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ethecookednoodle · 2 years ago

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Imma be honest, I wasn't sure if I was gonna do a post about my classpect choices for my TrigunxHomestuck AU but I kept rereading Homestuck and started thinking about things and thought "why the hell not?"

Also @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone and @anachronistic-falsehood tags kept going around my head since I saw them, so this is partially because your tags were very nice thank u guys <3

All that being said, this is just gonna cover Vash and Knives because turns out tired as shit me has a lot to say and no self control so I wrote a lot and if I got into why I made Meryl and Wolfwood's classpects what they are in my AU this was gonna be way too damn long, so I'm cutting it.

Anyway, whole ass essay under the keep reading. Keep in mind I wrote this last night when I was very tired and with a raging headache (still haven't recovered from that) so this might be a bit ✨dramatic✨(and also a bit of a character analysis because, like I said, I had a lot to say but not a lot of self control.)

To begin with, I guess the reason I put Knives and Vash as the Lord of Time and Muse of Space respectively has to do with the fact that they remind me of Calliope and Caliborn for obvious reasons. They're twins of an alien species which, while not extinct per se, they're very much alone since either the other members of their species are not quite like them or, in Calliope and Caliborn's case, they are the only one's of their species in a good, universe-sized radius, among other things I’ll get to later.

But aside from that there's the fact that…I don't really see, or can't see, Vash as a Hope player. Like, sure, he's all about hope and believing in a bright future but Hope players have a very black and white way of thinking (see: Eridan and Jake). And Vash doesn’t really see things that way, he's very much aware that there are layers to the issues between humans and plants, but his insistence doesn't just come from a blind hope that maybe things will work themselves out if he believes hard enough. His insistence comes from the fact that he has spent a good amount of his 150 years of life going around No Man's Land and realizing that yes, humans are stupid and can hurt others just for the sake of hurting people, but the vast majority of them that hurt people do it because they've been cornered and are really out of options in the department of survival (see: Wolfwood, Rosa, and pretty much any petty bandit, since they’re not really out for murder but out for fucking money because they gotta eat), and that even if there are people who go out of their way to hurt others for funsies, there's just as much people out there willing to help others out (Meryl, Luida, Brad (even if he’s a prick at the beginning), Rem). It's all about circumstances and Vash knows this, he just acts dumb as a coping mechanism. Him believing things can work out comes from a place of tribute towards Rem and the knowledge that there is a way things can get better as long as it is given the time and space to be worked on (pun not intended). His vision is nuanced and his feelings towards what his brother does are complicated because he knows he has a reason to act the way he does.

Knives either knows there are layers and doesn't care or he hasn't let himself think about them, because otherwise it would shatter his idea that there's only one true ultimate villain (humanity) that must be defeated in order to attain peace, which the latter is what probably goes through his mind. And this is oversimplifying his point of view, because his disregard of human issues come from the fear of seeing Tesla's body all fucked up by humans on a relatively peaceful environment and thinking that if he doesn’t do something quick they might be next, or more specifically, that Vash will be next. If anything, Knives actually fits better as a Hope player than Vash does. He believes plants to be superior and humans the trash of creation, and thus, he must do what’s right in order to protect what he loves. It might also be because all of the Hope players we see also have this…weird way of seeing themselves as the greatest heroes in their fucked-up/stupid stories, and also because two of them are big, self absorbed assholes. Even Jake is his own kind of self absorbed asshole. One would argue that could be said of Vriska and Meenah as well, but the difference is that they actually have ground to stand on. They say they’re the shit not just for the sake of saying it, they can actually back up that claim. What I’m trying to say is that Knives sees himself as a savior to his species while failing to see that in the process he’s hurting the one person he swore to protect while also subjecting the plants and his brother to become a means to producing his “paradise”, essentially enslaving them, just as humans would have done. And if he does see it, then he justifies it by saying “there’s no other way.” Which, to be honest, reminds me a lot of Eridan in the sense that he, as the Prince of Hope, decided all hopes of beating Jack and bringing back their people were lost, so he decided to destroy the matriorb and go on a murderous rampage. It’s a very “all or nothing” mentality, which is exactly what happens with Knives. He fails to see (or decides no to see) the layers and the nuance of the situation and refuses to listen to any kind of argument against his belief. Because, let’s be real for a hot second here, when was the last time Knives really tried to hear Vash out instead of brushing him off and telling him he’s being delusional/he’s sick and needs to wake up? And by the time he actually listens to Vash when they’re flying up into space, it’s in this high-stress, very emotional moment because he’s trying not to blow a city up. But I digress.

All that being said, I don’t really think the Hope aspect fits Knives either.

The reason I think Time and Space fit the twins so much is because of the fact that the aspects seem to encompass the rest to some extent. They’re, to quote the wiki, “the two basic fabrics of reality” which means that without them, nothing else can exist. It’s why every successful Sburb session needs to have a Time and Space player. And if you think about it, it makes sense. For example, Space seems to be similar to the Hope aspect in the sense that their players have a very strong hold on their beliefs, they also resemble the Light aspect because their players also seem to be very knowledgeable (to some extent, i.e: the messages in the clouds in Skia and how Space players seemed to be the ones that paid the most attention to them) about stuff other aspects are not, and of course, it also has a strong relationship with the Life aspect, since it’s the Space player’s duty to breed and care for the frog that will eventually become the new universe in which life will proliferate (and not to mention, all space players have been somewhat related to life, with Jade being a botanist, Kanaya and Porrim being in charge of bringing back trollkind and Calliope being fascinated by the lives of other beings (i.e: trolls and humans) in general, despite her kind being extremely asocial). And the same can be said of the Time aspect: it’s related to death, this of course being a direct relation to the Doom aspect, the Time and Heart aspect seem to share this ability to become splintered (one with time loops and the other via soul splinters), and even though it’s more of a reach, you could say Time and Rage have relation because of the fact that both seem to be related to destruction (although the instances we’ve seen the aspect being used are by destructive classes, that’s why I say it’s more of a reach). I put very specific things as examples, but with the exception of the life and death thing (and maybe the Heart aspect thing), I think the things the Time and Space aspects encompass of other aspects are on a spectrum, and may even vary from player to player.

Obviously, all of the above is more my personal speculation than anything else, but that aside, now that I finally got to the point in my re-read of Homestuck where I’m reacquainted enough with Calliope that I understand why I think her and Vash are similar. And wouldn’t you guess it, it has to do with the fact that they were hoping for their brothers to change. Like, to be fair, in Calliope’s case, she was straight-up lying to herself, but again, to be fair, this stemmed from the fact that she had hope the game would help them understand each other and…well, you can see where I’m going with this. Vash hoped his brother would change, even if deep down he knew he wouldn’t, or at the very least, he wouldn’t change without things going south first. And it wasn’t until things started to go very south where they, both Calliope (the version that overpowered Caliborn) and Vash decided it was enough and sprung into action. I am well aware that the brother thing can also be applied to Knives and to his situation, but you get what I’m saying.

If I wanted to go through the Caliborn and Knives comparison, then I would point out that Knives, as far as I can tell, was never squeamish about killing (at least not after the Tesla incident), and sees it as something necessary in order to make sure his plans come to fruition. That being said, I think the other thing I would point out is how driven he is. To quote the wiki yet again, Time players “value action over passive acceptance” and “tend to value the destination over the journey”, and what is Knives if not someone with a huge drive to make his dreams of a peaceful paradise for him, his brother and the rest of his kind come true, even it comes at the expense of the human race and the happiness, free will and general freedom of his brother and his kind. Since day one he’s been scheming and finding ways to make things happen, and I don’t know about you guys, but I think at the very least the amount of research he put on to Vash’s powers and how to unlock his gate despite how unbelievably limited the data on Independents were, without actually having Vash captive for 150 to study him is very impressive (and kind of (very) scary). But that’s where the similarities with them end, at the end of the day Knives is 1000 times smarter than Caliborn (and more likable, even if he’s a genocidal maniac). I just think that Knives possesses a lot of the qualities that make up a Time player, and him being a Master Class is because both Vash and Knives are stupidly powerful.

In the end, I guess it’s because the duality of both Vash and Knives’ ideals and personalities can be perfectly encompassed by the duality of the Time and Space aspects.

(And also because I thought of a great scene between Vashwood and the image has been ingrained in my brain to such a degree that I refuse to change the classpects to something else. It’s like 50% all those things I said 50% gay stuff, ngl.)

Anyway stay tuned for the “why did you make Wolfwood the Knight of Doom and Meryl the Rouge of Light” post. It’ll hopefully be a lot shorter and less convoluted lol.

#this is the longest post i have ever writen and of course it's fucking homestuck (and trigun but that one's new in my brain)#trigun #homestuck #homestuck au #trigunxhomestuck au #classpect #vash the stampede #millions knives #this is seriously long as shit

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dutifullylazybread · 9 months ago

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Get to know your Tav

I was tagged by @faerunsbest (thank you, friend!) and I am tagging whoever would like to do this too! :D I'm running on very little sleep right now, so I'm drawing a blank on who to tag! But I want to know all about your Tav, so join us!

While I do refer to my Tav as Tav for the sake of ease on tumblr, in-game, I named her Cassandra. I'm gonna continue to call her Tav for this tag though!

Her background is guild artisan--her mother made stained glass windows and sculptures, and her father was a barrel maker. She is versed in glassblowing and carpentry, because her parents introduced her to the basics. She spent several years working as an artisan with the artisan's guild in Baldur's Gate as well.

What is their:

Favorite weapon? Quarterstaff--especially Markoheshkir. It was a gift from Rolan, so there is the sentimental value attached, along with the magical abilities it possesses. Also she can use it as a bludgeoning weapon when pressed.

Style of combat? Ranged. She hates getting hit with anything. However, she isn't above using a dagger when needed, and she fights dirty with one--she will aim for any exposed flesh.

Most prized possession? A hunk of slag glass that her mother gave her. The slag was left over from a stained glass window that her mother was commissioned to craft, and Tav was enamored with the pigment combination that her mother used. So, with what she had left over, her mother created an apple-sized hunk of slag that marbled the colors together. Tav left this in her pack with most of her other belongings. Shadowheart held onto it until they reunited.

Deepest desire? Stability. She wants a place to call home that will remain her home if she chooses to adventure. She wants it to have a garden, a well-stocked library, and a kitchen with a crackling hearth.

Guilty pleasure? She loves reading smut. And she loves dramatically reading smut aloud. Will read it to Rolan while he is studying to see how long it takes for him to blush.

Best-kept secret? She thinks that she is a failure as a wizard.

Greatest strength? She would say her perseverance.

Fatal flaw? While she doesn't view vulnerability as weakness with others, within herself, vulnerability is unacceptable. She doesn't want to ask for help. Ever. And when she has to, she views it as a failing on her part.

Favorite scent? Old books, lavender, seed oil, and cypress

Favorite spell/cantrip? Shatter or Eldritch blast (learned it from Wyll)

Pet peeve? Meetings that could have been a letter correspondence

Bad habit? Is disorganized to a fault. Will forget she is holding something, and has no qualms in leaving her workspace a mess if she thinks that she'll come back and work on something more at a later point.

Hidden talent? Glass blowing

Leisure activity? Reading, gardening, and cooking.

Favorite drink? Almond brandy

Comfort food? Bouillabaisse -- a fish soup.

Favorite person(s)? While I think she cared deeply for everyone in her traveling party, prior to endgame, her favorite person was Gale. She enjoyed his sense of humor originally, and given that they both attended Blackstaff, they had a foundation to build a friendship off of. She valued him as a colleague at first, but those feelings ultimately turned romantic when he told a ridiculously horrible pun and she laughed (and snorted) for twenty minutes straight. She adored Karlach and they bonded over their shared experiences living in Baldur's Gate as children. They were also both orphaned, so they began to jokingly (until it wasn't a joke anymore) say that they adopted each other as siblings. Karlach started telling Tav "Taters," and when Tav found out what it meant, she hid in Gale's tent and cried happy tears for twenty solid minutes. AFTER the events of the game, Tav goes to live with Rolan and his family, and they quickly become her favorite people. Cal and Lia welcome her in and rib her like siblings would. She and Cal bond over gardening, and she and Lia bond while sparring with one another. She and Rolan fall in love, and with him, she permits herself to be vulnerable. And while they were both extremely oblivious and assumed that the other didn't feel the same way (so why bother confessing?), one thing leads to another, and a romance blossoms.

Favored display of affection? Physical touch. She loves being embraced, and she loves holding hands. Rolan will tuck her hair behind her ear. She also likes being bitten. A lot.

Fondest childhood memory? Watching her mother mix pigments for stained glass and swimming in the Chionthar with her friends. She also snuck into Ramazith's tower while it was abandoned (decades after Ramazith disappeared and prior to Lorroakan claiming it) and fell in love with the library.

Anything else you’d like to share? Prior to the events of BG3, Tav worked as a guild artisan. She specialized in glassblowing, and she used her wages to fund her arcane research. She fought tooth and nail with the heads of the guild to open a branch for artificing/working with enchanted items but came up against a lot of resistance. Had she not been abducted by mind flayers, she very likely would have continued with the guild until she got fed up with them skimming more than their fair share off of her commissions.

#my tav #tav tag #darcy rambles #bg3 #bg3 tag #baldur's gate 3 #tav

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dr-viles-laboratory · 1 year ago

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HI :D

I know exactly nothing abt Ted or where he’s from !! Please use this ask as a place to completely infodump if you want!!

Hope you’re doing well!! <333

HI EZRA HIIIIII!!!!! HI HI HI HI :]!!!!!!! HEHEHE THANK YOU FOR ASKING

Ted is actually an OC of mine!!!! I love custom-making boyfriends for myself. Did you know you can do that? It's crazy they just let you do that!!! Without a license or anything!!!!! Best decision I've ever made tbh

He's a superhero oc of mine I use with a couple friends (can't go too into it, it's related to a WIP one friend is gonna publish so. Yknow. But ted was my creation so I can talk about him!!!! :]) and I am MADLY in love with him hehehe. He started as a pun and then evolved into my main f/o JDGSHDHAHSJS

He's a bear (body type) and he's also a supervillain named Grizzly and his powers involve him turning into a massive kaiju bear!!! He's a southern guy from the fictional town of Middlof, Nohweir (we're very funny in the gc) with a MASSIVE family and I love him I love him you don't understand I love him SO much he's so stupid and his brain is so very empty but that's okay because he needed more room for his big ol heart!!!!!!!

He turns into a kaiju when he gets angry, hulk-style, but he HAS to kaiju at least once a month, a little like a werewolf. He can also turn into a smaller, more mellowed out bear form (but still the size of a fucking grizzly bear) at will :]

He has a pet cat named Missus Muffins he spoils the hell out of and he works construction most of the time (consistent work in a city with an exceptionally high Super population) but he also bounces at Pops, a supervillain-exclusive bar under a diner!!!

His meeting with my s/I Victor Stein is pretty funny actually. He King Kong-s around the city when he goes kaiju, but he tries to plan in advance so no one actually gets hurt. So he, in all his himbo intelligence, nabbed Victor off the street, asked if he could kidnap him later, and victor had a Homo Moment and said yes and it went from there :]

As Grizzly he's also henchman to Dr. Vile, Victor's supervillain identity!!!!! He didn't realize they were the same person at first, twas quite the conversation JDHSHDHSHDHSHD

ANYWAYS YEAH that's him!!!!! Not everything obviously, I have a whole yandere au a lot more about him :]!!!! He's my specialest man and i love him and I'm kissing him on the lips :]

Also his vc is Gregg Allman (Whipping Post by the Allman Brothers Band) (I have a whole playlist for him if you want it!!!!!!)

#WOOOOO that felt good #can you tell how normal i am about him??#oh I'm so normal! so normal #selfship #ted barrett #☢dr. vile and the kaiju kidnapper!🐻

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saywhatjessie · 2 years ago

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Is This Allowed?

Day one of this Writing Advent Calendar (Ao3) 1.9k Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso

“Oh, well she’s fit, isn’t she?” Keeley said, gesturing with her chin to an ad featuring a woman in reindeer themed lingerie. “Do you think I could pull that off?”

“You bet, Boba Fett,” Ted answered brightly, politely averting his eyes from the woman. “But you didn’t need me to tell you that.”

“Nah, you’re right,” she grinned at him, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “I just love a compliment.”

“Have I been lacking in that department? I can always turn the old flatter-a-tron up to stun. As in you are stunning, Keeley, and I’m so sorry I don’t tell you enough.”

“Thank you, Ted.” She bumped him gently with her shoulder. “But you didn’t answer if I should buy the Rudolph tits or not.”

“I didn’t realize that was the question.” Ted considered it, adjusting his own bags. “I’m thinking no, Sheryl Crow.”

He watched her scrunch up her nose. “Yeah, you’re right. Probably make them look like misshapen doughballs.”

Ted shrugged. “I was more concerned with you flashing someone.” He cocked his head at the light up bra again, just in case she didn’t get the joke. She rolled her eyes and he smiled wider, satisfied.

“Are we almost wrapped up?” Keeley asked. “These bitches are getting heavy .”

“Now, I think the wrapping comes later–” Another eye roll “But I do think we are done shopping, yes.”

Keeley made a pleased sound before turning and starting their trek back to her car.

“So what’s you end up getting Trent?” Keeley asked.

“Hmm?” Ted asked, politely bewildered.

“Trent Crimm, formerly of the Independent,” Leery clarified, as if there were any other Trent. “You got him something, right? Wadja get?”

Ted’s eyebrow furrowed, truly puzzled. “I was gonna drop off a box of holiday cookies, same as last year.”

“Yeah, but you give everyone biscuits,” Keeley huffed. “I mean did you get him that quill? Or that book? Or that glasses case? Or those shoes? No, probably not the shoes. You wouldn’t know his size.”

Ted actually did know Trent’s shoe size. He wore a men’s 9 and a half.

That didn’t seem to be the important bit.

“Do you think I should buy Trent a special present?” He asked her.

Now she stopped to look at him. “You mean you weren’t going to?”

He hadn’t been. He thought it might have been too much too quick. Yeah, they were friends, and there had been that whole ‘giving up his entire journalism career for Ted’ thing, but Ted was trying to respect the pace Trent had set for their relationship. That included gifts. Cookies were okay because he could share those with his baby girl. Tickets were okay because Ted got them free anyway and Trent missed football since he left The Independent.

He hadn’t really ventured past that. He hadn’t known if he’d been allowed.

“I don’t know,” he answered her. “I mean, I thought about it–”

Keeley snorted. “Yeah, I know.” She deepened her voice. “‘Ooh, Keeley, do you think Trent would ever want to use a quill?’’Ooh, Keeley, do you think Trent’s read this book?’’Ooh, Keeley, Trent might like this glasses case, right?’”

“You need to work on your accent a tad but is that really what I sound like?”

“What, obsessed?” Keeley nodded. “Yeah, mate. I’m surprised you can’t see it.”

Maybe it wasn’t that he couldn’t see it, it was that Ted deliberately wasn’t looking.

He groaned. “So should I get him a present?”

“I mean you clearly want to.” Keeley shuffled over to a bench to put down her bags, flexing her hands. “Would it be so bad?”

“I don’t know,” Ted admitted. “I don’t know what the line is.”

Keeley sighed, leaning against the bench. “Well who’ve all you got presents for? I’ll bet Henry and Michelle’s presents are being shipped straight to America so probably not them. You've got your Staff Secret Santa–”

“And I’m not givin’ up who I’ve got, not now, not ever.”

Keeley rolled her eyes. “You bought a mug with a pun on it and one of those couple’s mittens that let you hold hands, you clearly have Higgens.”

Ted hummed, disgruntled, and Keeley continued.

“I know you got Rebecca something, even if that’s against the rules of the Staff Secret Santa, and Beard. I know you got a new football for Shannon and you even got something for Mae!” Keeley huffed. “I think if you buy a present for your local barmaid, buying something for the friend that imploded his life for you isn’t crossing any lines.

Ted hummed again, hoping he wasn’t blushing.

It was possible he may have been overthinking the situation. Doing less so he wouldn’t give himself away.

But he wasn’t going to tell Keeley that.

“Well, alright, Betty White, may she rest in peace.” Ted nodded decisively. “Getting something for Trent shouldn’t take that long. What are we thinking? The quill? The book?”

“I think the glasses case would be nice and cyclical,” Keeley answered, eyes sparkling. “Because you complimented his glasses when you first met. Kinda romantic, yeah?”

Ted blustered. “Well, I don’t know if we were trying for romantic– ”

Keeley hummed.

Ted definitely blushed.

“I’ll just run back and get the case. You can stay here with the bags.”

Ted knocked on the door to Casa de Crimm, nervous as all get out but smiling through it.

His smile must not have looked as strained and off as it felt because Trent smiled back at him as soon as he opened the door.

“Trent Crimm: Independent!” Ted greeted.

“Coach Lasso from America,” Trent responded, stepping aside to invite Ted into the house. “You didn’t say you were coming.”

Ted nervously adjusted his hands on the boxes he was holding.“Yeah, I thought about it, but then I thought let’s make like the Spanish Inquisition. For the holiday.”

“I’m not sure the element of surprise is the takeaway when likening those two prevalent features of Christianity, Ted.”

Ted frowned. “Well, shoot, you’re probably right about that. But I do have presents!”

“Presents!” Came a tiny voice before the pattering of footsteps down the hall. Ted smiled at the tiny body as it glomped onto his leg. “Biscuit man!”

“Lady Crimm!”

Clara Crimm giggled, hugging Ted around the leg before retreating to her father’s side. Trent laid a hand on top of her head, affectionately.

“Ted, you really didn’t have to.”

“Oh, poppycock. Think of me like your personal Santa’s elf. Or some other non-denominational gift bringer of your choosing.”

“Mailman!” Clara contributed.

“There we go!” Ted grinned, proferring the boxes in his hands. “You’ve got mail.”

Trent laughed, softly but fondly. Ted felt the back of his neck start to sweat.

“Daddy,” Clara said, tugging on the bottom of her father’s sweater. “Presents.”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Trent petted her on the head. “Why don’t we ask Ted into the living room.”

Clara nodded, detaching herself from Trent’s leg. “This way, please!” She said before turning and making her way toward the sitting room.

Ted and Trent smiled at each other before following her.

Clara pointed at the couch, gesturing for Ted to sit there, before pulling Trent to sit on the floor with her. Trent obeyed with a roll of his eyes, shifting around so he was sitting cross-legged at Ted’s feet, his daughter in the same position.

Ted averted his eyes from Trent, chuckling distractedly. “Now I really feel like Santa.”

“Father Christmas,” Clara corrected.

“Oh, yes, pardon me,” Ted said. “Well, in any case,” he set the two smaller boxes down next to him on the couch, proffering the bigger one. “You can probably guess what these are.”

Clara took the box greedily into her lap, undoing the string and opening the top. “Biscuits!”

“I know I can’t show up here without ‘em.” Ted winked.

She giggled, immediately shoving an entire cookie into her mouth. Trent cupped the back of her head, holding his other hand beneath her mouth as crumbs spilled out. “Small, bites, love, please don’t choke. And what do we say?”

“Fank you!” She said, her mouth full, even more crumbs spilling out.

Trent sighed, “Yes, that one’s on me, I should have waited for her to swallow.”

It took a few more moments of the men watching her carefully, making sure she wouldn’t choke, before she swallowed without incident.

She grinned toothily at Ted. “Thank you, Biscuit Man. Ted.”

“You’re most welcome, Lady Crimm.” He grinned back at her. “But I do have something else for you. Not sure it will go over as well as the sweets, but–”

He handed her the smallest box. She ripped off the paper with the same enthusiasm she’d done the cookies.

She gasped. “Purple!”

Ted breathed out a sigh of relief. Yes, the matchbox car he’d given her was in fact purple.

“Purple’s my absolute favorite!” She beamed, cupping the car in her tiny hands. “Thank you, Ted!” She said without prompting, before running into the kitchen, the sounds of the tiny wheels on the hardwood floor just audible over her making racing sounds.

“Phyew!” Ted smiled. “Glad that went over well. Y’all Brits don’t really do Hot Wheels here, huh?”

“They’re not very popular, no.” Trent hummed. “Can I ask why a car?”

Ted shrugged. “Saw it. Thought she’d think the color was pretty. And this is about what I got Henry when he was her age so…”

“Hmm,” Trent said. “Well I thank you for not buying her a doll. She’s got about a dozen already she barely touches. This will at least provide some variety.”

“The spice of life,” Ted answered, brightly. “Sorry in advance for all the scuffing you’re about to find on every hard surface.”

“It’ll be a nice break from the crayon.” Trent smiled.

Ted smiled back.

They were both trapped there in that moment until Ted remembered himself and he cleared his throat.

“Well, don’t think I forgot about you, Betty Lou Who,” He picked up the last box and held it out to Trent. “Go on and open her up.”

Trent took the box, his fingers touching Ted’s as he did so. Ted didn’t think the contact was strictly necessary but he was definitely glad for it.

Trent unwrapped his present more carefully than Clara had hers. He delicately peeled the tape back, unfolding the corners, before he could slide the box from its paper.

Ted watched as he took off the lid and saw the case inside.

He let out a small laugh. “Ted…”

“Like your shoes!” Ted smiled gesturing at the leopard print. “I saw it and thought of you. How gouache would it be to have a glasses case that didn’t even match your shoes?”

“Oh, extremely gouache,” Trent agreed, grinning. “I can’t imagine something more embarrassing.”

“Well, stress no more. I’ve got you.”

“You surely do,” Trent said, looking up at Ted meaningfully.

Well , Ted thought, I guess this is allowed.

He slid from the couch onto the floor, so he was sitting face to face with Trent.

He turned on his phone screen and lifted it over his head. “Huh. Will you look at that?”

They both looked at Ted’s phone. His lockscreen was a sprig of mistletoe.

“Ah, well,” Ted continued, doing his best to sound put out. “Tradition’s must. Nothing for it.”

Trent smirked, leaning forward and cupping Ted’s jaw in his hands. “I’m not sure that should count, actually. Consider René Magritte.”

“Ceci n'est pas une mistletoe." Ted agreed. “But I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Trent shook his head but still brought his lips to Ted’s in a gentle kiss.

#Ted Lasso #Tred #Writing Advent #Oops I wrote a thing

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writingforfishes · 4 months ago

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Part 2: A 'Case' of Mistaken Identity

Loud hiccups, fast hiccups, some mild pain.

Old people talking to young people.

Otto's tendency and awareness of saying 'man' and 'dude' too much (even though he uses them neutrally)

Otto's tendency to say things in an overly complicated way.

Arousal mentioned.

Some arousal relief mentioned but not enough to put a mature filter on it, I don't think.

A singular clock pun.

Young people talking to old people.

Still haven't decided if side characters have or are aware of hiccup kinks. You decide.

Conventional attractiveness mentioned.

Shared appreciation of a very attractive individual outside of the relationship.

Spoiler alert: Otto doesn't get off the hook in this one, though.

Although this section mentions both Sapphic things and age differences, I wrote this before @worm-writes-hicfics and I started our back and forth about those topics. Not a direct 'attack', worm. Just a happy coincidence!

Atticus was in awe at the size of the place. The booths were set out like other antique’s malls, but, even though there were a a lot of booths, they were so spread out that it was easy to differentiate one from the other. The pleasant aroma of old books and attic permeated the area and mixed with other smells that could only be defined as they would pass by booths dedicated to candle making, handmade bath soaps, and incense collections.

Otto chatted with whom, Atticus assumed, was Rose for a while. She was a stocky Asian woman with a sweet face and a large smile when she spied the clock maker. As much as they wanted to stay by Otto to meet her, Atticus quickly lost themselves in a nearby booth as soon as they spied books and clocks. Later Otto would remark on how awkward it was attempting to introduce Rose to his spouse only for Atticus to have completely disappeared by the time he turned around. “I promise they exist,” he would recall having said.

Atticus, distracted by everything around them, lost themselves in the treasures and quickly began traversing each booth with excited glee. They felt their phone vibrate and read a message from Otto.

Otto: [Where are you?]

Atticus: [Heaven.]

Otto: [Haha. I’m gonna talk to Rose for a bit and meet up with u. You okay?]

Atticus: [Yes. I live here now.]

Otto: [Noted. See you in a bit.]

Atticus texted a thumbs up emoji and pocketed their phone.

The writer wouldn’t have been able to tell Otto how much time had passed since they’d started their journey. They’d picked up an intriguing book of poetry (looking more like journal with it being written in cursive) that seemed suspiciously Sapphic in nature and two belt buckles (one a gaudy rhinestone yellow rose and the other seeming to advertise a World’s Fair), when they heard a familiar sound.

“HUCK-uh!...Hulp!...H’muck!...huuuck!”

Atticus rounded the corner, amused, speaking before looking up.

“Man, that didn’t take long. You already have them again?” Atticus said, but as they finally met the face of the hiccuper they faltered.

“Yeah I kno-hup’m!-know. Oh. HULK! Hi?” the stranger said.

The person Atticus had run into was definitely not Otto. People threw around the word “Adonis” to describe someone who was immediately and breath-takingly gorgeous in a conventional sense, but the striking creature in front of the writer sort of put Adonis to shame.

And, yes, Atticus thought Otto was the most gorgeous person in the world, and always would. But they could also acknowledge that from a purely artistic perspective this toned, dark-skinned, broad shouldered person in front of them was overwhelmingly attractive. And, as it turned out, still notOtto.

“I’m so sorry!” Atticus finally exclaimed, covering their mouth. “I-I thought you were my husband! He’s...he’s, um, had them off and on all day! I just assumed you were him!”

The writer prayed that the stranger knew they were talking about the hiccups because in their flustered state the word seemed even harder to get out than usual.

“To be-huck’m!-to be fair I th-thought you were my hu-UCK!-my boyfriend! Sorry,” the other said, apologizing for the loudness of the hiccup. They cupped their long-fingered hand over their mouth.

Bald was definitely beautiful, Atticus decided in a moment as they took in the other’s stunning eyes, high cheekbones, and strong jawline. Then Atticus took half a second to experience some gender euphoria in being mistaken for being someone’s male-defined partner before feeling incredibly embarrassed again.

“Your...your hiccups sound just like my husband’s. Again, really sorry about that,” they said.

“Poor huck!-uh. Poor guy. Hilkuh! And don’t wor-hulp!-worry about it. I’ve been mk!-been mistaken f-for a lot worse!” The stranger laughed easily, head thrown back with another suppressed hiccup.

“I’m Atticus, by the way. They/them,” they said. Normally the writer might not have felt comfortable saying their pronouns, but they had a feeling that the stranger was a safe person. The other’s smile indicated they appreciated the acknowledgment.

“Jere-hmk!-miah. Ugh!” Jeremiah stomped a little and tightened a fist in frustration. He pursed his lips and tried again.

“Hlmp! Jeremiah. He, th-hump’k!-they!” Jeremiah finally got out. “Sorry th-they get hulp!huck!-faster when hulk!-when I talk!”

“No worries. They seem pretty annoying,” Atticus said, shifting their legs together and apart. That was where Jeremiah and Otto differed. The speed of Otto’s hiccups didn’t depend on talking or not. For some reason the thought that hiccups could be affected by speech and worsen really intrigued them. And seeing Jeremiah so aggravated was kind of adorable. Gosh, was it hot in here?

“There you are!” Otto’s voice was like a savior from a heavenly cloud. Atty’s whole body relaxed when they felt his hand on their shoulder.

“Yeah! Kind of...a case of mistaken identity happening here,” they attempted to joke. “This is Jeremiah. He/they pronouns. And their hiccups sound scarily similar to yours. This is my husband, Otto. He/him.”

Atticus then looked up at their husband and gave him a very brief expression that spoke a whole paragraph on simultaneously wanting to be saved from this position and also desperately enjoying it and also feeling very guilty for the latter. It read, in shorthand, as ‘help me!’ Then the writer turned back to Jeremiah and gave another smile, which he returned.

Otto’s eyebrows raised in recognition to his spouse’s expression and he used his reaction of mild surprise to direct toward his impression of Jeremiah’s hiccups which where, as Atticus said, very similar to his own. He gave a sympathetic look to the slightly shorter individual, not ignoring for one moment how incredibly attractive Jeremiah was. Otto felt himself get a little flustered but cleared his throat as he sought a casual demeanor to cover up his attraction and the subsequent guilt that followed it due to him standing right next to the person to whom he was married.

“Oof. Yeah, you get them as bad as I do, man. Sorry!” Otto said apologetically, “I don’t know if saying ‘man’ or ‘dude’ is offensive. I’ve been trying to cut them out, but it’s sort of a verbal tic,” he stuttered, “Which is not, to say, that it’s an excuse for using them. Because it’s not.”

Otto bit his tongue to keep himself from babbling more. Atticus had told him over-apologizing for a possible misgendering misstep was sometimes seen as just as offensive as the misstep itself. He was definitely distracted by Jeremiah’s widening smile even while hiccuping in a way that Otto could sympathize with looked exhausting. Is that how he looked while he hiccuped, he wondered? Except a whole lot less gorgeous, he imagined. A lot less muscular, too.

Jeremiah laughed a little, hiccups budging into the hitching breath so rapidly that they took a hand to their chest in reaction. Atticus watched their neck indent above the neckline of their tight shirt. The writer really hoped they were hiding their reaction well.

“No-huckUK. No-no. It’s uck!-it’s okay. HUCK! Ooh. Um, ‘m-a’hup!-man’ and ‘dude’ a-are fine,” he said. Then he sort of stepped back and looked at them both. He scanned the couple in front of him taking in their almost anachronistic attire.

They looked like two professors who escaped from an art college and the way the taller one held his arm around the shorter was just so endearing. It was almost enough to distract Jeremiah from how strong and fast their hiccups had become. He put an arm around his chest but it only emphasized the motions of his body.

“You t-two are HUP!-adorable. How long h-huck!huck!-sorry, have you two b-hip!-been married?”

“Uh, a little over four years,” Otto said. Had it really been that long? The clock maker found himself rubbing Atticus’ back in affection. Atty gave him a smile.

“Jer, I can hear you hiccuping all the way two booths over! I can’t believe you have them aga—hello?” a taller, heavier (and more softly built) person appeared. Hazel eyes blinked from underneath a mop of light brown hair, the person’s skin was olive tone. Stopping at Jeremiah’s shoulder the stranger’s eyes went from Atticus to Otto with intrigue before turning back to Jeremiah. There was a very subtle accent when the new person spoke.

“Hi,” Otto said with a small smile and wave. Atticus mimicked the waving.

Both Jeremiah and his partner were shorter than Otto (the latter not more than a couple of inches), but few people tended to be at Otto’s eye line. It was the reason why the clock maker slouched, to appear less intimidating and more approachable.

Otto schooled his face to look open and inviting. He squinted, hoping it prevented his eyes from looking too wide with curiosity. He felt Atticus’ hand rub circles on his lower back. They might’ve picked up on the effort he was putting into his appearance. But he could also tell that they were nervous for completely different reasons so Otto let his thumb massage their shoulder in return.

“This is huckuck!-my boy-boyfriend h’muck! Matty! H-hmk!-he/him pr-hock!-pronouns. Matty, this is huck!mk!-is Otto and mk!-and Atticus. HOLP!-ugh! Sorry! Hup! These th-things are mk!-not holding back hmp!hmp!-today!” Jeremiah said, pausing to take a breath and rub his chest.

“Oh, sweetie,” Matty said, rubbing Jeremiah’s back. “He gets them so bad, sometimes. He’s had them on and off all day. It gets worse when he talks. And, well, he loves to talk.” Jeremiah gave him a look but Matty continued, “This has to be, what? The third time?” When Jeremiah held up four fingers Matty sighed. “Fourth, right. You woke up with them.”

“Actually,” Otto said (and boy was Atticus happy he picked up this part of the conversation), “that’s how he and Atticus met. Seems Jeremiah and I share a common biological propensity for frequently spastic diaphragms.” He grinned.

Matty shot a look of confusion and Jeremiah smiled softly. Even if English was someone’s first language, the words were not easily understood.

“It hup!-means he gets hmp!-gets the hiccups a—a lot too, dear.Hlmpk!” Jeremiah said.

Matty made an ‘oh’ face in understanding and Otto cleared his throat in awkward awareness of his leaning toward using more complicated language than necessary and how that might isolate people from conversation.

“I was commenting to Jeremiah,” Atty stepped in, “that it’s really uncanny how similar they sound to Otto’s! He’s had them twice today. Must be...something in the air?”

Atticus feigned innocence and Otto gave a little chuckle.

“Yeah,” Otto said, “have a feeling my diaphragm isn’t done with me, yet. Are you two looking for something in particular?”

“Syro-huck!huck’m!hulp!-fuck! S—sorry!” Jeremiah apologized, putting a hand over his mouth in exasperation.

“Syroco,” Matty supplemented, wrapping his arm around his partner who had gone a little stiff with trying to control his hiccups. They were obviously starting frustrate him. “You need to try holding your breath again, baby?”

Jeremiah nodded and took in a quick, deep breath between hiccups while pinching his nose.

Atticus exchanged a look with Otto. Both of them knew very well that would never work with his hiccups.

“Actually...I know one of the booth owners here stocks a lot of Syroco décor,” Otto said. “I could show you where they’re set up?”

Above the hand clamping their nose shut Jeremiah’s eyes widened and they nodded, still holding their breath.

“That would be amazing,” Matty said. “We’ve been to so many second hand stores this month. We find some, but it’s never in good quality.”

“Why don’t you go and show them and I’ll hang out here?” Atticus said. They needed a moment to cool off and get themselves back together.

“That’ll work,” he said, giving them a kiss to their forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

Atticus let out a breath as they watched the trio walk away. They listened to the group’s voices as they sought to calm down from the stimulation of Jeremiah’s hiccups and the embarrassment at having mistaken him for Otto. Imagining what would have happened if Atticus had said something far more suggestive in hearing what they thought were Otto’s hiccups made them cringe at themselves.

“Syroco made some pretty decent clocks back in the day,” they could hear Otto saying. “That’s what we’re looking for. Clocks. Well, a specific kind.”

“Oh, yeah?” Matty’s voice carried.

“Oh, I think they finally stopped,” Jeremiah’s voice echoed with an exhale. “For now.”

“I get that,” Otto answered. Atticus strained to keep an ear on Otto’s commentary. “Actually, did you all know the history behind Syroco? It’s facinat…” His voice trailed off as they turned the corner.

Atticus took some deep breaths and let their body sag visibly. They rubbed a hand under their glasses to rub their eyes and down to smooth out their mustache before letting it rest on their chest, heart still thumping a little too enthusiastically. They felt guilty for getting so turned on by Jeremiah’s hiccups. He didn’t seem to be enjoying them and at the end of the case he was a little distraught. Additionally, Otto was right there.

Otto was fine with Atticus using video and audio files of other people hiccuping to please themselves but what must he think of Atty getting turned on by another person hiccuping right in front of him? Atty took another breath, carding through their decorative belt buckle finds and flipping through the book of poems until Otto got back.

It took a while for Otto to come back, actually. It was hard for the writer to stay near the place they were. They thought about wandering, but they’d already wandered away from him once. So they checked and rechecked the nearby booths for clocks they might’ve missed in hunting for a banjo style one.

“Hey! Sorry that took so long!” Otto’s voice echoed as he came nearer to them. “Look what I got!”

Atticus’ face alighted with joy at the cup of coffee that was offered in a to-go cup.

“You’re magical,” Atticus said with adoration.

“I know,” Otto said, cutely. “So…” The clock maker hesitated, shuffling back and forth as if he had second thoughts about saying anything, before he bent down to get closer to his spouse and speak in a near whisper. “How hot was Jeremiah? I couldn’t...I couldn’t look away!”

Atticus laughed loudly, relief washing over them.

“So fucking hot,” Atticus blurted. “I was actually really nervous because I thought you’d be...jealous or angry about me...and him with the...but gawd! Yes. Very attractive!”

“Are you kidding?! I am simultaneously jealous of how they look and really...overwhelmed at how gorgeous they are. They’re not even my type but—damn!” Otto said. “As far as the hiccups, sweetie, I know how hiccups affect you. I will never judge you for getting...aroused...by someone else’s hiccups. I’m not a secure person by nature, but I’m more secure than that. And pshh! Jeremiah? I get it. Like, being that attractive shouldn’t be legal! I was scared you’d be mad at me for saying something.”

Atticus chuckled, “I’d be concerned if you didn’t say anything, honestly! Jeremiah is striking. Also, I love you.”

“I love you,” Otto said with a smile. He gently surrounded them in his arms and Atticus lay their head on his chest as they embraced. “Also, I’m assuming that wasn’t a clock pun because if a clock made the sounds Jeremiah was when it was ‘striking’, I’d be concerned.”

“You’re such a dork,” Atticus said as they hugged him closer.

“I know that, too. Oh! Jeremiah and I compared hiccup notes,” Otto continued. Atticus ‘hmm-ed’ enjoying feeling how his voice vibrated in his chest through their ear. “He gets them way more often than me. Day-long cases every week or so. But usually only for around five to ten minutes at a time. Matty confessed he finds them cute and Jeremiah accused him of sadism. I said you find mine cute, too, but I was kind of into light BDSM.”

Atty snorted in laughter. “You didn’t!”

“I did! They both laughed, too. And they said we’re adorable and ‘goals’. They’re around 18 to 20 years younger than us, by the way,” Otto said. The hand that wasn’t holding the coffee cup rubbed Atticus’ shoulder, them both still in the casual embrace.

“Yeah, I figured...” Atty replied, screwing up their nose in the reminder of both of their ages.

“Yeah...I think they see as a cute old couple. But in a very queer affirming way,” Otto said.

“Oh, well, as long as we can be affirming to the youths!” they replied with a tinge of amused resentment.

Otto laughed this time, it rumbling in his chest near Atticus’ ear. The writer felt him shift as he brought the coffee up to his lips and heard him swallow it down. Almost immediately Otto’s body gave a jerky spasm. And then another.

“Dammit,” Otto muttered. “HUCK!-HUP!-HUCK’M!-HULP!-MMK!”

This case of hiccups started out quick and powerful at the heat of the coffee going down his throat like his morning ones often did. Atticus jumped in his arms at the suddenness of it but stayed glued to his front for as long as Otto remained in the embrace feeling the popping of his stomach at the level of their chest and hearing the deep sounds and snaps of the hiccups from within.

“I just HUCK!-wanted HUP!-to drink hulk’m!-my coffee! Mmm-HMP!-mmm-HMPK!-mm!” he whined, throwing his head back briefly in exasperation.

Fortunately it seemed the hiccups only started off strong and fast and quickly settled for a countenance that was a lot more livable than his previous two cases.

Atticus couldn’t help but be a little aroused. But they finally backed up from their embrace to put a hand on his chest sympathetically and look up at him squinting in annoyance.

“My poor guy can’t catch a break! Think you caught them from Jeremiah?” Atticus teased.

“Pro-HUP!-bably,” he said, but it was more likely the coffee if he were being truthful. “Ugh these are HOCK!-loud! MMK! Ow. But when HUCK!-when I try to k-HEEP!-keep them in they HUCK’L! HUP!-they hurt!”

“Darn. Looks like you’re just going to have to let them out,” Atty said with a smirk.

He widened his eyes at them.

“Guess so HUP!...HUCKAH!...HILP!” he said before giving a smile back.

“They aren’t too bad, are they? I didn’t bring a second set of condiments…” Atticus said a little worriedly.

“No-ULP!” Otto said, quick to calm them. “Despite HUP!HUP!-uh, what they sound like HUCK’M!-this is the l-HEELK!-least violent case I’ve HILMP!-I’ve had all day!”

“Are you okay having them like this in public? We can leave--” they said recalling how uncomfortable he was at Mark’s party at the park. When they role played at the bookstore it wasn’t an issue, but there were a good number of people in the mall and his hiccups were echoing pretty loudly despite how spread out the mall was.

“I’m good HOCK! As long as HIP!-as you stay close HUCK’P!” he said.

“Don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” they said sidling up to him. “My body kind of wants to do that anyway.”

“You keep HUCK’MP!-talking like that an-HNK!-ugh!-and I will have t-HULP!HUCK!-to leave!” he said. And he wasn’t exaggerating much. Having a kink for people getting aroused didn’t seem like much of an intrusive kink until he was around someone he knew was getting aroused. In this case, distraction was key.

So Otto busied himself with informing Atticus about every piece of ephemeral object that he had knowledge about. It ended up being a great deal of things that he knew a great deal about. And Atticus steeled themselves from acting too aroused at his speech continually getting bulldozed by the loud, sharp hiccups the coffee had given him.

By the by, he was still drinking that coffee despite its betrayal.

Otto continued to hiccup for a good 30 minutes as they both continued to peruse the mall. In all, Atticus had done quick work of scanning the majority of the booths over the around an hour and half that they’d been there, but they were getting tired (and way too aroused) and they’d gathered the items they decided to buy with them and told Otto they were ready to go. The elusive banjo style clock they sought would have to wait.

Did Atticus casually ask where the bathroom was before the couple finally decided to make their way up to the front in order take care of the burgeoning pressure from the excitement? Yes. Normally they wouldn’t have hidden this need from Otto, but it simply didn’t seem like the time or place to get Otto more aroused than he might’ve been already. If Otto was suspicious, he was either not letting himself think about it too hard or he simply kept it to himself.

Otto and Atticus Part 9-extended: The Antique's Store 1/4

This is a continuation of Atticus' Birthday story found here: https://www.tumblr.com/writingforfishes/756206256931405824/otto-and-atticus-part-9-atticus-birthday?source=share

The story above is much more sexual in nature.

These next stories follow Atticus and Otto through the Antique's Store where Otto is taking his spouse for their birthday and back home. They will, as far as I have planned, be much tamer and won't require a filter.

Mentions of alcoholism and sobriety.

Fast but short-lived hiccups.

Generational gaps in understanding gender nonconformity.

Accidental misgendering of off-stage minor character.

Hiccups triggered by food.

Mentions of arousal/teasing.

Mentions of anxiety arising from being taken to a new place.

Mentions of anxiety/over-stimulation in being in a new place that is quite large and populated.

Mentions of soft bellies and body shapes.

Manual driving? I dunno, maybe someone out there has a trauma response to manual driving?

I use ellipses here to denote trailing off or uncertainty in dialogue. They do not mean anything nefarious. Just in case. I dunno. I'm 41. Please don't hate me.

Mild discomfort while hiccuping.

Disparaging Korean made clock movements.

Minors, do not interact.

Part 1: Soup

They had been driving away from town for a while now. Atticus looked out the window as they watched exit sign after exit sign pass. The writer was excited, but antsy. Classical music was playing from one of Otto’s playlists. It was helping to quell the anxiety somewhat, but their mind still swam as miles of road kept going by.

“You’re gonna love this place,” Otto said, noticing the nervous thrum of his partner’s fingers on their knees.

“Yeah?” Atticus asked, using Otto’s voice to ground them.

“Yeah. It’s in this big warehouse. There’s a food market there, too. We’ll get some lunch while we’re there,” he said. He took a moment to sip some water from the tumbler he’d brought.

Atticus sipped some from theirs as well, using his action as a cue. The water felt good and soothed more of their anxiety.

“Lots of clocks?” Atticus asked with a smile.

“So many,” Otto confirmed with a smirk in return. “And a whole slew of other things. It’s got old books, hats, belt buckles. Lots of old art, too. And there’s a lot of space, y’know? The aisles are wide. Super accessible. A couple started it back a few years ago. They had their own antique’s store, but when they started inviting other vendors to open booths in the first storefront it got so big they went in with the people that ran a small food market in the same strip mall and got this place. It’s a bit out of the way, but worth it for the quality of things you can find there.”

Otto drummed his fingers on the steering wheel a little and shifted as the speed of traffic changed. One day Atticus thought they might try to learn how to drive manual. Otto liked it because it kept his hands busy. He was naturally a high energy person and having something to do with his hands for long stretches of time was a plus. He also liked manual because he understood how it worked better than something like a CVT transmission. He had more faith that he could fix, if need be, his transmission than a newer car that depended more on electricity to accelerate and change gears.

“They sell tools too!” he continued. And Atticus smiled, enjoying the excitement in Otto’s voice. “I mean, they have the vintage tools like manual screwdrivers, but they have specialty tools they order new. They started ordering bulk from Timesavers sometime last year because so many of their vendors have clocks in their booths and some of them have missing parts and keys. So they sell a lot of clock and watch tools and parts. Really convenient. That’s how I first heard of it. One of my customers who’s a hobbyist told me about them. And the people who rent out their booths that I’ve talked to are just—they have some phenomenal stuff, man. Super nice people, too. The ones that I’ve met. Most actually know what they have and what it’s worth. They don’t up-charge from Google searches. They actually research it. Very few resellers, too. You know, people that order lots of cheap things from other countries and sell it for profit?

“Helped a few of them service a couple of clocks to sell or help them decide whether it would be worth the repair or not. Korean movements? Not really worth it, you know? Really cool atmosphere, though. It’s kinda like family even though it’s in this great big place. Everyone takes care of each other and has each other’s backs. They even buy stuff from each other’s booths!” Otto said and took another sip of water.

He downshifted as they finally turned on an exit Atticus wasn’t familiar with.

“Kind of like an...antique commune?” they asked.

“Yeah, kinda!” he agreed.

Atticus stretched with a yawn suddenly rubbing their belly, still accessibly soft with the heavy breakfast this morning.

“Think you’ll-um-get them again?” they asked shyly rubbing at the stubble on their face and neck. For all of the anxiety of being somewhere they’d never been, Otto’s hiccups were definitely causing some of the energy their body was interpreting into anxiety. They were full of anticipatory excitement at the possibility.

“I will definitely get them again,” Otto said with an amused sigh. “I can sort of feel it? In my chest and throat? It’s weird. On hiccupy days like this it’s like they’re just lying in wait. I do want to eat something before we start looking around, though.”

“Ooh, yeah. I could go for something to eat,” Atticus agreed.

From the outside the antique’s mall/food market didn’t look terribly impressive. But Atticus noticed how full the parking lot was as they stepped out of the passenger seat.

No sooner had Otto stood from the car than a man in a polo shirt exiting the front door called to him.

“Otto, man! You gonna buy some more clocks today?” he asked coming over to them. He seemed older, perhaps in his late 50’s early 60’s. He had a stout body-type, stomach hanging a little over his belted khaki pants. His beard was nearly all white. He seemed to have a lot of energy but his mannerisms implied an ability to be patient as well when he stopped and acknowledged first Otto with a pat to his shoulder and nodded to Atticus, clasping his hands in front of his belly while in conversation.

Atticus took a moment to consider why Otto was buying clocks. They hadn’t noticed any new clocks in the house. They tried to catch his eye but Otto flitted his gaze away as soon as they had locked eyes questioningly.

“Hey Gar! Yeah, man, we’ll see if we find anything. This is my partner, Atticus. It’s their birthday today,” Otto said with emphasis causing the other man to pull a quick face of recognition and then nodded, making a motion of closing his lips. “Atticus, this is Gary. He’s one of the owners of the antique’s gallery along with his wife Rose.”

“Hey, Atticus, Otto’s told me a lot about you! It’s really nice to meet you,” Gary said, holding out a hand.

“Uh, good to meet you, too,” Atty said. They subconsciously shifted their voice down. Talking to cis men gave them a desire to puff out their chest and make their mannerisms more guy-coded. They added a quick nod as they shook the man’s hand. “Hopefully he hasn’t told you too much!”

“Nah, only the good stuff! That you’re a writer and that you’ve been there for him through a lot. I’ve not known this guy for long, but glad he has someone like you on his side. Him and me, think we’ve been through some of the same struggles. We’ve talked a little about that. Anyway. I’ve also got a daught—sorry. Shit, I always flub that up. I’ve got a kid. They came out to me earlier this year that...uh...they’re non-binary,” Gary said.

“Yeah, it’s one of the first conversations we had, I think,” Otto interjected, having leaned a hip against the car in realization that this was going to take a second. He was used to Gary’s tendency to babble. Another quality, the clock maker mused, both of them shared.

“I think it was! But yeah, Otto told me about you and, I dunno, it made me a little less nervous for he-them,” Gary sputtered. “Sorry, I still mess it up a lot. I’m working on it.”

“It’s okay to mess up,” Atticus said. They’d made their way to stand beside Otto and their husband laid a soft hand around their shoulders. “As long as you correct yourself. It shows you’re trying. That means a lot.”

“I definitely am. Anyway, knowing there’s, you know, an adult out there that’s-uh-that’s non-binary and stuff. I was scared for them, y’know? How were they going to grow up? I mean, it’s not like there’s a path or...I dunno...I don’t know what to tell them or how to...help? But Otto told me about you and that you’re a writer and that you’ve sold your books and it’s just,” he sighed, seeming frustrated in his inability to articulate what he meant. “It gives me hope that they’re gonna be okay. If that makes sense.”

Gary laughed nervously.

“It does,” Atticus said with an encouraging smile. “They’ve got a dad that loves them so...I feel like they’re off to a pretty good start.”

“Yeah...yeah, damn. I’m sorry for talking your ears off! You know how I am, Otto. I gotta get going. The Mrs sent me on an errand and she is going to bite my head off if I get distracted! Anyway, good to see you again, Otto!” Gary reached in and Otto accepted a little hug from him. “Really nice to meet you, Atticus. I hope you have a good birthday. Cause this guy got you...well…”

Gary waggled his finger teasingly at Otto and the clock maker’s eyes widened and then narrowed as he batted the hand away.

“Dude!” he warned at Gary’s hint of what Otto’s plans were.

“I have had a pretty good birthday so far,” Atticus said, looking between the two suspiciously. “I feel like it might be a theme…”

“Get out of here, Gary! Stop talking!” Otto exclaimed, thwapping the older man on the back good naturedly as he finally started to leave.

“Report back!” Gary yelled.

“Shh!” Otto spat out as Gary went out of sight. “Jeez...can we just ignore that bit? Also, I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable. He really is a good guy…”

“No, I can tell,” Atticus reassured him. “Really bad at keeping a secret, though.”

“The absolute worst. I dunno how his wife deals with him…”

“Well, you deal with me, so…” Atty said.

“Hm, true,” Otto responded smartly as he led his partner into the front door. He felt a pinch on his side and jerked. “Ow!”

“Oops,” Atticus responded curtly.

The inside of the warehouse was completely different from the out. There was a huge open space in the lobby with a secondary set of double doors leading to the antique mall portion but down a hall were various food market vendors and following that hall was the other half of the warehouse, more food vendors, and a large sitting area along with a secondary access to the antique’s mall space.

While the venue was bustling with business the open space made it seem much less crowded.

Decision paralysis and overwhelm kicked in as soon as Otto asked them what they were in the mood to eat and Atticus let Otto pick where to go as they followed taking in all of the visuals, smells, and sounds around them as they tried to adapt to the environment and space.

Otto ended up ordering a tomato basil bisque with a grilled cheese and Atticus waffled a little until they decided on a salad with grilled chicken, something to balance out the heaviness of the breakfast they’d eaten that morning.

Atty didn’t even really know what food vendor they’d ordered from or what had been available alternatively as they were so overwhelmed by exploring the atmosphere and people who walked by.

“I thought you said it was a small food market that partnered with...um...Gary and Rose?” Atticus asked as they took their food to the table Otto was walking toward. Otto being so tall offered a great guide to Atty as they often got lost in places like this.

“Yeah. Oh yeah, initially it was just that. Then they put the word out about the space and food vendors started opening shop. Lots of start-ups took advantage that wouldn’t have had the money to buy a store front otherwise. Rose comes from a lot of old money, apparently. Though you didn’t hear that from me. She put a lot into making sure everyone got an opportunity to take advantage of this spot since she knew the mall wouldn’t take up half the space of it,” Otto explained.

“Gary really does have no concept of secrecy, does he?” Atty noted.

“Not really, no. I think he spent a lot of his life trying to run away from connecting to people. Best way to do that is through alcohol, honestly. Even while you’re partying with hundreds of people you’re not really ‘there’, y’know? But yeah. He’s got some stories. Things that sort of shocked me. When he learned I was sober, I think he knew he could trust me and that I’d get it. I think he’s trying to make up for that lost time, now. He loves his wife and kid more than anyone I know. Guy’s got a damn big heart. And a really fucked up liver,” Otto added mirthfully.

Atticus snorted and then caught themselves, “Shit, should I laugh at that?”

“Yeah,” Otto said with a smirk. “He would.”

They finally sad down and Otto unpacked the soup. The smell was comforting and he found himself quite hungry despite still being a little bloated from last night’s antics and this morning’s food fare. Perhaps he was just as excited as Atticus seemed and that translated to wanting to eat? And he was excited. He really couldn’t wait to see his partner’s face at the surprise they had planned.

Otto swallowed the first spoonful of soup. It was very warm, slightly spiced, and he could feel the warmth go down his throat and immediately his diaphragm reacted to the change in temperature. He felt his body convulse involuntarily causing him to jump a little. Amazingly, Atticus was busy on their salad and hadn’t noticed.

He waited a second for any other hiccups, but none followed. Cautiously he took another spoonful, let it savor in his mouth and swallowed. The warm liquid triggered another spasm. He grunted softly. That hiccupy feeling in his throat intensified and he knew he was only a few more spoonfuls away from a full attack. That second spasm was more forceful, too. He wondered if he cold hold it off until he at least finished the meal. He paused, considering.

Atty caught him, body still and waiting, with same hand holding the spoon pressed against his mouth in a loose fist, spoon dangling from the tips of his fingers as he focused on something inwardly, eyebrows pinched a little.

“You okay?” they asked. The writer had been enjoying their salad more than they thought they would. They’d also been watching people pass by and taking in the social scenery. Otto being motionless caught their attention more than anything.

“Yeah,” Otto said tentatively, eyebrows pulling together all the more. “Every time I take a sip of soup I hiccup. They’re right here.” Otto tapped the base of his neck above his collar bone.

Atticus stopped chewing their salad to hone their eyes in on that place.

“Oh,” they said. “Um...you don’t feel sick, do you?”

“No-no,” Otto said, reassuring them quickly. “Just wondering if this is gonna turn into a full case...guess we’ll find out, hm?” There was a glint in his eyes. Of course there was always going to be a possibility of this becoming a day of hiccups, but part of him was delighted that it was actually happening. There would, of course, be consequences to his purposeful induction, but it was worth the adorable flush that came across his partner’s neck and wideness of their eyes.

Atticus swallowed their salad a little too eagerly and took a drink of water. They were extremely disappointed they’d missed the previous hiccups but, eyes trained on him now, they were determined not to miss anymore.

“Excited?” he teased, smiling knowingly.

“A little,” they admitted. “Not to an...actionable level.” They kept the statement diplomatic. Atticus really had no need to take care of their arousal again. But their body was going to react and they were going to be interested no matter what.

Otto chuckled at the terminology and jumped a little with another spasm.

“Hm,” Atticus said, feigning casualness.

Otto grinned a little and rolled his eyes in mild exasperation. Even though he’d only had the hiccups one time that day it was a strong and fast enough case that he knew any additional cases would be a little more exhausting than normal. But that excitement at seeing Atticus’ excitement was enough to be ready for the possible onslaught.

His hiccups persisted as he continued to eat his soup. His diaphragm reacted with each gulp and sometimes without the trigger of swallowing. They weren’t very strong, but he did still have to time his eating around them when they started to go off script of being triggered.

They got a bit more forceful when he started on the grilled cheese. Bread was the ‘enemy’ on his hiccup-sensitive days. He should’ve known that. Perhaps part of him had known that and wanted to give Atticus another show. Or perhaps it was just his absent mindedness forgetting what his triggers were on days like this. Regardless, the bready sandwich certainly encouraged the hiccup fit to strengthen. They became more audible, though still easily muffled.

Atticus continued to eat their salad, but they hardly tasted it as they watched Otto’s suppressed hiccups as he continued to eat despite them. His head and chest would jerk up and he’d have to pause for that half-second before taking another mouthful. As he began to muffle the sounds they started to make the writer pulled their legs together subconsciously. They were also getting faster and the adorableness of Otto trying to navigate the fit paired with the mild arousal they felt was almost too much. But it was an almost too much they could handle as they felt safe experiencing it.

A couple of times he was hit with a cluster of hiccups which he would let out a small grunt or sigh after before resuming eating. He probably didn’t even realize he was making the small sounds, but Atticus soaked up every movement and sound watching Otto in adoration. His hiccups and reactions were endearing to watch and their body let them know that it was paying attention, but Atty never felt the need to give into their arousal in the way they had this morning.

When he started in on his sandwich he jerked so powerfully and quickly that Atticus startled in how closely they’d been paying attention and the break in pattern of his hiccups. They heard a little thump in the back of Otto’s throat at that hiccup. The case also increased in speed and it was obvious Otto noticed as he chewed carefully and timed his swallowing.

A ‘hik’p!’ slipped out and Otto muttered, “Oh man…” He was no longer able to keep them all quiet or muffled with how hard they’d suddenly become. He could feel his stomach jiggling from under the table, how it jerked in and out. His neck movements caused his head to jerk hard as well, having to time eating even more carefully to line up the food with his mouth.

“Higgup! You just gonna-higgulp!-just gonna watch hilp!-watch me ea-hugguck!-eat this whole time?” he asked, amused.

“That was kind of the plan,” Atticus teased.

“Damn bre-herp!-bread made them wo-erp!-worse! Hickulp!” he said.

Even though, he used the last bit of that sandwich to sop up the last dregs of his soup, all the while jerking as his diaphragm and glottis continued to argue loudly over when to breath and when to not.

Eating that last bite definitely didn’t help. He took a few large straw-fulls of water but continued what seemed to have developed into a pretty powerful hiccuping fit. Otto was thankful for the food court being boisterous with activity as he’d yet to see anyone looking over his way despite how more audible they’d become.

But as much as he was enjoying the way Atticus was looking at him his neck had started to hurt again. It hurt in the back right where it met his shoulders. He couldn’t even suppress the motions on this case. Every hiccup came as a surprise to him. Usually, when he had them, he had the feeling he would hiccup a little bit before the next one, but as this case got worse he lost the ability to feel when the next one was going to hit. It was a bit unusual to not be able to predict them like he normally was. As a result his body was at their mercy even more.

Otto’s hand pressed against his chest and Atty noticed that his face had lost some of the mirth it had when his hiccups had begun. He didn’t look distressed, necessarily, but he didn’t really look like he was wholly unbothered, either.

“Oh man HUCKULK-man! These are hu-ULK!-are hard. ULK!Huck!-ugh! I can’t-ulk!-can’t tell when the-h’mlk!-their coming next ei-ulp!-either. Damn,” he finally admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to take a measured breath through the onslaught. It was interrupted by more sharp hiccups and he winced, eyes closing for a moment at a particularly fast cluster. “HULK!HU-CULK!ULK!H’MUCK!mmk!”

A small hand slapped three packets in front of him so loudly he jumped a little (before he jumped with another hiccup). When he looked down Atticus’ hand lifted to reveal a packet of Real Cane Sugar, a white paper packet from a fast food restaurant marked ‘Salt’, and a plastic packet with yellow writing on it that said ‘Pure Lemon Juice’. Otto looked up to his partner’s smug face (as much as he could give them a steady gaze with how much he was jerking) and they grinned, lips pushing up the sides of their mustache into the apples of their cheeks.

“Never leave home without them,” they said a little haughtily.

“Do you HUCK-UCK!-always keep-HUCK!-alw-ulk!-ways keep these wi-UCK!-ith you? Huck!-HUCK’M!” he asked, grunting out another sigh as he started opening the sugar packet.

“Only when my extremely sweet husband decides to indulge in me for my birthday in a way that could bite him in the ass later on,” Atticus said.

“I think-HUCK!-there was-hulkUCK!-a compli-ulk-ment in-hulk!-in there-HUCK’L! some-uck!-somewhere Huck’l!HUCK!-uh!”Otto said.

“Otto,” Atty implored. “Sugar.”

“Yes hon-HUCKAH!-honey? Huck!HUCK!HUCK!Ow...” Otto exclaimed with a scowl at his interrupted joke. He wordlessly (though not soundlessly) opened the sugar packet and dumped it in his mouth.

The cure did the trick. For a few seconds he sat after he’d downed the lemon juice with some deep breaths, still holding his chest.

“You good?” Atticus asked. For some reason their hand had found his and was holding it as if giving him comfort. It seemed silly to do so for someone having something as seemingly harmless as hiccups, but those sounded and looked incredibly uncomfortable. And all of Atty’s research on hiccups led them to believe that hiccups could potentially cause great discomfort; they never wanted that inflicted in their husband.

He took another deep breath.

“Whew. Yeah. Sorry about that. They kind of got out of hand,” he said sheepishly. “Um, how was your salad?”

“I honestly have no idea...” they admitted looking down at their empty container.

“You got a little turned on, right?” he asked, voice low.

“Right up until the end, yes,” they said.

“Still…” Otto waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re just a little self-destructive, you know that?” they said.

“Listen, you’re the one who married an alcoholic.”

Atticus reached across the table and put either hand on the side of Otto’s face rubbing his short beard with their thumbs before squeezing his cheeks gently between their palms.

“I married a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate man who is also an alcoholic,” they said, amending the statement. “And it’s my birthday so I’m right and you can’t argue with me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Otto said, diction affected by his lips being squished between the hands on his face.

“It is,” Atticus assured him. They finally released his face and Otto grinned back.

“And it’s your birthday so…” he said, trailing off.

“Exactly!”

Cleaning up their trash and putting the reusable trays in a marked spot above the trash cans they both finally made their way into the antique’s mall area.

#hiccup kink #hiccups kink #hiccups #minors dni #hic fic #kink blog #hicfic #otto and atticus #non kink blogs do not reblog #sorry this took so long #i got distracted by spider and cat demons

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trinoxtrinox · 2 years ago

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A celebration

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Chaos. Prompt: One Hundred.

Summary: It's been one hundred days since the reveal made by Danny Fenton, and today was a day to celebrate.

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“Danny! You’ll be late for school if you continue sleeping like that!” Maddie Fenton shouted from the kitchen on the first floor, all the while still making the pancakes on the stove, hearing as the batter for this batch of fudge flavored pancake was sizzling slowly, the smell of it spreading through the house as one Jack Fenton could be heard eating them on the table behind her. Jazz meanwhile had already left in her car for college earlier in the morning, and wouldn’t return until the afternoon, thus leaving the family of 4 as a family of 3 once Danny returns from school.

“Hey mom, hey dad.” Danny phased his head through the ceiling, taking a big breath of whatever was being made. “If those are what I think they are then please mom make me like, a hundred of them.”

“Ha! Now that’s a Fenton appetite!” Jack cheered, lifting his fork, only to return eating his own share of pancakes.

“Well honey, if you want to eat some of them you better get down soon, because otherwise your father will end up eating every pancake. This is the second to last round of batter I’m making after all.”

“Nooooo! I’ll get changed and come down in a sec.” With more urgency than if a ghost attack was happening right now, Danny flew back into his room and phased his pajamas out, got his clothes on, and phased through the floor until he finally arrived at the kitchen. “So? How many pancakes can I eat now?”

“Well, you were pretty fast, so I’d say this last batter batch is all yours.” Maddie put some pancakes on the dish designated for herself and then began making the last batch of fudge pancakes.

“So, are you ready for today Danno?”

“Ready for what?” He asked as he kept stimming in his chair, bouncing from place to place while waiting for the delectable pancakes to be ready to eat.

“Well, today masks 100 days since the reveal Danno!” The excitement Jack felt was contagious, and as evidenced, Danny also began smiling even more upon hearing the news.

“Really!? So we’re gonna celebrate today!” he slowly began floating in place, taking the chair with himself as we had his feet tangled to it’s legs.

“Yep, once you’re out of school we’ll do a patrol together the three of us and then go spend some time hanging around doing whatever comes to mind, and once dinner time comes we’ll buy a Nasty Burger for the four of us.” Maddie detailed the plans for today as she finished the first pancake and set it on Danny’s dish, she turned around to put the batter on the pan, and looked behind her once more, only to witness Danny open his mouth impossibly high and putting the whole pancake inside of it, not waiting to chew nor savor it before gulping it all down.

“Aaaahhhhhh.” Danny’s face of satisfaction brought to doubt if he really didn't savor anything.

“Danny, next time remember to chew and eat in bite sized bites, alright?” the chastise brought to him by his mother caused him to retract upon himself and weakly nod, looking downwards to avoid anyone’s gaze.

“Don’t worry Dann-o, no one is mad, it’s just that it can’t be healthy to stretch your mouth that long or that far to begin with.”

“Alright alright, I’ll eat the following pancake normally.”

“Now that’s the spirit.” That pun got the three of the Fenton present laughing, and after a bit of a scare with the batter almost burning due to the distraction, the rest of the morning continued like normal and the day proceeded to do so as well. There wasn’t any big ghost attack today, and thanks to that every member of the Fenton family was able to arrive in time to celebrate the special day on the streets. They first went to the planetarium, and later the movies, where this time Jazz was the one to pick a movie from all the ones available in the theater. Finally once they got out of the theater, they all returned home with their bellies full and minds at ease, and went directly to bed. This had been the best 100 days of his life according to one Danny Fenton.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Chaos #Day 19 #One Hundred #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton

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lunarifie · 2 years ago

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Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

The Tournament of Elements episode 9-10

Uh huh. So im just supposed to believe that the people of ninjago city are scared of serpentine ppl (like skyler) when the serpentine just saved them from the overlord

Skyler: i wish i still had the power to change

Kai: you have changed, your with us now.

Thats actually so sweet

Kryptarium prison: jail for the worst of the worst.

Dont the ninja get thrown in here once

Pythor: AND forced me to take a shrinking pill!

That wasn’t for you and NO ONE told you to jump and take it.

Cole: ill handle this!

(Throws rocks at prison bars almost freeing inmates)

Cole you dumbass.

Keep forgetting these two anacondrai are kapow and chope. They changed :(

They were so goofy before

Lloyd: we cant let him get into the wrong hands! Literally…

Pythor: oh i get it, its literal because of my size. 😒 Well, im a little sensitive so-

Garmadon: a little sensitive?

Love them pun teaming

Cole: It aint fair! Why do they get weapons and we dont!

Jay, completely serious: Everythings a weapon in the big house. (Fights an anacondrai with a toothbrush)

Jay have you gone to jail

Cant believe Wus snake racist

Maybe he should have gone with the ninja and seen the snakes new civilization under ground

Lloyd: I lost him

Garmadon: wha- What do you mean you lost him?!? Find him!!!

Hes such a dad 😭

Wait wait wait i forgot when were there pirates

Oh ok when garmadon brought them to life with the mega weapon.

Got it

Why is it that they never use their elemental power when they actually need to

COLE. DONT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING. NOW THEYRE ALL GONNA ESCAPE.

(Cole, busting down walls to escape.)

Jay: when people try to bust out of jail, they do so quietly. not literally!!!

Jay. Have you. Been to. Jail.

Okay pythors actually hilarious

THE MEME SCREAM

ITS BEEN SO LONG

Jay: what happened to ‘we stay as one?’

Garmadon: this isnt a vote jay, this is war.

Good to know jay knows when to stfu

I actually feel like sometimes he takes garmadon more seriously than Wu

I feel so bad for Garmadons guilt, like honestly, the letter isnt even that bad. Yeah its a dickish thing to do. But if wu and misako dwell on it and get angry then thats on them, it happened YEARS ago and it was chen who pressured him.

Misako: theres smth wrong… what aren’t you telling me.

Garmadon: were on the threshold of war and im a man-snake. Take your pick.

Jenfusbdjfbskne

Misako: the letter? Oh! It was the reason i fell in love with you.

Oh.

Well…

Lloyd probably felt like he scared that kid with the dragons blast, but he didnt get to see how the kids eyes sparkled and threw his soccer ball away, asking anyone if they wanted to play dragons 😭

I actually love Coles dragons design.

This whole season Cole has a sort of greenish glow to his powers but im pretty sure later its more lava like and I cant decide which one I like more.

Praise that old lady who only cares about driving her car and not being blocked by dragons in this madness

KAI STOP FIREBLOCKING THE ROADS.

NO NOT THE DRAGON LOVER KID

Wu let Garmadon be angry i feel like hes allowed to after everythings chens done to him 💀

STOOOP

NO.

CHEN.

YOU FUCKER.

GARMADON WAS GONNA TELL THEM HIMSELF.

HE WAS ABOUT TO.

IM GENUINELY ANGRY WTF CHEN.

im crying.

Wu bro pls hes sorry he said hes sorry

Ik if that happened to me I would be pissed asf

But still!!!!!

At least skylers keeping a steady head.

HFJSNFJDNSJNR

Wu's passive aggressiveness is so funny

And fair

He needs time and that's ok

Wu thinks a lot like an actual military or war general

Very strategic

KAI AT THE DOOMSDAY COMIX GIVING A SPEECH FOR HELP

JAY AT THE JUNKYARD

ZANE AT HIS MONUMENT STATUE

COLE AT THE PRISON

I'm so hyped

WAAAAR

THE LITTLE SNAKE BOY WITH A BOMBER JACKET MADE A HUMAN KID FRIEND IM CRYING

my favorite trope is when the city fights with the heroes

(statue and rocks fall down)

Awkward silence

The anacondrai a second later: ARAAARGRHRRRR

Pythor named the sewer rat Rodrigo

Is this pythors character arc???

Skyler after throwing her father: sorry, but i have a few daddy issues.

HFISNFJSJRKR

I said this in my last reaction but Garmadons urge to self sacrifice himself as an act of heroism to make up for what hes done/doesn’t think he deserves to live, is smth so obvious but smth i thought he changed and grew from

Now hes relapsing :(

Lloyd: you think im gonna stick around to watch you go! Fine! My real family needs me.

LLOYD NO 😭

I FORGOT GARMADON SACRIFICED HIMSELF BEFORE TURNING EVIL THIS IS GONNA KILL ME

Not the melodramatic music.

NOT THE FLASHBACKS

this is unfair

Lloyd literally a minute after (comes back): if anyone should be sending you off. Its me.

Well that was quick.

Had a whole realization in 0.5 seconds

Garmadon: I yearned to make the world in my image. I never realized I already had, in you.

Brb sobbing my eyes out

Even pythors like 😧

I love when rad snakes kill poser cultists

I hate that the “whats wrong! Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!” Joke from Cole was completely intentional in foreshadowing bc the anacondrai generals look just like Morro and Cole when theyre ghosts and the ghost seasons right after this

Chen: Save me skyler!

Skyler: 🙂

They made pythor big again :D

What the anacondrai generals said to Lloyd is probably the most respect hes been given for like, EVERYTHING EVER.

Skyler

No, no you dont. You DONT need to take up the family business. Let it burn to the ground. Its fine :)

NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHY ARE YOU BURNING THE SPELLBOOK THATS SO USEFUL WTFFF

HFNSJFNSNR WHY IS MORRO HERE

he popped out of nowhere and that took me so off guard

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rewatching Ninjago

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farieshades · 2 years ago

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Um think this is question 4 for supernatural. Deities knows.

Fuck what was I gonna ask. Fuuuuuuuccccckk.

Destiny!

No autocorrect. Destiel.

What do you think about Destiel?

I am, definitely, not the person to ask this of, but sure, lets goooooooo.

The Relationship through the Seasons

There are a lot of minute details that show up throughout the seasons, little looks here and there, offhand comments with deeper meanings, the wonderful queerbaiting eye-fucking, but for this, we’re going to go on both my thoughts and what the scenes can portray.

So, we start with the beginning really. Dean and Castiel have romantic subtext as a part of their interactions since Castiel’s introduction at the start of Season 4, especially when paralleling Sam's relationships with Meg (I believe at the time) with the sneaking out and the secretive nature of both. However, unlike Sam’s relationship nothing explicit happened in the audience view.

Interestingly, we do get a lot of, what I’d call ‘background’ for the relationship. In 4.14 the Siren episode, it is clear from the male siren, and Dean’s own words of Sirens being creatures who attract men by turning into “whatever floats they guys boat”, that Nick Munroe is that which is attractive to Dean. The episode does play it off by linking similarities to Sam, but the mythology behind sirens (in general, lets not try and figure out fish legs or bird bodies honestly) is inherently sexual, seen in a later scene when Nick makes the brothers fight with the promise of “whoever survives can be with me forever” which in no way is straight or platonic.

Season 4 is also where we learn a lot about angels in general. Castiel, as an angel, is “about the size of your Chrysler building” and as all angels are, “junkless”. Multiple angels in the series flip between both male and female vessels, Castiel included for a single episode, but nevertheless, Castiel often inhabits a male vessel (when an angel). With his appearance in the show, Cas is canonically a virgin, to the point of actual confusion to arousing stimuli, however, as the seasons progress, Cas gains an understanding of romantic and sexual desire; often to women (Hannah, Meg, April, kina Nora but not really).

Interestingly, as I bring it up, season 4 is somewhat the time of learning to understand who you once were and who you could possibly be.

Two lines strike out in favour of Destiel, specifically in favour of it.

"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition"

We all know this one, and I’m probably certain it’s been analyzed to hell and back (hah puns), but from my view this opens up a reciprocity between the two, not an ideal way to start being ‘in debt’, but well, better than others. In this, of course, Castiel doesn’t mean to make it as a deal, he’s more or less stating a fact, instantly contradicting Dean’s thoughts of worthlessness and his unsaveable nature(1.16 and the interesting line “I know I’m a freak and sooner or later everyone else is going to know it too” while a shapeshifter wore Dean’s face / 3.10 in which Nightmare!Dean says “I know how dead you are inside, how worthless you feel…. Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died, why should you?”), but these feelings are counteracted with their meeting, ‘I am an angel of the Lord’ really is a shock to the system when really not believing in the good for the last 3 seasons.

Later in this season, however, we get the interesting line from the angel Uriel; "Castiel? Uh... he's not here. You see, he has this weakness. He likes you."

This is straight to the face, he likes you. Sure, at the time he’s more in a state of “fond of charge” probably, but for an ‘unfeeling’ angel to be ‘fond’ that… there’s a lot of oomph power there.

Season 5 is when Dean’s platonic affection for Cas shows up (And Cas’ fondness becomes more clear), notably we have the statement from Cas, “And I did it all, all of it, for you.” Now this is more about them as a whole I’d believe, but the way it is worded is in itself a love confession, is it not? But to Dean, he’s beginning to definitely see Cas as a form of family, and not a platonic kind surely, as he makes a joke, 5.3, about two women (Thelma and Louise) kissing refering back to themselves.

By Season 6, the fondness that Cas holds for Dean can be seen in wanting to let him lead his own human life rather that get him wrapped up in heaven’s politics, which, of course, causes the whole leviathan problem later because of some strange plotline that my head refuses to remember but I do recall that happening, so there is that. We also see, once again, it’s not just the audience picking up on interactions here, as Balthazar describes Castiel to Dean as “the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” Season 6 ends with Destiel with a very significant moment, Dean collecting the bloody trench coat that flowed towards him in the water, the only remaining piece of Castiel. Dean picks it up folds it, and keeps it. This is an interesting parallel to widows of soldiers who die in line of service and recieve the flag as an honour to their husbands' sacrifice. Dean also keeps it nearby in a multitude of different cars as we go into Season 7 until he can return the coat.

Season 7 doesn't have much Cas/Dean moments honestly, but there are still significant moments, like the returning of the coat, the amnesia Cas trusting Dean instantly, and finally, when he gets his memory back that he remembers Dean, and everything that happened. Dean's own character has shown to have changed, specifically with this scene and how he regards Cas the same as he would his brother, "If you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time." No matter what, however, Cas is full of guilt, even saying "I deserved to die. Now, I can’t possibly fix it… So why did I even walk out of that river?" But Dean refused to give up, telling Cas that coming back was his choice to fix it. This scene is one out of many that shows that Dean will fight for Cas and their family, as that is what he considers Cas to be. Dean's never really done long term relationships, the only people that stick around long enough are firmly set into the "Family” category in his mind, out of "Enemy" and "Friend" and "Stranger". This season also introdced an interesting concept from Hester, an angel from Castiel's garrison, who tells Dean "When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" which, if an angel falls when there is too much emotion and whatnot, just merely touching Dean managed to flood Cas with emotion and love(?), probably without any idea what had happened to him when he did so.

At the end of Season 7 we end up in Purgatory, something intrinsically important to Season 8. Through flashbacks, we see Dean searching for Cas in a literal hellscape and praying every night, and when they do find eachother, Dean’s relief and joy are clear to see, despite Cas having been trying to stay away to keep Dean safe, and then when Cas chose to stay behind in Purgatory, Dean’s memories are distorted from the even in his own distress, he believes he failed Cas. When Cas does in fact return, 8.7, Dean yells at him for staying behind, “‘Look, I don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I’ve failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don’t need it!” Everyone he cares about he fails and thus we have Dean entering the paradox of failed love; he failed Cas, meaning he cares about him (read Love if you want), but he cares for Cas, meaning he failed him. For Dean, destiny has dictated if he loves someone, if he cares, he will fail them. Which, considering the life he has led and how many people he has watched die, is actually possibly true.

By mid season 8, we get the interesting “He was my gay thing” episode, with Aaron. Of course, in the episode, the flirtation is a diversion tactic, but Dean doesn’t know this when interacting with Aaron, and in the bar, Dean acts genuinely interested (or possibly shocked, could be read both ways), but with the interesting take, Aaron looks out of his depth. It is a romantic comedy kind of flustered that Dean is taken with at the scene, as said by Ben Edlund and Phil Sgriccia who did a commentary over the scene also further saying, jokingly based on their tone, that the two could have come together, where this was a potential with the hard life that Dean had lived and the idea that ‘wow someone likes me.’ Of course, in the scene where its revealed that Dean wasn’t actually being flirted with, he’s quite flustered and seemingly affected, though he does manage to say “It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth” as if he had faced rejection in a way. (Which it kinda was)

8.17 shows up not long after, Castiel having been reprogramed to be able to kill Dean, however, you know what stopped him? Dean echoing back what he said in purgatory, a declaration (of love) strong enough to break through the brainwashing. I need you.

The need is repeated in Season 9's first episode prayer to Castiel, "I know you think that I’m pissed at you, OK? But I don’t care that the angels fell. Whatever you did, or didn’t do, it doesn’t matter, OK? We’ll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.” Dean later also refuses to give up Cas even to save him or his brother, something he would have never done in the past (considering Sam is family and family is everything to Dean). Of course, Season 9 is also when we get the tiktok viral video of Abbadon grabbing Dean and saying, “So obedient, and suicidally stupid. I like that too.” To which Dean responds with “Are we gonna fight or make out, cause I’m getting some mixed signals here?” (cough - bottom - cough) -- 9.6 Cas has a date, and Dean doesn't look happy about it. In fact, we get a romantic cliche “Cas, wait. I can’t let you do this.” Cas closes the door, stares up at Dean and says, “What?” Dean says, “You’re gonna wear that, on a date?”. Now, ok, not exactly romantic, but "I can't let you do this" very much is, especially when confessing love to prevent love interest from leaving/marrying someone/dating. Of course, Dean tells Cas to lose the vest. Cas takes it off. Then Dean says, “And why don’t you unbutton it.” Cas starts unbuttoning his shirt. Dean says, “Alright, that’s enough Tony Manero.” Dean grins and looks down at Cas’s chest. Which, to the younger audience, Tony Manero (the flim) is 1) deliberately provocative 2) as challenging and compelling as it is difficult to describe.

This season honestly has more Dean/Crowley than Dean/Cas, but Metatron states and hints, quite a few times, about the relationship. He specifies that Castiel’s goal was to “save Dean” but also that Cas was Dean’s “Boy Toy” (though this was the illusion of Gabriel that Metatron created) and Metatron makes many references to queer or queer coded characters such as Sherlock, the erotic poem by Muriel Rukeyser, and the 'subtext' of a story making the story work [interestingy, the last time subtext was referenced was 5.9 in which two cosplayers (one sam, one dean) came out as a gay couple]. Metatron even states that he left Cas humant because he "was hoping [Cas] would live happily ever after, but he screwed that up too.” Then, damningly almost, in 9.22, Metatron states that "after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed: He’s in love. With humanity.” Although, in the scene, it's clearly Dean who was just saved by Castiel, one specific aspect of humanity one may say.

Season 10 I am going over quickly as I’m probably overwriting at this point, we get the fun “Fanfiction” episode, 10.5, which strongly acknowledges the Destiel within the series “Supernatural” by Chuck Shurley. We also get Dean referring to Sam and Castiel as “the people who love me.” within the season.

Really, nothing is going to stand out in the next 4 seasons other than basically strengthening the bonds and becoming fathers together, with their weirdly shaped family that we love. But, the fact that Castiel loves Dean is repeatedly affirmed in canon, not just through inference, but direct, unequivocal statements.

But, then we get Season 15, episode 18 in specific. You can all tell where I’m going with this.

To save the life of Dean one last time, Castiel sacrifices his own to the Shadow. It was a promise for when Cas exerienced a moment of true happiness the Shadow would come, but he figured it out in that moment. He confesses, tells dean that everything Dean has done has been for love, that Dean is the most selfless, loving human he will ever know, that he changed him, and goodbye. He tells him I love you, tears streaming down his face. Many watch Dean's confusion, the anguish, the shock. It's too late for Dean to react, but Cas has saved him, saved the man he loved. The ending scene is Dean ignoring a phone call from Sam as he sobs.

The Actors

Here’s where I’m going to pause and take a step back. Jensen Ackles doesn’t support the ship, however he did state that at the time of Cas’ confession he played Dean’s character open to interpretation as Dean ‘was in shock’, of course, the Latin American Dub has Dean saying he loves Cas back. But in the English, this doesn’t happen. Jensen has also stated that most of Dean's reaction in that scene was removed in editing and with it more ambiguity is given to the situation. Now, Jensen has repeatedly said at conventions that he never played Dean as bi or gay, however, Jensen also says in an interview with TV Week that Dean may have been a prostitute/hooker for a time [Q: Are the guys still mainly living on stolen credit cards and so forth? A: For the most part, yeah. Dean’s a bit of a pool shark and also a bit of a gambler. It doesn’t really show it all the time, but it’s definitely implied that there are poker games and pool matches that they can win some money on. And who knows? Dean’s a promiscuous kind of guy. Who knows how he drums up the funds that they use?]

Respecting Jensen’s thoughts on this, my take in understanding how this may be played out could be that, Castiel loves Dean, and supposedly, by the amount of timesit's been referenced to his face, Dean knows it as well, but at the same time there are plenty of different types of love. What Dean may look on as Stroge or Pragma (Familiar and Enduring), Castial may see as Philia and Eros (Affectionate and Romantic).

Personally

I think the ship works for the characters. There is a distinct queer coding that is applied through many of their scenes, and especially to Dean’s character and his (bi)sexuality. I’ve read plenty of fics, seen plenty of edits, and yeah, tis a good pairing, possibly the best one that Dean could work with.

Castiel – “I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want, it's something I know I can't have. But I think I know... I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it.”

Dean – “What are you talking about, man?”

Castiel – “I know. I know how you see yourself, Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive, and you're angry, and you're broken. You're “daddy's blunt instrument.” And you think that hate and anger, that's... That's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you see it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know. You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.”

Dean – “Why does this sound like a goodbye?”

Castiel – “Because it is. I love you.”

Dean – “Don't do this, Cas.”

Castiel – “Goodbye, Dean.”

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MY LONG OVERDUE TRAILER THOUGHTS + MERCH N WHATNOT

HEYY GUYS been a while since march huh? Anyways so i kinda expected to post these thought right after the trailer came out But. one thing led to another, procrastination took place and now it's the night before the new trailer release and i am wrestling with my impending genloss fixation just to type this out hooray!

side note i read through everything i already said before typing this out and Man has things changed lol. it's really funny bc all that was typed just a few months ago and here i am reading through it like "i would not fucking say that..." except i would. just. months ago. when i was young and stupid an unaware of the truths of the world smh

idk i just think it's rlly funny. time flies and i've been growing

anyways i stand by a lot of the things i said i just feel like i worded things kinda really aggressively n was a bit intense and all yknow (sorry to other iteration donnie fans for my actions rise!d is my personal favorite but i got kinda carried away w the "best by far" statements especially for someone who hasn't even seen any other iterations lmao. like wow march!everly wtf were you on about!!)

ANYWAYS rambles aside so

1. YEAH THE TRAILER WAS SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GOD

YEAH I LOVED THE TRAILER SO MUCH IFS SO GOOD.

i predicted it would be a vlog of sorts and while that wasn't exactly the case we Did get a form of that w the watermelon scene WHICH was great and close enough for me to consider this an absolute win

the voice acting was PHENOMENAL and i'm obsessed with the fact that they managed to work improv into this film with everyone in a scene recording in the same room it just adds such a natural vibe to the interactions that's sooo fun to watch. lion king remake had 1 valuable thing to give to society and it was giving seth rogen this idea

the comedy is on POINT (pun intended lmaoooo rip donnie's leg) and i can already tell this movie's gonna have me on the floor

but yeah i think raph is shaping up to be my favorite he's so relatable. just a silly guy. Absolute goober. i love him he can do no wrong

2. I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS HAPPY TO BE WRONG (APRIL!!!!)

OK SO Y'ALL KNOW I WAS WORRIED ABT APRIL'S DESIGN. mostly in terms of the fact that i thought the leaked storyboard was fake and getting everyone excited for a black plus sized april who wouldn't actually be in the film and, if the design wasn't kept, a lot of people would be upset abt it

but EVIDENTLY the storyboard was real (which i will elaborate on later) and i was WRONG!! BLACK PLUS SIZED APRIL REAL!!!

i'm so happy for everyone feeling represented by her character bc if there's one thing i was worried about it's that representation that we got to see for the first time in rise will be taken away with this new iteration and april retaining this part of her character makes me feel a lot more optimistic for other diverse characters as well!

3. MERCH/GOD THERE IS SO MUCH ADVERTISING FOR THIS THING??

they are advertising the FUCK out of this movie and i am here for it

i am so excited to go into Walmart and be surrounded by turtlemania it will be a blast. i hope they're everywhere. i hope no one can escape

i am gonna go to that premiere decked out in turtle merchandise and look absolutely insane and it will be great. They'd better sell the pizza flavored mutant mayhem peatos at the movie theatre or i will cry

i still really hope they go the puss in boots 2 route with marketing at some point i cannot stress enough how much i want mutant mayhem boys making tiktoks to advertise the movie it would be iconic

4. THE LEAKS 😬

YEAH UHHH NOT COOL!!!

basically that storyboard from earlier is probably real and that's bc uh. The same twitter account who posted that proceeded to post a whole ass Google drive full of leaks and then got promptly shut down LMAO

but yeah i've had to dodge spoilers for a bit since the new trailer got LEAKED and now people are posting about it, which??????? if one of the crew members literally says "hey if you leak trailers fuck you" and you continue spreading this stuff i have no words for u

5. PREDICTIONS AND THEORIES???

OKAY SO I HAVE A FEW THEORIES BUT IM GONNA START BY REITERATING SOME FROM MY LAST POSTS THAT I STILL HAVE FAITH IN

first off i still think we're gonna get a resolution reminiscent of luca for the turtles. once again: "some people? they'll never accept them. but some will. and they seem to know how to find the good ones."

the movie will likely end w mutants being overall more accepted and integrated into society

andd,, i still rlly want that donnie headphones action scene y'know the one

NOW ONTO NEW STUFF

there's this one bit everyone's talking abt where you can see a 6 printed on raph's shoulder which not only implies that he's a lab creation but also that there are two more turtles and i think that one playset image that's been floating around could definitely imply that there's at least one more. What happened to the sixth one? idk. It got hit by a meteor i guess

i'm excited to see where it goes though! i'd honestly be down for venus, jennika or even kirby to show up they'd be so fun. Although i'd expect them to introduce them in a later movie rather than the first one, but,,, idk as long as it's written well I'm down for anything!

speaking of the turtles' origins though i do think that the utroms assisted stockman in creating the ooze. Since in that scene at the end of the first trailer w the ominous blue glow where the turtles are talking abt ooze it... Does Not look like they're talking to april. the lighting's different and the scene is also visibly flipped sideways. I think it's a classic trailer trick to hide what's really going on

Soooo i think they're talking to cynthia utrom! my take is that she's a henchman/employee for kraang or something. A messenger of some kind? Who's working with stockman on all this stuff

speaking of stockman i don't thiiiink that he and superfly are the same? Different voice actor nd all. I'm gonna guess that its more of a jekyll and hyde situation than anything

But yeah uhhh i have another theory, this one specificslly related to leo!

this is kinda just n entire scene i have in my mind and it's inspired by a scene in jeff rowe's other movie, the mitchells vs the machines

i think there's going to be an all is lost moment where leo loses his little brothers. Even after everything he failed to protect them. This whole time he's tried to be a leader and it still wasn't enough

and somehow he gets his hands on a phone and the phone has a video on it, and its the video from the rooftop watermelon scene

and he sees it, sees himself in the background, probably wishing they were training instead or something, and realizes

the reason that he failed his brothers was that he was trying so hard to be a good leader that he forgot the most important thing- being the big brother that they needed him to be

I'm thinking that he maybe had this very specific image of a strong disciplined ninja team that he wanted them to be and it's not until this moment that he realizes that's not what his brothers are meant for, and that they'll only succeed if he gives them the freedom to do things their own way and works with them and works to understand them rather than just trying to order them around

and armed with this knowledge and revelation he gears up again and sets out to make things right, leading us into the finale!

but yeah thgts just a theory.

anyways i have another one that's way less plausible but still rlly silly i think

SO i mentioned how I'm hoping they keep the coding from rise right. Now leo,,, in rise,,, was really. Yaknow. 🏳️‍🌈

and i was reading Abt how mutant mayhem leo is supposedly gonna have a crush on april and,, it got me thinking

there's no way they're actually gonna be a thing since april seems to be an adult this time around (judging by the fact that her voice actor is an adult and it would make no sense to cast teen turtles as teens while leaving teen april out to dry for no reason) SO it's clearly gonna be an unrequited crush like a teenage boy would get on his babysitter or something

But. What if its a bit different than it seems on the surface

See judging by the leaked storyboard it seems like the turtles' perception of the world is heavily based on fiction, and like, mood, but also what if a young leo who was yet to realize some things about himself saw the heteronormative romances on tv and, being kinda confused, went on to mix up admiration or platonic affection w romantic attraction

and i can see a big reason for him doing this being that he's... well. He's already a mutant, and the idea of being even more of an outsider than he already is would be frankly terrifying!!

So he assumes his positive feelings for april are a crush and acts accordingly

but then as things go on and he has more and more doubts that lead to a genuine conversation with april (not exactly a feelings confession, just a heartfelt talk abt emotions) she drops into conversation that she is actually a lesbian! which can also hopefully be relevant to having another female casey jones in this iteration LIKE in rise but i'm getting ahead of myself

And she and Leo talk abt it for a second and leo has a Realization abt himself and april ends up being the first person he comes out to! and he realizes that maybe he's not as alone in this as he thought :)

anyways if this Were to happen i wouldn't place it all in mutant mayhem since that's likely where his leadership storyline would happen before any of those deep personal struggles especially since there's already SO MUCH STUFF mutant mayhem has to include (the other turtles' storylines + splinter and april + stockman and his mutant army)

i'd say this storyline would most likely be saved for the rumored tv show this iteration is probably getting. I mean mutant mayhem mikey showed up in a nickelodeon bumper so like. imma say it's super likely, and that i think would be a perfect place to explore a storyline like this!

so lets uhh. Let's hope I'm right! Whatever happens i will be so excited to tune in i just think a gay leo figuring himself out w help and guidance from a queer mentor in the form of lesbian april would be SO sweet and just a very wonderful dynamic

AND UHHH YEAH THATS ALL!!! it is 3am lmao. and since the spiderverse trailer came out at like 2am a while back maybe the mutant mayhem trailer came out while i was typing all this out? That'd be funny

but yeah uhhh STREAM GENERATION LOSS ND GOODNIGHT FELLAS!!! cowabunga

TODAY. MUTANT MAYHEM TEASER TRAILER. OUT TODAY. I AM SO FUCKING HYPED.

i have been so fucking hyped ever since i saw the concept art. with rottmnt's cancellation i've been praying that the creators behind this new iteration will be able to tell their full creative vision, and i plan to be with this new iteration every step of the way on that journey.

i've been watching this movie's leaks closely (due to the fact that i am a tmnt hungry autism gremlin who needs every scrap of knowledge on this movie possible) and today i want to lay out all my personal thoughts, opinions and speculation before the teaser!

soo yeah let's get this show on the road!

1. i am a bit frightened of mr. rogen but damn does the crew look promising

at first glance the producer of sausage party also producing a tmnt movie seems like something straight out of the nightmare dimension and i can't say that i've seen rogen's other work therefore i can't reassure anyone that sausage party is an outlier and the rest of his work is actually genius or anything like that.

HOWEVER it does seem that he's gonna be taking mutant mayhem pretty seriously! he, along with the director & a co-producer, have been stated to be huge fans and this is supposedly a big passion project for them that's been in the works for years

additionally, it seems to be very focused on the "teenage" aspect of tmnt, shown in part by how they've decided to get actual teenage voice actors for the turtles. it seems to be more of a coming of age character driven movie than a typical action blockbuster. so it's certainly not just a cash grab to make money off of the tmnt brand or anything, there is heart here

i'm not familiar with evan goldberg or james weaver either, but jeff rowe........ not only has he worked on gravity falls, but he also co-directed the mitchells vs the machines. another movie that blurs the lines between 2d and 3d animation phenomenally and masterfully handles complicated family dynamics as well as a neurodivergent teenage queer protagonist

so honestly his place on this project already has me very excited and while i haven't watched gravity falls yet, anyone else who's seen mitchells-machines knows damn well we're in good hands

the movie has also been described as "left of center" as well which means hopefully anyone who complained about the rise turtles looking too non-binary or whatever and is looking forward to a "more classic, less woke" iteration will be in for a very rude awakening. Lmao

the animation style is supposed to mimic doodles and sketchy art styles, a lot like mitchells, so you can see that influence! you can even see sketch lines and whatnot on the leaked turtle designs which is super fucking cool and i'm so excited to see it in action tonight!!

2. donatello takes minecraft hunger games (for the first time in history!)

the turtles themselves are also, as i mentioned earlier, gonna be played by actual teenagers. the rumored casting involves three dudes i've never heard of as leo, raph and mikey so i can't really speak on them in depth even though they look promising!

but i think we've all recognized nicolas cantu as gumball and, even though i myself haven't seen TAWOG, i think he could be a pretty good fit? honestly i'd just be glad to have donnie's voice actor be the same guy who hunted down james charles in a minecraft tournament and promised to eliminate the middle class on smplive(?) just because then people will be able to animate mm!donnie to that audio and it'll be glorious

i honestly hope that those slightly unhinged gamer vibes carry over into donnie's actual character, possibly as a combo of influence from nicolas cantu himself and maybe as a remnant of rise!donnie. given that he was the best donatello by far, fight me, i hope they take the whole "borrowing elements from previous iterations to make this like a cool mega mashup combo of them" idea that was discussed, and give mm!donnie a lot of rise!donnie influence. that would just be so rad i think but maybe i'm just biased w rise!donnie being my favorite tmnt character of all time and all

3. SO ABOUT THAT LEAKED CHARACTER STUFF

THE DESIGNS ARE AWESOME i know a lot of people were mixed on them and i was too but they've been really growing on me!

i absolutely loved donnie's design right from the start though. he just has a lot of neat little details that set him apart from the others! his glasses, his little phone, his headphones (which i pray are noise cancelling) his weapon having jujutsu kaisen and sailor moon stickers on it HELL YEAH !!

i was kinda bummed out when they took his snaggletooth because i thought it was cute but i can see why they removed it, maybe to stay away from like the kind of "buck toothed nerd" stereotype that they might have felt they were getting a bit too close to. What they had better not fucking remove? The autism. given that the entire mitchell family is highly autistic coded though i am trusting jeff rowe not to fuck this up

speaking of neurodivergency, mikey had adhd in both 2012 and rise and they had better fucking keep that as well!

i also heard some rumors that 2012 raph and donnie had adhd and ocd respectively and i haven't been able to find any evidence for those but like.. y'know it'd still be cool to see those included in mutant mayhem as well! especially since, bringing up mitchells-machines again, aaron canonically had mild ocd so it's not like it would be out of the realm of possibility for them to give that to a turtle

honestly i love donnie's design so much bc of the little details it has that tell ya more about him in comparison to the others. i kinda wish mikey kept the stickers on his shell kinda like rise!mikey had, and i also would've liked it if raph still had some bandaids here and there like in his concept art design. of course i am mourning leo's braces just like the rest of us but at least mikey gets to keep em. i'm not even 100% sure that he's lost the braces in the first place though so we'll just see in the teaser trailer if he still has em or not!

of course though i'm always down to see an iteration give the characters designs reminescent of the turtle species they're directly based on (like rottmnt giving each turtle their own respective turtle species, and then giving them features respective of that species, like leo's red and yellow streaks, donnie's soft shell, mikey's pretty orangey-gold dapples, and raph's spikes) mostly because it's just cool and spices up the designs! so while the mutant mayhem turtles don't seem to have anything indicative of their species it'd just... It'd be awesome y'know. I'd like it

also in terms of the action figure leaks i think they're cute but i especially love the splinter design we got. He just looks so Dad and i really hope this iteration can stray further from the stereotypes and the "yikes" aspects of his character a bit more. i have faith in y'all!

i don't have much to say on the leaked character personality descriptions other than people on the internet will rlly just believe anything NO raph will NOT be canonically using he/she pronouns guys. paramount and nickelodeon are not fucking brave enough for that. i will still be he/she'ing raph throughout the entirety of this essay though because it is my favorite technically founded by canon hc that we have been presented with

also i haven't watched good will hunting. but now i feel like i should. i need to understand that little purple turtle more

4. i think if they give mikey a gun the entire plot will be over in two minutes

there are a lot of theories on how this movie's story is gonna go!

one is that the boys are gonna get cloaking brooches (like in rise) in order to disguise themselves as humans and attend school. and iii kinda doubt that! mostly because of their voice actors. given that the turtles are presumably biological brothers in this iteration that means either they'd all be poc or none of them would be. the former would be odd since two of their voice actors are white and therefore you'd have white actors playing poc characters, and the latter would be just as bad since the turtles are infamously blasian coded and it would just be straight up whitewashing

i think casting white actors as blasian coded characters might in itself be fairly questionable but if anything it pretty much solidifies that we won't be seeing the turtles' human forms in this movie because that would make it.. even more visibly questionable to people who may not have looked into it as much initially, which the crew would want to avoid i think. so if they attend school it'll either be openly as mutants or under some kind of disguise

whatever the case though i think sending the turtles to school is a pretty new and fun concept!

i really hope we get that one scene people theorize could happen where donnie puts on his headphones and triggers an action scene with the action synced to the music. that'd be fucking lit

i think the movie will probably end on a note similar to luca where the turtles are able to come out of hiding and there's a "some people? they'll never accept them. but some will. and they seem to know how to find the good ones." kind of message. the good ones in question being probably april, casey, keno? God i hope keno's in this

maybe the ending is letting mutants as a whole have a chance to be more involved in society. they were previously hiding in shadows but the turtles' heroic actions opens things up for them to start being more accepted? idk that's just my thinking

5. guys i'm sorry but that storyboard is so fake

i'm not going to go into it in detail since someone already did that in this post

but yeah that storyboard is most likely not at all real. which also means we sadly may not be getting a black plus sized april for this movie. it would be awesome! but it may just.. not be happening

so like if the teaser comes out and april looks nothing like that, then uh.. y'know. don't freak out

6. speculation on the teaser and marketing going forward

so i think that since this is gonna be a more character driven teen movie than an action hero movie with high tense dramatic stakes and whatnot, the teaser is gonna reflect that. i remember when they talked about a demo video that they made to showcase the art style (that was never released to the public,) where raph had one of her brothers record her skateboarding into a store and breaking something before they both ran outta there laughing and i think that. If anything? the trailer could be kinda reminescent of that

not literally that, of course, but something similarly modern teenager-y and goofy that would establish the characters' personalities and family dynamics well

maybe something like mikey doing a vlog where he talks about his friends and family members and we get to see moments of him bothering them for interviews or content for his vlog. and like you can just imagine all of the short clips and shenanigans that would come from that and how it could lead to a fun format for a teaser or even full trailer y'know! especially considering what we know of the movie's themes

one more thing i want to say is that god i just really hope this movie takes the puss in boots 2 route with its marketing. it'd just be so funny i wanna see the turtles making tiktoks to promote the movie where they prank each other and get into trouble and shit like it'd just be so goofy!!

and uhh... Yeah! i think that's all i have to say! these are all my thoughts lined up and written out and i'm excited to look back on this after the trailer, and possibly even after the movie, just to see how like.... things were before. Y'know.

but yeah hashtag i was here for the first trailer drop on the seth rogen tmnt iteration 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

see you guys after the kid's choice awards!!!

#tmnt #mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt 2023 #analysis #theory #everly speaks #reblog

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aslitheryprinx · 3 years ago

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Who needs sleep? All I need is tiny Michael and his two giant dads!

If you don't want to read it on ao3, fic is below the cut:

CW: none. This is pure fluff hours.

A Gift for Michael

Ranboo watched with a dopey grin as Michael spun in place. The tiny piglin wobbled as he turned in circles, little giggles spilling from his lips as he got dizzier and dizzier. Finally, the dizziness was too much, and Michael fell backwards with a squeal of laughter.

The enderman hybrid let out a little vroop of delight. He could watch his son toddle around all day… if it weren't so hard on his back.

Because Michael was so small, only a couple of inches, it wasn't safe for him to wander around the larger rooms he and Tubbo used. Michael had his own little bedroom, as close to his size as they could manage. Since he was still a toddler, and oblivious to the dangers of falling from high places, the room was on the floor, in case he managed to wander out.

Thus, if Ranboo wanted to fulfill his dreams of doing nothing but watch his son's adorable antics, he had to do so while lying flat on the floor in order to see into Michael's room. Entirely worth it, in his opinion.

"Boo!" Michael cried, tapping a hand against the baby gates that kept him inside. He looked at Ranboo with a grin on his face, his one eye wide and excited.

Ranboo nearly burst into tears.

"Hi, Michael," he said softly, his tail thumping against the ground.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo shouted suddenly, bursting into the room.

Ranboo jumped, slamming his head against the underside of the table Michael's room was hidden beneath. He made a noise in Endspeak that he was about 70% sure was a curse.

"No swearing around the tiny baby," Tubbo chided instantly, not sounding upset in the slightest.

"I don't think he can actually make that sound, Tubbo," Ranboo said with a laugh.

Of course, Michael proved him wrong a second later by making an incredibly close approximation to the probably-swear.

"Awwww, is Michael's first word a swear?" Tubbo cooed. "Uncle Tommy is going to be so proud."

"No, no," Ranboo protested. "He said my name a second ago! Can you say it again Michael? Can you say 'Boo'?"

"V-wirirp," said Michael.

"Yeah… if I'm gonna be honest, even if he said 'Boo,' that wasn't his first word either," Tubbo said.

"What do you mean, even if-"

"Cause remember he said chicken the other day?" Tubbo finished.

If by 'chicken' he meant something that sounded like 'tickee' then yes he kind of had.

"And 'appa,'" Ranboo said with a smile.

"I think you mean apple, boss man," Tubbo corrected. "Our Michael only says the most sophisticated words."

"So ch and l's are too hard for you, but you can perfectly copy an Endspeak swear?" Ranboo whispered to Michael. "What's that about, huh?"

"Boo," Michael said solemnly.

"Huh," said Tubbo. "He really did learn your name."

"Mmhmm!" he said with a happy flick of his tail.

"No 'ran,' though, probably too hard for him."

"You can't expect him to run, he's still learning to walk!" Ranboo said with a smirk.

Tubbo was unamused.

"Puns are banned in my house," he said flatly.

"Your house?" Ranboo repeated. "The magnificent mansion that you are paying monthly installments of diamonds for?"

"Ok, fine. Puns are banned in my country," Tubbo shot back.

"Hmm," he hummed, still not impressed. "It wasn't really a pun, more like wordplay."

"Well I'll play… your… words," his husband said. Ranboo snorted.

"Ooh ouch, got me there."

"Are you going to get out from under the table sometime today?" Tubbo asked, apparently giving up. Ranboo was about to say no, he was fine right here, but he frowned. There was a fuzzy feeling at the back of his mind, the kind that happened when he was forgetting something… so pretty much daily.

"Did we have something to do today?" He asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yup," his husband said with a grin. "We're going shopping for the G-I-F-T."

Ranboo felt a familiar buzz of happiness he got whenever Tubbo didn't make a big deal out of his memory problems. Then, he processed what the other hybrid had actually said and let out a gasp of delight.

"Michael's birthd-!"

"Shhhhh," Tubbo hushed him quickly.

Ranboo managed to calm himself, though his tail was flicking back and forth rapidly with his excitement.

"I don't think he knows the word birthday yet, 'Bo," he said with a small amount of amusement. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but didn't comment.

"Ready to go?" he asked instead.

"Yes! Wait not yet," Ranboo said quickly.

He turned to Michael, and reached over the baby gate, holding his hand out flat. The little piglin instantly jumped into his hand, grabbing onto his thumb. Ranboo curled his fingers around his son, and carefully lifted him out of his room.

He held Michael up to his face. The piglin leaned forward, hugging Ranboo's nose with all of his might.

"Bah! Bah! Boo!" He babbled. Ranboo chose to believe he was saying goodbye.

"Bye-bye, Michael," he said with a smile. He gently nuzzled the toddler. "I'll see you soon, ok?"

With great reluctance, he pulled Michael away, and lowered him back into his room. He tilted his hand gently, and Michael slid off, going right back to spinning in circles.

Ranboo gave himself one last look at the adorable sight, then began the awkward ordeal of actually getting out from under the table. He banged his head once or twice, but finally managed to squirm out with most of his dignity intact. He stood, and brushed himself off, turning to his husband.

"Ready now!" He said, practically bouncing with excitement.

Tubbo had an achingly fond look on his face. The goat hybrid reached forward, grabbing his wrist. After a couple of tugs, he linked his arm through Ranboo's, and they began walking towards the door.

"Where to first?" Ranboo asked.

"Well, I happen to know of a shop close to L'm- close to the museum," Tubbo said, barely stumbling at the mistake.

"What kind of shop?" Ranboo didn't mention his slip. Tubbo was considerate enough to not mention his faulty memory. He would return the favor the best he could.

"I don't know, one that sells things?" Tubbo said with a shrug.

"Helpful," said Ranboo dryly.

"We'll just find out when we get there," came the airy response.

Tubbo tugged his arm gently, bumping their shoulders together- quite a feat considering the enderman hybrid's shoulder was about a foot higher.

Ranboo smiled. Even if the shop was a bust, he knew he wouldn't regret going. Spending a day with Tubbo would always be worth his time.

***

The shop did indeed sell things. Shocker.

It was actually a gift shop, or something along those lines. The stock seemed to be made up of various knick knacks and novelty items. None of it was very impressive, but this type of shop was perfect for their needs.

Unsurprisingly, shopping for a three inch tall toddler was not an easy task. Not only was it hard to find toddler safe wares, it was impossible to find toddler safe wares that were Michael's size. Choking hazard they may be, but tiny toys were the only thing small enough for their son to interact with.

A gift shop like this usually sold nothing but cheap junk. However, a lot of that junk was pocket sized. Michael sized. Weird keychains and figurines weren't the most traditional of toys, but Ranboo and Tubbo had learned to be creative while raising a child the size of a finger. The hope today was to find something a little more traditionally toy-like for Michael's birthday.

Tubbo had wandered towards the jewelry- sometimes the charms made for decent toys- while Ranboo gravitated towards the keychains. Even without his mission to find a gift, he would enjoy browsing the keychains. Most of them were shiny, made from gemstones that caught the light in a particularly pleasing manner. But they weren't what he was looking for.

Ironically, he didn't see something that caught his eye until it did the exact opposite. Instead of drawing his attention like most, his gaze slid over one keychain. He glanced back a second later, realizing it wasn't a gemstone one, and his eyes went wide.

"Tubbo!" He called, gingerly lifting the keychain from where it rested. "Tubbo, I found it."

His husband rushed over from the other side of the store, nearly bowling over an elderly couple in his determination. He slid to a stop beside Ranboo, eyes automatically falling to the keychain he held cupped in his hands. He gasped.

"It's perfect," he said reverently.

***

Eret squinted down at the object in their hands with just a hint of bewilderment. Two button eyes and a nose of thread poked out of a fluffy face. The head was topped with two little ears and a keychain attachment. Despite its size, barely an inch, it was shaped just like any other teddy bear.

"I'm sorry, you want me to what?" They asked.

"Take out it's guts and stuff it with something softer?" Ranboo repeated a little sheepishly.

Eret gently poked at the bear. Despite the soft outside, it was very firm. Whatever made up the material inside, it wouldn't make for a very huggable teddy. However, for a keychain meant to hold its shape, it was very practical. Their skepticism must have shown on their face, because Tubbo spoke up.

"Please, Eret," Tubbo begged, giving them the sad eyes he used to use whenever he wanted something. It had been a while since they'd seen that. "You're the only person I know who can sew and shit besides Tommy- and he'd give the bear fucking angry eyes or a tattoo or some shit."

"That… that still doesn't explain why," Eret said.

"It's for Michael," Ranboo said quietly, glancing around to make sure nobody else heard. Eret instantly softened.

They were one of the few people who knew of Michael's existence. It had been an accidental discovery, but they were determined not to betray Ranboo and Tubbo's trust- especially Tubbo's, after everything.

Any weakness in this world was dangerous. Attachments were taken advantage of and destroyed with barely a second thought. Michael was a toddler, an incredibly tiny one. Both made him very vulnerable, and the two husbands protected him with a terrifying amount of resolve.

As far as they knew, the only other people who knew about Michael's existence were Tommy, Phil and Fundy. The latter two's discovery of Michael had been as accidental as their own, and Fundy had nearly had an axe buried in his skull when he handled Michael a little too roughly.

To be trusted with anything Michael related, no matter how small, was beyond an honor. To be trusted at all again was more than they deserved. It was something to be treasured.

"I'll do it," Eret said, handling the bear with even more care now that he knew its purpose. Of course Tubbo and Ranboo wanted it stuffed with something softer; it was for their beloved son.

***

Ranboo hadn't realized how time-consuming Eret's job would be. Restuffing the bear took several hours, and the size seemed to make it harder rather than speed anything up. Each movement and stitch had to be made with the utmost care, or Eret risked tearing the delicate little bear. It was dark by the time they finally got home.

If Michael had been a human or even a hybrid, they wouldn't have left him alone for so long. But, though he was a toddler, he was also a piglin. Even as infants, pigling young needed far less supervision than human babies. Though snacks wouldn't hurt them, they really only needed to eat once a day, so there was no need to feed Michael every few hours. Because his room was very thoroughly baby-proofed, there was no risk of him hurting himself while they weren't watching.

Still, neither of them liked leaving their son home alone. Ranboo hoped he liked the gift, otherwise they'd been away from him for nothing.

Tubbo carefully held the stuffed bear, which was now incredibly squishy and sewed shut with golden thread. Ranboo slipped under the table to get Michael. He managed to avoid bumping his head this time, which was a huge plus.

"Michael? We're back. And we brought you a…" Ranboo trailed off as he peeked into Michael's room.

The little piglin was fast asleep, curled up in a pile of blankets with a happy smile on his face. Ranboo felt a wave of happiness at the adorable sight, but he was also a little disappointed.

"He's asleep," Ranboo told Tubbo in a whisper.

"Oh," said Tubbo, sounding just as disappointed as he felt. "Should we just stick the bear in with him?"

"What? No!" Ranboo said, giving his husband an indignant look. "That ruins the whole point of the gift!"

"He's a toddler, Boo," Tubbo said in exasperation. "He's not gonna understand gifts anyways."

"He's a toddler," Ranboo repeated with narrowed eyes, "so he won't understand that we gave him the bear if we put it there now. He'll think it appeared out of nowhere."

"So?"

"So, what if he doesn't trust it? What if it scares him? What if he hates it? What if he hates us for not protecting him??" Ranboo's voice rose with each new possibility.

"Alright, that's a little bit-" Tubbo began.

"Boo?" A tiny voice cut him off. Ranboo turned to the source, finding a bleary-eyed Michael blinking up at him.

"Hey buddy," Ranboo cooed. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"Bee?" Michael said a few seconds later.

"B-? Oh, Tubbo?" Ranboo guessed. "He's here too."

Tubbo stuck his head under the table, and Michael leapt to his feet, jumping and pointing.

"Bee!" The toddler enthused. Ranboo blinked back the moisture in his eyes at the precious nickname Michael had for Tubbo.

"That's right, Bee and Boo are back now. You wanna come out?" He asked.

"Ow?" Michael echoed. He held up his arms, which Ranboo took as a yes.

Ranboo carefully reached out, scooping Michael into his hands. The piglin leaned into the warmth with a yawn, still drowsy from his nap. Ranboo's heart melted as his son nuzzled against his fingers, making a chuffing sound he'd heard Techno make a few times.

It was a lot harder with his hands full of such precious cargo, but he wiggled his way out from under the table and slowly stood. He checked on Michael, who still seemed comfortable, then turned to Tubbo with mounting excitement.

"Now?" He asked.

"Now," Tubbo confirmed with a grin.

"Michael, we have a gift for you," Ranboo told the toddler. Michael looked up at him with an expression void of any thoughts.

"Michael, look here," Tubbo crooned, catching their son's attention. The piglin's gaze swiveled towards him, and Tubbo held out the little bear.

He reached out, and Tubbo and Ranboo moved as one, cupping their hands together so Michael could reach. The toddler crawled forward, stopping in front of the plush bear. He tentatively extended his hand, petting its soft fur. Then, with a delighted little noise, he pulled it into his lap and hugged it.

"Ben nen! Bah bah!" He babbled ecstatically.

Tubbo nodded along, pretending to understand the baby talk. Then he looked up at Ranboo with a serious expression.

"He says the bear's name is Benson," Tubbo announced solemnly. Michael let out a happy shriek, seeming to confirm this.

Ranboo snorted. He could kind of see where Tubbo heard 'Benson'… except Michael couldn't say his S's yet.

"Are you sure he didn't say Bennen?" he asked.

"That's not a name," Tubbo scoffed.

"Then Brennen, perhaps? I don't think he has R's down either."

"Brennen," his husband said with disdain, "is a stupid name for a bear. That's a last name, only an American would use it as a first name."

"You sound like Tommy," Ranboo said.

"Take that back," said Tubbo with a mock glare.

"Never."

They fell silent, both content to watch Michael puttering around in their joined hands. He toddled back and forth, babbling and holding up Benson the bear whenever he noticed their eyes on him.

Ranboo glanced back and forth between his husband and his son. Something desperately, achingly fond surged in his chest. He wouldn't trade anything for what he had right now.

Soft moments, in the dim light of a mostly empty mansion. Here, in his home, with the two most important people in the world.

***

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