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#fnaf sb#fnaf fanart#fnaf eclipse#lets see how mobile handles posts lol#i love them ur honor#feral scrunglies are the fuckin best yo#possible fic stuff???#BUT these were mostly just test doodles to see how i liked drawin em#i like havin it so only eclipse can open the mouth#and eclipse has smoke come out the mouth constantly#hat is optional but probs not usually worn due to tearing#i like to think of eclipse as a mix of character between moon and sun#not a whole new character or just them both co-existing if that makes sense#i see sun as a frantic over exaggerative people pleaser#and moon as a shithead that likes fucking with people#so eclipse is like...#a top tier bastard that wants to be your friend#he absolutely cannot take a hint#punch him he deserves it#i know imma deck him later#also bowtie eclipse bc i said so#fight me#i will lose but what matters is i tried my best#i miiight clean these up later but who's to say#i never know my next move#not even now#my art#my art: fnaf#my art: fnaf sb#ALSO singed eyelashes my beloved fhxhhcjfd
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A Benevolent Hand
Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader
TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*
Also idk why but this gif does things to me
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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.
Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.
But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.
You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.
You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.
You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.
But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.
They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.
But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.
You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.
Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?
You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.
You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.
Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.
You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.
Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--
Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.
You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.
You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.
"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.
Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.
He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.
You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.
You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.
Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--
Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.
"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?
You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.
"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.
"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.
You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.
"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.
"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.
Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...
Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.
When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.
The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.
"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."
The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.
"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.
"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.
You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.
Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.
"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.
You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--
"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."
You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.
"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.
"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.
"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"
Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.
Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?
You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.
"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.
Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.
"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.
Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--
"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...
"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."
That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.
"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.
"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.
He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch
"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.
"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.
"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"
You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.
"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."
He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.
But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.
"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.
"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.
You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.
"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."
Almost.
So close.
Just a bit more!
He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.
Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.
You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.
You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.
"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.
But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...
#moon knight#khonshu#khonshu x reader#khonshu x you#khonshu moon knight#moon knight khonshu#khonshu smut
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Wait what guy who hadn't read Atlas Shrugged?
I was pretty sure I'd told this story here, but a cursory search suggests that I have not. Okay let's gooooo
Many moons ago, I worked in an emergency services call centre. I worked nights- I could get regular shifts, it paid well, and I am a huge freak, just like everyone else who works nights in a call centre. It is a lifestyle that attracts freaks. Some of my coworkers weren't full-time creatures of the night, but students or whoever who picked up occasional nights for the extra money, and one of them was Libertarian Shithead, who we'll call LS for short.
LS was a twentysomething white dude who wore a lot of name brand surfwear and designer sunglasses. I assume his parents were rich. LS loved nothing better than recreational arguing. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it; he had some of the most dogshit opinions I've ever encountered in the wild, and was terrible at defending them. He'd say some crap about how Gattaca-type eugenics is Fine, Actually, because if you let people make designer babies, the ~*Free Market will decide what traits are desirable! Racism and colourism and ableism and sexism and intersexism won't affect those choices at all! And I'd get mad, because I have principles to speak of, and we'd get into it, and WITHOUT FAIL, we'd get maybe halfway into an actual discussion about whatever horseshit garbage he was on tonight, and the second he thought he was losing, he'd say "oh, well. I'm an ~*Objectivist, so you can't really understand my perspective unless you've read Ayn Rand." Then he'd sigh, and change the subject.
At the time I had not read any Ayn Rand. Being fundamentally powered by spite, I withstood maybe three weeks of this shit before I pirated an epub of Atlas Shrugged, put it on my e-reader, and proceeded to slam through it at supersonic speed so I could finally get to finish an argument with this terrible boy.
Anon, I fucking hated Atlas Shrugged. The book is bad. It's way too long, every single character is an unbelievable douche, the prose sucks. Ayn Rand wants to fuck a train so so so badly, but the prose is so turgid I couldn't even get invested in how much she wants to fuck a train. And the core of the matter, the politics I was there to understand, are, y'know. Objectivist. Eye-bleedingly selfish and capitalistic, expressed in amazingly childish and blinkered terms. Even the bits where it seems like the shithead capitalist dudes want to fuck each other are too mired in the scunge of Rand's terrible views to be enjoyable.
But I read the fucking thing! I powered through it with only quite minimal complaining! I finished the book on the train to work, and when I saw that LS was on that night, I plonked myself in a seat by him, and metaphorically cracked my knuckles, ready to fuckin' party. In a perfect world, I would have been cool enough to have waited for the perfect mid-argument moment to drop, but I didn't. I think I lasted exactly until we were both off a call at the same time, and then leaned in as close as the desk dividers would let me, and said "So I finished Atlas Shrugged. I have some thoughts."
I cannot overstate how quickly it became obvious that LS had not read the book. For a hot second I thought maybe it had just been a while and the fine details had escaped him, but no; he didn't know who half the characters were, or key points of the plot, or even know any of the stuff in the John Galt speech, i.e. the big juggernaut of Here's How Objectivism Works near the end of the book about Objectivism that this fucking guy hypothetically based his Objectivist views on. It took me maybe five minutes, in between calls, to realise this, and another five for him to admit he hadn't actually read any Ayn Rand. He'd read her Wikipedia page.
ANYWAY I didn't speak to him for like a month after that, and I don't think either of us lost out there!
#at the time I was very angry#but in hindsight I think it was very funny#storytime#ask me ask me ask me#anonymice
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2023: The year of all time
This felt like the first year post-COVID where things really kicked into high gear for me personally. My new year's resolution was that I would go out and have fun for once.
And had fun I did.
I did some voicework reading for a story podcast, I went to a bunch of amazing concerts (nothing beats seeing Weird Al for my birthday!), and I sorted out a bunch of RL stuff and put a neat little bow on it. Thank goodness.
But fuck all that sappy shit: Here's a small collection of things I really enjoyed this year!
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: An excellent sequel to a seemingly unfollow-uppable first film. Takes everything from ITSV, and amps it up to twenty with a stunning visual style, a sonically fitting soundtrack, and a meta-commentary on the nature of Spider-Man's character and whether they really deserve all the tragedy thrown at them.
Aunty Donna's Coffee Cafe: The guys who made Pud did another show, this time with funding from the Australian Government! While stripped back in its setting, they continue to provide the same stupid bullshit that put me into laughing fits as they did with their Netflix show. Haven't they done well.
Scott Pilgrim Takes Off: I think when people heard about "An animated Scott Pilgrim show with the live-action cast and Edgar Wright producing", they did not expect "A proper dissection of Ramona Flowers' character and her motivations, as well as her own journey of forgiving the Evil Exes. Also lots of yaoi." Scott Pilgrim continues to dominate as the premier "guy learns not to be a shithead" franchise.
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Live in Accor Stadium: The Peppers prove their pertained power as performers by playing the purest psalms in their prospectus from the past 35 years (eugh, what a mouthful). Flea came out, did a 30-second handstand, waved and said hello to the moon and then got up some people littering in the crowd. Their life is more than just a read-through.
Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn Into You: I had absolutely no clue who Caroline was before I listened to this album. I now realise that she might just be the person that pop needs right now. A soaring collection of songs destined to become classics down the line, like a greatest hits compilation that doesn't exist. We're all on Caroline's island, and we ain't leaving.
Bomb Rush Cyberfunk: I kept my eye on this game as it was developing, and it was absolutely worth it to see it come through in the end. Satisfying gameplay that requires you to learn how to combo to progress, an addicting artstyle inspired by Y2K, and the soundtrack. Holy fuck the soundtrack. I just can't get enuf.
Weird Al Yankovic - TUROTRSIIIVT: Man, what a title. Emu Phillips come out swinging with jokes I did not expect, and then Weird Al comes out aggressively swinging, with all the songs you don't know him for. He then did a polka melody of his parodies, did a ritual halfway through, and then ended the concert on a high note. Only the best from Strange Alfred.
Doctor Who 2023 Specials: That bastard David Tennant returning led me down the rabbit hole known as watching Doctor Who, and did it ever pay off more than these specials. A trans woman saves the day and the Doctor realises he's bi, black, and needs therapy. A magnificent close on a chapter of one of the greatest sci-fis ever, and a bright step into the future.
The Hyperfixation of the Year award goes to none other than
Homestuck, everyone's favourite webcomic! Everyone's.
And I think that's partly because I joined this website to begin with. I probably say this all the time, but leaving Reddit was probably the best decision I could have made at that time. As much as I reminisce, the communities I was in began to get a little stale. Same jokes, same shitposts, a different day. Tumblr in some strange way, is not that. It feels less like a big communal website and more like a collection of small towns spread across a large spot of land. Calm and village-like, you know?
So to all my mutuals, my followers, to the people that liked and reboggled my stinky posts, to all that offered mealworms and crickets in my askbox, thank you. "Gecko Boy" might just be a silly lil joke in the grand scheme of things, but it's a fun joke to play into.
Whatever comes next year, I know I've got the energy to keep going. Have a good 2024 everybody. <3
#WHOOF this is long#across the spiderverse#aunty donna#scott pilgrim takes off#red hot chili peppers#caroline polachek#weird al yankovic#bomb rush cyberfunk#doctor who#homestuck#year in review#2023#i AM a lil gecko boy. and nothing can change that fact#reddit#tumblr#gecko boy#long post
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"Oops" Episode Rambles
I rewatched the episode for the sake of my rewrite post (plus I just wanted to see the final animation, credit where it's due, the show is fun to look at sometimes), and decided to share my thoughts since I haven't done that for an episode in a while:
Ngl, I'm honestly really indifferent towards Fizzmodeus, like I get that it's most people's positive for this episode but I honestly just don't care about it. I think it's because I'm so jaded to the 99% of dialogue that's sex-related to enjoy the sentimental stuff but also because it's just Bee and Vortex again, and it begs the question of why the shit Stolas' situation is so special (aside from him being Vivzie's baby) when the Sins just do whatever and either hide it poorly or don't hide it at all. Who came up with this hierarchy in the first place? Because the more we go on the more it seems like a thing that only Goetians focus on (which Ozzie should be apart of so what the fuck).
Speaking of Ozzie, I don't get why he's so nice, same with Bee. I'm not asking for everyone to be a shithead 24/7 but the concept of Hell's leaders, the ones who've created and are enabling the world of kill-or-be-killed that we've seen, being 100% friendly is just odd to me. Then again, Viv's idea of Hell is a nonstop party where they're all good unlike the EVIL BAD TOTALLY NOT GOOD angels and Adam so it doesn't surprise me. Also his whole thing about "Lust shouldn't be forced". Um? I'd get it if he were talking about LOVE, but Lust is not something I'd ever consider to be consensual in nature, especially not in Hell. That's all I'll say on the matter because it's a very serious topic, but then again, maybe I should consider myself lucky a topic that dark isn't being butchered by Vivzie. All of that said, I do like Ozzie's voice actor, he's really nice-sounding.
I don't understand what the hell happened with Fizz and Blitzo. Who the fuck was going around saying that Blitzo didn't wanna see Fizz and didn't tell Fizz that Blitzo showed up? I have to assume it was maybe Barbie or Cash (assuming Cash didn't also die in the fire). If it was Barbie I'm not entirely sure why. As far as we're aware (unless they retcon it in later) Barbie shouldn't have seen Blitzo knocking into the cake or leaving Fizz, so if she did it because their mom died, I can't see how she would know that. Maybe someone saw Blitzo and passed that on to Barbie, but the fact of the matter is I shouldn't have to Tetris-style guess and insert explanations for the episode. If any episode was going to be a full on backstory, it should've been this one, not The Circus, especially with Unhappy Campers being before this one.
On a positive note, I think those little fly-dog things are so cute in a kinda ugly way. I do think it's kind of a nice small look into Fizz's mind that he'd have one that's wheelchair-bound because he'd relate to it. Ozzie patching up Fizz was nice too, as much as I don't care for the couple, I'm glad that Fizzmodeus at leasts SHOWS the shit that Stolitz doesn't. And speaking of Stolitz, yeah Blitzo keep telling me all these things Stolas TOTALLY does for you yeah I'm sooooooo sure
And, like other people have said, Stolas was totally pointless and useless like always, and what a nice cool guy who totally isn't bad like the other Goetia when he let that lawyer guy get brutally murdered, like yeah I guess it wasn't really his place to help or anything but I don't think having him smirk and say "Get fucked, little one" is doing him any favors. I do have to wonder if they're actually gonna go through with this Crystal shit. I'm not gonna bother guessing anymore because like I said before, the show will throw a biggest, goofiest curveball at you to try and seem less predictable.
And speaking of curveballs, Crimson and Striker. That's it. That's all I gotta say on that subject. I miss Harvest Moon Festival, man. Like I'm no Striker fangirl who buys all the Striker merch and shit but damn he's so pathetic now. Why did Blitzo have to recreate the shit that happened and shoot the barrel when he could've shot Striker in the face while he was talking? Please, I need someone else on the writing team PLEASE
Anyway I think that's it for now.
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Top Gun as Quotes in my Quotebook, Vol2
All 100% real things I have heard in the last six months.
Maverick: “I’m not going to commit apoptosis one day off my antidepressants.”
Iceman: “Don’t ever fucking call me shmookums.”
Goose: “Stop eating my shoes you little shit!”
Slider: “When’s the last time you shit yourself?”
Carole: “I will drownded you!”
Hollywood: “If I put my hair down, I look like Humpty Dumpty.”
Wolfman: “Humpty Dumpty you’re up.”
Chipper: [to sundown] “Do you like eating sand?”
Sundown: [to chipper] “I love it!”
Merlin: “La revolution of La marshmallowtador.”
Rooster: “This is not a hate crime, I just hate you.”
Hangman: “He’s pissing for two.”
Phoenix: “Look, if you want to be the next hitler, go ahead. But I have nothing to do with it, alright?”
Bob: [to a superior officer] “You may think there is only three dots on this page, but you’d be sadly mistaken.”
Coyote: “I am pretty sure she gets dicked down all the time.”
Fanboy: “It’s like gru stealing the moon. Me robbing the subway.”
Payback: “Bang bang bang look at your piss”
Cyclone: “We get rid of those little shitheads.”
Warlock: “I never really thought of it but now I’m definitely not thinking of it.”
Hondo: “I hate people I don’t want people here.”
Penny: “Word from the wise, maybe wait a month before doing that in front of your roommate.”
#top gun maverick#top gun#icemav#pete maverick mitchell#bradley rooster bradshaw#nick goose bradshaw#tom iceman kazansky#incorrect quotes#quotes
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Singing The Same Dream
shuggy thoughts Thursday
1k lil fic hehe
He had a good buzz going, a hand floating to scare the barmaid, endless liquor flowing, good times. Buggy would be lying if he wasn’t a man who recollects when he’s drunk, and a bad feeling about this night made his fingers twitch with anxiety.
Behind him the door swung open, loud chattering of a group of men bounced off the walls. This was good, he needed a distraction. He glanced over his shoulder to watch the men pile in, pirates. Even better.
”Yo, more rum over here! Before these fucks drink it all!”
“Buggy?”
He turned, limbs nearly falling to pieces to the floor. It was him, he didn’t fucking need this right now. Swiveling in his stool, he whipped back to face the bar.
”It really is you!” a hand slapped him hard on the back, “you’re looking good.”
”Yeah, well, you look like shit.”
He only laughed, “getting older I guess.”
Red-haired Shanks. He looked the same, same stupid hat, same stupid smile on his face.
”What you’re drinking, old friend?”
Time to make lemonade, “top shelf only.”
Shanks shrugged, ordering a bottle to share. Buggy swiped it as soon as it hit the counter, chugging the bottle to the last drop.
”Thanks for the free drink, shithead,” he said getting up to leave.
“Whoa, wait a minute. I just got here,” Shanks said tugging on his sleeve, “please, stay a little bit.”
Buggy shrugged him off, “it’s been how long now? 15 years?”
He smiled, “something like that.”
He knew this was a bad idea, but those old memories flooded back to him. His smile, his eyes, his lips. Buggy’s heart won out over his brain.
”Alright. Talk.”
Shanks smiled a little nervously, like he used to, “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say.”
”Any good hauls lately?” Buggy said sarcastically.
“A little of this, a little of that,” he paused, “wait do you really wanna know?”
Buggy only glared.
So he told him, the treasure he found, a little village he liked to visit when he could, animated about everything the drunker he became. Shanks was living the dream life they wanted for themselves, he supposed he did too. Captains going their own way.
“God, Bug I remember what Roger used to say about you-“
”-don’t tell me that shit, man.”
”Why not?”
He frowned, “I don’t wanna hear this shit, bragging like a jackass.”
”Oh.”
Shank looked down at his drink, thinking of the right things to say. Buggy was reminded of the night they first kissed, how stupid it all was. Two lonely boys on a pirate ship with no one else their age in sight.
”It’s too loud in here, see ya shitface.”
Shanks followed Buggy out, “yeah you’re right. Fresh air would be nice!”
”I wanna be alone, moron!”
”But why?”
Buggy looked at the people passing by, how embarrassing. He was a fucking pirate captain, for god’s sake. So he walked toward the shore, not sure of where to go else with Shanks following him.
He was in love with the guy, so sure that Shanks was just bored and he was there. That was his life, being at the right place at the right time. He wasn’t made for love, getting what scraps anyone else wanted to give him.
The moon was beautiful and bright, dark waves crashed against white sand. Buggy kicked a rock at his feet, holding his breath for Shanks to say something.
”Why are you here, man?”
They locked eyes, “I didn’t mean to. But I’m glad we bumped into each other.”
”Is that right?”
”Yes,” he said quickly, “a welcome surprise.”
If he didn’t know better, Shanks looked flushed.
”Remember back in the day, that night on the island? I think the moon was just as big.”
Buggy closed his eyes, “yeah, I remember.”
”You…I think that night played in my mind for three weeks straight.”
”We were pretty young and dumb, huh?”
Shanks laughed, “yeah. We were, weren’t we? It was..nice, wasn’t it?”
It was before Roger died, Buggy braver than he ever been before, kissed his best friend. And he kissed him back. As large of a ship it was, it was hard to find the time to hide more kisses. Like two magnets, they always found each other’s lips.
Buggy used to worry that anytime they docked, Shanks would go off to find someone better looking to kiss. He never did, their first time together was in a cave they found on an island. The moon shone so bright, he looked like an angel.
Now they were drunk saps, the last remaining shred of dignity was screaming at Buggy to leave. Instead he sat in the cool sand, fingers tracing patterns.
”You’re a captain now, right?”
”Yeah.”
Shanks sat next to him, “I’m glad to hear it. I really am.”
Slowly his hand inched closer to him, fingers linking together. Buggy gulped, he couldn’t let this happen again. But why not? Why not?
”I’m sure there’s far more interesting men out there for you.”
Shanks shook his head, leaning closer. His breath smelled like liquor, this was a mistake. Buggy’s mind wrestled with a decision, a drunk kiss didn’t mean a thing. Even if it was 15 years overdue.
Shanks removed his hat, lips hovering over Buggy’s, “you were my best friend, you know?”
”I think I’m still in love with you,” he whispered.
Shanks exhaled deeply, a wide grin on his face. Buggy figured he was always going to be in love with him.
The kiss tasted bittersweet, Buggy’s other hand clutching the sand, letting it slip between his fingers as Shanks’s tongue slipped between his lips. It was bliss, just like every other time. He felt his heart in this throat, the wind knocked out of him.
”I gotta go.”
Buggy scrambled up as quickly as he could, tears burning hot. Shanks called out after him, words fading away.
He felt so stupid, he always so stupid. Rushing to his ship, he trembled as he locked the cabin door behind him.
They were drunk, of course they were. It wasn’t real, it never was. Shanks only got what he wanted, regardless of what Buggy felt about it.
Never again.
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I can’t believe people are disappointed about the new lethal company update because 3 new moons, a reskin of an original moon, TWO new entities, patches, and quality of life updates all done by ONE GUY in 3 months apparently isn’t enough for a bunch of snot-gobbling big toed youtube short watching vtuber shitheads. I was fucking THRILLED. It was literally the amount of work I expected if not more. I’d like to see them try to do all that shit in 3 months. making a game is actually hard. and with how popular it’s gotten the game is still 10 fucking dollars which makes it SUPER available. people didn’t even have to pay for the update. there’s no micro transactions either. why do people find it so hard to be decent and appreciative I will never know
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if you click the unrebloggable red catboy haterade readmore it's your own damn fault
i am so tired of people trying to defend g'raha's writing in ew
"they're capable of subtlety" switching between being a manipulative asshole and the writer's most perfect prince who can never do wrong and is the wol's bestest friend 5ever (don't look at shb) and never allowing the player/other characters to say "dude wtf" at the former is not "subtle writing", it's complete lack of awareness that the character is being an asshole
like it was bad enough that the writers forced you to be buddy-buddy with him in shb with only a token option of expressing mild distaste , doing that and also making it very clear that he's still a manipulative shithead (because if he was meant to trying to put on a brave face they would have had a "dude wtf" line where he would have apologized in the post-credits, not acted like the promise made under duress was still valid) is just bad fucking writing given that on the other side of the corridor is zenos, who they constantly deny even acknowledgement of his humanity
you can try to compare it to urianger's writing but uri's writing never flinches away from the fact that he's being a fucker when he's being a fucker even when played for comedy, and they still have this gaping gap of not touching the fact that urianger functionally killed thancred's foster daughter/little sister onscreen (while they probably would have realistically hashed it out over like 3 years, you really don't get to see any of that at all so it's very strained; even having thancred still kind of mad before he gets snatched and having the more cordial relationship we normally see during shb would have communicated that better).
idk. so much of ew is just written really damn poorly (even parts that, in isolation, i find acceptable to actively enjoyable (ie the 6.0 zenos cutscenes) end up falling flat in context) because of external factors forcing the sardine treatment for plot points and i'm tired of seeing people pretend that it's not. i can't exactly compare the gameplay side well given i started in 6.0, but i can break down the writing just fine and ew's fucking dire even if you consider how heavily i weigh 4.2-4.3 against stb.
i really hope they sideline the scions besides krile (or tataru, but i think she's probably going to live in side content for a while and krile has been badly neglected for so long). i don't want to interact with g'raha again anytime soon but especially not if his writing remains this bad. either acknowledge that he can be an asshole and let me be colder to him or stop bringing him up, i'm fine hating major recurring characters if they're actually well written (asahi, varis, thordan) and the catboy isn't at this point, and even when he was better-written there was still the major problem of "let me call him a dick or at least untrustworthy you pricks".
"what about estinien don't you like him" if they just have him being a weird hungry vagrant that only shows up sometimes to be deeply strange and get mobbed by baby mamool ja that is ideal, actually, i love when he's a bit of a freak. or they could have him get adopted by another fancy prince, having him repeatedly reel in powerful fancy prince types with the power of
dragon autism
would be the funniest shit on the planet.
but like. i want a break from even the scions i like, barring maybe the twins, and the twins are best when i don't have to refer to them as a unit, yknow? i want new people to take center stage. i'm not going to get that given the trailer, but god. please. make this the erenville-and-wuk lamat show with cameos by the scions and not the other way around. they can come back in 8.0.
(plus, doing that might mean we don't have the fifth expansion straight of y'shtola death fakeouts (i counted: arr/hw (given timing it's hard for me to define where catgirl blunt best belongs), stb (vs Zenos), shb (sailor moon catgirl), ew (ultima thule)). i am so fucking tired of her fakeouts. do literally anything else with her as a character i BEG OF YOU. we all know you aren't killing Miss Final Fantasy 14. her fans would flay you. the merch sales would plummet.)
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im stuck thinking about bumpo's house of tricks bosses what bosses would you consider the bumpo for each game? and does anor londo as a whole count for a bumpo as well with the gwynevere part as a way to open the gwyndolin fight
okay so. i want to take a holistic view of what can be considered a palace of tricks in this post. however, with that in mind, i would not say that merely being a hidden or convoluted-to-reach boss qualifies as a Trick in and of itself. we need to maintain a high standard of bullshit here or things will get out of hand. anyway here's my comprehensive bumpo overview
DEMON'S SOULS
Fool's Idol. a fucking classic to start us off. not only does she have a bunch of clones cluttering up the arena. not only does she cover the floor in immobilising traps. NOT ONLY does she teleport. but she has an easily missable npc hanging out on a balcony above her arena who you have to locate and kill beforehand or he'll revive her repeatedly upon death. textbook shit. no notes
DARK SOULS
Pinwheel. the saddest, wettest, most pathetic of all bumpos, and this is a category that includes micolash. he's got the classic arsenal - the body doubles, the teleportation, the projectile attacks - and it just doesn't matter. he's fucked no matter what he does. sorry, buddy.
Dark Sun Gwyndolin. now, i know i made it sound like i wasn't going to include gwyndolin, but they're not here for the "giant big booby hologram of my useless sister" thing. they're here for teleporting indefinitely down an infinite hallway, like a Bitch.
Bed of Chaos. come on man
BLOODBORNE
Witches of Hemwick. a lot of people on that dog ass 10k note post that i wrote in 3 seconds and isnt even about a tweet i made are telling me the witches of hemwick aren't really that Bumpo. they're telling me they're not that big a deal. listen. Liten it's not just that this boss is invisible. it's not just that it summons a bunch of guys, multiclassing into "the gang is back together and they hate you ". it's not just the immobilising projectile attack. it's not just the respawning body doubles. it's the fake health bar. witches of hemwick is a boss fight with a fake health bar, and they're in my notes telling me that isn't double strength top ranking Clown Bullshit. Fuck Off
Micolash, Host of the Nightmare. a little undercooked as a bumpo on the individual level. but my god. what a palace of tricks he has
DARK SOULS II
i'm actually struggling to come up with a bumpo for this game. mytha, maybe? i don't know, i feel like my standards for tricks are a bit higher than just having a swamp in your arena. you need a little more panache than that, or at least need to be annoying in a less straightforward way. open to feedback of course but i just don't think anybody in dark souls 2 is the right kind of infuriating for this
DARK SOULS III
Crystal Sages. a comparatively restrained but still respectable bumpo. your common-or-garden fool. your workhorse shithead
Ancient Wyvern. as if by contrast, a most unconventional bumpo indeed! not only is the focus almost entirely on the palace of tricks, as with micolash, the ancient wyvern is also the only bumpo thus far who would not immediately die if struck by a moped
SEKIRO
Folding Screen Monkeys. a supremely Bumpo fight that also bears the unique honour of actually being, like, a good boss. i really like bosses in stealth-action games that test the player on their mastery of the stealth system rather than being action segments, and the folding screen monkeys are a great example of this! (my other favourite instances of the approach are izban from deadbolt and the boss from mgs3.) also they are part of sekiro's broader Monkey Subtheme, which rules
ELDEN RING
Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon.
[ATTACKS YOU WITH MY BEAM]
[ATTACKS YOU WITH MY BEAM]
[ATTACKS YOU WITH M
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Ooh, another ask game! 😁✨️
May I start off with 21 for Mario? ^-^
Gonna answer these in one fell swoop! Let’s go!
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
I love writing his dialogue actually! I have a rule of thumb when writing dialogue where, if I can’t imagine it in the character’s voice, it’s not going in my fic. Mario is extra fun to work with in that respect, because, while I don’t write his accent out phonetically, I always try to arrange his words and phrasing in ways where you could still read it in his accent. I struggle more with his general quirks and mannerisms; I’m still figuring out how to write him physically occupying a space.
More below the cut!
@mrspockify answered 21 above! As for 6:
6. What’s something you have in common with this character?
We’re both cheerful little shitheads that tend to act without thinking. We’re also both fat; I’d love to be fat AND strong like him 🥹
@mrs-luigi-vargas
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
Sorry to sound repetitive here but I love writing dialogue for him SO much! He’s so hammy and over-the-top, yet thoughtful and competent. And I love writing little mannerisms for him (I’ve given him a few quirks, namely mirroring people’s actions without realizing it and grabbing onto the handle of his sword as an almost comfort reflex). Admittedly I can’t think of anything I don’t like… he’s probably my favorite character to write for overall right now.
@keylovesstuff I wish I had answers for you, but I honestly don’t. 😭 I was 13 the last time I wrote or read Pucca fanfiction, and that was also 13 years ago. I don’t remember much of anything that went through my head at that time… and I cringe at my old writing too much to go back and re-read it. 😅 I’m so sorry!!
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
Honestly? I love the implication that she’s perfectly capable of holding her own, she just usually doesn’t bother because she knows she has a stocky little plumber who will answer her every beck and call. Unconventional answer, maybe, but it makes her that much more fun in my eyes. 😂
Summarized by this quote from Fortune Street:
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
I love how everyone really leans into her girliness rather than tomboyifying her, honestly. There’s historically been an air of “Ugh, she’s so GIRLY, which makes her BLAND” around characters like her, but at least since I’ve been in the fandom people seem to embrace her frilliness and ditziness without dehumanizing her for it.
8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?
It’s not hugely widespread within the fandom itself, but I see it in general — characterizing her as vapid or ungrateful, with no agency of her own. I’m especially talking about the people who put her down for Odyssey’s (admittedly controversial) ending. “Uuuuuugh she’s so ungrateful, Mario went to the moon to save her and she cucked him” he saved her from a forced marriage and then got into a cockfight with the guy who tried forcing her into that marriage… over a MARRIAGE PROPOSAL, she had EVERY RIGHT TO SAY NO
It’s not Peach’s fault Nintendo was too fucking cowardly to give us the ending we actually wanted. 😭
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Strawberrycore. She would ROCK strawberrycore.
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
My introduction to Peach outside of vague mainstream acknowledgement was when I played Super Princess Peach in the third grade, and I loved her from the get-go! She was just so cute to me. And I feel pretty much the same way now; she’s such a fun character, more than people give her credit for.
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Random Writing Dialogue Prompts (Because this shit’s gettin old)
Yeah I know I haven’t done a masterlist and may or may not in the future, but guys, I really, really miss alot of writer/reader interaction and miss writing for other people. Please, don’t be afraid to send in requests, blurbs, thoughts, anything. Minors are strictly forbidden as is hate-anon. I’m all for constructive criticism, but if it’s hateful, that shit’s getting flushed down the Tumblr crapper faster than ya’ll can blink. Taking requests for Top Gun Maverick (literally any character), Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale, Catch 22 (Hulu), Salem’s Lot and Press Play.
1. “This is one hell of a journey......and it’s only gonna get tougher from here”
2. “It’s a full moon tonight.....you know what that means”
3. “I’m so tired.....” “I know.....but I’m here....just keep going”
4. “Hey, don’t give me shit, I’ve got naked baby photos of you Mister!”
5. “So did you two actually do it?? Or are you just yanking my chain?”
6. “Who the fuck goes to New Mexico and doesn’t bring sunscreen??”
7. “HELP!!!! THE GHOUL IS LOOSE!!!”
8. “And you told me this was a stupid idea”
9. “Alright sweetie, bite down on this piece of wood, the doctor’s gonna pop your shoulder back into place”
10. “It’s a shitty night and all I wanna do is curl up in our bed and watch Stargate Atlantis”
11. “What exactly is in this thing....?” “I dunno, but my gram said it’ll clear you out in a few hours”
12. “You’re teaching this shithead how to drive, not me”
13. “This house is turning into a fucking moneypit, I think we need to call a contractor”
14. “The picture is moving.....why is the picture moving??”
15. “You know this happens every time I buy a block of cheese and you end up eating it all”
16. “I need some help with dinner”
17. “BEST VACATION EVER!!!!”
18. “We don’t need a kitchen, we can cook that right here on the beach”
19. “I can’t believe THAT’S what you idiots have been doing in my basement all these years!!!”
20. “You didn’t just eat those brownies in the back of the fridge, did you??”
21. “I’m running on less than two hours of sleep and no coffee”
22. “Just take a breath and tell me what you need”
23. “Don’t worry sweet pea, it’s just the angels bowling”
24. “You sure it’s supposed to go like that??”
25. “You took care of me when I needed it most......now it’s my turn”
26. “This song reminds me of you.....that’s why it’s important to me”
27. “I want you to draw me like one of your French girls” (SMUT)
28. “I didn’t know you could draw so well”
29. “Wanna join me at the swim spot?”
30. “Couldn’t run this place without you”
31. “I think I’m getting sick again”
32. “Promise me we’ll find a quiet spot somwhere out west where we can live out our days in peace and quiet together?”
33. “I don’t mind being here, it’s nice and quiet and it’s peaceful too”
34. “You did so good.....I’m so proud of you”
35. “C’mon, I don’t need a nurse, I need rest”
36. “Pretty soon this book collection is gonna be out of control”
37. “Check out what I got at the tag sale down the street!!!”
38. “OH MY GOD YOU FOUND A PUPPY!!!!!”
39. “Think it’s time we trade in this old clunker, I’ve had to fix the engine at least twenty times this year”
40. “Give me two seconds and I’ll make you a drink”
41. “I just spent half the morning putting slug repellant in the garden, I want a shower”
42. “I leave them alone in Home Depot for a half an hour and THIS is the evidence”
43. “C’mon, you looked like Wile. E Coyote chasing Roadrunner”
44. “Here, drink some water, you look like a starved plant”
45. “You really think this is the best way to chop down a dead tree?”
46. “It’s the best hangover cure you’re ever gonna get”
47. “It’s so hot but I want skin to skin with you” (SMUT)
48. “Keep itching like that and you’ll be red all over”
49. “Your poor feet have got to be hurting, let me help you”
50. “I fixed your favorite sweater so you wouldn’t have to”
#top gun maverick#Outer range#bad times at the el royale#catch 22 hulu#salem's lot#press play#pete maverick mitchell#bradley rooster bradshaw#robert bob floyd#natasha phoenix trace#mickey fanboy garcia#jake hangman seresin#javy coyote machado#reuben payback fitch#rhett abbott#miles miller#major major#ben mears#harrison knott
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No one gives a shit about you assholes who don't want a queer relationship to exist because homophobic assholes are more valid to you people than sapphic RWBY fans. Fuck you.
Hiiiii idiot. I LITERALLY WANT QUEER RELATIONSHIPS IN RWBY. You moronic twig, you literally read a post that said 'I think that RWBY should have always had queer characters, I want more queer characters, I want Blake and Yang to be confirmed as queer and I think they should have been confirmed as queer for years,' and because I'm not bowing down to the writers - who are the people who have actually kept RWBY from having queer main characters - and praising them for having not even done the bare minimum yet you decided to attack me. WHY the fuck do you think I'm actively demanding queer main characters from this show? What the fuck do you actually want from me, as a queer person? Take this energy you're directing at A QUEER RWBY FAN and tell it to Miles Luna, the person who actually kept Blake and Yang from being confirmed as queer for ten years. You're literally doing the exact same unfair dumb shit I said you shitheads would do, by God get a mirror and realize you're the only person attacking a queer person right now.
BTW, the amount of queer ships I have can go to the freaking moon it's so long, you don't get to invalidate me just because I ship Yang with Weiss instead of with Blake, you dipstick. Fuck you for endlessly defending a shit abusive bigoted company and their shit show over actually giving a crap about queer people who want more and better queer rep like me. :P
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uhhhh,may I ask for one more?I'm not tryign to be annoying,I just really like your posts.
Carlos Madrigal and Y/N headcanons?
Carlos Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
summary:
— A bunch of my headcanons of what I think it would feel like to be in a relationship with Carlos Madrigal.
genre:
— headcanons
notes:
— gender-neutral reader
warning/s:
— none
a/n:
— ok this is my first initial headcanons for Carlos as your bf, enjoy
Carlos is a literal amateur when it comes to romance so when he met you The Swan by Saint-Saens starts playing and he begins panicking lmfao
He probably doesn't have a specific type but he likes someone who's patient, understanding, and honest.
He has no fucking clue how to flirt so he either just stares at you until you like him back or pulls stupid pranks on you to get your attention.
Does his research on how to pull the moves on you, he's great at pretending that he has an idea how to flirt
HE WOULD 100% DEFINETLY & ABSOLUTELY SERENADE YOU. He's amazing at playing the guitar and has a beautiful voice. Bonus: this is what I think his singing voice would sound like in English - Spanish
Is bad at recognizing emotions but eventually accepts it with your help
He'd probably wait for you to confess first or he'll find the perfect opportunity when you two are alone to profess his feelings
Carlos "no this is not a date, haha no, I did not ask you to hang out with me in this specific place and waste time together like we're the only people in the world, fuck no" Madrigal
As for his ideal date, I have a feeling Carlos is the type who isn't picky. Like, he's satisfied as long it's only you and him, alone together. HE REALLY LOVES CLOUD/STAR GAZING!!!11!1!. He's definitely not the kind to like public dates, try taking him out in one he'll deny that it's even a date lmao
He definitely doesn't like PDA, only shows his clinginess when alone together. Carlos loves to trap you in his arms too
He would absolutely call you names as his form of endearment (i.e shithead, fuckwad, dumbass, etc.) but there are rare moments where he'll call you darling, amor, mi vida etc.
Carlos won't admit it but he likes the endearments you have for him lmao
100% an attention monger only for you. He'll do anything if it means getting your attention, he lives for the way your eyes would always be on him whatever he does, your attention means a lot to him.
I feel like Carlos is a sentimental person (of course, he won't admit it out loud). Like, he would give you a gift for your anniversary that is handmade (i.e a framed picture of you two or food) instead of expensive stuff like jewelry and clothes.
He never had a matching bracelet/ring/necklace before so when you bought one for you two, Carlos projects into the moon. He'll most likely prefer something subtle like a ring or necklace that he can hide or show off and also that would go with any outfit. He likes to kiss that piece of matching jewelry whenever he misses you so much.
He won't say it, but he would love to have a locket with your picture just like his Abuela. So, if you ever give him one, he'll probably fucking cry lmfao
Carlos is a private person in general but he's willing to open up to you if you give him time. He's aware that he can be hard to deal with sometimes so he's forever grateful for your patience.
"You can drag me through hell if it meant I can hold your hand" - Carlos Madrigal
Ok, whenever you two would have a fight he's the most verbally aggressive between you two. As much as he likes to prove that he's right, Carlos doesn't like it when you two disagree on something.
[Angsty] Carlos, when angry, would say really nasty stuff. He'll cuss you out during an argument and would knock shit down or punch the wall. Don't worry, I don't think he'll even try hitting you that's why he's taking out his anger with something else.
He'll need some space after a fight to think and calm down, he realizes his mistake and that he misses you but doesn't verbally say sorry immediately. Like, he would silently walk into the room where you are and just stand there for a moment. Carlos would slowly go closer to you and would try to hold your hand. If you're still angry, he'll understand but won't distance himself away from you though he won't also say a word.
Once you two are on good terms, it just smoothly goes back to normal. You and he would say sorry and then go watch a movie or do something normal to make it up.
He likes to shapeshift to prank/scare/make fun of you, it's his form of showing affection. When he takes it too far, he'll stop shapeshifting for like a few days or even a week and apologize.
Carlos is a thoughtful, overprotective, and a bit of a jealous type. Don't blame him, you showed up in his life and now he has taken upon him to look after you with his entire soul.
He's also sweet, considerate, and polite at given moments. He never forgets to greet you good morning or good night. He'll ask you about something before doing it and respects your decisions.
Carlos is definitely a night person, he's more chill in the day but at nighttime, he's more chaotic lmao. Occasionally, it's either you or he who will propose an idea to go on a midnight adventure (i.e taking a stroll out at night, going to convenience stores, etc.)
He's a very nosy observant person, he knows what makes you laugh and irritates you. Mans probably have a notebook filled with lists of your likes and dislikes. You'll be like "how do you know I like [example]?" and he'll smirk and say "a lucky guess"
He's shit at dancing but loves to slow dance with you at parties if he ever feels comfortable.
Since Carlos likes to spend a lot of time alone with you, I think some of the activities you two would do indoors are watching a movie, him teaching you how to play the guitar, playing video games, and just cuddling under the covers.
Idc what everyone says, Carlos is as equally dramatic as Camilo. Say shit like "I wanna break up with you" (jokingly ofc), his eyes will go dark and he'll lose his mind and then ask you "Is there somebody else? I'll disconnect their bones from their joints". Pretty scary and overdramatic lol.
Omg I feel like he enjoys it when you play or fix his hair. He loves the feeling when your hands would gently run through his curls to give him a slight massage or when you would brush his hair. If you know how to style hair, he'll keep the bun/brain/ponytail on for 24 hours.
He's a lurker on social media, active 24/7 but not really posting shit, so you kinda dump him with random shit you'll see online like "this reminded me of you" and he'll watch it. He does the same too but mostly memes so when you're feeling down, you'll just backread to find anything to cheer you up.
He's addicted to making Spotify playlists for you lmfaoooooo
Carlos likes to get into one of your interests. Like, if you like a specific genre of music, he'll listen to it and he would save it because it reminded him of you. If you have hobbies like embroidery, drawing, gardening, dancing, etc. he'll watch videos of it online to learn about it to impress you.
I know I said he hates public dates, but he would LOVE to take you with him to a concert by his favorite band. He'll carry you on his shoulders so you can see better and shit.
The moment he made his relationship public with you, his entire family is losing it. Crying, cheering, Camilo making fun of him. He would rather have that than them disapproving of you.
He invites you for dinner with his family, he's tenser because his family is there. And then Carlos would say something "Hey amor can you pass me the cream?" and then he'll slap his hand over his mouth and watch in horror as the Madrigals go silent and break into hysterics. (I also headcanon that most of the family is very dramatic except for Julieta, Bruno, or Abuela lmao)
After the horrifying incident of Carlos literally calling you the love of his life, he would be lying if he said he didn't want you to come over for dinner next time.
You also invite him over for your family to get to know him. At first, your family is skeptical of his behavior until they saw him making you laugh and happy. They all melt at the sight and decided that Carlos is really a sweet boyfriend.
His first-ever kiss with you was phenomenal. Like Real People Do by Hozier playing at the back of his mind. He'll steal whatever moment he has to kiss you on the lips.
Carlos would also like to kiss you on one of your temples, the bridge of your nose, and the corners of your mouth. He'll mess with you sometimes when the nape of your neck is bare, he'll either kiss or lick it to watch you squirm.
He'll plan to propose to you when you're older but it's either you beat him to it or he chickens out lmao
Bonus: here's a playlist to go along with the headcanons <3
masterlist
#encanto#disney encanto#carlos madrigal#carlos my beloved#carlos madrigal my beloved#carlos madrigal x reader#carlos madrigal x y/n#carlos x you#carlos x reader#carlos y/n#carlos madrigal headcanon#encanto headcanons#jay's headcanons™️
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my year in fic <3
thank you @arakhnee for the tag <33 ily /p
(chronological order)
so please hurry (leave me) - posted, completed, 1.2k words
She’d leave her keys in the car. Someone would steal it, surely, but after what had been stolen from Mary, a car was so insignificant. She wouldn’t come back, either way, she knew she wouldn’t, so she would never need it again. She promised herself she wouldn’t visit Great Britain again, and most certainly not bloody London.
how a saint could love a flower - posted, completed, 1.7k words
Because Mary was everything, the sun in the sky, the moon of the nights, the sky’s stars, she gave the world life and love and joy and laughter, and she was Lily’s, her muse, her lover, her everything.
your lips, my lips (apocalypse) - posted, wip, 4.5k words
She loved Stevie Nicks. And it might sound cliché, but her favorite song was Edge of Seventeen. It reminded her of those late nights she spent with Mary and Marlene at that stupid camping site back when they were fourteen. Lily remembered how she smoked her first cigarette in the bathroom of their cabin, in that old bathroom with light blue tiles and a yellowing bathtub, to the tune of this song.
i'll break your pretty face - posted, wip, 8.5k words
Marlene moaned, dramatically. “They’re all fucking ugly! They all look like backward apes who haven't seen the sun ever since the day they have been born! The only one that’s a bit more decent is Freddie, and I only like his haircut, because, let’s face it, it’s cool. I’d get a haircut like that too. But besides that, they’re all, like, extremely ugly.”
the girl gone cray - posted, wip, 22.1k
“Who the fuck are you?”
She smiled to them, and it made their blood boil. "Who are you? That is the real question."
rock 'n' roll, baby! - posted, wip, 12.5k words
“Smiling at your phone like a loser again, Cas?” Regulus asked, leaning against the doorframe. “Thought we were over the lovesick teenager phase.”
all the sinners (sin again) - posted, wip, 1.6k
He had died during their war, which became almost like an old wives’ tale, something that spilled out of ex-warriors and people that lived through it after glasses of wine and something that grandparents and mothers and fathers told the children about, but it was something that seemed so far away to the little ones, they listened to the stories as if they were something entirely fictional, death and bloodshed being just stories of the past, that could never happen again because Voldemort had died.
people stared (at the make up on his face) - not posted, wip
"Thea, or Hea," The other man said absentmindedly, grabbing a Coca Cola from the fridge. "She doesn't care, call her whatever."
"Thea... short for? Theodora?"
"Shithead," Rudy grinned, closing the door with his foot.
tagging: @enbysiriusblack, @littlequeers, @mad-elia, and anyone else who want to participate!
#my year in fic#oh my god i have so many wips this is getting out of hand 😭 /lh#ylml#ibypf#tggc#rnrb#atssa#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#mary macdonald#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#regulus black#dorlene#wolfstar#jegulus#my writing#my fics
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Thinking about how FCG genuinely seemed to buy into what the Ruby Vanguard was selling. Because of course for them, a clean slate sounds fantastic. They just learned that they are actually an assassin robot. That they were the one who murder their previous party. That there could have been more people they’ve killed.
And then some guy tells you that some higher being could make that all go away. That if freed Predathos will free everyone from it all and everyone gets to start over.
To someone like FCG? That’s the best news they could have gotten. Think about their reaction to Shithead. They were convinced that the bird was a manifestation of their sins come to punish them. We thought Orym has guilt issues? FCG can rival him in that because FCG’s issue is that he can’t even remember if he did anything wrong and he can’t remember what he did wrong.
To hear that you hurt someone but you can’t remember what you did? How do you make up for that? How do you atone if you have no memory of the incident? How can you move on from trauma that you don’t know the root cause of? Getting told someone can give you a redo is the best news. It’s a shortcut to feeling better. I mean we all have been tempted by the idea of getting to redo a moment where we fucked up.
But this is the koolaid that the Ruby Vanguard is selling. And the scary part is that it seems like they truly believe it. I personally think Ludinus does not buy what he’s selling. Because this is the ultimate tactic to recruitment. He finds people like FCG, like that guy. They’ve experienced trauma, they’ve had a bad lot, they’re broken down. And he sells them the dream.
What’s scary about Ludinus is that he’s not Trent. He knows that breaking people doesn’t work. He’s seen what becomes of that with Caleb. You cannot abuse someone into following you, it only leads to a knife in your back. No, what Ludinus does is he finds the broken, the desperate and he “lifts” them up. He offers that dream of a second chance. Of power. Of being more. Because he knows that once you buy into the dream, he’s got them. Once they buy in, he can manipulate you to die for him, to kill for him.
The guy they captured was ready to die for the cause. If he wasn’t magically compelled, he wouldn’t have spilled. He’s all in. Because Ludinus has promised that Predathos will make all that religious trauma he experienced go away. It’s his revenge. And now he doesn’t even hear the insane amount of holes in the plan. Like every question the BH bring up is valid. How do you know that Predathos won’t just fuck the mortals over too?
This is Ludinus’ MO. I mean how do you think Essek went with the CA for his research. Of course Essek willingly chose to do so and probably saw through the bullshit real quick, but Ludinus definitely played the sympathetic card. The “oh of course I understand how it feels to not have your research funded and appreciated. Your talents are being wasted” card. He’s lawful evil. He knows how to play the game vs Trent’s oozing chaotic evil everywhere he goes. Jester literally thought he was an okay dude after meeting him and had to be reminded that he helped hold Nott’s family hostage.
And honestly it’s not just FCG this would appeal to. All of BH’s have that desire in them. It’s just that a good chunk of them have good detecting bs meters. Truly it’s, Fearne and FCG that could be swayed. And that’s the scary part. Because in that moment Imogen understands the guy and why he’s doing what he’s doing. And now it’s not just evil moon obsessed people. It’s people that have been manipulated and swayed under some charismatic fuck. It’s not just a cult full of faceless evils. It’s them staring down at that temptation to give into what’s easy. They need to be stopped of course but boy did it get so much more complex.
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