#this is the absolute funniest way he could have answered this question i love it

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Pressing Questions

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Warnings- exhibitionism, slight breeding kink, completely cute n flirty babies, husband x wife kink???

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“Hey, husband?” 

“Yes, Wife?” It sounded so good coming from their lips. It made her borderline giddy as she looked over at him to find him already looking over at her. The flush she felt in her cheeks bled down to her chest. They were finally fucking married. 

“What made you decide you were marrying me?” Y/N asked as she lounged next to him. Their honeymoon in full swing, Harry had rented out a cabana with a daybed so he could cuddle up to her on the beach and Y/N was positive now that it was definitely one of many things he had up his sleeve. The aesthetic had been perfect to her Pinterest board, but she had a feeling Harry knew that.

Roses in the room, champagne upon arrival, brand new swimwear just for her… she had been absolutely spoiled since they landed. Just like he promised. 

The warm air flowed over their forms, her head resting on her bent arm as the other held the fruity cocktail she had drunk an embarrassing amount of in the last three days. Some kind of coconut and lime thing that had her feeling more giggly than she could remember being in most of her adult life, but she was safe here. Safe with Harry, just like she had been dreaming of. 

 Harry chuckled and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. He traced a lazy circular pattern on her bare hip with his fingertips as he spoke, his voice low and deep. Slightly hushed, keeping it intimate. Just the way she liked it. It was like he was fine tuned to appear to each and every thing she found attractive- or somehow managed to make everything he did appeal to her. Either way, she felt her tummy flutter. 

"Darling, is this a trick question? Do you really think I only have one reason to marry you?”  Her husband acted like it was a ridiculous question but pressed a kiss to her forehead, giving her an answer regardless.  "You’re beyond beautiful, the funniest person I’ve ever met, smart as a tack... and you put up with all my ridiculous bullshit. All of those cliche reasons and more. Not t’mention you dealing with my insane schedule and giving me your honest opinions whenever I ask, even if they’re a little sassy.” Giving her a look, he got the laugh he wanted out of her before tilting his head in question. “Why wouldn’t I marry you?”

“I dunno, I just feel like…. I mean, I know I’m a catch.” She smirked, giving him a wink that she immediately regretted. At least she could be cringey with him and he would find it endearing. Her winks were not nearly as cute as his were.  “But was there a singular moment that you knew you were going to keep me?” His touch always did make her melt. 

Harry, ever the touchy and slightly clingy boyfriend- nay, husband-, couldn’t keep his hands off of her before they got married but… compared to this trip? Y/N was genuinely unsure there was a single moment without him with his touch somewhere on her body. It had been a little shocking at first but every single moment made her feel more addicted to the fingertips pressing into her, arms pulling her into his body or the lips ghosting her skin. The real problem would be when they got home and she couldn’t just have this on tap. 

Harry let out a deep breath, shifting to roll onto his side and propping his head up with his hand as he took in her beauty. The sun was giving her skin a warm, golden glimmer, and it took all his willpower not to pounce on her at that very moment and take her right there in the cabana.

"You want one singular moment, huh?" He hummed, pretending to think about it as his fingertips continued their slow path tracing her body. "There was this one time..."

Her breathing caught in her throat as his fingers took a lazy trail over her body. Harry had this way about him that had made her a little nervous with how attentive his gaze was, but even so… she loved that feeling. Like he was always clinging onto her last word. Even as her husband, he seemed to use this power to his advantage. 

“Mmm?” She asked, tossing back the final bit of her drink before fiddling with the cute little paper umbrella. “What time?”

His lips curled up into a small, smug smirk as he watched her react to his touch. He loved the power he had over her, the way his fingers seemed to make her breathless and her eyes got a little hazy. The way her body subconsciously arched into his touch.

Harry moved his hand from her hip, slowly tracing it up her side and over her ribcage, his touch so light that it almost tickled.  "It was very early on," he said, his voice low and husky. "We were at my place, just hanging out. You were wearing this… little fucking tank top." The way he said it made her know that he was thinking about that tank top to this day. Flattering, even if she couldn’t place the moment he was talking about.

She had to wrack her brain for a moment, trying to remember which day it was that he was referring to. The beginning days had been slightly hazy considering their romance had gone from tentative flirtation to a whirlwind as soon as the sexual dam had broken. 

“Which tank top?” 

Harry's smile grew wider as he saw her trying to remember. It was something he could never forget. "It was that little pink one, with the sexy little bit of lace at the neckline. Lacy straps, too," he said, his voice taking on a slightly dreamy tone as the memory played in his head. "It was so teeny tiny that I could see your bra through it..." Moving closer to her, his hand moved lower on her body, tracing over the soft, sensitive skin of her stomach. He knew exactly how he was affecting her. It was considered a bit of payback for said tank top.

"And those shorts you had on... so short that I could see your hips and legs… and the bottom of your bum when you moved the right way? Mm, I think you’ve always been so cruel with teasing me, baby.” The man obviously loved it though. There was no hiding that from her. 

Despite it being a private beach, Y/N felt the flutter of both fear and anticipation as he flirted with her so blatantly. Recalling a time she could definitely remember now, a movie night at his place where she had worn a matching pajama set that wasn’t outright sexy but… definitely was known to show off her body.

“Ohhhh. That one.” She grinned. “Seeing me in that made you know you were gonna marry me? Perv.”

“Hey now, I just appreciate beauty when I see it.” Harry countered with a laugh, acting slightly affronted as if his hand wasn’t now resting just over the waistband of her bikini. “So sue me for thinking y’looked incredible.”

 Moving even closer to her, his body pressed against hers as his lips brushed against her ear. His voice was sultry as he spoke, a little kiss pressed right underneath it.  “And I distinctly remember you wearing that little outfit just to drive me absolutely wild, you little minx. You can’t even deny it now. I know how that pretty head of yours works.”

Y/N snickered at the call out, knowing he was very much correct. She had done it to test him, to see how much he was willing to put up with back in the day, what would make him tick. He may call it teasing, but she called it an experiment for scientific research. 

“You are such a flirt today.” She took a moment to put the glass down before facing him again, carding her fingers through his wavy hair. The sea air did something to it that made her even more attracted to him, something she hadn’t realized possible until she had seen it herself. “But keep the memories coming.” Aka the compliments. She felt loved up and was very much in the mood to hear more. “What else did you think?”

Harry's eyes darkened slightly as her fingers ran through his hair. He loved it when she touched him like that, it sent shivers down his spine, making him want to lean into her like an eager pup awaiting pets. 

"Other things that cemented it?" He murmured, his hand on her hip giving her a gentle squeeze.  “There’s loads. Mm… I’d have t’say, the way you'd get all flustered when I teased you. The way you'd get all sarcastic and bratty when I annoyed you. How you were so confident and fiery, but at the same time so shy and sweet..." he trailed off, knowing he could go on for hours and hours when it came to what he loved about her. It was hard to get him to shut up about it, actually. 

“So you like when I’m bratty. That’s what I’m hearing.” She giggled, teasing him slightly despite him scolding her for it prior. “I think my moment was when you set up that whole thing on Valentine’s Day. Cause god knows you’ve got all the money in the world but you knew I hate fancy restaurants so you did like… the whole blanket fort thing. With the charcuterie board and champagne.” The dreamy sigh left her lips. It had stuck with her every day since. He may not even realize how important it had been for her, but Harry was the first person she’d dated who had ever made her feel that special. 

“You listened to me when I said what I liked. You got my favorite movie lined up and made me sweet and salty popcorn like I like. You even remembered you popped the wrong one and told me to wait and… I dunno.” She shrugged with her shy smile lighting up her face. “I knew I’d never find anyone else like you.”

Harry's gaze softened as she spoke, warmth spreading through his chest as she described his absolute favorite Valentine's Day. He hadn't known at the time it had been such a pivotal moment for her, but now it made perfect sense. His wife was sentimental that way. Something personal meant way more than the clothes he had bought her, or the house he’d got for them. His thoughts were everything to her.

He gave her a tender look, shaking his head, fingers tracing a gentle path along her arm. It was impossible to keep his touch from her, and he didn’t feel like trying. "You mean when I accidentally burned the salted popcorn?" He winced at the memory. It was a weird thing he always thought about, but in his defense the smell had been pretty bad. Thankfully he had air freshener on hand, though apple cinnamon didn’t exactly mask burnt popcorn. 

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was so focused on making sure everything was just right for you that I didn't pay enough attention to the microwave. Plus, your pretty face was distracting enough. Could barely form a proper sentence.”

The warmth flooded her tummy at the compliment, making her want to kiss him even more. It was held off considering she knew it would most definitely be something that got carried away, but that didn’t stop the urges. “I’ll be honest, I probably would have eaten the burnt popcorn. The fact that you’d even managed to remember those little facts about me had me like… giddy. I hadn’t felt that way about a crush since I was a teenager.” The admission came easily.  There was no shame in how much she loved Harry, even if she did tease him to say he was the clingy one. 

 Another question popped into her head, and considering he seemed happy to talk now that he’d had his beachside nap, she took advantage of it. “Were you nervous to propose?”

Harry's hand moved back and rested on her hip, his fingers rubbing over the soft skin as he answered immediately. 

"Nervous? Oh, absolutely. Fucking terrified, my love. Even though I knew you'd say yes, I was still nervous as hell." He let out a sweet hum,  softly, leaning in closer to her, his lips almost touching her ear as he spoke.  "The most nerve-wracking part was the time between when I proposed and when you actually said yes. It felt like the longest minute of my life..."

“You knew I’d say yes. C’mon, H.” Y/N’s giddy grin made it past her lips. It was weirdly satisfying to know he had been nervous because it meant he had been worried about the prospect of not being with her forever. It had always been her plan to say yes, but still. 

Harry chuckled again, his chest rumbling beneath her head "Yes, darling, I did know that." His hand slid under her chin, gently lifting her head to meet his gaze. How much he loved her was visible in his eyes. She’d never experienced visibly seeing love before him. 

"But that didn't stop me from being nervous. I was just so… desperate for you to say yes, to be mine forever. The thought of even a moment of hesitation..."

He shuddered slightly and his grip on her tightened ever so slightly "It would've killed me."

“Oh, baby.” She cooed, deciding to baby him a little bit. Hearing that vulnerability really did something to her, tangling her fingers into the hair at his nape. “I’ve been yours since you first kissed me. Y’know that?” Y/N had been completely smitten. It was borderline concerning until she had realized he felt the same. “I had the biggest crush on you when we first met. You only continue to get better and better every day.” 

Tossing her leg over her hip, she relaxed into his hold as she gazed over his pretty face. He’d let his stubble grow out a bit, albeit a bit patchy- the look suited him. “You’ve been my husband in my head for a long time. I don’t think I could have ever said no.”

Harry's heart skipped a beat as she spoke. He had always loved it when she got like this, all soft and gentle and sweet on him. It was hard not to be greedy for this sort of affection. The feeling of her tangling her fingers in his hair combined with the press of her body against his had a shiver running down his spine.

"S’That so?" He purred, his voice making her squirm. "Because you’ve been mine since the moment I saw you, darling. You were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life, and I knew I had to have you. You belong with me, you always have."

The slight possessive speak made her throat thicken, tummy warm, between her thighs throb a little bit. The tenderness in which he spoke had her melting and it had nothing to do with the beachy heat. This was exactly why she knew she had made the perfect choice with him.  Her body knew it was him before her head even did. Her heart? Even before that. “Yeah? I’m yours?” She cooed, brushing her nose against his.

Harry groaned softly as she brushed her nose against his, his eyes falling half-lidded. "Mmm, yeah. You are. You're mine. All mine."

His voice was a low rumble, his grip on her tightening as he spoke. "No one else will ever touch you, darling. You belong to me. I won't ever share you, no part of you is for anyone else but me."

Y/N let out a breathy gasp as his hand skipped over her ass, under the bikini bottom’s to hold bare skin. The flesh was squeezed, heat spreading between her legs as the little grab only managed to make it worse. She couldn’t control it even if she tried. 

“H! There are people around.” She squealed nervously, but didn’t move his hand. The people were far away, the beach not too crowded, but she had to say it. It wasn’t unlike him to grab a feel, but he had no intentions of moving his hand. The man had been insatiable since their wedding night with no sign of stopping. 

Harry gave her a sly simper as his hand squeezed her ass again, kneading lightly. He knew they were technically in public, and he didn't care in the slightest. It was more exciting this way, he loved the danger of being caught, the thrill of almost being seen… he was on his honeymoon with his wife. Nothing else mattered.

"I don't care, darling. They can't see us over here... Besides, we're on our honeymoon. We can do whatever we want." Licking his lower lip as he pulled her closer to him, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"And right now, I want you."

“Baby…” Y/N’s voice went all syrupy and whimpery as his tongue ran over her jaw, teeth stopping to nibble at her skin. “You’re gonna get me wet. And I’m still a little sore from last night…” 

Her face flushed at the memory of him pounding into her, desperate proclamations of love being panted into the air as he fucked her over and over. That had been intense and her poor body hadn’t fully recovered, but it couldn’t help but react to him. She wasn’t saying no though because… she didn’t want to. A glutton for punishment, maybe, but she craved him. Body, mind and soul. 

Harry's breath hitched as she whimpered, the sound going straight to his already thickening cock. The thought of getting her all riled up here, of making her feel good while hidden away did little but work him up further. Y/N had a master key to his body and just the tiniest noise, movement of word could have him undone at any moment. 

“H…” she whined, feeling his hand slip between them. Finding her already wet, she could feel him groan into her neck as he pressed kisses over her throat. “H- fuck.” 

Her pants did nothing to deter him. The slick sound of his fingers rubbing through her slit before finding her swollen clit was the loudest thing she could hear, over the music in the distance and the crashing waves. “God.. you’re so bad.” And it felt so good.

Her husband’s lips curled up in a lazy grin as his fingers slid effortlessly through the wetness of her cunt. He could hear her gasping quietly with every touch, and he knew she was desperately trying to keep it together. It was his job to undo her. "You love it when I'm bad, darling." He taunted, nipping at her neck. With a voice low and needy he continued whispering in her ear.  "See.. I think you love it when I'm naughty. Think that you want me to touch you, to slip my fingers over your needy cunt and make you feel good. Y’want that, don’t you baby?” 

Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned her head back, letting his mouth mark up her throat. It felt too good to stop him, and her body was aching for it. This was what a honeymoon was for. Wasn’t it?  

“Uh-huh.” She nodded. There was no use protesting when this was what she wanted anyway. “Just be gentle, please.” 

Harry hummed in agreement, his fingers still gently teasing her as he continued to mark up her throat. 

"Don't worry, baby, I'll be gentle. I'll take care of you, just like I always do." His free hand came up to cup her cheek, guiding her face up to look him in the eyes. 

"Just relax, my sweet girl, and let me make you feel good."

Her shaky breathing was only made worse as he made her look him in the eye as he pleasured her. The slick movement of his fingertips where she was swollen from his constant licking and rubbing and sucking had her head swimming, sensitive from the use she had been experiencing- but god, did she love it. 

She knew he was feeling even more worked up now that she was his wife officially, and he was letting her feel that. “You always make me feel s-so good.”

Harry's groan caught in his throat as he watched her, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. He fucking loved seeing her like this, all flushed and breathless because of him. His fingers toyed with her still, slow and gentle as he tried to make himself wait. "Good, because I love making you feel good… S’my favorite thing."

He pressed a few kisses to her cheek, his nose skimming over her skin as he moved to whisper into her ear. It sent shivers over her body, hard to keep herself from losing it as he touched her, practiced and knowing exactly where to taunt.

"You're so damn perfect, darling. My perfect, pretty little wife, letting me do filthy things to you. Love you so much."

Her hips rocked in time with his fingers, eyes closing for a moment as he kissed her neck again before whispering in her ear. When he gripped her chin again, he made her watch his face as he slowly sunk a finger into her. It wasn’t difficult given how soaking wet her poor pussy was, but she still felt the stretch. It was hard not to when they were that thick. 

A high pitched whine was cut off as she bit her lip, face contorting slightly as she felt him begin to move it. “It’s not f-fair, how easily you can… you can make me feel crazy.”

Harry hummed as he watched her face twist with pleasure, his finger still lazily pumping in and out of her. Feeling the walls clench around him and slick up his finger, he couldn’t get enough of her.  "Mmm, I know, darling. I know everything that drives you insane. I know all your sensitive spots, where you like to be touched, how you like it when I talk dirty to you..."

 Leaning in and biting down gently on her earlobe, his voice a deep murmur in her ear. "And I love that I'm the only one who knows those things."

“Mhm, the only one. You’re the only one.” She agreed vehemently. The pleasure was smooth and slow, building up as the slick sound of his finger being inside of her made it even more hot. “And you’re the only one who’s gonna put a baby in me too.” 

Y/N knew just how crazy that sort of talk made him, discovered it not too long ago, and she was aware she was playing with fire. She knew that, and yet she continued. 

Harry let out a deep, loud groan at her words, the sound almost feral. If anyone was nearby it would give them away, but he frankly didn’t give a fuck. He loved it when she talked like that, so shameless and filthy. Meeting him where he was at. It was no secret that he had been on a mission this trip, but Y/N knew what she did to him when she brought it up. His free hand dug into her cheek, gripping her tightly as his finger curved inside her, pressing into the slick, spongy walls. 

"Yeah? You want me t’get you pregnant, little darling?" His breath came out in huffed pants as his control started to slip a little. A button being pushed, almost all the way down. “Want me t’knock you up? Think we should try again… If you want that.” The memory of him pulling his cock out to watch the creamy mix slip out of her cunt before pushing back in to keep some plugged up into her the night prior came rushing back. 

That was exactly what he was craving. 

“Yeah, I want to… I want you to do it on this trip. Please? Wanna make you a daddy.” She keened, knowing they had little time at the beach left. He was going to lose control soon, and that had been her quickly executed plan.

Harry's control completely snapped at her words. He let out a low, guttural moan, his grip on her cheek firm as he laid a deep kiss on her mouth, licking into it and feeling her desperate kiss returned before he pulled back with a grunt and wet lips. She was ethereal, even in filthy situations like this. With beachy hair and bleary eyes, swollen mouth and the golden glow of the setting sun on her skin. Every day, every moment served as a reminder as to why he was so lucky to have her.

“God, you drive me fucking insane, darling. Y’know exactly what to say to get me all worked up, huh?" It was clear he couldn’t take it anymore. Y/N had hit her intended target, and he couldn’t be out here any longer because he would definitely get caught with a public indecency charge. Fingering was one thing, but the things he wanted to do to her? They needed privacy. 

He withdrew his finger, his voice a gruff whisper as he spoke into her ear. "Get up. Now.” 

A cry of loss left her swollen lips as he stood up, not caring at all about the bulge in his pants. He grabbed the beach bag, tossing it over his arm and surprised her as he tossed her over his shoulder too. 

“Harry!” She squealed. “H- oh my god. You caveman!” He walked towards the villa with her tossed over his shoulder, like she weighed nothing. Like the blatant show of strength wouldn’t make her even more aroused. 

Her husband chuckled at her protest, his hand coming down across her ass to give her a sharp smack. "Hush, wife. I said I'd take care of you, and that's exactly what I'm doing."

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 44!

a day later than planned, but with another bunch of brilliant fics! and oh, the state of my marked for later list... so many good things coming...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags (also for seaosn 8 spoiler purposes!) before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

50 cheeky texts | songbvrd/@songbvrd | 21k | M

Buck gets drunk-dared to send Eddie one cheeky text every day for 50 days. Eddie loses his mind. i love a fic that incorporates texting (and screen names!) so so much and this is no exception to that. a delightfully fun, fluffy read!

a little change of scenery | grangers_apprentice | 2.1k | GA

That still doesn’t mean that Buck doesn’t get nightmares. Fortunately for Buck, he doesn’t have to deal with them alone. Not when he has such a good best friend like Eddie. okay by now yall have to know that bed sharing/mutual pining etc etc are my absolute favourite things, and so it's no surprise that i loved this one <3

a madman and a minstrel | Maira/@mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips | 2.8k | T

the one where Eddie is drugged and confesses his feelings for Buck. To Buck. this was the absolute funniest loveliest read, exactly what i needed on a not-so-great day <3

cause i will be your safety | rogerzsteven/@rogerzsteven | 2.2k | GA

Buck has a leg cramp. Eddie helps him as he can. poor buck <3 this is brilliantly written, i loved eddie's inner dialogue!

clean laundry (and the love of all things mundane) | fearofgod | 26.2k | not rated

buck offers his apartment to bobby and athena, and living with eddie is easy. buck moving in with eddie before they get together is my favourite!! this is such a good read, i loved the domesticness of it all <3

i got all my sisters with me | ipretendtobesane | 6.8k | T

eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words. the diaz siblings!! i love the diaz siblings!! so good so lovely such brilliant brilliant characterisation all around!!

i'd shout it from the rooftops | SymphonySoldier97/@sonofatoasterwaffle | 5.9k | E

Buck and Eddie dive head first into their honeymoon phase, take a page out of Buck 1.0's book, and remember their shiny new body cams- in that order. i clicked on this one SO FAST and it was absolutely everything i expected <3 best way to incorporate body cams in anything ever i think

insomnia baking | glorious_spoon/@glorious-spoon | 1.5k | T

Any normal person would say no. It's well past midnight, and while they don't exactly keep regular hours, he knows he woke Buck up just now. But it's not at all a surprise when Buck says, "Yeah, of course, be there in, like…" his voice fades and dips for a moment, like he's holding the phone away from his face. "Uh, half an hour?" late night baking my beloved <3 the emotional hurt/comfort hits so good!!

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Eddie shifts slightly and clears his throat again. “But can you answer my original question? What’s it like kissing a guy?” beautifully descriptive, feels so true to character!! i do love a little best friends exploring sex with each other hehe

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When he convinces Eddie to watch Hotshots with him, Buck starts to notice some similarities between the two of them and Jones and Sanchez, characters from the show. the hotshots-related fic i've been waiting for!! honestly having a show within the show is so much fun and i love how this fic treats it - special shoutout to this bobby as well <3

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There is a constant tension headache behind his eyes that’s been there for as long as he can remember, and it gets worse every single time someone who isn’t Maddie calls him ‘Evan’. this fic managed to take everything i was thinking about this episode and blend it all together in 4.1k of pure goodness. delightful episode coda!!

[eastern-lights]

Ok so we all know how amazing Baldur's Gate 3 is. I could talk for hours about everything it did perfectly.

But rn, I want to talk about what I think Dragon Age Inquisition did better. And this is not to judge which game is better overall, but what still makes DAI so special to me despite its flaws.

1. Voiced protagonist

Yeah, starting off controversial. I know some people prefer silent protagonists, but I just find myself wishing we could have a fully voiced Tav, even at the cost of fewer dialogue options. I'm sorry, but Tav's silent indifferent face just always breaks the immersion for me, especially when contrasted with the award-worthy acting and animation of the characters they're speaking with. In DAI (and DA2, although to a lesser degree) your character could be heavily customized, but they were always an actual person who fit in with the rest of the universe and flowed seamlessly with the story.

2. Mystery and dread.

BG3 is full of heavy, scary, traumatizing stuff hidden all over the place (or in plain sight). But it can always be explained in some way. There are dreadful things in Faerûn, but we always know what they are (mostly due to most of them having to have precisely given stats as the result of being based on DnD). We know what happens after death and what we can do to bring people back from it. The closest you get to truly dread-inducing mystery in BG3 is "Do Illithids have souls" and "where do illithids come from" and (at least in Act 1) "who is the Absolute".

In Dragon Age, the whole world is made of existential dread. What happens when you die? Dunno. Is God real? No idea and if He does, He hates you. What is the Blight? Are all darkspawn capable of independent thought? What is lyrium singing about? What happened to the titans? What happens when all of the Old Gods die? And this is just the Big Questions. There's a myriad of small things, small mysteries you encounter that just have no answers. Stuff that reminds me of those creepy Goldshire children forming a pentagram in World of Warcraft. While having an explanation for everything makes for deeper worldbuilding, a world full of mysteries without answers makes for a much scarier and, in some ways, exciting experience.

3. Group dynamic and party banter

I enjoyed the party banter in BG3. Hell, it had some of the funniest lines in game. But it didn't do enough to make the group dynamic feel any less Tav/Durge-centric. You hear the companions exchange banter, but you never get beyond stuff like "Karlach and Shadowheart both enjoy wine" and "Gale enjoys Lae'zel telling him about the Astral plane". The protagonist forms amazingly written relationships with each of the companions, but they never seem to have such a bond with one another. The closest we come to what I'd like to see is Karlach and Wyll's friendship, but even that's kind of shallow, I feel. The companions do comment on the others' personal quest, but it's always one sentence reaction, before going right back to being mostly indifferent. DA2 had the same issue, if to a greater extent (srsly, the companions had the same attitude about one another over the span of 10 years)

The banter in DAI was superb. It told a story. It had arcs. You could watch in real time as Solas and Dorian became friends over their shared magical nerd-dom. You could even take part in it, such as when telling Blackwall to stfu about jousting for a moment, or telling Sera that what you and Solas do in private is none of her business. You could see Dorian and Bull fall in love. You could watch Varric slowly chip away at Solas' worldview until he arguably came closer to changing his plans than Lavellan ever did. The relationships grow over the course of the story and by the time of Solas' betrayal, you're not just sad because he betrayed you, you're sad because he betrayed Varric, Dorian, Bull, Cassandra and everyone else. Because you saw how they cared about him, each in their own way.

There is nothing more heartbreaking than Varric's "Chuckles, what have you done?"

In BG3, the relationships are mostly left to your imagination, which has its perks, but still, the group dynamic feels more like a wheel with Tav at the centre rather than a web.

4. Having limits on the romance options

Let me start by stating what I am not saying: I am not saying that bi and pan people shouldn't be represented. Far from it. But I don't think making the whole group pan is the way to go about it. I can't help but feeling it is, in a way, pandering to players, making every single companion interested in them as long as they have a sufficiently high approval.

Making some companions explicitly bi, pan, gay or straight made for a more real experience. Getting rejected by Sera on the grounds of "We have a lot in common - we both like women" felt disappointing, yes, but also real. This also allowed the writers to make the characters' sexual/romantic preferences a part of their, well, character. We got Dorian's personal quest, which I think is great. Limiting Solas' options to just Lavellan allowed the writers to make it about him realizing that his people are not mere shadows. It allowed them to write the Vallaslin scene. None of this could have been done if he were romanceable to all races.

When you have diversity in romantic attraction among the companions, suddenly the pan and bi characters (in Bull and Josie respectively) feel like their orientation is part of who they are, rather than a game mechanic to prevent players from missing out on content.

[sn0wp1anets]

observations about joel (mostly speech stuff) and interactions with others bc ive been hyperfixated since the beginning of time (also theres alot of bs commentary im sorry)

general stuff:

very very british like extremely british

'bloody' and 'blooming' ALOT - when he's annoyed or shocked or offended (im gonna call this his pseudo swearing for the rest of this for convenience)

instead of very he says 'well' sometimes (e.g. "this bloody pico park music is well annoying) and "absolutely"

instead of really he says 'proper' sometimes so "stress is proper northern" etc

instead of 'i haven't' he says "i've not"

he gives an explanation for basically everything he does and instead of because he says 'as' alot

'to be honest' "i bloody hate woodwork to be honest" (sometimes he says 'to be honest with you' too)

'innit' occasionally "it's like waterslide innit"

'like so'

'by the look of it'

he gets irritated really easily - "for goodness sake" and he'll start cutting himself off alot "this bloody-" and also his voice gets much more high pitched and his pseudo swearing gets way more frequent. also 'blooming heck'

(and also this isn't super relevant but when he gets mad all his friends start commenting on it and its the funniest thing- in the overcooked stream as soon as he starts getting annoyed everyones like 'oh here he is')

i didn't know if i should put this in a specific section but he says 'babe' alot - not just to lizzie but to jimmy like ALOT and also in general - i'll talk about this a bit more later tho !

pauses alot: in between words/phrases, and also before he answers questions (this is not as often but also if he wants someone to stop him- he was playing scrabble and was basically asking if someone could spell out vagina so he was slowly going 'and a g....and an i...and a n...' etcetc idk this isnt relevant i just thought it was worth mentioning)

he's kinda an oversharer 😭 ? (this is lh hes 31 im sure he shares what he thinks is appropriate) but at any given moment he starts giving details about his life- a kinda memorable example of this is in mcc26(?) when w*lbur made fun of his accent so he started telling a story about his grandfather and giving alot of details about him after he said he couldnt talk too much about it AND grian begged him to stop

repeats things (especially when he's annoyed) : "game's a bloody joke. game's a bloody joke"

he basically never says 'oh my god' its always 'oh my gosh' or 'oh gosh' sometimes its 'oh jesus'

his voice is generally higher pitched and more expressive in videos than in streams but this is more of a general cc thing than a specific joel thing

very confident in his builds (AS HE SHOULD BE !!!) and he'll share his thoughts alot : "i think it's come together really well" "lovely" "i'm really happy with it/with how it's turned out" etcetc

when he narrates he uses a mixture of 'I' and 'We'. what i've noticed is he uses I for his thoughts ("i feel like" "i think") and we for everything else ("we need" "we're quite high in the sky" etc)

'genuinely'

'what (are) you on about'

'what the heck'

he will say very random (kind of odd) things just out of nowhere as if its normal and he'll only realize it's weird when someone questions it? e.g. the mumbo trauma dumping bit in SL, or in one of jimmy's streams he said 'until i get back to the hotel if yk what i mean' and jimmys like 'i dont' and joel just goes 'idk either'

accent stuff:

it's really recognizable idk what to say

very northern: hes from yorkshire - his accent used to be stronger in his old videos but you can definitely still hear it (like its still super different from grian or like mumbo idk)

his 'th' sounds come out as 'f' (idk if this is an accent thing or a joel thing but he's talked about it and said his family members have it too)

again not sure if this is an accent or joel thing but when he says any word with 'con' he says it kinda differently- it's hard to describe but for example when most people say convention the 'on' sound is more like a 'un' sound? whereas with joel its very much an 'o' sound like in 'box' or 'coffee' (genuinely have no idea how else to explain it but in phonetic symbols- joel essentially never says /ʌ/ it's almost always /ɒ/ when its a 'con' word)

jimmy-

NICKNAMES !!! 'jim' is used alot - more than anyone else and one of the only people who calls him this. hes used 'mr neutron' too (idk how many times'

(he also doesnt actually say tim/timmy often and when he does its exclusively when grian is present)

typical british male friendship nicknames: 'lad' 'big man'

when he joins jimmy's stream he always says hi in a very dramatic way?? usually with a pretty deep voice (idk this is just something i noticed)

he calls him a loser alot?

(this might be more of a bad boys point) but joel is generally not that mean to jimmy? definitely he's meaner than he was a few years ago but that makes sense because they weren't as close but. he'll call him a loser and stupid/idiot sometimes but his main 'bullying jimmy' momentsare usually always when he's with someone else (usually grian, sometimes fwhip)

'what are you doing jimmy' or sometimes 'what are you doing with your life'

lizzie:

'babe' like all the time. once lizzie mentioned that they don't even really use each other's names alot because they just say 'babe' all the time

oli:

ok so joel really doesn't use that much like modern internet language but oli does and then joel will pick up on it (its cute but also horrifying sometimes)- he kept saying 'dogs' in reference to feet after oli said it

they flirt alot but differently to how he does with jimmy (hes more passive whereas with jimmy he initiates it more idk how else to describe it)

he calls him 'man' sometimes

he's also really giggly around oli theyre adorable

(tbh theres so much more to say about oli and lizzie but idk if i have the energy and time for like 10+ years of interactions rn - and honestly alot more for everyone else too but like.)

grian:

in general joel picks up on people's energy etc and mimics it alot but it happens so much with grian specifically - this sounds very weird but the more time he spends with grian in one go the more he starts to act like grian (especially with interactions with jimmy)

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *more slash from me? Who knew?

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, absolutely NO minors here!! Unrequited love, toxic relationship, some minor use of force (pushing), very minimal religious imagery, smut including: m/m sex, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: ~2300

This piece was very heavily inspired by Royel Otis cover of the song Linger by The Cranberries which unfortunately is not on Spotify so you’d have to look it up on YouTube if you want to give it a listen (which you really should)

Danny laid staring up at another hotel room ceiling, trying to understand how he’d ended up here again.

Sleep felt so close, yet so far away.

His physical needs had been met, but the aching pain from the hole in his chest his companion that laid next to him was supposed to fill, sat as empty as a bottomless pit. He turned his head and was met with Sam’s back, bare and colored golden in the glow of the incandescent light. His shoulder blades grew with each deep breath he took, like the stretch of wings preparing to fly away.

The day had started out as a good day. Danny stepped off the tour bus in another new city, feeling the adrenaline of beginning a new leg of tour help carry him to their interview with a smile on his face.

It was just going to be him and Sam in this interview. Nothing out of the ordinary, they’d done dozens of interviews together in the past, but Danny could tell almost immediately after the interview started that Sam was into the long legged beauty asking them the questions.

He took the backseat and let Sam do most of the talking, trying to not let the burn in his throat get to him as his smile faded with each overused interview question Sam seemed way too enthusiastic to be answering again.

Sam thought Danny was being rude with his few curt responses, so without breaking eye contact with the interviewer he placed his hand on Danny’s leg, giving it a squeeze. Danny didn’t appreciate the touch, he knew what that was. It was a false hope thrown like a bone to a dog- just another ploy to keep him close, make him obey.

Another day ruined, Danny thought as he excused himself the second the interview was over. He had to get out of there, it was tearing him apart feeling the sear of Sam's fingertips into his thigh while he complimented her on doing a good job. She didn’t even do that good a job.

When he came back from the restroom he found Sam still sitting in the room with the interviewer, only this time he was perched at the end of the sofa with her hand cradled in his. She was laughing like he’d said the funniest thing she’d ever heard just before Danny interrupted them.

“Let’s go Sam, they’re waiting on us”. Danny forced out through gritted teeth, turning on his heel and fleeing down the hallway so he wouldn’t have to see anymore.

“Hey!” Sam called out after him, running to catch up after saying his goodbyes. “What is your problem?”

Danny stopped in his tracks, making Sam’s front collide with his back before he turned around quickly and pushed Sam by his shoulders up against the wall.

“Wait, someone could see” Sam tried to push him off, eyes darting down the hallway, only relaxing when he was sure they were alone.

“Is this just a game to you?” Danny blurted out, desperately searching Sam’s face for some type of hint that would help him win this before he forfeited.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Sam faked innocence, only pissing Danny off further.

Danny let one of Sam’s shoulders go, hiding his eyes in his palm as he let out a hysterical dark chuckle. “God I’m such a fucking idiot”.

Sam used that little bit of leeway to slip out from between Danny and the wall, grabbing his arm and tugging him into a nearby unoccupied room. Neither of them bothered to turn the lights on. Danny just crumpled into a conveniently placed lounge chair, and Sam waited until he heard the click of the door closing behind them before kneeling down in front of him.

“Hey, tell me what’s the matter?” Sam’s voice was calm and carried a silkiness like honey that always calmed Danny. It made him realize he might have overreacted a little back there, but he couldn’t deny the real pain he felt.

“Did you have to flirt with her like that in front of me?”

Sam took a moment to compose his response. Yeah he was flirting with her, but what was the problem with that? They were a flirtatious bunch, and it had never seemed to be a problem before. At least before Danny had told Sam his biggest secret.

After his lack of reply, Danny chose to continue instead of giving Sam the opportunity to lie his way out of this one. “You know I want to be with you”.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere” Sam tried to assure him, his hands making their way back up Danny’s legs. Did he even realize how just the simplest touch left a blazing trail that threatened to consume Danny whole?

Sam knew. He knew how Danny felt about him, always had, he just thought he could manage it in a way that would suit his own whims. The moment Danny confessed he was desperately in love with him Sam had him wrapped around his finger.

Danny told Sam he loved him, and when Sam took him back to his hotel room that night he thought nothing could go wrong. Danny spilled every feeling he had for Sam with each thrust he gave, and Sam laid there and took it willingly. Though never once did he ever mutter a word of reciprocated love.

Well he was wrong; he ended up that night feeling even more confused than he had before. Sam knew how he felt now, and he didn’t seem turned off by it at all, but he also told Danny afterwards that this didn’t change anything between them.

It was like a slap to the face that they could reach that level of intimacy and Sam not feel anything. Danny felt like he’d been used, and he’d continue to let himself be used for months since then. As messed up as that was, he told himself he was in too deep now to back away.

“Come on, you said they’re waiting on us” Sam stood up slowly, taking Danny’s hands in his own and pulling him to stand as well.

Danny laced their fingers together and wrapped his arms around Sam’s hips, making Sam’s arms bend behind his back like he was being handcuffed. Before Sam could speak he pressed their lips together next, letting them linger there for a moment until Sam gave in and kissed him back.

The energy of the show fed Danny as he let out his frustrations on his drum kit. Playing live to all their fans never failed to get them all riled up, and Danny almost forgot how upset he’d been earlier when he joined Sam as he pranced around on the stage after the last song of the encore.

Sam looked so beautiful in his perfectly tailored chrome pants, silk wrapping every curve Danny admired so much- especially from behind. The stage lights were relentless, but they were like heavenly beams shining down and highlighting the new makeup Sam had given into wearing for this tour. He was like an angel on Earth if only in this moment in time.

Danny couldn’t help it when he saw Sam, he wrapped his arm around his waist and squeezed his side as Sam enthusiastically waved goodbye to everyone. Just as soon as he arrived, Sam pulled his in-ear out and leaned back so Danny could hear him over the roar of the crowd. “My room tonight”.

They hardly made it past the door before Sam wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders and let himself go limp as Danny carried him the rest of the way to the bed.

“Sam” Danny growled after falling with him down onto the mattress.

“Daniel” Sam replied as he nipped at his neck and jawline.

“Sam you’re pushing it” Danny tried to warn him again now that Sam’s hands were wandering down his chest, a clear destination with the tent pitched in Danny’s pants right now.

“Stop being so moody and just fuck me” Sam groaned and licked a hot strip up the side of Danny’s neck as he groped him.

Danny grabbed Sam’s hips and pinned him down to the bed so that he couldn’t get any friction of his own, making Sam whimper and pout. “Is that what you want? You want me to turn my emotions off and fuck you the way you deserve?”

“God Daniel yes!” Sam tossed his head back in frustration as his hips tried fruitlessly to buck against Danny’s grip.

“I’ll do it Sammy. I’ll give you what you want, but first I need you to tell me why. Why do you want me tonight?”

Sam’s brows furrowed at the unexpected question. Why? There was no why, other than they were both still riding their high from the show and it was a lot easier to do this together rather than find someone else to fit the bill.

Danny leaned down until his mouth was right next to Sam’s ear, “Because I fuck you best”.

Sam let out a weak moan this time, speeding up the way his hand was stroking Danny hoping if he was good he’d be rewarded soon.

“Say it Sammy” Danny demanded, not moving an inch.

“You fuck me the best” he easily obliged, that much being true. Maybe because Danny loved him so relentlessly he’d taken extra care in learning all of Sam’s pleasure spots and deepest desires, making him come back for more each time. “Please God, I need it” Sam begged, knowing full well that there was no God watching over them in this room.

Clothes were ripped off until neither of them had anything left to spare. Sam cried out as Danny took him into his mouth at the same time as he stretched him with two fingers, wasting no time until he was satisfied that Sam could take him all.

“Fuck you feel like heaven Angel” Danny groaned as he bottomed out, staying as still as possible so he could feel Sam fluttering around him.

Impatiently, Sam wrapped his legs around Danny’s waist and arms around his shoulders, bracing himself for the onslaught of sensations he knew was about to come. When Danny did start moving it was deep and fast, expertly hitting that spot within Sam with every thrust.

Dull nails dug into his back while Sam clawed at him like a rabid animal. He could feel his skin tearing, leaving behind red welts in their wake. It was like Sam was ripping his own wings out, mutilating him so that he’d had no way of escaping.

Sam, the devil disguised as an angel, and Danny just another fallen at his feet.

Once Sam gathered his bearings he flopped back down, giving Danny more leverage to hike a leg up over his shoulder. “I’m gonna-” Sam tried to warn, but Danny quickly wrapped a fist around his base, cutting him off with a wracked sob.

“No you’re not. Not until I do”.

Sam looked up at him with a glare like he was ready to fight him on this, but when Danny reangled himself and started snapping his hips even harder his eyes rolled back into his head.

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait much longer, because soon enough Danny’s hips were stuttering and he was spilling inside. Staking his claim the only way he could.

All Sam needed was one brush from the pad of Danny’s thumb against his tip and he was coming undone, shuddering violently until he was absolutely spent.

Without any more words spoken Danny rolled off of him and Sam left to take a shower fist, coming back with his hair still wet and smelling of his mix of shampoo and leave in conditioner.

“You sleeping here?” Sam questioned nonchalantly, not even bothered by the fact that Danny still laid naked in his bed.

“You mind?” He asked back, watching as Sam pulled the covers open and climbed into his side.

“No, just put some pants on at least”. He pulled out his phone and checked a few notifications before setting an alarm as Danny rinsed off in the shower quickly and found a pair of clean shorts in Sam’s messy bag.

Sam didn’t turn over when Danny rejoined him in the bed. “Would you turn out the night?” He muttered sleepily, his voice barely carrying over his shoulder.

With the lamp turned off Danny reached over and ran his hand across Sam’s back soothingly, making him actually glance over. Danny extended his pointer finger, hooking it under Sam’s chin. He finally rolled over to face him, too worn out to fight it.

Danny inched closer in the bed and gently pressed their lips together, cradling Sam’s face in his palm. Without hesitation Sam parted his lips and danced his tongue against Danny’s lips until he was allowing him inside, deepening the kiss. He pushed against his shoulder, making Danny lay flat onto his back once more as he threw a leg over and moved to straddle his hips.

Once he was on top of him Danny grabbed Sam’s forearms and pushed him off, not roughly but with enough force to rattle Sam a bit.

“What?” Sam sighed, sliding off of him with a huff.

“Nothing Sam” Danny exhaled, “let’s just go to sleep”.

“You know I care about you Daniel. I don’t want to see you hurt. If this is getting to be too much for you then we can stop”.

Danny thought about it for a moment, ultimately deciding if Sam could easily just walk away then there really must not be any chances of winning him over. In the end he cared about Sam too, obviously, and he never wanted to cause any problems between the two of them.

“No, I can handle it”. Danny settled back underneath the blankets, waiting for Sam to follow suit. “I’m handling it”.

[fragaria-imagines]

hi hi hi!! could i perhaps request merold with an easily flustered reader? like, he could hold their waist for a few seconds and their brain is already crashing lol (I'm so down horrendous for this guy it's honestly embarrassing help me) as for the format, either bulleted headcanons or a written out scenario type of thing works! whichever seems fitting <3

Ahhh thank you anon! I decided to do both headcanons and a short scenario for this question, I hope you like it!

Merold thinks your shyness and how easily flustered you get is absolutely adorable, and would 100% take advantage of that to the fullest.

He’s already a huge tease to begin with, your bashfulness would only encourage him to tease you tens fold.

He has a habit of wrapping his waist around you and talking to you directly in your ear, when you’re both out in public because he thinks teasing you especially when you’re in public is the funniest thing ever, since you can’t chastise him or reprimanded him as you usually would, especially if you’re in a professional setting with all the lords.

He loves seeing you trying to maintain your composure and level headedness whilst his hands are roaming around your body, in an attempt to rile you up and fluster you.

Because of how easily flustered you get, you easily melt under his touch, but he loves it when you put up a fight and resist his teasing, it makes it all the much sweeter when you finally cave in to your desire.

Often times Merold would shower you in expensive gifts, going to fancy restaurants, buying you designer clothing, and jewelry made of real silver and gold, the whole nine yards, he doesn’t care, he lives to spoil you.

He’s not good at expressing himself with words, so buying you gifts are a much easier way to convey his love to you, and whilst you appreciate it, there sheer amount of gifts he has bought you, has definitely flustered you more than once, especially when you see the price tag on some of those items, flustered can’t even begin to describe what you felt…

You and Merold were both invited to the Fragaria Ball, which the Strawberry King held yearly whenever he was in a festive mood, and what’s more, everybody in the Strawberry Kingdom was invited to come. With the looming threat of SEED these past few months, there was less and less balls being held, which made this night even more special, as it was the first one to be held in over six months, and you planned to enjoy this night’s festivities to the fullest.

“M-merold please! Lord My Melody is right there…!” You stuttered out in embarrassment, as Merold’s hand trailed the back of your dress.

Or more specifically, it was your plan to enjoy the night to the fullest, but it looked like Merold had other plans for tonight, as it hadn’t even been five minutes since you two arrived, and he was already teasing you.

“What’s wrong Y/N? I’m just having some fun, there’s no harm in that is there~?” Merold whispering in your ears, sending shivers down your spine as your blush started to deepen. You could almost feel the smirk on his face from watching you lose your cool, but before you could chastised him further, you saw that Lord My Melody and Lady My Sweet Piano, were walking towards the two of you.

Merold quickly plastered a bright smile onto his face, when he saw Lord My Melody and Lady My Sweet Piano making their way towards you both.

“Good evening my lord! Are you enjoying yourself?” Merold asked sweetly, acting as if he wasn’t in the process of unzipping your dress, just a few moments ago.

“Why good evening to you too, Merold! I’m having a great time, it’s been a while since the last Fragaria Ball, hasn’t it, Piano?” My Melody answered cheerfully.

“Mehhh Baaaa. Nn menhh a-baaa bahhh-h, baaa!!” My Sweet Piano answered (which roughly translates to: “Yes, it surely has been quite a while! Oh, but it feels like only yesterday when we were both crowned in this exact palace… oh what a day that was!”) dreamily, as she reminisced about the past.

However, before you could ask her what she meant by that, My Sweet Piano broke out of her daze, furrowing her eyebrows at you in concern, taking notice at how flushed you were.

“Baaa Baaa Mehhh?” (Are you alright Y/N? You look a little flushed)

“Thank you for worrying about me Lady Piano, but I’m— f-fine…!” You said, barely able to make out the last word as Merold decided at the last second to remove his hands from your back, and instead wrap his arms around your waist, successfully sending you into a frenzy. If the blush you had before was red, then the one you had now was crimson.

You could barely catch your breath, let alone stand up straight, as you felt your knees about to give out any moment from now.

“She’s fine, Lady Piano, just a little bit under the weather” Merold said, paying no mind to the frantic state you were in, as he subtly squeezed your hips mid sentence. You let out a squeal of embarrassment, desperately trying to hide your face behind his shoulders so the lord’s wouldn’t see just how flustered you were.

A part of you knew you shouldn’t give in, and that he was only trying to get a reaction out of you, but as he let out a loud laugh at your pitiful display, you knew you were in for a long night.

[fierrochase-falafel]

A moment later, it was dead silent within the darkness, and Xie Lian repeated with certainty, “You are the Crown Prince of Wuyong.”

Finally, White No-Face was no longer silent.

He lunged towards Xie Lian, his palm blasts sharp and powerful, and this time, it was Xie Lian’s turn to dodge. He leapt up, and asked as he dodged, “Your Highness, I’ve got a question for you. How come you never show your true face to anyone?”

White No-Face said darkly, “Your Highness, I’m warning you not to address me with that title.”

“You call me ‘Your Highness’, so why can’t I address you the same?” Xie Lian rebuked. “You won’t answer, so I’ll have to guess myself. There are only two reasons why you don’t want anyone seeing your true face. Either you are someone I know, or someone I don’t know, but once I see your real face I could easily figure out who you are. Or, your true appearance is exceedingly ugly, so ugly you can’t stand it yourself!”

Warning for major spoilers in this post! We're back with post 10 of Xie Lian being the funniest mf when he confronts White No-Face at the beginning of book 5, and if there's 1 thing I love, it's a good "fun mocking ramble while dodging an angry loser".

I think it's really interesting how book 4 ends after so much pain, so much...eventfulness of Bai Wuxiang. The impression you're left with of him is that he is powerful and dangerous even though Xie Lian rejects his philosophy and shows huge personal growth. We grow to really respect Xie Lian's character development without losing that fearful reverence for Bai Wuxiang. Book 5 though, from the get-go, is set on tearing down Bai Wuxiang's terrifying reputation built up over 4 books. At the end of book 3, Xie Lian is absolutely terrified at the sight of the cry-smiling mask, but the minute we get back to the present-time, Xie Lian gets over his terror pretty fast and just lies on the floor pretending Bai Wuxiang doesn't exist. In the first chapter of book 5 itself, Xie Lian gets to expose his former crown princehood- and when he literally just addresses Bai Wuxiang by the same title as Bai Wuxiang does for him, the guy loses it! Like...for such a powerful man, you can't help but feel how much he's being undermined here. He's always had the upper hand over Xie Lian and here they are, in his territory the Kiln, and his control over Xie Lian has somehow decreased in comparison to all their prior encounters!

It's a culmination of Xie Lian choosing to grow and make peace with his own former insecurities (unlike a certain other white-clothed calamity) and the power of hualian being in gay love that bring this about, I feel. That's what really gets the edge over Bai Wuxiang. Because it was 1 thing when Xie Lian went on with his life still terrified of Bai Wuxiang, having changed and grown and become stronger but scared of what Bai Wuxiang represents as to who he could be- who he WAS. Before he met Hua Cheng, Xie Lian was alone and unlucky and nobody cared for him in any way, and he was cool with assuming he didn't deserve to be cared for because of his actions. Hua Cheng's devotion to him is perhaps the 1 thing that makes him feel that he is worth more, that he doesn't have to atone the way he's been trying to and that he IS better than Bai Wuxiang.

In book 3, Hua Cheng says, "I can swear, you are you. You're not anyone else." Even if Xie Lian may not fully believe Hua Cheng when he reiterates that they are different people, Hua Cheng still goes out of his way to stress that Xie Lian is a person who himself is worth it. If Hua Cheng really sees that in him, maybe he is different to the Crown Prince of Wuyong in the ways that matter after all. So when he's having the same mask pressed onto him by White No-Face, it doesn't make a difference! He doesn't lose his mind in any way, and says all of this to White No-Face WHILE the mask is being forced on him (remember how the mask in book 4 correlated consistently with Xie Lian's worst days, like appearing on him right when he decided to genocide Yong'an? Xie Lian changes this and takes control of the mask!).

He, in the cry-smiling mask, is able to turn the tables on Bai Wuxiang because he is actively different to him, and he KNOWS it. Hua Cheng makes sure he knows it when he doubts himself, giving Xie Lian the confidence he needs to finally emotionally overcome Bai Wuxiang (the same way he gives Xie Lian the spiritual power needed to break his shackles! perfect symbolism). This is the ultimate win I feel Xie Lian gets over him, because of both himself and Hua Cheng! The rest of the book is Xie Lian solidifying this win over a man who keeps being subverted, keeps being confounded ever since book 4 by Xie Lian's refusal to do what he did.

Further point I would like to make about Xie Lian calling Bai Wuxiang potentially really ugly- which, A) Burn?!?!?! And B, got me thinking that him reacting so violently to that is also kind-of a sign of him having not made peace with his former Crown Prince-hood. I'm sure he was praised for being handsome as a Crown Prince the way Xie Lian was, and never got over the fact that he fell so far from his once glorious status. The idea of being ugly under the mask now makes him feel even more defensive of his own failings and the idea that under the mask, internally, he might not be as good/right as he wanted to be and that this is his own fault- because Xie Lian doesn't wear a mask, doesn't care about being called ugly because something so shallow (even though it's perfectly valid to care about your appearance at all) makes no huge difference to his self-perception. He's just doing his best out here no matter what. By choice. Jun Wu could've had that, but he chose not to out of self-pity eclipsing his desire to be, in some sense of the word, a good person, and it kills him to know that.

I think the fact that this 1 funny exchange actually reveals an awful lot about the characters really says something about the quality of MXTX's narrative placement as well as intricacies in dialogue that make reading TGCF so...beautiful.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

hello! i was wondering, instead of “casting” mutuals as bob/tp, what about what do you associate with each mutual? like any characters, smart thoughts/takes, moments, colors, etc? no pressure to do this but thanks in advance if you do!

@georgieluz - GEORGE LUZ! There is no other answer for this question. George is 100% Julian’s character. And honestly ‘what would I do without Julian.’ Julian always reminds me of this big softie, supportive best friend who is hilariously funny, so so loveable and supportive. I love you so much Julian. He’s is so smart, like way smarter than me. And he puts up with my ridiculous rants and my writing so thank you 😂 if I had to describe Julian in a colour I feel like it would be like a pastel blue or green. He’s a comforting person. I’m so glad I met you Julian and I’m so lucky you chose me as your friend.

@mads-weasley LEWIS NIXON. She is my loveable Lewis Nixon. Her writing gives me life! Mads is so sweet and smart. I don’t know why but I feel like Mads is purple, I’m not sure why but I love purple and I just think of Mads.

@malarkgirlypop Oh my days Kate. The conversations we have had. Kate is a bright colour. She’s so bubbly and colourful. I love Kate so much. I feel like Kate would love to be associated with Malarkey her main man but I feel like she is a mixture of Skip and George because she is one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.

@ronsparky I can’t not associate Jess switch Shifty. She is an adorable softie. I feel like if I had to pick a colour it would like a light mint green. Jess’ writing is absolutely gorgeous. She is so incredibly talented and so so kind.

@panzershrike-pretz aww Pretz I love your chaotic nature. You are such a hilariously funny person and your conversations give me life. If I had to describe Pretz as a colour it would be a rainbow. I feel like there is so much chaos in the chat and we jump from one topic to another.

@merriell-allesandro-shelton I love Louise so much. You are so supportive and I wish we could talk more. You’re one of the first friends I made in the HBOwar fandom and I’m so glad I met you.

@sweetxvanixlla - beautiful moodboards. Vee is so funny and adorable and so so sweet. I love you Vee. I always think of you as Chuck Grant if I had to describe you as a character. You’re such a softie and I don’t think I could pick any other character for you. Our collab turned out so beautifully, thank you so much for working with me.

@samwinchesterslostshoe Pigeons. I can’t help it. The Pigeon drawing is incredible and I love it so much and your drawings are perfection.

@whollyjoly Alton Moore and Flower Crowns and caffeinated writing sprints apparently 😂 I love the conversations you have in the group chat. Honestly the whole discord chat just makes me laugh so much.

@next-autopsy - Joe Toye 😂 I feel like I’m just associating people with who they are in the group chat now but oh well 😂 you are so supportive and sweet and it’s so lovely to have met you and have you join the discord group. I don’t know what but I feel like I associate you with a dark green colour 😂

@coco-bean-1218 I definitely associate you with Shifty Powers. Also your new fic looks absolutely incredible and your OCs sound amazing. I cannot wait to read it.

@holdingforgeneralhugs - you are so so sweet and such an incredible writer. Thank you so much for joining our discord group. I’m so glad you are also a huge fan of Winters because now I am not alone in my Winters campaign. And obviously I can’t associate you with any other character other than Winters now 😂 I also associate the colour purple with you, probably because of your gorgeous purple blog.

@liptonwashere - incredible and emotional video edits. Your videos have single handedly broken and healed my heart at the same time. You are so incredibly talented and I’m addicted to watching your videos (and spamming the discord chat with them apparently 😂)

I think I’ve included everyone, sorry if I’ve missed anyone. This ended up with me mostly singing everyone’s praises because you’re are all so talented and I love you all. 💕

[ryuichirou]

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Talking a little bit about Jamil-the-genie, a little bit about Idia…

Anonymous asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you or your followers know what TWST's age rating is in Japan?  And I heard the global version lowered the age rating?  Did Japan do the same when the global version came out?

Right now both the JP and the EN version on AppStore seems to be 4+ (3+ on Google Play lol), and I am not sure if it was changed after the global release. I am not even sure who would be the deciding party when it comes to this: is it Aniplex, Disney or Apple/Google…

If we ignore the issue of the game’s rating clearly needing to be significantly higher and the fact that they probably just wanted to promote it in a way that would attract more people, there is also probably the logic of “there isn’t any explicit blood, sex, gambling, or drugs = it’s rated G and is for everyone, and who are everyone? Correct, fucking toddlers”. Which also doesn’t really make sense.

upd. I just checked, and it seems like people have been discussing TWST (+ a bunch of other similar games)'s age rating being too low even back in 2020, so I guess it isn't the EN release thing. The more I think about it, the more I think it's the Apple/Google thing.

Anonymous asked:

always love your art but i am absolutely OBSESSED with how you draw rollo!!! thank you for the good food as always!!!

Thank you so much!! Enjoy your food! <3

For some reason Rollo always pushes me to sin to try out something  interesting colouring-wise whenever I draw him. I love drawing him a lot, and I’m happy that you liked him.

Anonymous asked:

oh my god, Kalim only wishing for a moussaka is the funniest, most in character thing ever! especially the fact that he would ask Jamil to cook it, when he could just have the finished product, which I think is something Jamil would mention. Kalim just answers innocently with "Oh, sure, if you don't know how to cook it, you can just magic it up". How dare this guy even doubt Jamil's cooking abilities!? Sit down boy, prepare to taste a home-made moussaka like you've never even dreamed of, it will shoot your tastebuds to the end of the desert!

I agree, it’s kind of perfect lol

Kalim being absolutely insufferable after like 2 minutes of them talking for the first time 🔥 And accidentally insulting Jamil’s cooking abilities..! This genie will end up cooking for this boy for years and years, and it wouldn’t even count as wishes, and Jamil isn’t even sure why the fuck he keeps doing it….

That moussaka is probably worth dying for though :”) sounds lovely

Anonymous asked:

The genie Jamil ask reminds me of Fairly Odd Parents where the genie said that everyone’s first wish is always for a sandwich

Poor Jamil. His place really is in the kitchen…

Anonymous asked:

For some reason, I can also see Floyd suplexing Idia’s dakimakura (Girly pop needs to SUE.)

Also, I noticed the Idia was insisting that the anime girl is pure so is he one of those types of people (guys, really) who values purity? Would he be upset if he found out the character was NOT pure? I know this is a weird question but I have legit heard of dudes who stop liking a female character the moment they find out that she (GASP) isn’t pure so I was just wondering if you think Idia would fall under that particular category of weeb

Floyd would absolutely suplex this poor dakimakura, this boy is unstoppable. Someone needs to take the poor girl away from him asap LOL

Ohh, good question about Idia!

To be honest, I think Idia’s thing is that he values his favourite characters being in-character very much. He is an elitist when it comes to that, and it affects his enjoyment of a lot of media, both official and fan-made. If it makes sense for the character to be depicted as horny, Idia wouldn’t mind it at all, but if his favourite anime girl’s whole thing is that she is pure, he will protect her purity even if it costs him his life. He is extremely opinionated when it comes to this, and probably gets kind of heated when he is being compared to those guys who get upset their oshis aren’t 100% pure. He’s more likely to be upset by the fans’ reactions and he is unlikely to wrongly characterise anime, well, characters.

So yeah, he is still annoying lol but in a different way lol

In general, there are two wolves inside Idia: one is that guy that married Hatsune Miku, the other one is pointing at the first one and calling him a loser. 

[skaruresonic]

idw sonic's nonsensical insistence that everyone wants to be good deep down is just stupid.

Everytime he tries asserting this dumb ideology it's with either people who joyfully choose to be evil everytime they have the option (eggman and the deadly six) or people who are literally incapable wanting or contemplating anything other than being evil (metal sonic and surge)

And the funniest part of all this? The one time idw Sonic DOES NOT preach about how everyone could have been good is when Starline dies. Starline the same guy who's biggest crime was an objectively smaller and less cruel version of Eggman's Metal Virus which corrupted/tormented every life form on the planet. According to IDW Sonic, Starline absolutely deserved death but Eggman who's objectively and frequently far worse is secretly a good guy.

This book should have never tried tackling themes of philosophy and free will. It is atrocious at handling the subject

Yeah.

In hindsight, it was rich of people to have spent all this time waxing poetic about how Sonic sees the good in everyone and omg do you want him to butcher his enemies, only to suddenly pull the "why are you feeling bad for Starline? he was a villain" card when it came to his death. Motherfuckers can't even be consistent on who deserves Sonic's compassion. Apparently he's just ~so merciful~ towards his enemies but he also picks and chooses, and it's like? Which is it? Sonic tells Surge he'd have been willing to give even Starline and Eggman a second chance, only to prove his words a bunch of hot air when he eulogizes Starline with "big oof." Because if he really believed that Starline was capable of becoming a better person, surely he'd have lamented the fact that Starline could now no longer change? Even if we examine the situation purely from an in-universe Watsonian perspective, it doesn't make sense for Sonic to be all "lmao rip" because he didn't know Starline well enough to make the judgment call that he was an irredeemable piece of shit. He only met the guy a few times. For all he knew, Starline could have been brainwashed, too.

Eggman, on the other hand, could say "I want to be evil" eight thousand times, no one gives a shit - his puppydog glance in 23 is all the proof Sonic needs to badger him to become "good" again.

Starline? Suffered a nervous breakdown and promptly died in a gruesome way? He was an awful person who had what was coming to him.

Make it make sense, bruh. Pick one.

Of course, as you've said, when you unpack the "Starline had it coming to him" sentiment, you find it really boils down to thinking Starline was somehow a worse villain than Eggman. Which we know to be bunk since Starline stole 90% of his shit from Eggman and doesn't even have a real body count, much less one to match Eggman's. People simply think he was the worse villain because we see the effects of his brainwashing up close and personal in Surge.

Speaking of Surge. :) Don't you love how Sonic essentially dismissed her pain with a shrug and a sigh? Here we have someone who, despite their destructive motivations, is fueled by genuine pain. And yet, because of the aforementioned inability to distinguish nuance, Sonic takes it as another "Guess I gotta whoop your ass until you stop being stupid and shake my hand" case. Which does not help Surge, to put it extremely lightly.

More and more you get the feeling Sonic doesn't care nearly as much as he claims he does, because his actions keep contradicting his words. Everyone is Good Deep Down, except you, Clearly Traumatized Girl. But I guess I'll give you a chance not because I actually believe you deserve one but out of the goodness of my own heart. Aren't I awesome.

The kicker, of course, is that none of this kerfuffle would exist were it not for Flynn's need to answer game questions that don't need to be raised. "Why does Sonic always let Eggman go?" Sonic doesn't really let Eggman go, for one thing; Eggman's good at escaping, for another; and for a third, maybe the games don't tackle this subject because it leads to this particular navel-gazing brand of bullshittery.

Flynn didn't like being called out on this, however. It was when issue 50 and the subsequent discourse rolled around that he decided to derail the subject by deflecting blame onto the audience.

He attempts a deep message, he bungles it, he gets mad when people point out how badly he bungled it, he insists folks should read "more adult material" because Sonic's just for kids anyway and why did you expect intelligent handling of the subject matter from him. When it's like. My brother in Christ, you are the one who brought the moral quandary to our attention to begin with. It's a copout to infantilize people for expecting you to have something to say about it lest you waste our time.

[lastweeksshirttonight]

All right, gonna attempt to put the writing cap back on for this blog. And what better way to do so than to do a recap of everyone's favorite (episode) five car pileup of a game show?

It's Strike Force Wives time y'all

:thunderclap:

We are going to speak EXTENSIVELY about what a trainwreck Fallon is in this episode, but let's also take time to acknowledge that Stephen opens this episode by mispronouncing 'podcast' in two separate ways (podcant and codpast). While saying they're getting the podcasting thing down. This episode was cursed from jump street.

Giving Fallon credit where it's due, introducing John as "a frequent guest on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert" is objectively hilarious. Reminds me of the time Stephen introduced him on the Late Show as "you know him from The Love Guru", which is still the funniest introduction I have ever heard for anyone.

The introduction goes off the rails at 1:30. AND WE'RE OFF

Kimmel: "My first radio job in Seattle was called the Him and Me Show". [...] Fallon: "Which one were you?" Kimmel: "I don't know. To this day I don't know." I could listen to Kimmel talk about his radio show days for hours, honestly, just for wild bits of ephemera like this.

As we all know, the theme of this episode is Strike Force Wives. Now Fallon is clearly trying to do something akin to The Newlywed Game, where you ask a couple one question and you see if their answers match. Here is a scene from Parks and Rec showcasing the general idea (except as Tom's ludicrously named Know Ya Boo):

Fallon somehow manages to completely fuck up this very simple concept. I'll be honest, I STILL don't know how he screwed this up so badly. He just needed to ask both people the same questions and give them clearly defined subjects!

Moments right before disaster: "[Kate, John's wife] wanted more details than I had available to her, and I said 'Jimmy's gonna text you and it will all become clear.' ...He started texting her and early on, it was in no way clear."

Related, I love that Stephen and Kimmel's wives were totally up for it, Seth's did not want to do this, and John's wanted more details. Lines up pretty well with my sense of them (from the guys' descriptions and talk about them + Evie being a literal gem during the COVID shows).

Seth's kid shrieking in reaction to Seth going to try and quiet them was absolutely perfectly timed.

This will sound very silly, but I genuinely love hearing about how people met their partners. (Maybe because my story is a bit boring? Mr. Lee and I met on a dating app and managed to go the distance despite only having 3 dates before COVID shutdowns.) You can tell so much about a relationship from those kinds of stories. In that vein, Kimmel joking about how he met his wife Molly at work and spinning it, as a joke, into a sexual harrassment lawsuit waiting to happen before being a little more honest and vulnerable was very cute.

Seth and Alexi's meet cute at Chris Kattan's wedding sounds like a sitcom plot waiting to happen.

John and Kate met at "the opposite of a meet cute", the 2008 Republican National Convention. Regular followers of my blog/Buglers may remember this as the point in time where John lost his goddamn mind and did an episode of the Bugle fully naked and kept inexplicably bringing that up in-between bemoaning how catastrophically depressing his surroundings were. (Episode 44, if you're curious. Have you gone through The Bugle Archive? Maybe you should. Be sure to download and not stream!)

Kimmel: "[Your wife] could have been Sarah Palin." John, clearly holding back 15+ years of accumulated hatred and in the most purposefully even tone ever: "It could have been."

Stephen's story about meeting his wife involved him literally fleeing an old girlfriend by going to South Carolina, seeing a Phillip Glass performance that he wouldn't recommend, and seeing Evie across the room at that performance and immediately knowing she was the one he was going to marry. Which, as Seth and John point out, was probably really reassuring to that old girlfriend.

I'm pretty sure this is the first time we get loud clapping when Fallon mentions "Fever Pitch". I actually kinda like "Fever Pitch", but my grading scale for baseball movies is extremely biased and flawed. Let's be real, baseball fans, is "Major League" actually overall good? Because it's like half a funny movie and half a movie about a random baseball player stalking his ex-girlfriend.

Addendum: Queen Latifah should have been in "Fever Pitch".

Addendum to the addendum: This has been playing on a loop in my head for like a week so also Rob McElhenney should have been in Fever Pitch.

Update to Chris Kattan's wedding: Seth and Alexi were pretty convinced that Chris' marriage was not going to last very long, making their meeting even more sitcom-like. Seth thinks that Chris and his ex-wife themselves didn't really believe that wedding was going to take either.

Kimmel wants to see all the fights that come out of this game. He says this before the real chaos even begins in the episode.

Lessons about England - dimples were part of the class system in the 1970s. Totally true. Definitely a well-documented phenomenon.

As someone with chronic stomach illness, I deeply relate to Kate realizing John was the one when she was stuck on the toilet trying to determine if there was blood in her stool. That precipice where you are, as John so eloquently put it, "shitting yourself to death" in the same general area as your partner is when you find out if love is real, trust me.

With that, I also don't disagree with Seth that Kate bringing that up was probably because Fallon didn't explain this game correctly at all.

The first time I heard the little horn noise transitions in the podcast, I was so fucking happy and got really in my feelings about John and the Bugle. That apparently has not worn off at all in the gap between the last episode of the show and me re-listening to this one.

Kimmel is the one to finally break the game, as he asks the very difficult question "is it when she fell in love with me or when I fell in love with her?" Fallon's response is to acknowledge that's where it gets confusing, and then everything implodes with everyone. (John yelling "There's no 'I think', it's your fucking question!", incidentally, made me fall in love with John all over again. But was that the question? Maybe every question is, in a way, the question. The questions are truly the friends we made along the way.)

"Climb inside his head. It's a happier place."

Evie going to visit Stephen in Chicago and calling her sister about his monogrammed towels is the most Jane Austen thing anyone relates in this podcast series. She saw the magnificent grounds towels of Pemberly, Illinois!

Fallon's story about a driver dropping him off on the set of Fever Pitch (CLAPCLAPCLAP) and noticing his wife's smile and pop leads directly into John saying that Fallon described his wife like a horse. Why are you constantly thinking about horses John

Kimmel's "a horse with a Jansport" joke gets lost in the chaos, which is sad because it's the funniest part of Fallon's whole story of falling in love with his wife.

"My second question was 'what do you think bothers your wife the most about you?'" You can almost hear Kimmel's eyes bug out a bit before he follows up with "While we're pondering that..."

Kimmel has been thinking about Kate's story for a bit clearly, and is befuddled by the idea that a veteran combat medic would ask John to check her stool. I mean, he has a point.

Seth and Alexi seem like a parody of a chaotic couple sometimes. I cannot imagine caring about filling a humidifier. It seems to greatly occupy Seth's mind.

Molly and Alexi somehow ended up with different questions for the same round. Molly and Kimmel are on the same page about Kimmel's messiness at least?

Stephen pulling out his Colbert Report hat to tell Fallon "that's not what you said, but I'll accept it" made me cry laughing the first time I heard it.

Stephen: "I wanna say that she said that I'm selectively anal." Consummate frat bro Kimmel: 🤯

The moment where everyone starts going 'oh' after Stephen explains his fastidiousness is a nice, rare moment of everyone clowning on someone who isn't Fallon this episode.

Fallon thinks his wife is most irritated by his overthinking tendencies. Literally everyone else on this podcast is pretty sure that she's annoyed by his "inability to ask a coherent question". And a collection of badly worded questions asking basic concepts from all the guys.

Nancy then responded with what DOESN'T bother her, which...

I need to put a block break here because I've written too much about this podcast, lol. Happy Spooky Season!

ONWARDS!

I forgot this episode also had the adventures of Fallon eating the weirdest food possible in bed, like pizza and ramen. (Seth squeaks "soup?!" in a high-pitched quiet voice in the background.) Stephen, when asked if he eats food in bed, says he'll occasionally have a lozenge, which I am pretty sure does not qualify as food.

John: "What irritates me most about [Kate] - I hope she doesn't mind me saying this, she shits blood sometimes." Y'all I love two men and this is one of them

The Ryan Reynolds commercials are hit or miss, but the phrase "ivory underground bunker" is one I've gotten a lot of mileage out of to describe certain members of the US Congress.

Fallon forgot that there was a third option to his question about pet names. You could not script better escalation of absurdity.

The half-hit lightning strike is such a good noise. It sounds like a rustling sheet (something Seth notes pretty accurately).

Stephen's utterly convoluted explanation of how he thinks his imaginary version of his wife's pet name for him is Steve is, as Seth points out, a pretty solid way to answer a Jimmy Fallon question.

Seth and John both seem bewildered at the idea of calling someone "love duck", which, fair.

Esteban Colberto definitely is a deep cut. It's such a deep cut that it seems like Colbert completely fucking forgot about it.

Everything about Anastasio Somosa on this podcast kills me. Kimmel devoted almost 5 hours to making an AI message of Somosa telling Stephen he's proud of him as his son, which also kills me. If Kimmel and John ever joined their trolling forces, I think they could probably do some absolutely insane damage.

Molly's pet name answer: "Trump called him a low-rated loser, does that count?"

Alexi getting the pet name question so wrong that she just named her actual pet makes Stephen laugh harder than I have EVER heard him laugh. Ever.

Ranking everyone's family traditions from most to least weird: Meyers family's secret language > Kimmel's birthday cake for Jesus on Christmas (honestly a great idea) > Colbert men singing songs from the movie Zulu > Fallon banging pots and pans outside on NYE > Colbert family sharing the same story over and over again like they've never heard it > Kimmel making 20+ fishes > Alexi's father's karaoke nights > Oliver Uno championship (also a Lee family tradition, weirdly enough) > John and Kate having Italian food on Thanksgiving (this feels super LA, I know a lot of people who do this or get sushi)

Weird to hear Stephen briefly transform into my dad while discussing Zulu.

To round us off, a collection of quotes John has about Fallon's incredible inability to run this game: "Your staff all need their wages doubled." "Just because you inflect up at the end of a sentence doesn't make it a question." "They've had to insert an internal logic to what you're asking, and you're complaining that THEY'RE confused!" (upon the question being changed in the same round) "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" "When you ask her how's her day, what do you say? 'How do you think... days went? For your sister's sister?'" "You're being fed through Google Translate, that's how you sound." "Jimmy. How do you think this went?"

[iwillrememberyoumarathon]

Bangel fans, we want to hear from you! During the run-up to the IWRY Fic Marathon in November, we’ll be getting to know each other through our Meet the Fandom series. Answer the questions here to join in.

What is your name?

abby

Where do you hang out?

instagram: lostlcve, tumblr: @bangelism and discord mostly! but i'm also on youtube and tiktok as lostlcve. and ao3 as claddaghrings

Do you create any fan works?

i make edits and sometimes i write fics

Funniest Bangel/Buffyverse moment?

i love this question their comedy is so underrated. i think i have to say the scene in the beginning of helpless where she's telling him about going out with her dad, and you can just see the absolute panic in his eyes. plus the way he's trying to casually ask her out on a date is so precious as well. it's so good.

GIF by @liam-summers

What Buffyverse opinion would have you chased through the village with pitchforks?

honestly i feel like existing as a huge angel stan in the fandom some days is enough to get chased…don't know how unpopular this is, but i kinda like connor. mostly as a baby, but i do feel really awful for him and i understand why he acts the way he does sometimes. at the end of the day he's a teenage boy who has literally been to hell and back and i have to sympathise with him for that. i also just love the angel dad arc in s3 it's one of my favourites.

Share a headcanon you have about Bangel or the Buffyverse?

i have too many!! mostly about angel (i think about him too much). a kinda silly inconsequential one is that he loves plants. he gets given that plant by a client in 1x04 and then in 1x06 he gives cordy a cactus and the apartment/office is covered in plants. and the same happens to the hyperion. even the garden in the mansion in s3 of buffy is just beautiful, he must have been putting in the effort.

How would you have given Buffy and Angel their Happily Ever After?

the shanshu happens, they get together and spend some time navigating and working out their new life together. soon after she proposes to him, they get married and in my head i always see them having a little girl. buffy continues to be a slayer, but mostly through helping with and training all the new slayers in some sort of slayer school-esque thing, and angel is a stay at home dad <3

Last fic you read?

windows to the soul by taaroko (and just started the sequel)

Slay, Lay, Obey - Anya, Jenny, Gunn?

slay: jenny. i just don’t like her. that’s all.

lay: hmm probably gunn

obey: anya but i really think that would backfire on me very quickly and i would 100% regret it. but it could be fun for a while

Fill in the quiz so the fandom can meet you!

[jazzythursday]

For the SOC asks... any four questions you haven't answered yet that you wanna talk about! Have a good flight 💕

Aw ty friend! 🥹💖💕

5. Any character you didn't expect to like as much as you did? Similarly, is there any character that didn't end up liking as much as you thought you would?

I didn’t expect to like Matthias nearly as much. I think because I didn’t expect him to be as funny or thoughtful as he is. He’s not the type of character I would usually get attached to at all but after reading the books I got it. His death especially hit me so much harder than I expected. His character arc is so interesting it’s handled so well. And I never expected to get so invested in Helnik either but I was so wrong. Just—boy loves Nina so much. So in love. Soulmates. Doomed star crossed lovers. Gah 🥺🤧

31. What moments made you freak out (in a happy or sad way) the most?

-I still get chills just thinking about “let me tell you about my son” and Van Eck’s whole speech at the end of soc about Wylan.

-literally everything with the Khergud. The sheer terror I felt reading those scenes is unparalleled. Especially when Jesper gets attacked during the auction.

-Inej getting caught by Van Eck coming out of the vents 😬🫣

-actually experiencing Wylan’s backstory for the first time. Omg. I was so spoiled on it but I genuinely don’t think anything could have prepared me. Also everything at Saint Hilde’s with his mother and Jesper.

-“He was Wylan Van Eck. He told them everything” —self explanatory. Crying screaming throwing up as I turned the pages.

-And for a happy one—the Wesper kiss!!!! I waited almost the whole duology to finally get to it and it did not disappoint! Pure actual poetry. 1000/10 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

39. What are a few of your favorite Wylan moments?

Oh gosh, all Wylan moments are my favorite Wylan moments! My annotated copies are basically tabbed every time he’s even mentioned. That said, here are the first ones that come to mind:

-the very first time we see him and he’s just doodling and chewing on his nails. Immediately I’m so charmed by it.

-when he has to pretend to be a waiter and can’t figure out what to do with his hands or how to speak (relatable content lol). His “don’t!” when Jesper bets his guns, how uncomfortable and worried he is for Nina having to flirt with Cornelius Smeet. I just love the entire chapter so much.

-“you can’t afford to buy her breakfast” and “Then you're going to be a lot harder to surprise” when they’re running through the library. All the sass. Sassy boy. We love to see it.

-after Jesper and Kuwei kiss and he’s upset and says something along the lines of “he’s not even good at science!!! Half of his note books are filled with doodles—most of which are of you—and those aren’t very good either!!!” Absolutely the funniest thing I’ve ever read. Peak jealous/sassy/petty Wylan. No notes.

-when he’s the first one to pick a tulip and lay it on Matthias as they’re all saying goodbye.

63. Link your favorite fic(s)!

Of Bronze and Blaze

The meaning of good

Round and Round

always an angel, never a god

somewhere full of bright colours and beautiful sounds

Flint and Flute Notes (series)

Between Hope and Desperation

Thanks for the questions! 💖

[chocolate-teapots]

Kim Taehyung- While It Lasted

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                 In which you discover how much love truly costs. 

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: sensual Tae, swearing, romance, manipulation, toxic relationship, heartbreak. 

"I mean this is the happiest I've seen you in a long time."

Melanie searched my face for any evidence against this face but she couldn't find it.

It was the honest truth.

I was so happy that I had to concentrate on the restaurant around me just so I wouldn't liquify in my chair- whether it be the people peeping to see what we ordered, the woman complaining about linen charge or the staff flirting behind the bar.

I was so happy that I didn't want to talk too much in case I sounded insane. I had always been the pessimistic one between us both, laughing self-deprecatingly when Melanie stumbled in messily from a hookup but cried when she went to sleep it off.

"Well," I blush and chuckle modestly, grounding myself by gripping the slim stem of the wine glass "I am. He's just- who I am now."

I saw her sisterly cogs turning.

"And before you say don't become too dependent on him I'm not," I point watching her smirk knowingly into the rim of the glass "It's a perfect balance, we're seeing each other casually and being all over each other sometimes."

It doesn't make sense.

This kind of luck didn't exist anymore with people being too awkward to meet face to face or getting carried away behind screens and instantly begging for something more. This was rare and it would take a lot for me to even think about letting it go.

"Well," she raises her glass of wine elegantly by the stem, grinning with dumbfounded pride "fuck you and your perfect life."

I laugh but there were worse things to be sworn at for. I didn't believe in luck or the manifesting stuff I caught on late-night tv sometimes but I owe someone a pretty big favour for having a great job, a fantastic new relationship and a perfect new life in just a couple of months since moving.

"To the perfect man," I toast and the wine sloshes and glasses clink.

I didn't know if it was the sweetness of success or genuinely the taste but as I took a sip it was the best wine I had ever tasted. It was the best pasta I had tasted and we were regulars at this place.

"Are you sure you want to live with him? I know he's a fucking catch but I can cut my hair, tape down my tits and deepen my voice!"

This restaurant is where we'd come to rant when we didn't want to cry since it's unbelievably intimate and public. But this time I had good news. I was doing just fine with nothing to cry about.

"How is it gonna be actually living with the guy? A huge disappointment compared to your previous roommate I know but..." Melanie shrugs sarcastically, wincing at the thought of having to warm her own coffee and pastries in the mornings without me to do it for her.

But he was very eager, almost insistent actually that we move in together. He said it was the answer to all our problems of struggling to make time for each other with our schedules.

"Absolutely but," I shrug still playing around with the linguine on my fork "I really don't know. I've never seen his place."

"What?" she shakes her head for clarity but mostly the drama "You never slept at his? What if he has star wars sheets? Ew, what if he cuts his nails in the kitchen? Kieran used to do that before I threw his ass and his toenails out."

I laughed again but the funniest thing was that I didn't even care. At this point, Tae could attack me in his sleep and it wouldn't stop the bubbling anticipation I have to see him first thing in the morning.

He always made it clear from the beginning that his life was incomprehensibly complicated, not in a worrying my boyfriend is a serial killer way but in a please don't pry and ask too many questions I'll tell you when I'm ready kind of way.

But she's right. It's weird.

"I don't know he always made excuses that his roommate, Jimmie or something, was weird, he hadn't cleaned, he was having the floors done. I know that's the part where you start tailing him after work or going through his Instagram but I chose to respect his privacy. Maybe he was embarrassed about where he lived."

Tae was a host at a prestigious hotel restaurant and the nights were long and hard for him and for me who often waited up for him with a glass of wine until the inevitable 'working late. don't wait up' message.

Then I got out the tequila.

"Well, I hope for your sake Tae isn't a snorer. Has he put down the deposit yet?"

"No, I did."

She drops her fork, eyebrows dropping to her nostrils.

"I thought he said last week that he found the place?"

I shrugged, never liking conversations about money even if it was with my best friend.

"He did but he's still waiting around for someone to take over his tenancy since his contract runs out in April."

Melanie doesn't say anything else.  

By the time the bottle and the conversation had reached its end, we were wincing in heels through the door of our blue apartment for the last time. I was going to miss living with Melanie, we had lived together since we met in the second year of uni and ended up working at the same magazine.

At least we had one thing to keep us together, not that anything could ever keep us apart.

"I'm gonna miss this."

"Me too."

As we sloppily waved each other and walked into our separate doors my phone began to ring in my hand and I dodged a few boxes to the edge of the bed before answering. I waited for a second, a heavy glee pressing down my chest that I was scared would just crush me if I answered too soon.

Get a grip.

I slipped off my heels and picked up.

"You were out late."

His smooth deep voice poured through the speakers and into my spine which was dotted and frozen cold. I half unzipped my dress and flopped onto the bed on my stomach, legs kicking in a stupid girlie rush.

Damn him.

His tone was always firm but playful like he was telling me off and praising me at the same time. It was addictive.

"Yeah, we got a bit carried away with the old stories and the wine," I laughed at how my stomach still hurt from the uncontrollable laughter from a pair of twenty-somethings in a decently respectable restaurant "Are you on break?"

"No just snuck out when Craig wasn't looking, I wanted to catch you before you went to sleep and make sure Mel hadn't changed your mind. She can be very persuasive."

I couldn't help my smile as I rubbed my sore feet, the world suddenly just seems a little bit better. His genuine thoughtfulness was unparalleled and his words were effortless even if they were simple and meant little to nothing. Even when he met Mel for the first time, he was perfect, like an extension of myself.

"I can't believe in less than twenty-four hours I get to have you all to myself, all day, every day," he hummed happily, thinking out loud rather than just stating facts. It made me all the more excited, even the idea of yelling at him for his mess if he was messy or marvelling at his neatness if he wasn't.

I couldn't wait.

"Do you cut your toenails in the kitchen?"

But it was hard to articulate.

Taehyung erupted into unexpected laughter, more like a big splutter. I often carried out conversations in my head in public forgetting that the other person couldn't hear the first half of it.

"That's disgusting. Which one of Melanie's ex-boyfriends did that?" he replies knowingly, still laughing but also keeping quiet to hide from his pushy boss.

"It's just- I don't know..." I struggle "Don't you think it's odd how I've never seen your place? I've never met your roommate, only met one of your friends."

The more I talked about it the more I was talking myself out of this.

"Okay," he takes a deep breath as if he knew this was coming and had prepared something to say "Firstly, Jimin is the one respectable one out of my friends, I think you'd run if you met any of the rest. And second, my roommate was messy and the place was gross. I knew deep down that it wasn't my home because you weren't there, it was temporary."

I bite my lip, impulsively pressing mute so I could squeal into the sheets. I kick the headboard behind me over and over until my toes hurt. My heart was going to explode. God, I'm such a child.

I unmute.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

"Don't apologise. I know exactly what you were thinking. Fuck I don't know him, maybe he has pokemon sheets or he has a huge porn box under his bed."

"Do you have a huge porn box under your bed?" I ask playfully with intrigue. Very specific.

"I'm sorry to say I don't. I don't need it when I have a woman who does unspeakable things to me on the bathroom counter..."

The heat from my ears burns the screen of my phone. He hums deeply down the line, hating how he's knowingly ruined my sleep for tonight and he gets to walk away and head back to work as if nothing happened.

"I saw your Instagram story, I know you're wearing that slutty black dress that I love so mu- uh yeah we're still waiting for the 3-piece Piatti plates for the Jones' reception!"

I threw up the air I had been suppressing, bringing myself back into existence as a couple of voices mumbled a different type of adult talk on his side.  

Damn you, Kim Taehyung.

"Sorry," he breathes relieved, I always loved how he did his job with passion  "I have to go, close call."

"That's okay. You know you're getting pretty good at that."

"I have to be, imagine if they found out I was talking to the press," he teased "enjoy your last night of freedom."

"I will, enjoy your dickhead customers," I replied, humming in enjoyment as the cold sheets cool my blushing body.

I thought he'd hung up.

It was quiet for a while.

But I still held the phone.

"Y/N?"

I bite my smile back, disappearing shyly into my shoulders.

"Yes?"

I can hear his smile. He's not doing his wide shy smile but his loving pink pursed lips side grin.

"I can't wait to wake up to you every day sweetheart."

"Me neither Tae."

Me neither.

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Kim Taehyung was a complicated man with a complicated personality, a complicatedly stressful job and a complicated way of organising his shoes. However, waking up with Kim Taehyung was anything but complicated.

I was usually awake before him and allowed myself the treat of studying his sleeping form as a morning dose of dopamine. Between Mel and myself, I've seen a number of good-looking handsome men in the past but their features were carefully sculpted and intentional as if they sat down and planned every fibre of their existence with a tiny brush. Taehyung was just naturally that way. His entire charm is his natural beauty, his unintentional charisma, his naïvity to his loveliness but his simultaneous arrogance.

He smells like lavender and fresh fabric softener, not nauseating tan, gel or cologne. The lines in his back are soft, brush-stroke-like and not forcefully chiselled to inspire fear. The only fear I had when I was with him like this was losing him.

"You'll be late."

I'm about to reach his thick eyelashes until he mumbles, making me jump and clutch the sheets to my chest. He's so close his nose almost bumps against mine.

"I'll send my boss a photo of you, she'll understand," I tuck my hands under the side of my head, quite comfortable with the idea of getting the sack just to stare at this man full time. The feminist within me was leaking out of my mouth, disguised as drool.

He groans with a cute pout, stretching out his arms on the other side of the gorgeous well-built bed until they landed beside my head and I was completely engulfed in his shadow. I gulp, nervous laughter disguising itself as I feel his body lower onto mine and his lips kiss the skin of my jaw.

"I thought you said last night you needed a rest?"

I look at him, his dark brown hair curling on his forehead in the morning and completely fucked out in the back. My hands reach out to touch it, curling a strand with my finger and running through it with my other hand. It was still so soft after all the rolling around last night.

"I'm rested."

He breathes against my skin. He loved it when I played with his hair because it soothed him or turned him on I wasn't sure. His kisses got less playful and intentional as he placed my arms against the mattress and muttered:

"Call your boss. Tell her you're a bit tied up and you'll be late."

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The office still looked the same.

Life was still pretty simple and I still did the same things every day. I didn't know why having a different place to go home to was going to change that. I still went to the same yummy sandwich truck every day, I still worked with Mel the only difference being I wasn't there to see her pop a huge spot on her butt cheek so she looked forward to telling me about it more the next day.

Yep.

Taehyung had an early shift this morning so he was gone before I woke up. While the sheets were a little colder in the mornings, I wasn't upset and only looked forward to seeing him more and enjoyed the rest. I'd wake up just to feel him kiss me goodbye, then drift back to sleep. We were building a routine.

It was going really great.

I had just walked in and the air was extra crisp, my coffee was extra warm and my hair didn't budge in the January wind. I greeted Ieuan at the front desk with an extra unstoppable smile.

"Hey Ieuan, anything for me this fine Friday morning?" I hand him one of the coffees from my tray, even though it was technically an intern job but I personally loved the way his eyes melted as if he hadn't eaten in a week.

"I love that you're not miserable anymore but it's freaking me out. I'm starting to think that I'm the problem in my life," he deadpans, snatching his coffee and nursing it in both hands.

"We both know your only problem is self-inflicted. He's not gonna call, move on."

"It's only been a year Y/N, we still have time," Ieuan rolls his ice blue eyes all the way back to his stupid brain that's fixated on a co-worker, as insanely hot as he may be, that he had a drink with one time and never called him back a year ago.

"I don't have time, shoot."

"Okay, I've got Austin Butler has agreed to an interview but he won't talk about surgery, Kelly said she won't cover Schiaparelli cause she's vegan, asshole love of my life wants to talk to you about the art page he said the red is too merry and not slutty enough and oh, do you know a Ben Rodgers?"

"Ben Rodgers? No doesn't ring a bell."

"He called like 5 seconds ago asking for you but didn't leave a contact number. He seemed like he was in a hurry. Sexy voice."

"Again? Weird, can't you trace it?" I shrugged, frowning as I rummaged through my bag for my work phone which conveniently began to ring. I heard that ringtone in my nightmares but it was unfamiliar. "Maybe it's some of your Grindr stalkers calling to see where you are."

"Still No Caller ID and my men take their time with me thank you very much."

I laugh at him.

"Forget about it, couldn't have been that important. If it's about a misprint, not much we can do when it's printed and under someone's coffee mug on the nightstand."

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There was a disappointment.

"Tae, have you seen my slutty black dress that you love so much?" I call to him from upstairs, confused not to see it when hanging up the laundry.

"Yeah, it's down my trousers! You might want to wash it," he calls back, his filthy mind making me laugh but still not distracting me from the missing garment.

I ponder with a 'hmm' as I follow the amazing smell of pasta down the stairs, pulling a navy jumper over my head as I run.

"Nothing?" Taehyung presses further, looking over his broad shoulders and away from the sizzling pan of wonderfulness to my missing dress matter.

"Nah I'm sure it'll turn up," I pick up the glass of wine and sit down at the table, relishing the feeling of not having to cook tonight and just relaxing until I'm fed. "What's that orgasmic smell coming from the stove?"

"It's my new shampoo rosemary and eucalyptus," he flicks his hair like a Pantene girl until he notices my angry impatient silence, something he knew never to mess with.

"Oh, you mean the food? Well, it's Italian sausage ragu thick tagliatelle with a fresh basil blanket and a sprinkling of Parmigiano Reggiano."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Wait until I tell you about dessert," he plays along, bringing my above-average-sized portion over to me with the prettiest presentation I had ever seen. He takes the wine bottle and tops up the glass in my hand before even thinking about his own serving.

I might love this man.

"Awe honey you baked?"

He looks at me mischievously before he sits, lost deep within the filthy part of his brain before uttering:

"Something like that."

I don't say anything and shove a stupid amount of pasta into my mouth to suppress a giggle. I groan at the taste, marvelling at the multiple talents of the god of a man that happened to host my birthday party once at the beautiful hotel.

Mel tolerated Taehyung, why she didn't embrace him as her own as she did with me I'll never know. She was civil, she asked questions, and she came over for movie nights and drinks but there was always something she wasn't saying. I thought it was because I did the same whenever she had a boyfriend. To me, no one would ever be good enough for her and if they were I was willing to turn a blind eye in fear of losing her.

How could she not like him?

"This is stunning! Since when do we buy these sausages?"

He looks up from his meal, lips painted red from the stain of the sauce and the dim lighting of the candle. His eyebrows twitch.

"Oh, I bought them today. Hope you don't mind, they still haven't sent my new card yet so I used your spare to get some bits."

He waits.

"Of course! No complaints, keep them coming."

He seemed relieved.

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"Who is it this today?"

"Colin Greene!"

"No fucking idea!"

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[sewer-sermon]

RANDOM QUESTION OUT OF THA BLUE BUT!!! I've been thinking about what various madcom characters' fursonas would be bc i do that with all my hyperfixations and im v curious what animals youd assign them,, (especially crackpo n phoobert bc ur takes on both of them are delightful !!

OHH!!! I REMEMBER U SENDING ME A REQ ABT THIS AND I NEVER GOT TO IT BUT I REALLY REALLY WANTED TO SO IM ABSOLUTELY AT LEAST GONNA GIVE YOU AN ESSAY ABOUT IT

see the thing about this question i LOVE is that you can answer it two ways: "what the characters would say their fursona is" and "what God and everyone else knows their fursona is". "jerma you'd be a rat" vs "lion wolf hybrid king of the junjle". you get me?

we'll start with what they'd make up as fursonas- i think phobos would try to be as realistic as possible n choose a deathstalker scorpion, nd make VERY clear to specify that he has remarkably small claws (so you know how potent his venom is!!!) [scorpion venom is relative to the claw size- smaller claws = more potent venom, as they have less need to hold down their prey!]. tbf he'd probably literally just base it off one of his owned scorpions- no fancy bits n baubles attached, although he would also design UV markings [scorpions, along with many other animals glow under UV light!] for himself so the design isn't necessarily bland or lacking.

crackpot would be the complete opposite, however- he'd be too indecisive with which bird species he likes best that he'd just give up n make an every-hybrid of some manner (tho it WOULD look most similar to a vulture, i think!). he'd literally make a sparklebird. rainbow feathers, scene getup, FUCK YOU let him have fun for once in his miserable life!!! realistically unlike phobos, who cannot ever take the stick out of his ass for 2 seconds to indulge in a little whimsy, i think crackpot probably had a fursona at some point (he just kinda stopped having time to think about it after The Occurrences. you get it!)

now. as for what god and everyone else would assign them....... actually a little tougher. bc a scorpion still feels right for phobos, symbolically- the ole fable about the scorpion and the frog, y'know? DAMMIT, PHOBOS. YOU WIN THIS TIME! but maybe he'd be a species with weaker venom. Just cause. (i could be really extra mean and say pseudoscorpion but cmon man.)

crackpot on the other hand.... ive gone into such meticulous detail about the kinds of bird he could be, but the funniest part is i don't think God would let him be a bird at all. birds are something he takes great comfort in, something he wants to be-- but he's a pretender, he's always worn a mask his whole life, always wished he could be somebody else. he'd be something that exhibits batesian mimicry [batesian mimicry is when one harmless species mimics another, more threatening species]-- i think he'd be a hoverfly, a type of fly that mimics bees! alternatively he could be a salamander but i don't have cool symbolism reasons for that i just think it's right.

TLDR;

if we're talking "jerma you'd be a rat" phobos could be a scorpion or pseudoscorpion and crackpot would either be a hoverfly or salamander, if we're talking "lion wolf hybrid king of the junjle" phobos would be an ostensibly cooler scorpion & crackpot would be some kinda sparklebird.

TY FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO WRITE AN ESSAY!!!! i love prompts like this so so much plsplspls don't hesitate to send me three hundred asks of this nature I LOVE FEELING LIKE A GREEK PHILOSOPHER

[mcrmadness]

001 About Richy and Igor

002 About Igor specifically (wanna hear your thoughts about him in depth :D)

003 about Monty Python characters? if it's even possible?

(I would gladly hear you on 001 about FuB, but as I'm being absolutely too much, I can understand that you don't do it. It's extra content :D)

((Also, you are free to answer to this ask for only one ask and do the others on separate posts for more clarity !))

I reblogged this ask game before reading any of the questions, and after receiving your ask, I read them and now I have to say that my questions are probably gonna be very, VERY underwhelming ::D So don't get too excited, cos I don't think I'm able to give you the type of answers you might be interested in reading :D But I'll try anyway, but know that you're been warned: boredom alert!!!

001 | Richy & Igor

when I started shipping it if I did: Must have been in 2009 when I found out about die ärzte for the first time. I watched every video I could find, including Richy Guitar. At first I didn't really care about the film, and I wasn't exactly shipping R/I but more of obsessing with the clips because of my new Bela/Farin obsession. I got way more into the ship only during the past 2 or 3 years, when I also started writing fanfiction about them, and then it evolved into drawing doodles and comics too.

my thoughts: Uh, what can I say? Head empty, no thoughts. My brain keeps hyperfixating on this ship for no good reason.

What makes me happy about them: Nothing.

What makes me sad about them: Nothing.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Anything that doesn't align with my own headcanons or is too far away from the actual canon.

things I look for in fanfic: Nothing. Because it doesn't exist, so I have already given up.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: No one else.

My happily ever after for them: Idk.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Idk.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Canon? Music. My headcanons? Fast food.

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002 | Igor

How I feel about this character: Idk.

All the people I ship romantically with this character & My non-romantic OTP for this character: I honestly don't know if it's romantic or queerplatonic or just platonic, but I only ship him with Richard.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I have none. I don't think there are even popular opinions about this character out there.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish to know where does he live. I keep thinking about that caravan inside the abandoned factory, and I keep headcanoning it as Igor's residence but I wish I knew whose place that actually was (the other option is Hans, but yeah, it's never revealed in the film).

my OTP: Richy/Igor lol

my cross over ship: None.

a headcanon fact: He's head over heels for Richard whether that be platonic or not.

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003 | send me 5 characters and I will rank them in order of preference

You asked about Monty Python characters. I guess it is possible, but just very very difficult because there are not that many reoccuring characters, and the Flying Circus show ran for 4 seasons and there are several films, so the character count could be in hundreds tbh. Often the skits are also more about the joke and topic and less about characters, even when they're often given names. But as I'm writing this, I can feel a potential list cooking inside my head so, here we go!

The Gumbys. My favourite quote comes from these skits: "My brain hurts!" I can't find that as a gif now, but they are these extremely, extremely stupid characters who shout every line of theirs cos they are so dumb. Here's the Brain Specialist skit where that quote is from too :D

2. The Hell's Grannies. This is just the funniest shit ever and I absolutely love the graffiti they paint as a graffiti and which goes: "Make tea, not love." Here's a link to a video on youtube.

3. Anne Elk (Miss). I just keep rewatching this skit over and over again cos it's so stupid, and the characters just interact with each other in such a funny way, and Graham's character's reactions to Anne Elk are so funny :D

4. Pontius Pilate in Life of Brian. Ok this movie is full of extremely funny characters, and I would like to mention a handful of others, such as the deaf and stupid character and his companion who's stuttering the whole time; and also that man in the pit who hadn't talked at all until Brian accidentally jumped on his foot. But I still have to give this place for Michael Palin's Pontius Pilate just for that Biggus Dickus scene cos it's probably the funniest movie scene I have ever seen. Palin often had the funniest characters, and it's even funnier when you know that the extras and other actors didn't know about his lines so if I'm correct, all of those laughters were genuine reactions to Palin's acting, and he also was so close to losing it at one point :D

5. And you know what? I just HAVE TO link here the French Taunting scene from Monty Python & the Holy Grail, just for you XD "Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!" kills me every time.

+ And you get an extra just because you're French, this skit and their accents in this sometimes live rent free in my head :D

THANK YOU so much for the ask btw! I decided to skip the 001 about FUB cos my answers would have not been much different from the RG one, apart from real people not having a canon, and me not really having any headcanons for them for that same reason. So, it would have not really added anything, or would have been even less than what I now got for the answers for R/I.

Funnily enough, I got way more out of Monty Python. It just shows how I don't get attached to characters really, but live for and from humour, and anything that's funny af to me, I like and makes me happy.