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aislingyngaio-games · 8 months ago

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Junon and Nibelheim Tifa symbolism through Rebirth lore

This tumblr post is actually further expansion from this twitter thread I made on the relationship between Tifa and Junon that I've noticed. Now that Rebirth is out.... hoo boy idk if I'm overthinking this or if the devs are just this big-brained. Spoiler alert for Rebirth, OBVIOUSLY. You have been warned.

Part 1: Phoenix, Deity of Junon Region

So to begin with, I'd like to draw your attention to what actually first attracted my attention to the possibly deliberate symbolism of Junon: the combination of the regional deity (Phoenix) and the regional chocobo (Belle the mountain chocobo).

As is obvious to any Final Fantasy fan by now, Phoenix is the summon of fire and life/rebirth, two themes important to Cloud and Tifa, both of whose childhoods "died" in the Nibelheim fire and massacre five years ago and yet "reborn", or rather survived, from the ashes of their fallen hometown because of their promise and bond with each other. They are each other's proofs they are who they are: Cloud and Tifa from Nibelheim. As a sea-facing town with an underwater reactor (even Under Junon is named "Sea Dragon Square"), wouldn't it have been more thematically appropriate to have Junon worship either the Leviathan (admittedly Leviathan is the guardian deity of Wutai in FF7 lore, but Wutai was pushed to pt3, and it didn't stop Leviathan from being a Chadley-earned summon in Remake either) or Shiva deities (which is the summon you get in OG Junon from Priscilla) instead of Phoenix, unless the switch was a deliberate narrative choice? After all, as I've posted in my original Twitter thread, Junon is the first place Real Cloud truly tries hard to "awaken" SOLDIER Cloud into speaking with Tifa. This is translated in Rebirth into Cloud and Tifa's reconciliation after their falling out at Kalm, and Tifa's relationship wheel being the non-optional, story-mandated dialogue choice in this chapter. The Rebirth-themed summon in the Rebirth-named game being set in the Junon region over all other regions? HMMMMMMMM. (And nobody better forget that Mr Dolphin <-> Tifa's limit break Dolphin Blow parallel either ;) )

Also, OG callback: Phoenix summon was actually obtained from Fort Condor in OG, and guess what huge ass creature immediately appeared the moment the party exited the Junon-side entrance of Mythril Mines? Aye, the Giant Condor. The protorelic sidequest in Junon is also linked to the Fort Condor minigame (a variation of the boardgame from FF7 Remake Intermission) that specifically chose to magick both Cloud and Tifa (as well as Barret) in to do battle. And of course, the "Dreaming of Blue Skies" Tifa-related sidequest in Junon region involves baiting the Giant Condor with bovine meat to take a picture of (and while waiting, they sky-gazed together at the clouds).

(Side Crisis Core tangent: Phoenix's materia is obtained from - guess where - NIBELHEIM WATER TOWER, as the first part of the Seven Wonders of Nibelheim sidequest)

(Side simulation tangent: The Phoenix simulation Chadley makes for the Rebirth team to fight can summon Bombs, which is one of the two bracelet charms Tifa is prominently featured with in the Retrilogy, the other being Chocobo, which usually symbolizes Cloud)

(Side LOVELESS tangent: The summon that Rosa calls to defeat Varvados looks amazingly like the Phoenix summon, and the resultant ending motif - the fiery destruction of Guardia, the mutual protection of Alphreid and Rosa, and the unpromised promise of fidelity and reunion - most resembles the destruction of Nibelheim, the mutual protection between Cloud and Tifa - Cloud as Tifa's physical protector & Tifa [being Cloud's motivation] as Cloud's emotional protector, and the fulfilled yet voluntarily continual fulfillment of the promise at the water tower between them)

Part 2: Odin, Deity of Nibel Region

Now what of the actual place of Cloud and Tifa's births? Well the regional deity is, appropriately, Odin, Norse god of death, while the regional chocobo is Selena Shirena (in JP romaji), the blue ocean chocobo.

Odin in OG is also obtained from Nibelheim (specifically Shinra Mansion), and interestingly, when linked with "Added Effect" materia on an armour piece, can provide immunity to instant death on the wearer, while if the same pair of linked materia is equipped on a weapon, it can cause instant death. This is a most curious and most pertinent symbolism for the birthplace of not only the only two people in the FF7 party to have ever tasted Masamune blade first and survived (rip to the other Nibel villagers though) but also, thematically tragically, the birthplace of Sephiroth, whose destructive powers with said blade are legendary. Not forgetting of course, that central in the stories of Nibelheim is "the other side of the mountain" being a local reference to the mythical/thematic land of the dead (remember which two characters are pictured on the Mt Nibel side of the two Rebirth Nibelheim keyarts?).

Part 3: Junon/Nibel Connection via Regional Chocobo Abilities

From Junon region, we have Belle the grey mountain chocobo (which btw, is a requirement to reach the Phoenix summon crystals that will both weaken the simulation fight and strengthen the summon materia), and a clearer parallel cannot help being drawn to Cloud and Tifa hailing from the village of Nibelheim located at the base of MOUNT NIBEL, where both share memories being on that mountain (once when Tifa was 8 and Cloud 9, and again when Tifa was 15 and Cloud 16 - SEVEN years apart). Similarly, the Nibel region chocobo - required to access the Odin summon crystal - is Shirena the blue ocean chocobo, making both Junon and Nibel chocobo abilities the diametrically opposite elements of their region's most significant landscape/towns - Junon the ocean-facing city with the mountain chocobo, and Nibelheim the mountain-shadowed village with the ocean chocobo.

(Side Costa del Sol tangent: Cloud's blue shirt swimsuit is named "Ocean Chocobo" which makes for it being the Nibel region Chocobo ability seems accidentally on purpose appropriate, as well as being the more "real Cloud" of the two swimsuit options for him imo, while the Wild Surf option seems too... Zack minus the sunflower, so basically the SOLDIER Cloud option)

So, let's now look at the symbolism of Junon and Nibelheim together, as both mirrors and opposites, as parts of a whole.

Junon and Nibelheim

Phoenix and Odin

Life and death

Mountain and ocean

East continent and west continent

Taken together, the bond between Junon and Nibelheim almost looks like the endless cycle of death and life/rebirth, which is very symbolic of how the Lifestream works (those who are born from the Lifestream return to the Lifestream). Just as Phoenix is both life and destruction, just as Odin can be both death and protection, it is the complementary, symbiotic love of Cloud and Tifa, at once opposites yet similar, at once separate but a team, both strong yet each having their own weaknesses that the other balances, that ultimately is most emblematic of the lifecycle of the planet.

It is no wonder then, that Tifa is the one chosen by the planet and the WEAPONs, both in OG when Sapphire Weapon caused the distraction that allowed her to both embody yet subvert her role as the Andromeda of Greek legend by enabling her to save herself from her execution at Junon with the help of friends, and in Rebirth when the Gongaga WEAPON choose to show her the true struggle of the planet that she might reach Final Heaven, and be the heroine who will save and stay by the hero's side till the end.

#ff7 rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #junon #nibelheim #cloti #tifa lockhart #cloud strife

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calware · 1 year ago

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I love your young!Rose design with the braids & hair beads, it reminds me of the Black girls i knew in elementary school (2005-2011), so its deffo “period accurate” and also a delightful choice. The way you draw the human kids in general is really nice, youre really good at conveying specific features with minimal lines (like her & Mom’s nose shape). Do you have any tips for how you draw faces to make them not same-face or repetitively “white” features, especially when drawing in a less “realistic” style (i dont wanna say your style is cartoony but idk what i would call it tbh)? I took a life drawing class back in 2019 but we mostly drew the same two models or our classmates, and it was both a limited pool of features plus feels hard to translate into art that isnt attempting to be 100% realistic.

Sorry if this is rambly. Congrats on 10k. Love ur new icon, tho i miss the Horb. Do you take commissions? I think i asked this before but i forgetful af.

thank you for the ask :)!! i'm really flattered that you think i'm good at avoiding same-face syndrome because i am VERY LAZY when it comes to drawing and i could definitely be doing a better job ;^^ i'm also not the best at drawing people diversely(?), it's just something i have to get better at. there are people way more qualified than me to give advice about this... but i can try giving some tips

the first is that, like with anything, if i'm not confident that i can accurately portray something or a specific feature i will usually look up a reference. i like paying attention to things like the position of the browbone, height of the cheekbones, shape of the chin, shape of the eyes, length/width of the face, width of the nostrils, shape/position of the bridge of the nose, roundness of the cheeks, etc. when i draw characters (specifically the homestuck characters i like, because i think about them a lot) i have an idea in my head of how they look and how they differ from one another. for example i see jade with a longer diamond-shaped face while rose has a shorter heart-shaped face, so i do my best to depict that in my drawings

(idk if this illustration makes ANY SENSE bc like i said i think that i also struggle with pushing myself in regards to this and i think i still have more to learn/practice)

i think it comes down to paying attention to the proportions/types of specific facial features and adjusting them each to create a unique face

that said when it comes to stylizing what you see from photographic references, i understand that it can be tricky to simplify it. i really don't have any advice for this.... i just play around with it until it looks good while also being recognizable as the specific thing i'm trying to draw.......... so in that case i think it helps to use other people's art as a reference too! i don't really care about sticking to one "style" so i don't mind drawing in a slightly different way if i want to do something another artist is also doing. so for example if you're struggling with drawing 4c hair i recommend looking at other people's drawings of characters with 4c hair that you like and playing around with if you can incorporate their techniques into your own art.

i hope this all made sense ;^^ there are definitely a lot of tutorials out there that are way more informative than this one

also, to answer your last question, i plan to open up a few commission slots next week! (as long as i have enough time to that is)

#ask #madam-melon-meow

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dreamy-love222 · 5 months ago

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I left this on my brothers desk. I used to always steal his food to binge purge. I felt like I was going to binge purge what my dad left me to eat. So I left all of it on his desk. I am not allowed to go to his room so he will think dad left it.

This is my sorry little bro. I am sorry I ate your food. I hope you forgive me. I am a horrible sister I know. You also have an issue with food and I hear you. You have arfid. You avoid Vegs and fruit like the plague, you only eat meat when it’s cooked a certain way. Pizza. Pasta. gnocchi. Sandwiches. Crepes. Fried chicken… you basically suffer from malnutrition from eating all that crappy food. Idk how you are so thin but I have always been jealous of how you eat so many unhealthy food yet stay at bmi 15 (not exaggerating he’s literally bmi 15i calculated it he’s 10kg heavier than me but also 30cm taller) .

You have so many friends. Your specialties are cool. You literally study how to make movies and do scenarios. You study Japanese in school. You’re thin. You’re attractive. You value living more than studying. You have interesting hobbies like gaming. You were the favourite child, the skinny child, the skinny sibling. While I was being called the weird fat ugly girl that kinda knows how to draw and sing.

Only lately I started having good grades because I am medicated for my adhd. But it’s basically cheating. (Only for me if you have adhd and you take meds you are not cheating at life. You deserve to feel neurotypical and smart because you can finally concentrate)

I wish you didn’t hate my guts, despite the mean things you told me I still love you

I am sorry brother. I failed at being the big sister you needed. Instead you’re stuck with a disgusting ugly fat sister who you are ashamed of calling a sister. You pretend to not know me when you see me downtown when you are with your friends

I hope you become a good producer one day or an editor or someone that writes the most amazing movie scenarios. I know you’re not sure of the exact job you want you just know it’s in the movie making world.

You know grandpa would be so proud of you. You followed your heart.💓

That’s very admirable of you. When I was little I wanted to be a dancer and a singer. But I knew I wouldn’t make it. They are childish dreams and I found my true passion. Learning medicine. One day performing plastic and reconstructive surgery.

I hope my patients see how much I care. How much I want to help. How much I want to be there for them every step of the way.

I’ll be kind. Understanding. Gentle. But firm when I need to. I won’t perform any aesthetic based surgery unless my patient got psychological assessment.

I believe that with plastic surgery and psychological help you can change someone’s life.

It’s like a butterfly effect. The new look/feature if done in a proper/ aesthetic/ harmonious/ natural looking way can really help someone be more confident. Then that confidence translates into them being better at their job, in their social life, in their platonic and romantic relationships.

I want to someday perform surgery for free for the people who really need it, they only have to pay the hospital fee and I wouldn’t be paid. That’s how much I want to help.

I will take on hard cases even if the end result isn’t perfect. I will do my best to help and I won’t care if it doesn’t look perfect on my resume

My dad hates plastic surgeons in our city (that he works with) because they are so paranoid that they will fuck up a case and that it will make them look bad so they don’t even try to help and leave them like that so the responsibility doesn’t fall on them.

I hate doctors like that. You only think of yourselves. You don’t want to help people. You want what makes you look best and most talented.

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wetbloodworm · 1 year ago

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finally added details to the height chart for my DND PCs! this is actually relatively big so you can click to enlarge or open in another tab to view full size. here’s the original.

notes! under a cut because it became more than a few

putting details on this really put into perspective just how short niamh is. it’s different when it’s just the basic shapes but making them all actual people and. god. she’s a full foot shorter than zenith. compact!

toby’s not much better off considering how tall i remember neoma and jericho being

i sure like boots in my designs, huh. also fingerless gloves, i actually removed temerity’s here because i couldn’t have three of them in a row. i’m a coward.

syrus and niamh both have the useless belts, though niamh has more lol

chain mail is a fucking pain to draw and i didn’t do a great job here BUT i do like how it ends up looking when i do it right. i did remove it from temerity’s legs and gave him... pants? leggings? need to draw him again from a different angle to figure out what the look is. anyway i covered it up to spare myself some.

the only other time i’ve drawn toby’s armor, i did the pic in grayscale, and tbh i couldn’t figure out another color scheme. partly because now it’s just grayscale in my head. also i like to imagine the lightning on his armor actually lighting up the same blue as the gem (which is an artificer thing and not a feature of the armor as it was made) and i think that’d stand out better on the grayscale.

god syrus’ limbs are just so long

temerity’s face rarely comes out right imo, i’ve gotten him right like. twice maybe. but i think asya’s came out especially cute here!

the color variation here is decent, could use more brighter colors. toby would be more colorful in regular clothes but that’s not their default look so y’know.

four of the six have... partially closed eyes? heavy lidded eyes? idk how that actually translates, but i draw their upper eyelid more on them. i do that a lot in my designs, i just like the look! syrus’ eyes are downturned, asya’s are upturned. syrus and niamh both have the under-eye lashes emphasized more. every time i draw them i remember this one post saying it’s a slutty character design choice. let my kids live.

realizing my two autistic kids here have more neutral/flat default expressions. just how they be.

syrus and toby have my favorite outfits. the super deep V on syrus is fun, and i just love toby’s armor. WISH THEY STILL HAD IT BUT Y’KNOW!!!

i’m not good at symmetry and tend to draw at an angle so the hands don’t quite fall in the same place. one’s higher than the other or gets tucked more behind the leg or both. just something i noticed. need to work on that!

i don’t think they look TOO same-face-y, though that’s something i’ve struggled with. part of my problem again is that i just. can’t tell faces apart SUPER well. i know what shapes i’m going for when i draw a character and i can get the general idea down but i don’t always recreate them properly.

some of their heads are too big, or the proportions of their facial features are off. i can’t fully tell which is which. zenith and toby are the main culprits here.

this feels like a lot of nitpicking my art but the intent is still to discuss the designs as i’m doing so. i’m only partially going off-track.

part of me says i need to utilize patterns more in the clothes i draw, but that’s harder to recreate quickly. toby’s armor took me so long compared to everyone else. simple designs are easy to draw quick and less detailed, as my style often requires. but i like how toby looks here with the details in their armor! everyone else looks so plain next to them in comparison. i’ll think about it.

armor in general is hard for me, that’s why everyone typically dresses in regular clothes in my designs even if they wear armor in-game. i also don’t always look how armor looks so, y’know. clothes are more fun for me to draw.

i need to stop. we’re gonna stop now.

#art tag #reference tag #zenith tag #syrus tag #temerity tag #asya tag #toby tag #niamh tag #dnd tag #dnd ariknauts

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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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Cosmonauts

Summary: You always call Tim space related nicknames. No one knows why.

A/n: This is technically a follow up to Art Gallery Smile but it can be read on its own. This was posted on mobile so Idk how bad it got formatted. Will edit when I get to my laptop.

Warnings: mentions of panic attack and anxiety. No graphic detail but just in case. (Yes, I gave Tim anxiety. Fight me.)

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“IT WAS ZOMBIE ADJACENT,” Roz protests, shoving another one of Tim’s fries into her gaping maw in a vain attempt to stop the petulant pout retching its way to her lips. You roll your eyes hard enough that your entire head follows along with their movement, taking a nibble of your own fries. Roz scowls, mouth twitching the way yours does (4 times to the left and 4 and a half times to the right) it was honestly the only way to tell that you two were related in any shape or form.

“It wasn’t even close, you deep-fried stick of margarine,”

“It shambled, didn’t it?”

“So does Space Case over here when you don’t funnel enough caffeine into his system, what’s your point?” You bite out leaning back, slinging your arm over the back of the bench and over Tim’s shoulder making his breath hitch. Tim can feel his skin heat up. For once, he’s thankful for just how much Roz hordes your attention. He’s starting to run out of excuses for the color of his cheeks. Not that you ever fell for any of it from the way you hummed every time he stammered out his excuse.

Based on the way your hand flexes and not so subtly moves away, you noticed his flush but made no comment. Instead, you grin- all sharp teeth and cocksure and smug bastard- leveling your older cousin a look which roughly translated to ‘Checkmate, motherfucker’. Despite his apprehension, Tim can’t help the smile that twitched on to his lips. Your eyes flickered to him. It might just be his imagination but Tim was pretty sure he saw fondness chip away at your smug grin. Tim kind of wants to lean into your arm but instead, he leans forward pretending to pay attention hiding his smile in his hands. His face is gonna get tired from smiling too much around you.

"It wasn't even close,"

"It was freaky looking,"

"Damn woman, you're being real judgy there,"

“Back me up here Duckie!” Roz screeches, shoulders hiking up making her look like a frazzled cat about to hiss pulling Tim away from his reverie. You roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head while Steph just snorts. Tim sighs. None of you have stopped calling him ‘Duckie’ or ‘Ducktective’ after that stint of being ‘Drake’. Admittedly, it wasn’t his best idea but you didn’t have to laugh that hard and slap your knee. When you were done laughing, you vehemently protested the name change by wearing your precious, well-kept, one of a kind Red Robin hoodie for the duration of the ‘Drake’ thing. You had said it was to bring him back to his senses (sense of fashion). Maybe you just wanted to fluster him. He certainly couldn’t put it past you. It worked. Oh, it definitely worked. Now, all he could think about was how nice you looked in his colors which inevitably lead him to think about how nice you would look in his shirts, in his clothes- Damn it. He’s doing it again.

Roz clears her throat. It is loud and rough and it makes all of you wince despite the already loud atmosphere of the cafeteria. Really what does Roz expect him to say? One, Tim wasn’t fully paying attention. How could he when you two are smooshed together on a cramped cafeteria bench with you still wearing your Red Robin hoodie? Tim’s surprised he isn’t keeling over. Two-

“See! Even our darling-” Tim’s brain short circuits. “Space Cadet can’t even defend your bullshit,” you laugh reaching over to Roz’s drink leaning a little too close to Tim’s face. He can almost feel the heat radiating off your skin.

If I lean in just a little more, I could probably…

“It isn’t bullshit!”

“You’re right! Bullshit has more substance-”

“Sooooo, what’s with all the space nicknames for Tim? When do I get one?” Steph asks casually, popping another of Tim’s fries into her mouth.

Has he even eaten any of his fries? It’s almost gone and he’s eaten at most one.

You choke making a pained noise, likely due to said carbonated drink going into your nostrils (and possibly your lungs), as you turn away. Your neck visibly red from where Tim is sitting. Based on the sparkle in Steph’s eyes, she can see it too. A manic grin spreads on Roz’s face wide enough that Tim legitimately worries that it’ll split her face wide open. A shrill sort of giggle escapes her which has you whipping your head to her direction to scowl at her. It does absolutely nothing to deter the sheer glee on her face as she sneers back to you. Some secret conversation passes between the two of you. Tim and Steph watch in slow motion as mortification creeps on to your face.

Suddenly (not really), Tim’s thankful that his only sister is practically a saint. At least compared to the horror that is Roz.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, you have a plethora of space-themed nicknames for him when you aren’t busy calling him whatever endearingly aggravating name Steph came up with that week.

Cosmo

Space Case

Space Nuts

Rocket Man

Martian Manhunter

Marvin (the Martian)

And your favorite, Cosmonaut.

At first, he figures it was because of his obsession love for Star Wars and Star Trek but no, that couldn’t be it since you had started calling him that long before you two ended up marathoning the entirety of Star Trek instead of working on your project. He can still remember just how engrossed you looked while watching as you hugged your knees to your chest leaning forward as you waited for the next episode to start up with bated breath. Your features highlighted by the glow of the laptop screen making it very easy for Tim to memorize the contours and angles of your expression. Yet another moment Tim really wanted to capture with a photo. You even did your mouth twitch thing without noticing.

He really wanted to just keep an entire album of all the different expressions you made. Wait. That sounds weird. Does it sound weird? It probably does.

Then again, maybe you called him those because of just how much of a weirdo he was. He couldn’t blame you if you did. But he found that highly unlikely. Sure, you can be mean at times (a lot of times) but you were too oblique for that. Years in customer service made sure of that. Your jabs were usually of the subtler, more needling variety. The type that makes you pause for too long. Plus, you said every nickname with a fondness that made his heart skip a beat. It was like when you called Roz or Steph ‘Fucker’. Maybe a little warmer. Or he could just be imagining that. Probably. Hopefully not. It was hard to get the honey-sweet way you said them out of his head.

Maybe they were just jabs. Lighthearted one. They could have just had easily been comments on just how much he spaced out. Tim has a tendency to live in his own head and it shows especially when he’s stressed or tired or both. Sometimes he would completely shut down as a result of excess anxiety. He can still remember the number of times he had let his anxieties run rampant letting them drag him away from the moment. His breaths were too quick to back then. He felt like he was gonna faint but then you just smiled at him like you were there for him which as it turned out you were. You gently squeezed each segment of his fingers until his breaths slowed. Even when he did fully calm down, you didn’t relinquish his hand. You held them firmly in your own even as you looked entirely unsure of what to do and what to say. You didn’t whisper the usual ‘you’re ok’ or the classic ‘you’ll be fine’. No, you just sat there with him quietly. Letting his feelings ebb and flow as he needed them to.

Tim really isn’t sure what he did to deserve even knowing someone like you but he would do it again and again if it meant being able to stick close to you.

Roz, ever the agent of chaos, throws a conspiratorial smile around the table like a flail. You look like you’ve been hit by one.

“Sorry, Steph. You won’t get one,” she says glancing at you. Steph pouts before she and Tim follow Roz’s gaze expecting you to glower or snarl or get up to deck her. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. You just kind of sit there frozen and mortified with a face that simply says ‘Oh. God. This is happening.’. All you can really do is mouth a ‘fuck you’. This obviously pleases Roz. Say what you will about Roz, but there is abso-fucking-lutely no denying that she is petty as hell when it comes to revenge. Nothing is sacred to this woman. Nothing.

“Why’s that?” Steph asks innocently, smiling around her bendy straw also enjoying this rare chance to torment you.

“I’m so glad you asked!” Roz answers her voice twisting into a horrifying facsimile of a daytime talk show host. You peel your arm away from the backrest and place your arms over your head and neck as you do in an earthquake drill bracing for impact. By the way, you were shaking, you’d think there was an actual earthquake. Your reasoning can’t be that stupid.

“My dear Stephanie-” Steph scrunches her nose at the overly sweet tone Roz lathers on her name but makes no move to interrupt. “(y/n) only uses space-related nicknames for people they think are- and I quote- ‘waaaaaay outta their league’,” You let out a pained groan and Steph’s face unfurls as she lets out the loudest snort, loud enough to draw the attention of several tables around them.

Tim’s mind is still reeling, still trying to process what Roz just said.

Him?

Out of your league?

Excuse him, isn’t it the other way around?

What the hell?

“Tim, for the love of Alfred, please unhear that,” you plead wetly, parking your head out just enough for Tim to see just how red your face has gotten. “God, please unhear it or I might just die,” Tim kind of didn’t doubt that you would. Steph somehow laughs even louder at this. Roz, not one to miss pouring salt in the wound, laughs along with her. You look like you wanted to implode out of existence. You could certainly try but Tim seriously doubts the universe is kind enough to let you escape.

Yeah, Tim’s brain has officially left the building. He’ll be back at 9 o’clock sharp tomorrow. Promise.

“You mean to tell me that-” Steph chokes, unable to control her laughing fit. “-You’re telling me that you’ve been watching them pine for each other for over a year now and you just let them?!” Steph wheezes still holding her stomach.

Roz looks offended and makes a whiny little noise. “Weeeell, technically I offered to wingman-”

“YOU WERE GONNA CHARGE ME FIFTY BUCKS,”

“Hey, matchmaking is hard,”

“It isn’t worth fifty bucks!”

“You’re right! It is worth so much more,”

“God, I hate you,” you groan into the table.

“God can’t help you now, kid,”

Tim frowns, mind backtracking to dissect the information. Apparently, his brain decided to clock back in.

They knew. Even Roz ‘I don’t give a shit what you do as long as it doesn’t affect me’ Andrada, noticed. Was he that obvious?

A year? Wait. No. Over a year. They knew about this for over a year.

Lastly, what do you mean each other?! As in mutual? Mutual pining?

As if reading his thoughts, you ask “Wait… what do you mean each other?”

Roz blinks at you not entirely sure if you’re being funny. When you give her a look, she slumps back in her chair. “I’m related to a dumbass,”

“That you are. Speaking of dumbasses-” Steph whips her attention to Tim giving him a shit-eating grin.”-You said you were waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask (y/n) out, right?” Steph waves her hands doing jazz hands as she points at your still dumbstruck figure. She’s smiling as if she was the world’s best wingman at the moment.

Tim suppresses a groan. “This isn’t exactly how I pictured it,”

Roz reaches into her pocket and produces a lighter. Grabbing the last of Tim’s fries and lighting it. “There. Mood lighting. Do the thing.”

“Ah yes, because surely the scent of burning potatoes is gonna sweep (y/n ) off their feet,” Tim said flatly crossing his arms. He knows he’s definitely focusing on the wrong thing but as with all things it was easier to procrastinate. This is especially true when you’re afraid of the outcome.

Roz huffs, waving the fry to extinguish it and muttering something about beggars and choosers. “Trust me kid that isn’t hard to do. Besides, did you not hear the part where I quoted (y/n) about you being ‘outta their league’,” You open your mouth to protest but slam it shut when Roz gives you a lopsided grin looking like she had a mountain of dirt on you which she likely did. He was definitely thankful that she has never met his family. He’s pretty sure Gotham wouldn’t survive.

“How could I possibly be out of (y/n)’s league. I- I don’t- I mean- I’m not-”

Your body twists his way fast enough that he’s sure you either have whiplash or a twisted spine. Your eyes are set on him glowering as if he’d said something wrong. He’s pretty sure he didn’t although he did have a talent for putting his foot in his mouth. Your jaw is set tight, your teeth almost grind. He could see the tight hitch in your shoulders. He is 100% sure you’re going to deck him.

“Do you want it listed alphabetically or what?”

“What?”

“Structure it like an argumentative essay. Speak nerd.” Roz instructs, earning her the full force of your glare. Your face pinches even more. Maybe this was the part where you implode.

You suck in a calming breath before turning back to Tim.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are a fucking moron, and here’s why:” Taking another breath, you turn to face him fully your cheeks reddening but you press on either from pure unadulterated spite or determination.

“You quite literally co-run a multibillion-dollar corporation. You’ve been doing that since you were seventeen apparently. You know several languages and you are not only fluent but proficient. You’re well versed in an insane amount of fighting styles. You are the smartest dumbass I know-”

“Preach!” Steph jokes.

“-You can basically operate any machinery I put in front of you. I have no doubt you can Macgyver one up if you fucking wanted. You could hack into any system you want just as a joke. You could probably throw the entire global economy into the toilet just for shits and giggles. Need I go on?”

Tim looks at you wide-eyed and speechless. You shrink a little as he continues to gape at you but you keep looking him in the eyes daring him to refute your claims. Really what was there to say? As much as he wants to come up with something witty to snap back at you, his chest is too crowded with warmth from the absolute sincerity of your voice. He knows you didn’t set out to make him fall deeper in love with you but he feels like he’s in free fall with your gravity pulling him downwards. Tim can feel the heat rising to the tips of his ears.

You shrink again, your mouth twitching. “I-” Another calming breath. “I said too much. But my point stands!” The infinitesimal gap he felt between the two of you practically vanished. Still, he could do nothing but stare. Words fail him in the most inopportune moments even when you look so desperate for any kind of response. You swallow thickly looking like you think you’ve ruined everything when the fact was you haven’t. Quite the opposite really. Tim feels like he could take on the entirety of Gotham’s rogue gallery right now. Still, his brain was drawing a blank.

“Mood,” His brain has short-circuited and is now beyond repair. His palm is in his face before he even sees your reaction. You give him an entire speech about how great he is and all he can say is ‘mood’. Looking over at Steph and seeing her phone on her hands, he can tell she’s already transcribing the events to the group chat. Well, It can’t get any worse.

You giggle snort eyes slamming shut from the force of your laughter. Joy suffuses throughout your tense body, loosening your tense muscles. “Thank you for proving my point,” you say between gasps.

Tim falls victim to the infectious smile spreading on your face. He feels the warmth crowding his chest grow fuzzy.

Now’s your chance.

Tim takes a steadying breath. He rolls his shoulder back to straighten his posture. He waits for you to calm yourself a bit. When you do, he asks as confidently as he can “Are you free this Saturday?”

“No,”

Oh crap. He knew he screwed up. He feels cold seep into his feet.

You shake your head at his panic. “I work Saturday, ET,”

“Oh, I-”

“I have all of Sunday off though,” A hum of excitement spreads through his limbs. “Name your time,”

“9 AM?”

You give him a look roughly translating to ‘You aren’t going to lose sleep over a date, so help me’.

“11:30?” He corrects. You smile and hum seemingly making the oxygen in the atmosphere disappear. He finds that he doesn’t mind, not when he feels like he’s floating on zero gravity.

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Bonus:

Steph: Tim’s a dumbass😌🙃

Damian: Thank you for stating the obvious, Brown.

Step: 🙄 Do you wanna hear about it or not?

Dick: 👀We’re listening…

Steph: (Y/n) made this whole speech about Tim and all Tim could say was 'mood' cycgu9c8ychic8td 5d8fcouv9ygpuv

Jason: F

Duke: F

Cass: F

Babs: F

Dick: F

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Thanks for reading!!!!!

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aerynwrites · 5 years ago

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Husband - Javier Peña x Reader

Author’s Note: Ugh I LOVE Perdo Pascal, and his role in Narcos has me WEAK. so here is a little one-shot? fic? idk what you would call this lol. But here you go, I hope you all enjoy this little request I got! Love to hear from you all as always! (Sorry for any grammatical errors, I’m writing and posting this in between classes so I didn’t quite have time to like triple check lol)

Request? Yes! based off this request: How about a one-shot where Agent Pena or Agent Whiskey (your choice) takes injured reader/partner (who is secretly in love with him) to hospital. He lies and tells them he is her husband so that he can stay with her. When she wakes up, the nurse says something like, "Your husband went to get coffee, but he held your hand all night and kept telling you how much he loves you." (Requested by anon)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: blood, violence, fluff.

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While you had been an agent for the Drug Enforcement Agency for almost 10 years now, you were completely caught off guard for what awaited you at your assignment in Columbia. Not only was there bribery, treason, and just down right morally questionable circumstances, there was also Javier Peña. When you were assigned to move to Columbia to help the DEA take down Escobar, you had met Steve Murphy the minute you stepped foot into the country. He was kind enough to escort you back to the Embassy and give you the official tour, as he called it. Everything had been going well, but then Javier Peña showed up and, as his presence usually entails, he dampened the mood.

“Another rook?” he said, hands on his hips as he looked you up and down, eyes filled with disapproval.

Murphy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Javier, meet (Y/N) (L/N), Senior DEA agent.” He said pointedly.

You squinted your eyes at the man in front of you, completely turned off by his hostile and frankly rude demeanor, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Javier cut you off.

“Well she’s not a senior agent down here Murphy,” he looked from Steve to you, “And I don’t need another person to babysit and translate for. One is enough,” he all but hissed.

You took a threatening step forward ignoring Murphy’s hand on your upper arm, “I’ll have you know Agent Pen͂a,” you emphasized these words, your Spanish accent shining through as you said his name, “I grew up in New Mexico, and my parents are from south America, so I think I can handle myself just fine. With or without your help.”

Your words were dripping in venom, and Javier had to keep the surprised look on his face at the revelation of your background as well as the fluttering of his heart as your accent slipped through. Not that he fond that attractive or anything…just surprised. Yeah, just surprised.

Javier hadn’t moved in in, hands still on his hips as he let out a sigh, “Whatever. I’m just going to go ahead and assume you’re all in on this operation,” he relents, “We have a lead on the whereabouts of some Narcos connected to Escobar, we have a possible safe house location.”

You didn’t waste a second before you were grabbing your holster and leather jacket and brushing past the two men towards the door, “Well what are we waiting for, let’s go!” you called.

Your eagerness to dive into your work had Javier and Steve casting a glance at one another before shrugging and following you out the door.

* * *

That was forever ago. At least it felt like it was as you fell from the second floor of one of Escobar’s known homes and plummeted to the ground. It had been several months, almost a year since you had joined the hunt for Escobar in Columbia, and you all had made considerable progress. Despite several setbacks with M-19, the police, and even Escobar himself, you all were closing in. And along with your continued search for Escobar came the inevitable close relationships with your partners. You had grown to see Steve as somewhat of a brother to you, weekly dinners with him and Connie becoming a regular occurrence. They helped ease the pain and homesickness you felt being away from your friends and family for so long. It also provided an environment in which you all could just relax and forget about the days work, opting instead for wine, local food, and beer, a familiarity you had missed since moving. However, your relationship with Javier was nothing but confusing. He had slowly but surely accepted you as his partner, acknowledging your capability in the field and fearlessness when it came to doing more questionable parts of the job. However, that was as far as it seemed to go, which was difficult for you because you had grown to feel more for the man than just a platonic relationship. As horrible as it seemed to you, the feeling of love and adoration slowly crept its way into your heart the more you were around the hardened DEA agent. You had been hard pressed to reject his more intimate advances one evening when you all were at your apartment eating pizza and just relaxing after a hard day’s work. He had flashed you one of those toothy charming grins, and less than subtly suggested what he wanted. However, you, not wanting to get trapped in a meaningless friend with benefits relationship, turned him down. No matter how much it pained you, and he never asked again. However, he seemed to distance himself more after that, and it frustrated and saddened you. Was that all he saw you as? A conquest to take, and once he found out you weren’t giving it up you were worthless to him?

For some reason that night, the night with the pizza and hasty rejection, was the only thing playing through your head as you fell through the air and hit the ground with a painful thud. The Wind was knocked from your lungs and you knew instantly you had broken several ribs as you could not draw in a full breath. You and Javier had climbed the stairs to the second story of the house and when checking the last room a left behind Narco had burst from the closet with in, and before you could react he had fired a shot directly into your shoulder before roughly shoving you through the open balcony doors. You vaguely registered a panicked shout of your name followed by another gunshot before you tumbled over the railing and to the ground below.

Which is where you were now.

Blood pooling around your neck and shoulders as you lie gasping for breath on the warm dusty ground of the backwater property of Escobar’s mansion. Your head was throbbing painfully along with your chest and leg. You couldn’t even think properly to try and figure out what had been injured in the fall. You just kept struggling to breath as tears slipped from your eyes, both from the pain and the now ever-present fear of death. You hear two sets of rapid footsteps approaching you and opened your eyes to see the faces of Javier and Steve hovering over you, expressions of panic and fear creasing their features.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve muttered as he knelt down, “What happened?” he demanded from Javier.

“Steve just shut the fuck up and get help over here now!” he exclaimed.

Steve just nodded and ran off to make a call as well as request help from the police there with you all. Javier knelt next to you and pulled your hand in his own, brushing your hair back in a comforting manner, causing you to close your eyes at the small distraction from the pain.

“Hey, look at me,” Javier gripped your hand tighter, and you opened your eyes to look at him, “Don’t go to sleep,” at this point he had started to remove his button up shirt, leaving him in only a white undershirt, and pressed it firmly to the still bleeding wound in your shoulder.

You let out a cry of pain as more tear’s escapade your eyes, the pain was excruciating and your eyes were getting almost too heavy to keep open, but you did.

You looked over to Javier who was now trying to asses your other injuries, “I’m sorry,” you mumble, “I should’ve been paying attention.”

At your words Javier snaps his gaze back towards you his heart clenching as the words left your mouth. You just got thrown out of a window and were currently bleeding out, and you were the one apologizing? He just shook his head and returned his hand to the side of your face, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for. You just stay awake – stay alive,” he insisted.

If you weren’t half unconscious, you would have sworn you heard desperation and a slight fear in his voice as he said those words. But before you could dwell anymore on the fact, Steve ran back over to the two of you.

“Come on Peña, we have to move. Medical help is no where to be found, so our best bet is just driving her there ourselves.”

“Fuck,” the man above you muttered before looking down at you apologetically, “I’m sorry (Y/n), but we have to move you.”

Those were the last words you heard before you felt him slide two arms underneath you and life you from the ground. You didn’t even let out a cry of pain before darkness consumed your vision.

* * *

“Hey! We need help! We need help right now!” Javier called out to the staff as him and Steve burst through the doors of the hospital, your unconscious form still held firmly in his grasp.

The next few moments were a whirlwind of commotion as the nurses and doctors jumped into action, quickly moving you onto a gurney and rolling you into the back after listening to what happened from Javier. He watched, for once feeling completely helpless, as he watched you be wheeled past the doors and into emergency surgery. Both him and Steve sat in the waiting room anxiously waiting to hear something about your condition. Javier could hardly keep himself in his seat as he switched from sitting to pacing, then sitting again, then standing and asking the nurse if there was any word, then sitting again. It was making Steve even more anxious.

“Will you sit the hell down?” Steve finally blurts, “Please? God, you’re making me more anxious pacing around like that,” he finished, leaning his elbows on his knees and letting out a sigh.

Javier turned on Steve ready to make a snarky remark but stopped himself short when he saw how awful Steve looked. He was being selfish. He wasn’t the only one who cared about you, he knew very well the sibling-like bond you and Steve shared and felt himself deflate slightly as he plopped in the chair next to his partner, running a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I just- “he stopped himself, taking a deep breath, “I’m just worried about her.”

“And you think I’m not?” Steve shot back, “She’s not just your partner you know.”

Javier let his hand fall from his face and onto the armrest of the chair, “I know that, it’s just that I- “he stopped himself, pursing his lips to keep the words from coming out. He wasn’t sure he was ready to reveal those feeling yet.

“You what?” Steve pressed.

Javier opened his mouth to respond but the entrance of the doctor stopped him short.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?” the doctor called out your name, which prompted both Steve and Javier to jump from their seats.

“Is she okay?” Steve asked frantically.

The doctor gave them both a kind smile and tucked a clipboard under his arm, “She is going to be just fine,” both men let out sighs of relief and wait for the doctor to continue, “She had three broken ribs, but they didn’t puncture her lungs so it will just be uncomfortable to move and breath for a few weeks. However, the gunshot wound to her shoulder and her broken tibia will keep her out of commission for at least a few months. That means no field work agents, I mean it.” The doctor look pointedly at both men.

“Can we go see her?” both of them asked simultaneously.

The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked down at his watch a frown tugging at his lips, “Well unless either of you are immediate family, I can’t allow that. Visiting hours ended four hours ago.”

Before Steve could say anything, Javier took a step forward, “I’m her husband! Just married last week,” he smiled, hoping his usual charm will help him out in this situation.

“You’re her what?” Steve’s shocked words caused the doctor to give the men a suspicious look.

Javier just reaches an arm around Steve and pats his back more roughly than needed, a fake smile plastered on his face, “I know, I can hardly believe it myself,” Javier’s voice drips with faux happiness, as he squeezes his partners shoulder begging him to play along.

Before Steve or the Doctor can say anything else, Javier is walking towards the door and holding it open, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see my wife now.”

The doctor gives one more cautious glance to both men before leading Javier back to your room. His eyes immediately fall to your sleeping form and he feels a lump form in his throat and his heart clench at the sight of you. He doesn’t even hear what the doctor says as he takes in your form. White bandages wrapped around your shoulder peak out from under the baby blue hospital gown as well as the sling that rests over your arm. He also notices your right leg is casted from just below your knee all the way down to your foot and is elevated on some pillows. By the time he has pulled a chair up to the side of you bed and holds your hand in his, the doctor is gone.

* * *

The dryness of your mouth is the first thing you notice when you wake up. followed quickly by the beeping of a machine and the shuffling of papers. You open your eyes more and take note of the dimly lit hospital room and your newly bandaged wounds and casted leg.

“Good Morning, sweetheart,” a feminine voice meets your ears.

Your eyes move to find the source of the sound and are met with a short petite nurse in green scrubs standing at the end of your bed flipping through papers on a clipboard. You open your mouth to respond but it’s so dry you can hardly get any words out. The nurse, who had looked at you briefly, seemed to notice your predicament and quickly poured some water in a little paper cup before handing it to you. You swallow the entire cup in two gulps, and sigh in relief as you lay back into the pillow, the movement flaring pain up the side of your neck.

“You are one lucky woman,” the nurse says as she takes the cup from your hands.

you close your eyes and try to adjust yourself to sit up more, “Yeah, I’m just glad it wasn’t any worse. Because trust me, I’ve had worse.” You chuckle dryly.

You glance around the room and are immediately aware of the absence of your partners, and you frown slightly. Had they not stayed? You felt your heart clench at the thought of your own friend not staying to make sure you were okay.

“Was there anyone that came in with me?” you ask, “Two men, a tall blonde and then a shorter brunette?”

The nurse’s eyes seem to light up at the mention of your partners and a large smile comes across her face…what was her deal?

“Oh yes! Your partner Steve said he was going back to fill out some reports and then your husband just left to get some coffee.”

Your eyes widen, and if you had still been drinking water you would have surely choked, “My husband?”

Her smile widens as she looks at you, pulling the clipboard to her chest, “Oh yes, he was a nervous wreck waiting to hear word from the doctor on your condition. And since he was let in the room, he hasn’t left your side,” she notes, and she leans in slightly to whisper her next words, “He really love you, you know. When I would come in to check your vitals and such he would constantly be whispering of how much he loved you and how he couldn’t lose you…” she lets out a forlorn sighs, “It’s endearing really, I wish my husband was like that.”

You couldn’t do anything but stare at the nurse as you soaked in the news, she just told you. but before your mind could catch up and respond, Javier walked back into the room, coffee in hand and the nurse excused herself, sending you a wink on the way out. Javier met your eyes and his own widened at seeing you awake. But he tried to keep his composure as he walked over to the side of the bed and sat in the chair still resting there.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

You rest back into the pillows, not sure what to say. Because physically you felt okay, most likely thanks to the pain medication, but emotionally you were confused. Confused at what the nurse told, confused if she was telling the truth. So, you just shrug, choosing not to answer.

Javier doesn’t seem to like that answer because his hand falls to yours and he runs his thumb over your knuckles, “Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse back- “

“No. No Javier I’m fine, I just- “you paused not sure how to continue.

Javier sets his coffee down and leans back in his seat now, hand withdrawing from your own, “It’s just…. what?” he asks, a curious expression settling on his face.

You pick at the hospital blanket absentmindedly, not prepared to talk about this subject but knowing that it needs to be discussed.

“The nurse told me some things,” you begin, “Some things you said while I was out. Some rather…intimate things.” You finish finally, looking to the man sitting next to you.

He seems to freeze in his place, mouth dropping open as if saying ‘oh’, before it snaps shut and he seems to be at a loss for words. Which, for him, was very unusual.

“Did you mean them?” you ask quietly, not sure if you want to know his answer.

He’s quite for a moment, and you’re sure he’s about to reject you. tell you they meant nothing and that he was just afraid of his partner dying. So, your mouth starts to move before you can stop it.

“Never mind, that was a dumb question. I know you were probably just worried about me dying. I was so stupid to think that you could like me back. I know that’s not your style and- “

“(Y/N)- “

“in this line of work its never a good idea to- “

“(Y/N)- “

“get into relationships and I’m sorry if I-“

“(Y/N)!” Javier’s raised voice stops your rambling, “Stop. Just listen to me.”

You snap your mouth shut, lips pressing into a thin line as you wait for him to tell you off. But you unclench your jaw when you feel his warm hand gran onto your slightly cool one. You look up at him again and are shook by the soft and almost loving look he gives you as a small smile tugs at his lips.

“I was terrified when I saw you go over that balcony,” he admitted, “And I was even more scared when you passed out in my arms. I was so scared you were going to die in this hospital and I would never get to tell you how I felt,” as he stops speaking he brings your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it softly before placing his other free hand over yours encasing it in both of his still very warm hands.

You felt tears burn at the back of your eyes at the meaning of his words, you were so sure you had pushed him away and that he could never feel the same way as you. so, to here this, it was a lot.

You squeezed his hand gently as you looked at him, “You remember that night you brought over Pizza and beer?” he nodded, “And you tried to get into my pants?” you let out a little chuckle as he groaned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly but nods again.

“I thought I pushed you away,” you admitted, “I thought that you had only gotten close to me so you could add me to your list or whatever.”

“No (Y/N), that’s not what happened, I thought I had pushed things too far,” he explains, “I thought you wouldn’t want to be around me again because of that. I though its ruined things.”

You shook your head and squeezed his hand again, “Well, that’s good to know,” you smile, “Because when you quite hanging around me after that was when I realized…” you paused.

“Realized what?” Javier asked, heart pummeling against his chest at the words he expected to come from your mouth.

“That I love you, more than just a friend or partner,” you finally admit, eyes dropping from his own to look at your still intertwined hands.

Javier didn’t say anything at first, and when he pulled his hands from yours, your heart fell to your stomach. Did he not feel the same? But before you could voice your concern his hands came to the sides of your face as he leaned down to place a heated and desperate kiss to your lips. You kissed back instantly and, out of instinct, went to reach your hand up to card through his hair, but a sharp pain in your injured shoulder caused you to let out a gasp of pain.

“shit,” Javier pulled away instantly and looked over you worriedly, “Did I hurt you?”

You let out a pained chuckle as you rested back against your pillows, “No, I just got a little too excited, and I don’t think my shoulder appreciated it.”

Javier gave you a mischievous smile before leaning closer to you, “I can kiss it better.”

Before you could respond he placed a tender kiss to the bandages over your injured shoulder, then a soft kiss just below your ear, then finally a much gentler meaningful kiss to your lips. You responded and you both stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away and sat back in his chair, your hand held in his securely.

“Did it work?”

You smile and nod, “Yes, I think it did, husband.”

He let out a loud laugh at your little joke and scooted his chair closer to your bed, resting his hand near your head and stroked your hair affectionately.

“I think I could get used to that,” he whispers.

You smile and kiss him one more time before nodding, “Me too.”

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#Javier pena x reader #javier peña #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

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dontgotothenetherworld · 5 years ago

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Merry new year hope your having a good time, I was wondering if I could request a lydia x reader where the only class they have together is art and the readers always drawing her becuase they're too shy to approach her.

art class

we love soft art sapphics

also, i haven’t been in an art class since middle school (i’ve got to many academic classes on my schedule yikes i need to make room for an art class next year) so i don’t remember much of what it’s like. but like it’s art, so anything goes? idk time to use your suspension of disbelief.

and i don’t think i really did the shy part? sorry clearly i’m not very good at staying to close to what the request actually is.

677 words

cw: femreader. reader is kinda creepy ngl.

it was pretty safe to say you had crossed over into creepy territory. it’s kind of weird to draw strangers at coffee shop when they don’t know, it’s weirder to draw someone you only kind of know without them knowing, and it’s yet even weirder to draw them over and over again. and you weren’t in a coffee shop. you were in the corner of the art room, silently sketching.

lydia was your favorite thing to draw. and not just because you thought she was pretty. she was interesting. her style, all the dark colors and unconventional pieces. it translated really well to your drawings, and you had fun playing around with it.

you could really see your improvement with drawing the same subject over and over again. you’d definitely recommend it to anyone who wants to improve their art. just maybe don’t be so creepy about it.

you had never really used her as the subject for any of the assignments you were supposed to turn in, it was to dangerous. someone might see your art and see that, hey, it looks a lot like lydia. but this assignment? cubism.

and, you were planning on using very bright colors. still risky, but this could easily be blamed on coincidence.

you were used to drawing her face as it physically appears, so this was a fun challenge.

you worked very hard on the painting, and you were very proud of the result. you usually weren’t to confident in the assignments you turned in, because you felt like you had done something wrong. there’s nothing wrong in art, of course, but anatomically it didn’t seem right. but the combination of lydia’s familiar features and the odd cubist style…

you were adding the finishing touches on the nose when you felt like someone was looking over your shoulder. you jerked your head around. it was lydia.

shit shit shit.

“that looks really cool!” she said when she realized you were looking at her.

you gulped as you realized she was wearing the same necklace as you had painted. “thanks!” you smiled, “can i see yours?”

“uh yeah sure. just warning you, none of the hair or the background has been painted yet so it looks a bit odd.” she led you to where she had been sitting.

“this looks really good! i like the muted colors.” you said as your eyes ran over the face. that mouth looked awfully familiar… and maybe you were over analyzing, but was that… your eye?

lydia looked a little uncomfortable and you realized you probably shouldn’t have stood there for so long. “it’s really good! you’ll have to show me it when you’re done!” you ran back to your seat, embarrassed.

considering that was the first time you’d ever spoken to her in more than two word sentences, that went pretty well.

the next day, as you were adding embellishments to a sketch (of lydia of course), lydia herself came up to you. she held her finished painting.

“you told me to show you the finished product. what do you think?”

your insides turned to mush. she remembered. she remembered!

and truly, the painting was spectacular. all of it was in muted tones, except for the hair which was a bright red, in funky shapes atop the character’s head. which was funny because you had recently dyed your hair red, and you had kept it up in a horrendously messy bun while you painted.

but that’s just a coincidence, right?

“i like the hair!” here goes nothing, “it kinda reminds me of mine.”

lydia’s pale cheeks flushed. her eyes shifted to her boots. “i, um, i kinda based the painting off of, uh, you.” she said.

your heart skipped about six beats. “really?”

“uh um yeah.” she nervously wrung her hands together. “and i, i think you’re pretty, so i wanted to know if you wanted to, uh, see a movie with me. sometime. like, you don’t have to, but if you do…”

“yes! i, uh, yeah. yeah, a movie would be nice.”

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice fanfiction #lydia #lydia deetz #lydia x reader #lydia deetz x reader #fic

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aeroplaneblues · 5 years ago

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Call down the hawk spoilers!!!!!! these are just random thoughts while i was reading the book maybe later i’ll write something more coherent??

BUT the tl;dr is that I liked the book, I surprisingly like Declan more, pynch made me ache and I like Hennessy and Jordan as the new characters (the others idc). There are some stuffs that made me go “oh right this is a YA book” but overall it was an enjoyable book, I look forward to the rest and i’ll draw smth soon-ish??

Also pls talk to me about this book and send me memes thank

- What i like most about siblings relationships is how different can they be, so when the Lynch brothers get this whole ass trilogy I really look forward to them not being bffs but just learning to live with one another. Anyway this roadtrip its giving me december 2018 miami trip with my brother and sister, which yeah im matthew in this scenario idc to drive lol

- Ronan: /says something passive aggressive or sarcastic me: god i missed this lil shit

- “Adam. Ronan missed him like a lung” maggie starting strong here huh

-Yes talk about those hand kinks of ronan, thats why we are here for

-Ronan’s love at first sight began with Adam’s HANDS jk but that desperate inexplicable prayer??? ugh pls love it

-If not for the tweed vest i’d have nailed how adam dresses in college in my trc lookbook djkfjdkfs the vest is good idea tho 👀👀

-”You smell like home” DJFKDFJKJKDFJKDF

-POCKET SIZE BLUE

-Ronan describing all his friends and never mentions noah: me: this is fine :)

-This Ronan is resonating too much with me even tho im a college graduate. But all this talk of being the same as he was in high school and hiding away oh boy

-”I want it too much” UUUUUUUUUUUGH I LOVE THEM

-”extraordinarily tall and extraordinarily hunched, blonde, skeletal features” ALL MIGHT??!?!??!?!?!?!?😲

-”He has a german accent” me @ my brain: don’t read it like flula dont read it like flula

-”Dreamspace” Kirby’s dream land but with ronan

-declan adding “text/call gansey” in Ronan’s routine?? Thank you Declan

-”gasoline” seriously ronan names his dream things like kojima does characters

-"ronan’s pale skin” me: ??????????????????????????????????? right im in the wrong here

-oh declan idc about you for the other 4 books but damn now i do thx maggie

-the other characters of this book are somewhat interesting but because idk about them is really hard to care haha this happens with every book i read

-oof declan laughing genuinely it hurts

-ok but I ship declan/jordan. DECLAN AND A DREAM like father like son

-Ronan and his black goo thing reminds me of death stranding, can’t unsee it

-Declan you smooth mofo wTF i want this date, someone take me to a museum and gift me a rare color pigment

-”...she was the banksy of the gallery world” i’ve never rolled my eyes so hard

-Maggie downloaded my trc lookbook and said “yeah this is Whack™ enough for adam to wear” bc im feeling self important

-Can’t believe Adam drove for HOURS on a dream thing he didn’t know how to use just to see Ronan before his bday for 3 hours and almost d-word™.

-i don’t need to learn latin, i dont need to learn latin

-I can’t translate any of this, there are some words that obviously seem similar to spanish but do they have the same meaning?🤔🤔🤔🤔

-Latin, their love language. WAIT IS THIS WHY ITS CALL ROMANTIC LANGUAGES??? jk this is not right fact check everything i say

-Ronan meeting the Hennessy girls finally and he is as rude as he can be, and Jordan too. CUT BY THE SAME DREAMED KNIFE.

-Declan is making me sad.

-fuck you niall lynch

-JORDAN FEELING BAD ABOUT TRICKING DECLAN pls girl stop it.

-Bryde if you had a physical body i’d punch it.

-Declan and Ronan at some point:

-i care more about declan than visionary and his handler ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-MATTHEW NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO😭😭😭😭

-ok my german is shit but.......isnt versucht used for er/sie/es or with an auxiliary verb like hatte/werde/habe for ich????

-already in love with how IN LOVE declan/jordan are of each other this is tragic

-HONESTLY I SAW THIS COMING with declan being so cold to Aurora fdkjfsdkjfdskj GDI BUT HE STILL LOVES HIS BROTHERS SO MUCH.

-LISTEN, book 1: DESTROYING DECLAN, book 2: MORE DECLAN DESTRUCTION and then probably my favorite book 3: DECLAN GOES FERAL

-This starting a sentence and repeating it but only changing the end is fucking with my short attention span brain, idk if im re-reading the same sentence like i do when my brain does anything but read or a new sentence. Is this common writer technique???

-GDI IDK WHATS HAPPENING i mean ofc niall made a copy of himself, wait no was it a copy of ronan? DID HE COPY DECLAN’S MOM?? dkjdfjkdf idk

-ok but Jordan is so in love with Declan my heart😭😭 she cares for him too

-so this is the book we all join the declan protection squad huh??

-”Lindenmere loved him” this made me miss cabeswater😪😪

-OPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL😭😭😭💖💖💖💖 i thought she was dead, she is so happy to see ronan GOD IM DRAWING THIS

-Ronan is so terrible at explaining things is both hilarious and frustrating

-I know maggie said opal is like a pet to ronan, but im gonna ignore that HARD

-Dreamscaper is like a game of ronan’s life fkjfsjsk this has nothing to do with the book haha

-can ronan materialize bryde into a punching bag???

-DECLAAAAAAAAN

-gdi he is soooooo gentle and sweet with jordan even after he confirms she is a dream

-happiness for declan 2k19 last wish of the year

-that was the awkwardest knuckle bumping ever, i have second hand embarrassment

-omg what is this a romance novel and declan is the hero???! ON MY FANTASY YA???

-DONT TOUCH MATTHEW

-sundogs....i mean you can do better?? SolarHounds beamcanine ok whatever nvm

-poor jordan :(

-declan broken like this??? He feels soooo young someone protect this child MAYBE HIS MOM

-sargento. thanks this confirms my hc that blue is latina bc i said so

-pffft what if dreamers can contact each other in dreamspace like sense8 and they all chill with each other. Ronan dreaming about adam’s hands and then hennessy is like “lol kinky”

-ooooor?? everyone has a beach, yeah im not letting go that death stranding comparison

-the end of the world trope is so overdone in YA but i like it when its done well so far i like this, but ofc there are 2 more books

-THEY HAVE SUCH A SOFT SPOT FOR MATTHEW same tho??

-can declan and ronan HUG?!

-i like ronan with hennessy, he seems more honest. Not his "evading telling the truth" honest, but actual truthfulness. Although is a bit weird/unsettling

-adam is OKAY and safe with gansey and blue ready to keep ronan safe

-RONAN AND HENNESSY NEW BEST FRIENDS

-everytime Great Falls is mentioned i read Gravity Falls instead

-"a sword that glows?" THE MASTER SWORD. Great idea given em swords it tickles my rpg/medieval love

-KAVINSKY YOU MENTION KAVINSKY BUT NOT NOAH??

-"one man 3d printer" maggie you comedian

-aw ronan is the sun and hennessy the moon awwwwwwww

-the hoverboard, what is this back to the future?

You got this far here is your ⭐ lets go to the mall on our hoverboards

#cdth #call down the hawk #cdth spoilers #llllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooong post #trc #the raven cycle #sorta #ronan lynch #anne has THOUGHT #i took forever to read this #dont send me art #i wanna draw the new characters #and declan??#as i imagine them #maybe #!!#iread

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admutual · 5 years ago

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What do you think Roger’s childhood was like up in space?

oh god , i sdknsdkj have Some hcs for his childhood ,, but my hcs are kinda messy, so i’ll try to word this the best i can.

i’ll start with his relationship with his parents since i got a Lot to say here.

for starters,, his childhood was mostly ,, hh Not Great.

his mother was controlling, emotionally abusive, neglectful, and highly manipulative. she also kept roger a shut-in most of his childhood, so roger never really gained proper social skills and had to rely on her as his only source of interpersonal contact. she had this habit of bullying him and putting him down and just destroying his self-esteem, before softening up and drawing him back in with a faux sense of compassion and gentleness (she def tried to convince him that she was the only one who could possibly love him). she was sorta a ‘zira meets mother gothel meets rainflower from warrior cats, with a little frollo mixed in’ type. she was a mess.

his dad on the other hand was emotionally distant and absent and just utterly disinterested in roger, and the few times he was around he was loud, aggressive, and prone to fits of anger. he was also highly religious and it Showed. i don’t have the actual complete details for the religion he followed, all i really have is most of my inspiration for it stems from a lot of xenofiction i read (lapine mythology from watership down, starclan from warrior cats, the spirituality from tailchaser’s song ,, i’m like physically unable to make non-human creatures without drawing inspiration from xenofiction) and that roger definitely experiences some religious trauma from him.

his parents fought a Lot. and it did a number on roger,, kinda why i like to believe he’s so desperate for drama, it’s all he’s known and the peace of quiet living is unnerving to him.

roger was desperate to be on his parents’ good sides. his mother was unpredictable in this regard in that she bounced back and forth between being gentle and kind before switching to verbal abuse and aggression. his dad though never expressed any positive feelings for roger. rog tried really hard to earn his dad’s affection, but after he got older and started to realize that that just wasn’t gonna happen, his tone toward him shifted to disdain. it definitely helped that his mother was loud in her distaste for his father too and through her aforementioned behavior managed to keep roger on her side through it all. if his mom hated someone, roger did too.

that whole thing about roger eating his dad,, ye . gonna make that Edgier let’s go. i like to imagine it was long after roger had accepted that his dad sucked, he was alone with him, he got pushed a little too far, and he just snapped, killing him. as for the cannibalism thing, that religion i mentioned earlier? i still don’t have much details, but one thing i Do know is that one important belief in this religion is how their bodies are handled after death and it’s very important that funeral services are handled accordingly,, shit like don’t touch the body with bare skin after the passing, their grave must be lined with bark and leaves from a specific type of tree, no visiting the burial site for a set period of time after burial, etc. so roger, being the dramatic extreme petty bitch he is, decided to give one last ‘fuck you’ to his dad by eating him instead to fuck up the burial process. we love taking a generic primetime sitcom and making it edgier than it needs to be.

i kinda like to imagine roger’s relationships with his parents heavily influenced his relationship with stan and francine too:

for stan’s side, roger felt that stan reminded him a lot of his own father. like i said, roger felt a heavy resentment towards his father, and after coming to earth and finding he was going to be living with someone who all too closely resembled him, he put his foot down and refused to allow himself to keel over to what felt like mistreatment from him.

when roger first started to get to know stan, all he saw in him initially was the same anger and neglect he got from his own father, and in turn went out of his way to lash out and harass him as sort of a cathartic defense. but then time went on, the two started to see each other on their own level, and roger realized how stan below the surface was far from how his dad was, and he warmed up enough to view him as a close friend. i kinda like to think roger softened up to stan after finding out about jack too, as you know he could relate to him having a shitty neglectful dad himself.

as for francine, roger was drawn to her for the opposite reason in that she was nothing like his mom. roger was a total mama’s boy back home, like i said she kept him shut-in during his childhood to where she was the only one he could rely on. even after coming to earth, roger was still under the impression that she truly loved him and he had a habit of getting overly defensive of her (klaus makes a ‘your mom’ joke and roger’s in tears screaming at him to take it back). he started to question some of her treatment towards him the longer he stayed, especially with the more families he got close to where he got to observe other people’s parental relationships, but never enough to have an epiphany that she sucked. it wasn’t until after the events of ‘weiner of our discontent’ that he finally started to actively reflect on his past life on his home planet, now that he knew he was stuck on earth to stay, and he finally accepted that his mom wasn’t good to him.

as for how this influenced his relationship with francine, like i said francine was way different from roger’s mom. initially roger was super uncomfortable every time she treated him kindly and gently. he sorta held back from getting too close for a good month or two because he didn’t know which of her behavior was genuine and what was just a facade. but time went on, he decided to trust her by letting down his guard and allowing her to get close, and now the two are as tight-knit as can be. and roger’s still a total mama’s boy with her sometimes. also the aforementioned religious trauma roger experienced,, i like to believe that also drew him closer to francine after hearing her experiences growing up. roger’s just Shared Trauma Buddies with everyone.

anyways after years of constant abuse and neglect, he eventually finds a family that loves him unconditionally and he’s finally allowed to rest. i’m a slut for the ‘earn your happy ending’ trope and i’m pushing that onto roger.

(actually one last thing ,, this isn’t a set-in-stone hc, i’m not sure if i’m gonna keep it, but i like to bounce around the idea that maybe the reason his parents were so awful to him is because they believed he was responsible for a sibling’s death. like roger when he really little was out playing on the ice, things Went Wrong and it shattered, his older sib leaped in to rescue him, but things Went Even More Wrong, and his sibling managed to save him but not themself. and his parent’s (or at least his mom since i like to imagine his dad just from the start was pretty distant) immediately placed the blame on roger and never forgave. like i said idk if i’m gonna keep it as a hc, but whatevs thought i’d mention it anyway since the topic of roger’s childhood’s brought up)

and now that that’s done, the other stuff.

i like to believe because of roger’s kind’s practice of abduction, they have a decent enough study on various other planet’s species. and roger, from a young age, immediately built up a fascination with humans. he spent hours reading and rereading every study and book he could find on them. when he was given the choice to be The Decider, it was a complete dream come true for him, not only because he found what he felt was his life’s purpose, but also because he could finally study up close a species he’s admired all his life. (also once roger landed on earth his interest in humans quickly shifted from an ‘idk i just think they’re cute and fun and interesting creatures!!’ to an ‘oh fuck . o h god … humans are Hot what the hell ….’ like i make jokes about how ‘oh haha steve’s an alien fucker lol’ but tbh ……. roger’s the alien fucker in the relationship.)

bouncing off that, they definitely don’t have english as their main language. that’s always been a trope that’s annoyed me, the whole ‘every alien just inexplicably speaks english by default and can communicate with humans fluently’ trope. because of that, i like to believe roger self-taught himself multiple languages through earthling test subjects, listening to audio recordings and such. he wasn’t completely fluent, but it was enough that he could at least communicate enough once he landed on earth. and as for the mothership featured in ‘lost in space’,, hc that it’s installed with a universal translator. still kinda a lazy cop-out i guess, but whatever.

roger’s always been ,, idk,, softer than his species. not in an ‘uwu he’s actually a total sweetheart’ kinda way, but just in that unlike most of his kind, he can experience compassion (it’s rare and his conscience is still really weak, and empathy is still completely foreign to him, but he does experience compassion for those he allows to get close to him like the smiths), he’s always been too sensitive compared to most of his kind, he’s too emotionally-driven, he latches onto others and cares to much what others think of him, just a bunch of things that to most of his peers made him come across as ‘weaker’.

roger picked his own name!! i don’t really care for the trope of aliens having generic western names, so my hc is that when roger’s kind are born they’re given a placeholder name (or a title or something) and then they’re allowed to pick whatever name they want as they get older, which often times is influenced by other species. like i said earlier, roger’s always had a fascination with humans, and i like to think he decided to name himself after an abduction victim he read up on.

once roger was able to distance himself from his mom and was allowed on his own, he was a constant traveller, both in the sense of journeying across his home planet, and in finding any way possible to travel to other planets. sitting still for too long bored him and he needed to explore every possible place he could.

liste n ,,,,, roger loved building snowmen growing up. the few times he got the chance to get out was always spent building them and creating personalities for them. and he still finds himself building them on earth sometimes.

roger’s always loved reading. he can’t count how many times he flew through all the books they had around the house. and even now he just . really loves to read and can power through massive books in a matter of hours.

he loves watching the snow fall and blizzards always brought him a lot of comfort.

that whole thing about roger’s kind being 60% electricity? roger had a lot of trouble controlling excess electricity as a kid. his parents weren’t good teachers, so he just had a habit of accidentally jolting others on accident, sometimes while reading he’d get too excited and accidentally singe the papers a little, he was always pretty shaky as a kid just from how much electricity he had coursing through his body that he had zero clue how to process safely.

roger’s tendency towards playing characters came at a young age. he was always running around the house playing pretend as multiple characters and that habit just never went away.

i like to imagine roger enjoyed building little dens in the snow to chill in. for his kind, children tend to build snow dens to function in the same way human kids build treehouses,, just to vibe with their friends. and on earth sometimes during the winter roger will decide to build a den in the backyard and spend some of his nights down there.

roger’s kind love swimming. probably one of their more popular sports, hell some of them even choose to fish for their own food in the same way seals do. roger though? terrified of the water. nowadays he’s okay with it (still prefers to avoid it for the most part though), but as a kid it was one of his worst fears.

i feel like there’s something i’m missing? idk, this is long enough though so i’ll stop jsdgndks.

#anon #asks #american dad

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xiaolindude · 5 years ago

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As cartoons as simplifications of reality, they cannot show us every detail we may imagine! What are some features Raimundo has that you consider particularly salient, and is there anything about how your Raimundo looks that may deviate from the cartoons style you can imagine? (things like freckles, height, clothing style).

[ omg i am sO HERE TO DISCUSS RAI YOU HAVE NO IDEA

okay so first of all, i completely agree. cartoons are simplifications and also amplifications of reality. Character designers get to pick and choose which traits are gonna be exaggerated.

So Rai has a very very round head in the series - it’s a stylistic choice, and I choose to believe that he does have a round face. In fact, I think all his features are quite rounded - i don’t think he has a lot of sharp angles on him. Obviously not to the extent of the show, though! I also think he gets a bit of a jawline (and some facial hair) as he ages but his face always has a relatively soft/non-angular quality

His nose is actually quite small in the show, but then again, everyone’s noses seem pretty small so that’s probably another stylistic thing rather than a specific character choice. But the way I draw Rai is with a slightly bigger and more rounded nose. I just… like it? Idk. like when I picture him in my head, that’s what he looks like.

^ this is from a personal project that’s still ongoing but it kinda shows how i like to interpret his head and facial features! obviously it’s just a quick sketch and still a cartoon but it’s not quite as stylised as XS, so it gives a better idea what i think his actual features would look like irl

I can totally see him having freckles! He’s out in the sun aaaaall the time, after all. He’s basically solar powered. But I think, because he’s very tanned, they’d be hard to see - you’d have to get up close to him to notice the faint freckles across his nose and cheeks and shoulders.

He’s also shown to be somewhat tall. Clay is obviously the tallest but Rai seems to not be too far off. He’s about the same height as Jack. My personal headcanon is that he’s not super tall as an adult. I think he ends up average male height. Thought picturing a big lanky rai flying around the temple is kinda funny…

He’s muscular in the show (he’s shown to have strong shoulders, strong pecs and a damn 6 pack so like yh he’s strong and he Knows It), but he’s not beefy, ya know? clay is strong and it shows - he’s a Big Dude. but with rai, the muscle is kinda distributed, so he actually still looks kinda slim, in a way? he’s more of an athletic build. i feel like clay is stronger overall, but rai’s muscles are more well defined. Also I personally headcanon that rai has pretty broad shoulders, especially as an adult.

Interestingly, he and clay are both drawn without body hair. however, jack is shown to have chest hair and leg hair. So are clay and rai just naturally fairly hair-less? so far in their lives, at least? I haven’t thought much about this, tbh, but I can see rai’s body hair taking a while to kick in, and him being super impatient about it. After all, we’ve seen that he thinks facial hair is cool - when he’s daydreaming about being the best surfer, for example, he imagines himself with facial hair. I bet he can’t wait till he can grow it!

my rai loves hoodies. he just. loves them. he lives in hoodies. his wardrobe is very simple and he basically just lives in t-shirts and hoodies. I can’t see him liking jeans very much, as they’re quite restrictive and he’s a pretty active guy. He prefers shorts and loose pants with room to move

MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT RAI: his eyebrows. i love his eyebrows. so. much. i love that they’re just big and dark and expressive idk??? to me, his eyebrows and his green as green eyes are his most standout features. I like it because not a lot of characters get to have Big Eyebrows. they’re usually just average/generic, well-plucked, or like overly-bushy (usually reserved for elderly characters). So it’s nice to have uniquely shaped and sized eyebrows on a younger dude. I take their shape and size in the show as pretty gospel for this reason, and just translate them onto whatever drawing i’m doing of him (see the above example)

i also think he has thick, dark eyelashes and very expressive eyes. he totally bats his eyelashes/does puppy eyes to get what he wants. it worked especially well when he was little because he was an adorable kid so that just added to it.

finally, for now, i wanna bring up his hair. it’s spiky and voluminous in the show and i completely agree with that! i know it’s quite popular in the fandom (or was, back in the day) to just assume he gels it, and i get why, but i personally don’t headcanon that. after all, his hair looks the same even after he’s just woken up! So I choose to believe that the spiky way it’s drawn is kinda more to represent that it’s pretty messy. I can see him having the softest, loveliest thick hair buuuuuutttt it’s a mess at the same time pffft.

so… yeah. those are my ‘non-cartoony details about rai’ hot takes off the top of my head! thanks for the question c: ]

#[ this is messy af bc i'm just thinking out loud and writing things down as they occur to me lmao ]#Anonymous #what’s the dealy? • ANSWERS.#*finger guns* yikes! • ABOUT.#how bad can it be? • HEADCANON.#long post cw #[ i did this instead of my essay and it was a Very Good Decision ]#long post

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oidheadh-con-culainn · 6 years ago

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I've actually read a theory that claimed Cu Chulainn was originally a thunder god. The theory came about because Cu Chulainn's weapon and various attacks contain the word "thunder" like "thunder bolt" or "thunder strike." I'm not saying they're right but I'm curious about what you think.

my gut reaction, based on nothing at all, is to say “nahhhh, that just sounds like someone trying to draw parallels to other literature like norse stuff and looking for connections there so that they can try and make these figures fit their idea of a pantheon”, but that’s based entirely on a gut reaction and also my general reluctance to even consider cú chulainn as a god, because, like... he’s never presented as a god in irish lit. and how they present gods is pretty nebulous and vague anyway, but while he’s got a number of connections to the túatha dé danann and does various bits of magic, he’s not really considered to be one of them. he’s just a dubiously human weirdo with a lot of otherworldly friends.

but like even with the people who are almost certainly actual gods (in the literature at least; that tells us nothing about history/religion), they’re not really gods of stuff. they’re gods who are good at stuff but it’s not... a pantheon? you can’t be like “this person is the god of [x] and that person is the god of [y]”, that’s just not how it works in irish lit. trying to fit them into that kind of paradigm is often just, as gantz put it, pinning roman tails on a celtic donkey.

so as well as not thinking of cú chulainn as a god, i also wouldn’t ever say that an irish figure is a “thunder god” or a “love god” (preserve me from victorian ideas about aengus) or a “sun god” (noooooo). some would but.... i would not be one of them, and neither would very few academics writing in the past few decades.

[while you’re here, i’d highly recommend ireland’s immortals: a history of the gods of irish myth by mark williams. like i can’t stress this enough. if you want to know about the mythological side of things, that’s probably the best book to start with because it’s academic yet accessible, and more importantly, it’s recent. a LOT has changed in celtic studies as a field in the last 50 years yet it often feels like most people i encounter online haven’t read anything more recent than, like, the 40s. at best. which is Not Great. that book came out in late 2016, so actually reflects the current state of the field/discipline based on what we now know about the texts we’re working with and whatever]

but i figured i’d go look for those thunder references just to see if there’s anything in it beyond that, even though it’s like... nearly 1am and i should be in bed. i make bad life choices. hey, kids, don’t do irish lit.

soooooo.... i mean it’s really hard to translate any of the names for the feats he performs and most of them don’t make a lot of sense but i’ve never really noticed a thunder theme? he has his salmon leap, that’s one of the most famous ones.... that’s a fish. like, here’s the list of feats from recension 1 of the táin, translated by cecile o’rahilly (bearing in mind they’re hard to translate)

The ball-feat, the blade-feat, the feat with horizontally-held shield, the javelin-feat, the rope-feat, the feat with the body, the cat-feat, the hero's salmon-leap, the cast of a wand, the leap across ..., the bending of a valiant hero, the feat of the gae bolga, the feat of quickness (?), the wheel-feat, the eight-men feat, the overbreath feat, the bruising with a sword, the hero's war-cry, the well-measured blow, the return-stroke, the mounting on a spear and straightening the body on its point, with the bond of a valiant champion.

there’s nothing about thunder there? they’re most about weapons or movement and where there’s a theme at all, if anything it’s an animal theme, like the cat-feat and the salmon-leap. in the wooing of emer you get

the spear-feat, and the apple-feat, and the sword-edge feat.

so now we’ve got apples as well as weapons

like there’s one reference in R1 that could be relevant, where it says “the thunder-feat of the two warriors in the ford”, but it’s also talking about how noisy they are in the same paragraph, and anyway that would theoretically make them both thunder gods really, it’s not unique to CC

and there’s a couple of references to thunder in R2 as well, like when CC is approaching fer diad and his charioteer in his chariot, but again it just seems to be referencing noise, not directly comparing to thunder (and that’s just the english translation, it’s way too late at night to go looking for the irish right now). and at one point it says he runs as swift as a thunderbolt? but then you go to the muster of the ulaid towards the end and like... half the ulaid are compared to thunder in terms of the noise they’re making as they gather, so it really doesn’t seem like it’s a unique feature of him, that’s just the kind of noise that happens when you get a ton of angry men in one place with their weapons

so idk tbh as a proposition it seems decidedly sketchy to me and based on very little actual textual evidence. like... the feats are hard to translate, i think i’d be wary of anyone saying with too much certainty that they all mean stuff to do with thunder, or whatever, and any references i’ve found to thunder seem very much in keeping with how warriors in general are described, rather than being some unique trait of cú chulainn’s. but also... like, sure, cú chulainn for sure isn’t 100% human, but i would very much hesitate to classify him as a god of any variety, and even if i did, i wouldn’t start trying to pantheon anyone

disclaimer: it’s 00:50am and i had never encountered this theory before 00:26am today so this isn’t exactly the most academic and well-researched answer in the world but whatevs

#cu chulainn #medieval irish #answered #irish mythology #rionaofblue #tc does academia

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dragonscalesatdawn · 6 years ago

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Dragon Worldbuilding in ‘Scales’

@abalonetea

“i’d love to know anything about your dragons that you’re able to share” - first of all, thank you! So much!!!! I was going to answer that in a reblog like you did, but the post got long, so...now it’s this.

Second - You fool. You’ve activated my infodump card! I have so much to share! A lot of what I’m about to write will probably never be explored, at least not in much depth, in the WIP itself, as much as I’d love to, because it’s just backstory infodump stuff and not really plot-relevant. But it’s really cool and I adored coming up with it, so I’m thrilled to have even the tiniest excuse to share!

I’ve put it all under a cut because seriously, I’m not kidding about it being long, lmao.

The classic dragon in fantasy is great, and all, but there are aspects of them that don’t make a whole lot of sense if you look at them from a science viewpoint. I’m no animal expert or anything, but I’ve decided to use what knowledge I do have/can google to try to fix a few of the little things that don’t make sense. I like to science my fantasy lmao. There doesn’t seem to be much I can do about them being far too heavy to ever fly, let alone carry passengers, and a few other elements just wouldn’t come together naturally in a single animal, so I used some backstory excuses.

My world, which I’ve yet to name, was made through a mix of Gods and evolution. Gods made the Big Bang, and though they mostly left things to form as they would, they did help things along here and there, and continuously interfered in how their Big Bang evolved until they had the world as we see it today. They still interfere - frequently, from their viewpoint, but of course they’re immortal, so interference happens only every few thousand years at most.

Dragons were, long story short, a result of one God bragging about her creation of the first human, and saying that nothing could be more creative or original than this, and how her creation would soon conquer the world, blah blah. Another God (Gods being petty as they are) basically just said ‘hold my beer’ and made dragons, in much the same way that a twelve year old author makes a shameless self-insert character. He took a bunch of features from other creatures that he thought were cool and smooshed them together.

Now, if a God wants to bestow a creature with magical abilities, these abilities come from that God, and tax the God a little of their power. Gods have a lot of power, so this is only a very minor inconvenience, but they still like to avoid overusing it if they can. This guy was really hell-bent on spiting his sister, though, so once he had the basic beast to work with, he just couldn’t resist giving them a bunch of magic in the end. But that’s why they’re not just creatures of pure magic.

(Fun fact - another God also had the idea to build a creature to spite the God who made human and her bragging - but she took a different route and just gave humans magic - and hey presto, elves! The dragon guy was really pissed that he didn’t think of it.)

He used magic to make them fly, and magic to allow them to breathe fire - literally, purely for The Aesthetic™. He also gave them a certain brand of telepathy - I’ll get to that later. But that’s all the magic he gave them (although, this was enough to give them a connection to magic that they can, in times of great need, draw on more magic to use at their own will. But that’s basically limited to a panic response, they can’t do it just whenever) and here’s where we get into my own takes.

Dragons are typically reptiles. They’re also typically warm-blooded. Like, super warm blooded - some stories have dragons who are hot enough to make rain turn to steam. Those two facts don’t really work together, so in my world, dragons aren’t reptiles at all. After a bit of research and screwing around, I’ve decided that they’re probably closest to monotremes - a group of mammal that lays eggs. Their scales are made of keratin, similar to an echidna’s (one of two types of monotreme) spines. They also have short, dense fur underneath the scales, and the males have manes. Male monotremes also have a venom spur, so my male dragons have venomous barbs at the tips of their tails.

Monotremes are born hairless, but I discarded that because...because shut up, is why. Baby dragons looking like little lumps of raw chicken didn’t work for my Aesthetic™. But, it seemed to much of a stretch to have them born with scales. Thus, for the first two weeks of their life, dragons are covered in a layer of extra-soft baby fur. The fur doesn’t come in the same variety of colours as their scales, but it’s usually as close as possible. For example, Avaura is going to be a red dragon, but at the point I’m currently up to writing, she’s just a little ginger puffball.

Ok, now for the telepathy thing. Originally, the God who made dragons was content to just let them communicate through body language, but (because this design process took a fair while) he saw how humans and elves were really benefiting from being able to communicate more complex thoughts to one another, and he changed his mind. Only, dang it, he hadn’t made a creature with the sort of mouths that could pronounce sound the way the others’ creatures could, so he had to find another way for them to communicate. One that didn’t drain too much of his own power. So he came up with a pretty complex system.

Baby dragons inside their eggs can sense the minds of people who touch the eggshell, and they imprint upon a creature - usually their mother - from inside, and only hatch when this creature is around to protect them through their vulnerable infancy. And then, only when that creature’s thoughts tell the small that it’s safe to hatch - well, mostly. If a dragon is waiting in its egg for too long, it can get impatient. Sometimes they make hasty decisions about who to imprint upon, and sometimes they do things like hatch when it isn’t safe once they’ve chosen somebody.

(There’s a famous figure in my world who decided to smash a bunch of dragon eggs. It backfired horribly, from his viewpoint anyway, and he ended up with like ten dragons imprinting on him because hey, this guy was better than nobody at all. He may or may not be real, but parents tell their kids about him to scare them away from being cruel to other children.)

Upon hatching, the baby dragon forms a permanent psychic link with it’s imprinted ‘mother’ where their minds become basically two parts of a whole. They can see through one another’s eyes, feel each other’s pain, and remember each other’s memories. They can ‘speak’ to one another without speaking, just by sending thoughts, images, sensations, etc., although in my actual writing I translate these into something like dialogue for readability purposes. When an entire clutch of eggs (which are usually around 30 at my current stage of worldbuilding, but that number might change idk) all the little babies who imprint on the one mother are connected to each other through her. Thus, they have a strongly matriarchal society - and since they can remember all their mind-partner’s memories, after a few generations a dragon is less of an individual being and more an amalgamation of several wise and ancient beings. If they could talk to you, it would probably be a pretty unsettling conversation.

Dragons usually live on a continent, a fair ways away from where the ‘people’ races live and where my story takes place, so when a dragon egg for whatever reason doesn’t imprint on its mother, its usually another dragon who takes care of the lil bab.

But, for reasons that aren’t and probably never will be known, there was one time that a heavily pregnant dragon decided to fly away from her home and lay her eggs in the land of peoples. These babies were all set and ready to hatch, and then tragedy struck and mummy dragon died. The babies never got to emerge from their shells, and there were no other dragons around to adopt them.

Thus, these babies, 30 or so of them (again, might change the number, idk) were left with no mind to tell them it was safe to hatch. So they didn’t. For quite a few years. Then along came a human that one little egg deemed worthy of imprinting on. This human became known as ‘scaled,’ due to the dragon scales, of the same colour as her mind-partner, that grew and spread from the spot on her skin that first came into contact with the egg. Humans aren’t dragons, though, and so the clutch of eggs were far pickier about picking one to imprint on. No two of them ever agreed on a person, and so each scaled human has only been partner to one dragon (aside from the one guy I mentioned earlier, but he’s a special case. And possibly fictional).

The scales growing on human mind-partners is basically the dragon magic trying to identify the hatchling’s mind-partner as another dragon, failing, and instead of accepting this, just going ‘well them I’ll make them a dragon!’ But of course, dragon magic being pretty weak, it takes far more than a single human lifetime for any real change to happen, so they just grow a few harmless scales on the surface. The scales are harder than human skin, obviously, so they make for somewhat decent armour, but just because they protect the skin from cuts does not make the area immune to any sort of bludgeoning or impact-based damage, as many scaled folk find out the hard way.

Avaura is the second-to-last to hatch of this clutch. One the last bab hatches, there will likely be no more scaled people. Unless of course, Something Happens. Which it might. Or might not. Who knows.

And my god, that was long. If you actually read all of that, thank you so much for listening!!!!!!! I hope it was even half as entertaining to read as it was to write :)

#WIP #Writing #Writeblr #Fantasy #Worldbuilding #Dragons #Scales WIP

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celestialsunglasses · 6 years ago

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CHARACTER SHEET repost. do not reblog.

Basics

FULL NAME. Nick Monroe NICKNAME. Nicky, blondie, sweetheart, “shut the fuck up, that was horrible.” GENDER. Genderqueer trans guy HEIGHT. 6′3 AGE. 41 ZODIAC. Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp. LANGUAGES. English, ASL, PSE, triggered out parts of him can speak more because they have a minor form of the gift of tongue. Like a part of him knows Enochian, and another part knows an infernal tongue. Sometimes his mind translates people’s human languages without warning and he can understand things he can’t speak. But he can’t speak it, and if he’s the one speaking it, he can’t understand what he’s saying.

Physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR. Blond EYE COLOR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair BODY TYPE. Tall, thick, some weird middle ground of muscle and pudge. He’s thicker tho. ACCENT. More like a lack of accent, but does fall into a vague white, middle class Baltimore accent when he’s tired. Starts calling people hon. VOICE. Probably Markp’s voice. DOMINANT HAND. Naturally ambidextrous. He has no dominant hand, and can write with both at the same time. But he probably goes with his right a lot of the time because it’s what’s expected. But he could easily switch to his left without much issue. POSTURE. Bit of a slouch. Sometimes depends who’s fronting what the body posture is like. SCARS. Lucifer burn scars on his face and in patches all over, self destructive scars on his thighs that are faded, scars on his hands from punching things, two vertical parallel scars between his shoulder blades where wings could have been, jagged stab and drag scar on his lower right side where his appendix would be if he still had one. (he got stabbed, it ruptured his appendix so he got that taken out), small little scar on his forehead under his hair from being shot with the colt when with Lucifer. TATTOOS. Tattoo of a snake wrapping up his left arm (looks a little like this if i had to pick a size and style comparison, nick’s is a tiny bit smaller and has some blue color in it, but it’s close X), Alligator thing on his left shoulder (can be compared to this in aesthetic X), a tiny cross tattoo on his right index finger ( X ), this on his left palm ( X ), floral half sleeve on his right arm from his shoulder to his elbow (kinda like this X), 2 carnations on his right shoulder with Sarah and Toby’s name and birth and death years as a tribute to them, anti-possession on his inner left ankle in blacklight ink. Eye of Horus on the other side of his left ankle, A bouquet of sunflowers up his right calve, actually an undecided leg sleeve on his right leg in general too, undecided sternum tattoo, others in various places I haven’t decided yet. But he’s a tattoo artist, so he’s pretty covered.

((**note that most of these tattoos aren’t exactly what his look like, they are just the comparisons as close as I can imagine them as someone who can’t draw.)) BIRTHMARKS. N/A MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Facial scars, Tattoos up his arms, maybe the sunglasses, his height. god he’s so tall.

Childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH. Baltimore, MD HOMETOWN. Baltimore, MD BIRTH WEIGHT. 6 pounds, 7 ounces. BIRTH HEIGHT. 18.5 inches. MANNER OF BIRTH. Natural. FIRST WORDS. 'no’ SIBLINGS. Eden Monroe (eldest sister; alive), Lacey Monroe (older sister; alive), Elijah Harrison (half-brother; alive) PARENTS. Robert Monroe (father; alive), Aria Monroe (mother; alive), Scott Harrison (biological father; deceased) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT. They were there to a degree, but distant emotionally for a number of reasons. He struggled to properly get their attention for a good number of years up into his teens, and even into early adulthood because they were all working through things.

Adult Life

OCCUPATION. Tattoo Artist CURRENT RESIDENCE. New Haven, CT CLOSE FRIENDS. Jan Song, Kennie Rhodes, Chev, and the people he works with in his tattoo shop. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Verse/interaction dependent. But default single. FINANCIAL STATUS. Middle class DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes. Had one since he was 17. CRIMINAL RECORD. A surprising no. VICES. Alcohol

Sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Queer. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch. LIBIDO. Hypersexual, but he’s working on being better about it. TURN ON’S. Humor, people who know what they want, kindness, he loves people with dark eyes idk, also hands, listen he’s not picky he likes a good personality. can be a serious personality or a humorous one. but if you’re kind and thoughtful and willing to learn from mistakes there’s a solid chance he’ll like you regardless of anything else, though. TURN OFF’S. Blindfolds, people who are rude, bigoted people of a lot of intersections, close-minded people, people who don’t try to understand him, and people who push too hard too fast to know things about him. He requires patience and if you start asking too many things he’s likely to try and push away. LOVE LANGUAGE. Nick is an extremely touch driven person. So to show him love, he enjoys physical touch. Can be as into it as something sexually intimate, or as simple as patting his shoulder. Or if someone’s not really touchy, a smile does it too. He considers it an affection of sorts. Giving he’ll usually also be a bit touchy feely if he’s given the permission to be, but he also really tries to read other people’s love languages so that he’s giving people the right type of love. It’s sometimes difficult because he’s got a huge urge to be touchy, but he does try. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. He is someone who will talk to you first often times. He’s extremely flirty, but can tone it down if someone seems uncomfortable. He loves taking people he likes on little adventures. He’s an extremely affectionate lover, he respects boundaries. But if you give him permission to be affectionate he will be affectionate as hell. He is out to try and make his partner(s) laugh and feels accomplished when he does. If sex is on the table, he’s very good in bed, and he will show a bitch a good time.

Misc.

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing, reading, doing little artsy things, hanging with friends, watching Netflix if he’s alone, occasionally dancing if he’s cleaning stuff and there’s music playing. MENTAL ILLNESSES. Dissociative Identity Disorder, other dissociative issues, depression, PTSD, ADHD, Alcohol addiction sometimes, Anxiety, insomnia and nightmare disorder, common sleep paralysis. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. Meniere’s disease LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. When he’s the one fronting, he’s right brained as fuck. PHOBIAS. Being alone, being a failure, not being enough, the dark, the devil, god, butterflies, closed spaces, the cold that seeps into his bones when he sleeps, himself. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Outwardly high, but when alone it’s very back and forth. VULNERABILITIES. I’m not sure how to answer this one.

TAGGED BY. No one, I stole it from @thickcrskiin TAGGING. Whoever wants to.

#headcanon #about Nick #nick as hell #dash games #outofscars

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axelsandwich · 7 years ago

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FAQ

I’ve been getting quite a lot of similar questions on curiouscat recently so I figured I might as well put together a FAQ for new fans who have found my twitter.

If you are a new fan of FS, PLEASE go to @soyouwanttowatchfs!

They provide livestream links for most FS competitions and GREAT intro guides on learning about skating basics, competitions, skaters and elements.

See In The Loop podcast’s website for a handy calendar of events with timezone conversions.

A great guide for resources for watching FS events live - this is for Milan 2018 in particular but most things are applicable generally to all competitions.

Rabbit army: some FS fans have begun hosting rabbit streams of FS related content and will post announcements on their twitter when they do. some key ones to follow:

@doubleflutz

@liliorum

@eternaldolphin

Other skating resources. Just combing through the asks of the above accounts and the ones below (you can usually click through the tags) will ‘flesh out’ your basic understanding of FS. Please note that all of the writers are biased to some degree, which is why it’s good to read multiple sources and draw your own conclusions.

Here’s a quick ‘n dirty rundown guide to FS scoring + intro to the field in memes (pre-Olympics field though)

Explainers of key singles skating FS elements with handy visual aides: http://the-real-xmonster.tumblr.com/post/169802732209/hello-new-fans

Jump guide with HIGHLIGHTED visual elements - http://chibura.tumblr.com/post/155092378025/breaking-down-6-basic-jumps

Glossary of common FS terminology: https://soyouwanttowatchfs.com/post/170312069530/figure-skating-abcs-glossary-of-common-terms

Guides to skaters current in the FS scene

http://soyouwanttowatchfs.tumblr.com/tagged/preview

http://iguana012.tumblr.com/post/166468292271/the-ladies-of-figure-skating-heading-into-the

http://iguana012.tumblr.com/post/166512345061/the-men-of-figure-skating-heading-into-the

Reblogged tag of SYWTWFS has good content from other creators: http://soyouwanttowatchfs.tumblr.com/tagged/reblogged

FS Ask answers a wide range of questions: http://figureskatingask.tumblr.com/

Chibura does some VERY detailed in-depth writeups/breakdowns for when you’re a little more advanced: http://chibura.tumblr.com/tagged/figure-skating-analysis

I couldn’t watch (insert broadcast) live! Where can I rewatch?

Was it broadcast on Japanese TV? Are you within 1wk or so of the broadcast date?

FujiTV usually saves the broadcast for about a week for you to rewatch. Find the right channel + timeslot the show originally aired (most details should be published somewhere, just dig for it. If it’s Yuzuru, the FujiTV channel number and time will be on the front page of the viewing thread on Planet Hanyu)

Did it feature Yuzuru?

Check the compilation threads on Planet Hanyu which usually upload links very soon after the broadcast and throw some thanks to Kaeryth for doing so much hard work

It’s not in the compilation thread

Ask and hope for the best in the Media Requests thread

Read through the Twitter timelines of fans who tend to retweet news on your particular skater and they may retweet a tweet containing an upload link

Check Youtube/Dailymotion - uploaders tend to be slower (unless for competition programs). If you can find the Japanese title, sometimes searching in Japanese on Youtube or DailyMotion will give you results (Dailymotion is favoured more by JP uploaders since they don’t take things down as often)

It doesn’t feature Yuzuru

Best to message ‘main’ fans of those other skaters or check forums such as GoldenSkate (low possibility but maybe)

Here’s a list of my personal recs for a couple of non-yuzuru-focused stans

YUZURU-SPECIFIC FAQs

what’s a yuzuru hanyu?

your historic two time olympic mens figure skating champion champion, also maybe some sort of highly addictive substance idk

where can I get yuzu news and updates?

planet hanyu has a news thread with all the most recent yuzu news

here’s a fanyu and fandom lingo-specific glossary

the calendar also records when shows will be broadcasted

tumblr blogs focused on yuzuru that I personally like to follow are: @tsukihoshi14, @the-real-xmonster, @jumpitwithashuulanditwithapa, @yuzusorbet, @wherespacepooh, @jardinaquatique, @tadakixd

sportymags on wordpress has a bunch of really nice and helpful yuzuru blog entries

I also just love reading morozombie’s blog entries, he has this dry writing style that tickles my exact funny bone

you can also comb through most of the people I follow on Twitter

who is the old dude who’s always seen with yuzuru at competitions?

most likely kikuchi akira (the old Japanese guy who is Yuzu’s personal trainer): https://sportymags.wordpress.com/2016/07/23/yuzuru-hanyu-team-hanyu/

or ghislain briand, Yuzu’s jump coach at TCC: http://kaerb.tumblr.com/post/172441621579/hey-lae-im-sorry-to-bother-you-but-i-cant-find

are yuzuru and javier real friends?

what happened between yuzuru and denis ten at boston worlds 2016?

what happened to yuzuru at boston worlds 2016?

he was hiding a lisfranc ligament injury which had gotten steadily worse all season

this also sums up how it felt to be a fan at the time in context

what happened to yuzuru at Cup of China?

These Aoi Honoo II chapters detail the situation in Yuzuru’s own words (be warned, it’s quite graphic in its descriptions): - https://yuzusorbet.tumblr.com/post/150270208657/my-sharing-from-aoi-hono-ii-warning-will-cause - https://yuzusorbet.tumblr.com/post/150343296547/continuation-of-scene-10-of-aoi-hono-ii-a-battle

why do some fans on twitter call yuzuru ‘zazura’ or otherwise butcher his name?

it’s a joke to make fun of the fact western commentators have frequently messed up his name in the past, ranging from ‘yuzura to yasunori’

where does this clip of yuzu come from? / where can I find a clip of yuzuru at [event]

do not ask me - I rarely save links

either post here or ask the person who uploaded the clip

All of yuzuru’s senior competition performances

Links to documentaries, shows and other media yuzu’s participated in

where can I find a copy of yuzuru’s autobiographies?

There are no official translations of his autobiographies Aoi Honoo 1 and 2 or Yume wo Ikiru (his newest ones) but generous fans have translated it (or parts) into English. You can show proof of purchase for Aoi Honoo 1 and get the Eng translation here: http://yuzuru-hanyu-translations.weebly.com/aoi-honoo.html @tsukihoshi14 has recently completed a translation of Aoi Honoo 2, you can show proof of purchase and get the translations now: http://tsukihoshi14.tumblr.com/post/171947689783/aoi-hono-ii-english-translations @yuzusorbet has done partial translations of Aoi Honoo 2 here: https://yuzusorbet.tumblr.com/post/156152283157/aoi-hono-blue-flame-and-aoi-hono-2-are

where can I get yuzu merchandise in japan?

my favourite yuzu moments

my top 5 fave yuzu programs

what I think are some of yuzu’s best contributions to figure skating

what music I want yuzu to skate to next season

what costumes I want yuzu to wear next season

what made you love hanyu?

PERSONAL STUFF

what camera/lens do I use?

I shoot with a canon 5D mk 2. for travelling and figure skating photos I shoot with a 24-105mm f/4 and 40mm f/2.8

tips for learning japanese

how long does it take to achieve fluency in japanese?

advice for solo travel

photography tips

tips for starting a blog

how do you travel so often?

C+P from another CC ask: I pay for it with my own savings. I've been working while studying since high school and also benefit from scholarships. I'm lucky to get some support from my family (they give me money on eg. my birthday/Chinese New Years that I save) and to live with them (since Sydney house prices are so ridiculous that it’s almost impossible to move out). sometimes I travel for work so expenses can be covered there.

I definitely don't travel this often all the time. I set aside a significant portion of my savings to do so. My biggest motivation for doing this trip I’m currently on (Europe + USA 2018) was 1) being in Europe already which, relative to Australia, means travelling to all these countries is much cheaper than eg. 4 separate trips from Australia it probably would have taken to cover all those, 2) having a large amount of time that I won’t ever have again and 3) being lucky to have eg. Friends/family in some of the cities I’m doing which means free accommodation. They’re very specific circumstances that have made it possible for me

#yuzuru hanyu #figure skating #figure skate #i really didn't expect to make this but the questions are....getting rather frequent #so w/e organisation is FUN

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