#he's not having to live up to literal cartoons so he can kind of be his own brand of malicious and that was absolutely the right move)

[amplexadversary]

stop being so goddamn cute /s

[sp0o0kylights]

Sometimes I think of a Steve Harrington that is absolutely exhausted by all the horror and bullshit and trying to keep the kids alive through said horror and bullshit, who watches Eddie rock up to him at the beginning of S4 with a dead eyed, flat stare.

"Steeeeve Harrington." Eddie taunts and peacocks and twirls around him, and all Steve wanted was for a couple months to process the trauma, maybe feel safe enough to start thinking about the future instead of stuck in a never ending anxiety loop of what might happen to Dumbass Near-Deatherson, should Steve go to college or move out of Hawkins (bc all the bad nicknames in the world won't erase the fact that Dustin's family, now. They're all family. And when they need help, they go to Steve.) and now he's suffering the unjust ordeal of being haunted by the high school drug dealer.

"His highness has come down from his castle!" Munson will crow, making a show out of Steve picking up the kids like this is a great battle of wits, a scoreboard between them and not like Steve is half dead on his feet, head aching, dreams full of too many teeth. "Quickly hide behind me, he'll try to cut off your heads!"

"Wouldn't he just cut yours off too?" Lucas asked, though the tone was slightly timid, Sinclair unsure if his joke would be well recieved.

(Steve doesn't care if the kid outright insults him. He still recalls the junkyard, the fight with Billy, the blood staining the kid's headband. Lucas lived, therefore, he can be a shit if wants.)

"Mine? Oh, the King wouldn't dare." Munson tosses his head, full of cartoon energy, too big for his body and grin both. "Many have tried you see, but no one had ever succeeded!"

Steve, equally, does not give a single shit that Eddie Munson has decided to play these games with him--until he realizes he's maybe been a little too exhausted and depressed and morose around the kids.

Watches them getting worried over him, whispering urgently and making dramatic gestures and talking to Robin and suddenly, playing a little tug of war over them the way Munson seems to want feels like a good idea. A way to hide all the rough edges, a way to be fine so they can be fine.

"How about you guys skip the dork brigade tonight," Steve taunts back the next time they're all together, standing like the man he used to be, wearing a dead personality. "And we go do something actually fun instead?"

Eddie laughs, lights up, is all too happy to match him tit for tat, and it's so easy to fake this kind of interaction, rolling his eyes and snapping his gum. Steve could match this energy in his sleep, and never once does Munson catch on that Steve's not doing this for him.

That he's not even looking at him half the time, eyes askew, locked on the kids. Seeing them relax as he banters, seeing Dustin glow as he returns to his favorite position, being the center of attention.

So long as they think he's okay, Steve will be okay. If that means putting up with Munson, then so be it.

Its not like he'll catch on.

Eddie doesnt.

(Or rather, he does--but Its months and several deaths later, when they're in the RV, chasing what feels like literal demons, does it dawn on Eddie what Steve is doing.

Has been doing, the whole time.

Steve, sassy, ridiculous, jock- brained Steve makes the mistake of doing it again, using the same trick he had on the kids to convince them he was fine on Eddie. To further convince Eddie that they were fine as a group.

That they'll survive, they'll figure it out, they'll make it.

Loudly bantering with dead eyes, smiling with a mouth robotically locked in. Jokes on jokes on jokes and all of them making the kids take their minds off VecnaHenryOne to screech ineffectively at their babysitter. Winks tossed to the girls, who both roll their eyed at him. A sly look given to Eddie, to include him.

Its then, that Eddie decides to cement his life with Steve's. Because this loyal bastard of a paladin is too good hearted to die, too protective to not try it anyway. The idiot is cutting himself to ribbons to tie them all together and Eddie can't undo the damage but he can grab all the pieces he can, loop them together.

He can make those dead eyes light up again.

And he does.

This time when things are over Steve finds himself unable to pull those little tricks of his. Every time he slides the mask over his face Eddie rips it right back off again.

They fight, a lot, until they start kissing instead and for a while that also, somehow, feels like fighting but Eddie's real good at this. The emotional part, not so much the kissing, but he knows how to draw Steve out. How to break down walls, and annoying his real personality out.

The kissing was just an odd little side benefit.

A thing they don't talk about.

There's a benefit to it, one he doesn't look very hard into, until strangely, one day, Eddie wakes with Steve's head pillowed on his shoulder and comes to the abrupt conclusion that he's screwed.

Or so he thinks--until bright, loving eyes blink awake, and turn on him, and Eddie realizes just how long it's been since they looked dead.

He wonders, vaguely, how long it'll take for Steve to catch on, that this just got serious.

Will laugh at himself when he learns that Steve already knew.

Guess that's what he gets for finally paying attention.)

[kxsagi]

hii, how are you? 💘 can i ask for blue lock boys (nagi, reo, bachira and especially rin) with a girlfriend who has a baby sister/brother?

“𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i'm good and i hope you're doing well, too, anon!

alternated between a sister and brother for the characters depending on which one i think they would get along with best! 

ft. nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi

nagi seishiro

literally looks at the baby like “he’s so small… and squishy.” he’s fascinated and slightly scared. like holding a jellybean that might scream. 

lazy cuddles on the couch suddenly include a baby boy pressed between the two of you. nagi won’t hold him unless you pass your brother to him, and even then he panics a little. “babe, it’s like holding a marshmallow, what if i squish him?” 

eventually gets used to it and starts using the baby as a personal pillow. lies back, places him on his chest, closes his eyes. the baby is asleep in two seconds. you’re both like “damn that worked.” 

baby starts mimicking his laziness. naps when he naps. drools when he drools. it’s chaos. 

lowkey obsessed with watching baby sensory videos together. “this is kinda relaxing…” he mutters while a cartoon jellyfish dances across the screen. 

mikage reo

immediately drops to baby-talk levels upon meeting your baby sister. he doesn’t even try to act cool. he’s all, “who’s this little cutie? huh? you wanna play with onii-chan reo?” 

brings gifts every single time he visits. rattles, plushies, picture books, sometimes even unnecessarily expensive baby designer stuff. you have to stop him from buying a baby rolex. “it’s an investment!” he argues. 

holds the baby like a pro. surprisingly gentle, surprisingly confident. he’s used to being around kids in his family. even knows how to change diapers (does he enjoy it? no. will he do it? yes. with only a little dramatic gagging). 

makes up lullabies on the spot. they’re all ridiculous, but your sister loves them. he sings in a goofy voice and you can’t stop laughing while watching him bounce around your living room. 

whispers to you, “we’d have the cutest kids ever, y’know that?” with a wink while the baby drools on his shirt. 

bachira meguru

thinks your baby sibling is the most fascinating creature on earth. literally crouches in front of her like, “so you’re the tiny human huh? you got any games in that brain?” 

makes the weirdest faces just to make her laugh. he’s committed. full body puppetry. he once meowed like a cat for ten minutes straight because the baby clapped every time. 

gives her nicknames like “mini-you” or “squish bean” or “giggle monster.” everyone in your house starts using them. 

builds pillow forts with the baby (and you). somehow turns your whole living room into a playground. there’s a blanket hammock. the baby sits in a laundry basket and calls it a spaceship. 

falls asleep with her on the floor, both of them snoring. you take pictures every time. 

itoshi rin

rin freezes the first time he sees you with your baby brother tucked on your hip. you're just so natural with him – gently rocking, humming softly, wiping his chin without even thinking. he never thought about kids much before, but now he’s kind of malfunctioning. 

doesn’t know what to do when the baby stares at him. he stares back, unblinking. it becomes a staring contest until the baby laughs. rin pretends he doesn’t melt but internally he’s like “what the hell… he likes me?” 

awkwardly holds the baby for the first time like it’s a bomb. you have to guide his arms, help him support the head. he gets so stiff, but once the baby curls his tiny fingers around one of his, his whole face softens like you’ve never seen before. 

starts taking little candid photos of you and the baby when you’re not looking. the photos are surprisingly well-framed. he even makes one his lock screen. 

sometimes the baby grabs his hair and tugs. he grits his teeth and lets it happen. he doesn’t even get mad. “it’s fine,” he mutters, while your sibling happily pulls on his bangs like reins. 

secretly proud when your family trusts him to babysit with you. acts like it’s an annoying favor, but literally prepares an itinerary. “we’re sticking to the nap schedule. no exceptions.” 

has never smiled so genuinely until your baby sibling falls asleep on his chest and you whisper, “you look so soft right now.” he rolls his eyes but doesn’t move an inch. 

itoshi sae

acts like he doesn’t care. “it’s a baby. cool.” but he keeps sneaking glances when you’re feeding your little sister or rocking her to sleep. 

doesn't know what to do when she crawls up to him. he just stares like “what do you want. you can’t even talk.” but then the baby laughs and touches his leg and his cold, dead heart is like 🫠 

you catch him carrying the baby with one arm, scrolling on his phone with the other like it’s nothing. when you tease him, he goes “she wouldn’t stop crying. i handled it. i’m amazing, i know.” 

occasionally watches you with the baby and gets this thoughtful look. he doesn’t say much, but later, you catch him googling things like “how to swaddle a baby” and “why do babies cry at 3 AM.” 

isagi yoichi

so excited to meet your baby sibling. wants to make a good impression. gets nervous like it’s an actual interview. shows up in a clean hoodie like “hi!!! i’m yoichi!! i brought snacks! well, not for the baby. i don’t know what he eats!!” 

ends up being super natural with your baby brother. plays peekaboo like a champ. lets him tug on his ear and giggles the whole time. 

baby loves him instantly. follows him around. cries when he leaves. isagi: on the verge of tears “he’s so pure, oh my gosh.” 

teaches him how to kick a soft ball. if your brother so much as touches it, he gasps like he scored a world cup goal. “DID YOU SEE THAT?! prodigy!!” 

talks to you late at night like, “i don’t know if i’m ready for kids now, but… someday? if it’s with you? yeah. i think i’d really love that.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

One chance, will you succeed? II

Synopsis: being forced to live with your supposedly 'father' you have finally succumb to your fate. But what if you have one more chance to get out? But you'd have to sacrifice your pride for your future. Can you do that?

In school you had learned that a muskrat would chew off its own leg to get out of a trap.

You had mixed feelings about that at the time.

It was brave what the muskrat what doing, but it was also kind of stupid. Atleast that's what you thought.

But now looking at what position your in ,you begin feeling exactly how the muskrat must've felt when trap clamped down on it's leg.

Muskrat aren't that smart and they don't have hands. They wouldn't know how to take off the trap even if someone showed them.

Now, you feel exactly how the poor animal felt.

Helpless.

You wouldn't describe yourself as a helpless princess waiting to be saved. But you sure wouldn't deny anyone willing to help.

But alas you have no one to help you. So you have to do the dirty work instead and in doing so maybe lose a bit of pride and dignity.

But who's to blame you when this is the only option you have? Well, there's no one here to blame you or know what you're planning on doing...

Well except the desperate boy beneath you...

But not even he knows your true intentions and that's clear by the way he keeps his hands tightly around your hips.

As if he's scared you'd vanish if given the chance. (You would.)

His breaths comes out in whines and he can't help how his hips push up into yours. You can barely even tell what he's saying at this point something like "Please, I'll be good." But you don't really care either.

You should push him away since everything has gone to plan. Your tracks are covered there's nothing else to worry about...but what would be the fun in that?

"Your pathetic." You mutter but he hears it. And he doesn't even deny or try and defend himself. Because what's the point? Right now that's exactly what he is... Pathetic.

He squims beneath you trying to get any friction possible.

Being tired of his needy please you kiss him in hopes of shutting him up.

The kiss is rushed and you honestly just want it to be over but he holds your face firm against his keeping your lips locked together.

He kisses you roughly not daring to let go. His hold on the back of your head is firm and you wonder if he's actually trying to kill you by how your losing air.

Eventually he does let go and you both gasp for air and you see it in his eyes. His sick deluded eyes.....

He's inlove with you.

Now thats some deep shit. You had thought that his obsession was nothing deeper then him just wanting to know you.

But as you look into his baby blue eyes you can see it clear as day.

Your sure that if he was a cartoon there'd be literal hearts in his eyes.

He doesn't give you much thought on that though ,as he slightly pushes you off just slightly though. And you think that he's trying to get you off his lap but he's not.

You quickly try and get off but he stops you and keeps a firm hand on your hip as the other goes to unbuckle his pants.

You look at him confused did he really want it to go this far? Oh, who are you kidding of course he did! He's as pathetic as lovesick puppy.

He positions you right back onto his now very hard buldge and now the only thing that's separating you two is his boxers and your clothes.

"Don't stop....please?"

And when the hell did his voice get so cute when he's whining? You can see the tears of frustration and pure need on the edge of his eyes almost daring you to make them fall.

But then the gods above must've seen your position or maybe you just got lucky either way you aren't complaining.

'Ding!' Your phone goes off and Tim's to lost in the moment to even hear it. But you do and your quick to grab it.

And you ignore Tim's childish pout as you check the message.

'Sister, I require your assistance on this particular painting. Meet me in the art room ,immediately.' The texts reads and for once your actually glad that Damian texted you.

"Sorry I gotta go. Damian needs me." You mutter pushing his hands off your hips and standing up.

"You can't just leave like this....please?" Tim begs and he follows your action and stands up.

"I'm sure the brat doesn't need you that bad." He continues trying to reach for you but your quick to pull away.

"And if I don't go he'll come looking for me...and how would we explain what we were doing? Huh genius?" You say mockingly. You wanted what you were saying to hurt.

You wanted him to feel how you felt everyday inside the manor ,hurt.

"Of course the Demon brats a cockblocker too." Tim whispers under his breath but you don't hear him. No, your already out the door before he can try and persuade you to stay.

Walking down the hall and up some more stairs you found yourself at the door of the art room.

Only damian would demand your attention at 2am. But you can't act to suspicious or look like a mess.

So you make sure your hairs decent and your clothes are smoothed and take a deep breath before walking in.

Walking in Damian already standing infront of a canvas covering whatever is painted on it..

"What took you so long?" Damian asks his eyes never leaving the canvas.

"I was asleep, like you should be." You say adding a fake yawn to sell the act.

Damian scoffs rolling his eyes ,decideding to ignore the obviously fake yawn.

"Well art doesn't sleep, sister."

"Well your not art." You retort , voice still holding that same venom you've had ever since you met him. Or more like they forced you to meet him.

"You speak so little of me ,sister...as if you do not care." He says the pout on his face now very clear as he turns around to face you.

"I don't." You mutter under your breath as you scoff but you don't let him hear your words. No, you'd be a fool to do that. Last time you did that the outcome was not in your favor. So you say it quietly...

"What are you painting?" You ask as you move infront of him to look at the painted canvas.

Your movements are so fluid as if he's not there and that causes the small boy to pout even more.

"Don't you ever get tired of painting me?" You say as you look at the canvas that was almost mirror-like.

It looked just like you, you couldn't help as your hands traced the outline of your painted face on the canvas.

It was almost cute how Damian looked up to you. Almost. It started off simple a sketch now and then ;then it turned into full on murals.

It was nice knowing he looked up to you. But you draw the line at the obsessive amount of painting dedicated to your face solely.

"Don't you ever get tired of hating me?" He says his eyes looking at you with adoration but you can tell he's memorizing every inch of your face. Probably for another painting.

"Fair enough." You whisper more to yourself then to him.

"Do you like it?" He asks ,his voice quiet waiting for your approval. Needing your approval.

"Its....realistic." You murmur eyes still on the undeniably beautiful painting. But you'd never tell him how much you truly admired his work.

He hums heart squeezing in his chest at how you barely react. It should get easier each time you critique his art or each time you verbally state you have no interest in being his sister.

But it doesn't.

It hurts just the same each time. Even worse on some days.

The young ex assasin boy will always yearn for your approval no matter how much you deny him.

"That's the point." Damian mumbles but his words have no true bite to them like they would if someone else would've committed on his painting. No, his words are soft and hurt.

His eyes now at the floor unable to look you in the eyes. As of he's disappointed ,not you ,but at himself.

And for a moment the room is calm as you stare deeply into the painting that replicates you completely.

Tearing your eyes away you turn to Damian. Sadly he doesn't look at you back. Instead he stands like a kicked puppy begging for acceptance. Atleast that's what he looks like. And kinda is.

Looking at him now he doesn't look like robin. Or an ex assasins...just a kid. But you have to remind yourself what he's done to you. What they've done to you.

So you don't show any empathy as he continues looking pitiful. Though his eyes continue looking at the ground you notice something.

Something different.

You tilt your head and your hands make their way to his chin lifting it so his eyes meet yours. And he gladly let's you since he's so eager for your affection.

His eyes look at you softly waiting for anything ,but your to worried about something else.

"Your eyes...their blue." You say your voice just a whisper as if verifying it to yourself.

Damian tilts his head like a confused puppy.

"They have always been blue ,sister" Damian says his voice soft but also mocking.

"No, they were green..." You say your eyes never leaving his now blue ones. What was going on?

His eyes have always been green you were so sure of it. Though yes you despised him you couldn't deny his eyes were beautiful.

Green like the forest you thought. Never blue. One of the traits he got from his mother... atleast that's what you thought.

"Are you feeling well ,sister?"

"Stop lying. Your eyes have always been green." You say your grip on his chin tightens almost instantly but not harsh. Never harsh.

Damian looks at you like you just just said something ridiculous and that makes you confused. He really isn't lying is he?

Letting go of his chin you step back.

"Are you sure your alright, sister? I'll go get Alfred..." Damian says worry etched on his face as he looks at you. You look fine just....confused.

"No, don't get Alfred. I'm fine...just need some sleep." You say hoping he'll buy the lie. Even though part of what you said is true.

Because how the hell did his eyes change colors over night? Yeah you definitely needed sleep.

"I'll assist you to your room ,sister." Damian say his feet already making their way towards you.

"There's no need damian. I know where my room is." You say sarcastically already making your exit out of the art room before Damian could protest.

You rub your temples on your way to your room ,clearly stressed. Were you really losing your shit?

"You okay sweetheart?" Bruce voice rings throughout the quiet hall till it reaches your ears. Of course you weren't alright your losing your damn mind! But like he'll your telling him that.

"I'm fine ,dad."

Dad? Dad. God's you hated calling him that but you knew what would happen if you didn't. And sitting through an entire movie with your overbearing father was not on your wishlist.

"Just tired." You mumble as you continue walking. Trying to escape having a full conversation with the man you couldn't stand.

"Get some rest!" Bruce all but shouts as you continue walking to your room.

You sigh as you finally lay down in your room. Peace. This was peace. But what do the always say? Oh, yeah.

Calm comes before the Storm.

You yawn your eyes finally drifting shut as you roll to lay on your side only to fill something crumb beneath you. Groaning you lazily try and pull whatever is underneath you out.

But it doesn't budge so you tiredly sit up. And pull the piece of now crumbled paper from under you.

"Shit I thought I put up my homework?" You mumble tiredly but the rooms to dark to see what's on the paper.

But wait this doesn't feel like just a piece of paper. Something inside you is deeply telling you but you toss it aside decideding to wait till tomorrow. Because right now you need sleep.

The next day you wake up to thunder a big storm. Yawning and wiping your eyes you hardly even glance at the raging storm outside but what does catch your eye si the piece of paper from lats night. Actually it's a note.

Your gut gets that feeling like you're about to puke. But you brush it off. It's just a dumb note right? Probably from dick telling you about his day or jason telling you he'll see you today. Or maybe even Tim annoyed about the state you left him in last night.

Either way it's just a note right?

Wrong. The words in the note twist your stomach like you've been pushed down a forty feet tower.

And in this moment you feel just like the muskrat who chews off his own leg to escape the trap.

But you also understand one thing from the muskrat now ,that you didn't before.

Maybe the muskrat wasn't stupid or brave.

Maybe the muskrat knew he'd die if he chewed of ihis leg.

But maybe dying was better then living his whole life with his foot trapped in a cage....

Oh! and what did the note say? Simple words really.

'It worked. NOW RUN.'

Who knows this might be your way out. But you could be just as stupid or brave as the muskrat.

The question is are you?

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[itsblubun]

Talking about Nathaniel and the homophobia allegory / artist themes in The Ruler because I am not sane (very unorganized thoughts ahead)

First of, oh my god the homophobia allegory. I have so many sporadic thoughts that I'll try my best to explain.

Homophobia is such a taboo topic, especially in children's cartoons, that it's incredibly refreshing to see miraculous of all shows tackle it with such forwardness. There's really not all that much sugarcoating, it's the story of a queer kid growing up in a homophobic household, having heteronormativity indoctrinated onto him, having to deal with close-minded family who refuse to support you, because they fully believe you're on the wrong path, making decisions that will "ruin your life", claiming your passions as "just a phase", and being threatened to live in isolation from your peers, the people you are most close with in the world due to being "a bad influence" on you.

They push their ideologies so hard on Nath that he actually goes through with what they say. He destroys his art, literally shreds the story he's worked so hard on because of his mother. She says so many times how she's going to "set him straight", saying that he needs to be "converted" to be successful or for the world to accept you. That his art is meaningless and immature and he needs to make "real art".

His father also adds onto it by saying the comic book knights should fall in love with the literal villain because "that's what people want to see". Like the relationship between the knights wasn't sentimental, like it was meaningless, like it wasn't love.

Marc's parents also show up for the first time, and they're the complete opposite. They're incredibly supportive, accepting, kind, and they absolutely love the script for their comic, saying that it clearly came from the heart. They let Marc express himself, they let Marc love who he wants to love. It's honestly a bit jarring to compare Marc's parents to Nathaniel's. (Nath always looks so sad with them oh my heart 😭)

But despite everything I just said, the ending is a really beautiful conclusion.

The comic knights get to be together, and Nathaniel finally gets the acceptance of his family. His mom finally accepts him for who he is, and supports the art he makes. Because it's so clear now, that it's from the heart. And that's the most beautiful thing art can be.

A lot of artists have dealt with invalidation, wether from uneducated people or other artists, for "not being professional" or "not what's expected to make in in the industry". Because these artists choose to make the art they want to, choose to express themselves and be bold.

Nathaniel's mom being an architect really sells the themes of art in the episode. She's strict, unbending, and she clearly has very closed minded views on what art should or shouldn't be made. In her standards, if it's not in a museum, it's not art. But that's just simply not true.

Art is a beautiful thing, in whatever form it is. It's pure, it's passionate, it's what makes us human.

While its incredibly refreshing to see such a bold queer allegory in a kids show, it's also beautiful to see the story of an artist like Nathaniel be put front and center and tackle the many sides and points of view that someone can have on your art.

Because, while his mom sees it as immature, his friends and boyfriend absolutely LOVE it. They adore the story they're telling and literally flock in a circle to be able to see it.

And then the fact that the episode ends with Marc and Nathaniel revealing their identities to each other, the same way the comic knights revealed theirs... Ties the allegory with a beautiful bow and ships it over straight to my heart.

I love this episode so much, and I seriously can't wait to see more. Miraculous team, you cooked.

[rockpaperimpala]

So about Netflix's the Last Airbender....

I am literally so confused you guys. You made me think I would HATE this show. And I LOVED it. Me. Known perfectionist and hater.

Katara was lovely. Yes, she started as a more soft spoken character than her cartoon version, but she was still passionate and hopeful throughout, just visibly unsure of herself. I think people were thrown off by this actress' natural way of expressing herself, which is Different from animated katara for sure, but not bad. Then she spends the whole season growing in Confidence and Fire. I Adored her fight with Paku, it really did feel like a payout of the whole season's development, and the bending kicked ass!

The Bending Kicked ass!!! The martial arts was fun and fast and creative and exciting! It looked SO good. That alone would be enough reason for me to watch and enjoy any show.

Zuko's actor was fantastic. He really captured the rage and confusion of this 16 year old banished prince. And there were so many Added moments between him and Iroh wich to me enriched their relationship. Like YES! This is why I'm watching, to see more of them, to see things done a little differently.

Iroh facing the consequences of his actions at Ba Sing Se!! That's what I'm here for!

Zuko's relationship with the men on his ship! That's what I'm here for!

The Extra layers we get to Ozai manipulating his children!

Also no one is talking about Admiral Zhao, who I had SO much fun with. I feel like they slightly fleshed out his character in a really dramatic way, really developing the hubris and frankly insane grasping ambition of someone who would kill the moon. I completely enjoyed this wilder, less controlled version of him, who comes up through the season from basically nothing and no one!

I am OBSESSED with King BUMI and his anger and disillusionment with the world! Like this was SO real. Living a hundred years of futile war would do that!!!! It is one of my favorite changes to the whole series. This new layer of emotion and character depth is what I'm here for!

Sokka was SO funny. He literally had me laughing out loud so often. That actor GETs Sokka, and GETS the way his humor is delivered. And is also able to tap into the more vulnerable side of him. People said he was "obsessed" with leadership. WHAT? That is a young person trying desperately to do his best and to try and find his place in the world, to figure what he has to offer. I loved his pride at hearing the Mechanist say that he would make a good engineer, and the sweetness of the moment that Yue's father says that he can be a hero without being a warrior. Sokka does so much growth in this series, in understanding himself and life.

And his chemistry with Suki was adorable!! I even like him and Yue (who was a totally unexpected sweetheart, despite her terrible wig)!! Like he has that same ability that Sokka has in the original to Connect with people.

Aang was great! He WAS fun loving and sweet and funny. I don't know what you guys wanted. Cartoons are always bigger and more exaggerated than live action. People's eyes swell up an, birds fly around their heads, and there are funny sound effects. That larger than life quality is the strength of animation! You have to look for different strength in live action. Like the SUBTLETIES of the acting choices. This little actor brought so much kindness, innocence, and strength to Aang.

And I FELT his frustration at being asked to do this at 12, his fresh hope anytime it looked like someone more experienced would be able to help him and no one did, and that's why he didn't learn waterbending this season, because he kept waiting for an freaking ADULT to show him the way, to help him carry this immense burden, but every adult he meets asks him for help instead, asks him to carry it himself, and then the finale hits and he realizes that there won't be any adults helping, he does have figure this out himself, and he makes the hard choice, takes on responsibility more than his years and offers himself to the ocean spirit, and he might have been lost entirely if not for Katara!

And that counter running theme to the show pays off: that he doesn't have to do it alone. He may not have more experienced guidance, because the adults have let him down again and again, but his friends will be with him, and they will figure it out together!

This is there throughout the series! Katara tells him this about learning waterbending, when he says he still wants to wait. Bumi tells him this in the palace at Omashu, and Aang sees the faith he has in his friends repaid!

I like these changes! And the show still found time for silly fun adventures and character building moments.

The show was never going to be the animated original. That is already a Masterpiece, and it frankly did NOT need to be adapted at all. I did not WANT a live action adaptation. I was adamantly convinced I would hate it. But the changes that they netflix show gave are what I Iike most about it. If I want to see Zuko say "you rise with the moon, I rise with the sun," I will go watch the animated original, because that version is perfect. And now, if i want to see Zuko say "Lu ten would have been proud to have you as a father," and see iroh pull him into a tight hug, I can watch this live action version, which is very good too. I'm going to disagree with most of the people on here and say that the Netflix's Avatar: The Last Airbender, DOES capture the heart of what we liked about the original show. It's spirit, fun, excitement, and characters. And the changes made are the reason we should be watching.

[fangsandfeels]

"Everyone gets along because there is a threat", yadda, yadda, yadda.

Bullshit. This is not how real scenarios work and it has never been.

russia is a global threat right now, but the world can't decide between sucking its dick and politely asking it to stop because the mere thought of confronting russia makes it shit its pants. The very few countries who scream into the void, warning about russia and telling people to wake the fuck up are ignored and viewed as crazy doomsayers.

This is how real crisis looks like. Nobody works together against a threat because people are spineless cowards who would rather throw their neighbors under the bus than fight. Nobody learned anything from history lessons, books or survivors.

The only difference in a fantasy game is that NPCs end up having more spine and moral principles than real people.

But in Veilguard, everyone gets along because they have NO reasons not to.

Davrin has no real reasons to beef (if you can call it that) with Lucanis because he is a Grey Warden. He knows where Grey Wardens take their conscripts from. He knows that Grey Wardens regularly recruit mages who are a lot more likely to get possessed if they're not careful. Working with an assassin who knows friend from foe isn't the worst thing ever. One subtle warning about taking action if demon takes over is enough.

Taash has no reasons to antagonize Emmrich aside from horrible writing.

Neve gets along with Bellara because writers gave Bellara a happy childhood with her family and turned Dalish artifacts into Apple store gadgets, while refusing giving Neve any nuance as the citizen of Tevinter.

Emmrich gets along with everyone because he is generally a kind and well-mannered person who doesn't like to stir the pot.

Any companion who could have had a sharp edge, got that edge ripped off and a cartoon band-aid slapped on.

Never doesn't deal with people who don't know about Shadow Dragons (and they probably shouldn't know much because when you work against a powerful government who wants to destroy you, you shouldn't show off), so she constantly has to deal with the fact that people assume she is a noble or a slave-owner because she is from Tevinter; that they don't know that she had to literally fight against being enslaved herself because in Tevinter mages who refuse to use their power to dominate others are turned into slaves as well.

Bellara isn't conflicted about working with humans, especially Tevinter humans at all. She seems to never have dealt with oppression her whole life and she is super quick to write off Cyrian as evil even though there are clear SIGNS that he was tricked and controlled by the Forgotten One. But no, she never thinks "He is still there, I can save him, I won't lose him again", she goes straight to "Oh nooo my brother is dead to me".

Emmrich doesn't get burdened by people reacting to him and his sincere intention to help with fear, because of all the sinister rumors revolving around necromancers and Nevarra. He isn't hurt by people assuming that he loves death and things dying. If even he openly admitted that he is deeply terrified of death, they wouldn't have believed him.

Harding isn't burdened by the revelation she learned and what to do with it. Should she storm her way to the Orzammar? Should she talk to fellow surface dwarves and reconnect them with their history? Should she never breach the subject because the truth hurts and it's too much pain, too much anger to live with - and maybe she shouldn't let other dwarves go through it?

We don't even have a party divided on what to do with Solas (kill or talk it out)? Even though it's logical to have companions who are convinced that Solas has to die and those who think that he is misguided and can be convinced to stop.

Also, there are NO companions whose background, viewpoints and attitude would rile other companions up. We have no controversial characters whose interactions with the crew Rook would have been forced to intervene in unless they want their team to start throwing hands with each other.

We could have had Imshael - to give EVERYONE a reason to worry, and argue, and have conflicts. We could have had an ex-Venatori Calpernia bashing heads with Neve, Bellara, and Emrich. We could have had a Qunari spy who'd make Lucanis' dagger-arm itch.

If writers didn't forget about the Architect, we could have had an intelligent Darkspawn companion Davrin could be losing his shit around.

Or heck, we could have had a former red templar who got partially (magically?) reversed from their mad state and is now not a mindless beast, but still is on a borrowed time, probably needed due to their strength, but barely tolerated by anyone.

Who is fanatical, mostly because they have to believe they made a noble sacrifice, that it all was for the greater good -- because the truth scares them to their core. Who gives Lucanis shit for being an assassin and abomination, who bashes necromancy, and mages, and talks about purity, while downplaying their own actions as "Yes, these are my sins, but they are for the better world, and I would be proud to die for that world unlike you heathens who would rather ruin it than repent for your flaws". The kind of companion you'd initially want to do nothing with, but who can reveal an entire gallery of fucked up contradictions and trauma if you decide to keep them around.

However, writing such companions takes skill, courage, and requires absence of greedy corpo "we don't want to scare away new players with all that moral nuance" thinking.

[librarygarten]

Holiday Special: Links x Reader - New Year's Kiss HC

Where I live, it's a tradition to kiss your partner on New Year's Eve. Let's celebrate with some Links (+Ravio)! Warning: pure, tooth-rotting fluff below the cut. Consult a dentist before proceeding

Sky

An absolute blushing mess leading up to it, but he manages to hype himself up. He’s the Hero of the Skies. He fought a demon and won. He can handle a kiss… right?

Gives you a firm kiss with his lips pressed together, kind of like a cartoon character

He’s a bit off-center and pulls away right after

Give you a nervous smile and a cute little half laugh

In his head, he’s kicking himself for doing that. In his opinion, that was probably the worst kiss he could have given you to start off the new year.

Until you pull him back in for a proper kiss

Boy just melts and lets you do your thing

Four

He literally cannot reach unless you bend down, but asking you to do that seems wrong to him

He tries to sneakily get you to sit down next to him so height isnt an issue

His kisses are surprisingly soft, especially compared to his calloused hands that cup your cheeks

He’s really hesitant to pull away

If he splits, though, my Hylia have mercy on you

All four of them try to kiss you at the same time.

Key word: try.

They end up headbutting each other and you. Ice packs are gotten. Apologies are said.

Time

He is lowkey not having a great time trying to stay up

He’s old. He’s tired. His knees hurt. Let him go to bed :(

At this point, the only thing keeping him from face planting into the mattress is the fact that he gets to kiss you at midnight.

The moment the clock strikes 12, he pulls you in by your hips and kisses you

It’s the kind of kiss people who have been married for years share. Neither of you pull away for a very long time.

He always tries to get closer to you when ya’ll kiss, and tonight is no exception. Ya’ll are literally hugging but he tries to hold you tighter and kiss you deeper.

Legend

It’s not a custom in his Hyrule, but hearing you talk about it makes him scoff

Why does he need to wait until midnight to kiss you? How is that different from any other time? He could kiss you right now!

Is huffing in annoyance watching the clock count down to the new year.

Then you bend down and capture his lips in your own as it hits midnight

“There! Now the first thing we did this year is kiss!” You smile happily at him

Legend.exe has stopped working

He's red as a tomato for the rest of the night. Maybe the tradition isn’t so stupid after all.

Hyrule

His Hyrule also doesn’t have New Years, but he’s very interested to learn about this custom

It sounds so romantic! He can’t think of a better way to kick off the new year

He’d be a blushing mess even before the countdown gets close

You want the very first thing you do next year… to kiss him

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, boy is smitten

When you kiss him, you swear his pupils turn into hearts

Will pull you back in for another one

Twilight

He pulls you in by your hips, places a hand on the small of your back, and kisses you for as long as you’ll allow.

He actually started a bit early. That way, the last and first thing he did that year was kiss you

When you finally pull away, his gaze is so soft

He holds you for a bit longer after that, just glad you’re here, with him.

If you’re with the chain, someone will yell at you two to get a room

Alternatively: Turns into Wolfie at the last second and licks half of your face

Super tender or absolute menace. There is no in-between.

Warriors

He’s a little shit about it

He’ll kiss you every hour, on the hour, because “It’s the New Year in a different timezone”

Even after it hits midnight, he’ll keep on going for as long as you two stay up

And he doesn’t even have the decency to give you proper kisses. Just quick pecks on the corner of your mouth.

He knows it flusters you, which only adds more fuel to the fire.

If you want to shut him up, just grab him by his scarf and pull him in for a bit harsher kiss. Leave him gasping for breath, then walk away.

He will go BEET RED and stop his antics… for a while

Wild

Forgot it was a custom. Like, full on forgot he was supposed to kiss you when midnight hit.

Someone else reminds him of it after the fact and he instantly feels like the worst partner in the history of the entire world.

Sprints to where you’re standing and just tackles you into a kiss

You, who was a bit bummed out and not expecting this, fall to the ground with him on top of you

He apologises profusely, first for knocking you over, then for forgetting to kiss you

Ofc you forgive him

He keeps kissing you the rest of the night and even the next day to make up for it

Wind (Aged Up)

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder, drink in hand, watching the clock count down

Gets super into the 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 chant

As soon as he’s done screaming “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” at the top of his lungs, he plants a fat, wet kiss on your cheek

You push him away and wipe the honestly disgusting amount of saliva off your face while laughing

He laughs at your reaction, but it’s short-lived, as you also give him a big smooch on the cheek

Now it’s his turn to wipe off his face

Tetra filmed the whole thing

Bonus!

Ravio

Lorule hasn’t had holidays in a while, and even if they did, they don’t have this particular New Years tradition

So he is caught completely off guard when you pull him in for a kiss at midnight

A stuttering, blushing mess

Once you explain what the custom is, he blushes even harder

Pulls his hood down over his face to hide from the world. The notion that he is loved this much is still so foreign to him. What do you mean the first thing you wanted to do this year is kiss him?

You just kiss his hood’s bunny face as well

Please, have mercy on his soul. He’s not strong enough to endure this

Koridai (I have only seen a couple bits of his game)

I’m sorry, Link “how about a kiss for good luck” Koridai

Sooo smug about it. Expects a full make-out session at midnight

When the countdown begins, he closes his eyes and puckers his lips, stretching his neck out in your direction

His hands are folded near his cheek, and one leg is off the floor, toes pointed

It’s honestly a miracle he doesn’t fall over, especially considering he took the pose pretty early in the countdown

You give him a peck on the lips, then pull away

“Aww, babe, that’s it? :(“

[bunnyinvanilla]

hello!! i hope this is okay and that you’re taking requests because i absolutely adore your writing! your relationship with God and spirituality is also really special to me, i love to see how you connect with Him <3

could i please request a comfort fic, perhaps about sweet reader having subdrop and aftercare fluff? or just any sweet fluff with the dynamic you write. i hope you’re doing well, thank you for the wonderful content!!

I saw this req this morning and it made me smile sooo much, thank you for the kind and sweet words bubble bee, im genuinely head over heels over this message <333 im glad you can see through how special my relationship with God is, he’s literally my comfort person and i love showing how much he means to me and how much i love him, he’s so good and kind and caring ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ ྀིა by the way, i love writing about daddy price in the ddlg setting, id regress all the time with him 🐰

🍼 | ddlg, agere dynamic, sugar daddy dom!john price x sugar baby little!fem reader, pure fluff, laaarge age gap, reader is 21 and john is in his mid 40s, might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but shows what their relationship also consists of.

you only wanted to be held, loved and protected by a strong, old and gruff man :( and sugar daddy!john price was the best caregiver ever to toy.

you were his little girl, so young and innocent, didn’t want to worry about adult life :( could be his princess in peace n let him handle all the responsibilities that came with being an grown up.

those burdens and life expectancies stilled the moment you sat down on john’s lap, recharging your little self, and basking in your daddy’s attention — he could read you with a single glance, the redness of your cheeks, the way your eyelids grew a bit heavier, your fidgety movements and incoherent mumbles, your clinginess, they all spoke volumes about your needs.

he moved his lips to your temple, pressing a few kisses on top of your head, his mustache was pressed against your hair, rubbing it affectionately “what’s wrong, sweetheart? feeling little, mmh?”

you nodded against his chest, curled up like a lap bunny, your legs swinging over his — you had to act like a big girl outside, just to come back home to him and sink deep into sub space. ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა

“dont wanna do anything today, sir,” you closed your eyes took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of his muscular, chiseled chest radiating warmth against your body, his bulging arms holding you close to him.

“have to study, but i just wanna lie down ‘n rest, read my books, watch cartoons n drink hot cocoa..don’t wanna be an adult, it’s tiring, wanna be carefree, live the kind of life God has promised us,” you snuggled your face against his pectorals, and his arm quickly moved to your head, large and warm as it begun to caress your hair, brush it with his bare fingers

“I know, doll face, don’t have to worry about a single thing, sweet girl, just be daddy’s little girl, you have me to take care of you” he pressed another kiss to your temple, and you lifted your head from his chest, pushing your bottom lip out and looking at his lips, letting him lower his head and meet your lips with eager compliance,

you titled your head to give him more access, and his tongue pushed deep into your mouth, pressing against yours, making you pour a soft, delicate whine into his mouth, which he quickly took possession of, devouring it.

he pulled away, your lips only inches apart, his warm, breath caressing your flushed, red cheeks, but you wanted another one, neediness flowing into your body and making you even clingier — you pressed your mouths together again, open mouthed kisses that he accepted with an amused, entertained expression, his sharp, intense eyes never leaving you.

“careful, angel, might give this old man a heart attack with all this affection,” his gruff joke, mumbled roughly, made you giggle against his lips, and you gave him a sweet smile, your eyes as glittery as those sticker sheets you — unexplainably to him — liked to collect.

“can you use your words to tell daddy what you need right now baby, mmh? wanna be my little girl?”

you nodded shyly, your fingers playing with the strap of his watch, “ben n Jerry’s…”

“wanna eat ice cream on daddy’s lap? your favorite flavor?”

“yes daddy, please” you nodded again and gave him your puppy pleading eyes, feeling appreciative for his understanding and deep, gentle love towards you — he was such a fierce, bulky man that only learned how to be gentle with his hands to hold you, his little princess :(

“your wish is my command, my lady, come here,” he stood up, effortlessly carrying you with him and locking your legs around his waist with a single arm, “I’ll get your favorite stuffie, probably wonders where his momma is, mmh?”

(っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς)

“sleepy,” you mumbled against his neck, letting him carry you with minimal no effort — he chuckled deeply, and patted your butt playfully, “yeah babygirl, nap time after ice cream, so daddy can go do some work stuff, deal?”

[marinsawakening]

I think the decision to make Ganondorf a flat evil villain in TOTK was to the story's direct detriment. Flat evil villains can work very well in the right story, but TOTK's story does not benefit from it.

Arguably the central theme of TOTK is the duty of kings (or leaders in general). Rauru and Ganondorf are clearly intended to be direct contrasts, Rauru with a philosophy where kingship means protection and Ganondorf with a philosophy where kingship means domination. Zelda follows in Rauru's footsteps. And that's about where the examination ends. Great game everyone hit the showers.

This 'examination' on the duty of kings is, to put it mildly, extremely shallow. There is no examination on what protection and domination mean, on how both kings arrived to their conclusions, what this materially meant for their subjects, etc. With Rauru, you could at least pick up on story details and cobble together a reasonable backstory for his motives and beliefs; the implied disaster faced by the Zonai people that led Rauru and Mineru to be the last remaining Zonai lends a decent foundation for Rauru's prioritization of protecting his people. While never properly explored, Rauru's beliefs are logical and can reasonably be ascribed to life experience by extrapolating from canon details.

Ganondorf on the other hand... yeah. Not so much.

Ganondorf is evil because he is Ganondorf. He believes that kingship means domination because he is Ganondorf. He wants power because he is Ganondorf. None of his motives make any kind of logical sense. Why does he want to cover the world in darkness? What purpose does this serve for him? What does he stand to gain from ruling over a world cast in night? Before the final boss fight, Ganondorf has a long, important-sounding speech where he waffles between talking about wanting to dominate and wanting to cast the world in night. I listened to it, deeply confused, and mostly wondered 'Is he stupid?' Seriously, why would he want any of this?

This is kind of the problem with cartoonishly evil villains: their motivations make no sense. Nobody sets out to destroy the world, because, y'know, they live on it. What is Ganondorf planning to rule over here, exactly? A world with nothing but his own created monsters? What is he dominating then? Why is reshaping the world so important to him, when he could just conquer it?

And of course: why does Ganondorf think that kingship means domination in the first place? What was different about him and Rauru for them to arrive at such polar opposite conclusions on their duty?

As far as the story is concerned, the fundamental difference is that Ganondorf was born evil. Ganondorf has no reasons for doing what he does, beside his lust for power, because he's evil. Even if Rauru has his reasons for believing what he does, this means nothing if his views are contrasted by a guy who's doing this because he was just born evil. No productive conversation regarding the nature of kingship can come from pitting a character against a strawman, and thus it means nothing when Zelda follows in Rauru's footsteps and makes protection her duty. Zelda isn't born evil, so literally why would she ever have done anything different?

Ganondorf has enough charisma to feel like a good character, but when you actually pay attention to what he's saying it becomes very clear very quickly he has all the depth of a cartoon villain. He might as well be cackling evil and promising to drown the world in pollution or something. His motives are non-existent and his actions nonsensical, and thus his views on kingship add nothing of thematic value to the story.

It is not terribly difficult to ascribe Ganondorf motivations based on TOTK's imperialist overtones, but such a reading clearly goes blatantly against the text. When you need to read against the text in order to add a modicum of thematic depth to the story, that's not great.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Some people in the Arcane fandom can be kinda whack regarding Mylo. Like some of the things I've heard said or implied are so ludicrous

"Mylo tormented his sister from beyond the grave!" Like it was his fucking choice???

"Mylo was excessively cruel to Powder!" I agree that his behavior was unacceptable and surpassed normal sibling conflict but he was like twelve and it's a show with flawed characters. Caitlyn was excessively cruel to all of Zaun as a whole ass adult like ?? Silco was excessively cruel to everyone in his employ including children!! I don't say this to hate those characters (Silco is literally my favorite) I say it to point out that this is a show about complicated flawed people and if you can forgive them you can surely excuse an ACTUAL CHILD

"Mylo was a horrible and unsibling-like brother!" Are y'all just like. Do none of you have siblings. Are y'all just unaware that the Most Common sibling dynamic is "I love you so much deep down and I will die for you but I am going to treat you with So Much cruelty." The stuff I casually hear about siblings doing to each other belongs in a lifetime movie. Like while he goes beyond normal sibling conflict as I said, it doesn't inherently make him a bad brother overall. He's shown pretty supportive, gentle and kind to Vi when she's crying with his one iconic line "He's our father, too." Claggor also smacks him upside the head multiple times for literally no reason but nobody gets up his ass about domestic violence lmao it's pretty standard brother behavior

"Mylo would have grown up to continue being a bully! Bullies (literally traumatized oppressed children) never change!" We literally see actual canon proof that he would have grown up to have a friendly and supportive relationship with Powder but okay

"Mylo is so ugly 😭" Why are you bodyshaming a dead cartoon child (I mean I agree he was NOT rockin wit that moustache lmao but like let him fucking live)

[ididdedurmom]

More evil head cannons

I have silly ideas about the gang after the event of the story, everyone lives, except Bob

PONY:

Has a thousand yard stare when he zones out

Has the loudest, most disgusting, mucus filled cough ever

Actually really good at drawing

Has drawn every member of the gang at least twice

Loves physical touch, he leans on his friends when their sitting next to him.

Actually screams during horror movies, like loud genuine screams

Loves play fighting with Darry, like full on wrestling

Steve taught him how to drive

He either walks like a ghost or stomps, there is no in between

He can play one song on the guitar, and that’s it

His legs are super strong, so his kicks hurt really bad

He would be better at track, but his smoking habits hold him back

He feels jealous of Soda and Darry because they had more time with their parents

He and Darry have matching reading glasses

SODA:

He says “I’m just a girl” anytime he gets in trouble

He has used his pretty privilege to get out of being arrested multiple times

Despite how handsome he knows he is, he still feels super insecure about his looks

He steals from the DX station constantly

He and Steve spend hours gossiping about their customers once both of their shifts are over

A dog bit him when he was a kid, now he’s deathly afraid of them

He loves physical affection, hugging him is the best way to cheer him up

Absolute candy addict

Candy is the #1 item he steals from the DX

He broke his dominant hand once, and now his handwriting is permanently ruined

He reads insanely slow and monotone when he reads out loud

He either sleeps like a rock, or wakes up from the slightest sound, there is no in between

He lives in his flannel, that thing hasn’t been washed in literal years

He suffers from middle child syndrome, he knows his brothers love him, but they don’t pay enough attention to him

DARRY:

He hates his jobs, he knows he has to go but he can’t stand them

All of his coworkers are old and they treat him like a child (which he’s kind of okay with in a way)

He loves watching cartoons but he feels like he’d be wasting his time

He sneezes like a dad

He wakes up at 4 am and works out immediately

Loves compliments and words of affection

Doing favors is his love language

He has the whitest legs ever, he’s all tan on the top and snow white on the bottom

His tan ends where his pants start

Small bits of his hair are grey, he doesn’t know

He has a fear of abandonment

He is insanely flexible for a man of his size, like he can touch the floor standing up with ease

He hit a dog with his car once and cried for 2 hours straight

He loves cuddling on the couch with his brothers, it helps him relax

He despises Curly Shepard, he’s civil with Tim, but he HATES Curly

When he comes home from his ski trips with his old friends, he actually looks his age

A woman once assumed he was Pony’s father, and it made him die inside a little

He can’t stand Mother and Fathers Day

He was mad at Steve when he found out he taught Pony how to drive

TWO-BIT:

He and Dally bond by harassing women

He has a box full of things he’s stolen

His slight alcoholism stems from his father

He let’s his sister paint his nails, and he shows them off proudly

He gets his nails painted before rumbles

He watches soap operas with his mother every night

He can play the trumpet

He has never purchased a pack of cigarettes, only stolen

He listens to metal

When he passes Johnny’s house, he has to actively stop himself from walking in and beating Johnny’s parents half to death, especially his father

Its not that he doesn’t want a job, I mean he doesn’t, it’s that he thinks he’d only mess up whenever they had him do

He constantly forgets to brush his teeth

Pop and beer are the only things he drinks, he doesn’t touch water

He religiously wears Mickey Mouse merch, you will never catch him in a plain shirt

Baby Pony and him got along really well, he was kinda like Pony’s goofy cousin

Two-Bit and Darry have been friends since they were little kids

Two has no plans for his future, and it weighs on him

He broke both of his elbows once

His teachers have kinda given up on him, they just treat him like a bother instead of a student

STEVE:

He messes up Pony’s hair every chance he gets

He uses the most hair grease out of everyone

He has had the same comb for 3 years

He constantly smells like oil

The underside of his nails are always black, no matter how much he washes his hands

He and Soda have matching scars from a shared failed attempt to climb a barb wired fence

He is terrified of the police

He and Soda make your mom jokes at each other, despite neither of them having mothers

His voice is scarily deep when he wakes up

He and Two-Bit have an inside joke no one in the gang understands

He, Soda, and Two-Bit all have matching stick and poke tattoos

He hates his father, and by extension the fathers of Johnny and Two-Bit

He and Dally don’t hang out much, but when they do they are absolute menaces

Dally and him steal cars and hub caps together

He is genuinely upset by the size of his nose

JOHNNY:

He’s dyslexic

His handwriting is atrocious

His best subject is math

He and the gang all picked out stickers to put on his crutches

He loves sleeping around his friends

His hands are rough

He can’t stand the smell of beer, unless it’s one of the gang

He and Curly hate each other for literally no reason

Pony has slowly been teaching him to read better

No matter how much grease he puts in his hair, it won’t stay back

He hates going out in public because people always look at him funny

He hates looking at his burn scars

He, Dally, and Ponyboy watch sunsets together

He either sleeps at the Cutis’s house, Two-Bit’s house, Steve’s (very rarely), or Dallas’s place.

He’s not allowed to sleep in the lot anymore

He has tons of freckles, you just can’t see them against his skin

He loves sleeping outside when he wants to

He never wants children, he’s to scared he’ll become his father

His pain tolerance is so high that sometimes he won’t even notice when he gets injured

He likes how defensive Dallas is of him, makes him feel confident

He smokes marijuana with Dally sometimes, he’s super anxious when they do though because he doesn’t want to get arrested

DALLY:

He will not talk about his feelings

The cops forced him to go to therapy, it didn’t fix anything

He is amazing at lying

The police know him by name

He hasn’t told the gang much about the past other than where he came from and that he doesn’t talk to his folks

Darry nicknamed him “Rat”

He actually feels bad when Darry yells at him

He gets sun burns very quickly

He has his own personal stench

He doesn’t want Johnny to end up like him

He cried for 3 hours straight when he found out Johnny was still alive, it is his most embarrassing moment

He chugs drinks insanely fast

He can’t read very well

He needs glasses but he thinks he’d look like a wimp if he had any

Even though he knows he could have an asthma attack from coughing to hard, he still doesn’t carry his inhaler

He was happy when he thought he was going to die

Then he woke up and had an epiphany about life, it didn’t do to much, but now he knows death isn’t the only option

He proudly shows off the burn marks on his arm

He loves pushing Johnny around in his wheelchair

He listens to outlaw music and Frank Sinatra

He loves horror movies

He toned down his bad behavior once he got out of the hospital, he’s still a dick though

That’s it or whatever. I hope you like them, I’m sorry if some of them don’t make sense. I’m just so silly. I apologize for my horrible grammar lol. Feel free to tell me some of your head cannons!! :D

[dodger432101]

The next day.. Lux Imperator/Mr Ring-A-Ding x Reader part 2

This morning, the sun decides to wake you up before your alarm. You swear its rays are brighter as you turn to keep the light out your eyes, whining groggily at the rude interruption to your sleep. Quickly, however, your brain wakes up and reminds you of yesterday's events. The living cartoon at your workplace and the kiss you almost had with him. That has you sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, head in hands as you go over what happened after Reginald interrupted you and Ring-A-Ding.

You learned a number of things with your conversation with Mr Pye and Mr Ring-A-Ding. 1. There are visible, tangible Gods in the universe. 2. One of these Gods - Lux Imperator, God of Light - has taken cartoonish form to walk to earth. 3. Said God trapped 15 people in film. 4. YOU ALMOST KISSED A GOD YESTERDAY.

After you made it home last evening (at the sadness of Lux, his puppy eyes almost made you stay) you couldn't stop thinking about what it would've been like to kiss the little 'toon. What would his lips feel like? Would he be a good kisser? What would he do after you two kissed? That then leads you to.. other thoughts. Does Mr Ring-A-Ding even have-

Your alarm chooses now to go off, cutting off your embarrassing imagination. Sighing, you turn it off and stand up. Guess it's time to get ready for another day with a God.

As soon as you step into Palazzo, you hear the sound of a film playing. The familiar song tells you Mr Pye is watching the reel of his wife, the last thing he has of her after that horrible accident. You quietly get into your uniform and go to clean up the other theatres you left yesterday. You wanted to give your boss time to himself to mourn his lover.

As you sweep up stray kernels of popcorn the night shift missed, you hear tapping feet echo around the room. Each time you look up, it ceases and starts in a different place once your head's down. You realise quickly who - what - is in the room with you. "Good morning, Lux." You speak as you keep sweeping, hearing a chuckle behind you. Turning your head, Lux can be seen leaning on the back of a seat on the row you're standing in. His cartoonish grin widens, literally, up to his eyes once he has your attention.

"Gooood morning sunshine! Did you have a good sleep? Nice breakfast? Reginald said you humans need lots of different kinds of food to stay healthy, something about a 5 a day? Do you need 5.. meals or something? That sounds like a lot of food!" The little God rambles to you, speech speeding up the more he talks about what he did while you were at home and asking you more questions about humans. You giggle at his curiosity, chatting with Lux as you work. Though once you get to the last row and finish sweeping, Lux blocks the way out of the row with a cheeky expression. What was he planning?

"Uh, Lux? I'm done now, we can hang out and do.. whatever there is to do after I put this stuff away." You gesture with the broom in your hand, leaning on it while you look down at the cartoon. He still doesn't budge. Raising an eyebrow at his sudden stubbornness, you lean the broom on a seat and walk towards him. Maybe he'll move out the way. Except he doesn't. Instead, he raises an eyebrow back at you and walks towards you like he's copying your movement. Confused, you move back as Lux closes in, until your back hits the wall. "Lux..? What are you doing?" You can't help but be a little worried. Hearing and seeing what he'd done to those 15 people showed he wasn't a force to be reckoned with. This was a God, upsetting him could mean a fate like them. Or worse.

Wordlessly, Lux flicks his finger up and down as if wanting you to sit. So you do, lowering yourself down the wall until you're just so slightly shorter than him. The God of Light approaches closer, one hand on his hip as he uses the other to lean on the wall behind you, now face to face with you. "Mr Pye is busy right now. I want to pick up where he interrupted yesterday." In an instant your face is red. Even in the low light it must be visible as Lux's smirk returns. "Oh, though I guess I am somewhat glad he did get in my way before.." Now you're confused again. Why would he want that at all? He was 2 seconds from kissing you! The confusion must show in your face because Lux chuckles again. "I forgot to ask if you even wanted me to kiss you yesterday. Even though you.. looked more than willing before.." That really didn't help your blush. "I'd like to make sure today. So, sunshine. May I kiss you?"

Aaand there it is, it seems your entire face is burning. Who taught this little God to be so charming? Must have picked some off Ring-A-Ding. Having lost the ability to speak, you nod quickly to his question. Lux's smirk widens as he leans down further, moving the hand on his hip to your jawline, giving you flashbacks to yesterday. Your eyes close in preparation.

Nothing happens. The God in front of you hums. "Ahh, no. I want words, dolly. I want to hear you say it. Say you want me to kiss you. Say you want my lips on yours. Can you do that for me, hm?" This God might actually be the death of you.

You whine in frustration, eyes now open to glare at the cartoon before you. He only grins at you, waiting. Lucky for you both, you're far too impatient from thinking of this moment all of last night and all of this morning before you arrived. "Lux, I'd like you to kiss me. Please?" The little antennae on his head curl into a heart shape at your plea, his grin morphing to a satisfied smirk.

"How could I say no to such a polite request?" The touch of his lips is as warm as his hands. He moves the hand on the wall, both cupping your cheeks as he deepens your kiss. You lift one hand to the back of his head, running your fingers through the little hair he has there. Lux practically purrs at the feeling, stepping closer still and moving his hands to cup the back of your head in a similar way, thumbs gently massaging behind your ears. You could get used to this, you could get addicted to this. Just when you get into a rhythm, you feel the swipe of something warmer and wet along your bottom lip. Oh boy, this just gets better for you huh?

You open your mouth for the God, instantly feeling his tongue enter and make a beeline for yours. He caresses you with his tongue just as gently as with his hands, exploring your mouth with quiet hums of curiosity. You've been lightheaded since you started kissing Lux but now it's like an outer body experience. That's when you remember you need oxygen and (even now, hesitantly) tap the cartoon on the arm. Lux withdraws with another hum, looking confused and a little disappointed that he had to stop before you take a deep breath of air. "Oh, gosh, right! I uh, kind of forgot about that" He pulls at his collar with a surprisingly bashful look, smiling down at you apologetically. You can't help with laugh breathlessly, getting ahold of the hand still on the back of your head and bringing it to your lips, kissing his knuckles to show your forgiveness. Like you were even the slightest bit angry at him.

In perfect timing, you hear the click of a projector turning off. Mr Pye's film must be over. Lux must have heard it to as he sighs, stepping away with his hand still in yours, helping you stand up. You both go to check on your boss, still holding hands.

[Psst, hi, it's me! If you've enjoyed this and the first part, I'm glad! Aaannnddd, I might be open to writing.. smut.. if you guys want a part 3! Muehehehe!]

[we-rice-boi]

✨️You know what I can't stop thinking about? 👯🏽

Now, hear me out: a tall MC (like 6'3") in heels who knows how to use a whip and is performing burlesque (the strip tease kind) for the LADS MLs...

WARNING: MDNI/ Ageless Bios DNI Suggestive content, Poly LADs (slightly), GN reader (despite the example, it's just a rough visual) & Unbated writing!!

Here is a rough sketch of the idea and a few references:

Stay with me here!! Let me cook, PLEASE!!

What I'm thinking is that you, as the MC, play the ringmaster role in the show. You present the dancers and keep the audience entertained in between performances. During this time, you're in a full ringmaster suit (think of the reference at the top right of the picture). It hugs the frame, is shiny, and looks amazing on you. However, it's rather modest compared to the other performers. That is, until it's your turn to perform, and BOOM!!! COSTUME CHANGE!!

(aka the messy sketch above)

The guys are in the audience either sitting together or apart (depends on if you like poly LADS or not) and they have front-row seats to your burlesque performance, that they knew nothing about.

Rafayel 🧜‍♂️

His face is beat red but he can't look away.

Questioning if he's really as dominant as he claims to be (he'll never admit it)

If you interact with him with the whip or anything else, he will definitely jizz in his pants (or almost get to that point).

Bro literally has to try and waddle to the bathroom without getting caught.

"Renowned artist Rafayel seen sporting a stiffy after a sensual performance by Linkon's best hunter? Read all about it on page 9"

If you believe in Poly LADS, Sylus is helping him get to the bathroom while teasing the shit out of him.

He's acting like he doesn't have to go the restroom for the same reason 🙄

If he wants you to take control after that night, don't expect him to ask for it. Oh no no no.

In my opinion, this lil shit will turn the brat up to 100, till you get the memo and jump him.

It doesn't take long since you can read him like a book in the bedroom.

Sylus 🐉

Very much into this

The man already has 20 different whips on his wishlist, ready to be shipped at your say so.

His blush isn't as prominent but it's there and he isn't ashamed of it.

Freak recognize freak

If you interact with him during the performance, he'll try to hide how excited he is with his smugness but you can tell.

That man is vibrating in his seat like a rose toy on a Friday night.

Oh, he's definitely adding a few straps to that list.

And we're not talking about weapons here.

(I think I'm so funny)

By the time you guys get home Sylus already has a new kink sheet written up.

And by the end of the week, they're several new, ahem, 'toys' for you two to experiment with. To experiment on him specifically.

Caleb 🛬

Now I'm still unsure about how to write this man but I know a pathetic man whore when I see one (given he's only a whore for MC but I digress).

Is a lot like Sylus but is just as surprised as Rafayel.

This has got to be the one thing he didn't know about you and that catches him way off guard.

But like I said, the man is not opposed to it.

His imagination is already going wild with all kinds of fantasies.

Lowkey tapping into his inner dog boy.

He is the first to get on his knees and beg. Prove me wrong, you can't!

If you interact with him during the performance, he actively leans into it like a man in a daze.

You can practically see heart eyes on his stupid goofy face. Dumbass is drunk on your presence.

Think of those love scenes in those Loney Tunes cartoons.

My point is the minute you pull away, he nearly falls out of his seat.

And if he's there with any of his academy friends, like Gideon, he's never living that shit down.

If you like Poly Lads, Zayne has to pull that idiot back so he doesn't plant face-first on the floor.

Speaking of the responsible doctor-

Zayne ❄️

In all, he's quite impressed by the show and your part as the showman.

Of course, he shows that in his own stoic, Zayney way. Calm, composed and with his little micro expressions.

Ya, all of that is thrown out the window the minute your strip tease starts.

I saw someone say that they think Zayne's evol gets a little out of control when he's feeling strong emotions and ya, it gets a lil chilly in there.

Like no joke, it starts to snow a little during your performance and you use it to your advantage.

When you're interacting with him during your performance, his ears go beat red.

Zayne isn't sure if he'll pass out from shock or lack of blood flow to his brain first.

While the show is winding down and everyone's giving their applause, Zayne is left wondering how he's gonna get out of here without signaling his "problem" to the entire room.

He's glad he brought a coat today.

Xavier ✨️

Like Caleb, I'm still unsure how to write Our Little Prince but I'll try my best.

To be quite frank, if the situation doesn't involve you, meat, space (or the other MLs) he's falling asleep.

So any performance that doesn't involve you, he's conked out. Either with his head on the table or on Rafayel's shoulder (StarFish supremacy!!).

However, when your performance comes up, he's definitely at attention (in more ways than one)

You know what I said about evols getting out of control because of strong emotion?

Ya if you so much as insinuate anything his way during your act, let alone touch him, Xavi is lighting up like a BTS bobble light (don't @ me ok).

While he's waiting for you after the show, you find him doing some research about BDSM. Specifically submission.

Expect to Dom for the next month.

In all, they're all gettin pegged at the end of the day. Hell, even Zayne is considering it.

Buuut that's all for now. Sorry if my mad rambles are a bit illegible, I just needed to get this idea out 😅

Lemme know if I should continue this idea and write a, kind of, part 2 because I forgot to add how MCs height plays into this 🤔

Oh well~

-Sincerly Professor Boob

N/A: I just did some editing and spell-checks. It still may not be perfect but I don't have a beta reader so we make do o(T◇T o)

Dividers Credits: @cafekitsune Sketch: Me

[j0kb0x]

Since guts and blackpowder gives us free range for the characters here’s some personal headcanons for their personalities and lives given you can only psychoanalyze them so much. This is as realistic as I can make it based off surface level psychoanalysis + untrue garbage I made up.

Barry:

Despite his short temper (Typical brit) Williams is socially inept and shy. Like super timid. That dumb little softboy persona he has going on there shouldn’t be an indicator that he isn’t dangerous. Dude literally got trained as an infantry solider. He doesn’t want to hurt people, in fact, he avoids it when he can. The war is needless to him and he doesn’t understand why they’d draft someone like him — a lowly stableboy who’s quite known in his village for treating his horses and farm animals like his babies. His overly affectionate and polite personality (which came directly from his overbearing mother) has landed him a lot of bullying by his peers. Aforementioned hesitation to the enemy, but to zombies? He’s under the belief they’re from satan himself like the rest of the world. Afraid of them, but feels a spiritual duty to slay God’s enemies.

Jean:

He’s overly paranoid of Napoleon failing, and holds those french revolutionary beliefs. He wants Napoleon to win, so badly. He really doesn’t want his children living in a world with a stupid monarchy eating better than they do. Jean has no comprehension that maybe Napoleon isn’t the best fit for a country’s leader, in fact he’ll yell at you if you suggest otherwise. His wife died during childbirth and this, coupled with war has hardened him. He has never laid a single hand on his children because his father was deeply abusive, and of course this resulted in a pretty pessimistic, sad, depressed mess of a man. Constantly wanting better and yet fearing the worst. He’s a tough love kind of fatherly friend. Eat your damn rations or you will die. Speaking of which he literally wants to die :D

Jacob:

If this were modern day he’d be legally blind. His clumsiness isn’t the result of stupidity. The direct opposite in fact. He overthinks his job way too much and couple that with his dogshit eyesight, it’s no wonder he has a track record of being the napoleonic war’s personal south park Kenny. If ever a cartoon were made, I could l definitely see him in the background nailing in stakes incorrectly and getting confused as to why it wasn’t as affective as the other sapper’s. He has two sisters back at home and they hate him. They’re pro-monarchy, he isn’t. He raised and took care of these awful pieces of shit. Who were independent thinking teenagers by the time their parents died of sickness. So he couldn’t really influence them even if he tried. He has largely remained non(?) un(?) courted and unmarried his entire life. Hes a huge wine mom induced by stress and if you ever asked him why he never took a wife, he’d start spontaneously crying probably. Sad drunk. Cannot show emotions unless he’s drunk.

Karl / Unnamed Officer:

Selective mutism, ambition.. Way too much ambition. He wants to take down Napoleon himself and even fully believes he’s capable of doing so. Wants to cheat his way above the ranks somehow. He hides this and refuses to reveal his intentions to virtually anyone. Trying to get as close to the general as possible. Not because he agrees with the monarchy thing, but he just wants the fame and glory that comes along with executing him. The other men have horrible tempers but him? Holy. shit. He does not usually act upon his anger but as a wise man once said, “Silence speaks louder than words.” He silently judges those he’s angry at. Could imagine him getting teased, gripping a damn teacup so hard that it shatters in his hand and causes the entire room to go quiet. His whole regiment is batshit TERRIFIED of him. He refuses to betray his life story, let alone if he has any family. Nobody knows crap about him and that furthers the fear. Karl literally popped out of nowhere and his adorable babyface and gentle voice has won him the hearts of women wishing to be his wives… Whom he rudely pushed away in disgust. Has anyone seen that one scene in pootie tang where a woman is simping after him, and so he slips her a bowl of milk like a fucking clingy cat? Yeah I feel Karl would pull something like that.

[chaifootsteps]

I have been kicked out of my own home TWICE, I know what it's like to lose everything you loved and being unable to see your family member. NOT ONCE did I ever act like Stolas, I was extremely grateful for my friend's family housing me, my mother and sister. You shouldn't treat the person who literally saved you from living on the streets like some butler.

I get that for Stolas, who's lived his whole life having everything to suddenly having nothing is very hard to adjust to because I felt like that the first time, it was one of the lowest points in my life but he didn't ever thank Blitzø ONCE for giving him food and shelter. No, he had the audacity to ask for more expensive meals, make classist remarks to the imp's holiday and trash the office of an imp who worked hard there to put food on Stolas' own plate.

I HATE the excuses his fans come up with to rationalizing Stolas' attitude in Sinsmas. "He has a special diet so we can't judge him for that", BULLSHIT, he was shoveling sad spoonfuls of miserable cereal in the episode Ozzie so he can obviously consume other foods. "He's depressed so he's not thinking well", I was depressed too but at least I made sure that I was grateful to the one housing me instead of just complaining about how poor I was. "He's having a meltdown over not seeing his daughter so it's a justified crashout," I had my moments where I was incredibly angry at my circumstances where I did things out of anger I will never be proud of but I would have never have taken out my frustrations on the possessions and workplace of my friend's family especially when they entrusted me with the job of handling it.

Not everyone has the same experience of being nearly homeless and we all deal with it in our own ways but being ungrateful and inconsiderate to the people who's kind enough to make sure you can live under a roof, feed you and help you get back on your feet to build a new life for yourself has NO excuse. The least you can do for them is say the words thank you to them and somehow, with every opportunity Stolas was practically handed to on screen to say it, not once has he taken it.

This, this, this. Some of the excuses the stans make for Stolas's behavior show give you the impression that they barely understand how to interact with other humans, much less analyze a cartoon.

Most people who find themselves with nothing know enough to show some level of basic gratitude. Hell, even the ones who end up pawning their hosts' radios and stealing from their medicine cabinets say thank you before that happens.