#there is... maybe something i could add to it...... but idk that i will

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Anime Awakenings Round 4 Side A Poll 3

Propaganda:

Haruhi -

"When I was a young kid she was sooooo gender to me and honestly she still is. Seeing someone who turned looks in both masc and femme clothing and be so comfortable being perceived as whatever gender made me hella envious. She'll be your handsome girl and your cute guy at the same time and little me wanted that more than anything. Also seeing her pull guys and gals of all types and her just being so nonchalant about not caring about gender whether it's hers, others, or who's attracted to really spoke to me. Now I'm a femboy trans guy and it's probably because of Haruhi and maybe her bisexual genderqueer dad, they're my icons."

"G E N D E R. I wish I could give as few fucks about my gender as Haruhi does about hers. Like, she does identify as a girl, but she genuinely does not care if people see her as a boy or a girl or something in-between, she just wants to be judged on her strength of character. And I was always so obsessed with that aspect of Haruhi's character literally from the first time I watched the anime five years before I started consciously questioning my gender."

"Seeing them disguised as a boy for most of the series (without being upset by it or seeing it as a joke even) made me understand I was transmasc better."

"Despite mostly using she/her, Haruhi's non-caring attitude about her gender helped me in my journey of learning my own nonbinary identity! She acknowledges she's afab but that means next to nothing to her! She doesn't care if people use he/him for her, she doesn't care if she's thought to be a boy by many others, she doesn't care whether she even presents as more feminine or masculine. Even if she's not canonically nonbinary, I consider her important to my journey in discovering I'm nonbinary."

"She gave me a deep desire to be a girl like her, because I've always wanted to be a tomboy when I transition, so she was a very early instance of that gender envy. Add in all the romantic situations she's in with girls as a host, really fed the lesbian in me."

"The fact I actually started the anime because I thought it was yaoi and I found the mc cute (because that's the kind of guys I was into at the time) and when I realized Haruhi was actually a biological girl the attraction stayed even when they were wearing girl clothes and I kinda had a bisexual huh. moment. Also not only did I want them I wanted to BE them, they looked good femme and masc and watching them be so chill about their gender was genuinely… enlightening? Idk all I know is I put less pressure in trying to be a "girl" after I finished the anime. Also just look at their big soft brown eyes, it had 12 y.o. me in a chokehold. Also, that anime was genuinely good when it came to fashion like there's some clothes trends there that no one wears today anymore for good reasons but the characters all somehow make it work still."

Utena -

"Her dressed as a knight and her relationship with Anthy made me even more sure that I was one of the sapphics."

[julymusings]

july, my beloved, thank you for feeding us south asain!reader content!!

i have more jason thoughts for you!!

we all know jason’s gorgeous, like straight out of a painting gorgeous. he’s got dark hair and piercing eyes and yk what’s gonna look bomb with that… kohl/kajal… it would somehow make his eyes look brighter and he looks 10x more attractive with it on!

he doesn’t even hesitate when you ask, honestly he could never say no to you. he simply shrugs and mutters a small “yeah sure,” and pats his thigh. you quickly take a seat on his lap and gently add the kajal to his waterline… and he’s low key freaking out because you’re so so so close and you’re so so so pretty and you smell like jasmine (projecting here) and he can’t help it!!

sending love,

naz (@orchidsarchives)

omgggggg.....the dark lining around his bright blue/green eyes........his angular facial structure and jawline......he would have all the aunties and cousin SWOONING. if it were one of those indian cable soap operas you KNOW your cousin and her mom would be SCHEMING to take him from you.

the jasmine is so real, idk if that's just a south asian/middle eastern girlie thing because i also wear jasmine perfume LMAOOO

this is going one of two ways in my mind:

one: you're already together and he's so gone for you he would let you do anything, so of course when you ask he's saying yes without hesitation. i mean, any excuse to have you close to him!! so he sits you down on his lap and lets you get to work. you'd keep gushing over how pretty he looks and he'd get so shy and bashful about it and secretly stare at himself in the mirror, for once admiring himself because you keep saying how pretty he is, so he starts to believe it himself.

two: you're not together, and maybe he likes you and knows it, maybe he doesn't know it yet, but either way he says yes, thinking he's just gonna sit in a chair while you stand over him or something. but then he sits down and you just plop yourself onto his lap without hesitation and he's freaking out internally. your faces are so close together, and you tell him to look up so you can cover his waterline and he can't stop staring at how focused your eyes are, and he's noticing how lovely they are, dark and warm how they stand out so beautifully with your own kajal. and your hair smells like coconut because you oiled it this morning(projecting also), and your jasmine perfume (projecting again) smells so sweet he's actually losing his mind. your faces are an inch away and when you finish he's as red as his helmet🫣

[lover-of-mine]

I just read your post about the basketball thing and at the end you mentioned how you weren't sure why they'd use something Buck hates in such pivotal moments and I was wondering, could it be because the pivotal moments in question often are or at least start off Not Great for Buck??

Like, for the parenting Chris thing, the tsunami is also part of that which is, obviously, not fun. Then the Daniel discovery which also causes him to spiral for a bit. And then there's the scene where he says he's feeling excluded and he doesn't manage to get Eddie's attention and he maybe breaks Eddie's leg... Then of course there's the whole Tommy thing, which could be read as, like, a rough patch I guess? Especially with the 8x11 conversation.

Then the basketball tickets which lead to the breakup. Then with the renters in 8x9, it's a reminder that Chris is gone and Eddie is leaving soon, obviously not fun at all. And then mentioning basketball when trying to make new friends except he's always talking about Eddie, maybe that could be read as an unconscious reminder of Eddie's absense? Especially since making friends admittedly does not work out and he ends up hooking up with his ex instead (and then the whole fight in the kitchen).

Idk it just got me thinking a bit

Oh, so the basketball can work as a physical representation of shit going to hell with Buck's life before he figures stuff out. I like the way you think. It's a manifestation of the turmoil in his head and the fact that he hates it adds to the fact that he hates the situation he's in. I like it. I really do.

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Prompts from build a fic 1. :D

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

Character: Otis

And idea to add is maybe the reader is a Luitenent?

Never made a request before but I love your writing and there seriously is not enough Zvonecek love!

Let’s Go Home - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ]

Build-A-Fic: “I say this with all the love in the world, but you look like shit.” // fondness // at work, far later than you should be

Word Count: 3198

Warnings: female!reader, uhh… tiredness i guess? overworking… idk - it’s just cute

A/N: i love this i love this i love this i love this… did i mention i love this? this is the first piece i’ve written lately that i’m actually happy with and i think there’s so many opportunities for companion pieces to this??? let me know if you think i should write any (like maybe their perfect night) or if you have any requests for otis and this particular arson lieutenant!reader that you’d like to see :))

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You never usually stayed this late on days when Brian off shift.

You both worked for the fire department. You were a Lieutenant at arson and he, of course, was a firefighter over at fifty-one, which meant the two of you didn’t have a lot of time to spend together as is. You had a few hours a day, if you were lucky, and the majority of them were spent sleeping next to each other, therefore you had always made sure you were the first one out the door when the clock struck five.

It had been a rather strict rule you had set for yourself ever since you got married, as there had been far too many times when you were dating that you’d had to blow him off for dinner, drinks, or even a quick lunch inside the walls of your very own office. Truth be told, you honestly never expected him to stick it out this long. You figured he’d get fed up. Or find someone else who was less busy all the time, so it was safe to say you were rather surprised when he got down on one knee in the middle of Molly’s and pulled out a ring.

You had said yes within seconds. Hell, he hadn’t finished saying your name let alone asking you to actually marry him before you did. And you always would. You loved him, so much more than you’d ever loved another person in your life, and the very moment that cool, silver band slid down your finger, you made a promise to yourself that you’d never leave him hanging again. You didn’t want him falling asleep without you next to him, nor did you want him eating so much as a single bite of his dinner without you facing him, which is why today felt like one of the worst, most devastating, days of your life.

It was already way past dinner time, if the clock on your wall was fully accurate, and in less than an hour it would have been your bed time. You hadn’t intended on staying in the office for more than an extra thirty minutes, let alone six whole hours, but with a string of deadly arson fires plaguing the city Chicago and the fire commissioner, himself, breathing down your neck, you didn’t feel as though you had any other option than to stay and work the case.

You had texted Brian earlier to let him know your situation, apologising over and over — like a goddamn crazy person — as you promised that you’d make it up to him whenever you could. Whether it be a full, proper day off next week. A weekend away somewhere special, for just the two of you. Hell, even a simple trip to… the goddamn zoo, or whatever. Just something to try and make up for the fact that he’d had to eat dinner alone for the first time since he proposed. And of course, to make the weight of guilt feel that much heavier on your already aching shoulders, Brian — being the most sweetest, caring and all round perfect man to ever exist — had been nothing if not completely understanding.

After all, he was a firefighter. He’d been there himself, fighting many of the fires you were investigating — and worrying you deeply in the process as a few firefighters had tragically died in those blazes — so he knew all too well that you wouldn’t have blown him off if it wasn’t important. But that didn’t make you feel any better, not in the slightest.

You were meant to be celebrating tonight, for a rather special reason. Brian had finally gotten off sole elevator duty and was now driving truck eighty-one and you knew, all too well, how important that was to him. He’d been on elevators for seven long years and it was starting to take its toll on him, therefore you had promised him the most perfect, romantic, night to finally celebrate his big move up the ladder.

You’d planned it all, right down the very playlist you’d have playing in the background. You’d gotten everything in that you needed to make his all time favourite meal. You’d even bought some nice candles to decorate the table; a fancy bottle of red wine, from the good shelf at the store, to toast with; but most importantly of all, you had a new two piece from Victoria’s Secret hidden in your underwear drawer that you’d been planning to wow him with.

It had been a while since the two of you had so much as fooled around a little, let alone had time to be properly slow and intimate with one another. You were always too tired after work or too busy solving cases for anything but a quickie, but tonight you’d specifically planned to have the first truly magical night you’d both had in a while. And you’d been looking forward to it ever since Brian broke the news and you got the idea. So, to find yourself still standing in your office, wearing your white shirt and bugles, instead of lying in your bed clad in an uncomfortable lace outfit with Brian firmly on top of you, was rather tragic to say the least.

“I’m no expert, but I think you actually have to take the cap off the pen in order to write with it.”

At the sudden, all too familiar voice, your head snapped to your office door where Brian, himself, now stood, his arm leaning against the doorframe and a red button down shirt, with tiny anchors printed all over the fabric, covering the muscular build of his torso. Your lips curled up almost instantly, your arm slowly lowering from in front of the mess that was your whiteboard. You opened your hand as it fell limp next to you, allowing the pen — which did still have its cap on — to fall to the floor as the concentration that had sat heavy on your face all night swiftly faded, replacing instantly with nothing but pure and utter fondness as you allowed your tired gaze to drift over the entirety of his being.

“What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. He never really came down to your office as it was a tad bit out of the way, so to see him standing there, at nearly 11pm, was a little bit of a — blessed — shock for you right now.

“You’re here a lot later than you said you'd be,” Brian explained, and even despite there not being any sort of grievance or anger hidden behind his soft, comforting voice, it still broke your heart to have to hear those words slip past his lips and you almost regretted asking him. “I was getting worried.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” You whispered, your eyes swelling up the moment he began to delve further into the absolute carnage of your office. You hadn’t wanted to worry him, not at all, but in your delirious state of mind you must have forgotten to text him an update after you surpassed the original time that you guessed you’d be home at. “I didn’t…”

A shuddering breath left the back of your throat as your words fell quiet, your pen-stained hand lifting to wipe at your eyes before the tears could tip over and spill down your cheeks. You hadn’t realised how truly terrible you felt over the entire situation until you saw him in front of you. Until you finally realised that he wasn’t some sort of stress related mirage and that he was actually here, now, standing in your office having come to check in on you.

And to make things worse, he wasn’t annoyed at you or angry. He wasn’t sad or even disappointed that your night had been ruined by your need to work, he was just… him. As always, Brian was nothing more than the sweet, considerate man you had met at a CFD gala, and danced with all night, and that was more than enough to have the tap behind your eyes want to turn on entirely. But you tried your hardest not to let it pour.

Though, it seemed like you didn’t try hard enough when your vision started to blur and a small drizzle trickled out. It dampened your lashes, dripping of the ends and you had barely managed to dry the first set before you felt Brian’s hands land gently on your face, lifting it from where it had fallen and drying the second before lightly drawing his thumbs across the near-sunken in state of your cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby,” Brian said softly, assuringly, pulling you in closer and placing a tender kiss to your forehead, which almost broke you completely as even with your night having been totally ruined… the only care he showed was entirely towards you. He pulled back yet his touch remained, his thumbs working slow, comforting circles over the dampening surface of your skin as he gazed into the shimmer of your eyes. “I would have called, but I wanted to make proper sure that you weren’t working yourself to death.”

“I would say I’m not, but you just found me trying to write with a still-capped pen so I think I might be getting close,” You sniffled with a little humour, making him smile with all the fondness in the world as he brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear and allowed his hand to settle there.

“Let me take you home,” He murmured, his thumb grazing below your eye that you could barely keep open.

“I still have stuff to do here,” You protested, yet just the thought of going home and climbing into bed beside him was almost enough to wipe you off your feet. “Receipts I need to go through, footage I need to double check and…”

“And it’ll all still be here in the morning,” Brian finished, giving you a pointed look as you let out a partially defeated sigh. He dropped his hands to rest on either side of your neck, feeling as your own raised from your sides and landed on his arms, your fingers curling tightly around the fabric of his jacket. “Though you might not be, if you don’t let me take you home so that you can get some sleep.”

“I’m not tired.” You mumbled, causing Brian to frown and tilt his head a little at the bags beneath your eyes and the droop of your eyelids.

“Baby,” He exhaled, his thumb grazing over the light beat of your pulse, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

A soft chuckle escaped the back of your throat and you nodded lightly, your eyes falling to the floor, “Yeah, I guess I probably do look a mess, don’t I?”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re still the stunningly beautiful Lieutenant I married,” Brian began, the slight smugness he had over managing to secure you as his wife making you smile. “But yeah, you do… As does your office.”

And with that last little addition, you couldn’t help but agree and you let out a heavy sigh.

“Okay. Let me just…” Your brow pinched and you bit at the skin of your lips, suddenly feeling lost now that the realisation of how tired you were had kicked in. “God, I don’t even know. What do I need?”

“Your phone, your keys, your purse and your coat.”

“Right,” You mumbled, nodding your head though your brow remained furrowed. You pulled away from him, heading for your desk and pausing for a second, going over that short list in your aching mind before you nodded again. “…Right.”

A soft, partially amused exhale left Brian’s nose as he smiled fondly, waiting patiently and watching with awe as you gathered your things — whilst still looking entirely confused and disoriented, he might add and he would have been a little worried about it, had it not been a normal occurrence. You often did get a little muddled when you were running low on gas and most of the time he didn’t think you were anything more than ridiculously cute.

Especially on nights like tonight, when you were so tired that when you got home you couldn’t seem to put your pyjamas on correctly no matter how many times you tried. You’d managed to put both legs in the one hole of your shorts and almost tripped over them. Then, when you managed to do that, you ended up with your head through the arm hole of your top and your arm through the head hole, causing you to let out a forced, exaggerated sob, as you huffed in the middle of the bedroom — the misshaped t-shirt covering the entirety of your head.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” You whined out, and even though Brian couldn’t see your face, he still knew you were pouting.

“Come here,” He said with a soft chuckle, sliding back out of bed and padding his way quickly over towards you. He pulled the sleeve off your head and carefully tucked your arm back through the head hole then fixed it properly, his heart swelling in his chest at the permanent pout that etched on your face as he guided your arms into their respective place and all but dressed you. “You know, for an important Lieutenant who solves big fire crimes, you can be really grumpy sometimes.”

Though you knew he was only messing with you, you still shoved him playfully away once your pyjamas were on properly, hearing him laugh softly as he toppled back onto the bed that creaked quietly beneath him.

“Stop being mean.” You huffed, folding your arms and remaining still as he sat up a little. His playful smile faded and yet another fond one replaced it, his hand landing beside him and patting the end of the bed, inviting you over. You gave in in seconds, your arms loosening and falling limp by your sides as you shuffled over to him, sinking down into the comfort of the mattress and feeling his arm drape over you, your own sliding around his back where your fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his t-shirt. “This is the exact opposite of how I wanted this night to go.”

“Oh yeah?”

You hummed in agreement, “You’re gonna think this is so corny, but I really thought it was gonna be magical.”

“What did you have planned?” Brian asked curiously, his heart aching over your obvious disappointment.

“I was gonna cook you your favourite dinner. I even bought some of that fancy wine from the store and some candles. And I…” A soft sigh left your lips as you fiddled with a loose thread on your shorts. “I bought a new outfit that I really wanted to show you...”

“You can show me a new outfit any night this week, my love,” Brian said, his last two words slipping out in Russian. He didn’t want you to feel bad about your night going in the complete opposite direction, not when you could do it literally any other night this week as it wasn’t like it was an important anniversary. It was just a small celebration, one he hadn’t expected you to do much of anything for, let alone all this. Though he wouldn’t lie, as touched as he was over the night you had planned, the thought of this outfit that you seemed more disappointed over than anything else, sparked a fierce tingle deep in his chest. “It didn’t have to be tonight.”

“I wanted it to be,” You mumbled, tilting your head and pressing your cheek against his chest, hearing the light beat of his heart beneath. “It’s special.”

“And it’ll still be special regardless of when you show it to me.” He lifted his hand that lay hung over your shoulder and began to run it down the back of your head. “You know… I’m off next Saturday and Sunday.”

And like he expected, you perked up at that little detail and lifted your head up, locking eyes with him and not missing the subtle glint that sparked behind the browns of his irises.

“I could ask Dawson to cover my shift at Molly’s, and then maybe you and I could go out someplace nice?” He raised his brow, tilting his head a little. “Perhaps you could even wear this special little outfit you wanted to show me.”

You rolled your lips a little and dropped your gaze as a small flush of heat spread across your cheeks, “It’s not exactly an outfit that you wear out in public.”

“Oh.” Brian’s brow dipped a little as he tried to figure out what the hell kind of outfit it was then. Was it… new pyjamas, perhaps? Surely not. You wouldn’t be getting al worked up over new pyjamas, but then again he couldn’t quite think of anything else it could be other than… Oh. It suddenly clicked in his mind exactly what this special little outfit you had was and his cheeks reddened. “Oh.”

You chuckled softly at the way his eyes widened, “Yeah… I sort of… I don’t know, wanted to go all out I guess? As it’s been a while since we’ve been together.”

“What are you talking about? We were together last week.”

You frowned a little, though your tone was light and almost playful, “A quickie in the showers of your firehouse isn’t exactly the pinnacle of romance, Brian.”

True, Brian thought to himself. Though his face might have said otherwise with the way he tilted his head back and reminisced fondly over the reminder.

“Nor was it particularly professional of me to do, either. Especially after I just finished talking to your boss.” You finished, though you wouldn’t deny you were getting goosebumps just thinking about the way your body had felt pressed up against the cold tiles of that shower cubicle. But still, you wanted romance… You wanted slowness… You wanted love, and that wasn’t exactly the best way for you to get it. You sighed softly, forcing his head upright again, “I just wanted us to have a romantic night together.”

“And we will,” Brian assured you, his free hand taking yours and lacing your fingers together. He brought them up to his lips and placed a soft kiss against your knuckles. “Next weekend. Right from the very minute we both wake up, it’ll just be me, you… and that special little outfit you have stashed away somewhere.”

“You promise?”

The way your eyes all but lit up with pure hope made his heart want to weep beneath his chest and he nodded his head, pressing another kiss to you hand, this time right on top of the wedding band that lay engraved with both of your initials. His lips lingered for a second, feeling the slight coldness of the silver mixed with the heat of your hands before he pulled back just enough to whisper the two small words that you so desperately needed to hear, after the day you’d had.

“I promise.”

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Clone theory

Ok! So this idea was HEAVILY influenced by this post, which is kind outdated BUT THE POINTS ARE FASCINATING!!! So! What caught my attention and how does it still apply? Well for starters, I fully agree with their thoughts on Porty MK; he sounds like a child's view on adulthood.

(From the original post btw-)

They say that Porty's behavior sounds like he grew up with a strict, drill sergeant parent. ... Well, as much as I love Pigsy, I can see him being a strict parent, but that could just be because in the show we see him as both MK's dad AND boss. Regardless, I wouldn't be surprised if when Pigsy got mad he'd often limit MK on things, not blowing up at him and not hurting MK but restricting MK. Idk how to describe it. One quote they say, well part of it, fits Pigsy in my opinion, "I am in charge and you will do what I say." Which tell me what you want but Pigsy is definitely a parent who'd say "You can't do it because I told you so! My word is law in this house." I doubt he ever meant anything mean but definitely did not help when MK felt unfair and maybe as a kid got this warped view on adults.

Let's be real, lil MK had moments where he hated Pigsy, that's just how it is with kids and parents, you love them and you hate them sometimes. But I think Pigsy was loving enough to make sure MK knew he cares for him.

Now onto Artist, my boy! Now I do agree with the post on multiple parts of Artist, him conforming and wanting praise and to be perfect, I do have my own thoughts on him. I feel the most like Artist and it's not just because I lose my crap if a hand doesn't look right (but that does help lol) but because I feel that anger and even self hatred if things don't work.

My interpretation of Artist is that, it's possible Pigsy's love of noodles often had a side effect of outbursts when growing up. You dare touch the bowl Pigsy needed and cover it with something, possibly a loud scolding of not touching Pigsy's kitchen. Maybe as a tot MK wanted to help but Pigsy was always working at this time and no one would want toddler noodles served in their bowl, and I can see Pigsy, being stressed, telling that to MK.

That feeling of being unable to help hurts, I'm sure we've all been there. Also that attitude of cooking might've made an impression on MK, Pigsy's noodles need to be perfect. Now while MK's not always a perfectionist at everything, Artist probably is, and OG is also, like any artist, somewhat perfectionistic as we see in season 3 episode 8, Benched.

Like bro- you did not have to do that to Tang-

So coupled with being an artist, having a dad who's a perfectionist with food, leads to possibly an unhinged drive to be better. Oh nearly forgot the praise part! Growing up my mom praised me well, and my dad? He did, sometimes, but I didn't feel the pride. So based on my own experience it's possible MK seeked Pigsy out a lot but he was always busy and he might've went to Tang and Tang might've gotten him the praise he wanted but still didn't add up to what he wanted from Pigsy. So that led to MK wanting to perfect the craft of art, one way or another. Now after years of doing art, his perfectionism died down and also Pigsy I think has gotten better at shown is pride as the two of them grew up. The perfectionism doesn't go away forever, you live with it and you adjust to it. Something MK learned, but Artist hasn't.

Earlier I mentioned self-hatred, which might have something to do with the pain splatters lowkey looking like a replacement for blood.

Sometimes if something is not going to plan, instead of placing it on the time, the craft, or something else, I place that anger onto myself. "I can't draw good." "I'm shit at art." "I need to be better!" "I will to better! And if I don't I can't draw good, and if I can't draw good then I fail at the one thing I like." ... Spiraled a bit but you can see how it can go from "Ugh! This hand isn't working" to "I am failing myself" which, I can see Artist MK having that but a bit worse because that is literally why he was made, to draw, to help Sandy paint. If he fails at being good at that then he fails at his ENTIRE purpose for existing.

Anyways, that's my thoughts for Artist lol- Clearly he's my favorite lol

Now Delivery. Reading it over again, I feel like we have a similar thought but different paths to get there.

I feel like with Pigsy's growing order pile, Delivery messed up (think like focus episode) then panicked. I see the clones as slightly based on MK's friends, with Porty as Mei, Artist as Pigsy, and Delivery as Tang. Why Tang? Well who do we see eat the most? Tang. Who's nervous and would 100% stress eat noodles? Tang. I feel like they did Delivery dirty but oh well. So I feel like it's a representation of MK's need to help the shop but he has one meltdown and he gets too stressed. Which explains the focus episode, and the fact it's not ADHD focus (because Wukong's advice is NOT compatible with ADHD), but anxiety and panicking focus. "Take in everything then focus on what you want to do", and the moment MK was surrounded by vines is a great visual to what it's like to nearly not be able to breath and have an attack (either panic or anxiety attack I can't recall). Overall, this clone could show the other side of Artist, the need to be perfect and the anxiety/expectations of being perfect. Artist is like the drive, and Delivery is the emotions that go with it.

Also on top of possible undiagnosed ADHD for MK, the reason why Delivery fights against Pigsy is to get regulated again so he can calm down enough to do his job again. I know I fight back to have my own time and way of calming down and I would fight anyone who'd try to take that away from me.

Overall, I do agree with the bit at the end here.

And it has been shown time and time again, MK values his friends, his family. In the past it was to hold on and never let go, and when they fly off he breaks down. Now, he's at a point where he feels like he needs to push them away, a full 180 turn.

To me it's accurate to how mental health fucks you over. I've been there, I've felt what MK has and so this could be projection but I feel like it has some weight. I had a dark time where I used to make friends with ease and cling to them, but one mistake and one bad person made me turn around and struggle to cling like I did. Now I feel like I either cling or I accidentally push people away. Which isn't a good feeling, because, like MK, I value my friends. I haven't gotten to the point MK did (seek death), but still. When you seek that, those people tend to sell things they once treasured, and I'm sure that can apply to pushing people away, specifically the people you value the most and have the most memories.

ANYWAYS THAT IS AN ANALYSIS FOR ANOTHER TIME- BYE BYE!

Hope ya'll enjoyed my analysis ramblings!

[avo-gal]

( I love your analysis!!!)

Oh wow I didn't know that Abt Hugo (or maybe I forgot idk I've only read the original idea for him like once almost a year ago) the glasses thing is super cool I'm definitely gonna add that into fics and art in the future!!! And ur totally right about the interesting dynamic/balance it would bring to Varigo and I love that and I cannot express it in words but ohahshshaujxha I LOVE IT! I Always thought Varian being the only magically experienced one would lead to lots of interesting (and funny) situations but considering Don def knows a lot Abt magic it only makes sense Hugo does too (ig you could argue she shelters him from it but knowing Hugo he would still figure it out and Don would prob want him to use magic if it makes him stronger.)

Varian and Hugo pretty much co parenting has always been a sweet idea to me and I feel like nobody rlly does it 😭 Varian's prob the "stricter" one essentially just meaning that he's a lot more worried of their safety (bc I think we kinda forget Varian was traveling alone until these kids wanted to join him. They have a family expecting them to be safe with him they're his responsibility. And Varian kinda just seems like a natural worried person tbh.) ofc he still does fun stuff and helps them learn but he's a bit more cautious (unless it's alchemy then he's prob obsessing too much. Occasionally he'll turn to them and be like "You haven't lost a limb right?"). Hugos a bit more free with everything? Like he's chill with most things probably even encourages a bit of chaos but he can definitely be mad or strict if he needs to. And I think those differences in how they parent the others reflects a lot of their characters and how they reacted to their past.

Varian was always forgotten unless he was doing something bad or dangerous (like over throwing a kingdom afayhshs) he was often left alone in his lab and from what I remember nobody seemed to care what he did as long as no one was in danger (sure he got called a wizard and there were rumors but there was no one being a parent and setting boundaries. Which is why when Quirin told him not to experiment on the rocks he didn't listen.) It's only after he does a bunch of crazy stuff ppl seem to care more and even then it's kinda negative attention. He was also given a lot of responsibility at a young age so a part of him probably expects similar things from Yong and Nuru. He probably gives them a lot of attention because he didn't get it and he craved for love.

With Hugo he was also left alone a lot in his childhood and didn't get attention unless it was from guards for stealing. Eventually he met Donella but she only gave him her attention when he was useful. He learnt to fend for himself and be strong but that means not relying on others. So by being "irresponsible" what he's trying to do is help them be strong. And he's a bit chaotic and fun because his life was so sad and he wants the others to have a good childhood.

As the journey goes on Varian and Hugo learn from each other and find a middle ground. Sure Varian will always worry and Hugo will always be.. set back? Chaotic? Idk what word to use. But that growth in how they treat the kids is rlly important and rlly reflects their growth, how they learn from each other and who they are as ppl.

I was gonna add something else but I've been yapping for so long my dementia has kicked in ����

Here's an idea how Abt Varian is the mum of the group instead of Nuru?

First of Varian is ACTUALLY AN ADULT in vat7k whereas Nuru is still 16 (yes ik she's a princess but she's not in line for the throne nor is she in her kingdom for most of vat7k). Varian is also the leader of the group and arguably the most experienced (except for MAYBE Hugo but I bet Hugos never fought a magic demon lady or study a stone sent from the heavens that destroys everything. Plus Hugos only experienced w like stealing and street smarts).

Also Nuru and Yong are more or less the same age Varian was when a bunch of crazy shit and trauma happened to him so it makes sense that he would want to protect them (and he def can he's smarter and stronger than some ppl realize).

In general the idea is just rlly cute and I will also accept mother Hugo as he becomes more acceptant and open (which also allows him to worry more Abt his friends).

Okay that my yap for now :)

[altruistic-meme]

*crawling out of february covered in dirt and soaked in blood*

i finally finished my event fics <3

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

But not green.

You know the song Mr. Jones? Yeah.

[the--firevenus]

Batman adopt child that, batman adopt child this, well batman adopt himself suckers.

I have this very silly, very self indulgent au that I made on a whim in magma; basically Bruce got split to two, one being his personafication of Batman (cryptic, almost mystical like, creature of the night, Gotham protector) and his child self (curious, playful, bright, innocent) pre the tragedy that killed his parents

That's it. That's the au.

Bonus, tiny Bruce staring into your soul (he wants to play the game on your phone)

[emily-mooon]

Are we not going to talk about how Holly’s probable s5 disappearance was foreshadowed in s1?

[vaguely-concerned]

I feel that during the first coffee date walk through the market, rye has a fraction of a millisecond's kneejerk trauma freakout of '...wait. wait. am I really catching feelings for a rich boy again. with how that went down last time. am I truly that stupid' (once derogatorily referred to quite openly at a party as 'young master anaxas' pet mortalitasi' to which the young master anaxas only grinned and shrugged and STILL you don't break up with his smug controlling ass for good for six more months because you have a desperate bottomless yearning pit where your self respect should go, twice shy lol). and then he actually looks at lucanis standing next to him getting harding spearmint to help with bad dreams and generally being so quietly thoughtful and sweet through the prosaic yet necessary medium of grocery shopping it makes me feel a little unwell to truly contemplate. and rye is like '*the softest fondest eyes anyone has ever turned on anything* ...you know what. I suspect we don't have to worry about that repeating, I think we're probably safe. I am comfortable being this level of stupid. (slowly dawning marital intent even at this stage)'.

(part of the reason rye buys NONE of illario's bullshit at all right from the beginning is that he's basically vaccinated against this exact type of dude after that relationship lol. charming suave guy who in the beginning pays you a lot of lavish attention and takes pains to make you feel special every time you're in a room with him -- but shallowly and mostly, it slowly dawns on you, when there's something he wants from you (and he's often doing it at the expense of someone else, raising you up to put someone else down and you won't believe this... it can turn into a seesaw at a whim. yay). and beneath that there's just a seething pit of resentment and inferiority complexes and bitterness left to fester until he can make it everyone else's problem and that IS going to start to bubble up between the cracks with you too if you stick around for long enough. no thank you been there done that wasted my youth and potential on it and all I got was this lousy shiny set of new emotional intimacy issues haunting me for life! trust me illario I HAVE, as it were, chosen the wrong dellamorte before, which is exactly how I know I didn't this time. go get him lucanis I've got your coffee

hilarious mental image: rye and illario sitting quietly together while everyone else is busy milling about during a cursed dellamorte family dinner (the vibes are so bad. you know the vibes are bad. sitting as still as you can and hoping for calm skies is your best bet without lucanis or teia favourite child privileges to work with) and rye out of the blue gazing thoughtfully into nothing over the edge of his glass with half-lidded eyes to go 'you know. you remind me a lot of my ex. not in a good way' and illario with absolutely no shame and hilariously also something that's the closest he ever gets to real sympathy going 'yeah, I get that a lot'. best talk those two ever had, unironically. their bond leveled up to its final form that day. *soulsborne boss defeated text* MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING REACHED)

[skunkes]

[droppingartintotheinfinite]

Those of you following me may be aware that I’m trying to draw every room/area in Undertale for the 10th anniversary.

You know, just for fun, since I like this game a lot and have liked it since I was like. 10. and i’ve done a lot of art for it and putting it all together like this is a fun way to showcase both how insane about this game i am and how far i’ve come as an artist since i first got into it.

Well, I’ve finished the Ruins and this is my cry for help because i have No fucking clue how to format this. current iteration is a 1fps slideshow made in flipaclip which is… arguably watchable i guess but like. there has to be a better way. surely.

[fluffypotatey]

y’all help i’ve got two hangster x twister aus haunting my brain and one is mostly silly and fun while the other is angsty Bradley character study

[silusvesuius]

n*loth not being able to bag anyone over the (human term) age of 25-30 at most is the only logical and real conclusion to me because it can be just explained away as him wanting to prove and control everything and anyone (Cus he's a man!) but being stuck in that demographic because his unbearable and vile personality is a force that nobody can look past once they've outgrown the possible fear and idolization period of anyone but also n*loth in particular.