imagining a hermit learning / getting comfortable w regression on Hermitcraft. okay gonna use solar waltz Grian here . As example hear me out.
So he’s getting more comfy w his regression! And what’s a builder to do? Make himself a safe corner of course !! So Grian makes all these plans. Designs himself an entire room or small base for him to be small in.
He starts working on it and doesn’t get very far before he regresses. Imagine someone coming to check up on him. Mumbo asks how’s the new project going? and comes in to an empty room and grian’s lost in a trance over toys he brought in to decorate with. Bonus points it’s like not even proper toys. He’s playing with a kid core patterned curtain.
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I will never get over how unnecessary the Frazel age gap was. And I'm not talking about the 80 year difference from when she was dead, I don't care about that. What I do care about is the fact that it was emphasized in the books that Frank was three years older than Hazel. Like I get it, three years is not that much when you're adults! But as teenagers??? Especially a 13 year old and a 16 year old?? There is a BIG maturity gap there. In my opinion teens shouldn't date someone more than a year apart from them cause so much happens when you're a teenager. And the fact that this was such an unnecessary addition, like if Rick wanted Hazel to be 13 then he could have easily made Frank 14 and the story would have been the same. Or he could have made her 15. Hazel even states how it's a little odd cause she has a crush on a boy 3 years older than her. Like why the hell was this in the books, Rick?? Can y'all imagine a Heroes of Olympus show where we see a thirteen year old dating a sixteen year old? They wouldn't cast for that cause it's weird. Ik some people are gonna call me dramatic but I don't care, it was unnecessarily emphasized so I'm gonna talk about it.
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people have said this multiple times before and i'll say it too cuz it's true so y'know shout-out to everyone who's said it all the glory to y'all /gen /pos
if people no want intimidating, canonically scary, tough, no-nonsense characters being itty bitty, why intimidating, canonically scary, tough, no-nonsense characters give itty bitty energy?
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today is a lazy day and im lying here just thinking of ftm walter... me turning him over and over in my brain like a rotisserie chicken... grows up into one of the sexiest dilfs on rubicon with a classy beard and two prosthetic limbs and top surgery scars and a deep gravelly voice...
though it is fun to think about walter and his various complex traumas and the fact that he's so incredibly comfortable in his own identity as a man. my brain is like an overcooked noodle tonight so words hard but this man has 99 problems and his gender identity ain't one of them. guy had that shit figured out by the time he was like. ten.
just thinking of walt/mich tho where michigan is startled for several seconds when he realises walter is trans before just shrugging it off because that's not important, what's important is that this guy keeps showing him up in the AC spars-!
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Hi! Silent admirer of your RE stuff (it's been so long since I've played these games, but you've been re-inspiring me!) - so I'm curious about "Madrid, 1996" for the WIP asks? 👀
ohh god— going for the only one legitimately named and simultaneously the one most unpolished bdhdjsjkl
as of right now, “Madrid, 1996” is a series of snippets intertwined with meta about itself and records of my convos with @bennidraws (which is what started it all!!), written somewhat as a branch of my luis study project. set entirely pre-games, it follows the story of Luis and Carlos who meet, by chance, at an Umbrella conference, and in two weeks develop a particularly deep relationship. Carlos falls in love with an older man freshly out of a personality crisis, Luis falls for a repressed boy who's just discovering himself for the first time, and both of them turn each other's world upside down. contains dog imagery, yearning, cigarettes, and—on many occasions—Carlos' dog tags clinking against Luis' cross
it's rough and unpolished and not even fully planned out, branching within itself into multiple endings. but i've been chipping away at it when i'm not working on anything else and i feel like eventually something will come out of it. too much love has been put into those conversations for the fic to amount to nothing ❤️
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“They ever give you a break, soldier boy?”
Carlos turned towards the voice, surprised to see anyone out of the building at this hour, especially in such a downpour. It belonged to the same man he had seen earlier, except the well-cut suit was nowhere to be found, now replaced by an intricately decorated leather jacket and a pair of well-worn jeans. He held a single cigarette between his teeth and a lighter in one hand, looking at him with curiosity through the hair falling into his eyes; and chuckled, clearly having noticed Carlos' persistent gaze on him.
“You look like a rabbit in headlights,” he teased, weaving the lighter between skilled fingers. It lit up with a quiet click a moment later, and Carlos took a while to admire the way the flame illuminated the man's face when he leaned into the light.
"No breaks.” He watched how his thin lips curled around a puff of smoke. “The shifts are short though.”
The stranger hummed, as if amused by the answer, and leaned back comfortably against the wall before extending a pack of cigarettes towards Carlos.
“Care for a smoke?”
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“You should come find me later, soldier boy. When your shift is done,” the man said, throwing the butt of his cigarette on the ground. “Room 102. On the fourth floor,” he added with a wink, turning back, but Carlos' hand wrapped around his wrist before he could go.
“Who am I asking for?”
The stranger smirked, leaning in so close their noses almost touched.
“Name's Luis,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “And who am I waiting for?”
“Carlos.”
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and, as a bonus, a bit of the relevant note i made for this part (and for what's supposed to follow)
something about the terrifying act of inviting a stranger to your room, something about that stranger being a soldier; something about being invited to a hotel room by a man older than you, and something about the confidence with which he does it.
the way every night spent with a stranger might've been your last; the way he didn't know if he was gonna wake up the next morning, and then he did—and then they both did.
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in honor of tornado season upon us … thinking about age regressor hermits grouping up on days the server has bad weather (yes I know this isn’t how mc works LOL). everyone grouping up in one room while the rain goes on outside … cozy vibes w warm comforters as the ones who have anxiety during storms get cuddles, others maybe trying to play in the puddles before getting dried off w a fluffy towel, playing board games and watching movies … everyone together having fun, even while some of them worry about the rain and what it may wash away. cozy ….
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