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leaked footage of gotg3
#guardians of the galaxy 3#gamora#peter quill#starmora#peter x gamora#drax the destroyer#rocket raccoon#nebula#mantis#groot#nebula x gamora#still thinking about them :')#gonna miss these a holes#my art#fanart#nicole clowes
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#silco#silco arcane#jinx and silco#my art#please don't repost#hello ? episode 2 ??? helooo???#i want to say i'm gonna miss him but im delulu#so i'll keep drawing him lmao#also sevika my love i need to draw that fantastic arm#“how could someone put these holes in you”#i need a full minute#he's going back to the water#shark food until the end#actually i'm gonna need 5-7 business days#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane s2#arcane season two
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the wet shirt, he thinks he’s at the waterbomb festival
#hyunjin#skz#stray kids#bystay#staydaily#gifs#u guys i completely missed the full festival cause i woke up late and then#i saw this moment and was completely taken aback like i couldn’t watch the rest 😭#im gonna have to go underground to dig holes i can rest in peace in.
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yuuta is the boyfriend BAWLING when he has to drop you off at the airport. it doesn’t really matter how long you’ll be gone, he will be crying, and he’s gonna cry just as hard when he picks you up again too. but that’s not surprising, neither is saying that satoru smothers you in affection and soft gazes but waits until you’re gone and he’s back home to let the tears out. the real gag is that toji is also crying. it doesn’t happen when he drops you off, or when he gets home, and honestly he’s fine for the first few days—crabbier than usual, slower than usual, groggier than usual—but, fine. it’s somewhere around the third or fourth day of your absence that he finds himself crying, unintentionally. he feels the tears on his lips before he realizes they’re falling from his eyes, and there’s a moment of confusion and then a soft laughter of disbelief before he lets the rest of them fall. he doesn’t really know why he’s crying even while he’s crying. he doesn’t sob or make noise or smush his head into a pillow, but when he gets up to wipe his face, he’s confronted with his reflection in the mirror and that’s when it hits him: he’s sad. if you’d asked toji, he’d say he hasn’t experienced true sadness before that moment. despite all the shitty things in his life, he held a sort of neutral, it is what is attitude about it all—but that’s not the case with you. toji’s sad because he misses you and it’s probably the first time in his life he cries because he can Feel something is missing inside of him
#toji fushiguro my beloved…………………#ok but yuuta really is crying a river LMFAO#he cries when he drops you off when you’re gone when he picks you up and even for a day after you’re back#he’s just…… he has big wet doe eyes !!! you can’t blame him#satoru’s eyes are SOOO wobbly but ofc he plays it off and hides it well (not That Well) but it all comes out once you’re gone#megumi doesn’t cry but he’s an absolute ball of incompetence and insufferable behavior while you’re gone#do not recommend pissing him off during this time 😭😭#yuuji doesn’t really cry like he misses you and he tells you every day and he tells everyone in his vicinity that he misses you#but he more so……. like…….. idk if preening is the word but he’s doing Everything for u right before u leave#he’s brushing your hair and doing ur laundry and eating with you and painting your nails#he’s smushing in all the acts of service and quality time possible bc there’s gonna be a little hole in him while you’re gone and he can’t#take care of you :(( baby boy :(((#the only normal people are nanami and hiromi LMFAO#💌
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redhead :-)
#hiiiiii. time for my weekly check-in lol#slowly but surely figuring out this procreate thing. maybe.#school is still going fine.#school & drawing is p much all i do these days#while i was leaving campus today someone drove by blasting the song from dinner in america#& it is now stuck in my head#i was kind of surprised to hear it in the wild. in my mind that is a very obscure movie. idk#i might have to rewatch it. again.#anyway. it occurred to me that i could totally start making comics now#(being able to draw without being tied to my desk is awesome btw)#so… i might do that#i genuinely miss my boys so bad. like i think about them nonstop all the time but it’s not enough#i haven’t worked on their story (like… canon story) in a while#got sucked into the AU rabbit hole a bit#but i was listening to dhes’ playlist the other day & it got me thinking about the canonverse again#dhes’ playlist btw… pure rage & insecurity lol#so idk. i might spend some time doing canon stuff.#i have not forgotten about the monster boyz lore edit. i just… have no time for it rn#still gonna get it done though !#ok i have to leave. things to do etc etc#rainyrambles#artwip
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It’s the first of October in my timezone, which means it’s time to post my first Whumptober fill! I chose the prompt Panic Attack.
Heavily inspired by the lovely @brucewaynehater101’s Wingless Wing AU
Read on Ao3 (registered users only) | Whumptober masterpost | part 1 | part 2 coming soon
TW: past wing removal, mentions of anti-hybrid sentiments, mentions of trafficking/selling body parts, panic attack, accidental self harm (biting lip until it bleeds to ground himself), and a very very non detailed instance of vomiting
Dragons were the rarest hybrids out there.
They were some of the most well known, too. Everyone’s heard of dragon hybrids. They’re like the role models of the hybrid world, the knights and princesses children look up to, or the monsters under your bed if you’re not a hybrid. Usually, they’re treated much the same as true dragons: fictional. Mythical. Imaginary.
Now, if you were especially interested in them, or studied genetics or hybrid physiology, you’d know they were real. You’d know they often had huge wingspans comparable to the largest of seabird hybrids, and airborne agility almost on par with hummingbirds. You’d know they were rumoured to command the wind itself when they flew. You’d know their scales were tough and beautiful and practically immune to fire. You’d know lead was one of the only things capable of burning them while they lived. You’d know full blooded dragon hybrids could have long, magnificent tails and dramatic horns, claws instead of fingers or toes, slitted pupils that could see in the dark and scales tougher than wood.
You’d also know that, while they did exist once, they were hunted for their wings and scales and horns. They haven’t been officially pronounced extinct but neither has any other long-gone hybrid species. Anyone with passing knowledge of them knew they weren’t around anymore, outside the odd museum exhibit or old photo. Any rumour of still living dragon hybrids today was just that: a rumour. Though, the general populace—just the hybrids, really—loved to spread stories of them going into hiding. Using magic to cloak themselves until the day they could walk safely among humans.
Jason knows a lot about dragon hybrids. Much more than your average hybrid, and probably more than even a hybrid physiologist. He had a hyperfixation on them for a time, even before that pair of dragon wings started being passed around Gotham’s underworld.
He knows all the myths and folklore about dragon hybrids being born with an affinity for magic, about them using their skills to hide themselves from poachers and traffickers, building enchanted necklaces or broaches that disguised them as regular humans. He’s heard the legends of them being born of fire itself, being immune to temperatures that would render metal liquid, even being able to summon or control it. About burning their dead ones to return them to the ashes and embers they were once created from, as heat only blackened their scales after death. He’s heard the tales of dragons being kidnapped as children for their wings, because of a very special property of theirs: even after their wings were cut off they stayed magically connected to the hybrid, and grew along with them. It was much easier to kidnap and mutilate children than it was adults, and then they could use the hybrids as slaves, since they had to stay alive anyway for the wings to grow.
A lot of the myths—folklore, children’s tales, nursery rhymes—were about a dragon losing their wings and getting them back. A common theme among legends was the tie between wings and hybrid: a tie that, if the wings weren’t skinned or carved away for trophies, allowed the hybrid to reconnect them.
Jason tried not to get his hopes up, but he had to admit, once he finally tracked down those wings the other crime lords kept playing hot potato with… it would be nice if he could track down their owner and return them. Even if all there was to be done was bury or burn the things and give the hybrid a proper funeral.
Now, with the childhood hyperfixation and the elusive pair of trafficked wings that have been evading him for as long as he’s been Red Hood, he has a lot of respect for dragon hybrids. Combine that with all the hybrid trafficking rings he’s taken down, both as Red Hood and as Robin, you can see why he’s pissed about Tim’s new gliders.
Ever since Damian became Robin, since Tim swapped suits and changed title, he’d altered his glider to look like dragon wings. Dragon. Wings.
Now, it’s been almost five months since Tim came back and handed over all the info about Bruce’s whereabouts and proved he was alive, about four since they actually got Bruce back. There’s still some tension between everyone, but things have settled down a lot. But. Quite a bit of the tension could be blamed on those damn. Gliders.
Jason was actually glad when he saw them get set on fire a few nights ago; huge holes burning into the material and making Tim abandon it before the engine caught fire too. He tried a little to convince Tim to swap back to a design more feather-like but he was adamant. Jason could understand wanting to imitate the others, it must be tough being one of the only non-hybrids in the family, but WHY did he have to imitate dragon hybrids of all things? Because they’re cool? It’s insensitive and in bad taste!
That said, Jason had been biting his tongue about the issue. But tonight, when he swung by the cave, he came across Tim in the workshop, tinkering around and probably trying to improve his newest glider model. It’s the first time Jason’s seen the prototype. He can’t keep quiet anymore.
“You’re seriously sticking with dragon wings?”
Tim didn’t look up, didn’t turn to face him. “Yes. I’ve told you, I’m not changing my mind.”
Right. Jason’s definition of ‘biting his tongue’ was a little different than most’s. “You do know they’re real hybrids, right?”
“Yes, you’ve infodumped to me about them before.” He kept serenely fitting the scale-patterned material in place, connecting panels and hiding wire mesh and metal supports. “It’s no more cultural appropriation than my previous gliders were.”
Jason bristled. Tim has had some form of glider since he first debuted as Robin, and they were all styled after bird wings, designed to look like feathers. Like the Robins before him. Not the most feared, segregated, hunted, and literally extinct hybrid species in existence!
Jason had to take several deep breaths to stop himself from shooting the things then and there. Tim had already put together most of the emergency engine, the jetpack or ‘batpack’ as it was jokingly called: shooting it would just cause a huge explosion and an even huger mess. Not to mention Tim was in the way, he didn’t want to resort to physical injury just yet. “Clearly you weren’t listening when I told you about how often they were trafficked and poached for their wings.”
Tim huffed, still refusing to even turn his head. “I heard you. I just don’t see a problem with this.”
“So you don’t have a problem with the severed pair of dragon wing currently being traded through Gotham’s underworld?”
Tim froze.
There’s the reaction he’s been looking for. A bit of Jason’s vindictive glee seeped into his voice. “You didn’t know? There have been rumours about them since I was putting heads in duffel bags. Even the Joker knows about them. The hybrid is almost certainly dead by now. And still, their wings are being toted from warehouse to warehouse, crate to crate, one hand to someone else’s. It’s only a matter of time before someone keeps them for good and turns them into a pair of cloaks and an interesting taxidermy.”
“What do they look like?”
Jason blinked. Then his rage swelled so fiercely he could barely see or breathe. He wanted to know what they looked like!? WHY!? So he could take notes? Make his glider more realistic? WHAT THE FUCK.
Jason very nearly exploded about it, but then he caught sight of something that made him pause for a split second: Tim’s hands, curled into fists against his work, shaking slightly. Then as he paused he caught sight of something else: the slope of his shoulders, hunched, defensive, quivering. He was leaning forward like his knees would collapse any second.
Jason hesitated. Well, maybe... maybe if he answered he would learn why Tim reacted like that, or at least learn enough to infer. If it was so he could make his glider more realistic he could just shoot him.
He’s only seen them once, for a few seconds, but they were beautiful—and heartbreaking—enough he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to forget them. “They’re red. Crimson. Big, but built like they’re kind of small. Curved, streamline, built for speed and agility. They’re almost iridescent, the right lighting makes them shine gold.”
Tim shuddered, violently, then collapsed, vomiting onto the stone floor.
“Woah—Tim—“ Jason darted forward, dropping into a kneel beside Tim with a flair of his wings. He reached for his shoulders automatically but Tim jerked away like he’d stabbed him, letting out a choked exclamation. Jason pulled back and let his wings settle over him instead, shielding but not touching. “Tim?”
He hesitated as Tim scrambled to his feet, shoulders hunched and arms jerky like his back was on fire. His breathing was loud and uneven and there was a tear on his cheek. His eyes were red and wild, darting around like he was searching desperately for an escape, like he didn’t know where he was. Jason got back up on his knees in preparation for following. He kept a wing hovering over Tim’s back. “Tim? What—“
Tim stumbled into an uneven run, arms more jerking than swinging, footfalls uneven like he was accounting for weight that wasn’t there. Jason hoped he was putting things together wrong.
Jason followed a few steps behind as Tim ran for the exit, and caught him when he stumbled and collapsed in the doorway. He was muttering over and over, “Please don’t please stop please stop stop stop,” between horrible, gut deep sobs. He fought against Jason for a moment but stopped quickly, leaning as far away as he could get, but not putting up a physical fight. He was hyperventilating.
Jason kept his hold secure, thinking back to the last—and until now, only—time he’d seen Tim having a panic attack: the sight of his hands in his hair and on his shoulders and blood running through his fingers and down his chin. Right now his arms were mostly pinned at his sides, hands struggling to curl around Jason’s arms, still protected by his jacket and armour. Jason kept his grip away from his shoulders and upper back in case his hunch was right. He curled one wing around Tim’s front, gently, just enough to brush against his face and legs. “Hey, hey hey, it’s okay, no one’s hurting you.”
Tim whined and tossed his head, fingers scrabbling against Jason’s forearms. Tears dripped from his chin. Blood was beading on his lip.
Jason bit off a swear. He’d forgotten he was still wearing his mask, the voice modulator always bothered Tim when he was already on edge. He adjusted his grip so he had one arm around Tim’s waist, still pinning an arm, and one wing caving him in, and used his spare hand to remove his metal mask.
Tim’s struggle renewed when he sensed apparent weakness, shoving and kicking, but he was off balance and uncoordinated and all he achieved was making Jason’s wing curl tighter around him. The sensation seemed to throw him off. Confusion bled into the features that weren’t twisted with pain and fear.
“Tim, can you try to breathe for me?” Jason said. He placed his mask on the ground and used his other wing to slide it away quietly.
Tim sobbed, chest heaving, shoulders quivering. “Stop. It hurts.”
Jason’s heart ached. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Tim’s entire frame jerked with the force of his next sob. Tears splashed to the ground like little shards of shattering glass. They were joined by a droplet of blood.
Jason made a cooing noise low in his throat, humming in a way that never came quite as naturally as it did before his death. He tried to imitate Dick’s comforting calls. Tim pressed his face into the feathers of Jason’s wing, hands like iron bands around his arm.
Jason repeated the noise, tentatively reaching out and stroking a hand through his hair. It got longer while he was searching for Bruce, and he hasn’t cut it yet.
Tim stayed tense as a taut wire, but didn’t curl into or away from the feeling. Jason couldn’t tell if his breathing was getting faster or slower. “It hurts,” he sobbed, “it hurts it hurts it hurts make it stop, please make it stop.”
Jason scrambled for what to do. He kept stroking through Tim’s hair. Maybe—his mother used to…
Jason cleared his throat and quietly began to sing.
His voice has never been quite as smooth and full as it was before his death. It’s not rough or unpleasant, necessarily, but he became unnervingly aware of the difference as he began singing the same song Catherine sang when he was too scared to sleep. There was a faint shakiness, a fragility that caused pain if he tried to yell, not to mention he couldn’t hit half the notes. He kept it quiet, low, a poor rendition of a dead woman’s lullaby.
Tim kept muttering, kept begging and sobbing, but the faintest hints of awareness were gradually starting to fill his eyes.
His arms squeezed Jason’s forearm around his middle.
His feet shifted against the ground like he was searching for purchase.
He pressed his head, lightly, into Jason’s feathers with a whine.
A shudder wracked through him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” His voice was slurred and uneven.
Finally, he stopped speaking to a threat that wasn’t there.
With another violent shiver, he began looking around a little. Staring at the wrist of Jason’s wing. At the arm pinning him in place, then at the body he was half slumped onto.
Tim whined loudly, longingly, so eerily similar to calls for safety-protection-flock that it made Jason’s hindbrain go crazy. Tim began shifting against his brother’s hold, in a different way than before. Jason kept an arm and wing around him but let him move, a little wary. Tim twisted around until he and Jason were front to front, at which point he collapsed onto him with a low mournful sound, head beneath his chin and arms curling loosely around him.
Jason wrapped both arms tighter around him, keeping them on his lower back, and shifted them both until Jason was lying on his back with Tim half on top of him, tented beneath his wings. He kept singing the entire time, now on his third rendition of the lullaby. Tim had stopped mumbling. He hadn’t stopped shaking or crying. His breaths were better but still shaky and erratic.
Jason continued carding through his hair. He seemed to like that. And the singing, Jason kept that up too, even though his throat was beginning to tickle.
After a few minutes he noticed the tears had stopped and his breath had evened out. Tim was asleep. Jason didn’t blame him, panic attacks were exhausting. He carried him through the elevator and up the stairs to his room, set Tim in his bed and himself in a beanbag, despite all his instincts screaming about flock and physical contact and protection and perceived abandonment. He distracted himself with Tim’s copy of The Little Prince. In the original French, nice.
Tim awoke seventy minutes later. Not that Jason was counting. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, sporting an impressive bedhead. He licked his lips. His eyes landed on Jason and shifted rapidly from confusion to understanding to fear. He curled the blanket into his fist.
“You have some explaining to do.”
Tim huffed as if he thought this really was all blown out of proportion. As if. “Not here. My Nest.”
Ah, the Nest, Tim’s seperate base of operations and regular hang-out spot for Young Justice, not to be confused with the nest, an elevated platform of ropes and mattresses and blankets inside the Batcave. Not confusing at all.
Jason actually felt proud for a split second upon realising he was welcome in Tim’s safe space, an honour none of the other bats held, before remembering no, actually, this wasn’t trust this was fear. Fear caused by him, however accidental.
“Let’s go, then.”
#whumptober 2024#no.1#panic attack#red robin#batman comics#fan fiction#accidental self harm#(biting lip and making it bleed)#past torture#body modification#(past)#tell me if I missed any triggers#jason todd#Tim drake#dual post#my writing#dc comics#dc fanfic#hybrid au#I really hope I did the tags right#I’m gonna go crawl in a hole now
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i was terrified thinking my riptide hyperfix was dying
turns out i just needed to relisten to the black rose pirates oneshot
#all good now guys dont worry#was healed by 'chip. all day. every day. thats no debate.' and 'just close your eyes kid it'll be done soon.'#and 'here take this coin. itll keep you safe. itll make you strong.' and 'tch thanks for nothing old man. never needed you anyways.'#also like all the little details from the hole in the sea that i Know are gonna be important#did anyone else remember they found an archaic city full of crumbling buildings and statues of inhuman or nonhumanoid faces?#cause i sure didnt#and also the little drawing of the mountain with a kings crown over it that grizzly drew specific attention to#also the vision flashes of the three locations one of which was a brass door the third of which was the egg with gold veins#i forgor the middle one sorryy#but gah! the brp oneshot has me insane all over again cause this time im listening to it with the expanded worldbuilding from the campaign#riptide come home we miss youuu#dragons chatting#jrwi riptide#jrwi#just roll with it#just roll with it riptide#jrwiblr
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mama <3
#bg3#bg3 tav#first day as a druid n i already slaughtered half the grove#may or may not have ignited a race war by trying to sneak into the grove as a cat#already met halsin n hes like my grove its in danger....like whos gonna tell him the call came from inside the house....#imagine if this was real druid armor n before u ask yes someone made it available for males =)#ive been so far down the emperormancer rabbit hole i forgot there's other companions its currently wyll VS gale atm playing bachelorette rn#ive missed wyll SO much he's always trying to get me to murder every goblin we meet and ask questions later
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Once mind hid Darrell from soul and bought a cooked chicken and pretended he was eating Darrell. Hes grounded now.
Headcanon #282
#chonny jash#submission#cj mind#cj soul#cj darrell#MIND WHAT TF DUDE#bro souls about to pull out the gun this time#juno may miss but what about an atlas#and when the Mind is a bitch Atlas beholds a gun <- new dream(ofc) lyric#“He's grounded now” yea grounded as in deep in the ground. souls gonna bury him in hole
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If I had a dollar for every time I saw 'rizz' mentioned in ZZZ, I'd have 2 dollars. If I also had a dollar for every time it didn't give me mental damage, I'd still have 2 dollars.
#hoyoverse#zenless zone zero#zzz#zzzero#I know they're trying to stay current and all that don't lecture me#But I can't help that every time I see actual currently used slang in a game it feels so weird#Especially since I've been playing Genshin the longest and it's just so far removed from reality in terms of slang-#-that seeing the dialogue in ZZZ just sends me because it feels so unreal#The first time I saw Belle say 'rizz' I actually screamed I'm not joking#Hyv be like 'How do you do fellow kids'#If Genshin has slang and I missed it I'm gonna implode and then explode and become a black hole
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Finally caught up on Riptide...
#It was such a cool episode! The emotional beats immediately followed by the guys reading dark puckered hole lol#This perfectly encapsulates everything Riptide is#I love these guys#Can't wait to find out to what happened to Jay! She's gonna have such a cool storyline I just know it#Hopefully no one will die (more)#I'll miss them but in a couple month max there'll be more I think#Big shout-out to the council for creating a story this compelling and characters (esp. character arcs) this touching#jrwi riptide#jrwi#just roll with it riptide#just roll with it
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Girl help I'm making an oc for the silly Honey I Shrunk The Kids game and making an au about it send help pls
#oh look... a convenient little hole you can project a character onto...#im just gonna use that :)#ur mysterious missing 5th character has anxiety and a name now#they got separated from the group so they got none of the exposition and have to figure things out for themself and it uh.#its not going well chief#theyre living in the walls and having mental breakdowns every other week#theyre like a borrower but a fraction of the size and bad at everything :)#g/t#giant/tiny#heehoo silly bug game#grounded game
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i can't come up with headcanons for siffrin's parents bc it would make me too sad- shit i just realized i basically have to for my settling down fic. screaming, crying, pounding on the ground, rain pouring down my face, etc
#if i'm gonna have them instinctually remembering some bits of their childhood i do gotta come up w the childhood#at least a little bit#😭#tbh i do just imagine that the island people are gone entirely rather than a simple barrier of forgetting around it#even though that's theoretically more tragic#it just makes me less sad personally#ijust cant imagine sif's family missing/forgetting them it's too sad :(#for them to all still be THERE just incidentally divided#all desperately missing each other not in so many words but in the heavy weight of absence#or even worse not missing each other#I CANT DO IT i'm too parentpilled 😭😭#I AM NOT LOOKING!!!#i can deal with the hole ok i don't want to know what used to fill it#silverstarschat#isat spoilers#isat#WHOOPS.. forgot those at first;#thoughts#thoughts about siffrin
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#okay#back to regularly scheduled programming#not gonna lie i've missed posting joe#joe liebgott#joseph liebgott#band of brothers#hbo war#bob#ross mccall#joe liebgott rabbit hole#the obsession is real#joe liebgott gifs#liebgott#lieb#liebgott addiction#joe liebgott addiction#easy company
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y'all wtf did they put in the water this session
#secret life session 5 is a doozie#divorce duo#team rancher#boat boys#ranchers#whatever skizz and bigb are gonna be called#SERIOUSLY Y'ALL THE RANCHERS#there are probably more that I missed#almost got distracted out of my life series brainrot and then this session shoved me back in the hell hole#traffic life series#traffic life smp
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i think its very funny how embarrassingly down bad cquackity was for ccharlie Immediately right off the bat. maybe its just their limited improv/semi-lore screentime that enhances the feeling but like he literally just took him, taught him how to gamble for like 40 minutes and then immediately started saying shit like “you are my best friend you are the greatest friend that i have”. there was NOTHING gradual or reluctant about it he pretty much leaped into his arms without question
#i hget so sick when i just think about how in love they are and how explicitly happy they make eachotjer#the way cquackity is just constantly giddy and happy whenever ccharlies around and all the times where he’s like excited to introduce him#and the moments where ccharlie seems especially interested in whatever it is that cquackitys doing rather than something else#hashtag that was a nice hole earlier but i do miss quackity from las nevadas Hashtag canon line that slime actually said#ALSO while ranting. this could just be a me inside my own head thing but what honestly gets me the most abt ccharlies feelings for cquackity#is. nobody told him to be like that really. his fondness for him was Not something that he was taught or conditioned to do even right at the#beginning when hes literally talking about killing him ccharlies still like. He kisses him dude#as far as im concerned the way he sees kissing is just oh people do this when they like someone and i REALLY like quackity#so im gonna kiss him 3 times sounds good#One more thing abt their first meeting. i just love how despite how like not attached to or liking ccharlie cquackity is in that scene#he still Cant help but compliment him and be amazed by him with remarking how its incredible how a slime could do thjs#whmat fuciing ever bro
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