he means of what he is
jack ends up abandoned in dalek dust goes back in time to find the doctor suffers a hundred years alone/being tortured but STILL WAITS
(screw amy being the girl who waited or rory being the boy who waited- Jack Harkness is the boy who waited and he did it FIRST)
Jack finds out that he was abandoned. that the man that he loves HATES the sight of him. that the doctor would rather have a genocidal murderer than have him
and so Jack gets the hell out of dodge to go to a man who DOES love him
and don't get me wrong Jack loves Ianto and Jack DOES remember Ianto until he dies as the Face of Boe don't forget that (protecting Novice Hame from the virus as he couldn't Ianto
BUT AFTER EVERYTHING THE DOCTOR HAS DONE TO JACK JACK STILL LOVES THEM
Jack still considers five billion years cursed to never die to be BETTER than the alternative: dying a young time-agent-turned-con-man
Jack has more reason than any other companion save maybe Amy to hate the Doctor & yet spends 20 years in jail to rescue Thirteen still LOVES HER
AND AFTER FIVE BILLION YEARS HE ORGANIZES THAT FIRST MEETING ON SATELLITE FIVE HE ORGANIZES 9/ROSE'S FIRST DATE
jack harkness is a living ghost a reminder of the doctor's failures a physical fixed point and yet he still loves the girl who cursed him and the time lord that turned him into the kind of person that would give his dying breaths to protect the last of humanity in a dying city and tell the doctor that he is not alone
because fuck it, YANA was a warning but also a reminder a final gift
jack had been there all along, a ghost an echo a PROMISE
there is no more human character than jack harkness
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geekforhorror Ā· 5 months ago
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imagine best friend sam monroe being jealous when you get a date but he always plays the tough guy so canā€™t admit but the moment he sees you all dressed up in that cute sundress, he is ready to throw logic out and just jump on you
rude boy
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pairing: bsf!sam monroe x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!sam, sub!reader, jealous sam, possessiveness, implied sex, pet names, profanity, etc.
a/n: i hate the ending but womp womp!
You were supposed to be out on a date at this moment. Key words being supposed to. However the night had taken an unexpected turn of events when your best friend Sam showed up to your door, which was a complete shock to you. You had told him prior that you wouldnā€™t be available to hang out with him because of this date. When he had read your text, he felt many emotions. Hurt, anger, jealousy.
He had a thing for you ever since he laid eyes on you, not that you knew. You guys had met the summer of your guys freshman year of high school. You were new to the neighborhood and knew nobody. That was until Sam strolled up to you and introduced himself to you. Right away, you guys had this connection. As more time passed by, you realized you liked him more than a friend should and he felt the same. Of course, neither of you would admit it because you guys were afraid that it would ruin things. The fact that you looked so damn hot didnā€™t help things. For christs sake, you picked out a sundress that was practically taunting him.
Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts and sends him back to the present moment. ā€œWhat are you doing here Sam? I told you I had a date!ā€ you exclaim to the dark haired boy.
ā€œI donā€™t care. Youā€™re supposed to be mine and I wonā€™t settle,ā€ he confesses as he grits his teeth.
ā€œI donā€™t have time for this! Heā€™ll be here soon and I donā€™t need you here screwing it up!ā€ you yell at him.
You didnā€™t realize what you said until after the words escaped your lips. In that moment, you saw Samā€™s jaw clench more than it had ever been before. Without warning, he pounces himself onto you and attacks your lips with his soft ones.
The kiss is almost carnal-like, fueled by years of sexual tension and desire. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice possible. You canā€™t help but moan into the kiss, which only makes it more fiery. Before you know it, Sam hoists you up so that your legs are now wrapped around his waist. He moves his hands to the curve of your ass before gripping it like a vice, making you wince in pleasure.
ā€œSamā€¦ā€ you say raggedly while breathing him in at the same time. It was intoxicating.
ā€œTell me youā€™re mine and only mineā€¦ā€ he demands.
ā€œIā€™m yours! Just please donā€™t stop,ā€ you beg of him.
ā€œThatā€™s what I like to hear, but I hate seeing you get all dolled up for a guy that isnā€™t me, especially in that dress of yours,ā€ Sam says, breaking the kiss and instead moving his lips to your neck.
ā€œI didnā€™t buy it for himā€¦bought it for you,ā€ you confess.
ā€œYeah?ā€ he asks, sounding intrigued.
ā€œMhmā€¦ā€ you trail off as his lips suck at the tender skin of your collarbone.
ā€œThen I think I should be the one to ruin it, donā€™t you think, baby?ā€ he chuckles.
ā€œYes pleaseā€¦ā€ you beg of your best friend.
ā€œThen donā€™t be surprised when I say that dress isnā€™t the only thing getting ruined tonight, pretty girl.ā€
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sunny-knight Ā· 6 days ago
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@forgettable-au FAN ANIMATION ! LOUD NOISE WARNING!
*What was it all forā€¦?
Song: Vishnu <3 by Peter Cat Recording Co.
ā€¦okay.
The main inspiration for thisā€¦can be summed up with I LOVE HOW SAD THIS CONCEPT IS. BUT i also adore how WEIRD it is.
This whole thing must be pretty weird and creepy for the characters right??? Like- we dont know for certain what EXACTLY is gonna happen, but we know for a fact that Wingdings finds out hes in a game, then kills himself so he can be closer with god-
THATS PRETTY WEIRD šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ also sad but we can ignore that for now
I also experimented a tad with this in working with silence, so timing things at my own pace! It was really hard! I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!!!!!!
But, time for my FAVORITE PARTā€¦.ANALYSIS!!!
DISCLAIMER: some things stated as fact havenā€™t been said in the blog/arent canon to the au itself, just my animation/theories/interpretation, cause iā€™m silly and headcanoning :3
TITLE:
The proper title ive given this is ā€œTo Youā€ which means 2 different and very vague things. What happened to you? and sending a message like ā€œthis is To Youā€.
In that case, ā€œyouā€ is whichever version of Papyrus/Wingdings/Gaster you want- Its not exactly clear which version of him means ā€œyouā€ which is kinda the point. The lines blur together sometimesā€¦
But yeah, Gaster/crazy WD sends messages TOO himself so theyā€™re ā€œTo Youā€
CONTEXT
Wingdings has JUST turned himself into Gaster. Ignore how impossible Sans interacting with him in this moment is, and just hear me out on the angst possibilities-
SCENE 1
As Sans approaches the mess- Gaster is encased in shadow, and looks at him. Expression not telling much- just looking blankly. Doesnā€™t even look like heā€™s aliveā€¦ justā€¦ moving. Also the eye thats open, is just a slit. because- perspective. BUT I also had fun putting that there and going hehehehe it looks like WD/Papyrusā€™ eye
Sans approaches, and getting engulfed in the shadow, leaving the light.
His expression here was REALLY fun and REALLY hard to draw. Angry? maybe. stunned and terrified? DEFINITELY.
In this context (that doesnā€™t have a lot to go off of with the comics, YET) Sans knows that this was all very much intentional. He absolutely does not want to be angry, and is certainly only feeling it subconsciously.
Butā€¦ he wanted so badly to understand, and enter his brother world. But now, Sans is justā€¦ Baffled. Hes like ā€œwhat the fuck did you do???ā€
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Gaster continues to look blank. Looking up at Sans as he approaches, encasing him in even more shadow.
Sansā€™ hand reaches to Gasters face. From Sansā€™ perspective, his intentions are like checking for a pulse. Not literally ofc cause pulses arent on our face- but like, feeling for him. For a sign that something is there. (Itā€™s also meant to be something motherly/comforting)
But then, Gaster leans into the touch, somewhat reciprocating this wordless ā€œive got youā€ gesture. Thatā€™s what makes Sans go from Terrified to just purely grief stricken. His brother is still alive. And he loves him.
But this form wont last for longā€¦For universe fixing screw ups reasons :D šŸ‘
SCENE 3
Gaster then opens his eyes, revealing hes even still got eye lights available for him. Thats what just SHATTERS the dam, and Sans embraces him suddenly.
SCENE(S) 4
Then, the ā€œresetā€ happens, Gaster is gone, and Papyrus appears in place of Wingdings in his bed.
Nothing is boiling to add to a ā€œfrozen in terrorā€ feeling!
Now- drawing all of the differences between the past and present rooms. DESTROYED ME. i HAD SO MUCH FUN BUT I ALSO CRIED šŸ˜­ There are no thank-you letters to santa, no racecar bed, no silly bone painting, no action figures, just BORING
I also wanted to keep everything monochromatic, so ofc weā€™ve got black and white for the void/Gaster, blue for Sans, red for Papyrus, and purple for Sans and Papyrus together.
The tape recorder and lab coat are still greyscale though cause Wingdings still has SOME of his stuff lying around. But the tapes are indecipherable, and Papyrus threw out that lab coat the first chance he got. It gave him the absolute worst feeling, worse than anything heā€™s ever experienced.
Something I also really enjoy is the fact that the dress shirts were still technically Wingdingsā€™ but theyā€™re red for Papyrus. The lab coat is the only real WINGDINGS thing that Papyrus wants absolutely no part in. Some things that were Wingdingsā€™ are now Papyrusā€™ cause :DšŸ‘
in place of the bone painting are just family photos that I also have extra to say about. Someday I wanna make a comic of what happened to those/what I think would happen to em.
One day Papyrus is like ā€œHEY UH- SANS! THESE PHOTOS! I DONā€™T LIKE LOOKING AT THEM! CAN WE NOT!?ā€ Aka, he doesnā€™t remember these things happening/these photos being takenā€¦ BUT THEYRE PHOTOS OF HIM.
So he just feels really uncomfortable looking at memories he should reasonably remember, but doesnā€™t at all- and Sans gets that. But he keeps em in his drawer. Then! they hung up the bone thing in place of it cause SILLY!
But the family photos, I still had fun with. From left to right theyre a photo of Semi with the twins, the twins as baby bones, then as slightly older kids, then WDs graduation photo.
CONCLUSION!
This entire thing was so much fun, and I feel iā€™ve really grown as an artist over the process of experimenting and not being knocked down by annoying setbacks,
Also, as usual, Works In Progressā€™ plus extra behind the scenes stuff will be posted shortly after this!! YIPPEEE!!! HAPPY NIGHTMARES!!!!!
OHHHH ALSO EXTRA ART!!!
ā€œARENā€™T THEY BEAUTIFUL?ā€
That silly moment when your clone is really weirdly obsessed with stars and enthusiastically holds your eye sockets open to show you them
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kuroosdarling Ā· 1 year ago
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POSITIONS ā€” ą¼‰ā€§ā‚ŠĖš.
ft. sanji vinsmoke !
ź’° SYNOPSIS ź’± : sanji always liked missionary, but he was eager to broaden his horizons with you once you give him a proper taste.
ź’° CONTENTS ź’± : MDNI. brief mention of blood (this man & his nosebleeds) mentions of creampie, overall vanilla sex ā€” wc : 500 words
ź’° NOTES ź’± : starting to post my fics that are just sitting in my drafts. i asked risu which character to post first and here we are with sanji <33 enjoy !!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*į“—ĶˆĖ¬į“—Ķˆ)ā™”*.ļ¾Ÿ
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sanji always loved to take you in missionary. there was something so special to him about seeing your pretty face, slotting his body on top of yours and being as close as possible.
loved pressing his forehead against yours to gaze into your eyes. or better yet, when you carefully push back his slightly damp bangs out of his eyes so you could see his face better.
loved to wrap his arms behind your back, pulling you towards him to press your chests together ā€” utterly driving him insane when he feels your nipples brushing against his.
above all, he loved seeing your precious face. intently watching each beautiful expression morph into bliss as he drove you closer to your pleasure, using your reactions to guide his way there for you.
but one day, you insist on changing positions.
he wasnā€™t so sure, in fact, he hasnā€™t ever done anything besides missionary so he didnā€™t even know how to go about it. but luckily, he had you to show him the way.
it started when you climbed into his lap, effectively kickstarting his old habits. after the initial gush of blood coming out of his nose and a few overly enthusiastic compliments ā€” he simmered back down the moment you slid down on his cock.
it took him a second to try to not come instantly, but the way you were perched up in his lap, your chest directly in front of his face, your hands delicately resting on his shoulders ā€” he couldnā€™t help it.
but he always had so much more to give you.
he soon realized that maybe new positions were a good thing. a different way for him to worship and love your body. his tongue running all over your chest, circling around your nipples as you bounced on his cock.
it was truly heaven watching you use him to get yourself off. your soft mewls fired up his core, driving his hips up further to meet yours. there was no way heā€™d want to stop having you like this. it might have even taken over as his new favorite position.
but something else overcomes him when he has you on all fours. the way you look so beautiful presenting yourself for him has his mind going drunk with satisfaction.
knowing that only he could ever have you like this, driving himself further into your warm cunt, deeper than he has ever gone ā€” has him losing his control.
heā€™s still sweet, but thereā€™s an edge to it now. his hips erratically snapping against you. he feels so high, so overwhelmed with the control you graciously gave him.
itā€™ll even have him reaching over to take one of his cigarettes, smoking it while his thrusts never falter. the view he has is one of the best ones heā€™s ever seen. screw the all blue, this right here was his lifeā€™s dream.
being able to admire your body from any angle is a new game he adamantly wants to play. so expect him to try and throw you in any position at any time. he has a lot of new things he wants to explore now that he knows how willing you are to help him.
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ghouldtime Ā· 1 month ago
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Aquarium Trip with TF141
Because I fish I could go with them lmao, assuming that it's a big group trip
Captain John Price
Ever the leader of the group, he's making sure that everyone is keeping their phone on vibrate or low volume so no one can end up being a straggler who they have to go on a man hunt for
He wants everyone to at least be able to enjoy themselves but he's not going to be chasing them down, desperately trying to find them in the crowd. Just occasionally check your phones and you'll be all set. He's still as observant as always, keeping an eye out and his head in the game, even if he's supposed to be "Relaxing". He's a firm believer in never being too certain or wary
The group trip was more or less mandated as a 'go do things as a group so you can stay sharp, actually use down time, and bond'. Also because Price was needing a break, as much as he said he didn't, and the only way to get him to take it is to force him out of the office
Admittedly he can't be too peeved when the others seem excited (minus Ghost but what can you expect), AND there are a bunch of cute fish and creatures alike to look at
He takes his time with the exhibits - he's stopping to read the cards and identify the fish and other critters. Pair up with him if you want to actually take a breath and enjoy the experience at a reasonable pace
He'll content to just follow in the footsteps of the others and enjoy the day as much as he can, for once, taking it as it is. It's nice to not have to constantly lead or direct when they're fine doing their own thing and he can do his
It's not often he gets any form of time off or relaxation so you bet your ass he's trying his best to do such and make the most of the day he was forced to take. It's a conscious effort, too. He's so used to being in work mode that shutting that off is near impossible
It's why he doesn't go alone and someone is ending up as his buddy. Having someone there to talk can help get him out of his own head and focus on the present moment. You may have to snap him out of it every so often as he keeps thinking too much, it's a habit
Not to mention he likes having somebody there to tell his stories to. Idle chatter helps distract and helps him get closer to those around him. He's well aware he's often work focused so it is quite needed to shift his attention to the human aspect of it. His humanity is often hanging on by a thin thread so doing what he can to reconnect is vital to keep his head screwed on straight and to remind him what he's fighting for
You'll likely end up with him, sitting and watching the ocean tank - full of fish and sharks alike. It's an ever changing environment yet repetitive all the same, it puts him at ease to simply watch. He's quite fond of the stingrays. They remind him of himself :) (as in they can be hidden in plain sight and can kill you in an instant)
Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley
Despite the fact he would rather not be out in public when possible, he didn't exactly protest the idea of the aquarium. Sure, it could be busy but that means he can walk off undetected and hide in whatever dark corner he so pleased until they were done. He was already planning that from the get go
Seeing as his father used animals to psychologically abuse him during his childhood, he's usually quite reluctant to be around them and usually isn't much of a fan. It's not that he hates them, he knows it isn't their fault, he's just... Weary.
He knows that they won't and can't do anything to him, especially behind glass, but there's always that nagging fear and persistent memories that haunt him that urge him to stick to the shadows and wait it out
He has a reason to avoid pretty much every tank. Eels? Like water snakes, too slimy. Jellyfish? Remind him of being stung on a beach off the Gulf of Mexico. Otters? He's sharing with you the unfun otter facts of what messed up animal stuff they do
Yes, he is an utter stick in the mud. He is well aware of that. But the fact that he's even there to begin with is significant progress. It's like voluntary exposure therapy - he's at least trying to work through it, bit by bit. Having the team there helps and they're aware of what is going on, so they simply give him the space he needs to work out his own emotions. No one is there to judge, they're just there to have fun
They all check in on him to see how he's holding up. You're absolutely welcomed to too, or you can spend some time hanging out with him, exchanging terrible fish jokes to help lighten the mood. Just don't expect to go around with him or have him follow through the exhibits
Simon knows he wanted to push past a barrier of some kind aside from simply being there, so he decided to pick a singular exhibit to actually visit on his own - it would be a way for him to reclaim some more autonomy and prove his thoughts and past couldn't get the best of him. Naturally, he picked the shark one
While he's well aware of the danger sharks pose, he's not actually had a bad experience with sharks... Yet. Their reputation is usually a lot worse than they are. Plus, you know exactly what you're getting into when it comes to them. You know what to expect. It's not like they're hiding their teeth or the fact that they're apex predators
He'll sit on a bench pressed to the wall, watching them idly swim about from a safe distance. He never said he was getting close, but watching them and not instantly being flung back to his worser memories is a HUGE step forwards. Instead, he's a bit more surprised at how he can actually enjoy seeing them move. Seeing such powerful creatures there in the flesh is so much greater than how they appear on TV or in books
Not that he'll admit it, but he relates to them. He too is an extraordinary killer, feared by most, yet understood by few. Many judge based on his appearance alone and misassume, when he's simply trying to live his life no matter the hand that's been dealt to him
He wouldn't protest if you sat with him and watched the sharks for a while in silence. For a man who isn't fond of animals, there's no denying the softness in his eyes as they swim past
Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
You'll probably actually enjoy hanging around him the most, he's the best buddy to have for trips. He's pretty much following Price if he's not rushing ahead with Soap. He's a bit more mindful in the sense that he will pause and look back, even back tracking to rejoin if they were getting too carried away
He's not the most well versed in all animal facts but he will happily tell you some of what he knows as you pass the exhibits. Did you know most piranhas are actually herbivores? Not the ones you're looking at, those ones are carnivores, but most species are. They're usually quite harmless. Usually. Not during dry season but that's different-
He's quite happy to see a variety of wildlife, from the smallest coral to the hulking fish. He can't say he's exactly used to it or that he's one who keeps an eye out for those things, but it's nice to see. It at least allows him to get a look at things he may otherwise never see or experience
Learning about them is important too because what if he needs it one day in the field??? Being able to identify what's around him, including the animals, can be super helpful. He isn't going snorkeling or to a coral reef any time soon but still, just in case. Gaz is smart, he will ALWAYS take a learning opportunity when he can
He's the one who already has the itinerary for the day with all the shows and educational events, and you BET he is on top of them and is going to go see them all
Please attend with him - he's usually the one picked out of the crowd because he's got the perfect energy. Winning smile? Winning heart? Winning attitude? It's hard NOT to notice him. He already has bad jokes in store and can win over the audience too
You just have to be cool with sitting front row and potentially in the splash zone. He's not sitting in the back, who knows when he gets to do this next? Also, why would you not want to be up close?? You're at an aquarium, there's water, you're going to get wet - that should be PART of the experience
You're both probably going to get a picture with an otter before the day is done
As cool as the other animals are, he's absolutely a fish person. He thinks they're extremely underrated for what they are. There's SO many different kinds of fish and colors too! How can you NOT enjoy that?
He's spending extra time in the coral reef and the fresh water areas because he loves how immersive they are - and just how many fish they have swimming around without many other animals. It is a glimpse into a world we never get to see
He also loves the octopi and squid. Creatures that can camouflage and ambush??? Absolutely wonderful, as far as he's concerned. He loves how intelligent they are too and how underestimated they can be
Stick near him, you won't regret it. He's great company and can happily talk about the different fish all day - and maaaaybe will just revisit a few of the tanks he especially liked (he's already calculating how to get a beta fish by the time you get back)
Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish
To no one's surprise, he's leading the charge in. He is absolutely EXCITED about this. Cool animals??? A day with people who he cares about????? Sign him up
The group really just loosely follows him to start. He's got a solid game plan and is watching the crowd to see which is the least crowded area so that you can get the best view
Like I said, he's a man with a plan. Gaz might have the itinerary but he's the one scoping out the floor and already trying to figure out the game plan so you can stick together and see what you actually want to see
He naturally has a presence that can make others move out of the way. One look at extremely buff Scottish man who can have the meanest resting bitch face, and they'll move. That's not even including that you're being followed by three other not so short men. At least it makes for great crowd clearance and he knows it - and yes, he's using it to his advantage
Like Gaz, he too is reading the cards and is quite happy to learn about the creatures there. Not as thoroughly as Price, but he's still at least actively reading and trying to note things down in his mind
He's the one who makes the slightly inappropriate comments out of instinct, forgetting that there may be kids nearby. In his defense, he's not used to that - usually it's just adults. But he can't himself from going "Look of the size of that bloody bastard" while pointing at a grouper
His comments make for great banter, usually it's with Gaz - seeing as Ghost disappeared almost the second after they stepped in. "These little shits can function without a brain" - "Oh, so that makes the two of you :)" . It's like that the entire time, just a lot of back and forth - and yes, it's hilarious
He's not rushing through the exhibits but he certainly is sidetracked when there's so many things to look at and see. It's really a matter of what is catching his eye and why - there's so much to do and so many things he didn't know. It's VERY exciting for him in the best way
Whenever there's a creature he particularly admires, he'll actually stop and sketch it out, jotting down some notes about it in the margins of his sketchbook too. He brought a few colored pencils but it's really mostly just plain pencil
He's actually quite a good artist! As long as he has a wee bit of time to get the rough lines down, he can finish it off later really nicely. But he'd prefer to take his time. The aquarium is a great place for him to practice things like plant life and moving creatures
You're welcome to sit beside him and watch as he draws - or better yet, draw with him if you brought a sketchbook of your own. It fills in for some of the quieter time if you're blessed with a calmer exhibit. If you're lucky, he might even draw something so you can color it in as you wait for the group to catch up
Admittedly, he likes the piranhas. They're known and have a fierce reputation for a reason, but he in particular likes the shimmer of their scales and finds them to be under appreciated in that regard. He finds them beautiful and they're a lot more than their teeth alone
Naturally he also likes any otters or mammals too. He'll usually end up entertaining them, especially if they're seals - they're such funny creatures - they remind him of the seals he saw on the coast whenever he visited as a kid
BONUS
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Seeing he isn't apart of the group, you'd actually run into him in NORMAL civilian style clothes (still wearing a surgical mask, albeit) if you wandered off on your own or got a bit too ahead - leaving the boys behind
Assuming that you don't happen to know him here, but it was at the seahorse tank. With the little seahorses clinging to the bits of plants that they had, here was this big guy with an utterly adoring expression on his face as he stared at them
He nearly jumped out of his skin when you made your appearance and commented about how neat they were
He couldn't help but to agree, they're such fascinating creatures and they're so tiny. It's a wonder how something that's the size of the tip of his finger can live like that
The whole reason he was at the aquarium was because he liked animals - and because his therapist recommended he get a bit more out of his comfort zone to further work on his social anxiety. Getting exposed to new environments at his pace would do him good in the long run. While he's been fine and can absolutely manage, he does want to push himself to come more out of his shell and to be more comfortable in his every day life. Plus, he has only one life, he needs to live it some
He also wasn't used to seeing so many aquatic animals - it would be something different, something that maybe could give him some ideas later down the line for some of his crafts. And it's a good reminder of how vibrant and diverse the world we live in is. It's easy to forget when you're surrounded by blood and gore all the time
Usually, people are quite intimidated by him, so he was surprised that anyone came up and even tried to say anything to him. But talking about seahorses and the other animals here was a LOT easier than talking about himself or anything else he usually had to default to
When you asked if he'd seen the moon jellies or the crabs yet, and he said no, how could you resist showing him right where they are and pointing them out? He'll love them! They're silly little guys like the sea horses
He's admittedly a bit flustered from the attention and having someone actually want to talk to him, but he finds it easier to open up and naturally when you're just... yourself. And clearly quite excited about being there - or more expressive of it than him
You sort of happen to end up walking along with him, chatting about all the different types of animals there are and what you like about them, or making comments about what they're doing and laughing about it
As awkward as he is - he's still got his sense of humor and charm about him underneath that you uncover as you get him to open up, even just a little bit
It's only when he sees your group at a distance and the recognition of who they are dawns on him . He backs away when you wave to them, making the connection. What a terrible coincidence - but the last thing he wants to do is create issues, especially when he's here to enjoy his day - and he's not wanting a fight, not right now. And especially not in civilian gear or in a place where they all can be banned from
(They do not get along in the slightest, trust me, it would not be pretty if they happened to put two and two together. There's not that many Austrians that tall who happen to have scars like he does)
He's back to making excuses as he back pedals trying to get out of sight before any of them see, but not before slipping you his number. After all, it would be such a shame to let such a good connection go to waste :)
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guardianofnightmares Ā· 26 days ago
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Attack
ā€œAnd remember: there is enough fuel in those rods for couple of maneuvers and a descent. Thatā€™s it.ā€ Blitzwing said in a stern tone while adjusting some screws on minibotā€™s backplates. ā€œI highly recommend you to not stray far away from your group for too long.ā€
He knew that his companion was not that reckless to go on adventures of his own on a battlefield, but itā€™s still difficult not to worry about mechsā€™ safety. Even if the targeting systems of an Autobotsā€™ flagship "Endeavor" were supposed to be down by the beginning of an operation, its guns would still be working at full capacity.
Chances of being shot by a random plasma beam were still pretty high.
ā€œI know, Blitzwing, I know,ā€ said minibot sighed in defeat. His spirits were not that much higher than everyone elseā€™s lately.
ā€œBut hey,ā€ He continued, ā€œEven if I wanted to, I doubt Megacon would allow me to go sightseeing without himā€¦ And if I indeed managed to do just that, my fear of withering away from his lecture about my recklessness definitely outweighs the fun of getting into troubles.ā€
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Phew, third entry for the @blitzbee-week event has arrived at last. Prompt of a third day was "Attack", which turned out to be quite an interesting one to create a piece for. Eventually, I've decided to picture a scene of preparations for one of first major battles in a story of mine. Considering a fact that a mentioned scene takes place at the beginning of a second part/volume of a fanfic, I found it to be a good opportunity to show an evolution of relationship between characters (at least in comparison to previous entries).
Fanfic the scene is taken from is called "TFA: Icarus". You can read it by following a [link] for the series "folder" which also includes an existing teaser (future prologue) for a story. The updates are slow, I know, I am sorry for a delay, I was very busy with a job of mine lately and I do not know when the situation will change for better. Despite all of it, I'm still deeply grateful for every subscription and "like" you leave under works for this project of mine. Know that I see and appreciate every kind gesture of yours).
As always, if anyone is interested to know what's going on "behind the scenes" of a picture, I will provide the full snippet of a depicted interaction under a cut line. Hope you'll enjoy it. Especially those of you, who read previous "chapters" of mine, for you might find a reference here to one of them ;)
Bumblebee finally glanced at a Decepticon sitting on his haunches behind his back. The Warframeā€™s been checking on a Cybertronian analogue of a humansā€™ ā€œparachuteā€ for the last half of megacycle, trying to secure the massive carcass on a frame it was not meant to be worn by.Ā 
ā€œHowā€™s it looking?ā€ The Bot asked. Not out of vanity, for once, but rather out of practicality - a bleak, outdated ā€œjetpackā€ was the smallest one they could salvage, and itā€™s still way too big for a mech of Bumblebeeā€™s proportions. Several kilograms of metal more and itā€™d have begun to tip a yellow colored Autobot over.Ā 
ā€œā€¦ Itā€™ll have to do.ā€Ā 
A brisk, honest and not so uplifting answer. But, come to think of it, Bumblebee wouldā€™ve been more surprised to hear a reassuring comment coming from a Triplechanger.Ā 
A notion that Bumbler was capable of periodically predicting Conā€™s responses almost made him chortle. The possibility of his team forming a bond with Warframes over the course of a stellar cycle after an escape from Cybertron was improbable at best. And yet, there they were - trying to work as a single unit despite ever present old grudges.Ā 
For a goal they were fighting for together against a common foe was more important than any of their just (and unjust) beliefs.Ā 
ā€œAnd remember: there is enough fuel in those rods for couple of maneuvers and a descent. Thatā€™s it.ā€ Blitzwing said in a stern tone while adjusting some screws on minibotā€™s backplates. ā€œI highly recommend you to not stray far away from your group for too long.ā€
He knew that his companion was not that reckless to go on adventures of his own on a battlefield, but itā€™s still difficult not to worry about mechsā€™ safety. Even if the targeting systems of an Autobotsā€™ flagship "Endeavor" were supposed to be down by the beginning of an operation, its guns would still be working at full capacity.
Chances of being shot by a random plasma beam were still pretty high.
ā€œI know, Blitzwing, I know,ā€ said minibot sighed in defeat. His spirits were not that much higher than everyone elseā€™s lately.
ā€œBut hey,ā€ He continued, ā€œEven if I wanted to, I doubt Megacon would allow me to go sightseeing without him... And if I indeed managed to do just that, my fear of withering away from his lecture about my recklessness definitely outweighs the fun of getting into troubles.ā€
The last comment earned him a snort from a companion.
ā€œYes, he tends to do exactly that. Youā€™d be insanely lucky if that was the only punishment coming upon your helm,ā€ Blitzwing agreed in a more lighthearted tone. ā€œEspecially since, it seems, Megatronā€™s already figured out where someone prefers to spend their shift at once in a while.ā€
ā€œā€¦what do you mean by that?ā€ Bumblebee asked worriedly after a short lived pause - he could almost ā€œseeā€ a smirk plastered across Blitzwingā€™s faceplates with the back of his own helm. And if heā€™s learnt anything about a Con over the last orbital cycles, itā€™s that him being smug never promised anything good for a yellow and black Bot.Ā 
ā€œLetā€™s just say that if a certain hiding spot is indeed real, Iā€™ll make sure to send you energon treats during a ā€œhome arrestā€ of yours.ā€ Blitzwing mused out loud. A followed groan full of despair, which came from a small mech, made Blitzwing slip an amused laugh.Ā 
And here a minibot hoped that Megatron would be any different than a so-called Bossbot of his.Ā 
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Soon after the Trpilechangerā€™s done everything he could in order to make Bumblerā€™s descent to a flagship safer, a huge figure appeared at an entrance to a bay. Bumbler noticed a newcomer only when a said mech contacted him via personal comlink, voice commanding yet devoid of usual rasp undertones.Ā 
ā€œTime to go, minibot,ā€ Megatron announced, as if wanting to make sure that his arrival was interpreted as a sign to wrap preparations up. It made both Cybertronians to pause their conversation and to look up at an arrived Decepticon.Ā 
The red and grey mech stood with his servos being clasped behind his back, polished shoulder pauldrons proudly shining under a warm artificial light. One of his chest plates bared signs of a recent scuffle at one of remote outposts - the right side was adorned with a fresh wielding patchwork, performed by Ratchet himself, which hid an ugly and deep scar.Ā 
The sight of a quickly healing wound reminded Bumblebee of an amusing memory heā€™d witnessed in a medbay the other day - Ratchet and Megatron bickering with each other about whoā€™s a true madmech between two of them, while a medic was performing mentioned repairs. The fact that a Warlord received an injury during a rescue of a red and white Autobot, who stayed behind in order to cover their teamā€™s escape, seemed to slip out of both of their processors. Ratchet was nigh unstoppable in his fury, and it seemed that Megatronā€™s finally found someone who could rival his own stubbornness. Something, all members of a team were certain of, both older mechs secretly admired about each other.Ā 
With raised up spirits, minibot quickly picked up a bag of tools, which laid near a working bench, and waved goodbye to a Triplechanger, who stayed behind to tidy a working place up.Ā 
Blitzwing couldnā€™t hear what his two comrades were talking about while standing at an exit to a bay, but he could still observe the interaction between them.Ā 
The height difference between mechs was ridiculous. It became especially obvious when Megatron lowered himself to a ground in order to access electronic panel of a ā€œjetpackā€, while Bumblebee was checking on contents of a bag of his. To Blitzwing, the scene almost resembled the way human parent would interact with their child after meeting them from an educational establishment back on Earth. Come to think of it, Bumbler looked like a sparkling in comparison to all of Warframes, which made the situation even more amusing in Blitzwingā€™s optics.Ā 
After switching on needed components, the grey Decepticon activated a program in his own engineā€™s software. Both mechs synchronized recently updated broadcasting frequencies of their flying gear, and the ā€œjetpackā€ came to life with a faint glow of its side lights.
A model of a ā€œparachuteā€ may have looked old, but the technology behind an outdated surface was something to be proud of. As if to prove a point, Megatron shifted his wings from side to side, up and down. Minibot whirled his head around just in time to see his own wings mirroring movements of his larger partner with a barely there delay. Created during an expansion of territories on foreign planets, devices similar to Bumblerā€™s one allowed Autobots to join Decepticons in off-ground battles and explorations, going so far as to copy difficult maneuvers of Warframes with an impressive accuracy.Ā 
A true forgotten marvel of Cybertronian engineering.Ā 
To say that Bumblebee could barely keep his excitement under control would be an understatement. The way he puffed up his chest plates and spread his temporary wings reminded local workers of a young Warframe after the first successful training session at a boot camp, fears and doubts the Bot had about an upcoming battle diminishing at a prospect of taking the first flight in his life. Even if itā€™ll mostly be coordinated by a partner.Ā 
Bumblebee faced a rising by his side Decepticon with a contagious smile plastered across his grey faceplates, blue optics glowing with eagerness. He said something to him, most likely a spicy remark about his immaculate skills as a Prime soon-to-be Flyer on a battlefield taking place in an outer space. Those jovial antics made Megatron roll his optics, after which he turned an Autobot around with a smirk and (lightly) shoved him forward in direction of a main hangar, where they would join other members of a boarding party.Ā 
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Itā€™s been a while since both mechs disappeared out of the view of Triplechanger, leaving him to his own devices. The grey and violet mech was in a middle of cleaning a working bench when he received a call.Ā 
ā€œHey, Blitzwing!ā€ A booming voice of Bulkhead sounded clearly over the comlink, only interrupted by periodic screeching of metal against metal in a background. ā€œAre you and Bumblebee finished by any chance?ā€
ā€œFortune is on your side this time, my artistic friend, - Megatronā€™s already picked your yellow menace up.ā€ Warframe answered while putting instruments into their designated slots. ā€œWhatā€™s the matter?ā€Ā 
ā€œLugnut and I would really appreciate it, if you joined us with loading ammo on a ship - these electromagnetic emitters are putting a strain even on him. Optimus is already helping us by operating a crane, but I donā€™t think itā€™s enough for everything to be finished on time.ā€ A green Autobot admitted guiltily. When Blitzwing was about to say something, he added: ā€œOne more thing: Optimus said that heā€™d like to discuss a plan of an attack with you again afterwards - something about an established route through an asteroid field doesnā€™t click right with him.ā€œ
Of course it didnā€™t. But Blitzwing could hardly blame him for being extra cautious. Truth be told, heā€™d expected an ex-cadet to contact him sooner or later in order to go through a plan one more time. Meaning, thereā€™s really no point for him to act getting annoyed at a prospect of doing an additional work during a current shift.Ā 
ā€œAlright. Seems that by helping you Iā€™m going to kill two cats with one stone, so, count me in.ā€
ā€œItā€™s ā€œtwo birdsā€, Blitzwing,ā€ Bulkhead corrected him with an audible smile. ā€œAnyways, Iā€™ll be waiting for you at an entrance 4-06. Thank you.ā€
With that being said, the bulky Autobot hung up the call, leaving a Warframe alone with his own thoughts, smiling to himself while cleaning the last of used tools from grease and oil.Ā 
Many things have changed since the beginning of a new cycle of War, for better and for worse. With the amount of mechs switching sides and betraying their causes, sometimes it was easier to assume, that all around you were enemies rather than to hope you had at least someone to rely on.Ā 
Yet, despite every obstacle Outcast Autobots and Earth-stranded Decepticons had to go through so far, the newly formed squad of theirs was a proof that some things stayed the same. That Camaraderie still had a value in an ever treacherous world. And Blitzwing had a feeling that no matter what lied ahead of them, the old healed bonds and recently blossomed onesĀ would stand the test of time.
As if coming to an internal agreement with himself, the Triplechanger shook his helm and finally headed to an agreed upon place of meeting with his unlikely comrades, while silently humming a tune Bumblebee taught him once.
Perhaps, an Autobot known as Prowl was right after all?
Perhaps, it was indeed the right time to start having Faith and Trust in teammates once more?
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akiiame-blog Ā· 9 months ago
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Annoying ways that people view the Mario series and characters Part 2
I think perhaps the biggest misconception that really irritates me is how "Peach rejects Mario and abandons him on the moon at the end of Mario Odyssey."
Especially because that latter part can be easily proven false if you just watched the ending.
People act as if this is the last frame of that endingā€”
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When it actually ends on Mario making that jump towards the Odysseyā€”
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Peach even calls out to Mario and says, "Let's go home!" It's clear she wasn't planning on abandoning the guy.
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Now I can hear you say, "But she takes off so quickly!! Before Mario can even get on!! Why does she do that if she wasn't gonna abandon him, huh????"
I believe Peach's intention was to abandon Bowser, not Mario. If she were to wait until Mario got on the Odyssey, then Bowser would've been able to hop on as well, with him being so close behind.
Peach wanted to avoid that, and she was confident in Mario's abilities to be able to jump onto the ship, especially with the moon's gravity helping him.
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Now, in regards to "Peach rejecting Mario", there's a couple of annoying ways people took this.
First, people act as if this is a permanent rejection; that this is it for their relationship. They're not getting together ever, it's done, stop shipping Mario and Peach, yadda yadda.
Y'all, just because Peach got a bit upset at Mario's impulsive actions, that does not mean that Mario and Peach's relationship is ruined.
I'm sure there have been times where y'all got upset at a friend or a significant other, but you guys' relationship stayed intact.
It's the same thing here. Especially given how, as soon as she walked onto the Odyssey, Peach took a deep breath, turned around with a smile, and called out to Mario. It can be easily assumed that there were no hard feelings, and that she was able to forgive him.
Another annoying interpretation is: "Peach is SUCH a bitch for rejecting Mario like that!!! How dare she not devote her entire life to him after all he did!!!"
No. My man screwed up here.
He was impulsive and did not consider the possibility that he might've been overwhelming Peach. It was a presentation of Mario's biggest flaw.
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In fact, I think this highlights some insecurity on Mario's end. If he was really so sure of he and Peach's relationship, he wouldn't have freaked out like that. But maybe that's just me.
Point is, Peach is not to blame here. Stop calling her a bitch for standing up for herself; the one thing that people have been wanting her to do for YEARS??
Been realizing just how much unnecessary shit Peach gets from people, my god.
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actual-changeling Ā· 1 year ago
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Welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner - although today it is less unhinged and more of a watertight analysis.
What I am about to present you is something most people have probably already noticed, but it has been three months and I still lose my mind while going through the final fifteen frame by frame (which is a normal thing normal people like us do, right? right).
You literally cannot convince me my following meta is wrong, and the only person whose criticism I will accept on this post is Michael Sheen and Michael Sheen ONLY. If you're not Michael Sheen (hi Michael Sheen who probably has a secret tumblr account) then your guess is as good as mine, though again, I think mine is solid.
So.
We all love and hate Aziraphale's "I forgive you", but what I find even more painful is the fact that before that he almost said "I love you". Then he stops himself and changes it, and the amount of micro-expressions on his face as he makes that decision is my current cause of death.
Here's the clip as evidence #1, and while it can definitely support itself, let's dive into the pain a little more, shall we?
One important thing I noticed is that Aziraphale doesn't look at Crowley while he stutters his way through his initial reaction. He blinks up at him for a few frames before averting his eyes again and only holds eye contact after the almost-confession (from here on referred to as IL-).
This is Aziraphale holding eye contact with Crowley (left) vs. him looking away (right):
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The frame on the left is from the I forgive you (IFY) part of the scene, the other one from right before IL-. If we go through the above clip little by little we will find that he avoids Crowley's face the entire time and his gaze slips further and further down, which I interpret as him overthinking/trying to come up with something to respond to this entire situation.
He is overwhelmed and surprised, caught between his two main desires: Crowley and being a Good Angel.
Combing through the frames, we can actually nail down exactly when Aziraphale first makes eye contact before the IL- and when he stops. Keep the above comparison in mind! The angle is slightly different because his chin is lower and he straightens up throughout the scene.
So! This is where he starts looking at Crowley:
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And this is where he stops:
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Hard to see? Let's zoom in on his eyes (numbers are the file names):
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Now, you might ask me "Alex, this is all fine, although a bit insane, but why is any of this important?"
Because, fellow tumblr user and good omens enthusiast, I think that looking at Crowley is what changes his mind about what to say.
He doesn't look at him -> about to confess his feelings.
He looks at him -> says the absolutely worst possible thing.
Partly to hurt him because they're both lashing out at each other during this argument, but he looks at Crowley, looks at the person that just kissed him, that told him they could have been an us, that wants him and has always wanted him, screw everyone else.
He looks at Crowley and he wants to say l love you but then what? Once he says those words, he can't leave. He just can't.
We have to remember that they have existed within a complicated dance, a game that they have been playing for centuries without ever telling each other what that game actually is, what the rules are - because they couldn't. It was based entirely on trust and knowing the other person well enough to play it safe.
Crowley just flipped the playing board. Nothing is the way it should be, he is refusing to do their dance, refusing to play. He is looking at him and daring him to stop trying to put the pieces back on the board. The only thing neither of them has done yet is actually say I love you out loud.
Saying those words would mean stepping away from the playing board and acknowledging the room they have been playing in. It would mean saying fuck you to heaven, yes, but it would also force Aziraphale to finally define himself outside of the role he has been playing for both Crowley and heaven, and he isn't ready for that yet.
Additionally, there is the fear and/or knowledge (depending on what else the Metatron might have said or done that we did not see) that heaven will retaliate against him and Crowley if he disobeys them now, and he does not want to risk that either.
All that is what, in my opinion, happens in his head when he averts his eyes and interrupts himself. I do kinda what to make a whole different post about his facial expressions leading up to the IFY, so I will end this one with one more bit of pain.
Ready?
Firstly, the face he makes when he makes his decision.
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Look at the tight line of his lips, the pain etched into his face, the pure pain in his eyes.
This is the face of someone who knows exactly how badly he is going to hurt Crowley and himself. This is an apology, an I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, this hurts me as much as it hurts you. I'm sorry but I have to.
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And then he winces afterwards. I don't know about you, but this is exactly the kind of face I make when I'm emotionally torturing myself with my own thoughts. For the final blow, please look at the picture very, very closely, especially the last frame, because Aziraphale isn't just sorry and he isn't just in pain.
Aziraphale is scared because he knows* that he might lose Crowley over this. He knows that saying I forgive you is (almost) unforgivable. He KNOWS.
He does it anyway because he will lose Crowley either way but he'd rather have him alive and hating him than dead.
With that I am concluding today's unhinged meta corner, thank you for your attention and you're welcome for the pain.
Also: If you want to call me a 'tin hatter' or insane or otherwise make fun of me - this is very much a girl, what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament moment because you read my meta post all the way to the end. <3
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*authors note: what Aziraphale thinks he knows and what is actually real is not the same thing but that's a different post
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christinesficrecs Ā· 8 months ago
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Hi Christine, I know this is a long shot but long story short - lost my saves file a while ago and cannot find many of most favourite fics, I have countless quotes saved from them. I am sharing some with you in hopes people recognise the fics they're from if you post this. I will love you forever.
Derekā€™s first kiss in four years tastes like fresh-squeezed orange juice and makes his stomach flip like the drop in a rollercoaster. Stiles holds him close like heā€™s thanking him.
About the summer he spent in Ireland because there were pictures of his mom posed in various tourist sites at Dublin and Dingle and the Giantā€™s Causeway--places that he wanted to experience personally since he never got to ask her first-hand.
Derek looked at him for a moment, and wow, okay, this was why people wrote songs about love and painted pictures and wrote poetry, because he was pretty sure that he was falling in love with Derek Hale if only because of the guy's beautiful eyes and earnest expressions and his everything. God.
In some ways Stiles has done a lot of growing up since then, but a part of him thinks heā€™ll always be that scrawny, ridiculous kid at heart, whose greatest joys in life were Froot Loops, cheesy disco tunes, and masturbation.
Stiles gets back from his year abroad in Hungary with more muscles and the first of his tattoos, a knotted rope that runs the length of his spine.
Hey, Derek, can you do me a solid? Nothing serious, just, you know, screw my brains out, thatā€™s all.
He meets Stilesā€™ gaze from where he's leaning against the back wall, his eyes catching glints of light amid the shadows. Certain people are just meant to live under the open sky.
Whatever he says afterwards, whatever happens between them, there will always be this, the long late afternoon with the sun skidding red in the west, and he will always know what Stiles looked like the first time someone filled him up to the hilt. There are no acrobatics. Nothing fancy happens. Derek feels like the ocean breaking helplessly on the shore, the tide rising, spilling him over.
thereā€™s something about the shape of him, the way heā€™s huge and solid and beautiful and always thirty seconds away from admitting total defeat that rubs Stiles raw and tender.
ā€œPeople are so exhausting,ā€ he murmurs, and Stiles is glad to know it: that he isnā€™t people, that he counts as a kind of between places, maybe even as home.
Updating with the ones that magv1 found. Thank you!!!
Hot Single Dad Derek Hale by WhoNatural | 13.3K | Explicit
Wherein Derek is a Hot Single Dad, possibly with a little case of martyrdom, and Stiles is the newest client at his publishing house who really just wants to make him happy. Preferably while they're both naked.
^^^^^ #1 & 2
But Then What... by Stoney | 24.3K | Explicit
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him.
Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.
^^^^^ #3
My Life is not a Horror Movie, Derek by DiscontentedWinter | 38.9K | Explicit
Stiles keeps dreaming of people in robes with knives. With chanting. In Latin. And he mentioned the knives, right? That can't be good.
^^^^^ #4
i need your sway by thatworldinverted | 11.1K | Explicit
Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There havenā€™t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.
What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.
^^^^^ #6
Sucker Love by whiskey_in_tea | 17.9K | Explicit
Kate sits up and narrows her eyes at him. ā€œPage 72,ā€ she says. ā€œWhy I Plan to Wait, by Stiles Stilinski.ā€
The spread is hilariously cliched: a full page picture of a pale, pretty boy with a wide-eyed blonde girl walking on the beach, the two of them holding hands and staring into the waves, probably thinking wistfully of the sex they arenā€™t having. Derek skims the text briefly. ā€œSpeaking up about the importance of virginity!ā€ he exclaims. ā€œReclaiming chastity a a masculine virtue. Our friend Stiles sure is brave.ā€
ā€œSee, I was thinking he might make an interesting challenge,ā€ Kate says lazily. ā€œAnd heā€™s surprisingly attractive, donā€™t you think? Such long fingers. And thatĀ mouth.ā€
^^^^^ #8
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the-writer-arrived Ā· 1 year ago
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At Your Service, Master
Synopsis: you stand in front of your lover in a rather... unexpected outfit. how does he react?
Character: diluc ragnvindr.
Warnings: afab!fem!reader; not full on smut, but borderlining it LMAO; established relationship (marriage).
A/N: another diluc brainrot provided by a certain friend of mine. i might make another version of this for wriothesley, but idk.
<<This work has adult themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.>>
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You have no idea how long you've been staring at the door of Diluc's office, but it's probably been quite a lot time already.
You're torn between grasping at the earlier boldness that made you wear this skimpy outfit or letting the embarrasment consume you and give up on this whole 'seducing my husband to make him pay attention to me' plan.
Honestly, you've never once imagined yourself wearing something so revealing like this: the top hugs your figure perfectly, but it barely covers your chest with such a low cut; the skirt? The tiniest piece of cloth you've ever seen! In what world would that be considered a 'maid' outfit?!
You try not to think too much about the knowing wink Adelinde sent you when she gave you the package, and then basically banned everyone from being around Master Diluc's office for the rest of the day.
...
'Screw it, I already got this far.'
You knock on the door, gathering as much courage as possible, before you step inside the room.
Inside, you see your beloved husband, who you haven't seen in a good while despite living under the same roof and sharing the same bed. His complexion bears clear signs of fatigue and stress, which you fear he may been neglecting his well-being.
"Leave the documents at the pile over there, Elzer. I shall take a look at them in a minute."
The tiredness is also present in his voice and the way his eyes don't leave the papers before him.
"I didn't come here to deliver documents, though."
If you weren't so nervous, you would have laughed at the myriad of emotions your lover expressed in less than a second. The deep frown faded the moment he recognized your melodic voice, empty gaze lighting up like the stars and the warm smile growing on his lips freeze in place when he finally looks at you.
Knowing how shy the man can be, especially regarding his beatiful wife, you were certain Diluc would be red as a tomato when you show up in front of him, in an outfit far more revealing than anything you've wore before. Much to your surprise, however, he isn't. In fact, he's staring so intensely at you that you begin to second guess if that was a good idea.
Before you could say anything, your husband gets up from his seat, taking slow steps towards your form. His red eyes roam your body from head to toe, taking in every single detail (including the way your breathing seems quicker than normal and that delightful blush on your cheeks).
He stops behind you, his hands itching to touch the most valuable treasure in his life, but not before asking for your permission. He leans close, so very close to your ear that you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath and the sound of his voice (which is slightly shaky, as if he's trying desperately to hold himself back from pouncing on his beloved).
"May I touch you, my love?"
You swallow your nervousness, licking your dry lips before you quietly speak the words that you're sure will flip his switch.
"You may do whatever you want with me, Master."
With a curse word under his breath, Diluc's lips latch on your neck, strong arms pulling your body against his.
Did you change your perfume or has it been that long that he doesn't even recall your scent? Regardless of which is the truth, right here, right now, his focus is solely on you, you, you.
Your scent, your warmth, your softness, by the archons, he has missed you so much.
You're glad to be in your husband's hold, otherwise your shaky legs wouldn't be able to keep you upright for long.
His lips leaving hickeys that won't be easily covered, his right hand massaging your breast while his left one travels to between your thighs, a finger rubbing your pussy through your damp panties...
It's too much, far too much. But also not nearly enough.
Diluc groans, hiding his face further into your neck, when he feels your rear rubbing on his clothed erection, which only causes you to moan more.
"...Tell me you're free for the rest of the day."
He holds your chin to make you look at him and his state leaves you even wetter: pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair messed up from your hand playing with it... Fuck, you need this man right now.
"Yes... I'm at your service for the whole day, Master Diluc..."
Your words barely leave your mouth and you're suddenly being carried to the office's couch, your kind master ready to reward his new maid.
(Despite the door not being locked, no one at the Dawn Winery dares to interrupt the very important and much needed private time of their Mr. & Mrs. Ragnvindr...)
(Although some servants create bets if they will soon hear news of their lady having an heir after today).
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stirthewaters Ā· 1 year ago
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A little drabble for my lovelies while Iā€™m writing. This has been stuck in my drafts for like a year and a half and I lost motivation so go nuts. This could possibly be a TSTT au?
Sleep
Word count: maybe 500 idk
Warnings: uhhh sickies
Pairing: Wednesday x Reader
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You're sick. Not just your average run-of-the-mill, common cold sick either. You're sick. You have a high fever, and the worst chills you've ever experienced in your life. Luckily for you, you have someone to take care of you. And it's the person everyone would least expect.
Wednesday Addams; your girlfriend, had 'begrudgingly' agreed to take care of you, but you knew otherwise. You could tell from the way that she would sit by your bedside for hours at night, watching you to make sure you actually slept, that she did in fact care, despite her claims. Her twist on this was this; you were her partner. She needed you to get better simply because not only did Enid miss your sickening presence in their shared dorm, but you were missing classes, as well as having the worst self-care she'd ever seen. Wednesday repeatedly told herself this; not that it was because just the sight of you sitting in bed looking pale and helpless made her dark heart twist. Sure, she was your girlfriend, but the need to take care of you and make you better makes her miserable. So it wasn't too bad.
Most of the time she didn't need to be there; you took your pills when needed, drank plenty of water, and got rest. You should've been fine. What she didn't expect was for your fever to somehow get worse.
The fact that you had a lack of self-care already made her want to snap at you, to make you admit to yourself that you needed to get better. That you needed to take some responsibility. That you mattered.
But for the most part, she just told you to take your pills, rest, and eat the soup that she would bring occasionally. It wasn't too bad, since most of the time you were reasonable and compliant.
But tonight, Wednesday simply could not tolerate you.
You woke from fever, grimacing and head swimming; deliria was the most common symptom these nights. You take a minute to drink in your surroundings. You had been moved to Wednesday's dorm a couple of nights ago; she had claimed that it was because you couldn't be trusted alone, but you knew otherwise.
Your vision was screwed up too; all peripheral vision was out the window, and dots flashed in your vision every time you moved.
Had you been thinking normally, you would've gone back to sleep.
But with a 103 degree fever, and delirium sinking faster than the Titanic, you only have one thought. One need. Water. You turn to the nightstand, but only a small bottle of Tylenol sits there. And no water? Grimacing with frustration and pain, you slowly peel back the hot covers, letting out a faint sigh of relief at the coolness that encompassed your flushed skin. You were wearing...Wednesday's pajamas? The material was surprisingly soft, and black. Typical. You looked around for Wednesday, assuming she'd be in the room, but she was nowhere to be found. Enid isn't present either. Odd.
You slowly push your way out of the bed, body shaking from being too hot and cold all at once. Your nerves feel alive. Tumbling as soon as your legs try to hold your weight, you let out a startled and hoarse cry, cursing softly as you find yourself face down on the floorboards.
You push yourself upwards, groaning with pain and dizziness to find yourself face to face with Wednesday, looking at you with her typical deadpan that is laced slightly with annoyance. "In bed. Now." Normally you'd oblige to this request; you've known not to get on Wednesday's bad side. But the delirium is refusing to allow you to see common knowledge, and you sit there on the dorm floor, frowning slightly as if trying to remember who she is. "What?"
Sighing with frustration, Wednesday grabs your wrist, hauling you onto your feet. Shaking, you find yourself leaning on her so much that she almost stumbles, but she regains her footing quickly and pinches her eyebrows together. "Y/N." Turning your head to look at her, you shake your head slightly, pulling away from her, though her grip is too tight. Not painful, just tight. As if to ground you. "I have to...I need the um..." You're stammering now; you needed something. What was it again? That's why you had woken up, wasn't it? Looking mildly upset, you try to pull back again, but she simply sighs, as if this has happened before (which it most certainly has), and pushes you gently back onto her bed, though there is a bit of annoyance to the action. "Go back to sleep, now.ā€
You let out a delirious groan, not budging as you once more tried to leave the bed, only to be met with yet another refusal.
ā€œYour fever is whatā€™s affecting your common sense right now, you need to rest.ā€ Wednesdays voice was tinged with irritation now as she placed a cold hand on your chest, making you flinch as she pushed you down into the covers. ā€œI shall have no other choice than to watch you like a petulant child if you cannot refrain from disobedience.ā€
Your eyes were glazed, she could tell that there was simply nothing going on behind them. She couldnā€™t blame you; you were making it hard for yourself to heal and that was the issue at hand.
The Addams took a seat on her chair, watching you lay limply in her bed. If any good came out of this it would be the opportunity to scold you, which you absolutely deserved.
Her eyes never left you the whole night.
(Requests are open now, go shoot me some requests and Iā€™ll crank them out. āœŠ)
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cherriegyuu Ā· 1 year ago
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breaking point | yjh
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pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader genre: angst word count: 1.5k a/n: something to celebrate jeonghan's birthday, who even writes angst as birthday present?
this is part of my series,Ā seventeen as songs from lover (ts)
Jeonghan āž AfterglowThis ultraviolet morning light below Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh ā†³ Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end.
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The sound of the door closing still echoed through your mind. It had been hours since Jeonghan left but you were still sitting in the same spot, eyes locked on the door as if he was going to burst through at any second.Ā 
You knew that he wasn't. At that moment you didnā€™t even know if you'd ever see Jeonghan again. He was so angry when he left, rightfully so.Ā 
All of your fights had been rational ones, both of you would calm down for a little a while before talking again. The screaming matches weren't something either of you were into but your fights had never gotten that big before. Not even once.Ā 
It seemed as if the one thing you had always been afraid of finally came to light.Ā 
You and Jeonghan weren't well matched, you were too different. From the way you were raised to the way you saw the world.Ā 
Jeonghan had an almost romantic view of everything around him. While he was one to play an infinite amount of pranks on his friends, he was never overly mean about it ā€“ if he was mean at all ā€“, and those pranks only happened because he wanted to win whichever game they were playing. To him, because he wasn't someone who would intentionally hurt anyone, it was hard to understand why someone would. And while you thought that was beautiful, that trace of naivety, you also saw it as infuriating.
So when a coworker went over him, and claimed Jeonghan's project as his own, you couldn't hold back the petty I told you he would do that to you. Because you had in fact talked to Jeonghan so many times about it. However, Jeonghan didn't seem to see it, at all.
"I don't think we should be having this conversation right now" he sighed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.Ā 
He was tired and stressed, the last thing he needed was to hear those words from you. Especially when all he wanted the entire day was to get to you, rest his head over your thighs while you played with his hair.
But you didn't seem to see it or you didn't care, he wasn't too sure.Ā 
"This is the exact moment we should be having this conversation because when morning comes you'll just forget about this feeling and you'll let him or any other idiot out there do the same thing to youĀ  again"
Jeonghan couldn't help the distressed groan that left him. He hated how the whole situation sounded like a joke coming from your lips, how you had this little spark in your eyes ā€” as if you were enjoying his misery.
"You can't possibly be angry at me," you said "I told you again and again that he was an asshole, that he would screw you over the second he got the chance. Like always, you didn't listen. The world isn't this great place, Jeonghan. Your friends are awesome but the world is actually really shitty and, apparently, you're the only that doesn't fucking see it"
He shook his head at you and stood up. Jeonghan pushed his feet inside his shoes and opened the other.
"You're leaving?"
"You know, the most rational part of my brain told me not to come here today" he scoffed, voice slightly rising "Because I knew you'd pull this shit and this was the last thing I needed"
You stood up but didn't dare to move an inch closer to him.
"I didn't do anything!"
"I wanted to be comforted!" he all but screamed "I had an awful day and all I wanted, all I needed, was for you to tell me that everything was going to be okay, that maybe I could talk with my boss and show him that it was actually me who did all the work. But you decided that what I needed was to remember feeling like shit"
All of your neighbors could probably hear the fighting. Jeonghan held the door open, chest heaving in evident distress.Ā Ā 
"Please let me know when you find my girlfriend, because whoever this is" he waved his handĀ  in your direction "isn't her"
He slammed the door shut behind him, hard enough that you felt the windows shake.Ā 
It had been over three hours since Jeonghan left and the only difference was that you sat back down. You couldn't move or anything else.Ā 
While you were talking with him, you knew that you were pushing him too far, saying more than you should. It wasn't the time, everything was wrong. Yet, you couldn't stop the words from coming out.
You knew that you were projecting. That there was no real reason for you to be acting that way, Jeonghan did nothing and was right, all he needed was comfort. And maybe it was your own insecurities talking, your shit month at work, how although you told him otherwise you always behaved just like him and your coworkers were throwing their work at you and did nothing about it. The you acted with Jeonghan was the way you should have reacted at your own job but the words simply died on your lips whenever they were around.
You grabbed your phone from the couch, it was almost two in the morning. You knew Jeonghan was probably home by then but still, you wanted to make sure. Touching your phone a few times, you called Seungkwan.
"Is he home yet?" you asked as soon as the line connected.
"Hello to you too" you could picture Seungkwan rolling his eyes ā€œand yes, heā€™s homeā€
Silence followed. You didnā€™t have anything else to say and you knew Seungkwan was probably a little angry at you. His voice had a little edge to it. You knew Jeonghan, he probably didnā€™t say anything to his roommate, but it was written all over his face that you had gotten into a fight.Ā 
ā€œShould I leave the door unlocked?ā€ Seungkwan asked with a sigh.
Finally, your eyes filled with tears and you let out a sob. The tears refused to fall since Jeonghan left. The tightness in your throat was so unbearable that it was a wonder you managed to say those four words tho Seungkwan.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t cry, fix itā€ he said before ending the call.
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On your way to Jeonghanā€™s place, your mind was racing. The darkest part of your brain took over and made you believe that your relationship had come to an end, that the fight had been so bad that you had finally reached a point of no return. It took everything in you to not ask the driver to take you back home.Ā 
There was only one way you could ever find out if it was actually over.Ā 
Like he said, Seungkwan left the door unlocked and was kind enough to keep the lights on in the living room. Locking the door behind you, you used your phone as a guide to Jeonghanā€™s room at the end of the hallway.Ā 
You opened the door quietly, to not startle him or his roommate.Ā 
Jeonghan had his back turned to the door, body curled into a small ball. You got into bed behind him, legs adjusting to his and you wrapped your arm around his waist, forehead pressed to back.
Jeonghanā€™s body stiffened for a second and then relaxed once he realized it was you.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m sorry,ā€ you said before he could say anything ā€œI donā€™t know why I said those things, why I didnā€™t just hug you and say that it was going to be okay, that we could find a way to fix itā€
Jeonghan turned on the bed, now facing you. The room was so dark you could barely make out the shape of his body, even after your eyes had gotten used to the lack of light.
ā€œI need you to understand limits, yn. Sometimes you just keep pushing and pushing, and you donā€™t notice when the other person is at their limitā€
His voice was low, a mixture of sleep and resentment.Ā 
ā€œAnd I end up hurting the people I love the most,ā€ you said quietly, you ran your hand up from his chest to his neck. It wasnā€™t sexual in any way, you just needed to feel him as much as possible, needed him to understand that you meant every word that you said ā€œIā€™m really sorry. I donā€™t want to give you excuses, I just want to apologize. I donā€™t want to hurt you, ever. All I want to do is to love you, show you all the bright and beautiful places in the world. Always. Foreverā€
Jeonghan held your face and kissed your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. He tucked your head on the crock of his neck and for a second it was so easy to lose yourself in him.
ā€œSleep now, love. We can talk more in the morningā€Ā 
He hugged you tightly and that was enough to give you hope that maybe there was still some part of your relationship that could be saved.Ā 
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carnivalcarriondiscarded Ā· 9 months ago
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On The Topic Of Eddie.
First of all, heā€™s completely fucked. Heā€™s screwed. Iā€™ve said it a thousand times and Iā€™ll say it again: Iā€™ve never seen a character more doomed by the narrative.Ā 
Second, Eddieā€™s halloween costume was Frankensteinā€™s Monster. And pray tell, what was the Monsterā€™s whole thing? That heā€™s betrayed by his own creator, rejected / attacked by the town, deeply misunderstood & interpreted as a violent beast despite being well-read and helpful/benevolent. There are some interesting ties there - especially with the Misunderstood Despite Being Well-Read (switch out violent beast with forgetful klutz and itā€™s a perfect fit). That, plus Eddieā€™s description of ā€œ...brought back from the deadā€¦ by the scientistā€¦ stitchesā€¦ a deathly pallorā€¦ a bit of a moral conundrumā€¦ā€
Take that and add it to how Eddie resembles the ā€œnightā€ side of the clocks (this will be expanded upon with Sally in a different post), and how @/theneighborhoodwatch once pointed out that the color purple is only shown in relation to Eddie & may represent secrets, how in livestream trivia it was implied that Eddie doesnā€™t sleep at night as he is a ā€œbusy guyā€, and how Sallyā€™s ā€œmonsterā€ only comes out at night and likely isnā€™t a monster at all - she is dramatic, an embellisher, and said to present things that she herself doesnā€™t know / is uncertain of As Fact, or at least present them as if she knows exactly what sheā€™s talking about (even when she doesnā€™t and knows it).Ā 
Another tidbit that I may have mentioned but Iā€™ll bring it up again: Eddieā€™s eyelashes match the scalloped trim under Homeā€™s windows. Three round curves.Ā 
As an additional tally in the ā€œEddie is soooo fucked <3ā€ scoreboard, Eddie is the mailman in a story where one of the first things we knew to be actually happening was the WHRP receiving letters of Welcome Home media (now Iā€™m not saying Eddie sent them, certainly not. He may or may not have had a hand in helping with the delivery, but what I mean with this is how it ties in symbolically/abstractly/thematically.) That plus the red envelope, the general unfolding delivery themeā€¦ Eddie even has a holiday explicitly associated with him - Mail-In Time Day.Ā 
Then thereā€™s the fact that Eddie tends to express Knowledge and a more worldly disposition, in a way. Despite Frank being mentioned as the neighborhood ā€œintellectualā€, and he is so with facts, Eddie seems to have a deeper well ofā€¦ letā€™s say cultural know-how. Pair that with how his bio is the only one to say/imply that he comes from elsewhere, that heā€™s been Around. Everyone else came from their family or donā€™t have a stated before, but Eddie? He was strongly implied to have delivered to a lot of different places - this is made into a running gag, but we all know a running gag for the Show has deeper implications and meanings.Ā 
And the fact that his genuine knowledge as well as his past are consistently dismissed and/or played off for laughsā€¦
IMPORTANT NOTE FOR THIS NEXT BIT: I CANNOT FIND THE OG ASK OUTSIDE OF SCREENSHOTS SO TAKE ALL OF THIS WITH A MASSIVE GRAIN OF SALT, AS THERE IS THE POSSIBILITY THAT THE ASK WAS FROM PRE-2021 AND SO - ALONG WITH THIS SPEC CHUNK - IT MAY BE NULL & VOID. BUT IT ALSO MAY NOT BE! SO Iā€™LL TALK.
A while back - this is related I swear - there was an ask Clown answered where they talked about some of his notes on Eddie. The first part that I want to point out is how apparently Eddie is a good source for information (specifically How-To), but despite being talkative he doesnā€™t share unless prodded for it. This directly relates to the above points.Ā 
Then thereā€™s the one I really want to talk about - how Clown says that ā€œHe [Eddie] has a great deal of precision for someone who presents themselves as a semi-clumsy busybody!ā€Ā 
That single line made me insane, personally. First, the wording. The choice of saying presents themselves as instead of something like for someone who is. Thereā€™s an obvious discrepancy between his precision and clumsiness. Now I donā€™t doubt that he may be a tad accident-prone, but what if Eddie is dialing up the clumsy nature to disarm his Neighbors / craft a specific reputation for himself / give himself leeway in other areas.Ā 
On one hand, this is suspicious as fuck.
On the other hand, this is so adhd of him.Ā 
One of the things rarely mentioned about it is how sometimes we adhders will play up our more ā€œuselessā€ traits in order to create a bit of a social safety net. Admittedly, I will sometimes play up my forgetfulness so that a) if i do forget things (truth more often than not), people arenā€™t surprised. b) when i remember things, people are pleasantly surprised. I mean, if people start thinking weā€™re competent then theyā€™ll start Expecting things from us, which is never a good thing!Ā 
And another thing that relates to it that that ask said - Clown says in it that Eddie is slow to anger, but he gets frustrated more easily. Which is fascinating and very relatable. They also said that he canā€™t talk about it without wandering too far, which - if the post is viable - hasā€¦ implications.Ā 
Anyway I am very confident that Eddie is in fact adhd. List of reasons (refer to the wiki trivia Eddie Dear section for sources):
Heā€™s forgetful
He gets so involved with a task and cannot break away until itā€™s finished, thus often making him late
Heā€™s particular
He has a watch - likely to help him keep track of time, implying that he has difficulty with the concept (time blindness!)Ā 
He is very talkative and rambleyĀ 
& seems to have slight difficulty with picking up on social cues telling him when to / when not to speak
Heā€™s slow to anger but more easily frustratedĀ 
Beyond all of this I donā€™t have much to add that I havenā€™t already talked about in a previous post! Iā€™m sure even so Iā€™ve restated some (or a lot of) things - it Happens!Ā 
In conclusion: bbg is so screwed & also adhd <3
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valeovalairs Ā· 1 year ago
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A Riptide AU that I came up with
Some pretty big spoilers for Riptide Episode #109, please donā€™t read further you have been warned.
Okay, I know episode 109 JUST came out, and Niklaus is probably going to fix Chibo, -with a price and conditions blah blah blah most likely but like, hopefully heā€™ll be fine and get his heart backā€¦ hopefully, maybe, I hope heā€™ll be okay- but I had an idea.Ā 
Or more like I came up with an entire AU in my head halfway through the episode as it really started to sink in that Chip is now undead (at least heā€™s not dead dead yk, thought he was for like two seconds). (Mind you I thought of this while things were really starting to seem hopeless and before Niklaus became a possibility.)
Okay first of all, Chip has a bandana that could change his appearance right? Iā€™m pretty sure he still has that right? Thatā€™s going to be important later.
May I present to you: The Legend of the Immortal Riptide Pirate.
So say Chip never gets fixed. Theyā€™re able to successfully leave (idk how but they do) and eventually they escape the Black Sea (maybe theyā€™ve fixed it, that would be great and ideal), but Chip is still undead, and for all they know they canā€™t heal him, heā€™s stuck like that forever. He begins to constantly use the disguise bandana to just look likeĀ himself.Ā Alive. (So no one besides the crew knows heā€™s undead)
The Riptide Pirates keep going, but time passes. Everyone gets older, years go by, and Chip is still the same. He never will change. Heā€™s 19 and he will always look 19. They live their lives. But eventually Chip is the last one (this gets a little sad Iā€™M SORRY). He doesnā€™t take on another crew, and the Riptide Pirates become something of a legend.Ā 
People begin to whisper about the Riptide Pirates, or Pirate. How he mans the ship alone, and some might even say heā€™s immortal, as people from decades ago remember hearing of him. And seeing him. Heā€™s seen occasionally, docking the Albatross, and doing something piratey. Usually he helps people. (I just thought of this I donā€™t have specific details), usually he messes with the Navy and Raft (because they donā€™t die either apparently, so heā€™s made it his mission to screw them over as much as possible)
At this point where the AU really would kick off itā€™s been decades maybe even a whole century or more since the events of Riptide. Thereā€™s a Ferin descendant, and sheā€™s heard stories of her ancestor Jay Ferin, who was apart of the original Riptide Pirates crew, back when there was a crew, and how she sailed with the Legendary Riptide Pirate. Sheā€™s her hero. Her family is trying to rope her into Raft, to send her off like to Navy school or whatever. She wants none of that but they arenā€™t really giving her a choice. So sheā€™s there, probably in All-Port, and sheā€™s trying to come up with a way to get out. She knows her ancestor used to be a Riptide Pirate, and she knows THE Riptide Pirate is still drifting around. So she has an idea. She wants to be a Riptide Pirate. She begins to plan her escape.
Meanwhile, the Undersea had a new Chosen One. Sheā€™s meant to do what the previous Champion didnā€™t do. Sheā€™s completely just for ceremonial purposes, and she isnā€™t actually THE chosen one, there was only one, but the Undersea pretends to have another one because they donā€™t know what else to do- the Elders keep this fact secret. She hates it, but sheā€™s known nothing else. The Undersea decides to show her off, diplomatic stuff (what exactly, Iā€™m not entirely sure atm). Sheā€™s in All-Port and above on land for the first time ever. Itā€™s incredible. And for the first time ever, she sees a way out.Ā 
The day the Champion is in All-Port coincides with the day the Ferin decides to make her break for it, thereā€™s supposed to be a lot of commotion with the Chosen One and Undersea Elders which should help them get away and give them some time. The Ferin gets out and begins to weave her way through the city, heading for the docks. The Champion had got out too, but she hadnā€™t really thought that far ahead and doesnā€™t know where to go or what to do. Sheā€™s just wandering around late at night by herself, clearly lost and a little scared- because she canā€™t get caught she doesnā€™t want to go back. The Champion runs into the Ferin who instantly recognizes them as the Chosen One and is confused and panics a little because what is the chosen one doing here? The chosen one is supposed to be on the other side of the city and being the chosen one and distracting everyone not here. They both realize theyā€™re trying to leave, and after a quick conversation the two of them run off together, because the Riptide Pirate had known the first Chosen One, they had been friends and co-captains. He could help her, help them both get away. He would understand. So they leave.
The Ferin has a small ship that sheā€™d be able to handle herself, or maybe she steals it idk. They go off together. Eventually they dock at one port (Iā€™m thinking Zero- they know from asking around that he frequents Zero) and then they wait. And once they know heā€™s there and docked, they sneak onto his ship.
Chip is very surprised to find the Champion of the Undersea and a Ferin together on the Albatross once again.
(Thatā€™s as far as i thought but I think itā€™s pretty cool- I may or may not work on this some more)
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