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hime-memes · 2 years ago

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• Words You Never Thought Of • ( Part 1 )

As someone who loves learning different languages, I bought a game from kick starter called ‘ Lost for Words ‘. The point of the game is to read the word that describes a feeling and then associate a memory you have of feeling that way to it. I just really wanted to share this game with the RPC because it’s one of my favorite games to play with friends, IRL. ** Out of 300 cards, I have transcribed 80 below for this meme + additional questions. ** As always: Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for the receiver’s muse ! Recommended For: Character Development.

Trigger Warnings For: N/A

1 | Prohairesis ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the practice of practical reasoning for making logical choices ? What choice did they have to make ? Are they still okay with that choice even now ? 2 | Feckful ( British / Scottish ) - When has your muse experienced feeling powerful, strong, and responsible ? Was it a justified feeling ? 3 | Toska ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced deeply felt anguished sadness; a void of melancholy, possibly without a definitive known reason ? Describe the ways your muse physically expressed this feeling. 4 | Xodó ( Portuguese ) - When has your muse experienced both a feeling & a term of endearment; romantic or platonic; affection for a favorite at the same time ? Who was it ? Do they still make your muse feel this way ? 5 | Konfliktfa-higkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced using an approach to handling a conflict/problems fairly & without attachment ? What was this conflict and how easy was it to remain unbiased ? 6 | Verbivore ( English ) - When has your muse experienced someone who enjoys words & wordplay ? Do they like this person, or think they’re annoying ? 7 | Engentado ( Spanish ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed & disoriented when there are too many people around ? How did they handle this ? 8 | Resfeber ( Swedish ) - When has your muse experienced the excited and restless feeling in their heart just before traveling ? Where were they going and why ? Do they still get excited at the mention of this place ? 9 | Meriggiare ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to take a rest at noon - potentially in the shade of a tree ? When do they feel this way the most ? 10 | Seny ( Catalan ) - When has your muse experienced being thoughtful & logical / acted with composure & integrity ? 11 | Koselig ( Norwegian ) - When has your muse experienced a time of cozy, warm togetherness & simple things that bring well-being and happiness to them ? Can you list some of the things that make them feel relaxed and happy ? 12 | Overskud ( Danish ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having extra energy ? Why did they feel this way ? Do they enjoy this feeling ? 13 | Nadryv ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced an uncontrollable, ( possibly unreasonable ), emotional outburst of previously concealed feelings ? Were they alone when they experienced this, or unleash it onto someone else ? How did others view them after this outburst ? 14 | Waldeinsamkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being refreshed, connected, and serene while alone in the forest; ( literally translates to ‘ solitude of the forest ‘ ). What part of the forest makes them feel connected the most ? 15 | Fjaka ( Croatian ) - When has your muse experienced the sweet, relaxing, glorious feeling of doing nothing ? How often can they afford to bask in this simplicity ? 16 | Voorpret ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of anticipation and excitement before an event ? What was the event and how did it go ? 17 | Acatalepsy ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the idea that nothing is certain; that being human is impossible to fully comprehend & at best all we have are guesses ? Does this feeling make them uncomfortable ? 18 | Sillage ( French ) - When has your muse experienced the wake of someone’s perfume/cologne that lingers after they’ve gone ? How does this memory play out in their mind ? What scent was it that cemented this memory in their mind ? Who was the scent’s wearer ? 19 | Gigil ( Tagalog ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being so overpowered by the cuteness of someone/something that you want to pinch them ? 20 | Hygge ( Danish ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of cozy contentment as they just enjoyed life ? How long did the feeling last ? 21 | Apaixonar ( Portuguese ) - When has your muse experienced falling in love with someone or something after being infatuated with them ? Did things pan out ? Are they still on good terms with this person ? 22 | Hianyerzet ( Hungarian ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling that something is missing ? Was it a relief, or a heartache ? Have they since overcome this feeling ? 23 | Sophrosyne ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having caution, wisdom, honesty & self-control. How honest is your muse with themselves and others ? would other people agree with their aforementioned answer ? 24 | Catra Patra ( Turkish ) - When has your muse experienced speaking a language imprecisely & messily ? Was this for part of a job, travel, etc. ? Did they ever get better at it ? 25 | Goya ( Urdu ) - When has your muse experienced being captivated & transported by wonderful storytelling / conversation ? Who was the one telling them/talking to them ? What was your muse’s favorite part of the experience ? 26 | Ichigo-Ichie ( Japanese ) - When has your muse experienced the concept of noticing & treasuring each unique moment as an opportunity because it will never happen again ? What moment(s) were these and how do they feel when looking back on them ? 27 | Gunnen ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced thinking someone deserves something good; feeling joy of another’s achievement without jealousy ? Is this how they normally feel about others’ success ? 28 | Matutolypea ( English ) - When has your muse experienced being in a terrible mood as soon as they woke in the morning ? What made them feel this way ? Did they take it out on everyone else ? 29 | Zweisamkeit ( German ) - When has your muse experienced that feeling of being wrapped up as part of a romantic couple ? Do they still think of this person / these people fondly, or did love grow cold between them ? 30 | Ataraxia ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced a condition of peaceful calmness ? Was it a good feeling, or an ominous one ? 31 | Limerence ( English ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of obsessive infatuation with someone who doesn’t return their affections that often brings on intrusive daydreaming ? How do they feel about this dynamic ? Can they win over the uninterested party ? 32 | Nepakartojama ( Lithuanian ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of something unique & wonderful that will never happen again ? What was this event ? 33 | Aylyak ( Bulgarian ) - When has your muse experienced living without worries or rushing; having a breezy, easy approach to life ? Did this approach last long ? Have they helped anyone else see life this way ? 34 | Magari ( Italian / Greek ) - When has your muse experienced expressing hope, a wish, a desire etc. ? Did they get what the desired ? Were they happy with the outcome ? 35 | Scatenarsi ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced the ability to run wild; to rampage; to simply break free ? Can you tell us about it in detail ? What was the most freeing aspect of this break away ? 36 | Ongubsy ( Boro ) - When has your muse experienced actually loving someone from their whole heart ? Who was this person ? What were they like ? How did they respond to your muse’s love ? 37 | Santosha ( Sanskrit ) - When has your muse experienced complete contentment & satisfaction ? How often do they get to feel this way ? 38 | A darui ( Romanian ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to make someone happy ( be that through giving a gift, assistance, or their love ) ? Who was it for and did that person appreciate it ? Does your muse regret this ? 39 | Mumpish ( British ) - When has your muse experienced feeling sulky & grumpy ? What puts them in this mood ? How can someone get them out of it ? 40 | Niksen ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of doing nothing in order to relax and let go of tension ? Was this successful ? How quickly did the tension return ? 41 | Jeong ( Korean ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of having a bonded relationship, complete with love, affection, and nurturing of those close attachments ? Do they still regard these relationships favorably, or do they feel foolish about them now ? Why do they feel this way ? 42 | Gjensynsglede ( Norwegian ) - When has your muse experienced feeling joyful to see someone after a long time apart ? What was the nature of their departure and how long were they apart ? Has this become a core memory for your muse ? 43 | Napleiten ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced repeatedly and argumentatively go over something that has already been discussed & resolved ? What can’t your muse let this go ? How often do they think over this topic ? Who;s the person they argue with about it ? 44 | Dóchas ( Irish ) - When has your muse experienced hope, trust & reliance in a person or thing ? Was their trust well placed ? Who was this person/thing ? Would your muse still trust them / it ? 45 | Lalochezia ( Greek ) - When has your muse experienced a feeling of relief and satisfaction after using profanities ? What swear words are their favorite & how often do they use them ? Can you describe the latest time your muse experienced this ? What was the last straw before the deluge of profanities ? 46 | Latibule ( English ) - When has your muse experienced a secret, cozy, and safe hiding place for comfort and peace ? Who would you your muse like to share this place with ? Where is this place ? Is it a place, a book, a hobby ? When was the last time your muse visited this spot ? 47 | Litost ( Czech ) - When has your muse experienced the sudden abrupt awareness of anger, misery, and pure embarrassment when they’ve been hurt by someone ? What was the situation that led to this realization ? Can they remember who made them feel this way ? Did they ever make amends with them ? 48 | Gelijkhebberig ( Dutch ) - When has your muse experienced the resolved & stubborn feeling that they know best and they are absolutely right ? Are they actually right ? What does their body language look like while the defend their point, idea, etc. ? 49 | Boghz ( Persian ) - When has your muse experienced that catch in their throat when negative emotions are about to bubble up and burst ? Were they able to keep themselves composed - or - did they blow up ? Was there something that prompted them to simply let it go ? 50 | Yugen ( Japanese ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of thinking about the vast universe, and the mystery of it all feels overwhelming -- they they’re lost for words ? Do they find this a comfortable or uncomfortable feeling & why ? Do they ever voice this feeling ? To whom ? 51 | Truno ( Icelandic ) - When has your muse experienced having a separate & private conversation full of confessions, feelings, and secrets with one other person while they were drinking ? Who was this person ? Is there someone else they desire to experience this with ? What was one thing they told this person that no one else knows about them ? 52 | Dwaal ( South African English ) - When has your muse experienced a dreamy and distracted state of mind ? What had them feeling this way ? What mannerisms did they exhibit while under the spell of this feeling ? 53 | Ruinenlust ( German ) - Has your muse ever experienced an obsession with ruins and feel pleasure being in the wreckage of what once was ? Do they have a love of history ? What are there favorite ruins to be in or explore ? Why do they feel this way ? 54 | Tiwonana ( Chichewa ) - When has your muse experienced the need for a more hopeful way to say goodbye / ‘ We will see each other ‘ ? Were they lying to themselves when this happened ? Is it something they willingly talk about, or do they pretend it didn’t happen ? In contrast, did things turn out well for them ? 55 | Numinous ( English ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling that they were in the the presence of something supernatural, mysterious, or magical / sensed a mystical power ? What was this thing ? How did this experience effect your muse ? How did they explain this experience to themselves ? Do they still think about this occasionally ? 56 | Voler Bene ( Italian ) - When has your muse experienced platonic love in their friendships and all the emotions that come with it - being fond of someone, true affection and care ? Who do they feel this way for the most ? Who is this person to them ? 57 | Ataoso ( Spanish ) - When has your muse experienced someone who sees flaws in everything ? What kind of toll does this person’s attitude take on your muse ? Who is this person ? What does your muse think their motive is for holding this view point ? 58 | Razliubito ( Russian ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of no longer being in love, but still holding bittersweet sentiments of nostalgia towards someone ? Who is this person ? How does your muse see them in their mind’s eye ? What made that love run out ? 59 | Idunnu ( Yoruba ) - When has your muse experienced intense indescribable happiness ? 60 | Sabsung ( Thai ) - When has your muse experienced their heart and mind being replenished & they felt happy to be alive again ? Was this a turning point for them, or a temporary respite from their usual ills ? 61 | Kokua ( Hawaiian ) - When has your muse experienced wanting to help with no expectations for getting anything in return ? Do they regret that now ? Would they do it again ? Who would they go out of their way for like this ? 62 | Hrepenenje ( Slovenian ) When has your muse experienced feeling nostalgic for something they haven’t experienced yet ? What is this thing ? Will they ever get to experience it ? 63 | Cwcth ( Welsh ) - When has your muse experienced an embrace saved for those closest to them during a sentimental time / a safe hug for special people in their life ? How badly do they want / need this experience ? 64 | Ramé ( Balinese ) - When has your muse ever had the combined experience & feeling of chaos and joy combining ? What was this incident ? Was it a positive or negative event ? How did it affect other people besides your muse ? Would your muse relive this experience again willingly ? 65 | Antsafa ( Malagasy ) - When has your muse experienced that moment of asking questions about something they already knew the answers to ? What was this event ? How did your muse feel about it ? Are there other emotions they also attribute to this event ? 66 | Ayurnamat ( Inuktitut ) - Does your muse have the belief that things just happen; They don’t worry about the stuff they can’t change, it simply is what it is ? What made them adopt this policy / POV ? Is this healthy way for your muse to function, or do they hide behind it as a sheild against something else ? 67 | Erklarungsnot ( German ) - When has your muse experienced that feeling of being put on the spot to explain themselves & they didn’t exactly have an excuse ready ? Did they weasel their way out of this scenario ? Is there anyone in their life that can auto-clock when they’re lying ? Who might that be, if so ? 68 | Awumbuk ( Baining ) - When has your muse experienced immense sadness upon company leaving their dwelling ? Was it temporary - or more permanent ? Why did this person walk away; was it for better or worse ? Would your muse go back and stop them if given the chance ? 69 | Lebensluge ( German ) - When has your muse experienced fabrications or lies they created themselves in order to move on in their life? How many times has your muse lied to themselves in a bid to keep moving on ? 70 | Elvagyodas ( Hungarian ) - When has your muse experienced wanderlust, but with the added feeling of longing & sadness to simply get away and escape ? What would they do for this freedom ? Where would they go to be happiest ? 71 | Kaitiakitanga ( Maori ) - When has your muse experienced the desire to conserve, preserve, and care for their environment ? What changes have they made in their lifestyle to accommodate this viewpoint ? Do they really believe they’ll make a change, or is it for show ? 72 | Shenmei Pilao ( Chinese ) - When has your muse experienced the feeling of being overwhelmed by beauty that they’ve become bored by it ? What do they feel a good palette cleanser was that helped them move past this boredom ? 73 | Yuanfen ( Chinese ) - Has your muse ever felt like certain relationships with people / places / things are fated to pull together through destiny ? Who or what are these things ? Did your muse ever try to deny fate and destiny ? Did it catch up to them, or did they come around to the idea on their own ? 74 | Recherche ( French ) - Is there someone in your muse’s life that they’d describe as rare, easily misunderstood & under appreciated with a side of unique elegance & pricelessness ? Who might that be and why does your muse feel this way ? Have they told this person about this feeling ? Are they ever going to ? 75 | Emakou ( Gilbertese ) - When has your muse experienced a hidden sadness ? Was it their own, or someone else’s ? How did they deal with this ? Are they still troubled by it ? 76 | Besa ( Albanian ) - When has your muse experienced the need to keep a promise ? Did they do so ? Did they instead break this promise ? What would they do to keep a promise to the people they care the most for ? 77 | Ohanami ( Japanese ) - When was the last time your muse admired flowers ? Do they have a favorite plant / flower ? Is there significance in that choice ? 78 | Mamihla-Pinatapai ( Yahgan ) - Has your muse ever experienced wanting to start something with someone else, but neither acts out because they don’t want to be the first ? Who is this person and what did your muse want to start with them ? Have the found the courage to make the first move ? 79 | Kekau ( Indonesian ) - What happens when your muse awakens after a nightmare ? Tell us about their mannerisms. What do their nightmares consist of ? Do they ever talk about them & does this help ? 80 | Phosphenes ( English ) - Has your muse ever experienced the stars / colors / shapes people see when they close their eyes ? Can you tell us what your muse sees when they close their eyes ? Are they simply shape and colors, or do those converge into memories ? Can they shake this experience off if it’s unpleasant, or do they actually enjoy it ?

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twistedtummies2 · 3 years ago

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Top 12 Disney Villains from Kingdom Hearts

So, I found out that next year - 2022 - will mark the 20th Anniversary of one of my favorite game franchises of all time - if not my favorite, period - Kingdom Hearts. I LOVE the Kingdom Hearts series, and obviously this is an occasion to be celebrated. I suppose I could wait the few months until next year actually HAPPENS to do this list, and chances are I will do something for the ACTUAL event when it comes...buuuuut I’m an impatient sod, and there’s no harm in having a celebration before the event in this case, so let’s just do THIS one now. ;)

While there are a few reasons why I love Kingdom Hearts so much, one of the key things about the games I adore is their use of Disney Villains: with virtually every installment in the series, new characters and worlds get introduced, and this means that new Disney Villains get added to the series. Some of them are handled better than others, naturally, but it’s always interesting to see how the universe of KH interprets these classic baddies, and what kind of role they play in the events of the unfolding story of the games. Nine times out of ten, when a new game is announced, my first reaction is to wonder which villains we’ll see return and which villains we’ll see newly introduced. I therefore decided, hey, what better list to celebrate this event than one focused on my favorite Disney Villains from the franchise? Now, I should make it clear I’m ranking the villains AS THEY APPEAR IN KINGDOM HEARTS. This is NOT a definitive list of my favorite Disney Villains PERIOD, it’s just my opinions on how this specific universe handles the characters. I already did a whole month-long list in October of 2020 about my favorite Disney Villains period, so go back through my archives and look at THAT if that’s your concern. :P Having said that, let’s waste no more time! Grab your keyblade and prepare for battle! These are My Top 12 Disney Villains from Kingdom Hearts!

12. Scar.

Once again, the Disney Villain most people seem to name as one of their top five baddies, if not their absolute favorite, gets the short end on a list of mine. I know, I am a blasphemous scoundrel who deserves all kinds of horrible deaths. Truth be told, I used to really dislike Scar’s appearance in Kingdom Hearts II, but over time I’ve come to appreciate this portrayal more. His boss fight is phenomenal - one of the best Disney Villain bosses in the series, and that’s saying a lot - and I also really love how they make the character have impact even after his death, with the second visit to the Pride Lands featuring Simba facing what is apparently Scar’s ghost, haunting the vicinity. I always love it when a villain manages to cause trouble even after they’ve literally died and left the picture: there’s just something about a villain with a legacy that’s wonderful. However, I still have one glaring issue with the character that keeps me from loving him more: his voice. In KH2, Scar is played by James Horan. Now, James Horan is a great voice actor, and he’s done some really impressive work in other games...but for most of KH2, his performance as Scar feels surprisingly flat and at times a bit wooden. It feels like Horan was so focused on doing his best to sound like Jeremy Irons that he lacked the necessary energy the character needed in his vocals. Ironically, he does a MUCH better job during Scar’s boss fight, infusing much-needed passion and villainous glee into his boss battle quotes...but for the main story, his vocals seem unusually drab. I don’t know exactly what happened to cause this, but for me, it’s a BIG letdown and the primary reason why Scar doesn’t rank higher. Here’s my great question: Jim Cummings played a few characters in these games, and he has done Scar a couple of times (including singing part of Be Prepared after Jeremy Irons’ vocal chords went to heckery-feck for a while), so why didn’t they just get HIM to play Scar? A mystery indeed...

11. Randall Boggs.

KH3 was a bit of a disappointment for me, in some ways. The game plays great, and it looks absolutely breathtaking...but the voice acting was scattershot, and its use of the Disney worlds and characters was...far from KH’s finest work on that front. As a result, I feel the story of the game, overall, is kind of a mixed bag: it’s honestly much more interesting when they AREN’T in the Disney Worlds, and that’s not a good thing in my books. The villains, in particular, largely got the short end of the stick: no classic Disney baddies appear at all for the Toy Story and Big Hero 6 worlds, Mother Gothel and Prince Hans are probably two of the worst-managed Disney Villains in the whole franchise, and Davy Jones gets an EXCELLENT boss fight, but his presence in the story is so minimal it really deadens the impact of the character. The ONLY villain who I felt was handled well, in terms of the newly-introduced ones, was this guy: Randall Boggs. Randall is played by J.P. Manoux, who does a pretty decent impression of Steve Buscemi’s voice while, unlike James Horan, clearly bringing a lot of passion and energy to the character. And that’s good, because we hear a LOT of Randall in the game: in the Monstropolis level (which should really be called “Monster’s Inc.” because that’s the only part of Monstropolis we ever visit, but whatever), Randall returns from his banishment after the events of the movie, and actually manages to take over Monsters Inc. itself, turning the machines and the very halls of the place into death traps, crawling with enemies. Throughout the level, Randall delightedly torments the heroes with their future doom; it reminds me a lot of the Riddler or the Joker from the Batman: Arkham games, and the way they would taunt and torment Batman as he made his way through the grim halls of the titular madhouse. Obviously, with this game and this world, things are a bit more lighthearted, but Randall can be legitimately creepy at times, and you tell Manoux is having a ball bringing this slimy, slippery character to life. The only downside to Randall is that he doesn’t get a final boss fight: instead, he sics a giant beast on us and that becomes what we fight. It’s a shame because, based on the movie, we know Randall COULD have made a REALLY cool boss fight, like a more kid-friendly version of Laughing Octopus from MGS4 or something. Still, he has more presence and impact than the other villains in the game, and he’s a lot of fun while he’s around, so I personally think the lack of a boss - while disappointing - is a forgivable sin in HIS case.

10. Rinzler.

Rinzler is interesting for one key reason: he is a villain who used to be a hero. Rinzler appears in Dream Drop Distance’s “The Grid,” a world based on the movie “Tron: Legacy.” The original Tron film was featured as a world in KHII, a few years prior. Why is this important? Well, in KHII, Sora’s main ally was the titular Tron...and that is who Rinzler is. You see, Rinzler - a character who lives in a computerized world - is a Program who has been corrupted by another baddy, the evil CLU, and transformed into a murderous, mute enforcer who exists only to carry out CLU’s orders. He’s been turned into a sadistic, ruthless monster with no purpose but to kill, and this was a character who was once a valuable ally and friend of Sora’s. I really love the emotional impact this creates, and it makes Tron, as a character, one of my favorite Disney Heroes in the series...but as far as his evil alter-ego goes, there’s one key problem: that story is effectively incomplete. Rinzler’s fate in Dream Drop Distance is left ambiguous: we don’t really know what happens to him, if he’ll ever become the Tron we know and love again, or if he and Sora will have another chance to meet. I was really hoping that would be addressed in KH3, but it wasn’t. Without that final chapter to the book, so to speak, I don’t feel justified placing Rinzler any higher than number ten...but hey, making it INTO the Top 10, to begin with, has to count for something.

9. Captain Barbossa.

Barbossa has a similar issue to Rinzler, but a.) it’s in reverse, and b.) it’s far, FAR less problematic. Barbossa first appeared in KHII, as well, but he wasn’t a friend of Sora’s: in that game, Barbossa was a villain, just as he was in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, upon which the Pirates world in the game is based. Voiced by Brian George, who once again does a decent job at imitating Geoffrey Rush’s performance and brings clear energy to the role of the wretched pirate, Barbossa is one of the first villains enlisted by Pete and Maleficent in an attempt to regain the power the Disney rogues had in the first KH game. Once again, he gets a great boss fight, and he has a decent amount of time and impact within his levels, making him one of the best villains introduced in the second game. The problem with Barbossa actually comes when he’s NOT a villain anymore: in KH3, we have a level based on “At World’s End,” and by that time, Barbossa has been resurrected and become an ally of the heroes. You’d think that the game would tap into the potential of that, with Sora and Company having to react to an old foe being a newfound friend, and Barbossa having to realize he has other problems to deal with through them...but Barbossa is barely even present and never really interacts with the trio. Said trio, in turn, seems WAY too accepting of him as an ally after all the treachery he tried in their first encounter. However, since all that happens after the villainous fact, and since Barbossa’s time in KHII does feel more complete and is grand to behold, I don’t really think it affects his placement here all that much.

8. Ursula.

Oh, Ursula...thou art a paradox in this series. Ursula is a bizarre case where the character is somehow handled perfectly and yet horribly all at once. On the one hand, her actions in the games certainly work with the character, her personality is on point...and, on that note, she’s played by her original voice actress, Pat Carroll. Something I find consistent in the KH series is that most of the best-voiced villains are cases where either their original performers are playing them, or at least they are played by actors who have been playing these characters regularly for a while. Carroll is no exception: she’s played Ursula in pretty much ALL her appearances throughout Disney’s many media outlets, and she brings the same passion and pride to her work in the KH games as she had all the way back in 1989 with the original Little Mermaid. On top of that, she’s one of the most recurring villains in the series, So, where is the issue? Well, frankly, the way the character is actually used in the game is somewhat iffy, usually because the Atlantica levels in KH tend to be infamously mediocre and/or frustrating. In the first game, the water mechanics for Atlantica were rather finicky; Chain of Memories was easier to manage, but because of the way things were handled in that story, Ursula’s boss was much easier and her impact and role much smaller. I don’t even want to talk about the (thankfully) optional Atlantica level in KHII, though I will say that getting Pat Carroll to sing was probably the only semi-smart decision in that world. (I would have said it was purely smart except she didn’t sing “Poor Unfortunate Souls.”) Her final appearance to date was in Dream Drop Distance, where Ursula made a surprise appearance as the first boss/tutorial of the game...but a.) she comes out of nowhere, and b.) by virtue of BEING the first boss/tutorial enemy, she’s obviously unforgivably easy to deal with. So, yeah...while it’s always fun to encounter Ursula in these games, the games THEMSELVES don’t always give her the best MATERIAL, and as a result, I don’t think I can rank her any higher.

7. Captain Hook.

Peter Pan’s nefarious nemesis is a character I have great attachment for. The Disney version is among my favorite takes on the character, as well as my fourth favorite Disney Villain of all time. And as a recurring antagonist of the KH franchise, it stands to reason the swashbuckling scoundrel would be on this list, too. Hook is one of the more comical villains in the Kingdom Hearts rogues gallery, but do not underestimate him: Hook is a frequent boss, and his fights are some of my favorites in the franchise. In the first game, he’s actually one of the last Disney Villains we face, and fittingly proves to be a surprising challenge. While humorous, he’s dead serious when it comes to his villainy, and his goofiness belies what a dangerous foe he can be on the battlefield. Corey Burton - who has been playing the character for years since the death of Hook’s original actor, Hans Conried - reprises his role in these games, and brings his typical enthusiasm to the part. Honestly, there’s not much to say in this case: it’s just a lot of fun when you face Captain Hook!

6. Oogie Boogie.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas” is a major contender for my all-time favorite movie. By extension, Oogie is one of my favorite Disney Villains, and he is a lot of fun in the KH franchise. In the movie, Oogie’s motivations are just pure hunger and sadistic pleasure: he does what he does basically because he wants to do it, plain and simple. However, in subsequent appearances - most notably in video games - Oogie has been shown to be a malevolently ambitious and envious sort: always seeking to become the King of Halloween Town, as well as other holidays. This makes him an interesting foil to our hero, Jack Skellington: he, of course, tried to take over Christmas, and IS the king of his own holiday. However, Jack never uses his role as a king to take advantage of anybody, and there was never any malicious intent in his misadventures with Christmas. You can’t say the same about this Gambling Boogieman. The KH series sticks to this formula, and Ken Page once again returns to voice the character. Much like Hook, there’s not a lot to say about Oogie: he’s just such FUN to encounter, and has some really great boss fights, to boot. In fact, one of my disappointments with the KH manga series is that they completely overlook(ed) Halloween Town, and the fun one could have there with Oogie...but that’s another story.

5. Jafar.

As villains overall, I like both Captain Hook and Oogie Boogie a little more than Jafar. Yet, in Kingdom Hearts, Jafar trumps them both for me. And...I have no sodding clue why that is. I think it’s a combination of his battles, his voice, and the way he works off other characters in the story of the series. While Oogie and Hook both had great battles, Jafar’s just stand out to me SLIGHTLY more - specifically, his first boss encounter in KHI, and his Genie form encounter in KHII. His battle taunts are part of this; they’re just such FUN to listen to, and this ties into the element of the voice: this is yet another case of an actor reprising a part, and with Jonathan Freeman, that is ALWAYS great. Freeman has not only played Jafar in every spin-off from Aladdin that’s featured the character, as well as the original film, but he’s also quite possibly the only voice performer to ALSO play his role onstage among the baddies here: he originated the role of Jafar in the Broadway stage version of Aladdin. That is how closely tied he is to the character, and he puts the same energy, passion, and effort into KH as anything else. Perhaps because of this, and the way Jafar is written, he seems to have a bit more of a commanding presence among the Disney Villains: in KHI, his interactions with Maleficent seem to place them on a more even keel than with the rest of the bad guys involved, and in KHII, they REALLY play up his return. With Oogie and Ursula, their reappearances don’t feel like SUCH big deals (in fact, with Ursula, they seem to have completely FORGOTTEN her), but with Jafar, the way they play up his resurrection makes him feel like he left much more of an impact on our heroes, and gives the sense his return is more important in some way. Hook and Oogie are a lot of fun, but Jafar just feels like he’s a bigger threat in the grand scheme of things, and I think that’s what gets him a spot in the Top 5.

4. MCP.

Even though the MCP (short for Master Control Program) only appeared in one game, that being KHII, he made a major impact on both the story of that game and my memory. The MCP (voiced by the great David Warner in the original film) was the main antagonist of the live-action/CGI film “Tron,” and arguably the third-tier antagonist of KHII after Xemnas and Maleficent. He was played in the game by Corey Burton, doing a David Warner impression, since - presumably - the actual David Warner was indisposed at the time. Unlike most Disney Villains in the series, he was not allied with Maleficent, and instead was sort of doing his own thing...and that thing was creating computerized Heartless from the databanks of Ansem the Wise’s old system to overrun Hollow Bastion, the world of the “users” he believed to be inferior. In other words, the Master Control Program is basically the Kingdom Hearts version of HAL 9000 or similar “evil computer” characters. The game actually introduced me to the movie, and when I saw the actual film, I was a little surprised by the fact that the MCP felt like he had a much bigger role in Kingdom Hearts than in the film, by comparison. Granted, in both cases, the character is rarely seen or heard, but his presence is always felt. In the movie, however, most of the focus is on the secondary antagonist, Commander Sark, whose role is IMMENSELY reduced in the game...unfortunate for Sark, but actually helpful towards making the MCP more memorable and intense. I actually wish the character could have returned in later installments, but since the games decided to follow up with the story of Tron’s sequel film, that hasn’t happened and is unlikely to happen. All the same, I felt he was deserving of high marks here.

3. Pete.

As Disney’s oldest recurring antagonist - predating not only Mickey Mouse and his pals, but even Oswald the Lucky Rabbit - it’s no surprise that Pete would appear in the world of Kingdom Hearts. In the series, Pete was a constant thorn in Mickey’s side in the days before he became King of Disney Castle. Ultimately, the fat bully was banished to another dimension as punishment for his many crimes, but Maleficent - apparently seeing some potential in the bullying rogue - released him from his prison, and made him essentially her emissary. Pete is a villain known for changing styles and roles throughout Disney history, and KH sometimes seems like a tribute to the character’s versatility in that regard; true, we have his “primary form,” visible here, but we also encounter other incarnations of Pete from his time before joining Maleficent, such as a superhero/supervillain style character called “Captain Dark,” and incarnations based on his appearances in “Steamboat Willie” and “Mickey, Donald, & Goofy in The Three Musketeers.” This is not forgetting Julius, the Frankenstein’s-Monster-esque creature that bears a striking resemblance to Pete, and whom we encounter in an optional “surprise” boss fight in Dream Drop Distance. Pete’s versatility is only part of the fun; I absolutely love what a “try-hard” he is as a villain. Seeing this much more cartoonish, bumbling oaf of a character - who relies on brute strength and is constantly mucking things up - bouncing off a character like MALEFICENT is just friggin’ HILARIOUS. The relationship they have is a lot of fun, since Pete seems utterly devoted to Maleficent (for one reason or another), and does everything he can to please her, while the Mistress of All Evil spends most of her time calling him a “useless imbecile” and a “pathetic coward” among other not-so-affectionate titles. You really have to wonder what the Dark Queen Herself saw in the guy...maybe his simple persistence and determination? It’s certainly a big part of what makes the lunkheaded Pete such a fun villain in general, and it is for that idiotic persistence that I grant him the number three spot on this list.

2. Hades.

As I have said before, I am not the biggest fan of Disney’s Hercules, and when I made my list of my favorite Disney Villains way, way back, poor Hades ranked much lower than you might expect. Because of this, you may think I dislike the guy...but I don’t! Hades was definitely the most fun part of Hercules, and he’s certainly an entertaining villain. I think a big part of this is his personality; even though the Lord of the Underworld is depicted as basically the Devil in the universe of the film, he’s treated in a manner you really wouldn’t expect. Voiced by James Woods (both in the original film and these games, as well as I think everywhere else the character has shown up), this Godly ghoul’s lingo reminds one of a television agent, or a gossip columnist, or even a sleazy car salesman. In Kingdom Hearts, Hades is handled excellently; alongside Pete and Maleficent, he seems to be the most prominent of all the Disney Villains (I’m pretty sure the only ones who have shown up more than him are Maleficent and Pete), and arguably the most powerful. It is also through Hades that many of the Final Fantasy characters get to shine, as well, as the duels at Olympus Coliseum often feature them, and Hades often summons characters from those games to his side, such as Cloud and Auron. The battles with Hades are also infamously tricky and yet also tons of fun; in KHI, he got an optional battle, and in Chain of Memories, I can’t count how many times I died trying to beat this fiery bozo. (Well...in the original, anyway. He seemed a lot easier in the “Re” version.) My favorite of them all had to be the final fight with him from Kingdom Hearts II, where even with Hercules, Donald, Goofy, and a guy with a giant sword on our side, it STILL took me a couple tries to defeat this dastard. If there was ever a villain I liked more in Kingdom Hearts than in their own movie, Hades MIGHT be such a case.

1. Maleficent.

Was there ever any doubt? Voiced impeccably by Susanne Blakeslee - who has done an absolutely PERFECT job at stepping into the late Eleanor Audley’s black shoes - Maleficent, the Dark Fairy from “Sleeping Beauty,” is the secondary antagonist of the entire series and, right alongside Xehanort himself - the primary antagonist - probably my favorite villain in the games. This isn’t the only reason I place Maleficent on here, however; it’s no secret that the Mistress of All Evil is my favorite Disney Villain, but what some of you may be surprised to know is that Kingdom Hearts is just as much a part of my love for her as her original film appearance. Now, true, her level of actual menace has fluctuated from game to game - and the worst games are those where she provides the least threat, usually, I can’t help but notice - but you can’t deny that anytime she pops up, it’s a memorable, show-stealing experience. Highly narcissistic, she believes it is her right to claim Kingdom Hearts as her own realm, and Disney Castle as her new palace. She is unabashedly villainous, with little justification, and so deliciously theatrical and operatic in terms of style. While Pete runs away from conflict at the first sign of trouble, Maleficent will continue fighting even if it looks like she could lose. She is immensely powerful and incredibly manipulative, able to twist people’s hearts and desires to her will in just about every installment, and toying with their minds gleefully. She worships the darkness almost religiously, and is willing to do just about anything, and use just about anyone, to get what she wants. Everytime I encounter her, I can’t help but grin like a loon; I love the character that much. There’s seriously not enough good things I could say about her in these games! So...yeah, sorry to be predictable here, but it’s really a no-brainer in this case. Maleficent is, without a shadow of a doubt, My Favorite Disney Villain from the Kingdom Hearts series.

Honorable Mentions Include…

Gantu.

Monstro.

Chernabog.

Davy Jones.

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crispyjenkins · 4 years ago

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Convince me, CJ! Make me an Obi Wan stan!

AIGHT NEVER DONE ONE OF THESE BUT HERE WE GO

dunno if you were wanting headcanons or facts, so have some of both

1. tragedy

these posts which are too long to screenshot but say things better than my dumb ass:

duel of the fates analysis by @panharmonium

obi’s sticking to the code even through tragedy by @tarantula-hawk-wasp and @jedi-order-apologist

comparing duel of the fates with the maul duel in rebels by @princeobiwan and @padawanakin

( @panharmonium ) with a wonderful comic here

“Contemplation of death brought only one slight sting of regret, and more than a bit of puzzlement. Until this very moment, he had never realized he’d always expected, for no discernible reason, that when he died, Anakin would be with him.” ― from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

and his entire story from the jedi apprentice books by Jude Watson (and Dave Wolverton) it makes me weep.

2. worth

this boi just?? doesn’t believe himself? (thanks qui-gon but that’s another post)

from the Revenge of the Sith novel by Matthew Stover

(side note, he’s one of the youngest council members ever?)

and another quote

“He is respected throughout the Jedi Order for his insight as well as his warrior skills. He has become the hero of the next generation of Padawans; he is the Jedi their Masters hold up as a model. He is the being that the Council assigns to their most important missions. He is modest, centered and always kind. He is the ultimate Jedi. It is characteristic of Obi-Wan that he is entirely unaware of this.” — Matthew Stover

didn’t mean for all of those to be stover quotes but here we are

(somewhat related is this excellent post by @gffa discussing obi-wan being a terrifyingly competent fighter)

3. shippable

( @yeahyeahyeaaah )

( @padawansuggest ) and this ship needs more fanart *cries*

( @amiro-art )

this comic for obirex by @jaegervega (cries in rarepairs)

and more that i don’t ship for squick reasons (QuiObi, ObiMaul, MaceObi, ObiTine, etc.)

4. he’s. so. feckin. light?

( @phsmas )

this post from @panharmonium talking about the quote:

“And you, Master. What does your heart tell you you’re meant for?” “Infinite sadness,” Obi-Wan said, even while smiling.”

5. him cute??

(can’t find the original source 😭)

( @lightasthesun i think??)

( @saeseetiin ) like?????? thumb loops?????

and many more instances that i seem to have lost because i fecked up and tagged obi stuff with a hyphen and url coding doesn’t like that

6. him flirt. him never stop flirt.

i’m also having trouble finding pics/gifs of this and i’m sort of too hungry to keep trying, but he flirts while fighting pretty much everybody, which i find very brave and endearing, and love when he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. i just. he’s so willing to sass.

9. ewan mcgreggor put SO MUCH WORK INTO OBI-WAN, he put so much of himself into that role and those movies that i really don’t think you can seperate love for them.

this gif set about him picking his ‘saber in phantom menace ( @kenobi-wxn )

this one where he’s just!! so excited!! to be doing star wars!! ( @manny-jacinto )

him talking about the cultural impact of duel of the fates ( @princeobiwan )

some bloopers from revenge of the sith ( @greenarrow )

him doing george lucas’ job helping daniel logan (boba) in attack of the clones ( @glittergreedo )

( @clubjade ) with an emphasis on

“Now, many years later, the prequels meant a lot to the generation that were kids then. So from smirking, cynical opinions, now I’m getting feedback from the kids they were made for. I’m really happy about that.”

10. some misc. stuff i collected that i didn’t know where else to put

( @theravenjedi )

( @animymind )

and my favourite fucking obi thing of all time:

( @luvvewan ) i just. i have no words for this post. i love him so much.

stuff i can’t find pic/quote evidence for ‘cause i’m too hungry:

he loves the clones. so much. would literally rather die than lose men needlessly

is padmé’s most trusted jedi (even over anakin) and their friendship drives me to tears

had to be told to stop promoting cody

is super strong in the unifying force and has/had lots of visions which i think is underutilised in canon and fanon (so i end up putting it in almost all my writing whoops i love him being an anxious boy so much)

got yelled at by owen lars for trying to help luke from afar and i will FIGHT—

him baby blues

how fecking confused he is when he first lands on kamino

whatever the fuck is happening in this post

came so. fecking. far. from how he was as a padawan, mastered his emotions and found his spot in the universe, no matter how tragic it was

blames himself for both anakin’s fall and the clone chips (even if he never learned about them, which i don’t know what’s canon anymore whether he did or not)

he just?? has so much love in his big ol’ heart? and forgives and grieves and sighs and lives and trusts and dies. and then helps anakin become a force ghost because he can’t imagine death without him.

and now for some headcanons

he likes really realllly bitter tea, partly because qui-gon liked lighter teas so when he starts picking his own after being knighted, he goes with more flavourful ones

his immune system is shot after the clone wars ‘cause he uses so many stims/adrenaline shots/whatever they call them in the gffa because he’s in charge of a third of the GAR and he already worked himself too hard before the wars and boy howdy do those fuck up your immune system

cut his own padawan braid after qui-gon’s death

even though he almost left he order for Satine, he WOULD have if Anakin asked

was lowkey devastated that anakin did not give him his padawan braid after his knighting during the clone wars (no clue what’s canon anymore? but i grew up on the 2003 clone wars, and anakin gives it to padmé and i’m still having feelings about it)

is the council’s baby, in that everyone on the council either saw/helped him grow up, or grew up with him.

while canon says he could never kill anakin, he would have killed vader to protect luke

so in conclusion:

( @left-leggus )

#long post #cj answers #anon #obi wan kenobi #analysis #prequel trilogy #original trilogy #clone wars #i'm so sorry to everybody i ended up tagging in this #i didn't want your work to go uncredited #the obi stan saga

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alphaofdarkness · 3 years ago

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To my dearest Danielle,

I am so glad to have someone like you. I’ve been through so much yet you helped me during the worst of times. You were there for me when I lost my parents and brother, when my Alpha took over and hurt me so bad, and when I went through becoming an outsider because of it. But you have also been through trauma you didn’t ask for, and still you came out so strong. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have the strength to overcome my own battles in life.

We may be wolf warriors in our own right, but we also love just as deeply. And it’s because of you, you gave me a reason to live despite my circumstances. You gave me a reason to be kinder, more gentler, and stronger than my Alpha will ever be. I love you more than you’ll ever know my darling Danielle. I’ll never get tired of saying it, and I’ll never get tired of expressing my love either. Always and forever will never be long enough.

Forever yours,

Your gentle storm 🐺 ⛈

*sobs into a fecking puddle of emotions, literally a small Alpha pup like (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)*

Ahhhhh words cannot express how much I’ve been melting and wiggling reading this, my heart is warm and feeling all sorts of emotions I can’t describe. I’ve never been the best with words, my gentle storm, My Jay 🥺💖 but you know that all too well and still stay with me through it all. Through every pain and ache we face from the world, to every laugh and warm love, feeling like free falling each time, knowing we’ll catch each other always ✨

You are my better half, the gentle rain in the night; our souls intertwined by the will of the stars. I love no other, but you my Jaystorm⚡️💖

Promise me you’ll stay? / Always— and forever will never be long enough.

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Bless whomever sent this because you gave me a chance to make something with DanyJay 🥺💌 My heart has been a flutter with him for a while now 💖

#alpha howls #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping letter 💌#self ship #jason 'jaystorm' grey #the legendary wolf warriors #DanyJay #tag: always and forever will never be long enough #alpha’s wolfsona

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aethelar · 5 years ago

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If there are meanings to the various plants Graves hacks and coughs out of his lungs, he doesn’t care to know them. He knows enough, obviously, to recognise them as a sign of unrequited love and to know that they are not, by themselves, fatal, but otherwise, ergh. He’s not going to pore over books dissecting the language of flowers to divine the true meaning behind what he spits into his kitchen sink. This one’s red and crumpled in a soggy mess, does that mean his heart’s in pain from his passionate yearning - no, it means the fucking twig it’s attached to scraped his throat and came out bloody, and it’ll be a hell of a lot more than just crumpled by the time he’s finished setting fire to it.

It’s disgusting. Everything about it is disgusting. The stringy stems catching on his teeth, the way he coughs and it comes out lumpy with just-opening buds, the taste of fucking pollen that he can’t scrape off his tongue, it’s disgusting. And! That’s before you even factor in that, apparently, Graves’ feelings are literally choking him he knew the damn things were dangerous who in the seven hells ever thought they were a good idea. Being slowly throttled by your emotions wasn’t romantic in the great oil paintings and love stories of the past and it isn’t romantic now. It’s a pain. A disgusting, foul-tasting, inconvenient - a fucking foot long branch, are you serious, all thin and delicate and dotted with tiny white flowers but that doesn’t change the fact that Graves had to deepthroat a fucking branch and then somehow hide the evidence once he hacked coughed and choked the damn thing out.

So no. He is not enjoying Newt Scamander’s extended stay at MACUSA to help sort out the beast laws. Fuck off.

“Oh, Mr Graves!” Newt says, with his stupid floofy hair and his stupid lopsided smile. “I made you coffee.”

“It’s just Graves,” Graves grumbles for the eighth time, dropping his coat over the back of his chair with a barely-hidden sigh of relief. It’s a bitching coat, but it’s also not December anymore, and as he rolls up his sleeves and debates undoing another button at his collar he thinks, ruefully, that it might be time to move into more seasonally appropriate jackets.

No, he decides. Some berk impersonated him all through winter. He didn’t get the chance to wear his bitching coat when the weather was cold, so he’ll wear it now to make up for it. He looks good in black and he’s willing to suffer for fashion, it’ll be fine.

The coffee, when he takes it, is a perfect temperature. It always is. Given that Graves is forty minutes late today (fucking tree in his fucking lungs), this is something of a surprise, and he can’t help the quizzical eyebrow he raises at Newt.

“Magic,” Newt says, fluttering his fingers like an idiot and capping it off with a quirked grin. A stupid quirked grin. With the stupid dimples that come with it. And - the man has freckles, the fuck is Graves meant to do.

“Ta,” he says, slightly strangled, and downs the coffee in one. If he has to chew to swallow the fecking bouquet that appeared in his mouth in reaction to Newt’s everything, that’s no business of anyone else’s, and he refuses to let anything show on his face that might suggest the coffee was less than perfect. Newt’s got a lot better at making coffee in the past few months. It hasn’t tried to climb out the mug in weeks, Graves doesn’t want to discourage this sort of progress.

Nor, later, does he want to discourage the way Newt leans forward, speaking too fast and caring too much as he lays out the things they’ve achieved and the plans he wants to put in action, or the way Newt flicks his gaze back to Graves for support then launches into a passionate response to some complete moron’s doubting skepticism.

He does that a lot. Look to Graves for support. Grindelwald left his mark, and though his aurors know it wasn’t him, the easy trust they had in him is... not gone. If it was gone, then so would Graves be, it would hurt too much to stay. But it’s not so easy anymore for them to remember that Graves has their backs and will keep them safe.

Or maybe the easy trust in his intentions is still there, but the glaring evidence that he couldn’t keep himself safe makes it irrelevent. Either way.

Newt, though, Newt never had a relationship with him for Grindelwald to twist and turn sour, and Newt never falters in surprise when the new Graves snaps and hurts and bites down the things he wants to say and struggles to hold onto the person he used to be and - not that Graves does, not all the time, he’s fine, honestly genuinely he’s fine, he’s just. Finer. When Newt is around and doesn’t expect anything from him that he doesn’t remember how to give.

What Newt expects is for Graves to believe in what he’s trying to do. What Newt expects is for Graves to point out the impracticalities and the legal obstacles and work with him to help him through them. What Newt expects is for Graves to down whatever foul concoction Newt is passing off as coffee and tilt his head and listen when Newt speaks too fast and admit that maybe, maybe Newt doesn’t care too much, maybe the system was wrong and Graves was wrong and Graves could stand to care a little more.

Newt only expects it because that’s what Graves does. It’s different.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he says, and goes to vomit out a fucking florist in the mens’ room.

“I thought you dipshits were meant to be in my lungs,” he complains, wincing as the bile burns his throat. He’s on his knees, one hand braced against the wall, and even when he stops retching he takes a moment before he tries to stand. He gets as far as an unsteady crouch before light-headedness threatens to overbalance him and he has to hold onto the cistern to stay upright.

“Breathe,” he growls, frustration and pain in his voice as he fights the urge to grip his chest. It feels tight, like heartburn, like thorns growing around his ribs, and it’s a struggle to get enough oxygen around the forest growing inside him. “Fucking - breathe, moron.”

“Graves?” a voice asks through the door. It’s Newt. Of course it’s Newt. None of Graves’ aurors would track him down if they were worried about him. It’s not like they did before, why break a habit.

“Give me a sec,” he says, and tries to keep his footsteps even as he staggers to the sink and washes his hands. In the mirror, there’s blood smeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gets rid of it with an angry swipe of his wrist. “I’m fine. Sorry. Bad timing.”

“No, it’s ok,” Newt says, still waiting outside the door. “You don’t need to apologise.” He pauses, then, hesitantly, “It’s ok if you’re not fine too, you know.”

Graves stops. Hands on the edge of the sink, shoulders hunched, head hanging low. The tap is still running. He can feel a tickle at the back of his throat but he’s exhausted and his ribs hurt and he closes his eyes and ignores it. “I know,” he says, coming out thickly around the flower on his tongue.

In the most romantic of the stories, the hero holds out, refusing to admit his feelings until he’s all but dying from the disease. The flowers aren’t fatal by themselves, but lungs aren’t meant to hold a garden. Then he swoons, or faints, or collapses dramatically in his true loves’ arms; they realise the truth and music swells in the background, and with tears in their eyes as they understand that only their love can save the hero, they kiss him.

Curtain falls. Lights dim. Flowers bloom. End story.

What, Graves would like to know, is romantic about telling someone their choices are to love you or see you die. It hardly seems fair. More like a thinly veiled threat, and he will not make a murderer out of Newt.

He opens his mouth and drops the flower - single, large, white - onto his palm, then crumples it in his fist and throws it in the bin. “I know,” he says again, once his mouth is empty and he can talk. It comes out tireder than he means it to and he shakes himself, squaring his shoulders before he opens the door.

Newt frowns at him in poorly-hidden concern, but doesn’t press it. “They called a break,” he says instead. “Do you want a coffee?”

“Yeah,” Graves says, allowing himself a faint, resigned smile. “I’ll make you a tea.”

And. That’s ok. It’ll have to be ok. The flowers are resistant to any spells or potions he tries to control them with so he works on his feelings instead, if they’re the source of the problem. He’s not sure how effective it is, but if he tells himself that he doesn’t love Newt, then maybe he won’t. Or - if he tells himself that if he loved Newt, then surely he’d respect the fact that Newt apparently doesn’t love him in return, and therefore as a sign of Graves’ love he should stop loving Newt -

He tells himself a lot of things. The plant life falls more to flowers and less to trees, which is a bonus, but it doesn’t stop coming. Graves is short of breath more days than not, and he’s losing weight from both the lack of appetite and the amount of time he spends throwing up. That’s ok too. He rearranges his schedule to put himself on less field duty and give himself more paperwork, and if that gives himself more time working in the office with Newt, then that’s just another bonus in life.

The fact that he has to give up his coat is not, but even with cooling charms it’s too heavy and it leaves him flushed and dizzy and lightheaded from the heat. Newt’s coffee progresses from mostly-liquid to mostly-drinkable and Graves likes to think he’s managed the correct balance of tannin and sugar in Newt’s tea, and life goes on. Quiet days, working on the beast laws in companionable silence, sitting to the side in meetings so Newt can take centre stage and shine. Tilting his head with a fond smile and watching the way he waves his hands as he talks too fast and cares too much about the latest creatures in his case. His freckles. The way his excited grins gives him dimples. The increasing worry in the way he frets over Graves and makes sure Graves knows he’s there and just waiting to be allowed to help.

Graves doesn’t allow him. Hanahaki is insideous. Love me or kill me is a horrible thing to say to someone. Maybe if the damn flowers weren’t there he’d’ve done something, but. The damn flowers are there. They come thicker, and faster; he wakes up wheezing in the night and he holds the bannister when he goes up stairs, he stops bothering to eat because everything tastes of pollen and he’s pretty sure Newt’s hiding nutrient potions in his coffee, he’s nearly there with the beast laws and he drags himself through because his fucking feelings are going to kill him but at least he can tie off his loose ends before he goes -

“Graves,” Newt says, leaning towards him with panic in his eyes. His voice echoes. Graves’ chest burns, thorns and trees and clamping vines; he’s coughing but he can’t - “Graves. Graves,” and fuckdamnit, Graves clamps his mouth shut and refuses to let this be a fucking romance because it’s not romantic to spit weeds in your kitchen sink and wipe the blood off your chin it’s disgusting -

He hacks, coughs, chokes; he heaves and dry heaves; dizzying white spots overtake his vision and his lungs give in; the last thing he sees is Newt.

He wakes up.

He wakes up, and his chest feels... unfamiliar. It’s been full of plants for so long, he’s forgotten what it’s like to breathe. He pushes himself up, achingly, slow, holy fuck had he really lost that much muscle that even this is a fucking trial, but there’s an exhausted resignation behind his anger.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Newt asks from the uncomfortable metal chair next to Graves’ uncomfortable metal hospital bed. “You nearly died.”

He looks pale. Drawn. Lack of sleep, Graves identifies, though the worry’s been dragging on him for a while.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated,” he says, stiffly.

“Obligated?” Newt repeats. “To what, help you? I offered enough times, I thought it was obvious I wanted to. Besides,” and here he starts to get heated, running his hands through his hair in agitation, “You were dying. How did you let it get so bad? Why didn’t you - this has been going on for months, I thought you just didn’t want me to help you. I didn’t realise you were happy doing nothing!”

“Who the fuck else was meant to help? I can’t control it.”

“Who - what? Wait.” He squints. “Graves,” he says slowly. “What did you think was happening?”

Graves hunches his shoulders. The urge to say nothing and try and deflect is ridiculously strong, but he’s not actually five anymore, so. He doesn’t. “I had a damn garden in my ribcage,” he says. “Picking flowers out my teeth like the heroine of a trashy novel.” He fought it as long as he could, and then he couldn’t fight it and Newt was there. Newt saw. And when Graves woke up, Newt was still there, and the flowers weren’t. He hunches his shoulders and hates the tiny part of him that’s glad Newt was a decent human being and didn’t let him die, because there’s nothing romantic in dying to love. It’s shit. Love me or kill me is shit. The whole thing is shit. He didn’t mean to drag Newt into it.

“Hanahaki,” Newt identifies, and fucker, he looks surprised. “You thought it was hanahaki. Graves. It wasn’t hanahaki.”

“I think as the one living through the fecking thing -”

“Graves,” Newt repeats, more insistently. “It was an infection of a parasitic plant you inhaled as a spore that was growing in the lining of your lungs. It wasn’t hanahaki.” And, when Graves just glowers at him dubiously, “Hanahaki is unrequited love. If it was hanahaki...” he hesitates, then braces himself and continues, overly casual and awkward with it. “If it was hanakahi, it would’ve stopped. Um. Months ago. So it wasn’t and you don’t have to worry and if it ever happens again please go to a doctor instead of hiding it?”

Go to a doctor, what’s a doctor meant to do? There’s no spell for a broken - wait. What.

The only way to stop hanahaki is for the other person to love you back.

What.

“Months ago?” Graves croaks out. Newt nods, his awkwardness now highlighted with a blush across his freckled cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Months. You. Months?”

“I made you coffee,” Newt points out, as though that was supposed to be a defence for the fact that, apparently, Graves’ love hasn’t been unrequited for damn months -

“Do you want to be requited,” he blurts out, because why not, why ever the fuck - this is exactly why he never confessed his feelings, fuck it, do you want to be requited what in the seven hells is he saying. “I mean, if, uh, if you wanted to, um, we could. If. You want?”

Newt ducks his head. Probably to hide his laughter. Why. Why does Graves do these things to himself.

“Yeah,” Newt says, too softly for someone bemoaning the idiot that’s fallen in love them. He looks up through the ridiculous floof his his hair and he’s still blushing, but he’s also smiling, tentative and hopeful and very much not being pressured into anything by a stupid romantic disease. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Oh,” Graves manages around the entirely different sort of lightness in his chest. “That’s. Good.”

It’s also an insane kind of whiplash to deal with, and one that might take a while to sink in. He’s learnt both that Newt loves him and that his lungs, apparently, have been infested with spores for the past god knows how long. If Grindelwald did this there will be hell.

He just - spores? Fucking. Disgusting. Spores were meant to produce mushrooms, weren’t they, which might be no less horrifying in theory but at least they’d’ve been easier to bring up than branches.

God, imagine if it were cactuses.

Actually no. Don’t imagine that. What the fuck. Back to Newt loving him, that’s a much better thing to focus on, it’s a delightful thing, it’s, holy shit. It’s.

“You love me,” he says, with that sort of wondering disbelief that comes when something sounds too good to be true. “You’re not just saying it because flowers?”

“You drank the coffee I made you,” Newt says instead of answering. “No one ever drinks the coffee I make them. I can’t make coffee. I can’t believe you drank it.” And, when Graves just looks confused (whiplash, plus he nearly died) he just smiles again and says, “Yes, Graves. I love you and I’m not just saying it because flowers.”

“Oh.” That’s. That’s good. That’s. Yeah. “I think I love you too.”

(thank fuck it wasn’t cactuses)

#gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #hanahaki disease #so a genuine question to anyone who reads the tags #would you put this as angst?#i mean #maybe?#but humour #can angst be humour?#also fluffy ending bc it's me but that's beside the point #am genuinely curious #someone recently called me an angst author who also writes fluff and i had a crisis of identity #anyway #enjoy #my writing

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atmilliways · 4 years ago

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Toki and Pickles, 2, 6, or 9? Any or none, whichever speaks to you. :)

[2+ characters and a number meme]

2, Kissing. 6, Comforting one another. 9, In bed/non-sexually sleeping together.

YOU GOT IT, ALL THREE. 1277 words, lol. Implied Charles/Pickles, sad because it’s set between Black Fire Upon Us and Renovationklok, Pickles is having a bad night and Toki just happens to walk in on it and try to comfort him, and some smooching happens.

You Know What Admitting Sadness Means

Both of these men are competing starfish. They’ve known this for years, since the early days of getting stuck with each other as hotel roommates when on tours, before they had enough money for the big fancy bus with separate rooms, or even hotel rooms that had two double beds instead of just one. Back in those days, Toki’s hair had still been short and he’d always, always slept with a shirt on, even in fucking Florida in the summer. During the other three seasons Pickles, who tended to drink until he felt warm, strip down to his tighty whities, and half-wake up at some point in the night freezing his nuts off, had always appreciated the guy’s ability to throw body heat like a goddamned furnace.

He had actually told him that once, and Toki had replied cheerfully that yes, he knew that, because his soul was already destined to roast over the spitfires of hell for an eternity of torment and pain for not following the rules laid down by a god that did not forget and did not forgive. Pickles had needed to take a few extra illicit substances that night just to get to sleep and forget the hauntingly empty look in his eyes while he’d said it.

These days, Toki’s hair is long and he doesn’t give two shits who sees his scars anymore. Pickles will automatically wake at the sound of retching out of decades of ingrained habit, unless he’s seriously passed out, but otherwise they’re both deep sleepers and don’t much care who flops on who in the night (or day, whenever, time is fake). And they don’t have to share a bed, but sometimes they do because Toki still gets nightmares.

But since Charles died, things have been different. Everyone is withdrawn, shaken . . . and so freaked out by the Revengencer attack that they’ve literally strapped rockets to the bottom of their house and launched it into the sky for security purposes. Toki keeps his nightmares to himself because there’s already enough shit going around, he doesn’t want to add to it.

Except, one night he can’t sleep. The pickled herring he ate earlier isn’t sitting right in his stomach and makes the thought of drinking unappealing. . . . Maybe Pickles will have something he can smoke or snort that will do the trick. He puts on his boots (Mordhaus is a constant construction zone these days, he’s learned not to run around barefoot the hard way) and clomps down the hallway in his pajama pants.

“Pickle?” Toki stops himself just short of knocking, because knocking politely isn’t particularly metal. Instead, he nudges at it with the toe of one boot. The door creaks open a bit, so he pushes it farther and steps in.

The room is a mess. Not that it’s spotlessly clean even at the best of times, but with all the repairs their servants are stretched pretty thin and it doesn’t look like anyone’s come to collect the recyclables in a while. It reeks of spilled beer and spirits, stale smoke, and unwashed sheets—but all that is metal, so it’s probably fine.

What isn’t fine is Pickles, who’s clutching his pillow to his chest instead of laying on it and thrashing sluggishly under just a thin blanket, obviously trapped in a nightmare of his own. Before he can decide what to do Toki steps on a can, and the crunch of aluminum sends Pickles shooting bolt upright with a strangled yell.

“Sorries!” Toki yelps automatically, holding up both hands. “Sorries, Pickle, ams just Toki!”

Pickles stares at him, wide-eyed and panting, then blinks hard until some of the wild, sleep-glazed look fades from his eyes. “Toki?” he asks hoarsely, and coughs.

“Sorries, I couldn’t sleeps and I thoughts maybe Pickle will had somesthing whats maybe helps, ands the door—”

“Toki,” Pickles interrupts. To Toki’s surprise, it looks like his eyes are already red-rimmed, not in (just) a super fucked up way but like he’s been crying. His eyes are even starting to well over. Pickles takes a deep breath, and the rest comes tumbling out in a thin, scratchy wail: “Toki, I couldn’t save ‘im an’ he died an’ he, I couldn’t—H-he’s just dead, he’s dead an’ it’s all my fault!”

Fuck not caring about each other by band agreement. Toki is at his side in a second and pulls the smaller man into a tight hug, a cold lump of metal pressed between their bare chests as though Pickles is wearing some sort of necklace with a pendant on it. Tears form in his own eyes because he knows exactly what Pickles means. Toki hasn't dreamed about Charles, but they’re all feeling the guilt these days. For not appreciating him enough when he was still alive. For not getting there in time to save him. Hell, even if Toki had gotten there earlier he still would’ve been too loaded to be of any use, Nathan would’ve had to do it all alone. . . .

“Ams not your faults, Pickle.” Toki tries to reassure, but at the same time this feels like what he’s witnessing might go deeper than simple guilt. Pickles is shaking, pressing streaming eyes against Toki’s shoulder and bawling into his chest. This is something far more raw and brutal, devoid of any of the trappings of pretending not to care. Right now Pickles clearly doesn’t give a shit about one anyone thinks.

“He’s gone, he’s goooooooooone!”

“Theres there,” Toki mumbles, rubbing his back awkwardly—a tiny gesture in the face of a giant tsunami of grief.

He holds him until the sobs die down, until Pickles moves to unexpectedly return the embrace.

“Feck. Toki, I’m . . . I’m real fecked up ri’now, c’you jest—”

“I won’t tell no ones,” Toki assures him quickly.

At the same time as Pickles says, “—kiss me?” The drummer pulls back just enough so they can make eye contact. ��Please, jest, close yer eyes and lemme pretend it’s him, jest one last time. . . .”

“Whats,” Toki starts to ask. He’s interrupted by lips crashing into his, facial hair scratching and tickling around his mouth.

Pickles kisses him with longing and passion and urgent desperation the likes of which Toki has never experienced before, not even close. The swamping wave tumbles him head over heels, making it difficult to tell up from down, waking him up in ways he hadn’t even realized he’d been tired; the kiss tastes like booze and snot and sleep-breath and dispair. And maybe . . . maybe it is their manager Pickles wants to be kissing, for whatever reason, but Charles isn’t here. God, fuck, Charles isn’t here. It’s just Toki, and Toki wants to comfort his friend (and maybe even be comforted in return, even if his own feelings don’t run quite as deep).

They spend the rest of the night together in Pickles’ bed. Sometimes Pickles dozes off, then wakes crying again. Sometimes they end up making out like their lives depend on it, and sometimes it’s slow and soft and so tender that Toki’s heart aches. But eventually Pickles drifts off and stays there, breathing slow and even against the crook of Toki’s neck; he’s finally gone past the dreams to the other side and is actually getting some rest.

Toki has so many thoughts about everything that’s just happened that he doesn’t expect to fall asleep himself, but eventually he does.

Both of these men are starfish, but tonight it’s less competition and more collaboration. Pickles lays sprawled on top and Toki stretches out beneath him, one arm looped protectively around his friend. Between the two of them, they manage to take up the entire bed.

Even the empty side.

#metalocalypse #metalocalypse fanfic #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #charles is dead #implied chuckles #comfort tickles #sad makeouts

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cbk1000 · 4 years ago

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I just read For the Pikes must be Together.

And Jesus fcking Christ.

I was reminded why it’s my all time favourite future fic one shot.

Oh god the way you use just 4K words to build this entire world, pardon this entire PLANET, Mars as a colony, and the way you encompass a whole century of history into this tight little bubble of klaroline style-dystopian rebel smut .

Jesus.

The way you portray klaus in a world where he too can be killed as easily as a newborn vampire, where he is almost just as vulnerable as Caroline, where white oak stake bullets are as common as m&ms, and you’d think he’ll be overcome with paranoia and this entire layer of internal dissonance where his body and mind that has been accustomed to the permanence that is the fact that he is the APEX predator, now has to deal with being hunted prey from all sides instead of just one as it was with Mikael, you’d expect he’d go batshit crazy with his paranoia, but No, he still remains this cocky little bastard only because Caroline is by his side, he remains the lil mongrel who tells Caroline his name is Klaus, not God, but if you insist who is he to deny you Sweetheart, as she moans, who smiles like he just got good dick (which he does) every time he comes face to face with these soldiers of unmarkable skin and unbreakable bones and fucking tears them like they’re a page from his sketch pad , who is so damn proud to be Mr.Klaus Forbes and goes around proclaiming it to every living and dead and is going to die soul, who loves being manhandled by Caroline and loves it even more when she makes him bleed, who bloody proposed to her half a century ago and still can’t fucking get over it, who is so in love and just gahhhh so trashily in love, and perfect—and damnit I’m not being coherent right now but Jesus this fic does thingggggs to me—Klaus so helplessly hopelessly nervous as he silently proposes to her. And Caroline literally jumping into his arms and Klaus reliving that moment everyday and smiling like a lil sunshine shit.

*Tries to scrape blasted clumps of heart muscle from the ceiling*

God this book gives me the feels, and damn the SMUT girl, the SMUT, TWICE, two separate doses of filthy bloody smut within a 4K fic, the way Klaus always comes before Caroline because he can’t bloody control himself around her is a fucking fantasy world I will create a dragon dildo for, Caroline’s dominant role where she takes what she wants WHEN SHE WANTS IT, and she’s like you just sit there all pretty doll and moan for her, she’ll take good care of you. God, you know how much I love Domme Caroline and this is GORGEOUS,

I love how you portray an entire fantasy future sci-fi historical event in this one fic, like so many elements neatly packed and arranged it doesn’t seem like there are too many things, it’s like this one HUGE LEGEND immense as this moon being told with a gratituous helping of PORN.

Your narration as usual is FLAWLESS, the transitions seamless, the narration of an entire week of major incidents capsulated by one neatly and wittily constructed poetic sentence, LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Now I’ll go on, but I’ve harassed you enough so in the end I close with Tim’s words,

JAYSUS FECKING CHRIST, YOU MARVELLOUS BLEEDIN EEJIT, let me kiss you.

Also *tweedles fingers* I made this for you.

An edit for

The Pikes must be Together

Kay, if I ever decide to write novels for a living, you’re in charge of advertising.

#certifiedceraunophile

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sadaboutniall · 5 years ago

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something about you;

introduction | masterlist | tag | wattpad

Twenty Six. August, 2017.

It all happens so fast. It’s like one morning he’s talking about how to best release This Town, if they should just throw it up on SoundCloud or give it a proper release, and the next he’s on a world fucking tour of his own, album in his back pocket, screaming fans lining up outside once again. He hadn’t expected this, didn’t really think anyone would care so deeply about him, on his own.

They come up with the idea for Flicker Sessions and Niall thinks it’s fucking brilliant, a great way to ease into a solo career, a perfect way to showcase his album—his life’s work—the way he wants it to be heard. It’s fucking brilliant and he can’t wait to kick it off—until it actually happens.

Because he hadn’t thought, really, about what it would be like to sing Flicker in front of people for the first time. Hadn’t really considered that this record, so intimate, so personal, such a reflection of his soul, would be something that he doesn’t want other people to hear. The prospect of it is fucking terrifying, and he’s got fifteen minutes to get over it before he goes on stage.

‘I think I’m going to go out there now,’ says Isla, who’d been in the dressing room with Niall, watching him get ready. They’d made out against the wall for ages, his hands on her thighs under her sundress, her lips soft on his neck, careful not to leave any marks. It calmed him, being close to her like that, but she wants to watch the show from the crowd like everyone else, wants to experience it properly, and Niall’s not sure how he can manage fifteen more minutes alone with his thoughts. ‘You ready?’

‘Not really,’ Niall admits, fiddling with the sleeves of his white t-shirt. ‘Fucking shitting it.’

‘Yeah, I would be too,’ Isla says honestly, pressing a kiss to Niall’s throat. ‘But you’re going to do great. They’re gonna love you.’

‘Just feel so,’ Niall drags a hand over his face. ‘Naked?’

Isla tilts her head, eyebrows raised. ‘I mean, if you want to be—’

‘Please don’t tempt me right now,’ he whines, and Isla laughs, eyes warm as they trail over Niall’s body. ‘Tonight,’ he lowers his voice for her, leans in for a kiss.

‘Ah, you’ll be too drunk to get it up,’ she says it in the same low, sultry voice as Niall, smile pulling at the corners of her lips. ‘Don’t make promises you can’t keep.’

It really does feel like he’s on stage naked. He had thought the Jingle Ball tour was exposing but this is totally new, a different level, an intimacy he didn’t even think was possible. Almost everyone he grew up with is here tonight and everyone knows—they all know this is about Isla, who’s standing with them, singing along to songs they’re all hearing for the first time. He’s literally laying his heart out for people he’s known since he was a child: dissecting the intricacies of the love that has defined his entire life, for the entire world to hear. He never knew he had it in him to do this.

He relaxes into it a few songs in, feels like he fully finds his groove by the middle of This Town, when the whole crowd can sing along. He finds Isla then, too—he’d been searching for her the whole set to no avail, and something about it feels particularly fitting, that his eyes land on hers at that moment. She’s the only person in the room as far as he’s concerned—fuck the Capitol execs, the journalists, the musicians he grew up listening to who are here now to listen to him. It won’t make him any better, worrying about them; this is for her.

During Flicker, he has to close his eyes. It feels impossible to look at anyone when he’s this vulnerable, this honest. He can only think about how he felt while he was writing it, how terrified and clinging to hope he was—and then how it felt to play it for Isla for the first time, to watch her break down over the things he never found the courage to tell her properly. He could’ve saved them both so much pain, if only he hadn’t been so afraid.

He gets it together, though, after Flicker and then Too Much To Ask. He finds his footing when the setlist speeds up, when he glances back into the crowd to see Isla and Emilia dancing, drinks raised above their heads, to Since We’re Alone. It’s smooth sailing from there out—he tries not to look at Isla too long during Slow Hands, for an entirely different reason this time, and feels his heart swell and nearly burst with the crowd’s reaction to On My Own. By the end of the set all he wants to do is keep going. Again, again, again, again. He wants to keep doing this on his own.

The afterparty is in Coppers, which feels ridiculous but perfectly stereotypical. It’s part business meeting for Niall, who spends the first half of the night talking to the Capitol team and to journalists, accepting claps on the back and handshakes and congratulations, watching out of the corner of his eye as Tara collects business cards and phone numbers on his behalf. It’s all good news, Niall knows that, but it’s making him itchy and antsy, standing here doing this while his friends and family mingle around him, dancing, laughing, throwing back shots and raising pints. He wants to be with them, too.

He escapes near midnight, when the execs have gone home and Tara’s disappeared with some guy who went to uni with Deo. Part of him wants to take a few seconds alone just to breathe, but he’s not willing to risk it, sure that someone will come up and interrupt if they see him alone. Being with Isla is better, anyway, than being alone.

He finds her with the Mullingar crew, no surprise. Mully’s got one arm slung over Mia’s shoulders and the other slung over Isla’s, and the sight of it makes Niall’s heart do a few flips in his chest, a smile rise on his face.

‘Something you need to tell me?’ He asks, sidling up to the group and gently touching Isla’s lower back. She’s beaming when she turns to him, and very, very drunk.

‘I’m her surrogate fella,’ says Mully, stupid smile on his face. ‘Her real one fecked off to make business deals.’

‘How’d everything go?’ Isla interrupts, shrugging Mully’s arm off her shoulder and leaning into Niall instead. He feels a rush of pride in his chest, as if there had ever been anything to worry about.

‘Really well, I think,’ Niall drops a kiss to Isla’s hair. ‘But I don’t wanna talk about work shite anymore. Shall I get us drinks?’

‘I’ll come with you,’ she says, smiling. ‘Anything to escape these eejits.’

Their friends shout after them as they walk away, Niall’s arm fitting comfortably around Isla’s waist. She drops her head onto his shoulder and the butterflies don’t let up—he doesn’t think they ever will, no matter how long he and Isla stay together. He loves this: walking through a crowd of people with his hands on her, her body pressed up against his. He likes that everyone in this room knows they belong to each other.

It makes him itch for more of this, more moments and places where they can be open, together. But Niall’s seen what going public with relationships does for people like him. He swallows the idea, tells himself he’s not thinking straight. He’ll let Isla make the decision when she’s ready.

At the bar he gets a Guinness for himself, and another vodka coke for Isla. They find a quiet spot near a window and this is all Niall wanted, he thinks—just some time with his girl, alone, before he has to face the rest of the world again.

‘How do you feel?’ Isla asks around her straw, already deep into the drink. This is so typically her, piss drunk and still asking how everyone else is doing. ‘You were fucking brilliant. I fucking cried. Like, a lot.’

‘Did ya?’ Niall wishes he had his eyes open during Flicker, all of a sudden. He hates the idea of Isla crying without him. ‘I was that bad?’

‘Fuck off,’ she giggles, reaching up to cup his cheek. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

He grasps her wrist, pulls her hand around so he can press his lips to her palm, a gentle kiss. ‘Love you,’ he tells her. ‘This wouldn’t have happened without you. Thank you.’

‘It would’ve,’ Isla whispers, barely audible over the loud music, the roar of people talking. ‘You would be just as talented without me.’

‘No,’ he shakes his head. ‘All this is you. I wouldn’t have even auditioned without you, let alone written an entire album.’

‘Ah, you would’ve found someone else to inspire your angst.’

‘No,’ Niall repeats himself, trying to convey just how serious he is through his voice. ‘It’s only ever been you.’

Isla doesn’t fight him, just runs her thumb over the outline of his lips, over his dusting of stubble. ‘Colm is here,’ she says eventually. ‘He came up to talk to me earlier.’

‘What?’ Niall feels a strangely specific tightening in his chest, one he hasn’t felt since secondary school. ‘How did he get in? I didn’t invite him.’

‘Came with Nicky as his plus one.’

‘For fuck’s sake, I’ll kill the bastard.’

‘S’alright,’ Isla soothes. ‘It’s been ages. Was weird, though. He asked me if I was happy with you, if I was okay with being kept a secret.’

‘He what?’ It kind of feels like the only word Niall can say right now.

‘I dunno, it really was weird. He was saying how I shouldn’t settle, how I deserve someone who doesn’t feel like he has to keep me a secret because he’s ashamed of me. I know he talks shite but, like, what a weird thing to say for no reason,’ Isla sips her drink, not quite meeting Niall’s eye.

‘He’s a fucking idiot bastard,’ is what Niall manages to get out, corners of his vision clouding with anger. ‘Just wanted to make you feel like shite one last time, and that was the best he could come up with. Petal, I’m so sorry, I wish you told me right away. Would’ve had him kicked out that second, but I’ll do it now, let me call Bas and—’

‘It’s okay, Niall,’ Isla touches his chest gently. ‘It won’t do any good to make him angry. I don’t even know why I told you it just… I’ve been thinking about it, is all.’

‘About what?’

‘What he said,’ says Isla softly, stirring what’s left of her drink with her straw.

‘Do you feel that way?’ Niall asks, bile rising in his chest. ‘Like I’m ashamed of you? Because that’s the furthest from the truth, Isla, I—’

‘No,’ she shakes her head quick, cuts him off. ‘But I know, like. I know that I don’t fit in. With your work friends and stuff.’

‘What are you talking about, yes you—’

‘I’m not, like, a model or anything. I’m not talented or stunning or charming or cool, like that. I know I’d make a tit of myself if you took me to any of your work events, and I know that, like, publicity-wise there are better choices for you in terms of a girlfriend.’

‘Isla—’

‘I just don’t want you to feel pressure, like?’ Isla still won’t look at him. ‘I love you so much, but if I’m not the right fit for your job—’

‘Isla,’ Niall raises his voice just enough to get her to look up at him, brown eyes wide, wet, sad enough to snap his fucking heart. ‘I don’t want you to think like this. I don’t want anyone but you—I’m never going to want anyone but you ever again. Every time I had someone who wasn’t you I was thinking about you, for fuck’s sake. Christ, if you knew the number of times I almost said your name while I was in bed with someone else… it’s fucking embarrassing. You’re drunk, petal, and I don’t want to have this conversation right now,’ he brings his hand up to cup her cheek now, hoping she can feel just how much he loves her this way. ‘But I want to carry it on in the morning, when you’re sober. Is that okay?’

Isla nods, swallows thick and closes her eyes for a second. Niall waits. He’ll wait as long as she needs him to.

When she does open her eyes, it’s like she was never upset in the first place. ‘You thought of me while you were fucking someone else?’ she asks, bringing her drink up to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the straw. It’s amazing, how quickly Niall feels a rush of heat through his body.

‘Every single time,’ he tells her honestly. ‘Listen, I’m gonna go find Bas and get McAnderson kicked out of here. But after that, I think I made you a promise earlier today that I’d like to keep?’

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throwingideasatthewall · 4 years ago

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Clone Wars Escape from Kadavo

Well this is certainly a scene change and one that doesn’t really make sense,

I mean I thought it was a Camp of Holding for slaves

Where they got transported to different places on the island to do slave labor, per hap -s

Now there’s apparently a lava pit under it,

How?

That

-doesn’t make any sense

Also wtf,

Coal, metal

Since when was refinery really this place’s MO (Like this is really starting to feel like they got the Mandalorian And This Set -ting s Switch ed,)

Not to say they can’t be a coal/mining industry,

Just, that the setting should reflect it,

From we saw there was nothing to indicate this was anything but an ar chai c Soc-either

With no flues Or fu -mes

To indicate that they were burn Ing combustibles,

Honestly some kind of stalactites mine,

Or someplace where they dig for “valuables,” -like prized st- one for Jew elery- Would make more sense- - Anyway, I’m getting. way too focus -ed on the se- tt - Ing- - Again Rex is just straight up chilling, This is n’t his first rodeo with abusers,

Ok, seriously what was up with the Wil -h el m,?

(Like I don’t honestly see anything steep enough to fall off)

You could say it was a whip but we haven’t seen any Of That, Ye t-

I don’t get the screaming-

Also that dude just attacked him out of nowhere,

Like could we have gone establishment of that?

Like,

What was even his ber-zerk butt- on there?

Dude was doing his job

Like if it was a faster thing you kind of have to establish that before hand - Also then the environment, the ma jor ity, Would be working at a breakneck speed, With a sense of anxiety, In the air,

Then, the whip,

He- was?

(Like that was just plain - pointless

Not even an emotional reaction

Like that told us absolutely nothing about the setting and character

The mate didn’t even have a reaction

It’s one random guy that just decided to hit someone else-

Like that’s not even calculated never mind systematic,

Also I like how Rex like yeah I wouldn’t know anything about that, feck’in Jedi -

Also “Effect?”

Not really more like

“ Dave’s having a real rough day and I really don’t want to talk to (In that state)

Like they didn’t wince.

There was no antici pation-

No anxiety,

Like no signs of this is had a permanent psychologically damaging affect

(Note all toxic behavior is harmful, The difference here is Between The intensity of the in-dentation,

It can get pretty bad

And enabling tox can have serious effects (Pretty bad)

(Requiring a lot more time to undo)

From; Dave is really an asshole,

To I am really an asshole,

To The world is really an asshole (And Dave is the savior-)

(Apologies to anyone who’s chosen name is Dave or similar vernacular, It’s not out of any Mala- cian- Just the first identi fication I could think of,

And tox- ic logic is really not something you wanna enable,

Again what the Frick?

(This is really not an or-ganic way to introduce your rules

Like, “oh yeah speech is for-bidden, Have a nice day,”

Like you think dude-

Like you were pretty damn path -etic abu ser- (s) - (Sla vers) Wow,

There was no emotions or anything -be cause the set up was so poor,

W- h -a t

Again the emotion is non existence,

Also what the fuck happened to Rex over there? -

When did he go down?

(Like don’t get me wrong I saw a flash in the corner?)

But why him?

[also did the scenery just completely changed because he was on the far end of Ken- Obi with something in between

Some thing they were shoveling the stuff on?

That’s just gone in this shot]

[Also, From a narra- tive, standpoint wouldn’t it have made more sense and been a more engaging concept, If the guy had threat -ene d- The clone in Obi- wan’s stead, Seeing as of the republic’s version of slavery,

Rex pos s- ib ly

Reflec- ting on the (Other Species?)

And contrasted with them,

On how much Obi-Wan views him as a possession,

(Or his reaction to the people under him getting hot ,and why)

Allo- wing for more heart,

“I’m sorry,”

“No Wors e- Than The Kamino -ins,”

Rex’s Sub Cat;

Seeing the people he was trained (and order-ed) to protect Harm -ed - Much like the people (under him) were harmed during the Kamooin. s-

Groom -ing, ?]

Any -way,

Again, and what was the emotion? - M-aster

Rex must be like, Kar- ma

If he’s not,

[Never mind he isn’t asleep just one frame made it look weird?]

Ai- gh -t

Oh yeah seriously check up on that one guy instead of you know the person under the command,

Also;

What The fuck?

IS THAT GOOGLY EYES?

What the feck,

What is with that expression-

What is with that facial-

(Seriously someone tell me what emotions this is supposed to por- tray!

What?

Also yeah

they completely waltz. -ed past the ab- us -er. Be- Ing - Con- fron ted- by the Con- Seq- Uen Ce (s) Of their actions,

It’s not pointed out that Obi-Wan totally caused this by (not)- listen-ing, To dude’s initiative to stay out of it

(Or, what he did to Cody Rex, and basically all the clones,)

(And what could’ve been a good moral about negative effects of “Pos- itive over- invo lv e- Ment- )

so I am slightly big mad

Not com- -pletely

But I’m get-ting th-ere

Drinking my slightly bitter ju-ice-

Gett -ing pr-etty salty

Which is odd since I normally don’t criticize aesthetic differences

Like This- -

The problem is it isn’t the aesthetic that I have a problem with, (You want to have a Obi-Wan show more compassion to the slave of similar generation then to Rex?

(That’s per-fect-ly fine and could even show how he values his job and Mission over someone he is actually wound- ed-)

However that’s not it-

(It doesn’t even do that)

My problem with it is that it shows no emotion

No emphasis

No moral

It’s - empty - Watching this scene, there is absolutely nothing I get out of it,

Also wow that was a quick turnaround,

Like seriously it generally takes longer for that kind of behavior to be indented,

This is literally the only Jedi he’s seen be there

One time

This is barely scraping logic, And even then, not really requiring- pre-knowledge of the emotions and general plot (before hand)

I know that I should feel bad for the slave because slav-ery is a bad thing And any real person would be pretty upset it/ Suffer for the toxic environment,

Note; it’s not from the medium

I didn’t gain that knowledge from the medium

(In which the chara- cters actions and emotions, Make me conclude, “oh wow, slavery is a real bad thing!”

No the characters are wooden puppets with no emotion,

Going from; Point a to point B

Nothing to connect them (No preamble)

No emotions

No motive(s)

‘why is Obi-Wan doing what he’s doing?’

‘I don’t know’

(And I honestly don’t think the wr- iters did either)

And no damn interest

Barely scraping logic..

‘Why is Obi-wan doing what he’s doing,’

‘Because he has the rescue the slaves,’

‘ why does he have to rescue the slaves,?’

‘ because you have to rescue slaves,’

It’s literally circular

Rely- ing completely on the cookie cu- tter,

Resulting in it being as flat as a cookie when rolled over by a rolling pin,

Where It should; Be;

“ why does Obi-Wan want to rescue the slaves?”

“Because of his dedication to his moral compass/ because of his dedication to his generation/ non- clone- ena blers,/ (Whatever you want to put there)

(Hey that was almost emotion from ,Rex)

(We’re 2:29 Min Ut es In, And I’m already salty about the episode refusal to be fun,

That’s nice exposition *Palpatine*. Sidious,

Tra- dition (S);

Mill-

That’s literally all I -heard-

-(I assume they’re saying “millions,”)

Which would actually be neat if we got to see some you know human soldiers on the Darkside to counterbalance the whole do you know clone troopers, contrasting the dark side’ s more ethical but none the less toxic practices,

To the light side’s- Gen Break-

De- fiance?

(I think you mean that other Zygerian’s death because we have literally not seen the queen act even remotely rebellious,

Yeah she con- templates possibly free- ing them,

But we haven’t seen her openly communicate with either of these 2 to inform them

And she still wants to keep Anakin,

So she at least has one Jedi,

With the others possibly be blamed on a -prison break-

And literally nothing that we’ve seen com-municating the concept of open - rebel- lion

Or any of the connection between her and the separatist,

Again seriously how am I supposed to feel about that (Also the one person that gives even the slightest bit of emotion and it’s the villain,)

Like I’m surprise’d Dooku’s surprised by that

(Er-)

O-k

Whe-lp

(Also, now there are flues). (Don’t recall seeing them last time,)

Or just sticks with gold on them

(I am very con- fused,)

This seems pretty different

And totally safe

(Also wasn’t the castle blue?)

But I’m not against it because it could work with the symbolism of wild, Or just. Wor -k (I know I’m being way too hop- - eful but I try,

Re- hash-

Easy-

So why is there no other emotion

And why do you look like a caveman,

(Eyebrows constantly furr- Ow- ed)

Also what was with the pro-nunciation and emotion?

Bare,

Also literally no one else is paying attention to that guy? ?

‘ he also doesn’t cause me to have any emotions’

Like seriously I know that it’s a cat person but you still have to show some sentient emotion here

If there’s no emotion, there’s no risk,

(Part of sent- ience)

Att- end,

Again that’s not the cha- llenge I think they were trying to make it out to be; (Un-accountabili- ty) Aka What it would work best as;

Remix;

“ I’ll would never turn away from a challenge,” Anakin said snarkily,

The queen se- duct iv el- y

Taking his light saber, - that works better;

- Ser-iously - Um- No,

(Last time someone fall from a height that high, they died,)

(You have to play by your own rules, )

Wha-

Also again wh -at-

Sky -walker

When ?-

Would be nice if you ever feckin showed it,

(Seriously the concept of Obi-Wan having to come to terms at least temporary that his Over-involvement has hurt people is an interesting concept,”

Also bullshit that you know that

(Pretty)

(You’re all enabled and you haven’t spent any time around Obi-Wan)

(That’s a stupid plan and the animation really doesn’t help,)

Zy-ger

Perm - R- i-,

Oh yeah so no reserves, about using the term, “master” After this schism ? - Y-eah - How? - W-at

[The emotions are off the roof and I have no idea

with the scale of escalation

W-at]

Lesh - Li- fe

You did- n’t? - Emo tion-

Wh-at?

Who called- the guards?

Seriously if this is such a constantly abusive (tox) relationship than how do they not know,

(Unless the previous guards got killed and these are the newbies,)

Because you don’t act like it all don’t have any of the characteristics generally associated with constantly rein-forc -ed toxicity, Show- ed no emotion including (anxiety and anticipation) In that previous fight,

As well as no negative con- seq- uen ce s for your behavior - Even now your voice is just “ oh I’m dyi-ng- -,’. .

Meep,

[Something happened

not a Tumblr refresh,

Gist;

There’s absolutely no emotion in the scene and the fact that she just dies after that being the threat is just kind of cheap,

[and the fact that she had absolutely no expression (Or emotion) during that entire fight Not showing any of the general signs - Just no)

And that expression is a weird way way to end

The scene. not the movie that still going, (Un-fortunate- ly)

Uh, why Off to you obviously evil factory, land,”

Kick,

Hey isn’t it that minor antagonist that hasn’t showed up since the last episode? . . . Why? . . . And he included the clone why?

(Oh yeah I want the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, And especially the to my knowledge (default) clone.

And Rex who is honestly a lot more intimidating,

K-i

[Again this is supposed really be about. Ken-obi but I’m really focusing on Rex,]

Wh- at- -

How?!

They were on a bug?

I-

Ok-

Sorry my memory gave out for a moment at the whole Anakin durp face thing - -

W-h

W-

Wood

Again, how is he supposed to do that?

- Ter- - I-l

Sl-av es

So Ahsoka goes to rescue the slaves while An-a kin, stays here and carves a hole,

En-ough

No emotion!

Oh, I thought he meant Ah -soka - Oh so yeah let’s bring a warship into what seems to have been intended as a stealth mission,

Screw Fitt Ing Re Action-

And-

W-

How did that change the fact that they have the button that can kill all the slaves,

(It didn’t)

Obi-won just apparently stopped giving a fr-ick -

Ray-

Well then they were impossible to take out,

F-a - S-l

But only the Tyger-ian (Apologies for any misspelling I mean Ahsoka’s kind,)

“He -at,”

“Cut,”

Ge-n-

Rex did more than Obi-wan,

Also yeah completely forgot about that,

Also he said kill,

[Not further im-prison,” ]

Rex had some rage-

Also you’d think that be Obi-Wan considering how much he’s gotten ,screwed with This entire ,time - Wh,at

Wh -y -

Wh -y - H-ere - How is Rex still fighting guys? - Also thanks a lot Obi-Wan you useless piece of shit,

[Again, would n’t it make sense? .)

W-ell

- You just came into a door just hop them - over- - Lan d-

Wait, How did you just get in, there though,

. Co- vert - ?

O-Kay, new character,

W-h

(Also oh no they gave plo another fleet

Great )

Ser-iously, what where are these guys coming from? , You’ve literally been allowed this dude to heck around the entire time while Rex did all the hard work

La-me,

Also seriously where was all that - ,coming from- - Wh at-

Where was the emotion? - Hey that had no meaning, symbolism or emotion behind it - whatsoever,

A-i

- W-h - - - Whelp, was completely boring

Covenants of a good, fun story;

- Set; Excessive in instances that don’t directly affect the story’s up, cohesivity

-Tone; Is appropriate

-Emotions; And appropriate, and consistent and manage to keep a consistent tone,

(Un-nessary, Typically switch-ed for a more logical tone, In works of non-fiction,

Though may be in both, So long as note is given,)

This film (Movie - Gets absolutely none of it right except the basics for a good story

It’s co - hesive- But damn boring and empty,

Story - Re-write. - (I needed something fun after watching that boring documentary,)

So let’s get into it, - (May feature episode -overlap)

Obi-Wan emerges from the carrier, With R -ex,

(Obi-Wan possibly sub- con-ciously mov -ing In Fron -t Of Rex-)

[Or Cody]

The minor antagonist welcome(s) them; Obi-wan trading some banter with him - It being part of a plan to get captured,

Unfortunately somethings went ar-ray and instead of Cody being the back up plan; he got taken with him

The minor antagonist - quickly cuts the chatter - By having the guard (S- bring Cody forward, introducing him as Obi-Wan’s Slave

Giving a veiled threat of “ would be a shame if something happened to such a ,pretty specimen,”

Obi-Wan getting def-ensive,

The atag, Com menting, “ Pretty protective, Of your toy, Aren’t You,”

Before having them thrown somewhere,

Next time, we see them they’re getting e- scor- ted- for gem Min- Ing,

(Possibly some black humor from the vil -ains- about how people will pay, “An arm or leg

*Pos-sibly yours,

For the stuff,’

On the way there one of the guards notices Rex (Cody)’s ey-ing the place. warning him That, ‘He’s not the only one under ob -servation)

Possibly causing a wincing or anxious reaction from them . (I would generally encourage flashbacks to be able to - show the emotion em- ot ion,)

(Under-stand what is going inside their head,)

But for now I’ll stick with the example given by the show which is no flashbacks, The guard making it clear what will happen

Shock- -Ing-

The clone (Eith er) Ha-ving a bad reaction to this,

Knee jerkingly reaching out,

The guard grabbing him and holding him back - - Forced into a distressing circumstance of fa il -in g- The Miss- -ion -

Those two are pretty much out of the action for the rest of the episode being stuck

Obi-Wan can’t do anything without hurting Cody Cody can’t do anything without hurting the slaves - Most of their part is contrasting the condition,

Most of the action is with Ahsoka, Who talks down that dweeb (Maybe someone near-er to her age) And they go break Obi-Wan out so he can back up, Anakin

In the Dooku fight,

The most consistent and clear char- -acter Being Q -ueen, Being a slaver-

If it’s Ana- Kin,

Anakin having to begrudgingly put up with this slaver’s nonsense

Be-grudgingly

- Her talking about how life is slavery and him just not...

Then Dooku Shows Up,

(The whole transition between the mine scene and the Anakin- slaver scene, Being a cut from the sparks in a mine To the jewel on her finger With extra focus being put on the jewels,

Possibly all done with all of them Zy- gar-ian (Or of all the planets that she’s taking people from-

Zygarian Heir loom)

A black stone (in the middle of her chest) By a pendant (Generally implied to be by Count Dooku)

Toxic court-ing implied,

Count Dooku announces a surprise visit,

The Queen is pleased but nervous (Hands behind -back)

“I-”

Putting a wine glass down behind it,

Dooku is immediately aggressive

The queen offering Anakin as a consolation prize

As the youngest and newest to the-ir possible rank,

Dook-u snark Ing,

Dooku threaten -ing to kill

The queen having issue with that whole main characterization being the collector of rare things

(Possibly a reflect- Ion about the no speaking rule)

More likely Dooku dismissing her con- cerns just saying that he can always get her a new one,

“The Queen possibly wincing at a raised hand - if we want to go for indications of physical tox-’

Poss-ibly a conversation about why she put up with him

“He treats me well”

Focus on the necklace and pendent to - contrast with the choking necklace-

Possibly a poison Sub-line

- If you want to go there, - But focusing on Ahsoka, they broke those guys out,

Ahsoka finding a heartbroken Jedi, Explaining that their res -pect ive clone friend, �� Has given up on them

Ahsoka finding that person,

Who manages to explain that he can’t move either-

To be cut off by the guards who has really had enough of every- thing-

Decided - screw it if pain isn’t going to make you stop and then might as well put them in a life or death situation,

Add-ing time on the clock (Or at least a new var- iable-)

Ahsoka possibly does a whole speech thing (Since seriously we’ve seen none of her involvement or even care about her own spe-cies) Via dem on- Strat Ion-

(Very likely leading to a riot situation,)

As they didn’t plan on the Tagroatians (?) Rebell ing due to crush -ed spirits,

That happens - Those two re- unite and go to fi-ght Dooku

(I never. really cared for the Zy- ger- Ian queen,)

If she lives in then, she’s grateful for them driving off Dooku, Allows them to get off with the slaves,

(Necklace might have information might not,)

*Honestly I felt it made more sense for Anakin to be the one in the mine; The Zy- garian queen, and Obi -Wan hav- ing boomer ban -ter, With Obi-Wan a lot more aware of that stuff, (Show-ing worldliness by identifying the stones) While Anakin compares the circumstance to the one that he used to live in, And the one he enabled Rex living in, While Ahsoka, could team up with a Zy-ger-Ian round her age, Possibly some conversations about enabling- May-be Ahsoka talking about getting a clone command of her own- (If we want the clone commanders to be a constantly featured theme here) Boomer Bait, Busting Anakin out of the mine, Obi-Wan getting hidden behind a cur-tain, And going to heck over Dooku, (Slaves recovered-)

Both the Zy- Gar- Ian- (And a flirtatious promise to return By Obi-wan, ) [contrast Mandalorian] Gets Free- Dom- - End- -

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riredrhodyblog · 4 years ago

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Appreciating Seán While He Is Away

Day Forty-One: Story Time (2019-2020)

In 2018, I was lucky enough to see two of Seán’s HDWGH Shows: April 4th at the Chevalier Theatre and August 29th at the Egyptian Theatre.

Boston and Boise, Baby!!

After the Boise Show, my lovely friend Robin, @iamtheckhabbbidxje, and I met an Australian woman who worked at the Theatre. She told us that she had no idea who Seán was, but his warmth and stage presence was so compelling that she could have listened to him talk about his experiences for much longer than Ninety Minutes!

I couldn’t have agreed more!

Which is why I wanted to feature Seán’s Story Time Vlogs in today’s Post!

I Broke My Crush’s Ankle In School (2019)

My Heart... my Little Babbie Heart... eased my suffering once more.

https://youtu.be/9ElUgdAVt_A

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You can tell how awful Seán felt (and to an extent, probably still feels) about breaking “Sandra’s” ankle! Is it weird that I actually want to give him a consoling hug every time I watch this video?

I Got SO Sick (2020)

The point I wanna make in this video, again, is to not instill fear in people and make everybody worry that every tiny symptom they have is Coronavirus, because again I don’t wanna make light of what’s going on...

https://youtu.be/0eHUGDbF6BE

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I’ve never been the type to say things like, “I miss _insert year here_ Jack!” and I never will be that type. But there is something very 2014/2015 Seán about him in this Vlog.

That said, I’m very grateful that this is indeed current Seán talking to us, because the Seán of years past would have kept recording no matter how sick he was!

I Almost Broke My Nose (2020)

I didn’t go to the hospital. I didn’t go to the doctor. I didn’t do anything like that because, in Ireland, you don’t do those types of things.

Unless your nose has fallen off and run away from ye, you don’t go to the doctor. Unless you’re in extreme agony, ye just sit at home and say, “Ah, sure! Feck it! It’ll be grand. Dinner’s ready.”

https://youtu.be/wT8-NjP06j8

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Shore en begorrah, he’s not wrong! My Maternal Grandfather, who was born in Roscommon, lost his right arm in a construction accident and he lived the rest of his life with divil a bother!

This was him holding my older Brother and me when we were Wee Babbies!

I should probably mention that my Grandad was indeed sent to the hospital after his accident.

I love Story Time Videos, especially with Seán! I could literally sit and watch ten hours of these!

My Sister Was Possessed (2020)

I was convinced the Devil had entered my sister’s body. The Ouija Board that she had messed with, with her friends, had become a conduit and now Satan was in my house sharing a bunk bed with me!

https://youtu.be/Ra-EchOhsZc

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I’m old enough to remember movies on VHS, Dear Seán! Hell, I turned sixteen a couple of months after you became the brand new Babbie McLoughlin in your family.

How many fucking times can I say the word “Babbie” in a single Blog? 😂😂

I was a lot older than Seán was the first time I saw The Exorcist on VHS, so it didn’t have the same effect that it did on him. It’s still a great horror movie; don’t get me wrong. But I remember being more morbidly fascinated than scared.

Besides, only having one sibling, my Brother and I didn’t share a room, let alone a bunk bed, as kids. So I can’t really blame Seán for thinking that his sister was talking in tongues.

😈

#jacksepticeye #positive mental attitude #youareloved

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three-drink-amy · 5 years ago

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Sweet Creature

chapter one

Chapter Two

Claire had given the basket to Jamie, promptly ignoring any memories of her confession to Joe the night before. She threw herself into her work. If she was honest, she was a bit mad at herself for actually confessing. Joe was a very trustworthy friend. There was no way he’d tell Jamie. Or anyone, for that matter. But it was still her well guarded secret. And in a moment of weakness (coupled with Joe’s persistence) she’d caved and admitted it all.

It was around lunch time when the door opened and two familiar faces with matching grins walked into her shop.

“My darling, Claire!” John cried, drawing her out from behind the counter. “You have no idea how happy I was to see Jamie walking in with a basket from you today. Truly made my week!”

Claire smiled, looking over at Jamie. “So it was a big hit, hmm?”

“Of course it was,” John replied. “It always is when you send them.”

“Was it a big enough hit?” Claire asked Jamie, an eyebrow raised.

He shrugged. “Still to be seen, I suppose.”

Claire just nodded. “So what brings you lads by here?”

“We were having lunch at a restaurant about a block away and I insisted on stopping by so we could thank you,” John told her.

She smiled. Claire had been fond of John for a while. He was a work friend of Jamie’s and a hearty supporter of Claire’s bakery. There were times that Jamie dragged Claire to work parties so he didn’t have to go alone. Claire always went along, though sometimes, it was just to catch up with John.

“Well you know I love you boys,” Claire reminded him. “I was more than happy to send the treats your way.”

“Jamie said you asked him to make sure I got some of them. That means so much,” John said, placing his hand over his heart. “You’re just the best, Claire.”

Jamie was watching her. “Aye, she is.”

Claire glanced over at him. The look he gave her made her heart clench. If he only knew what one look did to her. Even after all these years.

“Oh, by the way, Sassenach,” Jamie said, stepping closer to her, “I got a call from Rupert today. He’ll be in town and wants to get together.”

Claire nodded her head. “Okay, great! Sounds fun.”

Jamie made an uneasy face. “Well theoretically it does.” Claire’s eyes narrowed in his direction. “Geillis will apparently be with him.”

Claire sighed, stepping back. “Then, sorry, I’m out.”

Jamie groaned. “Come on! It’s been so long since ye’ve seen Rupert. The two of ye used to get on so well.”

“I know, and I miss him. But Geillis got Rupert in the divorce. I got you.”

Jamie rolled his eyes so hard she thought they might go back in his head. “That’s a lame excuse and ye ken it well. Come on. It’ll be drinks at a loud pub where ye can pretend to ignore any rude thing the lass says and then we can go back home and make fun of her just as we used to at uni.”

Claire couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. “I’ll think about it,” she offered. “But you can understand why I wouldn’t want to see her, right?” Jamie nodded with a sigh. “I mean we were very close friends and then she betrayed me.”

“I ken that. And that’s why ye got me in the divorce,” Jamie assured her, a small grin on his face. “But it’s been almost six years since ye’ve seen her. And it’s been three since ye’ve seen Rupert. Ye ken there’s a place inside ye where ye think it would be fun to spend an evening together, just the four of us again.”

Claire was determined to keep her face blank. But no matter how hard she tried, her glass face prevailed, much to Jamie’s amusement. “Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll go. But I get to decide when we leave. Even if that’s two minutes after that wench gets there.”

Jamie held up his hands in surrender. “Fair enough.” He tilted his head slightly. “Though please try to last a bit longer than that.”

“We’ll see. You know it won’t depend all on me,” Claire said with a note of finality as she stepped back behind the counter. She bid them both goodbye before hiding herself in the kitchen.

The next day, Claire was sitting with Jamie at a loud pub, waiting for their old friends to show up. Claire’s leg was bouncing up and down in her anxiety. Jamie noticed when he looked over at her. He put his arm around her shoulders before leaning towards her ear. “It’ll be fine,” he whispered.

His breath on her neck was messing with her even more. She just nodded silently. Jamie pulled her closer, allowing her to lean on him. “I promise ye that none of the old drama will come up. It’s just a casual drink among friends.”

“And what do I get if you’re wrong?” Claire challenged.

Jamie laughed. “A rare gem. Ye getting the opportunity to tell me I was wrong.”

Claire glared at him. “You’re quite literally a millionaire. You can do better than that.”

He kept laughing, his head thrown back as he squeezed her shoulder. “Oh, Sassenach, ye do make me laugh.”

She shook her head disapprovingly at him. “I more or less meant it.”

“Oh I ken ye do. I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see what yer prize could be if ye do prove me wrong.”

They didn’t have to wait much longer before Rupert’s booming voice carried through the loud pub to their table, announcing his arrival. He wove his way through the crowd, an excited look on his face. His arms were thrown out wide as he approached them. Jamie jumped up first, meeting him for a hug. Claire followed suit and realized she truly was happy to see Rupert.

“Goodness, ye two, it has been far too long!” Rupert exclaimed as he looked back and forth between the two of them. “And Christ, the two of ye have just been thriving, haven’t ye?”

Claire chuckled with a shrug. “I don’t know about that...”

Rupert scoffed. “I do. First I see an article about a local Scottish lad winning the fecking lottery and bringing home millions. Then I hear that about the Sassenach that is running a booming bakery business so good that my mother goes weekly and they had to open a second one.”

“Have you been keeping tabs on us?” Claire joked.

Rupert laughed, pulling Claire into a side hug. “It’s hard not to keep tabs on ye two.”

“Because we live in the same city as yer mam?” Jamie asked, wearing a devious grin.

“Tis certainly part of it,” Rupert confessed.

“So are you just home for a visit?” Claire asked, sitting back down.

“No, my school is having a wee reunion of sorts. That’s why Geillis and I came back this weekend,” he explained. “We arena far enough away to ignore our own reunion, sadly.”

“Where is she, by the way?” Jamie asked with a hesitant glance in Claire’s direction.

“She got stuck in traffic but she’ll be here soon,” Rupert promised. “Shall be good to get the gang back together!”

Claire nodded, hoping fake enthusiasm would be enough. She knew for certain she’d have more fun if it was just Jamie, Rupert, and her for the evening.

Geillis had been a close friend from the first year of university. All four of them had been close from the beginning. In their last year of university, they were all making plans. Claire was planning on medical school. Jamie secured a job at a bank. Rupert had found a place to live in Edinburgh. And Geillis had been flailing. So she lashed out, costing Claire an acceptance to a medical school in London. Claire had scrambled to gain an acceptance somewhere else. She ended up in Glasgow and in the aftermath of everything that had happened, Jamie had followed her. It had all worked out in her favor, but the betrayal by someone who was supposed to be such a good friend was never quite forgotten.

The three of them sat chatting for a bit as they waited for Geillis to show up. Suddenly, a head of bright red hair flew through the crowd and appeared at their table. Jamie was better at feigning his excitement to see her. She hugged Rupert and Jamie before turning to Claire. Both women froze, not knowing how to approach the other. Claire simply nodded in her direction.

“Geillis,” she said.

Geillis followed suit. “Claire.” The awkwardness of the moment wasn’t lost on anyone in the group. Geillis cleared her throat. “So Jamie, Rupert said something about yer work.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And why the hell do ye work? Ye won the fecking lottery, man!”

Jamie frowned. He got that question all the time. Anyone who knew he’d won a significant amount of money typically had suggestions for what he should do with it. “Well I decided I shouldna simply piss it away.”

“He lives in a flat, Geillis. And no’ a particularly nice one,” Rupert informed her.

“Hey, yes it is!” Claire defended. She had to. They lived in the same building.

Rupert laughed but shook his head. Jamie simply shrugged. And Geillis’s eyes turned to Claire. “Claire, I’ve heard lots about yer wee bakery.” Claire nodded hesitantly. “Shame medical school didna work out for ye.”

Claire was ready to fight. Jamie laid a hand on her wrist underneath the table. “She quit on her own terms,” he informed. “She had perfect marks but didn’t enjoy it. I told her she should do something she loved. And now she provides the world with delicious baked goods.”

“That’s more noble than doctoring in my opinion,” Rupert said with a wink. Claire grinned.

“How on earth did ye even open a business?” Geillis pressed.

Claire opened her mouth but Jamie beat her to it. “She got lucky. Made all the right calls and good choices and people wanted to support her and her idea.”

Claire stared at Jamie, wondering why he wasn’t telling the truth. Geillis seemed bored with the Claire praise. “I need a drink. Anyone else?”

“I do!” Rupert exclaimed, jumping off his seat. The two of them walked back through the crowd to flag down the bartender.

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?” Claire asked once they were out of earshot.

Jamie shrugged. “I didna think Geillis needed to ken where yer support came from. Then she’d likely just say ye didna do it on yer own. But ye did.”

“Not really,” Claire argued. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“So I gave ye some help. But the success of the place comes down to ye, Sassenach,” Jamie insisted. “Tis no’ my contribution people are asking for more of.”

Claire wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Thank you, Jamie. That’s very sweet of you to say.”

He matched her movement and his arm came around her waist. “Tis why ye got me in the divorce.”

The others rejoined the table and they carried on a conversation filled with reminiscing on their uni days and catching up (however truthfully) on their lives. It wasn’t as terrible as Claire had expected once they were just chatting. It seemed Geillis had dropped the veiled comments at the bar. For a moment, Claire was glad to be spending time just the four of them again.

But that moment ended when Rupert went to the bar and Jamie went to the bathroom.

It was just Claire and Geillis sitting at their table. They were silent for a long moment but then Geillis decided to speak.

“So I see ye still have yer all consuming love fer Jamie,” she said with an amused smirk.

Claire glared at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Tis quite obvious. I mean it always was,” Geillis told her. “But it still is now. I think the only person it’s no’ obvious too is poor Jamie. He’s never known the weird obsession ye’ve held for him.”

“I’m not in love with Jamie,” Claire lied. “We’ve just gotten a lot closer since uni. It’s the type of thing that happens when one friend doesn’t betray the other.”

Geillis’s eyes narrowed in Claire’s direction. “Perhaps I should sleep wi’ him. That was what got ye all mad at me in the first place. Maybe I could really earn yer ire this time.”

Claire slapped her hand down on the table. “I wasn’t mad at you because you slept with the guy I had been sort of seeing. I was mad at you because you decided that I needed to live the same aimless life as you so you got my acceptance to a great medical school overturned by calling them and saying I was unstable and unfit to be a doctor. I was pissed that you decided what you wanted for my life was more important than what I wanted.”

“Seems like yer life has worked out just fine,” Geillis commented.

“Yes, because I had to work my fucking ass off to fix the damage you’d done to it,” Claire yelled. She grabbed her purse. “You know what, I tried. But you are still the same self centered bitch you always were. It’s a shame it took me so long to see it before. Goodbye, Geillis.”

Claire didn’t wait for either of the men to return. She strode out of the bar and went to her comfort place.

Her hands were knuckle deep in dough when she heard the bell on the door. “Sassenach! Claire!” Of course he knew just where to find her when she was upset. The sounds of Jamie’s footsteps grew closer. He released a sigh when he caught sight of her. “There ye are.”

“Hi,” Claire said flatly.

“Ye just left. Ye didna even tell me,” Jamie commented as he walked over and sat down at her prep table.

“I’m sorry. I meant to send you a text but I was just fuming and I left and came here and I forgot.”

“Do ye want to talk about it?”

Claire picked up the dough and shaped it into a ball before slamming it back on the table with a sigh. “She has no regrets. She set out to ruin my life and she has no regrets about it. I don’t understand how that’s possible. One time you asked me to drop off your dry cleaning and I forgot and I felt guilty for days.”

Jamie chuckled. “Aye, but ye’ve always been a kinder person than Geillis.”

“You know I think she feels worse for sleeping with the guy I was seeing than she does for getting me kicked out of medical school,” Claire remarked with a dark look. “She’s psychotic.”

“Perhaps she’s jealous of yer success. Wouldna surprise me if that was the case.” Jamie raised a brow.

Claire shook her head. “I don’t know if it’s that. I think if anything, she wanted me to thank her for getting me kicked out because it set me on this path. Like she’s fucking responsible for it. She’s just yet another person who wants to claim my success for themselves.”

Jamie looked down at the table and nodded. “I’m sorry that I dragged ye along tonight.”

“It’s okay. I know why you did,” Claire said, reaching out to lay a hand on his. He glanced up at her with a small smile and her heart beat faster. “However,” she continued, moving her hand to cross her arms, “I will be asking for more compensation than just the opportunity to say you’re wrong. Even though you are. You’re so very, very wrong.”

Jamie laughed. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her. “Aye, I’ll give ye something else for yer troubles.” He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Claire had to fight her instincts to fall too deep into the embrace. He pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders as he looked down at her with a broad smile.

“Wait, was that your repayment?” Claire asked, tilting her head at him. “Because it’s so not enough.”

Jamie rolled his eyes and walked back to his seat. “And what do ye have in mind? A Ferrari seems excessive for just one night o’ misery.”

Claire laughed. “No, but I like that your mind went there. Maybe I can get one out of you another time,” she teased. “Dinner would suffice.”

“Well how about we do dinner another night,” Jamie suggested. “I think tonight calls for old habits. Going to one of our homes, drinking beer and discussing the total idiots our friends are.”

With a nod and a smile, Claire showed her approval. “I like it. Let’s do it.” She rolled the ball of dough in saran wrap and put it in the fridge for the next day. After washing her hands, she turned to Jamie with a signal that they were free to go.

Claire was locking the front door of the bakery when Jamie took a call. “Hey, John. What’s up?” Claire couldn’t hear what John was saying but Jamie’s face lit up in an instant. He glanced over and Claire and looked torn. “Really? And ye think I should go?”

Claire’s heart sank. Their evening together was beginning to crash and burn.

“I canna, I’m afraid. I made plans wi’ Claire,” Jamie said, watching her. She could tell it wasn’t the answer he wanted to give though. That was where ten years of knowing the other came in handy. He hung up the call and gestured toward the way they walk home.

“What was that?” Claire asked.

“Nothin’,” Jamie brushed off.

“Jamie.” He turned and saw the look she was giving him.

“A bunch of my colleagues went out this evening and John called me to tell me I should be there. Apparently Annalise is there.”

Claire steeled her heart for what she was about to say. “Just go.” She wanted nothing more than to spend an evening just hanging out with Jamie. But if he wanted to be elsewhere, it wouldn’t be the same. “Go on. I’m fine.”

Jamie stared at her, clearly trying to decide if he should take her offer or not. “I dinna have to go, Sassenach.”

“But you want to. So go.”

Jamie breathed out a sigh. “I dinna want to leave ye alone.” He paused for a moment before his face lit up. “What if ye came wi’ me? Ye love spending time wi’ John. And ye could meet Annalise!”

Claire could think of nothing she’d like less than that scenario. Maybe even going back to the pub and hanging out with Geillis would be better. She shook her head. “That’s alright. I’ll just go home. You have a good time though.”

“Claire, I really dinna have to go.”

“I’m not your wife. Just go. I can take care of myself,” she insisted, even if it hurt. “I’ll see you later.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised. “I’ll buy ye breakfast.”

“And dinner,” Claire negotiated.

Jamie laughed, a grin on his face. “Aye, dinner too then.” He walked over and wrapped her in a hug, placing a kiss on her head. “Thanks for understanding, Sassenach. I’ll see ye tomorrow.”

Claire just nodded, emotion catching the words in her throat. She watched as he darted up the sidewalk, off towards his better plans. As she walked home, she realized how pathetic her personal life was. She was in love with her best friend. And he had no idea. No idea at all.

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