#other ships possible

[thetavolution]

They Fell From the Sky

Bruno x OC

a/n : I have so much to do and I've been depressed. I've been hyper-fixating on Encanto and Bruno. I decided to let myself just be a dork and write this.

I headcanon that Encanto takes place in 1949 based on the idea that the triplets were born on October 17, 1899. I was slightly inspired by this. I stumbled on the idea for this fic by accident. I brought my OC Bex along for this ride.

I played with the idea that the characters speak English and Spanish. If they're speaking English, I put entire sentences in Italics to help indicate it. If anyone has a better title suggestion, I'm all ears!

Plot: A plane crash brings a group of strangers to the Encanto, bringing new dangers to the village.

Chapter 1

Bruno had a vision.

Smoke would billow from the mountains around the Encanto as fire erupted from the wreckage of a plane. The ground would shake from the impact. There were blood stains on the grass as survivors rose from the ashes, descending to the village below. The townspeople were anxious, not sure what to expect from these outsiders. It wasn’t clear how many there would even be. As leaders of the community, the Madrigals prepared themselves for what was to come.

They would help these strangers or, if they proved dangerous, protect their village from them.

There had been talk about trying to intercept the crash by sending people out of the Encanto to find nearby civilization. They would try to radio any nearby planes to tell them to turn back. That was easier said than done, given how far off the beaten path their town truly was. Mariano volunteered to try for the closest town, although many people feared it was inviting trouble to their home. The odds he would intercept the plane in time were so low that the villagers didn’t believe it was worth it.

The Madrigals focused on preparing for the strangers’ arrival. They were ready for every possible outcome.

“What if they don’t speak Spanish?��� Camilo wondered.

“We’ll figure out something,” Mirabel answered, confidently. “We’ll just have to be patient with each other.”

Mirabel was the backbone of the family. Everyone stood taller and stronger because of her, and Bruno couldn’t be more proud. He would have sworn off giving prophecies if Mirabel hadn’t encouraged his gift. She could see the good in every vision. She helped him to finally feel like he was truly gifted.

“We made a temporary shelter on the edge of town.” Mirabel set a cup of coffee down in front of her grandmother. It was tradition for the Madrigals to eat breakfast outside, weather permitting. They’d catch up and discuss what was in store for the day. The Madrigal women ruled the roost and Bruno liked it that way.

“They’ll have somewhere safe to stay when they get here,” Mirabel added. The whole family had agreed it would be too dangerous to house the newcomers at the casita.

“Thank you, Mirabel.” Alma trusted Mirabel to help oversee a lot of the preparations. They had a new understanding between them. It was a lot easier for Mirabel to get things done when people believed in her. 

Bruno said nothing. He rarely jumped into family conversations, preferring to be a fly on the wall. A decade of watching in silence will do that to a person.

“I’ve been gathering ingredients to make sure there’s plenty of food,” Julieta added. No one needed a doctor when she could cure their ills with an arepa con queso or two. “We should also be ready for when some of them….”

“Don’t survive,” Alma finished. 

Julieta nodded. “It’ll be devastating for them,” she said. Julieta had boundless empathy for those around her. It broke her heart to know the trauma that these complete strangers would endure.

“Do we know when it’s going to happen?” Isabela wondered.

There was a long silence. It took Bruno a moment to realize everyone at the table was waiting for him to answer. He sat up a little flustered he had missed his cue. “No, no, it wasn’t clear,” he answered, nervously. “My visions are never that precise.” It was a drawback to the gift. He could never say when it would happen, just that it would.

The family finished up their breakfast before getting to back to work. They would get their answer to Isabela’s questions that same day.

It happened just after nightfall.

The flames that engulfed the Ariel Star lit up the night sky. The wreckage was high enough that the village was safe from the initial contact, though the ground shook fiercely. It woke Antonio from a deep slumber, sending him running to his mother’s arms. There was only some debris that Luisa quickly dispatched of. The search party was at the ready and headed up the mountain only minutes after the crash.

Everyone who remained in the village was beside themselves with worry, and Bruno couldn’t blame them. He had a follow-up vision that showed anyone sent up the mountain to help would return safely. It quelled one fear the villagers had. Still, the Encanto had been isolated for 50 years. Bruno himself had reservations about being exposed to outsiders. He tried to remain open-minded. His nieces and nephews helped with that. They were bouncing off the walls with excitement over the idea of meeting new people. They had all sorts of theories on what they might be like.

Luisa had, unsurprisingly, offered to go up. Her parents had firmly rejected the offer. It was far too dangerous for them to send their little girl. Neither Julieta nor Agustín said it aloud, but it was also clear they knew there would be casualties. They wanted to shield their children from the death that the rescue party would come face to face with.

Félix was part of the search party, but Agustín was, kindly, told to remain in town to help Julieta. They feared that the accident-prone man would get himself killed. Julieta needed the extra hands to help care for any injured survivors. It was already a miracle people lived at all, it’d be impossible for them to be unscathed. Pepa helped Julieta and Mirabel when she wasn’t pacing, terrified about Félix.

“What if he gets hurt?” The cloud above Pepa’s head boomed with thunder.

“Bruno’s vision showed us that everyone will be alright,” Mirabel reassured her. 

Pepa nodded. She was able to get herself to stop pacing. She continued to help move supplies, allowing the cloud above her head to storm. She’d gotten better at just feeling her feelings. Mirabel squeezed her tía’s shoulder. She noticed that it helped calm the storm for a nanosecond. 

It took hours before the rescuers returned with dazed and injured survivors. Julieta had been given plenty of time to cook healing arepas and empanadas. The Madrigal children were kept away from the process of bringing in the injured and healing them.

Mirabel had been sent home long before the survivors arrived at the makeshift camp. Back at the casita, she couldn’t sit still, frustrated.

“I should be down there helping,” Mirabel lamented. The desire to help everyone ran in the Madrigal blood, but Mirabel truly embodied it.

Bruno placed a hand on her shoulder. He had stayed behind to keep the children occupied. “It’s better you don’t see it.”

“How can they expect me to stay on the sidelines?” Mirabel exclaimed. “I’m practically an adult! I should be there.”

Bruno smiled, weakly. Was it tradition for 15-year-olds to see themselves as ‘practically an adult’? He remembered thinking the same thing at her age. He knew that in few years time, she’d realize she wasn’t as adult as she thought.

“Mirabel,” Bruno gently redirected her attention. “You���re needed here.” He nodded his head toward Antonio.

When Mirabel’s eyes landed on Antonio, she softened. Bruno knew that would be the thing to convince her. If he couldn’t talk her into staying away for her own good, she’d do it for Antonio.

“Alright, you win. This time.” Mirabel knew what he was doing. It still worked so, yes, he did win.

It would be hours before anyone returned home. The decision to make the children stay behind turned out to be warranted. Pepa and Félix were the first to return, looking haggard. Bruno approached, quietly. His eyes met Pepa’s and she silently pleaded, ‘Please, don’t ask.’

He wouldn’t learn more until Julieta returned. Out of 30 passengers, only 14 had survived. Even with Julieta’s gift, it was bloody and grim. Her magical gift had also lead to panic among the survivors. None of them had ever encountered magic before.

“Fortunately, most of them seem to know Spanish, even if they aren’t very good at it,” Julieta said. “I was able to explain what was happening. There was a boy with them who helped translate, too. He was Colombian so it was easy to talk to him.”

“How did they take it?” Bruno asked. “Your gift, I mean.”

“When they realized I was saving their lives, they took to it very quickly,” Julieta managed a smile. It was a smile that was meant to comfort her baby brother. “I have to go back soon, but we also wanted to give them some space to mourn.”

It had to be devastating, Bruno thought. He didn’t even want to try to put himself in their shoes.

“Some of them have a clear head,” Julieta said. “They seem to be the ones taking the lead. We’ll be helping them find a way to get everyone home.”

Bruno could understand their urgency to get home. It would also make the village feel safer, knowing that they were already planning their departure.

“We were right to leave the children at home,” Julieta added. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve healed a lot of broken bones and wounds in my time, but some of them came to me completely mangled. The children should never have to see that.”

Bruno carefully took his sister’s hand in his, pulling her closer to wrap his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, needing the embrace.

“How are you feeling, hermanita?” Bruno knew that people often forgot to check in on Julieta. She was the eldest daughter who always had to hold it together for everyone else.

With that one question, Julieta let loose a stream of tears. She clung to her brother for dear life. Bruno let her cry, patting her back for comfort. It was all the answer he needed. They remained like that until Julieta’s tears subsided. She stood back and cupped her brother’s face in her hands.

“Thank you.” She then lowered her hands, wiping away any lone tears still on her face. “I need to get back to work, but I very much needed that.”

And, as if nothing happened at all, Julieta went back to work, darting around the house. Bruno would always admire her strength and courage, wishing he was more like that.

It would be a few days before Bruno would even meet any of the survivors. They had been struggling to process the loss of 11 passengers and the 5 crew members of the plane. As Julieta said, only some of them were able to move forward with a clear head at the moment. Their de facto leader, Edward Gruber, had arrived at the Madrigal home, accompanied by their Colombian guide, Guillermo Muñoz, and a woman named Bex McQuoid. She’d been brought along to be a mediator of sorts for Edward and Guillermo, who had no lost love between them. Guillermo didn’t seem to be much older than Mirabel and Camilo, but it was difficult to gauge how old he was on sight alone.

Having a fellow Colombian with the survivors definitely helped ease some fears. He was the most accepting of the Encanto. It didn’t take long for him to fit in among the villagers, although he had a clear Rolo* accent. He was definitely a city boy and, while he fit in, he definitely was missing the comforts of home.

They had arrived in time for dinner. The family gathered with their guests in the cozy dining room with a meal lovingly prepared by Julieta and Isabela. The family allowed Abuela to steer the conversation. She still ran the show, after all.

“Señora Madrigal, we’re hoping to be out of your hair very soon.” Guillermo was a polite young man. He seemed rocked by the events of the crash, yet he was a strong and resilient lad. “I imagine you must be very worried about all these strangers in your home.”

“We had concerns,” Alma sat tall at the head of the table. She was a powerful presence. “Our village has never had outsiders.”

“This is probably a pretty traumatic way to get your first visitors,” Bex noted. While she seemed to be putting on a brave face, Bruno had a suspicion it was for Guillermo’s benefit rather than her own. 

Guillermo and Bex shared a look. It seemed to be a silent language between them. It reminded Bruno of the silent conversations his family could have with just a glance. The two seemed to have a familial relationship, although Bruno couldn’t really discern if they were actually related. They didn’t look anything alike, but that didn’t prove or disprove anything.

“We have no intention of bringing anyone else here,” Guillermo reassured the Madrigals. “Once we leave the Encanto, you’ll never hear from us again.”

“Bex, tell the boy not to be so dramatic,” Gruber cut in. He seemed to have no reverence for the dead. It felt like having a salesman in their house.

“Call me crazy, but I think he can hear you without my help,” Bex took another bite of her dinner, disinterested in Gruber. Guillermo smirked.

Gruber quickly changed the topic, “You live in such a beautiful and vibrant town. It’d be a shame to just leave and pretend we’d never been here at all.”

“We prefer our privacy,” Alma stood firm. Her only concern was to protect her family. Gruber’s alleged charm would have no effect on her. “We offer our hospitality to you, but we do ask that you leave as soon as possible. We would prefer if you did not return.”

“Let’s not be too hasty, Abuela,” Mirabel said. “I don’t think we have to completely cut off the outside world.”

Alma gently touched her granddaughter’s shoulder. “We will speak on that another time, Mirabel.”

Mirabel bit her tongue. Alma and Mirabel might not discuss everything in the moment, but there was an unspoken promise to discuss it later. Alma simply didn’t want to do it in front of strangers.

“We very much respect your wishes, Señora Madrigal,” Guillermo promised.

“Seconding the kid,” Bex said. “You got a nice thing going here. I wouldn’t want us messing it up either.”

“We wouldn’t be ‘messing it up’,” Gruber argued. “I’m suggesting we simply come to some sort of agreement, like a trade agreement or alliance.”

“Trade agreement?” Alma sounded skeptical of the suggestion.

“Yes!” Gruber became more animated as he spoke. “You see, Bex and me come from a place called America. It’s just above—”

“I’m aware of what the United States is,” Alma cut him off. Bruno noticed a smirk cross Bex’s face at that. She enjoyed Gruber being put in his place. “We’re not the fools you imagine us to be.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Señora!”

The way he spoke Spanish was like nails on chalkboard to Bruno and he couldn’t explain why. While Bex had an accent — a fairly thick one — he didn’t mind listening to her speak. Perhaps it was because she took corrections on grammar and pronunciation from Guillermo in stride. She lacked the defensiveness Gruber had over his Spanish.

“Then how did you mean it?” Camilo asked, dubious.

“I wasn’t sure how much outside knowledge this village had, that’s all,” Gruber said. “You said you were isolated. It was an honest mistake.”

Alma was unimpressed, but allowed him to continue.

“We have a lot in common,” Gruber addressed Alma. “You’re a mother. I have a kid! She’s back over at the little huts you have us staying at. She’s about this one’s age.” He pointed directly at Mirabel. “And I’m sure she’ll pop out a grandkid or two eventually, so I’ll eventually get around to the abuelo thing. And back home, I’m very respected in my community, like you are!”

Guillermo grumbled something Bruno couldn’t hear at that. He made a mental note to ask Dolores what he said later on.

“I think my company has a lot to offer the Encanto,” Gruber said. 

“What kind of company do you run?” Mirabel asked.

“I’m in real estate,” Gruber exclaimed. “I’ve been buying properties in Florida and the Bahamas for a while now. I’ve started expanding my business to South America and I knew Colombia was the perfect place to start….”

As Gruber droned on, Bruno struggled to focus. His social battery was draining faster by the moment. It didn’t help that something felt off about this man. Bruno’s anxiety was starting to bubble up, causing him to fidget. He would pull at a string on his ruana before telling himself to leave it alone. He was too nervous to eat so he didn’t know what to do with hands. His fingers went right back to that string on his ruana. 

He felt someone was watching him. He looked up to see Bex had noticed his movements. Great, now he was even more anxious. He gave her a jittery smile, trying to be polite. She gave him a much more confident smile in return. She turned her focus back to eating, giving Bruno some reprieve. He was used to watching other people, not being watched.

He felt a hand squeeze his. He looked down to see Antonio holding his hand. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Bruno’s anxiety dissipated in an instant. He whispered back. “Thank you, Toñito.”

“I’ll let you think about what I said.” Gruber wiped any food remnants off his mouth before getting to his feet. Bruno had missed every word of his sales pitch. “Maybe we can continue it after you’ve slept on it.”

Alma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “My answer will remain the same.”

What had Mamá said? Bruno wondered, regretting tuning out.

“Now, Señora Madrigal, you don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

“I should remind you that there are people in your group who are still in mourning,” Alma reminded him. Bruno was reminded of the black shawl that used to grace his mother’s shoulders, as if she would mourn his father forever. It took her 50 years to finally take it off.

She must have been disgusted with his disrespect for the dead and those who mourned them.

“I don’t understand,” Gruber admitted.

“She’s trying to tell you that you’re being tacky,” Guillermo switched to English. Bruno didn’t catch a word of it. Did any of his nieces or nephews learn English? He’d have to ask.

Gruber’s grip tightened around his fork. When the wave of anger passed, he let out an amused chuckle. “Life must go on, as they say,” he said. “But we don’t want to wear out your welcome. Thank you for dinner and my compliments to the chef.”

Julieta smiled although Agustín placed a protective hand around her waist. It felt like a threat to have this man even just speak to his wife. “Thank you,” she said.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get some of these recipes from you before we leave the Encanto,” Bex said to Julieta.

“It would be my pleasure,” Julieta said, happy to teach people how to cook traditional Colombian food.

The goodbyes between the two groups were clunky, but the Madrigals remained polite in seeing them out the door. Félix helped guide them back to the survivors’ huts. Bruno watched as they headed down the pathway. He had a bad feeling about all of this.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mirabel nudged him.

“Huh?”

“About that guy?”

Bruno nodded. “Something’s not right with him.” It was really saying something for Bruno, of all people, to say that about someone else.

“So…?” Mirabel was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for him.

“So?” He wasn’t picking them up.

“Have another vision! This time, about Señor Gruber.”

Bruno took a deep breath. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to have another vision.

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*The Rolo accent is a Colombian Spanish dialect that's spoken in Bogotá and other major cities. Guillermo is from Bogotá so he has a Rolo accent.

[lucabyte]

Yeah, that about sums it up.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

[whaliiwatching]

one in a million admirers…

based on ofc this prompt

[ladeldee]

I like to think now, every time they look up and see each other they just can't help but happily greet one another

[mobius-m-mobius]

What were you calling me? Mobius. It’s a pretty cool name.

Loki 1x02 // 2x05

[dykedvonte]

You ever just see a Mouthwashing take that makes you want to bang your head into a wall? I literally just saw someone claim Curly couldn't have been emotionally abused by Jimmy before the crash because he was in a higher position of power than Jimmy.

-Shrimp Anon

The mouthwashing fandom has shown me that people genuinely do believe that certain types of abuse are not as detrimental as other types especially when they deem those immune/resistant, ergo, believing one is objectively worse no matter how it affects the person nor the intersections of power, history and dynamics at play.

Get ready cause this is a yap session:

Cause like it's heavily implied that Curly and Jimmy's friendship was toxic and abusive, pointedly in the direction of how Jimmy uses Curly's belief/comfort in him. Curly wasn't forced to enable Jimmy but he was emotional and mentally on edge around him in almost every scene in some way. Mental and emotional abuse are not contingent on what positions you have at work. Yeah, he's Jimmy's boss but he was Jimmy's friend first and it's like getting into Psych discussion to talk about how social power tends to overshadow any perceived organizational power in the human mind. People are concerned about their jobs ofc but they tend to hang onto and put more value/investment into their personal relationships, hence why there tends to be laws and restrictions around mixing the two.

I always see the sentiments that "Curly is a grown ass man", "Curly is bigger than Jimmy", "Curly is Jimmy's boss", "He just needed a backbone" as criticisms of Curly and while I do agree that on the surface level all of these to be true and viable ways Curly could've taken more control of the situation, I often look at the parallels of Anya and Curly as victims of Jimmy pre/post crash.

The way Jimmy talks to Anya post crash is how he talked to Curly in the pre-crash segments. It's hard to pin-point mainly because we know he hates and wants nothing to do with Anya compared to his contrary but similarly handled obsessions with Curly. It's a weird sort of "honey-moon" effect of abuse Jimmy does in terms of emotional and mental victimization. He is always horrid to Anya, always talking down or questioning her abilities and thoughts in a situation, this of course includes the harassment and assault. However, he has a moment of attempted gentleness/conditioning when he question her about the mouthwash when she's contemplating drinking it at the table. The key difference is he has no personal investment in Jimmy outside wanting nothing to do with him, meaning there is no sort of romanticized version of him that he can condition her off of. He knows this, hence, why he always reverts to trying to make her to scared to oppose him.

This sort of give and take of "kindness" doesn't work on her because she knows he is just doing it to take more from her than whatever he could possibly give but it reflects even the "softer" scenes between him and Curly where he always rewords or rephrases Curly's sentiments and concerns to sound more shallow. He is feigning a deeper understanding by reworking Curly's emotions into something bad and needing to be hidden. Everything is laced with envy and resentment, an outburst just around the corner, I mean he even slams the table in the birthday party scene, a tactic in emotional manipulation to set the victim on edge and cloud their ability to respond. Even if Curly knows Jimmy won't get physical in that moment, the physical actions is intended to make him back down in the confrontation in case it does. This is something that is just not person specific. It ingrains itself into how you interact with the world and life and it shows in major and minor ways with Curly.

Post-crash, the abusive nature is more in tandem to the physical victimization Anya went through and the stripping of voice and autonomy we see take place. Like the parasite in HFIM, Jimmy speaks for Curly most of the time and puts words in his mouth, similarly to how he takes Anya's plans as his own. He very commonly, with the both of them mind you, supplements the worst aspects of himself into them; pettiness, selfishness, lack of understanding... And tries to cover himself with their best qualities; kindness, planning, initiative, etc...

These parallel are just to say that positional power has little to do with if a person can be abused and how it can even be flipped to further the abuse. There is no doubt that Curly could've picked up on Jimmy's envy of his position hence another reason he never confronted him as a Captain but as a friend as doing so would immediately put Jimmy in a space to be confrontational/combative.

I think the disdain some people have when they talk about the heavily implied if not implicitly stated emotional/mental abuse Curly experienced being Jimmy's friend is when treating it as an excuse to why he didn't do more. I can understand that completely because it is not an excuse to why he didn't do more but is a very real reason people in his position in these scenarios can experience whether in the context of a work or social environment. However, I also think the way people talk about it really does demonstrate a bigger problem when talking about abuse when somehow who is/was abused is either part of the issue or enabled it.

Harkening back to the sentiments about Curly's inaction regarding Jimmy, I think the exact phrases I used/have seen show how there is an inherent belief that it is easier to overpower the effects of emotional/mental abuse that go in tandem with the perception of Curly as someone who should be able to. There is not an age you suddenly stop being susceptible to abuse nor a set point or low where you realize how it has affected you. You don't suddenly know to stand up or put a face on to face your abuser nor admit that you inadvertently enabled them to subjugate someone else to the same treatment. Maybe it's my psych brain but their is this growing belief that direct action is somehow easy or always the best method with the game shows you instances where it is not always the case. In real life that rings true too. He should have done more, but it's not impossible to see why he struggled to find a way or didn't even if it makes us mad.

It's not easy to suddenly gain a "back-bone". You don't immediately want to resort to aggression, especially if it mirrors the type you were a victim to. You don't want to believe you allowed yourself to be treated this bad, let it get that bad or allowed something bad to happen to someone else. It is easy to be in denial, to retreat to your thoughts or make excuses to avoid the painful truth. It's frustrating but in a way we know is relatable. It why we both hate and love Curly for it. We know we'd be better, we think we'd be better, we like to think we wouldn't falter in the same ways but it's always easier to say that from the outside looking in. It's easy to see what he was doing wrong because we are seeing it, not him, but the game really does make you picture what you would do if this was your raw reality and it's why this debate about Curly seems so never ending/contradictory. We can all say what we'd do but bottom line is that's much different when you're in the moment with all the emotions and human feelings attached.

I personally think Mouthwashing tackles the themes of rape culture, enabling, toxic masculinity, types of abuse and patriarchy in ways that are meant to deconstruct the typical straightforward views we mostly have of these concepts and how little subtilities of them are just as, if not more, detrimental than the overt/obvious parts. The game deals with the idea of little details and bigger picture in a way to show that sometimes the bigger picture is not the issue but the little details that make it up. It's why I have a personal dislike of depictions of Jimmy as the typical horrible person who would of course do something like this because the game is about noticing the little warning signs, the foreshadowing and foresight.

It's why I dislike the typical discussion of "bro code" and "boys will be boys" for the game because the game makes a point to avoid the standard depictions of such. It is about the type of men who still enable despite not condoning, agreeing or even perpetuating harmful beliefs because they can't see the little details or the ways it seeps into their everyday. The severity is not obvious to them as it was not obvious to Curly, Swansea or even Daisuke the way it was to a woman like Anya. There are little details about Jimmy that should ring alarms but if you are too naive like Daisuke, too distant like Swansea or too conditioned like Curly, they are just off markers.

There is 100% more constructive/concise ways to say "Curly was a victim of Jimmy's abuse on an emotional and mental aspect that clouded his judgements and perceptions in the scenario" while also critiquing on the side of "Curly still had a responsibility to protect Anya as a crew mate and Captain that he failed to do due to biases and stigma's he failed to surpass" without the weird condemnation people give him about should've knowing better than to let himself be manipulated by a person he considered a close, if not family/best-friend and had his own reasons to trust initially. Also stop being weird about victims of abuse in general with this fandom, like sorry not everyone has a like social epiphany the moment someone's nasty to them. People are treating it like you immediately know when you are in a toxic relationship immediately or comprehend when a person is actively dangerous and either it's your fault for not knowing how to leave/cut them off or you deserve it. Like the hypocrisy of people believing how certain fans treat the story reflect their irl views but not their own is crazy.

End statement is: I honestly don't even know man, I've been writing this too long and just like no man on that ship was perfect or really helped Anya when it mattered and I feel like pitting them against each other in discussion on who did the least or most or how it was justified sucks cause in the end Anya always did the most and best thing for herself.

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

people always talk about edwin being an older ghost, and he technically is, but he doesn’t have any more experience being a ghost than charles. he was in hell from the moment he died to the night he met charles. he died at 16 and then did not get a chance to go through any growth or learn anything in hell other than torture—he lost those 70+ years. functionally, neither of their afterlives start until they meet, and they have to (get to) learn how to be ghosts and how to exist in this form on earth together every step of the way. anyway, what are you procrastinating right now? i’m procrastinating an essay that was due 4 days ago AND an essay that’s due tomorrow 🤠

[polterwasteist]

So what if it's been 3 months since the Love is Blind video came out? idc, i still love the bro-husbands

[isagrimorie]

"Agent" Vidal and Detective "Agnes'" First scene together - Pt 1, 2, 3, 4

Agatha All Along - 1x01

[katiekatdragon27]

Guys what is this book and what is the Bill on it? All I know is gay shapes-

A. Sphere: I'm not calling you "Good Boy" A. Square, that court case was SHIT.

Me earlier: Wow! The Book of Bill just came out, that's cool ig.

Everyone recently: *being super active in the tag, watching the movies, relogging and liking my art*

Me: *me carrying some small doodles over* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???

Thanks for bringing me back to brainrot by spam-liking all my old posts guys I forgive none of you (/J I LOVE YOU ALL)

More stuff below cut (BE WARNED NEW FLAT-PEOPLE SOME OF IT IS LOWKEY SPOILERY):

A. Square and A. Faux Line: Damn, that circle kinda a hottie- ...

I had this silly idea after my 29374th time watching Flatland that a majority of the first part of the movie is just A. Sphere watching all the shit go down like the worst telenovela you've ever seen. Also, that A. Line was originally going to be the apostle, but... uh... she can't really do that anymore, so he banks all his money on A. Square.

Also, I thought it would be super funny of A. Square and A. Faux Line both crushed on A. Sphere when he first showed up lol. Crazy smooth priest spawns and everyone swoons.

Older Hex doodles too. I love Hex, they're such a real one the whole time. With all the faults of Sphereland, I do like Hex maining in that one. But I also like picking and choosing which things I take as canon in my own work, so you get young adult Hex with their totally not-romantically-involved-with-at-all partner Punto (P. Octagon).

It's been a bit since Flatland happened in this hypothetical, so A. Square's still around. He's trying to be supportive of his masc-nonbinary kid who likes kissing boys, but still has to be annoying with dad jokes and the occasional backhanded compliment. He means well tho.

A. Tesseract: Hello A. Square!

A. TESSERACT OH HOW I'VE MISSED YOU POOKIE <3333. She's probably one of my most favorite ocs I've made (and the one that gets the most art <3) She's also the one I feel the least awkward about shoving into the source material lol. I yearn to work on A Heightlander's Escape again, but we'll see.

I just wanted to draw something cute between her and A. Square. She may or may not be the voice at the end of the movie hmmmmmmmm.

At least A. Square would end up in good hands.

"There is always something beyond. There is always INFINITY."

Just a little doodle of smth I may or may not render cuz I really like how it looks. There is always something greater after all.

Thank you all for the recent support on those old-ish drawing, y'all made my week tbh. I have a new AU cooking for this so look forward to that lol. Have a good one :)))

[onlyymirknows]

“Reiner doesn’t talk about Bertholdt once in s4”

First off, wrong. (Let’s put a pin in this.)

Secondly, who exactly does Reiner have to talk to about Bertholdt after his death?

The people who last knew him as an 11 year old, such as Porco and Colt?

The people who are too young to even remember him, like Gabi and Falco?

Zeke and Pieck, the people who left him for dead?

Anyone else in Marley who can’t know how he and Reiner changed their minds about the island devils?

The Scouts who killed him after he wiped out dozens of their comrades?

Reiner can’t meaningfully talk to some of these people about Bertholdt because they don’t know the person Bert grew up into. For the people who do know the “real” Bert, there’s a lot of baggage related to the Battle for Shiganshina to work through, first.

Know who Reiner can talk to, though? The one person he does talk to meaningfully about Bertholdt?

Annie! The one time Reiner mentions Bertholdt in s4 outside of a namedrop is to Annie.

And it’s to apologize and express his regret over being the reason Annie and Bert never got to see their fathers again. Yes it’s a short conversation but it’s very clear that Reiner didn’t just forget his best friend. The fact that people claim Reiner doesn’t care about Bertholdt is ludicrous.

Look at his face and tell me he doesn’t care!

For the folks who’ve only watched the anime, in the manga Reiner’s nightmare features Levi, Mikasa, and the image of Eren cutting Bertholdt out of his titan. The anime cut this detail out, I believe for scene transition purposes.

In conclusion, Reiner’s silence isn’t an indication that he doesn’t care. Also, I mean, this is Reiner. He cares deeply about the people in his life, even people who don’t deserve it *coughkarinacough*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!

[thetrinitytest]

[noxcheshire]

Might be blasphemy within the Danny Phantom fandom but I just cannot see Danny x Sam being an actual ship regardless of it being canon in the actual show and now book.

Even as a kid I thought it was weird and couldn’t figure out why that bothered me, and I think now it’s because I never saw any indication of Sam or Danny ever being actually romantically attracted with each other. To be fair I saw that show when I was little, and maybe I’ll see those romantic moments that the show was building to if I can find actual length videos of the episodes.

But at this moment, I can’t recall ever having seen it.

And it baffles me, because I kinda don’t feel like Sam really loved Danny, even as a friend. And I think that really showed in the episode with her wish that changed the structure of time and space so that Danny never died and she was never friends with Danny and Tucker.

If she loved Danny, regardless if it was as a potential lover or friend, she would never have allowed him to die. Not once, but twice.

The first, okay, it was an accident. Kids do dumb things all the time, the more potentially dangerous it is the better — but the second time? The second time was deliberate.

She put him into that suit, without explanation, and without assurance. Nothing but a change of his hero signature.

She didn’t hesitate to let him die again, instead of asking herself if she could stomach watching him go through that again.

What person who loved you could do that to you? Could stand to see you go through that pain?

I feel a good example of love as well, especially in the show, is Jazz. She loves Danny, as a sibling, as a friend, and with all that love she would choose to walk herself into that portal then to let Danny do it instead.

She shows that deep love for Danny to the audience by choosing to protect him from their parents so they would never know he is the ghost boy that they want to rip apart molecule by molecule because she doesn’t want to take the chance of loosing him twice.

Jazz wanted to do that.

So why couldn’t Sam?

[cherry-bomb-ships]

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ASK GAME

Send in a emoji/prompt listed below and the user will create an AU based on the prompt. 🩷

These prompts are meant to be somewhat vague, so the way they can be interpreted is entirely up to the user's imagination! 🩷

These can be used as art prompts, writing prompts, or just for headcanons. Also, while these were initially made for self shipping, they can be used for ocs or ships in general. 🩷

Please practice reblog karma if reblogging. 🩷

This will be updated as I think of more! If you have any suggestions let me know. Last update: 07/19/24 🩷

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SWAPS

🚻 - Body Swap AU

➕️ - Fusion AU

🔄 - Personality Swap AU

⏏️ - Reverse Selfship AU

🔏 - Role Swap AU

FANTASY

🤖 - Android AU

😈 - Demon AU

🧍‍♀️- Giant/Tiny AU

👻 - Ghost AU

🌟 - Magical Girl AU

🧜‍♀️ - Mermaid AU

🦸‍♂️ - Superhero/Supervillain AU

🧛‍♀️ - Vampire AU

🐺 - Werewolf AU

🪄 - Witch/Wizard AU

HISTORICAL

🤠 - Cowboy/Western AU

🪮 - Greaser AU

💰 - Mafia AU

🏰 - Medieval AU

🏴‍☠️ - Pirate AU

👑 - Royalty AU

🎩 - Victorian AU

SLICE OF LIFE

🎤 - Band AU

☕️ - Coffee Shop AU

📒 - College AU

💼 - Coworkers AU

📱 - Modern Day AU

EXISTING MEDIA

🍄 - Alice in Wonderland AU

💫 - Disney Movie AU

🐲 - Dungeons and Dragons AU (or similar fantasy media)

🔩 - Frankenstein AU

🦄 - My Little Pony AU

⚡️ - Pokemon AU

💞 - Romantic Comedy AU

🔪 - Slasher AU

TROPES

👰‍♂ - Arranged Marraige AU

🌱 - Childhood Friends AU

💐 - Fake Dating AU

🐶 - Furry AU (or Humanized AU)

🥀 - Hanahaki AU

🏆 - Rivals AU

🪢 - Soulmate AU (String of Fate, Matching Birthmarks, Same Dreams, etc)

🧟‍♂️ - Zombie Apocalypse AU