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[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 40 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

It just goes from one thing to the next!

TW- talks of R*pe, SA, Violence, talks of assault, (please let me know if I missed any).

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls, @lovememadly92 @lucyfromtheoldhouse @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy, @saintmalosunsets, @anaso12 anyone else please let me know.

I made my way back into the building, the men raised their heads watching me walk back in. I could see the concern and melancholy on their faces. If there was one thing the men could agree on, it was how much we loved the medic. We would do anything to protect her and keep her safe from harm. 

But were we failing? Again she had gotten hurt, and no one was there to help when she needed us most. 

“How is she?” Babe asked, standing from his seat. The other men looked at me waiting for an answer. 

“She’s not good, boys. I don’t know if she’s going to be ok.” I felt myself getting choked up again at the thought of her broken stance. I rubbed my hand over my face. The men hung their heads. Bull stepped forward hugging me. I didn't push him away, I needed it. I stepped back from Bull, his eyes were red. 

“What am I going to do?” I said out loud, the men looked at me, at each other, unsure of the answer to that question. 

“We just have to take it day by day.” Frank said softly. I nodded. 

“I’m taking her to Doc.” God they looked just about as broken as she did. I left them in the room. Walking back out to find Emily staring at the night sky. 

“You ready?” I asked, coming to stand beside her. 

“That’s where I went.” She muttered, head still tilted back. “I floated up from my body. I drifted up into the sky, I could see everything from that high up. I left my body behind. I saved myself.” 

“You didn’t fight?” I asked, unsure how she would react to my question. She shook her head. 

“I did what I had to do.” My heart broke at that moment. Knowing she didn’t fight, she just let it happen. It hurt so much more. She took it. She endured it. So she could live. 

“Does that make me a coward?” She asked, her voice shaking slightly. “I know some people scream and fight. But I don’t know. I just didn’t. I had made the decision before I knew what I was doing. I complied.” Em’s eyes were still focussed on the sky above her, she didn’t want to look at me.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, Em. But you’re so brave. You are not a coward. You survived. Like you said you did what you had to do, so that you could come back to us.” I said gently. She finally looked at me. Her lip quivered as I spoke. Tears fell from her eyes, leaving wet streaks behind on her skin. 

“I wanted to come back to you.” She whispered. Tears brimmed in my eyes. I felt them fall. She walked forward and pressed herself into my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. I hugged her back. 

We walked in silence, our hands joined together as we made our way to the makeshift aid station. I had been set up in the gym of the establishment where we were currently deployed. I pushed open the door letting Em slide past me, our hands finally disconnected as we walked into the room. 

My chest tightened at the view in front of us, Grant lay still on a stretcher, a pint of blood hanging from his bed. The line from the transfusion hung down from the side of the cot connecting to the cannula that was inserted into Grant’s wrist. 

The oxygen mask covered his face, but his slow breathing left fog on the plastic. It would come and go each time he inhaled then exhaled again. 

Other than Grant’s steady breathing, the room was silent. Speirs sat at his bedside gnawing at his thumb absentmindedly as he watched over his soldier. Gene was in the corner of the room packing away instruments and other medical supplies. 

Neither of the men had heard us enter. Em stood in front of me bouncing from one foot to the other, unsure whether or not to make our presence known. 

I cleared my throat alerting the men of our arrival. Speirs and Gene lifted their heads from their respective tasks. Neither of the men smiled or greeted us, only pained looks shone in their eyes. 

Emily was stuck in her position, not moving. I could see from the angle she stood her eyes were trained on Grant and Speirs, but she was frozen. I walked up behind her, my hand finding the small of her back as I gave her a gentle nudge to free her from her daze. 

Her eyes found mine, seemingly asking me if it was ok to go and see Grant. I gave a slight nod, signalling that it was fine. I held back, giving her the space she needed.  

Emily POV:

My feet moved forward slowly, as I shuffled toward where Grant lay still. Speirs dropped the man’s hand leaving from his position at the bedside. Ron passed me, his fingers grazing mine as he walked to where Don stood behind me. 

I glanced over my shoulder to see Ron take Don by the shoulder and lead him out of the room. I waited till the door clicked shut before I turned back around to stare at Grant. 

Letting out a shaky breath I took the position where Ron had just been. Grant’s head was wrapped in bandages, he wasn’t wearing the same clothes I had last seen him in, someone must have changed him before or after he went into surgery. The smell of antiseptic permeated the air, as the sound of his soft breathing filled the silence. 

“Doctor said he was going to live.” My head shot up, I had completely forgotten that Gene was still in the room with me. 

I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes and sniffed, nodding my head. “That’s great.” 

“How about we get you treated?” Gene asked, coming closer to the hospital bed that Grant occupied.   

“Ok.” I said, before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to Grant’s cheek.

Roe led me behind a partition, there was a bed and a small cabinet filled with supplies. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped together in my lap as Gene rustled around gathering what he needed before turning back to me. 

“Speirs told me you have a bullet wound. We should take care of that first.” Gene placed a metal kidney dish filled with gauze, forceps, and a dressing, down on the bed beside me.  

I slowly undid my jacket, wincing as I pulled it from my shoulders. My fingers undid my buttons, before removing my shirt, I too slid it off until I sat in my white singlet that was not so white anymore. 

Gene’s fingers were surprisingly gentle as he pulled down the strap of my singlet and bra. His face twisted as he inspected the wound that still slowly oozed blood. 

“Looks like the bullet is still in there.” Roe’s Cajun accent washed over me. “I’ll remove it and stitch you up.” 

Doc got right to work. I gritted my teeth together as he plunged the forceps into the bullet hole. I gripped the bed as he worked, wincing the more he wiggled around trying to find the bullet. 

“You’re doing good Em.” He mumbled as he continued in his search. 

The tiniest clink sound could be heard as the instrument met metal. I took a deep breath as Gene grasped the bullet and removed it from the wound. I sighed in relief, thankful that the worst of it was over. We sat in comfortable silence as Gene stitched me up and dressed the wound. 

“Tilt your head up for me.” Roe asked after he had finished with my shoulder. 

I did as he asked, tipping my head back to expose my throat. Gene’s hands landed on my neck, his fingers adding slight pressure as he assessed the area. I gasped pulling out of his hold when he landed on the more tender part of my skin. 

“Sorry Em.” His face held a guilty expression. 

“It’s ok, it’s just sore there.” I again tilted my head back letting him finish the job. 

“You’ve got some nasty bruising lining your oesophagus.” Gene said as his fingers trailed down the cartilage under my skin. 

“It’s definitely in the early stages of bruising, so I suspect it will get worse and there will be some swelling. But you’re able to talk and move your head and neck normally, so he hasn’t done permanent damage.” I nodded my head as Gene gave me the verdict. 

“Now your cheek, we can just disinfect. Doesn’t look like it needs any stitches and he hasn’t gotten your eye, so that’s good.” He paused, as if there was something else he was hesitating to say. I watched him take a deep breath before he carried on with his thoughts. 

“I know you didn’t explicitly tell Captain Speirs about the assault.” My stomach dropped. 

“But from what I’ve heard, the replacement-” He swallowed, “He um, he.” 

“Raped me.” I finished the sentence, not wanting to see him struggle any longer trying to form the words about my assault. 

“Yes.” Tension lined Gene’s shoulders. “I think we need to do an exam. To ensure that he hasn’t done any damage that could potentially be harmful to you.” 

My hearing went, all that filled my ears was a high pitched tone. It droned on as Gene spoke. 

“Are you ok with that?” I barely heard him, but I could read his lips. I nodded slowly as if on autopilot.  

Gene left the partition. He was giving me privacy. I slipped down from the bed, undoing the button from my pants. I pulled everything down before hopping back up and lying down to stare at the ceiling.  

Soon he arrived back at the head of the bed hovering over me. He explained the procedure before he walked down to where the bottom half of my body lay. I bent my knees and focussed on the ceiling above me. 

Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks as Gene assessed me. My teeth dug into the bottom of my lip keeping the sobs rising in my throat at bay. The examination wasn’t comfortable as Roe poked and prodded, he needed to be sure that the man hadn’t done any detrimental damage to me. 

Still, it didn’t ease the panic in my chest. 

“Almost done, Em.” His voice was barely audible over the blood that rushed into my head. 

My fingers dug into the linoleum mattress to stop them from violently shaking. I counted to ten over and over in my head, waiting for the gruelling minutes to tick by. 

“Em.” I heard Gene’s voice closer to me now. 

I opened my eyes to find a sorrowful Roe looking down at me. He helped me sit up before leaving the room as I got my clothes back in place again. 

“I’m done.” My shaky voice called out. 

Gene returned teary eyed, he took a deep breath. “I couldn’t see any permanent injury, but there was some slight tearing. It should take a few days to heal up and will most likely be uncomfortable. I can also get you a morning after pill, if you would like.” 

I swallowed, “I think that would be good.” My voice lurched as I spoke, my tears making it harder to form a coherent sentence. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Em.” Gene’s voice matched mine, filled with emotion. It broke me. 

Sobs wracked my body as Gene stood between my legs holding me to his chest. 

“Can you get Don for me?” I asked Gene, we had been huddled here for 10 minutes but my cries never ceased. 

“Of course I can.” Gene hurried from the room.

I heard the click of the doors opening and rushed footsteps against the wooden floor. Don appeared from behind the partition, all I could do was reach out for him as I wept.  

He crushed me into his chest as I howled, I gripped onto him so tightly I thought I was going to draw blood. 

Don pulled back to sweep the tears from my cheeks as I hiccupped in his arms. 

“Let it all out my love. You were wronged, you were hurt, your feelings are valid. You have every right to feel. So feel. I am here to support you through this, we will do whatever it takes. You have me, I am not going anywhere.” Don’s words made me cry harder as I buried my face into his neck. 

“Let’s get you out of these clothes and somewhere warm.” Don’s hands slipped under my thighs as he picked me up. I kept my arms tightly wrapped around his neck. My anchor, my rock. 

Don brought us back to my room, placing my gently on the bed and picking out some clothes for me to wear to bed. He helped me peel the dirty clothes from my body, but still I didn’t feel clean. 

“Can we shower?” I asked, wanting to wash the feeling of the man’s hands from my body.   

I stripped back down to my underwear, not wanting to be fully vulnerable just yet. Don kept on his singlet and shorts as we sat in the bottom of the shower letting the hot water wash away the events of the night. I let Don scrub me clean with soap as I cried, my tears mixing with the hot water that sprayed down on us. 

The hot water washed away all that had happened. Not just from tonight, not from Noville, not from Bastogne, not even from when I fell through the shimmer. I wanted to wash myself of everything, the pain of losing my mother, my family, my friends. 

So many times I had broken, to be picked up again and pieced back together. But how many times can you break something and put it back whole. 

After a while the pieces get too small, crushed underfoot, or lost. 

How much of myself was left to be pieced together again? When would be the last time I fall apart never to be fixed. How much can the mind and body take? I didn’t want to have to endure life, what good is life if it is just tolerated? 

I wanted to thrive, live. 

Could I thrive in this state? 

I screamed and cried, noises I don’t think have ever left my body before. Proper sobs, where I let it all go. I didn’t care if people heard me, I wailed and sobbed until my throat was raw, until I was physically exhausted. Don carried me from the bathroom, drying and then redressing the broken girl that shivered before him. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Don asked as he tucked the covers under my chin. 

“Yes.” I meekly replied from under the blankets. 

Malarkey snuggled in behind me, his arms wrapping around my middle and pulling me close. I listened to his breathing change as he slowly fell asleep, unfortunately slumber didn’t greet me that night. The room was pitch black as I stared into the nothingness.  

My head was empty, no thoughts invaded my mind. I liked it. The silence, the quiet. I have always had a busy brain, being a people pleaser and an over thinker there never was a dull moment in my head. I always had the most vivid dreams as well, it was always going, never stopped or rested. But now all the noise fell away. Like a busy street had been deserted. I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. Everything had been numbed, muted. I was drained. 

I didn’t want to face the men again. I knew they loved me, but people look at you differently when something like this happens. Like you’re a fragile china doll.

I didn’t want them to see me any differently than before, I didn’t need them to be careful with me. I didn’t want their pitiful looks, their sorrowful faces. I didn’t need to be whispered about when walking into a room. 

I wished the replacement hadn’t told them. It’s personal, it’s about my body and he told all the people I cared about exactly how he defiled me. Now I’m not the same, not to myself, or them. I’m tainted, dirty. I’m a victim. It’s hard to scrub that from anyone’s mind. 

Sighing I rolled over, burying my face into Don’s chest as he slept soundly. I let his smell fill my senses, I was safe here, in his arms. 

I must’ve fallen asleep at some point as Don jostled me awake as he tried to sneak out of the bed. 

My eyes fluttered open to find a frozen Don staring down at me. 

“Sorry Em, I need to go to training. I didn’t want to wake you.” He sat at the edge of the bed, pushing rogue curls out of my eyes. 

“It’s ok, I need to see Doc anyway.” I sat up from under the covers, the thought of falling back to sleep alone didn’t appeal to me. 

We got ready together, Don walked me back to where Doc was set up. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Don asked as he placed a gentle kiss on my uninjured cheek. 

“Of course.” My fingers still intertwined with his until the last moment he walked away. 

I walked back through the door where I had been last night. Grant wasn’t in the room anymore, but I could hear Gene rummaging around in the back. 

Rounding the partition I found Gene stockpiling goods. 

“Where did Grant go?” I asked, Gene looked up from his task and smiled gently at me before he answered. 

“Speirs organised that Grant was to be shipped back as soon as possible. They took him early this morning.” 

My eyes were trained on the spot he was in last night, the bed now empty. 

“That’s good then.” I nodded, finally looking back to the medic who stood in front of me. 

Gene glanced at me, he looked at me like he wondered what I was doing here. I realised I hadn’t told him the reason for my visit. 

“I came for the uh- morning after pill. You said you were going to get it for me.” I clarified when his brows furrowed. 

“Ah, yes.” I watched the thought click in his brain. He turned back around going through the box I just watched him pack the last of his supplies into. 

Gene pulled out a blister pack holding one pill. “I’ll get you some water.” He said as he passed me the tray. 

Roe scurried away as I filled the unmarked packing over in my hands as I wondered where he had gotten it from on such short notice. Not as if the men ever needed them. 

He appeared again, a glass of water in hand this time. I popped the pill from the blister and dropped it on my tongue before washing it down with the water he had handed me. 

“You know the side effects?” Gene clarified before he left. 

“Yeah I do.” 

“Thanks again Gene.” I waved him off as he left to do his respective job. I stood in the doorway, not wanting to go back inside by myself and with nothing else to do, I decided to go on a walk.

I shuffled down the gravel road, kicking the stones as I walked. I filled my lungs with the fresh pine air while the birds quietly chirped in the trees. The warm sun beat down on my back as I strolled. The road was quiet, no cars drove past while I meandered down the path. 

The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stood on end as goosebumps pricked my skin. I raised my head to glance in front of me. 

My heart dropped, just a way in front of me glinting in the sunlight like a cruel joke was the shimmer.

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla x Kong New Empire but it's the Spongebob Movie

I had this idea BEFORE the movie even came out lol

This took longer than I thought! Please appreciate it!

[thottybrucewayne]

I think what I want to get into with the "Anyone can do harm." thing that I keep beating yall over the head with is that literally anyone, anyone at all can do harm it's not "in your DNA" to be an abuser or written in the stars that you'll be a predator. Whatever image you have of an abuser in your head, drop it and replace it with your favorite person in the world and you'll probably be closer to the truth than you realize. It's easy to address harm when it's coming from someone you already hate. I see it happen all the time. Someone you couldn't stand for no real reason does something heinous then all of a sudden here comes the avalanche of "I always knew they were a fucked up individual." No, you didn't. There is no possible way you could have known, you just already didn't fuck with them before they started doing something you could use to justify your hatred of them. I'm guilty of it too! I'm petty, mean, vindictive, and yes! I'm way quicker to believe something bad about someone I hate versus someone I love because I'm human. Still, y all gotta learn to move past that initial "Well, they were always nice to me!" gut feeling and understand that nobody truly knows anyone and anyone can be capable of anything. Even victims. Even you.

[luna-lovegreat]

Wars and Wild as knights in Lu

They have issues.

I have a lot of thoughts on Wild and Wars and their relationship (Order of this post is talking about saluting, Wild and Wars' different perspectives, memory issues, and fire) Rant time.

No saluting!!

So Wild took a formal- almost/awkwardly saluting pose when Wars confronted him in 'Entrance pt.2'

It's similar to the first time Wild addressed Wars as 'captain'. His left hand is up from where a salute should be, and his overall posture is awkward, with his shoulders and right hand raised, but it's clear he's trying to do a salute in the presence of a fellow knight.

In the second example his hand is behind his head, but his posture is very straight and his right arm stiff- he's again attempting a formal saluting position. Which is still awkward

It is less clear but his changes in posture clued me in. He goes from like a deer in the headlights to visibly sweating to straight backed and looking up at Wars- looking at the changes in his body language

Side note but I literally love how Jojo draws the champions tunic so much-

We can't see the action of Wild's body language in a comic, just the positions he went to. But he visibly leaned away from Wars before switching to a straight backed saluting-like posture. He's clearly freaked out, hence Twilight's face: >:(

I think that Wild taking somewhat military poses around Wars is important to their relationship issues because it comes from his struggle with memory and identity

.

So like. All of them have different perspectives

Wars

I adore Wars. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that he would not speak to any of the others this way.

And the scarf man cmon it's so pretty they are so cute-

Why is Wars talking to Wild like this? He's called him out and reprimanded him multiple times in front of the others. Wild has taken it well but tbh if it was Legend I think he would be on fire.

To some extent I think he is in captain mode. I think that he has trouble seeing Wild as not a knight. Wars gives Wild respect as a knight who sacrificed for his kingdom, but now it seems he's taking it away as a knight who's not doing well enough since he 'disregarded the plan'

At least I think that's the outside (or Wild's) view of it. But Wars internally really cares about Wild and he saw him run up to a giant and lose it. Different ways of showing concern perhaps?

Who wouldn't want to keep Wild from getting more scars?

I just. Don't doubt for a second Wars really cares about Wild- even if the way he's acting still isn't cool. He has no right to treat him like a soldier any more than the rest of the chain, and right now I think Wild is acting as the more mature person.

Wild

I adore Wild. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that although he is clearly making efforts after Twilight's injury, Wild has ignored Wars for the majority of Lu, by not speaking to him much, and not thanking or acknowledging Wars when he directly helped him. (Small example being walking with Hyrule not Wars when injured and not directly responding to Wars)

Wars cares about and respects Wild, but it seems Wild wants nothing to do with him, and he's been cold towards Wars for the majority of Lu. To Wild, Wars reminds him of his perceived failure. Which is valid feelings, but still not fair. And I think that ask is talking about these two.

The thing I love about this is each of them are right and wrong in some ways, leading to the tension between them. So fully blaming either of them is not logical

The rest of the chain is just vibing. Except twilight who's mad and wants them to just grow up, but. Heros of courage not wisdom @uniquevoidflowers ;)

And that ask- '''Are any of the Links ever jealous of another Link for adventures that were less difficult/life threatening?'' ''When you hear Wild say he 'hates' someone you'll have your answer.''' somewhat leads to my next point-

Wild's identity and memory issues exacerbate all of this

In Entrance, Twilight is being stressed and defensive, that's ok. What concerns me most is that Twilight has talked with Wild through stuff like this in his rough moments

Wild has tried to be formal several times- he is not very good at it

Four's face I can't didnwidkekfjej

Wild isn't and can't be 'him'- the same 'perfect' (<actually has crippling anxiety) knight he was before, and Twilight knows this. And I agree with him a bit, I think, that Wars is making things worse in Wild's mind by being that perfect soldier, and seemingly holding Wild to a standard he isn't

Wild's attempts at saluting is symbolic of that- Wars makes him feel like a failure trying to be the person he should be. But Wild shouldn't be anyone but himself.

Anyways. Fire.

Wars and Wild have issues, and I want them to work through all their relationship drama so they can reach their PEAK dynamic, which is obviously this

I mean like. We need these two to be friends

Anyways. Wild is in this constant state of identity crisis, and being around Wars has not been beneficial- neither of them is or has been showing the other the respect they deserve. Not as knights, but as people and brothers. They need a get along shirt.

All this Art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

:)

[dullahen]

O-oh~! Local old man pines beyond reccomended amounts! I sure hope it won't result in something impulsive and stupid :))

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[epiphainie]

i watch 911 with total chill vibes. i love every character and every friendship and every familial bond and every romantic couple and every storyline. literally elicits zero negativity on my part. even when it's godawful bad it's fun in the way only the simplest things can be. it's a blessing and truly doesn't require this much fandom wank in any way shape or form.

[shotmrmiller]

Just love when the men (Ghost especially) are self aware that they are awful, greedy, dirty men. Aware that you deserve hands that won't taint you. You're too good. Too nice. Too soft. Aware that normal people wouldn't have fallen for the tiniest scrap of courtesy.

You should absolutely be with someone else.

Too bad he craves that kind of normalcy.

Too bad he saw you first.

i like when they think like that and then once the got you in between their jaws they are not letting go keep fucking dreaming

who cares if they're dirty they'll just sully you too. nbd.

[bi-badass-geek]

Hades 1 vs Hades 2 Designs

● Hermes besides Hypnos was first character that made me think when i saw him oh some time has passed since Zag's escapes indeed, makes you feel that time skip. In this particular debate between those i'm really digging both but if needed to say which i prefer would go with second. I feel it should be said he sure rolls nicely with longer hair i would say darker outfit too but that's probably because pallet that's used for levels.

Ps. I saw post that mentioned how his ring is the same as ones Charon is wearing in first game and if it's a hint at something i'm here for it!

● Zeus for this god specifically there is discourse about how his pose is less dynamic and oh boy if i don't agree with that so much. In first game you see him and his look makes you think yeah this is the king of gods while in second game man is just there with posture i take often because i'm useless gay that don't know what to do with my hands and feels like they took all this might and put it into chiseling his nipples & abs into his golden chestplate. Not to mention the detail of missing the iconic bolt! Don't think it needs to be said but 100% would pick Hades 1 design out of those options.

● Poseidon the King of the Sea another example in my humble opinion where they went with flattening that dynamic looks exchanging it for man that just standing there chilling which is good for him but where first screams cool uncle second one goes uncle that wants retirement. I really like how we can see the trident now tho and need to point out his outfit sure got more print on it. When it comes down to pointing out which one is the winner in my eyes it would be 2020 one.

● Aphrodite if she wasn't the one that got thrown into drama because people double standards and hypocrisy. Design from first game and the pose straight up makes you think of love, lust, seduction all the things that are associated with said goddess. As for Hades 2 version i have no clue why it feels like this considering it's actually the opposite because we can see armor on her legs now but she feels less covered for me, do i find it negative or in any way problematic? Not one bit let the woman show off all her assets all day long! Really love the adds of her weapon and shield makes you immerse in the store of oh fights are happening around these parts. From seduction to i stand here at the ready kinda vibe and i'm really digging it.

Ps. Another post i read was about fact that her war paint i will call it (not 100% sure if that is it or just line for the giggles) is reference to Ares and considering her myth i really like that touch!

● Hypnos was the first OG i saw and was like man not only catching up on his sleep but also got such glow up i absolutely adore the design. Not to say he looked bad in Hades 1 but there it was like okay nice to Hades 2 like Damnnn and his lil helpers that keeps him up! Love the fact that of all things they made him be tucked into his cape like burrito.

Ps. I really do hope by the end of the game we get to wake him up so he can try out that nectar that we all leave there waiting.

● Chaos so many things to say and at the same time silence says it all. Seen people focusing on fact some out there call them he or how it's a downgrade from previous but don't even elaborate why they think that because everyone has right to have their own preference but at least put it into words instead of going trash next..there was also notion how they resemble Meg and while i see where people get that idea from for sure before reading that my mind didn't went there at all. I think both designs really work with someone who is primordial originator and how time goes so can their form. I find it very fascinating that they put old skeleton with new one and adore galaxy under suit makes me think of Nyx right away and how they're connected. Can totally see how between those two gamers got major stance that left reminds them more of male and right of female beings but at the end of the it chaos is chaos. Gotta take chair routine from Meg while they at it! The face on the shoulder surely throws me in loop tho fits? Sure. Does it disturb me in micro scale? Yes. About frames and poses don't have much to say cause both caption the essence of i mind my business everything unrelevant until i say so.

Ps. I know it's about physical aspect but let me say Chaos roasting Mel about how her brother is amusing one out of two Hades spawns is living rent free in my brain.

[magniloquent-raven]

making myself sad thinking about this

being the first moment in their conversation that really caught eddie's attention, and then him spending the rest of the season fixated on how he ran away after she died

[clarkgriffon]

The Worst of the Worst: IMDB’s 10 Worst Ranked Episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (insp.)

[waitingtobreatheagain]

You know what I hate real real bad?

How people mischaracterize Colin (they do the same to Pen but I am going to make that a separate post for her) when we have proof that directly goes against their claims.

"Colin did not see Pen as worthy"

"Colin did not have love for/care for Pen/or pay attention to her until season 3"

"Colin does not truly love her it's only lust"

I understand having your own opinion but there are times when the opinion is OBJECTIVELY WRONG. I also don't like how folks have chosen to do this to likely the kindest male lead we'll have who expressed his love for his partner CONSTANTLY and CONSISTENTLY.

Those aren't the only things I've heard or seen but they are among the biggest misconceptions. Outside of not realizing the extent of his feelings for Pen until a catalyst (the first kiss, while we also see in the first two episodes moments that are also leading up to the realization), it is and has never been that he sees Pen as unworthy he sees HIMSELF as unworthy. WE see this even after he knows that she returns his feelings which he did not even know until the carriage. After the carriage and even while he is working through the LW reveal, he still does not feel worthy of her which is a big part of Pen reminding him in words and actions that being him makes him more than worthy. We see how worthy he sees her when he tells her to never forget that SHE is Penelope Featherington. We also see it when he is absolutely puzzled during the first kiss scene at the fact that Pen sees herself in such a self-deprecating way. He can not even imagine a life for her that is not reflecting the very best.

Next, Colin is arguably the main person we see show a genuine interest in Pen as well as truly treasuring her in his life. From dancing with her in a protective fashion after Cressida through a drink at her, having conversation together where they are the only people who get what they are saying and what it means, getting involved with Jack's plot in order to protect Pen and by extension the Featheringtons because that is Pen's family, writing to her and seeing her correspondence as his most treasured, laughing with each other on multiple occasions, seeking her out for either conversation or a dance no matter what whenever they come across each other at a social gathering. I could go on and that's just in the first two seasons. Not showing romantic interest does not mean that he did not deeply love and care for her. Colin and Pen mutually made each other feel seen and understood in a way in no one else did...is that not an expression of love? If Colin had not already treated Pen in the way he had she likely would not have fallen so deeply in love with him. Colin being so loving, caring, kind, understanding, interested in Pen and what she had going on, and much more also plays a role in why she is able to forgive him for his thoughtless comment last season. He reflects the character we have known him to be towards the end of S3 E1 when we see a genuine apology where he takes accountability tells Pen how much she means to him and seeks out how he can make up for his mistake.

Lastly, the Colin does not love her and only lusts for her is just not even kind of true. We are talking about the same man who has expressed his love (whether via 'i love yous', in his words, actions, looks, closeness, etc.) for his partner so so so often and in such a way we likely will never see with another pairing. This the man who would prefer sleep than to be awake because in his dreams they were in love and together. The same man where his whole world was topsy turvy following his realization of those same feelings. The same man whose dream about Pen that STARTED with Pen returning his feelings of love for her then led to a hot makeout. The same man who put it all on the floor and said societal rules be damned (as he always did with her) because even if it was unrequited he was going to let Pen know just how much he loved her and wanted to be with her...to show her that one person in her life would be willing to fight her no matter the opponent or cost because she would always be worth it. The same man who stood up to her mother to show that she would no longer be allowed to treat the love of his life in such an ugly way. The same man who expresses his love for Pen without ceasing and even when we did not hear the expressions as much (while working through the LW reveal and his own insecurities). The same man who turned his fianceé around so that she could only day see and believe everything he loved about her for herself. The same man who put so much intention into their first time so that it reflected something they were doing together. The same man who was so in love enamored and joyful to be with the love of his life that it felt like his first time. The same man who even when never considered not marrying Pen even at his most heartbroken and angriest DUE to how much he loved her and knowing and believing that she felt the same. The same man who when he sees her come down the aisle he forgets everything else and only thinks about how lucky he is to marry his favorite person, his best friend, and the love of his life. The same man who has given us arguably the most touching love confession that will be so hard to beat because he expresses not only how much loves and admires Pen; he expresses what he was struggling with (how he overcame it and reframed it) and how he realized that his ultimate joy and privilege in this one life he gets to live is to be able to love and be loved by her. The love is on display in countless ways. While we also know that they match each other's freak real bad and have palpable passion and desire for each other...the love is and has always been the center even before they knew the love was requited.

I don't know which Colin Bridgerton alot of folks saw but it was not the one we have seen from season 1, 2, or 3. Do you have to love Colin/Pen/Polin/or their story with your whole heart like me? Of course not. I can't allow the blatant and incorrect character assassination though. Turn your brains on, I beg.

[yeisiko]

All the flowers turn to look at you

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

58 days.

[athina-blaine]

kb/ms is truly transcendental yaoi, spectacular, amazing, 10/10, no notes ... from the perspective of a mithrun enjoyer

as a kabru enjoyer, however...

I'll start off by saying that of course Kabru doesn't want or need a romantic relationship to be fulfilled, especially not with a white man, none of them do, it's all non-canon, Dungeon Meshi isn't about romance or shipping, yes yes yes, but none of us are here for that right now!! We're here to fruitlessly argue why my blorbos kissing makes more sense than your blorbos kissing!! You know it, I know it, none of us are free of cringe!! Clown on clown violence!!

That being said ... 🤡

I just don't see what Kabru gets out of kb/ms. With Mithrun, it makes sense; Kabru has a huge impact on him and ultimately helps him reaffirm his will to live. That's very exquisite drama and excellent character writing. But with Kabru, I just don't feel that Mithrun's character interacts with his personal flaws and would instigate his growth anywhere close to the same degree. I have to imagine most fics involving them focus more on Mithrun's baggage and how Kabru helps him heal from that ... because that's mostly all that happens between them in the main story, lol!

And like, that makes sense, because ultimately chapters 61-62 aren't about Kabru and Mithrun; they're about Kabru working through his conflicted feelings in helping Laios conquer the dungeon. I think it's ironic seeing people complain about kb/ms having Kabru be Mithrun's accessory when, if anything, Mithrun's main narrative purpose, outside of illustrating the danger of the Winged Lion, is to serve as Kabru's obstacle. I'd even argue Mithrun represents Kabru's personal bad ending; Mithrun wants him to kill Laios and surrender the dungeon to the canaries, preventing the short-lived races from ever understanding how dungeons function and returning to the status quo that had gotten Utaya destroyed. It's only when Laios practically forces Kabru, straight up puts his thumbs to the screws, to work past his reticence and be emotionally vulnerable that Kabru finally puts himself on the right path to achieve his goals (it's, uh, still a bit of a bumpy ride, but they get there in the end, lol!). If he'd been this way with Laios from the beginning, he might have understood Laios' intentions from the start and saved himself a lot of pain, but it's only because of Laios' influence that Kabru is able to grow as a character and get his happy ending.

(And even if one were a Mithrun enjoyer, ultimately the main source of Mithrun's life affirmation comes from the canaries. In that final scene, Kabru gets the ball rolling because he's outside of the canary hierarchy, but the scene ends with Mithrun being embraced by the canaries and as far as I'm aware the two don't interact with or reference each other post canon at all. Hell, it's Senshi who really drives the point home. Not that it matters when we're all wearing shipping goggles here, but it felt remiss not to mention it.)

At most, I can see how taking care of Mithrun would force Kabru to reexamine how poorly he takes care of his own body and that could make for some good drama. But even then, that change is ultimately instigated by Laios' influence on him, an extension of how Kabru wants to understand how Laios can see the value in monsters in an attempt to better understand his own trauma. If a person were to get into Dungeon Meshi specifically for Kabru and wanted to ship him with someone in a way that's most interesting for him, I'd be hard-pressed to argue there's a better choice than Laios (although who'd be cringe enough to do something like that haha right guys ... [sweating])

(Side note, though, I really don't vibe with the argument that kb/ms "reduces Kabru to a caretaker role" and that's why it's bad. There's plenty of instances where Kabru shoulders his friends' burdens (helps Kuro learn common tongue, listens to Daya's fiance about his relationship troubles, etc) and, more importantly, is seemingly happy to do so. I think Kabru genuinely enjoys looking after his friends and in the story seems to find plenty of personal satisfaction getting Mithrun to eat. I understand it has the potential to be more troubling considering Kabru is a brown man and Mithrun is a white man, but idk, it just feels on the same level as people trying to discount labru by saying Laios wouldn't take enough of an interest in people to want to start a romantic relationship, when his whole thing is that he does want to connect with people and just feels like he can't. It's not a bone I feel like picking, haha)

I honesty don't mind characters being "mischaracterized" in fandom or fic even to a large degree, I know it bugs a lot of people but I respect that ultimately fandom is little more than picking up the vague outline of a doll and playing with it and mashing their faces together. Besides, if I'm really worked up about it I can just write a fic and set the record straight myself, haha. This post is merely inspired by the supremely annoying subsection of twitter that acts like labru is the ship where it's just two dudes sitting in a room together. I'm just saying, Kabru ends the series whispering into the ear of another man as his day job and it's not Mithrun lmao

[wholesome-lesbiab]

US Americans being like "everyone in Europe speaks English anyways" (if you know the tiktok I'm referring to) makes me want to only speak Finnish to any traveling US American just to piss them off