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iomoru · 3 months ago

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“He's The Type To...”

A/n: I couldn't decide between kazuha and albedo so I did both

Genre: Hcs, Modern! Au, Fluff, Suggestive Smut, Teasing, Gn! Reader, Kazuha x Reader, Albedo x Reader, Proofread

Kazuha:

• He's the type to send you spontaneous texts throughout the day, sharing random thoughts, pictures of the sky, or the poems he's working on. It's basically his way of keeping you close, even when your apart.

• He's the type to sneak you away to quiet, scenic spots. He'll find the perfect hill or rooftop to lie back and stargaze, playing soft melodies on his guitar as he whispers poetry under his breath.

• He's the type to silently admire you while you're talking, a small, content smile on his lips. You'll ask what he's thinking, and he'll just shake his head, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, replying, “You're captivating.”

• He's the type to pull you into his lap when you're both just lounging around, absentmindedly playing with your hair while his other hand traces patterns on your thigh. There's a soft intimacy to the way he holds you, but it lingers with a hint of something more.

• He’s the type to get lost in deep conversations with you late at night. He'll talk about his dreams, his philosophy on life, and how much he appreciates your presence, all while his hands slowly drift over your skin, his touch becoming more intentional as the night goes on.

• He’s the type to be subtle but intentional when it comes to showing affection. A light brush of his fingers down your arm, a kiss to the back of your neck when you least expect it, or the way he’ll draw you in closer if you start teasing him a little too much.

• He's the type to tease you about how easily you get flustered. Whenever you stumble over your words or blush at something he says, he'll tilt his head and smirk slightly, leaning in closer just to murmur, “You're really cute when you're shy, you know that?”

• He's the type to playfully challenge your boundaries, letting his hands rest at the curve of your waist when you're both alone, his fingers tracing dangerously close to more sensitive areas. He'll flash a teasing smile and ask, “What's wrong love? You seem a little distracted.”

• He's the type to whisper lustful comments in your ear in public, completely unfazed, leaving you the one struggling to keep composure. When you ask him to stop, he'll chuckle softly, “I'm just talking, what's on your mind?”

• He's the type to lean in for a kiss but pull back at the last second, enjoying the way you lean forward to chase his lips. “Impatient, are we?” He'll tease, only to give in moments later, kissing you deeply while his hands slide down your back, pulling you flush against him.

Albedo:

• He’s the type to get so absorbed in his work that you have to remind him to eat. He’s always grateful when you bring him snacks or drinks, and the soft smile he gives you makes the effort worth it every time.

• He’s the type to silently observe you when you’re doing something mundane, like reading or working. He finds your everyday actions fascinating and is always curious about how your mind works.

• He’s the type to be incredibly thoughtful with his gifts. He’ll design something especially for you, whether it’s a sketch, a small invention, or even a carefully chosen flower that he says reminded him of you. His gifts always come with an explanation of the deeper meaning behind them.

• He’s the type to hold you close when you’re both in bed, his hand resting gently on your waist. He’ll trace circles on your skin, his voice low as he murmurs scientific facts or musings about the universe until you fall asleep against his chest.

• He’s the type to get flustered when things start getting a bit more intimate. His usual calm and collected demeanor falters slightly, his breath catching as your lips trace along his jawline. He may not be as forward, but the way his grip tightens on your hips speaks volumes.

• He’s the type to engage in long, heated debates with you about random subjects. Even when you challenge his knowledge, there’s a glint of excitement in his eyes. The playful back-and-forth often ends with him pulling you into his arms, murmuring how much he enjoys your mind as much as your presence.

• He's the type to subtly tease you about how much you crave his attention. When you pout or tug at his sleeve for affection, he'll raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly, “Needy today, aren't we?” His tone is soft, but there's a glint in his eyes that shows he's fully aware of the effect he has on you.

• He's the type to make sly, teasing comments during your study or work sessions together. If you make a mistake, he'll hum thoughtfully, leaning close as if to help, but instead whisper something suggestive in your ear, “You seem distracted...I wonder why.” He loves watching the way you tense up or blush.

• He's the type to gently push your buttons, especially when you're in a quiet moment together. He'll brush his fingers lightly along your thigh under the table, or trace his hand down your back, just to see how you react. When you shoot him a look, he'll smile innocently, “Darling I'm just testing a hypothesis.”

• He's the type to get a little more bold behind closed doors, especially when you've been teasing him all day. He'll pin you lightly against a surface, his lips just barely touching yours as he whispers, “You've been asking for it, haven't you?” His hands will roam around your body calculated precision, each touch deliberate and torturously slow.

A/n: I might not make a part 2 because I'm so tired and kinda lazy to do it but if I did then it'll be about Heizou and Xiao, ONLY if I did I'll still think about it

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the-littlest-lily · 11 months ago

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30 Days of G/t Self Care

I'm not fully sure where this idea came from, but here we go! I do enjoy a fun little daily challenge, and like most things my mind went to “but how can I make it G/t?” And here we are! Just in time for the new year, a 30 day self care challenge but… sizey. I wanted to make an actual calendar thing, just in time for the new year (though it can be started at any time, it's not specific to January). Check the days off, spread them out over a longer time, pick out just the ones that speak to you, whatever you want to do 😊 Here's the guide to go with it.

Day 1. Set aside a few minutes to take some deep breaths and focus on the present moment. To help ground yourself, perhaps wrap yourself in a blanket and imagine you are in a large, lovingly grasping hand, or hold a small item and imagine it's a tiny friend.

Day 2. Revisit some nostalgic G/t media. What first got you into this? Let yourself reminisce and remember why you love this in the first place.

Day 3. Make G/t art. It can be anything! Drawing, writing, crochet, pottery, you name it. No need to hold yourself to a certain standard or show anyone else, just take some time to be creative. Even if you don't deem yourself an artist, give it a shot and see if you enjoy it!

Day 4. Relax with a word search puzzle. I made a G/t themed one for you right here!

Day 5. Try out this journal prompt. If you could be tiny/big at will, what types of things would you do to relax? How might you extrapolate from this and apply it to your real life?

Day 6. Stretch your body today. What imaginary setting could you give yourself to make it G/t? Are you surrounded by gigantic furniture in your mind’s eye? Perhaps the yoga video on your phone helps you pretend you have a tiny instructor?

Day 7. Listen to some G/t music. This could be anything, from sizey music videos to songs with sizey lyrics to the Arietty soundtrack.

Day 8. Practice gratitude by listing out all the little things you're thankful for. (See what I did there?) Add some big things to the list for good measure.

Day 9. Practice stepping out of your comfort zone a little bit by talking about G/t, out loud if you’re able. Whether it's discussing with a friend (you brave soul), recording yourself on your phone (you can immediately delete it), or just mumbling to yourself in the shower. Maybe you’ll realize you want to make a G/t podcast and we all win!

Day 10. Here's a little creative prompt. Arrange everyday items to make a G/t scene (use toys, miniatures, or even fashion a tiny person out of paperclips or paper). Take a picture, share it if you like!

Day 11. Create a cozier space today to enjoy your G/t content. Grab some blankets, make yourself a snack or some tea, light some candles, whatever sounds nice to you. Sometimes it's making a mundane moment special!

Day 12. Make yourself something healthy to eat. While you prepare it, imagine how different the task might be to carry out if you were very big or very small. Maybe even have some fun making your snack in miniature too.

Day 13. Try out some affirmations today and see if you can make them both sizey and relevant to your life. Ideas of mantras could be “I am allowed to take up space,” “I choose to appreciate the little things today,” “I will achieve great things through small steps.”

Day 14. Go out into nature for some fresh air. Lean in close and pay attention to the small details, perhaps imagining a shrunken version of yourself or a small friend exploring.

Day 15. Challenge yourself to learn a new skill today to bring your Gt ideas to life. Maybe it's learning how to code, or making your own VR avatar, or learning a new art tool or technique. It's finally time to watch that tutorial you've been saving!

Day 16. Pull out your dream journal, or start up a new one! Maybe we’ll figure out the whole lucid dreaming thing and come close to experiencing Gt, wouldn't that be the dream~ If this doesn't resonate with you, maybe start a journal to jot down your Gt daydreams instead!

Day 17. Relax with a crossword puzzle. I made a G/t themed one for you right here!

Day 18. Try to cross a few to dos off your to do list someday. Make it more fun by adding in some joke tasks in there, like “leave out a snack for the fairies” or “prep for borrowing trip tonight” or “meet with giant friend for coffee.” Maybe even schedule some real life Gt tasks - such as “work on chapter 2 of (Gt story you're writing)” or “plan a VRC hangout”.

Day 19. It's time to dress the part! Is there any way you can dress up or accessorize yourself in a sizey way? Maybe you have an oversized hoodie, or a necklace of a tiny Eiffel tower, or an old shirt with Tinkerbell on it. Did you know you can actually buy Arietty’s giant hair clip thing? Or if this better scratches your creative itch, maybe your objective is to make tiny accessories for a toy or figurine.

Day 20. Take some time to rest. Just allow yourself to lay down in a quiet, cozy setting for at least a few minutes and have some dedicated G/t daydreaming.

Day 21. Try out a new exercise routine and use your G/t imaginings to make it more fun. Watching a new workout video? You’re a giant visiting the gym and that's your human instructor on the screen. Spontaneous dance session in your room? You're a fairy frolicking in a field of enormous wildflowers. Going for a swim? You're actually crossing a vast ocean, or maybe a small glass of water.

Day 22. Check out a new G/t story. Not a big reader normally? Just give it a shot!

Day 23. Give yourself a pamper night, whatever that means for you - face masks, cucumber water, a warm drink, candles, the works. Pamper night (face masks and stuff)

Day 24. Make or buy something for your G/t interests (miniatures or toys, “max”iature like a giant flower pillow, fairy-themed stationary, make a giant paper mache strawberry, etc)

Day 25. Relax with a coloring page. You can use any of your favorite artist’s lineart (just make sure to get permission and/or proper attribution if you want to post it). Here's an example option from me.

Day 26. Make a list of all the things you love about G/t. It's always nice to remember the various ways this interest might benefit our lives.

Day 27. Motivate yourself to try out a new hobby by making it G/t. Take that pottery class you've been meaning to take and make a giant acorn-shaped mug. Get into cosplay so you can dress up as a borrower. Dabble with watercolors and you may end up becoming a G/t artist. Study a new language and enjoy new sizey media you couldn't understand before. Whatever speaks to you!

Day 28. Do a favor for your future self and make a self care kit for when you're having a hard time. This could include a journal or affirmation cards, or perhaps some grounding items like fidget toys, stress balls and mints. Add a little something G/t in there too. Perhaps some kind of miniature with an interesting texture, or a fidget toy in the shape of a person, or a stuffed animal of a giant ladybug to hug.

Day 29. An act of kindness can do wonders for our mental health. Send someone in the G/t community a kind comment today, whether it's a long-time friend, someone you just met in a Discord group, or a comment to your favorite G/t artist.

Day 30. Reflect on all the activities you’ve tried during this self care challenge and journal about it. What have you learned about yourself? What might you incorporate more into your self care routines going forward? Pat yourself on the back for investing some time and attention into yourself - you deserve it!

#g/t #giant tiny #giant/tiny #gianttiny #sfwgt #gtselfcare #30 day challenge #30 days of gt

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breadmecoshy · 6 months ago

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Hiiiii !!!

I've started to notice a pattern in the hk community.

When people (not all but most) draw pk ,in bug or gijinka, they tend to hide his pretty wings or not draw them at all.

So I've decided to ask bloggers if they could show or describe the king's wings, just out of curiosity (and for my own amusement)

(Btw if you are not taking requests please forgive me, I did not wish to annoy you with my silly babbles)

Yes, I accept requests, and I am very glad to receive them! ^w^

I've been wanting to draw gijinka the Pale King and the White Lady for a long time, so I might have gotten a little carried away, haha, it doesn't quite match your request for wings….

He Pale King was described in the game as a recluse who was rarely seen outside the palace. I think he hid his wings under his cloak so as not to attract too much attention. Perhaps initially he wanted to have a more mundane connection with his subjects, but they still elevated him to the rank of god and prayed to his idols, so he just tried to look less like such an idol in everyday life

And as for his gijinka, he just wears the most closed clothes so that his divine nature does not confuse ordinary people (since the gijinka of other beetles are completely ordinary in my mind) The head is covered with a cloth, and the body is covered with a spacious medieval cotto. Only the face is visible, so mysterious~

The White Lady, on the contrary, does not hide her divine nature, I love this design of hers so much….. She is big and imposing, with exposed body parts, because her nature is higher than that of simple beetles (and it's probably not obvious in the picture, but she is very well-fed, after all, as the goddess of reproduction, she must be strong and fertile, huh)

#hollow knight #hk #hk pale king #hk white lady #hk pk #hk wyrm #hk wl #hk gijinka #My style completely depends on the artist I saw last #This time it was Nikolai Feshin #I'm crazy about his paintings #The Pale King loves the White Lady very much...#She as the goddess of birth can give care and peace of mind even to the former huge predictive worm #The very embodiment of maternal and marital love #Send me more requests!!!!#It's fun to draw them and I'm always happy to have questions

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all2angels · 6 months ago

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hi im the stoner gee anon.. :3 im back 4 more.. and its bad its not even stoner gee anymorw..

2019 gee who grooms u and wants to make u his oblivious-to-how-wrong-your-relationship-is gf/bf!! you guys would meet at some umbrella academy panel thing. he's so enamored by you when you walk up to the table, so much so that when you ask for a signature and drawing, he just HAS to put his number on there..

you're happy, anyone would be happy that a celebrity noticed them. but no, this is gerard way.. the man of ur dreams. as soon as you get home, you lock yourself in your room and text him, shuffling around and pacing like crazy as you anticipate his response. he starts off easy, just making small talk and asking you about your dreams... then a few weeks in or so, he'll drop the bomb that he slipped you his number 'cus he thought you were so beautiful. just stunning, actually.

he eventually starts talking about issues in his own relationship, telling you about how the sex is just so boring and sad.. how his marriage doesn't even feel like a marriage anymore. you feel a little uncomfortable that he's telling you this, but anything to help your heroic idol, right?! then he goes back to how pretty you are, saying that he wishes he had married you, that you were older so he could've met you earlier, so it could actually happen.

there's a night where he calls you, and he's breathing quite heavily. you ask, "what's wrong?" and he brushes it off, replying with a dismissive "nothing." on the other side of the line, his pants are tugged down, his hand's just ghosting over his cock, and he's so turned on. he's been thinking about you so much lately. "how was your day?" he asks, now teasing the tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum over it.. you're not even sure what's going on, but you oblige, telling about how mundane it all was. you can hear small whines over the phone, but you keep going. his hand is going so fast, pumping up and down with every word you say. you get to how you took a shower earlier, a fleeting comment, and he quite literally cums seconds after, with the photo in his imagination. he tries to hold the moans back, but he can't. and it's all finally clicked in your mind.

that was so long. i'm so sorry. but i'm not. i love your posts and these r my gifts to you <3

tw: MAJOR TW! underage, grooming, weirdo behavior. dead dove don't eat i didn't edit this this is literally my pure, unedited thoughts. i did not hold back LMFAO

STONER GEE ANON 😭😭😭😭 i want to give you the world. THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!

i love this dynamic so much ong MY TAKE BELOW

you swear that it wasn't creepy. like, a man in his forties giving his underage fan his number sounds bad, but it didn't sound bad to you. because he was your hero, he saved your life! it's not creepy.

it was when he admitted that he gave you his number because he thought you were attractive that you were hit my a bad, nauseating feeling. but you buried that feeling deep, deep down. he was just complimenting you. gerard way thought you were attractive circled your head alot.

gerard likes to talk a lot. he can go on and on about media that he likes. whether it be a book or a music album, he can go on for ages. you don't have the heart not to listen or tell him you were busy or anything. this was the person that gave you comfort for years, how could you deny a chance to talk to him? even if he's the only one talking.

then it stopped being about comic books, music, or books. things got personal. really personal. and, honestly you were a little uncomfortable when he shared graphic descriptions about his sex life. did you stop him? no. it was gerard way. you awkwardly laughed when he said he wished he could marry you, hoping he was joking even though you knew he wasn't.

this goes on for almost everyday. he'd lock himself in his office, talking to you for hours. when you told him you had school or anything, he'd guilt trip you until he settles for a quick (2, 3 hour?) call before you go to bed.

but despite your gut telling you that he has ill intentions, you were so attached. you were already attached before he gave you his number. and maybe that's why he felt so comfortable sharing these things with you like there were no possible consequences. he knows you can't let go of him.

and maybe that's why he has no shame when he calls you, dick in hand, painfully hard and asking about your day. your voice sounded so good to him, he could've finished just by listening to you. but when you let it slip that you showered was more than he could ask for. he let out a moan that you could hear from your end of the call and when you realized what was happening you hung up quickly.

nothing changed after that. he messaged you asking when you were free so you both could hop in a call, like he didn't just have a one sided SOP with you. you obviously didn't address it. but, you also gave him the time you were available. because how could you decline talking to your hero?

#tw!!#gerard way smut #mcr smut #all2angels

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luna-naoffcial · 1 month ago

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【 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 】

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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|| 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 || 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 || 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ||

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Before you found yourself in the chaotic realm of Hell, your life as a human was filled with its own challenges and hardships. Growing up in a small town, you often felt like an outsider. You had a few close friends, but deep down, you yearned for something more—an adventure beyond the mundane routines of everyday life.

Your family life was complicated; your parents often fought, and the atmosphere at home was tense. Seeking solace, you turned to books and music, immersing yourself in fantastical worlds and melodies that transported you far away from your reality. You dreamed of being free, of exploring the unknown, and escaping the troubles that weighed you down.

In high school, you were an artist at heart. Drawing and painting were your escape, allowing you to express emotions you couldn't vocalize. Your art often reflected your dreams of adventure and mystery, and you longed to share your creations with the world. But self-doubt always held you back from pursuing a career in the arts.

Despite your aspirations, you faced numerous obstacles. Financial struggles and family pressures pushed you toward a more traditional path. You studied hard, aiming for a stable job that would bring in money, but it never quite fulfilled you.

One fateful night, after a particularly rough day, you found solace in the moonlit streets, walking aimlessly, trying to clear your mind. It was then that you stumbled upon an ancient, seemingly abandoned bookshop. Drawn in by its peculiar charm, you stepped inside, eager to lose yourself in the pages of forgotten tales.

As you explored the dusty shelves, you found an old tome with an intricate cover that seemed to hum with energy. Without thinking, you opened it, and the moment your fingers brushed the pages, a powerful force engulfed you. Before you could react, you were pulled into the swirling depths of the book, and in an instant, everything changed.

You awoke in a strange place, surrounded by the sights and sounds of Hell. The chaos and vibrancy of your new reality was overwhelming, but deep down, you felt a strange sense of liberation. Perhaps this was the adventure you had always yearned for—yet it was a world filled with danger and darkness, far from the sanctuary you had hoped to find.

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You stepped through the shimmering portal, heart pounding in your chest. The moment you crossed into Hell, a wave of heat washed over you, enveloping you in an atmosphere of chaos and vibrant energy. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and something sweet yet unsettling.

“Welcome, welcome!” a cheerful voice boomed, echoing off the distorted buildings that surrounded you. You turned to see a tall figure with a wide grin, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. His eyes were unsettling—one a vivid crimson and the other a deeper shade of black.

“I am Alastor, the Radio Demon!” he introduced himself, bowing elegantly. “And you, my dear, are quite the fresh face around here. What brings you to our lovely little slice of eternity?”

You hesitated, trying to gather your thoughts. "I... I just arrived. I’m looking for a place to stay."

“Ah, the Hazbin Hotel!” Alastor exclaimed, clapping his hands together in delight. “A noble endeavor! It’s just down the street, though I must say, it’s more of a work-in-progress than a proper establishment.” He leaned in closer, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “But fear not! I can assure you it’s the best choice you have in this realm of endless torment.”

With his over-the-top enthusiasm, you couldn’t help but feel a mixture of intrigue and wariness. “Why do you care?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Why indeed?” he mused, his grin unwavering. “Perhaps I’m just a benevolent soul looking to help the lost and hopeless. Or perhaps…” He leaned even closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I simply find you fascinating.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, caught between curiosity and caution. There was something magnetic about him, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more lurking beneath that charming exterior.

“Come now, my dear!” Alastor beckoned, gesturing grandly toward the hotel. “Let us make haste! You simply must see this place. I promise you won’t regret it!”

With a deep breath, you nodded, following the enigmatic demon. As you walked alongside him, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something extraordinary—something that would pull you deeper into the shadows of Hell, and into the world of the Radio Demon.

-【 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 】

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𝐇𝐞𝐲𝐚! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 '𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚'. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲!

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Tags: @n0tmentallystable @zoerislovely @mygoldtears @yourmom132 @justawasteoftime1122

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin art #hazbin lucifer #alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin fandom #hazbin fanart #helluva

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maniculum · 8 months ago

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Bestiaryposting Results: Slagzogg

This is, interestingly, our third consecutive Beaſt that's actually a common everyday animal pretty much all over Europe, including the area where this manuscript was produced. This is interesting to me because the three are handled very differently. First we had the salamander, which I'm pretty sure got mentally separated from the actual animal somewhere, probably because people use different terms for the real-life amphibian in different regions and languages, and not everybody is going to recognize that it's just the Greek word for the same animal. Second we had the deer, which it seemed like the manuscript producers did recognize, because the illustration is clearly a deer... but elements of the entry are just nuts (As @sweetlyfez said, "How do you make up this many wild myths about a guy you live with"). And now we have the [redacted until end of post], which is just given a completely mundane, if engaging, description with the only weird part being the symbolism attached to it.

I think it might also be our first domestic animal -- the entry even talks about the difference between wild and domestic varieties -- which seems like it's worth noting.

Anyway, as usual people who don't know what I'm talking about should check https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting. The entry this week's artists are working from can be found here:

This is another one where I almost didn't put it in because it seemed super obvious what it was, but the artists have done a superb job not drawing that. Excellent work on everyone's part, and it can be found below the cut:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) shows us both a domestic and a wild Slagzogg; the design of the domestic one makes me think of fancy pigeons, which I think is a pretty good direction to take here. The vulture-like faces really improve the design also. Very good birds, and you should go check out the linked post to hear about the design decisions and real-life inspirations behind this one; I think it's pretty interesting.

@pomrania (link to post here) observed that, though the entry mentions beaks and flight, it doesn't actually say "bird", so they can draw a pet dragon and have it fit the description. Fair call, and I think it turned out well. I like the contrast between the fairly dignified-looking creature on the left -- this is a Slagzogg who is on its way to win Best in Show -- and the sketch on the right of someone forcibly preventing it from getting into a fight. If you check out the linked post, you can see Pomrania's progress thread for this design.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) has made the eminently-understandable decision that if they're going to draw a bird with no specific anatomical details given, it's going to be a potoo. On the left we have three domestic Slagzoggs socializing, and on the right we have a wild one perching alone. I like how this incorporates the symbolism of the entry: we're told that the wild type is meant to signify people who choose a religious life ("those who keep apart from this world wear the modest garb of penitence"), and this wild Slagzogg does look a bit more serious and... monastic? Like, that bird is a nun. (Also, thank you for including alt text.)

@cheapsweets (link to post here) also went with the direction of "well, it doesn't say 'bird'," and so we have this really charming image of a medieval person feeding their domestic... pterosaurs. Love it. Honestly, these alternate visions of the Middle Ages where people have entirely different domestic animals than our timeline are really appealing to me. Too much Dinotopia as a child, perhaps. Anyway, check out the linked post for substantially more detail, it's worth it. In fact, everyone reading this should just go ahead and follow all of the bestiaryposting participants. (Also, thank you for the alt text.)

@strixcattus (link to post here) is clearly thinking of the modern day's feral pigeons, formerly the result of selective breeding by pigeon fanciers. We can see the "fancy" domestic version on the left contrasted with the wild version on the right. (I think it's interesting that everyone who's drawn both has put the domestic Slagzogg on the left and the wild Slagzogg on the right.) Anyway, as is usually the case with Strixcattus, the writing included in the post is absolutely worth your time and you should read it. And again, follow them, as well as everyone who has ever contributed to bestiaryposting. Go do it; you won't regret it.

Now, to the Aberdeen Bestiary.

Beak shape aside, these are clearly geese.

I think the degree to which people guessed that varies somewhat; Strixcattus made a post suggesting they were leaning "pigeon", but Pomrania probably clocked it, because they described two Slagzoggs fighting as a "hissing match" despite hissing not being mentioned in the entry. I have no idea where everyone else landed.

Honestly, what I find interesting about this entry is that it's pulling symbolism while remaining pretty much entirely grounded in reality. Check this out:

The goose marks the watches of the night by its constant cry.

Okay, I don't know to what degree it's useful in marking time, but I don't doubt that geese make noise at night.

No other creature picks up the scent of man as it does.

That one I'm not sure about.

This next bit I cut because if anyone knows Roman history they'd nail it right out of the gate:

It was because of its noise, that the Gauls were detected when they ascended the Capitol. Rabanus says in this context: 'The goose can signify men who are prudent and look out for their own safety.'

Okay, that might be less history and more legend, but still, people know it, I think.

There are two kinds of geese, domestic and wild. Wild geese fly high, in a an orderly fashion, signifying those who, far away from earthly things, preserve a rule of virtuous conduct.

I can absolutely see medieval people looking up at geese flying in that V formation and going, "look how orderly these birds are; clearly they are virtuous creatures."

Domestic geese live together in villages, they cackle together all the time and rend each other with their beaks...

Yeah, that sounds like what geese would do in a village.

All wild geese are grey in colour; I have not seen any that were of mixed colour or white. But among domestic geese, there are not only grey but variegated and white ones. Wild geese are the colour of ashes, that is to say, those who keep apart from this world wear the modest garb of penitence.

This bit falls into the category of "I believe it, but it does not accord with my personal experience." Because if you told me that in Europe they had a variety of different aesthetically-pleasing domestic goose breeds, I'd have no problem believing that. And I'm sure some wild geese are gray. But I live in North America, so to me wild geese look like this:

And domestic geese look like this:

But again, I have no difficulty believing that the experience of the medieval Europeans was different from mine.

What really sticks out to me here is the fact that the characteristic behavior of domestic geese is to make noise and get in fights -- I think the Untitled Goose Game would have made perfect sense to a medieval audience.

(After the Smithfield Decretals)

#maniculum bestiaryposting #slagzogg

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minthandsoap · 1 year ago

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The Little Things

Marie and Jordan have different love languages

880 words

Marie was always better at words between the two of them. Always the one to ask the questions, make the apologies for being a little too loud in the library, says the “please” and “thank yous.” From the most stuck up professors to fucking newborn babies, she could melt hearts and bend anyone’s wills with just a few expertly crafted sentences and that dazzling smile.

With Jordan especially, Marie was a symphony of words. Her compliments to Jordan flowed freely, each one unique and tailored to highlight the best in Jordan. "You have the sweetest brown eyes," she would whisper in their ear, her voice a soft caress. Or, "You want the moon? Just say the word, and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down," she’d recite from some sappy movie she watched the other day. Her words weren't just empty compliments though, but heartfelt expressions of her love and admiration to Jordan.

She would say "I love you" not just with her words, but with her entire being. It was in the way she held their hand, they way her fingers intertwined with Jordan's, like a silent promise to them. It was in the way her eyes would just sparkle with warmth and tenderness. And it was in the way she would say it, not just as a some frivolous saying, but with genuine emotion that resonated within Jordan's soul.

Cuddling close to Jordan was her favorite pastime, her head resting comfortably on his chest as she recounted the day's events. Her voice, a soothing sound to Jordan’s everyday worries, would paint vivid pictures of her day, maybe talking about how fun she had during one of her combat training lessons or something mundane like the food she at at the cafe, often drawing him into her world. He would listen intently, always happy that Marie would spend time with them like this.

Jordan, on the other hand, was more of a “actions speak louder than words” type. Words tend to stumble on their tongue, a little clumsy and awkward. And it’s not like they don’t like talking. No, they talk a whole fucking lot, often quick jokes and sarcastic quips. They just struggled a bit with the “nice” part. But what they lacked in their words, they more than compensated for in gestures and deeds. A hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from Marie's forehead, a late-night surprise coffee run when she was hastily finishing an essay, a carefully chosen book left open on her desk with a single, underlined passage - these were the ways Jordan spoke their heart, to portray their love and devotion to Marie.

Jordan was constantly drawn to her, their arms instinctively wrapping around her waist whenever they were together. It was a way of anchoring themself to her presence. Even when surrounded by their friends, Jordan would find herself gravitating towards Marie, her arm encircling her waist like a protective shield, just listening to the chatter around her.

There was a particular comfort Jordan found in resting their head on Marie's lap. It was like a sanctuary, a safe haven where the world seemed to fade away and only the gentle touch of her fingers running through their hair remained. They would close their eyes and bask in the amazingly soothing sensation, smiling to themselves, happy and content with their touch.

But their roles reversed once they were alone, caught up in one another's desires. Jordan, would often take control, leaving Marie helplessly moaning and groaning as they relentlessly pumped their cock into her. She could only hold onto Jordan's arms for dear life as they fucked her with a ferocious passion. Or when they buried their tongue into Marie's pussy, gripping her thighs, spreading her eagle wide as they pumped their fingers relentlessly into her soaking pussy.

But no matter what they did, it always ended with Jordan buried deep inside of Marie, their bodies intertwined in a frenzy of passion. They would move together until they were both breathless, collapsing in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat.

And when they weren't fucking each other senseless, they were exploring other ways to pleasure one another. Jordan would often bury their tongue into Marie's pussy, gripping her thighs and spreading her wide as they pumped their fingers relentlessly into her soaking wet entrance.

Jordan, in contrast, became surprisingly vocal during their lovemaking. They would tease Marie, whispering the most obscene and decadent things into her ear. "Tell me how much you love my dick inside you, Marie," or "You're such a good girl for me, baby, the way you devour my pussy." The filthy words only served to heighten their pleasure, driving them both wild with desire. Marie would surrender herself completely to Jordan, reveling in their dominance and the intense pleasure it brought.

And when Jordan would cum, god they’d make the most beautiful noises, whispering the most scandalous things into Marie’s ears.

As they lay tangled together on the bed after yet another mind-blowing session of sex, Marie would lay quiet, wrapping her arms around them and Jordan would hug her tight, whispering sweet nothings into Marie's ears.

And they would do it all again.

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #jordanmarie #gen v marie #gen v jordan #limoreau fic

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tokiro07 · 29 days ago

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Ichi the Witch ch.8 thoughts

[I'm a Shark! Suck My Magiiik!! I'M A SHAAARK!!!]

(Topics: character analysis - Kumugi/Desscaras/Ichi, narrative utility - Hisame, speculation - Hisame's trial)

...Really? The village that was attacked by a shark is called Jauz Village?

I do love that, actually. I truly hope that this is the kind of humor we can expect to see going forward

In the meantime, Nishi continues to give us brief yet telling glimpses into the cast's characterizations

Kumugi

Picking up where we left off last week, Ichi again praises Kumugi for what she brings to the table: in this case, her ability to absorb and relay information, then form a plan based on it. She says she "just read a report," but Ichi doesn't strike me as someone capable of comprehending official documents, and Desscaras probably lacks the patience to do so

Kumugi's capabilities seem mundane, but "mundane" is just a negative way to frame "essential." The demands of everyday life require certain skills that, in their absence, make things much more difficult than they need to be. Ichi and Desscaras almost certainly could have figured out where Hisame was easily enough, but how long would it have taken? Long enough for the frozen people to die? Kumugi's presence streamlines the process, reducing the amount of effort the team as a whole needs to put just to reach the starting line

This isn't to say that Ichi and Desscaras aren't smart or quick-witted, though, as they both show off their unique capacities for intelligence

Desscaras

Where this chapter demonstrated Kumugi's logical intelligence, it also demonstrated Desscaras' emotional intelligence. As the team arrives at Hisame's base, Desscaras uses a sleep spell to prevent little Chrissy from being subjected to the horrible fate of her village

With how vain and self-absorbed Desscaras presents herself to be, I didn't get the impression that she was particularly kind or compassionate, but her ability to assess the situation and react so quickly and decisively to protect a child from emotional harm really speaks to where her heart lies

Coupled with last week's chapter, I get the impression that Desscaras isn't lonely because she views herself as better than others, but because they view her as better than them. She clearly has some understanding of people and the capacity to empathize with them, so I'm thinking that the cultural impression of "the Strongest Witch" has just made her difficult to approach rather than diminishing her ability to take interest in other people. The way she watched Ichi and Kumugi get along from afar suggests that that's a view she's used to; observing others and how they behave while she sulks in the corner

Ichi, meanwhile, similarly shows how his observation skills have honed his social and battle intelligence

Ichi

Just from the fact that Hisame was using her victims as building blocks, Ichi can tell that she a) enjoys hurting people and b) is confident in her own strength. Not only does this meet the conditions of Death for Death, but it also notifies Ichi of the best approach to the hunt: the straightforward approach

Rather than needing to set an elaborate trap with carefully positioned tripwires or bait, Ichi simply needs to appeal to Hisame's sense of superiority by issuing a direct challenge. By the time she shows up, and probably before he even shouted for her, he's already formulated his plan of attack, utilizing his Inazuri spell in a new and unique way

This does confirm my suspicion that spells aren't limited to one specific use, and the fact that Ichi managed to figure that out without any training illustrates his imaginative power and quick-wittedness

Unfortunately, Ichi's instincts turned out not to be particularly helpful in this situation

Hisame

The main draw of this chapter was definitely Hisame, who not only assuaged my fears that she'd be just a flying shark by having makeup, lacey fins, and a charmingly vain personality, but also showed off the variability and even the necessity of a Magik's trials

The revelation that Magiks are immune to damage outside of the parameters of their trials makes it so that violent tactics, even those that are well thought-out and strategic, won't always be effective. Uroro and Inazuri, whose trials were designed to create direct confrontations, were both easily overcome by Ichi's hunting because they allowed him to bypass the battles entirely and go straight for the kill, but Hisame is the opposite. Hisame herself is the one bypassing the battle simply by virtue of confrontation not being an option

The trials listed in ch.1, such as the "drink a lot of water" trial, the "hold fire for an hour" trial, and the "sleep on an iceberg" trial established the capacity for non-combative trials right off the bat, but Hisame's trial being about fashion is a dramatic turn from the established pattern of great personal risk. Honestly, I feel like Ichi would still pass those other ones pretty easily, like selecting the right pelt to keep warm in the ice trial, but in our first full arc Ichi is being confronted with a trial I simply don't think he's suited for

Naturally, then, I think that this sets up the perfect payoff to Kumugi's introductory character arc

Hidden Talent

As I said last week, there is so much that Ichi doesn't know about the world, and while his hunting outfit was pretty sick, he definitely made it solely with practicality in mind. I promise you, that man doesn't have a fashionable bone in his body; who's he ever needed to impress, the wolves?

So how could he possibly be expected to pass a test on fashion? What kind of trick does Nishi plan to have him pull??

Given the theme established at the very beginning of this arc, I'd say the trick will be...have Kumugi do it

I doubt she considers herself to be a fashionable person, but I'm confident that she'll be able to discern what Hisame considers fashionable and use that information to her advantage. It's the same kind of information gathering that I predicted would be used for Magik hunting just in a context that Ichi isn't suited for, establishing that we aren't going to fall into a repetitive or predictable series of literal hunts that happen to have magic in them

By giving Kumugi the first post-prologue win of the series, she would not only come to understand the theme of personal capability, but she'd also see her own value within the team, helping to solidify her sense of belonging and overcome her fears from last week's chapter. Plus, it would also give her access to what seems to be a particularly strong combat spell, something I'm sure she never expected to get, which would in turn give her a viable offensive option in upcoming battles

Or maybe she'll just say or do something that will inspire Ichi to figure out a solution. I wouldn't be mad about that, since it's definitely too early for Kumugi to overcome her anxieties, but I'd like to see her make a big step for her first impression as a member of the team, so at the very least I hope that she isn't just going to watch and learn this arc and wait until a later one to start contributing

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

#ichi the witch #madan no ichi #4y1a reviews #fouryearsandananime

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heymrspatel · 2 months ago

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ART TAG

thanks for tagging me @deathclassic @kiennilove @suzy-queued @doshiart and @sgtmickeyslaughter 🥰💙

Have you always been interested in creating art? i have, yea! i've been drawing for as long as i can remember!

What's your favourite medium to use? If digital, what programs do you like? right now i would say digital since it's what i use the most nowadays. i use procreate on an ipad that is about to give out on me (and i really really need it to NOT do that).

Do you create outside of fandom? yea, i make silly little sketches for myself almost daily. just to stay sane while i work a corporate 9-5. those will never see the light of day.

Share something you haven't finished and/or never got around to posting this is like 90% done... but i never posted it because i didn't feel good with it at the time lol like something was off and i felt like i would have to undo too much to get it where i wanted it to be... (does this make sense?)

Favourite piece you've made? this is hard! i feel like it changes all the time? i'm going to go with this one because i really like how the background turned out and because i'm a soft bitch

Draw your icon in a minute or less hehe his cheeks

An underrated piece you've made in your opinion 'baby boy' idk i think it's really soft and lovely

but also, a lot of the kinktober pieces… i’ve been so so so very proud of them because they’re so vulnerable and i think i did a nice job with some of them, but they don’t quite take off 😅

Do you do art in a professional setting? i do not. my work is the furthest thing i could get from being creative.

A piece you don't like but did really well on social media uuuhhh i think i'll skip this one! simply because i could pick apart probably everything i've ever posted lol!

Post an old piece and compare it to your most recent, what are the similarites? i'm not going to do my most recent because it's kinktober and i also went for a pretty different style... SO! i'll do the first comic style one i did and the latest one!

the color palette is still the same, they're still very soft and gone for each other, i really love a gentle face hold!

Have you ever collaborated with another artist/s? i don't think i have? but i've collaborated with a couple of writers to make some pieces for their fics!

What piece has the most notes? Are you surprised? roadtrip boys! i'm not really surprised, not for nothing but i did my thing here. there's lots of details, storytelling, dreamy colors. i get it.

Who/What is your favourite subject matter? tbh it's landscapes or mundane still lifes...lol!! "julissa, not bowls of fruit!", everyone cried! you'd be correct. not that. but everyday kind of humdrum but meaningful pieces. atmospheric. yanking you back to a point in time. - i did a drawing of my grandma's vanity once. with her lipsticks and little lotions and stuff. like that.

Show us something not from fandom you've made here go:

Where do you like to create? on my couch. absolutely hunched over like a shrimp.

Do you have a tag that you use to group your creations? Tell us so people can follow it i do! i put everything under myart

Give yourself a shoutout, where can we commission/buy/follow you for more pieces? i don't do commissions or have anything for sale and i also don't exist anywhere else lamdsflj i'm just here and i crosspost on ao3 💙

i'll tag @deedala @michellemisfit @gallapiech @lingy910y @vintagelacerosette @gallawitchxx @spookygingerr @romidoes if you'd like to play! if not, this is just me giving you a little nose boop!

#this was alot of fun molly!! thank you for thinking of me and tagging me 💙#tag game

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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X-Files' Collector's Edition: Fight the Future Fics (Part I)

No introduction necessary, I think.

Loose chronological order below~!

astronaught's Equilibrium - Entr'acte

""He doesn’t like having an aversion to smallness because it means he might reject a truth for being insufficiently grand. Tall tales curdle in Kurtzweil’s mouth, and for the eighty-seventh time that year he feels dirtied by their hold on him....

If their work was going to be destroyed by anything, he didn’t think it would be because she lost her nerve. He and she share a tendency to hold their noses when it comes to dealing with the spiritually mundane, but they don’t do so childishly....

But all the same. Their intellectual honesty has always been its own kind of snobbery. It isn’t really smallness (nor practicality, nor effort) that he’s averse to, but rather inefficiency of a very specific kind. His duty is to the necessary. To the fundamentally true....

And he thought she was the same.""

Mulder and Scully spin their wheels, confused and hurt by each other's lines they draw about the work.

red2007's Icarus

""One breath. Two breaths. Chest compressions.

Molten lava was licking through his veins. Every movement he made, every memory he conjured was a four alarm fire coursing through his body. He’d been pulled closer to her everyday since they’d first met, no one else heard him or bothered to listen. No one could see him the way she did, she made him feel relevant. Her trust in him made him feel invincible. He didn’t remember what life was like before her, he didn’t care to.

He was terrified of a life without her and it was burning him up from the inside out. This partnership turned friendship turned codependency turned love…he didn’t know how to survive without it.""

Mulder's body is on fire with adrenaline as he pushes its limits to save his partner.

@leiascully's (Ao3)

OctoberFicFest Day 6: Frost (Ao3)

""He’s too desperate to revive her to think of how empty, how shattered his heart will be if she doesn’t wake up.""

Mulder ruminates on twisted fairytales while saving his frosted partner.

To The Ends Of The Earth (Ao3)

""He’s still shivering, even in his suit in the sun in the summer. He’s seen her shivering too. They’ve both been drinking more coffee since Antarctica. He’s been watching her lace her fingers around her mugs, just letting the warmth seep into her. He hopes his hand is as soothing to her as the terrible coffee in the bullpen.

“If I quit now, they win,” she said. He turns it over and over in his mind as they walk. He doesn’t know where they’re going. He doesn’t care. They’re together. They survived. They have their work. That’s all that matters to him anymore, Scully and the work.""

Post FTF Mulder and Scully leisure around DC, he enjoying and she surprising.

@scapegrace74-blog/scapegrace74's Walking After You

""It was foreordained that Mulder be beside her. Where fear and the improbable intersected in her life, there was her partner, vigilant defender against all her katabases. She no longer questioned his presence there. He simply was.

...Her beautiful Don Quixote, caring only for the quest, and not its consequences.""

Scully pulls Mulder to her on the ice, contemplating her childhood dreams and her partner's revitalized wonder.

@all-these-ghosts's (Ao3

if i am hopeful - Chapter 6

""After everything, all of the strife and regret, she will die here. In this great whiteness. They say that freezing to death is an easy way to go, but she is a doctor and a realist and nothing, nothing has ever been easy for them.

He has already stopped shivering.""

Scully is convinced she and Mulder will freeze to death, noting his deterioration but grateful to perish with him.

unfinished business

""This is Scully, he reminds himself. Scully who follows him on every insane adventure, who pulls him back from the edge, who not even a year ago was dying in a hospital bed while he raged, unable to contend with his absolute powerlessness.

And now, here in his living room: he is not powerless.""

AU-- Scully is overthinking her rescue, questioning why Mulder went to the ends of the earth for her. He finally demonstrates why.

@scully/humancredentials’s

a series of tumblr prompts - Chapter 8 (Ao3)

""Her eyes sting, her tears freezing on her face as soon as they fall. She feels the ache in her bones and her lungs burn with every inhale of cold air. She presses her cracked lips to his forehead and tastes blood. His, she thinks, but she’s not sure....

“Mulder,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse and underused. He doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, this foolish hero of hers that followed her to the ends of the earth. He has given her his warmest clothes.""

Scully begs her partner to stay awake, thrilled and relieved when he cracks a joke.

@frangipanidownunder’s (Ao3)

I Love You Prompts: Tiny Fics - Chapter 2

""Thank you,” she says and her voice is cracked like the ice.

He doesn’t know what to say. She would have done the same for him. Had done the same. Their rescues of each other are becoming more epic by the year. He chuffs out a laugh at the thought but it gets stuck in the frozen air.""

Mulder drags Scully to the Snocat, letting Scully off the hook for not remembering the hallway completely. They always save each other, after all.

Cold, happy, tired.

""She can recall his expression though. Standing before her in that chamber, willing her to breathe. His lips parted, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and happiness. Wet hair flopping over his face. He had saved her and himself - the relieved note in his voice told her that. In that moment, a tiny speck of time between them, she knew she loved him. Irrefutably. The thought flashed through her mind, a bolt of reality. It warmed her chest, spurred her on.""

AU-- Scully sees the spaceship; and, mind blown, helps drag her weary partner to safety, welcoming his tiny little move.

@sixhours/6hoursgirl's (FFN) Waking Hours - Chapter 1 (FFN)

""Mulder,” she tries again, jaw aching with the effort. “Wake up.”

He does, then, ice crystal lashes blinking open to reveal muddy hazel eyes. His lips form her name, a soundless whisper cast into the storm, received by mutual telepathy.""

Scully wakes Mulder up in the icefield, pulling him away from looking for the spaceship he claimed to have seen for more practical pursuits.

@scullydubois/scully_dubois's txf prompts - Chapter 2

""He is numb to everything except a weight and warmth near--one that could not possibly have originated from him, for he has known nothing except ragging breath and stillness for...well, he doesn’t know how long. There are no sunrises or sunsets here to mark the time.

He remembers, then, why he is here. That he’s not alone. That he came here to rescue the one person that’s ever believed him when he needed it, and that he did, and so she must be here, she must be that weight against his side.""

Mulder wakes to Scully, filling her while on the ice and leaving it open-ended on how to go forward.

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66’s

Never Let You Go

""For as long as I live I’ll never be able to get the image of her in that capsule out of my head. It will haunt me till the day I die.""

Mulder drags Scully back to the Snocat, both vowing to never let the other go.

Helpless

""I’m too late.

As I helplessly pump at her chest I begin to feel the sobs. My chest and my throat feel like they are being ripped open with the force of them.

She’s gone. Scully is dead and there is no point in living.""

Mulder has a nightmare; and he makes a move on Scully while she attempts to comfort him.

@i-gaze-at-scully’s (Ao3)

Tundra

""I saw it,” you whispered, holding me, as the loose wet hair around your face froze in strands.

Belief as soft and fresh as the snow we laid in insulated us from the cold.""

Mulder and Scully lay on the tundra, warmed by their belief.

Pad Thai and poison apples

""They get out together though, naturally, at the basement level. Scully wants to be smug, wants to rub it in Diana’s face that this is her office, her work, her.... she wants to, but she can’t. Not without a nameplate on the door. Or even a desk.""

Post FTF Diana goads Scully about not getting a lunch invite from Mulder. And even though he'd forgotten about Fowley, it doesn't soothe the sting.

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa) and LaVa, Jacquie and Tess

Fight the Good Fight

""His cot was less than ten feet from hers but it might as well have been ten miles. She was exhausted by the time she reached his side. Collapsing onto the floor beside him, she called to him.

"Mulder. It's me."

Fear sent her heart bumping against her breastbone when he didn't stir.""

Scully is worried for her partner, both physically and mentally: it's obvious that he's losing his drive for a quest that always hurts her.

@allyinthekeyofx’s (Ao3)

Small Considerations Between Partners - 6 (Ao3)

""Because mostly what I remember is the fear; the absolute all encompassing terror I felt when I tried to swallow and discovered my throat was blocked by a tube, gagging as I tried to scream, to shout, to have someone please come to get it out of me. This invader of my prone body that stole my breath and rendered me almost hysterical as I fought with everything I had to lift my hands in an attempt to rid myself of it; the restraints that prevented me from doing so biting cruelly in to the soft flesh of my wrists even as I arched myself from the bed, the high pitched sound of alarms piercing my already aching head as I silently screamed for him to help me, needing him to find me, to save me just this one last time as scalding tears streamed down my face only to become instantly chilled against my skin.""

Scully is traumatized while recovering from her experience; but Mulder is there (as always) to comfort and reassure.

@danascullysrationalism/ARoadInCapeCod's Whatever's Left

""For too long, she had been his ripcord.... She would always bring him up and out. Alive.... It had saved him too many times when he wandered too far in the ticks of light that led him astray. She was the storm that let him live. He always knew there was something righteous inside her.

This was all he could do to thank her.""

Scully is lost in her recovery, knowing she can't follow Mulder forever; and Mulder is lost watching her recover, knowing he can't give her more.

chezamanda's The Five Times Fox Mulder Didn’t Tell Dana Scully He Loved Her (and the One Time He Did)

""Now here they are, still together even though it feels like the world is constantly trying to keep them apart. If I quit now, they win.

FTF (amongst other seasons) Mulder ruminates thrice on his awe of and love for Scully.

Singing_Violin's This I Can Do

""We are so cold. But she is alive. I am thankful for that.""

The one thing that Fox Mulder can do is hold Dana Scully.

@broadcastnews1987/audries/@kennedyandheidi/inkspl0tchess's (WBM 1/2/3)

string theory (or seven times dana scully wore fox mulder's clothes)

""be careful,” she thinks she says as the medics move them into the helicopter. the voice in her head is cool, detached, precise. hypothermia demands gentle treatment, it says. he needs me, she tries to tell them, he told me so. she doesn’t know why they won’t let her hold his hand.

two days later and he is slouching in her doorway wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. he tilts his head to wait for permission and she uncurls her fingers to open her palm like a flower.""

Scully's hypothermia hinders her responses but not her resolve-- to care for and stay with her partner.

DanaScully77's Delirium

""Dearie, you really shouldn’t be speaking.” The nurse is kind with a calming hand on his chest. “Do you remember what happened?”

Mulder shakes his head no. His eyes are pleading with the nurse, confusion too thick in his brain to make sense of anything around him. All that keeps ringing in his mind is that Scully is hurt and that he needs to get to her.

“You both were found in Antarctica by a team of scientists exploring disturbances in the ice. Do you remember how you got there?”

Flashes of alien testing tubes fill his mind and his jaw opens. “Scully.""

The Unnatural Mulder remembers comforting Scully during the events of FTF. Now, they enjoy hot cocoa at his apartment, happy.

@frogsmulder/Brynstein's Chapter 1: Post Fight the Future

""Mulder, it's me."

He couldn't help but let a laugh go down the line. "Never have I heard sweeter words, Scully."

"Mulder?" The was a pause of quiet, no doubt filled by the rise of a singular eyebrow. "Have you just taken your meds?""

Post FTF Mulder wanders around, bored, before calling Scully to re-patch his wound.

@mashnotesofthemythopoeic/Penumbra/The_Mythopoeic - Works/Penumbra's X-Files Fiction (Alt., Zuffy's Tripod)

The Cretan Paradox

""No minotaur," she says, as they gain the center.

"Looking for trouble, Scully?" he asks, with some intent. His soft mouth quirks.

Labyrinths, Mulder explains, are convoluted journeys fraught with dead ends and blind passages, and are solved by intuition and creativity. "But a maze is a left-brained puzzle." He looks down at her, eyes narrow and warm in the afternoon light. Not unlike you, his eyes say.""

Post FTF Mulder takes Scully to a maze, showing her how to always escape it and leading up to his tentative movie night invite.

AUs

@oceanofthesky/noifsandsorbees’s White Noise (Ao3)

""She smiles and she laughs. A lot.” Mulder says suddenly, and his eyes are faraway, lit up and peaceful. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What are you talking about, Mulder?”

“Scully. The rare moments when she lets herself be happy. It’s really something.""

Mulder and Scully may resolve things between them in the hallway, but she's still reassigned. Many phone calls, doubts, and insecurities plague their long-term relationship, deeply rooted by the time they're reunited.

@starwalker42 (Ao3

can't stay awake

""Underneath our cocoon of blankets, trembling fingers wrap around mine. I barely feel the contact, but I’m glad for it all the same. It’s not lost on me that not an hour ago, she was frozen in ice on the brink of death, and now she’s the one comforting me. She’s too good at this – looking after me when she’s the one in pain. I know I don’t deserve Dana Scully. I certainly don’t deserve to die next to her. But I’m glad that if I have to go, I get to go like this.""

Mulder keeps a slurring Scully awake by bantering about penguins; but the two of them soon slow on the ice, dropping a love you before they succumb to sleep.

@o6666666's (Ao3) Prompts 1, 2, and 83

""He came with a big bottle of aloe, planning to paint her cheeks with it. How funny that his conscientious Scully should get sunburned in the dog days of August from lying out on the ice. (It wasn’t funny.)

They’d brought her all the way to Antarctica in her skirt suit. He pictured the henchmen in their parkas and gloves and boots, none of them caring how she shivered.""

Mulder's guilt over his ice-burned, clingy Scully almost destroys the potential between them. She sees past his reticence and reassures.

2plumsandagherkin's Like You Wanted to

""Do you remember anything that happened… in the hallway?” he asked, tentatively.

“No, what happened in the hallway?”

He explained about her getting stung by the bee and the ambulance crew taking her and trying to shoot him, but she had the feeling he was leaving something out.""

Scully doesn't recall the hallway incident until later, rushing over to Mulder's and affirming her love.

@frostbitepandaaaaa/FrostbitePanda’s Four Days AU

""If she had just followed her parents’ wishes... she would be laying in a king bed right now. Safe in some boring suburb with a dog and perhaps even some handsome husband watching reruns of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman and idly wondering what it would feel like to be a pioneer, a woman planted on the edge of the unknown, spread before her vast and endless and hers for the taking.

That’s what Mulder gave her— a borderless realm, a fertile landscape lain with both the dreadful and the sublime.

“I’ve always felt… that it should interest me. That… in order to be a real person in the world, I needed to want those things.” She shakes her head, tilted back on the seat, staring at the riveted ceiling, beaded with condensation.

A great breath shifts out of him, but he says nothing.

“But the only thing that has ever made me feel like a real person, Mulder, is you.""

While trapped in the Snocat for four days, Mulder and Scully reopen their hallway discussion and plan for a first date that is not over file cabbage packaged meals. Diana tries to throw a wrench in that; but Skinner is not going to sit idly by at the FBi shindig.

Ann Ripley's Any Resemblance

""The chip was reinserted and her health steadily improved. I know this because I was able to watch the process through a two-way mirror.... They cured her but also filtered out all her memory of our work, our partnership, our love.

Anna's recovery and future safety was the price I paid for my silence. Any subsequent investigation into the consortium or revelation of colonization plans would result in the cancer's return. It was not too high a price to pay. I would do it again in a second.

The show debuted a year after Mrs. Spriggs wheeled Anna out of the consortium-run hospital and started a new life.""

FTF was based on the life of two real people; but the fact was separated from fiction after the unhappy reality. The man who Mulder was based on watches the show, ruminating on all that never and really was.

Enjoy!

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sarucane · 1 year ago

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OFMD Spiral Narrative 47: What Would Jeff Do?

Intro: What I love most about how season 2 builds on season 1 of OFMD is the spiral narrative structure. Ground is repeatedly and explicitly re-trod from season 1 to season 2, but in season 2 everything goes deeper than season 1. Meanings are shuffled, emotions are stronger and truer, and transformation is showcased above everything. The first season plucks certain notes, then the second season plucks the same ones--but louder, and then it weaves them together to create a symphony.

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Ed identifies himself as "Jeff" twice in the series, once in each season. In the first season, the name--and the personality that goes with it--is essentially a throwaway, a casual lie as Ed reaches for a childhood fantasy. But using that name also gives Ed an excuse to disconnect from himself, from his own fears and insecurities. When the name reappears in season 2, he's no longer strong enough internally to maintain that dissonance. But then a funny thing happens: by the end of the series, Ed absorbs "Jeff" into his everyday self, as he sets out on a new chapter in his life.

The first time Ed mentions "Jeff," it's when he's attending a fancy party with Stede. The implication is that he's been fantasizing about something like this ever since he was a child--but his reasons for choosing his name and profession here are shallow.

The joke, of coure, is that Ed, who's lived a mad life, would find this mundane name and dull job "exotic." And even then, he doesn't really know how to reach for a different life. His reaction to experiencing fear at the party is to project his own everyday methods of survival onto "Jeff."

Not only that, but he then proceeds to tell stories as himself, but pretending to be "Jeff."

The only reason the "Jeff" persona survives this is that people think he's telling tales. The division between "Ed" and "Jeff" is broken in Ed's mind, but to these people Ed doesn't really exist. This might look like a kind of integration, but it's not. It's all about pageantry, and the ideas people are projecting onto Ed.

By the end of the night, Ed's not even being called "Jeff" anymore. They've given him a new cruel nickname.

The "Jeff" identity fails to give Ed any safety in this unfamiliar setting, and he almost immediately loses control of its meaning.

In season 2, Ed resurrects Jeff, complete with a new title: innkeeper.

On the one hand, this actually immediately signals how Ed's matured since the first time he called himself "Jeff." He chose accounting because the word sounded good, but he demonstrates having actually thought about innkeeping and why he'd like it.

Accounting was just a word to Ed, but innkeeping is something he can draw on his own experience to understand (kinda), translating it into terms that are relevant to his life.

That said, Ed still demonstrates a level of removal from the situation. He doesn't really believe at this point that he could have a life like "Jeff the Innkeeper" (just like he feared he couldn't have a life like Jeff the Accountant).

And he immediately attacks himself for thinking he could have a life like this. Hornigold is Ed: when Hornigold sneers at the idea that Ed could become something other than a pirate, that's Ed sneering at himself.

But then the seasons diverge. In season 1, Ed never mentioned Jeff or accounting again. In fact, he never restarts his lessons on "the ways of an aristocrat" again, abandoning the dream for the shallow thing it is. Because he doesn't want it anymore. He wants something else.

The meaning of that scrap of silk he carried used to be that he'd always long for something fine he could never have; now there's someone in front of him who thinks he's "fine" himself. He doesn't need to long for more, he has more.

In season 2, Ed also never mentions Jeff again. But he does mention becoming an innkeeper again.

Not only that, he expands the idea of innkeeping to include Stede.

In season 1, Jeff was a version of Ed who had all of the benefits of piracy (determination, good stories), but none of the drawbacks; a version of Ed who was worthy of all the things Ed feared he was unworthy of. An innocent, childhood fantasy.

In season 2, Jeff is gone. There's just Ed, who is no longer trying to reconcile dissonant versions of himself, who is putting aside piracy to try to grow in different ways. A version of Ed who is adult, and flawed--and loved.

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd meta #ed teach #stede bonnet #blackbonnet

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aprettyspy · 2 years ago

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For the wonderful @bishybarnaby. Happy Birthday sweetie

Happy Birthday Q

Bond had noticed it as soon as he had returned south from Skyfall. Despite an absolute shed load of work to do as a result of Silva's decimation of their security, Q had taken the time to mark the birthday of one of his minions. There had been cake, singing and the surprise gift of the afternoon off. Each time Bond called to Q Branch, there seemed to be a desk covered in cards, or semi-deflated, shiny helium balloons. Three months after Skyfall, Bond had arrived to return his equipment only to find Q hanging up birthday bunting in preparation for the morning.

He didn't see the fascination with birthdays himself. He had a vague recollection of cake and singing from when he was 7? 8? There had never been a big party- so few other children in the area. At Eton, his birthday had only served to remind him of how alone he was- no big parcels of food and cake for him. As he'd grown older, he had even begun to see his birthday as a steady march towards the inevitable; each one firmly reminding him of the ever shortening odds of him remaining alive.

Clearly, though, his Quartermaster loved them. James imagined a childhood of parties and games, maybe visits to museums and art galleries as he grew up. Definitely a lot of love and warmth. Why else would he insist on making such a fuss of them?

Ten and a half months after he and Q had first met, James had found a small, shiny wrapped parcel in the go-bag he had retrieved from the Aston's boot. Suspicious of an unknown object, he had laid it carefully on the bed, circling it. There were no ticks, it had no smell and wasn't moving or shaking in any way. Gun unholstered, he pulled on the bow, the silver-grey ribbon falling away to reveal a box. Nestled within were a pair of oval cufflinks, platinum and engraved with his initials. He found the note underneath the cushion:

"Happy Birthday, Bond. Do take care of these, they contain a tracker, of course, but also an EMD that will disable all electronic devices within 10 meters, quite the range, if I do say so myself. Regards, Q"

It was only as he shot his cuffs to admire them in place did Bond calculate this was the first birthday gift anyone in MI6 had ever given him and his first since a girlfriend 17 years ago.

***

Bond threw the paper folder at the wall in disgust, the 4 sheets contained within floating gently to the ground. He had reached another dead end. Every single time he thought he had a lead, it just turned out to be a brick wall. The Quartermaster didn't have a birthday. When Q had adopted his new identity, it had not come with such a mundane thing as a birth date - or confirmable age. Such a good job had been done in burying his previous existence that even calling in 3 favours had resulted in drawing a blank. So, he decided to try a different approach.

A few careful questions, a lifetime of reading micro expressions because his life depended on it and some word association meant Bond had narrowed it down to February. He then launched a campaign of attrition. He asked, begged, pleaded, hounded, harassed and even threatened Q to tell him when Q's own birthday was. None of it worked.

Which is why Q now found his office filled with 5 balloon displays, 3 bouquets of flowers, a number of half eaten trays of doughnuts, no less than 12 birthday cards and a pile of unopened gifts. Bond had just treated the previous 2 weeks as if everyday was Q's birthday. Each offering had received the same response; a shake of Q's head and a muttering of, "but it's not my birthday."

February 21st arrived overcast, but a little milder than the previous few days. Bond arrived at Q's office for 9.30 a.m. He handed Q a takeaway cup of Earl Grey and a small, red gift bag. Q placed the tea down carefully and met Bond's hopeful gaze. For the first time, he actually opened his gift - a selection of 3 colognes from his favourite place. Raising his head, he smiled at Bond:

"Thank you, James. It has been a very long time since I marked my birthday."

Bond beamed in delight."So I finally got it right? Happy birthday, Q! May I give you a hug?"

Q nodded and Bond drew him into a warm, relaxing hug. They stayed there for a long moment. Both men knew Q was lying, but they didn't care. From now on, as far as James was concerned, February 21st would always be Q's birthday and he was already planning how to outdo himself next year.

#happy birthday bishy #james bond #00q #00q fic #fluff #secret birthdays #Q loves birthdays

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millydrawsthis · 8 hours ago

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What are the personalities of each of the fallen humans? Also, what did they look like before they died?

I am SO glad you asked!! Augh talking about ALL of them is some of most craziest brain dumps and yet I wanna keep it sort of short.

The human souls I draw here are from my AU AnotherTale. Where our protagonist, Freed, their soul is combined with a monster soul and an artificial human soul—which is mixed with the souls of the previous fallen down children.

They’re all different, and all complex in their own ways. It all determined on how different people viewed them when they controlled Freed.

Take Kindness for example..

Kindness was—is an 12-year boy who makes it known that he is 12 in a half, his birthday was soon. He was willingly kind to others, regardless of their actions or attitudes. He was known for it throughout the places he visited in the underground. He would say on the surface too, but he doesn’t really remember what they said about him above. He just hopes it was kind.

He had generosity, its evident in both grand gestures and small, everyday acts. From making sure he kept the light on because you’re scared of the dark, or sacrificing his life for the sake of all monsters. His hopefulness is another defining trait; he faced challenges with an optimistic outlook, always believing in the possibility of better outcomes and brighter days.

However, everyone has flaws. Kindness is also a people pleaser, frequently putting the needs and desires of others before his own. His desire to be liked and accepted sometimes lead him to neglect his own preferences and needs, making it difficult for him to assert himself or make independent decisions. His indecisiveness is a reflection of this tendency, as he often struggled to make choices, fearing disapproval or conflict. He could never decide if someone was yelling at him to do something else. But hey, at least he likes to cook.

He’s loved by most people when he’s in control, surely a favorite among most. Because you know,

He’s kind.

kinda reminds me of Dream Sans

But there are favorites, and least favorites— like Justice—

Justice is a 15 year old who always strives to right the wrongs he saw around him. He’s disciplined, Punctual— always making meeting him worth both of y’all’s time. He works really hard all the time—at least that’s what he screams about—sometimes he still tries to bring justice for his friends in his AU, but he isn’t as determined on that mission as he once was. There’s no point for something like that if you’re dead.

However he has a fierce temper. Injustice ignites a fiery rage within him that he sometimes struggles to control. Not like he tries to, he says it fuels his righteousness. His trust issues are a big problem when trying to have relationships with others—not that he really wants friends anyway but betrayals, both real and perceived, left him wary of others' intentions, and it took time for him to let people close.

Justice could be judgmental, quick to form strong opinions about people's actions and motives. This trait sometimes alienated those who did not live up to his high standards. Despite his moral convictions, he’s not immune to hypocrisy. He’s the biggest hypocrite you’ll ever meet, and thats no exaggeration. He’ll look you in the eye and spit on you if you dare do something he doesn’t deem good, and then turn around and do the same thing. But he believes it’s for a better reason than yours.

He’s a simple kid, who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about most of the time.

He has a best friend—or well his best friend says he’s his best friend—but no one thinks that’s true.

Bravery is 13-year-old boy who stood out in every situation, whether mundane or terrifying. From climbing the tallest trees to standing up to monsters who stood in his way. And unlike his righteous friend, Bravery’s spirit was matched by a non-judgmental heart; he welcomed everyone with open arms, never quick to criticize or cast aspersions. He was confident, and always sure of himself—he never second guessed the decisions he made. Unless he really had time to thing about it. He’s a more in the moment kind of guy.

Yet, beneath his “heroic and extraordinary” exterior, he was a sore loser, taking defeats to heart and sometimes reacting poorly when things didn't go his way. This sensitivity extended to almost every aspect of his life; he took everything personally, even minor slights or criticisms. He wasn’t good doing team sports with.

His pride was another prominent aspect of his personality. Bravery had a deep sense of self-worth and confidence—though it was hard to believe because of how much he’d lie to seem interesting— but this sometimes tipped into arrogance, making it hard for him to admit mistakes or accept help. Because who needs help if you’re better than everyone else?

A hero to all, or to all that actually really cared about her. This is one of my personal favorite Souls, mostly because I just think she’s cool—

Integrity is a 12-year-old girl who was unwavering in her commitment to her morals, always striving to do what she believed was right, regardless of the circumstances.

Generosity was a cornerstone of her character. She had a remarkable ability to give selflessly, whether through sharing her belongings or offering her time and attention to those in need.

Her caring nature extended beyond mere acts of kindness; she had a genuine empathy for others, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear. Everyone who’s ever met her said she was a great listener, and gave great advice—aggressively sure—but it was always still helpful.

Her energetic spirit was complemented by an unwavering loyalty. She stood by her friends and family with a fierce dedication, always putting their needs and well-being above her own.

Yet, integrity was not without her flaws. Her stubbornness often led her to cling firmly to her own opinions, even in the face of overwhelming evidence or advice to the contrary. This sometimes caused tension with those around her, as she was unwilling to compromise or reconsider her stance.

She would never admit she’s wrong, not even if she had to die for it.

This pride, combined with her impulsive nature, led her to act on whims without fully considering the consequences. Her decisions were often driven by immediate emotions rather than careful thought. She once scoffed at the “think before you act” saying.

Ooh, here comes the two everyone is waiting for. (Or mostly just the two I’m excited to talk about)

Let’s start with a know it all— as everyone on the surface who knew him would say.

Perseverance is a 14-year-old boy who—no matter the challenge—possessed an unyielding determination to keep moving forward.

His intelligence was immediately apparent, manifesting not just in his academic work on the surface, but also in his keen understanding of the world. He knows a lot about things that you think he shouldn’t, but he does anyway, and he enjoys telling you how much he does know.

Hes a naturally passive boy, perseverance prefers to observe rather than to participate actively. He has a calm demeanor, often found quietly watching the world go by, absorbing and reflecting on what he saw, writing it down in his little notebook. It gave him a unique perspective on life, and a hint of existential dread.

But it never mattered how smart perseverance was, how smart he is now, because despite his perseverance, he was often plagued by cowardice. He struggled with fear in many situations, avoiding confrontation and shying away from anything that seemed too risky or challenging. Most thinks it’s how he survived for that long in the underground.

Apathy also marked his character. He often seemed detached, indifferent to the emotions and needs of others. This lack of empathy made it difficult for him to form deep connections, as he rarely showed concern for those around him. In fact, sometimes he says things to get a rise out of others—he writes the reactions down if it’s interesting enough.

His intelligence, while a gift, also led to a degree of arrogance. Perseverance had a tendency to be a know-it-all, frequently asserting his opinions and dismissing those of others. He’ll tell you everything he thinks he knows about you, make it bold and hurtful. This made him seem very unapproachable and condescending, further isolating him from his peers.

He’s ONE of least favorite ones, both among the other Souls and people in the multiverse, but hey, at least he beats—

Patience, 14-year-old girl who had an innate ability to recognize the right moment for every action, never rushing and always thinking clearly, even in the most stressful situations. Always waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Like her “friend” integrity, She’s a great listener, offering a sympathetic ear and gentle advice to friends and family. Of course, for a different reason.

She was often seen as a coward, avoiding confrontations and shying away from situations that required boldness. Her sensitivity made her prone to tears, earning her the label of a crybaby. Small things could upset her deeply, and her emotions were always close to the surface. She enjoys the pity.

Despite this, she harbors a vengeful side. If wronged, Patience found it difficult to forgive and forget, holding onto grudges with surprising and most of the time extremely violent tenacity for someone so young and gentle in other aspects.

But above all this, she is always bored. It’s like if you put a mint in a coke bottle, but the mint was just curiosity. Apart from Justice, patience is one of the most aggressive soul in AnotherTale. But the difference between the two is that she waits. She was born waiting after all. She waits until that cause for curiosity comes to her itself. She likes it the most when it’s a someone, it’s more interesting that way. Though most people don’t catch onto her Malicious tendencies until it’s too late. She’s just so kind.

Anddd for their past selves. They’re just the same as what they looked before they died, except with legs, and pupils. No one cared about these children enough, that’s why no one knows their actual names. No one bothers to ask.

A drawin I made like many months before

SORRY if any of this gets confusing, I have a weird way of writing like I’m in some gothic poetry novel or some shit. Idk! If you have any more questions I’d be overjoyed to share!

#undertale au #anothertale #freed #6 human souls #digtal drawing #milly’s asks #milly’s art #perserverance #patience #kindness #bravery #justice #integrity #Three of us sleep next to three others #utmv #utmv au

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This is neither here nor there but I love the idea of gaara being super into music but *solely* to have deep thoughts about the lyrics while almost disregarding the music itself entirely. mcr famous last words 'I am not afraid to keep on living/ I am not afraid to walk this world alone' 🤔 wow just like when I spoke to kankuro. carly rae jepsen call me maybe 'before you came into my life I missed you so bad' 🤔 the depth of yearning for a precious thing missing from your life that you dont even realise you're missing. billy joel piano man 'they're sharing a drink they call loneliness/ but it's better than drinking alone' 🤔 the pain of loneliness leads one to seek companionship in the most unlikely of places. Do you see my vision

Thank you for this ask as it has allowed me to consider aspects of Gaara I would've never thought of.

Mostly, I think Gaara is a little...hmmm....BORING! But then again, I don't think that's true, either. Let me explain:

I don't think that, according to his "default", he has appreciation for things like music, art, fiction or movies. Likely this is the result of how he was raised in isolation, where the feelings conjured by artists eluded him because he couldn't relate to the characters nor appreciate the source the story came from. This habit of disregarding things that weren't "more serious" or "relevant" to his everyday life then carried over to his current self, as since becoming Kazekage, he really has no time to partake in leisure (but very necessary) practices like experiencing art.

Now here's where the complexity of Gaara's character really comes into play:

I believe, wholeheartedly, that Gaara would actually make a FANTASTIC artist, and that he could learn to be moved through art with the right guidance and proding.

Gaara has poor art literacy. He doesn't see a movie or read a book to explore themes; rather he sees them as very objective plot lines such as "first A happened, then B, then C, then it ends."

Basically, Gaara can parse through a story for information but he needs to work on tapping into his empathy for characters that may not exist.

I guarantee that if you get this man into a book club, he would show up to the second or third meeting after reading a few chapters and he would be BLOWN AWAY by what other people had observed; the emotion, the themes, the ambiguity, the subtle things he missed because he wasn't reading the book "correctly."

It would be a borderline religious experience for him, I swear to you.

Even with music, as you suggest. Gaara would see it as "noise" but you get him to really think about what emotion in conjures - what power can be moved through lyrics - and suddenly his mind would be completely and totally blown. Especially if you get him with the symbolism of different instruments. He would suddenly see it as a language that he didn't even know existed (which he would find really cool)!

As I said before, he would probably make a really great artist himself. If you sit him down and you tell him to paint, draw, sculpt, or even write a poem about his life you would get something very moving and powerful. The type of art that brings you to your knees. But alas, he wouldn't really be moved by his own piece, either. Sure, it would be lightly therapeutic for him to have created something from his soul, but it would seem almost mundane to him.

Any art he creates he would see as just being a reflection of his life - or at least how he would see it - and it wouldn't mean anything to him passed "this is what happened to me, and it hurt, but things are better and the world is a better place."

Which begs the question:

Is Gaara really artistically illiterate? Or has he experienced so much in his life that anything that would move the masses, emotionally destroy you or me, simply be too elementary to him?

Either way...I vote that you drag him to concerts and plays, and you share music with him. At the very least, he would (as his current self) appreciate the bonding moment.

#gaara #sing barbie girl gaara #do it #enjoy the bop #kazekage

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