#as always. sorry this is so long. the hyperfixation wants me dead.
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dndads couple songs
okay. i wrote out all of this, and then deleted it all by accident as soon as i finished, so now i’m rewriting it. originally oakworthy was on here too as a bonus ship, but it ended up being the only thing i didn’t delete and so it’s getting cut out of spite. fuck them kids. no one gets to know what small musician’s song i assigned to the freaks.
anyways! i like to collect songs that remind me of the relationships between the parents of both seasons, and i thought it would be fun to share my top picks for them all here with some of my reasoning :D i’m smart. come closer. look at my music, boy/girl/enby/etc.
Season 1: Odyssey
Darryl/Carol - I’d Have to Think About It by Leith Ross
I had a few different options for them but this is the best choice
Yes, I know this is a lesbian song. Hear me out: I am a lesbian and I like them.
They need to be divorced so badly but I truly think Darryl will be in love with Carol forever
“I’ve been a liar and you’ve been a pill” LITERALLY THEM?? Darryl lies about his life/feelings and Carol is hard to talk to, that’s literally them, oh my GOD. Please see my vision
Henry/Mercedes - Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)
Literally the easiest song on this entire list
They’re hippies. They’re so fucking in love. I rest my case
I picture it from Mercedes’ perspective (just because Henry is a druid, so things literally grow wherever he goes), but it works both ways
Ron/Samantha - Lay All Your Love On Me by Dominic Cooper and Amanda Seyfried
Yes, it’s important that it’s the Mamma Mia version and not the ABBA original, because Cooper’s verses fit Ron and Seyfried’s verses fit Samantha
“I wasn’t jealous before we met”, “And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice”, etc. are so so Ron about Terry Sr.
“I still don’t know what you’ve done with me, A grown-up woman should never fall so easily” Samantha is so so in love with Ron despite the bizarre way they met
In conclusion: this song is so them, thank you
Glenn/Morgan - I’ll Never Love Again by Hamilton Leithauser
I have a few different Glenn/Morgan songs but we’ll go with the sad one because I love it
I don’t need to explain this one. You get it from the title. He never loved again (until he met another timeline version of her, I guess).
Jodie/Morgan - Wedding Singer by Modern Baseball
I do need to explain this one because I have a very specific interpretation of the song that may not be entirely accurate, but it’s real to me
This song is about a dying relationship that you feel like you should be able to fix, but you just can’t
This song is about to clinging to your past even though everyone just wants to move on
This song is about being unsure if your lover is your lover anymore. This song is about love not being what romantic movies have shown it to be. This song is about being stuck in a relationship that is on its last legs and you can’t tell if you want to let it go or fight for it kicking and screaming.
Most importantly, it is about Jodie’s endless pining over his ex-wife!
“The selfish side likes to think that my execution’s more of an honest one, these artists all cut cloth with underscore” is definitely aimed at Glenn, by the way. ‘My pathetic pining over you is more honest than whatever he’s doing with you and his dead no longer real wife.’ etc etc
Season 2: Quest
Grant/Marco - God in Jeans by Ryan Beatty
If you know this song, you know I don’t even have to explain this. But I will, because I love this song.
God in Jeans is about worshipping your homosexual lover like he’s your God, and how rewarding it can be to place your love in trust in him
Grant placing his love and trust in Marco despite everything that has happened to him is so deeply personal to me, and this song is essentially all about that
Also Grant just needs more Catholic guilt. He also needs to kiss his husband more. Please. Please I miss Marco so much
Sparrow/Rebecca - Strawberry Mentos by Leanna Firestone
This was another one that was hard because I had too many options. This time, I went for the happy one, because I know I can make it sad but also it’s a happy song and I really want Sparrow to be happy
This song is all about comparing your love to something sweet! Rebecca runs an ice cream parlor! It all adds up!
“So I pick up black licorice from every candy aisle even though I hate the taste of it, because I know when I kiss you, it’ll make you smile” Sparrow is shown to sacrifice parts of himself to accommodate the people around him, and molds himself to fits others whims. This is the sad part.
“You’re not afraid of your feelings and you’re not afraid of mine” Rebecca is shown to be confident in herself. She’s a girlboss. I think Sparrow depends on that sort of sturdiness a lot, since he’s… y’know, Sparrow. Having someone who is so confident in themself helps him be more confident in their relationship
“Taking weekly trips to my dentist, but I know it’s worth it” Sparrow looks over the faults in their relationship (cough cough THE AFFAIR cough) because he wants this marriage to work. He loves his wife!
That’s the end of my case, thank you
Lark/Rebecca - Rebecca by Against Me!
Literally no fucking contest
We are not in love but we ARE fucking. I’m obsessed with you. There’s vague implications that I might have feelings for you but we will never address it because neither of us want more. The song is literally about a woman named Rebecca
It’s their song. Moving on
Terry Jr./Veronica - Be Your Man by Ivan & Alyosha
This feels like a bit of a weak pick but it’s just so them, okay?
The entire song is about wanting to be a dedicated husband to your wife. Terry Jr. does everything in his power to fit himself into Veronica’s life and be a part of her family
Plus, considering what we know about Veronica’s ex-husband, I think Terry would do his best to be almost overly giving and caring in contrast to him
It’s a sweet song, Terry is a sweet man, and this song is so so so them
Nicky/Cassandra - Breathless on DVD by Antarctigo Vespucci
Not to brag, but my Nicky playlist on Spotify has two whole likes. This does not mean that I am confident in this pick. It’s really hard for me to narrow down a song that fits their vibe considering they don’t interact
The closest we get to them interacting is Cassandra saying Nicky was a good man, and also that they’re divorced. I also feel like maybe it was said that they argued, but I may have imagined that based on the divorce line? I dunno
Breathless on DVD is a song about an ex-relationship that ended in a place you’re not fully happy with, and looking back on it now, you’re not sure how you feel about the relationship as a whole
“I wanted to see you to see if I still wanted to see you, but that’s not fair” Being unsure what you even want anymore, etc etc
It’s a reach, I’m sorry, but their vibes are so hard for me to pin down personally LOL
BONUS: Jodie/Scam - She Hates Me by Puddle of Mudd
The girls are fightiiiing lmao
#mine#dndads#music#collapses. i rewrote it. wahoo#not at all relevant to anything happening in canon rn btw#just something ive been thinking about for ages now#as always. sorry this is so long. the hyperfixation wants me dead.
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Arg okay so- I recently got a hyperfixation on this 15 year old game, and have been desperately searching around for content like a hungry raccoon. I can not understate my excitement when I found this blog was active, so preemptively, thank u for posting in general 🫶
I would also like to say that I am extremely touch deprived, and usually avoid affection, that is until I’m super tired or drunk. Then I start confessing my love like a poet in a bad historical fiction. Like I just can’t help how in love I am with this person and don’t have the energy to hide it. How would the mercs be with someone like that? If you don’t feel like writing all of them just Sniper, Scout, and Miss Pauling. Thank you so much for ur time ❤️🫶
Ur very welcome!💖 sorry this took so long or if it’s weird😵💫 been busy and a bit uninspired🥴💖 pls enjoy!
TouchStarved!Reader confesses to mercs and Miss Pauling
Includes: Scout, Sniper and Miss Pauling
Scout💖
You could tell Scout liked you. To his awkward touching to poor flirting, all the way down to his constant attempts of impressing you (which almost always resulted in him dead). You liked him back, but didn’t know how to tell him. Work always got in the way
One night after taking a shower, you trudged back to your room in your pyjamas. You swung the door open, so ready to sleep when you spotted a certain someone sitting on your bed
“Oh, hey, Scout. So weird! I thought that this was my room!” You gasped sarcastically
Scout laughed nervously, and you smiled back playfully. You crept over and sat next to him on your bed, placing a hand on his shoulder
“What’s up? You have a nightmare again?” You continued to tease
Scout sputtered bashfully, trying to ignore your hand on him. You both liked it though. You loved how warm and toned he felt
“You’re real funny. Ya know that?” He chuckled. “But no. There was something I actually wanted to ask you…”
Your tired eyes slowly blinked, and your hand on Scout’s shoulder slowly slung around his neck. He seemed surprised at your gesture, cheeks growing red
“Me too…” you whispered
He stared at you wide eyed, but you were too sleepy to meet his gaze. Craving his warmness, you moved both of your arms around his neck and inched closer to him
“I know I don’t show it all the time, but I do like you. You’re sweet.” You smiled tiredly
Scout sputtered for his words again, but didn’t get very far. You let out a soft chuckle, inching closer to him
“Really? That was… kinda what I was gonna tell you.” He finally managed to choke out
You grabbed one of Scout’s bandaged hands, and gently placed it on your waist. He quickly got the memo, and immediately wrapped his arms around you. You hummed in content, feeling as if you could fall asleep right there
“Really.”
You pulled Scout into a desperate kiss, cupping his face and not letting him get away for a second. Not that he wanted to… you loved the way his hands slid up your sides, feeling you up before finding their way into your hair
Sniper💖
You and the whole team were celebrating a great win one night at the base. Well, almost the whole team. Sniper was missing, hiding away in his van outside. After sharing a few drinks with the others, you finally mustered up the courage to go retrieve him
You stumbled out of the base, walking towards the old camper van out front. Your fist bashed against the door, hearing an annoyed grunt from behind it
“Sniper…” you called
The Sniper’s footsteps shook the van momentarily until he stopped at the door, swinging it open to find you there smiling
“What do ya want?” He demanded
You swayed slightly from the alcohol, but caught yourself on his van. “Why aren’t you inside? Everyone’s in there having fun!” You asked
Sniper rolled his eyes with a groan, moving to slam the door shut. Before he could, you forcefully pushed it back
“Wait, wait, wait!” You protested
He growled your name, “what?” He spat
“You don’t have to be mean to me. I just… miss you.”
Sniper opened the door fully, making you stumble forward before catching yourself. He looked down at you with a frown, but then sighed
“Fine.” He grunted, turning back into the van but leaving the door open
You scampered in after him, watching him sit back down on his messy bed. You swayed there awkwardly for a second, before moving down to sit on the floor
“Just sit here.” Sniper interrupted, patting the spot next to him once
You quickly obeyed, perching yourself next to him. He stared at you for a few moments, finally noticing how drunk you really were
“Go back inside.” He said
You shook your head. “No, not without you.” You touched his arm, but was quick to recoil back
Sniper’s shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes. “You don’t need me. Go back inside.” He repeated sternly
“But I like you. It’s not the same without you.” You frowned
The dark van was silent as you stared at each other. Sniper sighed again, and planted a hand on your shoulder. You nearly purred in response, inching closer
“I do, you know? I really like you.” You whispered
You gazed lovingly into his eyes, setting a hand on top of his that still sat on your shoulder. Sniper stared back, but with a more surprised look on his face
“Yer drunk… ya know that, right?” He said
You laughed breathlessly, leaning in even closer and setting your other hand on his thigh. “I know what I’m saying.” You purred
Sniper took his hands away and cupped your face with them. He ran his fingers through your hair, and you were practically melting at the touch. He leaned in to press a small kiss to your lips, not letting it linger for too long. Even though you wanted it to last forever…
Miss Pauling💖
Miss Pauling came to visit you and the other mercs at your base. You were pretty tired from working all day, but toughed it out to hang out with her anyway. You knew she liked wine, so you snatched something red from Spy’s smoking room
It was late and all the other mercs had gone to bed. You and Miss Pauling sat at the blackjack table alone, laughing together. You had your chair pressed up against hers just a little too close, but she didn’t seem to mind. You took a sip of your wine as she giggled about something, but you were too tipsy to understand what
You just glanced back at the women, setting your glass down with a smile. She stopped laughing after a bit, meeting your blurry gaze. The dim light above you flickered ever so softly, giving your lonely eyes a dull twinkle
“Miss Pauling…” you whispered
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to get the drunken words out. They didn’t come though, and it all went quiet. You glanced back up at Miss Pauling, noticing that she had been staring at you the whole time
You felt so cold and alone. You craved the girl’s touch as you knew it would be sweet. Instead of speaking up again, you just went in for the kiss. Miss Pauling almost immediately leaned in as well. You couldn’t believe she was so keen to kiss you back. You had no time to tense up or be shocked though. All you could do was melt into it
Miss Pauling placed her hands on your chest, then slid them up to wrap her arms around your neck. You made a happy noise into the kiss, in which she smiled in return. You wasted no time to slip your arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer
You were desperate to kiss her forever, but you had to pull away to catch your breath. You gave her small, gentle kisses as you did so, keeping your arms around her
“Miss Pauling, I…” you breathed, gazing into her green eyes
Miss Pauling blushed and fixed her crooked glasses. “Yeah…?” She smiled shyly
“I kinda like you.”
You felt dumb saying that now. It was quite obvious, how you were practically on top of her. Miss Pauling’s smile widened, and she brought a hand up to stroke some hair from your face. You nearly purred, leaning into her touch happily
“I kinda like you too.” She giggled softly
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Stressed Out
adaman x reader
(after a hell of a long hiatus, i am back from the dead! kinda. so, i'm not going to promise anything anymore as i apparently never know when inspiration is going to strike, and i never know where the hyperfixation will take me. i was trying to get this out for nine months now, but this was... not coming until tonight. sorry y'all for the wait, but here it is after all this time! also, this is my longest one to date. the others barely scratched 1000 words, some managing 1700, but this one... is a beast. it's near 3000 words. the inspiration to write struck me hard. hope you guys enjoy! )
reader is gender-neutral. they/them pronouns will be used if any pronouns at all.
finally, i bring to you this prompt
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Everything was overwhelming.
The past few weeks, the stress had been mounting as you fought tooth and nail to be seen as an asset rather than a nuisance. You wore yourself down to the bone, putting your heart and soul trying to please everyone so the suspicion would die down only for it to mount more and more with people with each passing day. You had already been cast out once, and earned your way back into the Galaxy team. So why were people still suspicious? How much would you have to do to gain everyone’s trust? Why did you constantly have to fight for everyone’s approval?
Why did the other clan leaders believe in you more than your own clan did?
All you craved was somewhere to call home again. Somewhere you could rest your head at night and simply sleep, rather than spending all your time being anxious about one wrong perceived move and you’d be kicked out of the village again. The stress felt like it was piling up on your already tense shoulders, and you felt so overwhelmed.
Everything was overwhelming.
Instead of slamming your fists into the first and cursing everyone to please, for the love of all that is holy, give me some credit — you got to work. Like always.
You’d overheard about a Zorua outbreak in the Alabaster Icelands, which was exactly what you needed. A young man in the village had asked to see the completed entry for Zorua, so this would be the perfect opportunity to finally cross this Pokemon off your to-do list. So, off you set toward the Pearl Clan settlement so you could check in in case something goes wrong. Even though you were far more trusting of Pokemon than others around you, you still didn’t underestimate the ones that were absolutely ready to kill you in a moment’s notice. Alpha Pokemon were far more angry than any other Pokemon you’d come across in your time.
Arriving in the Pearl settlement, the snow softly crunching under your boots, you hear not one, but two familiar voices to the side. Oh, Adaman is here as well. You vaguely remember them talking about a meeting about… something about traditions, or something? The details were fuzzy. You have been focusing far more on your own tasks and stresses than anything else.
Irida noticed your presence almost immediately and smiles, waving you over. Adaman joined along when he sees you as well.
“Well, our favourite Galaxy member is here! How are you?”
“I’m good, Irida, thank you.” You offer her a kind smile, keeping all your stresses tucked away neatly into a corner of your mind. Put them in a box, and file it away. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, but one that’ll at least get you through this. “How are you guys doing?”
“We’re just discussing our cultures and possibly having a party to mingle the clans a little easier,” Adaman responded easily, throwing up his three fingers as a hello with his signature grin that never fails to make you smile in return.
“Sounds like fun.”
“It isn’t.”
“Hey!” Irida responded, stomping her foot down with her hands clenched at her sides. “I’m not the one being unreasonable!”
“Yeah yeah,” he waved her off, then turned his attention toward you. “What brings you here?”
“There’s a Zorua outbreak around the Bonechill Wastes area, and I wanted to complete my research on this guy while I still have the chance.” You neglected to tell them someone from Galaxy wanted the information as well.
Adaman raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you have someone to come along with you?”
You opened your mouth to say no before Irida cuts in. “You volunteering? Provided you don’t freeze to death first,” she teased as she jabs him in the ribs playfully, and grinned at his responding yelp and pout. “Jesting aside — you really should have someone to accompany you. An Alpha Glalie tends to roam that area, and no one has dared to come close to it. It seems really powerful. I wouldn’t be comfortable with you going alone.”
Adaman pursed his lips in thought. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I feel like I’ve gotten a glimpse of that Glalie before.” He turned to Irida. “You said no one has come close to it before to know its true strength?”
She shook her head. “We’ve all been too scared to try.”
“I’m sure it won’t be a problem for me,” you interjected, trying to quell their fears. “After everything I’ve faced, it feels like I should be dead at minimum four times over.”
The clan leaders share a glance to each other. It seems they’re talking through just their looks, but what they could possibly be communicating is lost on you. “Adaman, please go with them. I would go if I didn’t have a meeting later on that I cannot miss. But I know you’ll keep them safe.”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“No,” both clan leaders respond at the same time.
You were split on this decision. Deep down, you did really like Adaman — and not just as a friend. Any time spent with him you keep near and dear to your heart. His smile that could light up a room and his long hair that you wanted to card your fingers through. But with the stress you’ve been under and how overwhelmed you’ve been, you’re unsure if you can handle a couple hours of him bitching about how cold it was. One too many comments and you weren’t sure if you could keep it all bottled anymore.
Yet, you also knew having someone with you would be more helpful than not. You didn’t know how strong the Zorua were going to be after all. If they ended up being feisty and ganged up on you, there’s no way you’d leave the battle unscathed. Add an Alpha Glalie to the mix and you’d be dead as dust in less than a heartbeat. You weighed your options (which, technically, they weren’t giving you any) and finally caved in. You weren’t gonna win this fight anyway. “Think you can talk about more than how cold it is?”
“I’m sure I can come up with something. But if it wasn’t so damn cold I wouldn’t complain about it all the time.”
“It’s not even that cold!” Irida scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “I don’t know how you don’t boil over in the Crimson Mirelands!”
“It’s barely warm enough there for me. It can get really cold by the water, y’know.”
“You’re both impossible,” you cut in to break off the sibling-esque fighting before it can truly start. “Now c’mon, I wanna get going before it gets dark outside.”
And off you and Adaman went, hands in your respective pockets.
You didn’t expect to fall in love with the Zorua like you did.
They were so cute with their flowy hair and expressive eyes. Most were on the attack if they saw you, but crouching down from a good distance away and just watching seemed to be okay. One had strayed away from the group toward you and Adaman, and you both held your breath so it wouldn’t notice you. It failed, as it did notice you, but it didn’t seem to be angry. It walked up to you slowly, and out of habit you gave it your hand to sniff so it wouldn’t see you as a threat.
It rubbed the side of its head against your hand, causing you to smile from ear to ear.
“You really do have a way with Pokemon, don’t you?” Adaman commented, watching everything with a small smile of his own. “They just trust you so implicitly. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
Your cheeks went up in flames at the compliment, but the cold would cover it up as they were already pretty red. “I think they can just sense that I’m not here to harm them.” You started to pet the Zorua behind its ear, causing its eyes to close. “Sometimes I feel like they’re the only ones that can.”
“What do you mean?”
Oops. You hadn’t meant for this to be a therapy session. “I just… I don’t know. I guess it feels like humans always think they’re about to be betrayed, stabbed in the back. One wrong move and you’re crucified. But Pokemon… They don’t seem to be that way. Some Pokemon can sense a good person when they see one. That seems to be… a lot more rare in humans.”
“I know you’re a good person,” Adaman said softly, putting one hand on your arm.
Before you can even think about a response or the fact he’s showing a more sensitive side of himself to you, a noise catches the three of you off guard.
“Shit,” you breathe, feeling your entire body freeze with fear. “The Alpha.”
You both bounce to your feet as the Alpha comes over the hill behind the Zorua and Adaman. You can see the Glalie is pissed off that people are invading its territory, and wants to get rid of the intruders. An ice beam begins to form, and before you can think, you jump in front of Adaman and the Zorua.
The blast hit you in full force.
Your fingers and feet go completely numb almost immediately, though it almost feels like you’re not even cold anymore. You almost feel warm, actually, and you know that’s an incredibly bad sign. The sky is a beautiful haze of orange and purple as the sun is setting behind the clouds, and for a moment you just take in the colours swirling in your vision. It feels like everything has a layer of clouds over it, and your mind feels stuffed full of cotton. Oh, this is probably a very bad sign.
You can hear a call of your name, as warbled and muffled as you heard it, but can’t really respond to it. Adaman lifted your torso and pressed your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you with his haori encasing you against him. The Zorua was curled in your lap, and you just felt… warm. You try to say thank you, but your lips feel tingly. Funny. You know you’re slurring even if you can’t hear much yourself. You try your hardest to communicate one word to Adaman.
“Camp.”
With that, though, you go unconscious.
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You have no idea how much time has passed, but the next thing you know, you’re nice and warm in a tent. Blankets are stacked on top of you, and the fire in the furnace is crackling softly. You’re cozy and warm, but something feels… different. You sit up a bit, and promptly look down.
Oh. You’re definitely not wearing the clothes that you were wearing when you were out hunting for Zorua. You were wrapped up in a yukata that you didn’t recognise, but definitely knew the pearl clan symbol and colours. You wrapped it closer to yourself, then wrapped the blankets around you tightly for warmth. The clothes you had been wearing were hanging over a rack by the stove, seemingly drying off after the long day they’d been through.
You didn’t really know what to do. You’re not even sure what you managed to accomplish for research, or what you’re wearing, or what time it is, or really… anything. You don’t know anything that’s happened since you were out with Adaman. Now, it seems you’re alone in this little area.
The tears fall before you even really mean them to.
When the first teardrop hit your hand, you realised what’s going on. The stress of everything was finally boiling over now that you feel comfortable and safe. You’re confused, but you’re comfortable and safe which is all you’ve wanted to feel for a while.
You allowed yourself to cry.
Trying not to be loud, you cry silently to yourself while wrapped up in blankets and the yukata, pulling the items tightly against you so you feel swaddled. You rock back and forth and let yourself have your small breakdown.
Until Adaman popped open the tent flaps to check on you, apparently.
Almost immediately your hands fly to your face to cover your tear-tracked cheeks and red eyes, burying your face into the softness of the blanket. You don’t say anything, and neither does he. But all it takes is him walking up and gently touching the top of your hair before you break completely.
The stress of everything came boiling over the edge, the fear of almost dying, the unknown of whether the research you obtained was enough to complete the entry on Zorua, whether you would have a home to go back to in Galaxy. Everything boiled up and you pressed the top of your head into Adaman’s stomach to cry.
He rubbed your back and shoulders gently as you sobbed, gently shushing you and reassuring you that you were safe, you were okay, everyone was okay. He was the much-needed rock in your mind to cling to so your head stayed above the water of emotions. Everything was going to be fine.
Everything was going to be fine.
Eventually your tears slowed and your breathing evened out, pulling away from Adaman to give him room and let him back up if he wanted. (You couldn’t help but notice he didn’t.) “I’m sorry. I didn’t… mean to break down.”
“You’ve been through a lot today, it’s understandable why you would.” Adaman sat down on the bed next to you and handed you a towel to wipe your face. “You’re in a spare tent right now, one they have set out for visitors or harmed individuals found in the wild. Do you remember what happened?”
You nodded, refusing to speak any words.
“You really scared me, y’know. When I saw that ice blast hit you, I… I saw you skid backward in the snow, and your lips were already blue. That was one of the scariest moments of my life, but I’m glad I went with you to keep you safe. Makes me want to go everywhere with you to always make sure you’re safe.”
An eyebrow raised as you look at him. “Wouldn’t that be a waste of your time?”
“Saving you wasn’t a waste of time. And I’d do it all over again, and again, just to keep you safe.”
You’re stunned speechless. You don’t know how to respond with words, so you do the next best appropriate thing — hug him. It starts as a side hug that quickly develops into a full hug, and by the way you’re both gripping each other… it seems neither one of you wants to let go.
“Adaman…” you whispered, holding him tightly. “Thank you. I couldn’t ask for a better —” you pause. You can’t say friend. He’s more than a friend at this point, in your heart, but that’s not something you can say. “— for a better person in my life. You’ve been so helpful to me, and I just… I’m so thankful for you.”
You can feel him smile against your shoulder, which makes you smile. “And I, you.”
He pulled back from the hug slowly, as if he was fighting himself. But he let go and instead stood up, grabbing the bowl he’d at some point set on the counter next to you. “I brought this in to try and wake you up to get something in your stomach, when… well, y’know.” Adaman rubbed the back of his neck. “You should get some warm food in your system though. It’ll help out.”
You grabbed the bowl of what appears to be some sort of soup, and you’re glad to have something else besides potato mochi to eat tonight. “Thank you.”
As you began to eat your soup, Adaman began to explain everything. “So that Zorua you saved came back with us. It’s sleeping with all your Pokeballs in Irida’s tent so she could keep an eye on them, and so they didn’t try to warm you too fast.” Ah, that explained the lack of Pokeballs with your clothes. “That Zorua seems pretty attached. I think you found yourself a new buddy.”
Both of you talk about the Zorua, about the research of all types of Pokemon and how it’s all going, talk about how cold it is and how much warmer the Crimson Mirelands is, how the clan meeting seems to be coming along well even through the bickering Irida and him do. Eventually, you finish your soup and set the bowl onto the chest next to you. Adaman clears his throat and begins to stand.
“It’s about time for sleep, so I guess I’ll —”
“Please stay with me.”
Adaman’s eyebrows shot through the sky as he looked at you. “What?”
“Please, stay with me. I could use another person here so I’m not… I’m not alone.” You bowed your head. “And I don’t want you to go. But if you do, I understand.”
Hands rest on your shoulders and you looked up, meeting his eyes and matching his smile. “I would love nothing more than that. I don’t want to leave your side. Not now, not…” he stopped, but you finished it.
“Not ever?”
He smiled warmly, and it warms your soul. “Not ever.”
“Then stay with me. Tonight, at least. We’ll figure out the rest later.”
“You got it.”
He slid under the blankets with you, and without a second thought, you curled up next to him for warmth. You were warm, but after how cold you were today… warm didn’t seem to be enough. Adaman’s arms wrapped around you protectively, and with your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat gently lulled you into a peaceful slumber.
#pokemon x reader#adaman x reader#reader x adaman#vaughnwrites#gender neutral reader#rises from the dead after nine months. finishes this all in one go. slumbers
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Random imodna thoughts about the last few episodes because I’ve sort of had put a stop to the hyperfixation in order to survive finals but WE’RE BACK and I need to rant about imogen temult and my favorite dead lady.
About the stormlord: Not too long ago Imogen broke my heart in two when she said that she’s been trying to talk to the gods her whole life and she’s been ignored by all of them. Now suddenly some lighting bitch is interested. I’m sorry but I stand my ground: the gods do not deserve Imogen Temult.
Laudna really went, AGAIN “if you feel like giving into the moon, I’ll support your every move, regardless of anyone's thoughts on who's good or who’s bad” and, oh my god, I get the sentiment. I also think that Imogen’s never done a single bad thing in her life and everyone else is wrong but this enabling behavior is making me freak the fuck out because above all I want is for her to be ALRIGHT.
About imodna: MARISHA AND LAURA ARE COOKING. I know it. 4sd confirmed it in my opinion. Marisha said she’s been thinking non-stop about Imogen’s words during the truth trial. So much tea dropped, actually: marisha’s comment about laudna being dead, therefore, having no future. So many thoughts on that, but mainly laura's reaction to the comment summarize's it all pretty well; she (marisha) was crazy excited about playing out relationship conflict + Laura basically confirmed that the whole thing with Delilah was going to affect their intimacy. I need them to get a minute on screen to get those issues to surface SOON.
JUSTICE FOR IMOGEN’S GLASSES (unrelated to imodna, but still so so relevant)
Can we just turn it back up for a moment and remember that not that long ago laudna was reliving her worst traumas and made Imogen promise to move on after she inevitably lost herself to Delilah, then Imogen sobbed her eyes out to a god and begged for someone’s help to save the woman she loves only for the raven queen to send an ominous sign, then laudna disappeared, spend a night with Delilah away from Imogen and returned totally regressed and barely lucid only to then make everyone cry by gifting a doll to Ashton (who had almost died) and say “love is pain. But it’s also warmth. I was so cold last night.” Then imogen took off her circlet, said some pretty heavy stuff and gave into the storm. I- just- can we go back to when they were kissing in supermarkets and announcing their relationship to dead pirates, and calling each other beautiful, and keeping each other in the forefront of their mind whilst floating down an ancient tree.
Another random thing that won’t let me sleep from 4sd was “Imogen always wants to know, and she would want to know if she went bad or not.” laura.bailey. Joke's on her, though, because regardless of what she chooses Imogen will always just be the best girl and her gf agrees, so that’s that.
Still forever funny, that one laudna comment about making everyone accountable. BITCH WHEN?
#this has been on my drafts for like a week?#wasn't going to post but i need hype for this week's ep on the tag#where is the discourse#let's all freak the fuck out about them pls#i know that nothing big happened on the moon last ep because i couldn't watch live but now we're back and shit's going down#imodna#southern gothic#critical role#imogen temult#c3#campaign 3
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Aite, Jay's thoughts on Restoration now that the emotional dust has settled.
My non-spoiler thoughts are... it's okay, a love letter to the series? No. A love letter to fans? For the most part.
No shade to RT, Burnie or anyone who worked on this, they did what they could, and had time for. This is going to be loooooong as its my full summary of the movie as a long-time fan, RvB is my special hyperfixation/interest. Spoilers below the cut.
Alright, to start. I personally will believe that s14-17 are cannon, and that Restoration is a simulation/Jax movie/AU/Alternate ending./what have you. I believe this for many reasons, but let's get the Big 3 out of the way first.
1. Sarge's death. I understand it's inclusion, and I understand that with the anvil and steel boot of WB it was hard to produce something of immense quality. Sarge had been a consistent key player and many of us expected this.
But his death was... wrong. It didn't feel impactful, he didn't die a Sarge death. While the reasoning was good (saving Caboose) the execution and runtime made it feel sloppy and just a plot driver(barely). He deserved a much more heroic send-off, and this comes from a avid Red Team supporter, so this should have impacted me. If Sarge had a proper heros death (and the movie had more time), set in a similar vein as Church (or even like he would have died to Meta in s8) then I think I would have had a lot more feelings, and I think it would have also allowed me to accept it much easier, I'm not insanely upset at Sarge dying(however I still would prefer them all to be happy), im upset at how it was handled.
2. Doc's death. Alright, this one peeves me a bit. I LOVE the idea at play, I personally even think it works with Wash given their history in S8, it is a really good reveal. But this also means Doc, an integral character who's been there since Season 2. Doc, who had been the most mistreated and abused character--and JUST got over being overshadowed by O'Malley in universe(S17)... died off screen. And that alone makes me not want to take this as cannon.
It was a moment of "WHAT??-wait." I like Doc, I like all the characters of RvB, but Doc dying off screen after the battle is not it. The Matt Hullum double kill is arguably funny, but I won't stand for Doc dying like this. Sorry.
And 3. The one that bit me the most, hold your sighs/tears; Grimmons. I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe that Grif would leave Simmons, or that Simmons wouldn't go with him. These two characters have been joint at the hip since episode one, they have been through EVERYTHING together. There is a LOT of subtext behind these two, Grimmons barely felt like a fan ship, if they revealed the two were married the entire time I wouldn't have batted an eye.
I don't like their ending. They should have either both went to earth, or both stayed in Blood Gulch. I understand Grif's entire thing was hating the military, but he loved his friends, he cared so much (saving Sarge MULTIPLE times despite Sarge still always bullying him, agreeing to go with Sarge and Caboose to fight the Meta even though he didn't have to, him throughout all of the Chorus Trilogy, and this is just the stuff that is cannon no matter what.), and I don't believe him simply being dismissed would have him leave, he stopped being apart of a proper military when Project Freelancer shut down, and while he was apart of Chorus they'd clearly been demoted/let go since they were ranked down to Privates in Restoration. (I also believe S15 handled the idea of them being moved after S13's ending far better)
And while I don't mind Simmons coming into his own as a leader, he dosent... have a team? They abandoned Lopez, Sarge is dead, Donut is an Admiral (likely for the UNSC), and Grif left. The Blues only have Caboose and Tucker. Carolina and Wash are likely going to go back to the hospital to let Wash heal (which is another thing). So its just Simmons, Caboose and Tucker alone in Blood Gulch? Doing... what exactly? Fighting? This is not a good ending for any of them and it barely makes sense. Id honestly have preferred a "where are they now" segment to this ending.
With those out of the way, lets go over a small lighting round of stuff i didn't like;
Wash felt like he was just there to tell us Doc died, and to get Carolina to the final fight. If you removed him entirely and just said "Carolina has been tracking Meta" nothing would change.
Carolina's inclusion felt like someone threw a cyan bolder into the script, her entrance being a homage to Maine's entrance in S10 was cool but she appeared out of nowhere.
I refuse to believe that after all of this none of them would be checking in on Wash, that man has been the glue of the Reds and Blues since he joined the team and I REFUSE to believe they would just dump him at an institution, however this is especially insane for Carolina. She would be with him every second.
Tucker was INSANELY underused, his moments of breaking through Sigma's control were good, but Tucker felt like he wasn't important. He should be, he should have been the main character of the story, he is the main character of Red vs Blue to me (after Church).
The way Lopez and Sheila were just abandoned is disrespectful. Its in character, and the whole gag but for a final season I dont want a gag like that in a finale. I wanted to see Lopez at that campfire scene imagining him not talking but enjoying the reminiscing. That would have been so sweet and nice. This also applies to Sheila.
The lack of Donut outside of a mention of him being an Admiral and the silly memory of him from Simmons is outrageous. He is a main character, we established this in S17 and retcon or not, he earned that development and it should have remained.
Grif was was insanely angry in the beginning, I imagine this more as Geoff because his performance throughout was probably the best of the movie. He's taken RTs closure hard and I completely understand him being upset, so this is barely a complaint.
Alright... with the negative out of the way, lets talk positive! i wish I could say my positives outweighed the negatives, but unfortunately that isn't the case, however I do have two big standouts.
1. The campfire scene. This, this scene alone is what adds a chunk to the positive section of my feelings. It was the scene that really gut punched me, the moment I heard Ed Robertson's voice I crumpled into tears (I am a HUGE Barenaked Ladies fan). The pure bittersweetness of watching these characters who have been through so much together finally taking a serious moment to reminisce is all I ever wanted from RvB. I wished with all my heart that Tucker, Church, Sarge, Donut, Doc, Lopez, and Sheila could share in it, who knows maybe Sarge and Docs ghosts popped by to listen. But, this is to me, what I wanted.
2. Agent Texas. This was good, this was REALLY good. The bait and swap to have Caboose bringing Tex back and not Church was good, and especially nice development from Caboose despite how rushed it feels. The kicker of this though? this Tex was not the same Tex as before. That reveal that this Tex was not based on the Directors memories of Allison's failure, but instead based on the Reds and Blues memories of her beating their asses is ACTUALLY insane, and a genius twist. And her getting her black armour plus the playing of Round One/Bullfight got me more hype then I was ever expecting to get from Restoration. I also believe that Tex finally being remembered properly and being able to move on with Church was heartwarming and very much deserved.
My negatives far outweigh the positives, but the positives are so good, and with it being the finale of 21 years worth of content I cant in the right mind say I dislike Restoration. I don't like it as the ending to Red vs Blue, call me bias (my favourite season is 15) but the trade off of development for the characters between Restoration and Shisno is just not worth it for me. Say what you will about the Shisno Trilogy but you cannot ignore that it gave us the much needed development for many characters, Grif and Donut standing out the most. While the "god"-plot is far fetched and out there, and I've heard that Tucker was character regressed in s16 (which I do not believe and will die on that hill but thats a topic for another day), or the inclusion of the Blues and Reds putting a wrench in some lore I still don't think it was all bad enough to warrant a retcon entirely. Who knows, maybe this was all planned from the start, or it was just because of WB. But this ending is not satisfying to me. I won't say its a bad ending, if I didn't like Shisno so much and never bothered to watch it I'm sure as a direct continuation from S13 I would have a much more positive look on it.
I also do believe that Burnie wrote it in such a way that you can decide for yourself if S14-17(and 18 if you enjoyed it) or Restoration is the cannon ending and to that I respect it.
So in short, my review of the final piece of official Red vs Blue content, is that its okay. A lot felt OOC, and plot was rushed and messy, things felt like they were all predetermined and not driven by the characters as is RvB's biggest strength. It was far too short and even still I generally don't like retcons. But for what it is, and the positive moments it brings I still think its good. Not cannon to me, but I will definitely be taking points from it into my personal cannon post-s17 (Admiral Donut my beloved, you would be so cool if you actually showed up).
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10 Characters • 10 Fandoms • 10 Tags
Thank you so much for the tag @fettuccin-e!! This one was a lot of fun to do and a welcome distraction before an appointment I am nervous to go to soon. I attempted to not make these all Charlie Cox characters (you already know I love Henry and Owen even though I had to include my main loves) and I included a couple of my gaming loves!
This is long (and quickly became a thirst post 😅) so gifs and answers below the cut!
Matt Murdock - Daredevil (Y'all saw this coming. He's my comfort character and the fictional man I'm forever in love with who happens to control my brain.)
Frank Castle - Punisher (I have tumblr to thank for having me fall for Frank. But LOOK AT HIM. I just want to see that man smile.)
Joel Miller - The Last of Us (yes, hello, surprise. I love him, too. Haven't played the games though but I'm tempted.)
Michael Kinsella - Kin (I'd marry him in a heartbeat. I don't care if he's killed people; let me just take care of you and drag you away from your family, Mikey)
Geralt of Rivia - Witcher games, books, & Netflix series (fell in love with him in the games and books and then even more seeing Henry Cavill's amazing portrayl of him despite my qualms with the Netflix show)
Daryl Dixon - The Walking Dead (been in love with him for years now and I can't stop wanting him 😫)
Sam Coe - Starfield (my current love: the DILF space cowboy who I love and will marry every iteration of in every universe in every playthrough. I cannot resist his voice and his jokes.)
Sam Winchester - Supernatural (my first hyperfixation and who I got into writing fanfic for years ago. Love you Dean but I will always love Sam more sorry not sorry.)
Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy (badass biker with a good heart and that face and body and tattoos. Need I say more?)
Eivor - Assassin's Creed Valhalla (my favorite of the games personally and I just love him and had to include him, okay?)
No pressure tags: @loveroftoomanyfandoms @theradioactivespidergwen @mattmurdocksscars @souliebird @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @yarrystyleeza @1988-fiend @mattmurdocksstarlight @sunflowersandsapphires @pastafossa @shouldbestudying41 @shiorimakibawrites @theetherealbloom @mattkinsella @hollandorks & anyone else who wants to join because these are fun to see (so I tagged a ton of y'all)
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adhd culture is being sad about all your abandoned hobbies, the bow and arrow in the corner of your room, the guitars and skateboard you only rode a few times before you moved on. The puzzles and shelves lined with books.
Nothing sticks. Stupid hyperfixations, I just want to have a hobby i love and will always love.
Sorry for being sad.
this hits really close to home for me, but i have to tell you that it does get better. i promise you that life is not an eternity of abandoned hobbies. you will eventually go back and read that book again, and you can in fact pick up the guitar even if it’s been way too long. and i promise you that your value and identity as a person is so much more than the skills you possess.
to be adhd often means to be a jack of all trades. master of none, but better than a master of one.
your past hobbies aren’t dead opportunities to mourn. they are all a piece of your story. who you were five years ago and who you are now. and us jacks of all trades are blessed with the amazing privilege of going through the beautiful feeling of discovering something new, something exciting… over and over again. there’s always more to learn.
be a hoarder of hobbies.
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Hello Musie! I hope you are doing well on this out of touch Thursday. Would you be comfortable with sharing what inspired you to begin writing? Do you have a muse of your own that inspires the way you build dynamics between your characters? I was curious if you had anything that you had outside of source material (ie Hazbin) that helped motivate you?
I've always loved to write, but always burned myself out before the ideas manifested into something more substantial than daydreams. You have inspired me to at least focus that energy into comments and questions! I just wanted to say that you have a fresh approach to building meaningful conflict between characters and developing background YT. You've got me researching New Orleans history so I can further the immersion as I read! I still cannot get over how fleshed out Nel is. I can absolutely go on, but yeah!
Thanks a million :)
Hello! Sorry I answered this so late (it's Monday for me whoops!). I can't lie, I got really excited to answer this so I can nerd the hell out and YAP PROFUSELY.
What inspired me to write- With every single piece of media consume, I immediately (and I mean immediately) begin to construct some kind of OC to throw into that universe, and Nel was no exception! I got very attached to human Alastor since one of my favorite things about Hazbin is the tradegy of the human lives the characters lived, and Alastor's death in particular seemed incredibly tragic (but deserved) that I ended up fixating on it. I think something I asked myself was "Goddamn, I wonder how people who knew him reacted to his end?". That, combined with how much I loved Al's dynamic with Husk/Vaggie (the sterner characters) birthed Nel pretty quickly after I watched the pilot.
I NEVER thought I'd post a fic. Like ever. I did not think I could do it. I've been writing for myself for years and I would write on the job (I was doing secretary work at the time), so this story slowly started building and building until I had the whole thing drafted. It wasn't going to be posted until I started casually going through the Al/reader tag and saw that there was BARELY any human Alastor. And I sorta thought weeeellll I guess I gotta be the change I wish to see, I've got the whole thing drafted, why not? I'll see how long I stick with it. The fandom was super dead at the time, so I figured my fic wouldn't be exposed to a lot of people anyway, so why not?
Then you insane (/pos) people got invested in my silly shit and I am still in fucking awe that everyone is so supportive!
As for other muses (heehee) that give me inspiration- READ DEAD REDEMPTION 2. I love the RDR series, I am obsessed with it, and I think the storytelling is so beautiful. The setting gave me a small amount of inspiration (the wilderness and the country, rugged characters) but mostly the impact of the story and writing has had a lot of influence on my creativity if that makes sense? The dialogue feels insanely natural, they use old-timey slang without it dominating the conversations, and the story flows deliciously. Like, the game has had a huge impact on my life and I think if I had half the effect on you guys with my fic as that had on me, I could die somewhat happily.
And finally, I'm glad my work has a bit of a motivator for you! I'm not the best at giving advice to get motivated to start writing (I live in hyperfixation hell), but what I can say is that when something sticks, nurture it :) Try writing for yourself and see what feels right first. You never know what it can turn into!
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I’ve been struggling to cope with my necrophilic behaviour and thoughts especially with all my accusations of necrophilic behavior, because of things, I said, about a dead character I’m overly attracted to so I would like to ask how you found out that your into necrophilia and how exactly should I tell my friends about it? Bc I don’t want them to hate me for being a necrophiliac especially after I’ve spent so long, denying accusations that are true 
ok first of all hi and i’m glad you felt like you could come talk to me bc i really try to be approachable!!
for me it was actually kind of a funny process, i’ve always been really goth and obsessed with morbid stuff, and as i was doing research into death-related stuff i got hyperfixated on necrophilia bc it’s just such a fascinating topic. and then after a while i was like haha,,,,, unless??? and i totally relate to the dead character thing that’s a huge part of it for me too, i pretty much exclusively crush on fictional characters and if they’re dead or undead that’s just an added bonus.
as for telling your friends, that’s a tough one i’m ngl. i have two friends who i’ve told and one who might kind of know. the first friend i just ended up telling randomly because i tell him everything and i lucked out that he was chill with it. the second friend funnily enough is also a necro and i found out because i just had the gut feeling that i could tell her, i just got the right vibes. so i got REALLY lucky there.
so honestly the only advice i can give you is to think about how likely it is that your friends will be accepting, and weigh that against how important it is to you that they know about this. for me it’s not worth it to tell most of my friends because they’ll probably be weirded out and i already have a couple friends who i can talk to, and so i’m not keeping everything bottled up inside.
anyway, sorry this was so long and i really wish you the best of luck! i hope your friends are chill and i hope you’re able to feel okay with yourself too. nobody deserves to feel ashamed for what they’re into <3
and my inbox is always open if you want to talk!
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Alright, Good Omens Fic Idea - SPOILERS -
Because Apparently I’m Still Hyperfixated - SPOILERS -
*I was halfway done this post and accepted deleted the draft- please share in my pain I’m so upset I have to rewrite all this ;-;*
So:
Aziraphale’s up in heaven. It’s been maybe a few weeks since the S2 finale, and things are just about ready for the Second Coming.
Using the small amount of input he could give as the Supreme Archangel, our boy pointed out the moral quandaries of impregnating a teenager without giving them a say in the matter, and so heaven’s taking a page out of Hell’s book and just creating the baby themselves to be sent down to Earth (and just adopted regularly, none of that baby-swapping wickedness).
Aziraphale knows every moment of this child’s life off by heart; he’s read the plans dozens of times, you see. The second Christ will meet an end very similar to that of their first incarnation, though even sooner. A legal murder, though one that feels like it shouldn’t be.
He’s tried to find a way around it, pitched dozens of alternatives to killing the child, but has now realized that even as Supreme Archangel, his power is extremely limited.
So, he calls up the one angel that he feels is best for the job he needs done, and their conversation goes as such:
Aziraphale: Do you trust me?
Muriel: Of course, sir!
Aziraphale: Good, take this baby and this letter to this address, and then stay inside because heaven will definitely deem you a traitor for this, but don’t worry I have a plan.
Muriel: …okay.
And so, Muriel takes the new baby Christ down to Earth, and straight to Crowley’s flat.
Dude obviously asks wtf is going on when the sweet little angel who’d taken over his angel’s bookshop showed up at his door with a baby, and Muriel hands him the letter, which consists of just three sentences:
I’m sorry. Keep them both safe, please. From everyone.
Crowley groans, long and loud, but hurries Muriel and the baby inside; there are three things Crowley has a soft spot for, and those are his car, his angel, and kids. He may have been furious with the second one at the moment, but that wasn’t any of the others’ faults (and yes, he was aware that Muriel wasn’t too much younger than himself, but darn it they acted like a kid sometimes and it was endearing, dammit!)
He asks Muriel to further explain what’s happening, as the note was no help, but all they can tell him is who the baby is.
Crowley glances at the baby boy in the basket and gets a horrible sense of deja vu.
Why are the occult/ethereal babies always his problem to deal with?
Time Skip- 11 Years Later
Aziraphale hesitates outside the door of Crowley’s flat, but does eventually end up knocking.
He hears his old friend calling something about “Maggie, this is a bad time-” as he answers the door, but when he sees who was knocking he stops dead.
Aziraphale gives an awkward hello, and Crowley sighs, inviting him in. Their conversation goes as such:
Crowley: It can’t be time already.
Aziraphale: It’s not! Not yet, anyway, and hopefully the time will never come, I just… wanted to check in.
Crowley: Right. Check in.
Aziraphale: Yes, so where is he?
Before Crowley can answer, they both hear the door to the flat open and shut. “Dad? I’m back!”
Crowley sighs, almost looking reluctant to reply as he can feel the angel staring at him in surprise, but he does anyway: “In the kitchen!”
A moment later, a young girl appears in the kitchen as well, clutching a book in her hands that Aziraphale recognizes as one of his.
The girl eyes him almost warily, but Crowley grabs her attention. “‘S that another book?”
The girl nods sheepishly. “Aunty Muriel thought I’d like this one.”
“You say that every time,” He almost chuckles, before waving her off. “Off you pop, get started on it, we’re eating out with Maggie and Nina tonight.”
The girl seems to immediately perk up at that and, giving Aziraphale one more searching stare, turns and leaves the kitchen, heading off to start reading her book.
Crowley now acknowledges Aziraphale’s shock:
Crowley: What, being a girl not a part of your side’s plans for her?
Aziraphale: Oh no, they were, it was just supposed to be in a few more years.
Crowley: *shrugs* You said protect her from everyone, that includes herself. Why do you look so shocked, then?
Aziraphale: She called you “Dad”. And “Aunty Muriel”?
Crowley: Give me a baby and a disgraced angel and no instructions beyond “protect them”, what were you expecting?
Aziraphale cannot answer this.
So, yeah, that’s the entire narrative I have, beyond a realization later on that when Jay (the name Christ picked for herself at the age of seven) was little, her Dad told her stories about the adventures he and “his angel” had been on, and Jay’s realization that the stranger in their kitchen was her Dad’s angel.
Idk, I just find it cute. They’ll act like divorced Dads who clearly still care about each other and want this arrangement to work, but are also both deeply hurt by whatever the other did to end it, until they actually talk to each other and make up, all while trying to avoid the Messiah role heaven wants to force on Jay.
(Also the reason heaven made Jay trans was that so she’s experience some of the worst parts of humanity- she was supposed to be sent to/adopted in Florida -and still be completely willing to die for them)
The end, Ima sleep now, I’m only 50% awake as is
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens fic#good omens spoilers#go2 spoilers#ramble#not fully awake#just like the idea of dad!crowley tbh#sounds wholesome#he’d be a good dad
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songs that are so anderperry-coded. . . ♡
this version especially...
i could quote the whole song but here are my fave lines:
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
mostly cute, also gut-wrenching at times. still obsessed
All I know for now is our bodies clutching tight
Leaving wrinkles across your eyelids
From the sheet that is our garden
And I sincerely beg your pardon
If I'll break your heart or if you will break mine
okay this one's gonna be long but i've been obsessed with this song since like march and i've just joined the DPS fandom and it's so anderperry. . . !
All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song
Ahh
That's how you sang it
todd reading a midsummer night's dream out loud every night, always accompanied by hysterical sobbing and wailing that gets harder when neil's parts come up. . .
Loving you forever can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on
Ahh
That's how we played it
todd wasn't going to be the same after neil, everybody knew. he became closer with the poets (and jeff, they had a heart-to-heart talk after jeff found out), yes, but with other people, he became even more closed off, not wanting to let people in, too scared of pain.
And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody
It won't leave my head
Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine
But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)
the poets never left todd alone that much post-neil (unpredictable, he was. better safe if ever). the times they did it was to give him space, or because it was physically impossible to be there with him. they take turns rooming with him at night, stolen bed sheets laid on the floor. they don't use neil's bed; it's sacred, it's to be left the same as it is before. todd's sobs synchronize with their soothing voices. and sometimes they start crying too, and that's when todd feels that he's not alone the most, ever since neil.
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side
todd's surrounding was suffocating. everything reminds him of neil neil neil neil neil. the door to their room, and every other room because their doors were identical. their room: on the first week, he slept on neil's bed, and then he slept on the floor for weeks until he felt okay enough to sleep on his own bed. if he closes his eyes hard enough, concentrates hard enough, he can hear himself and neil.
sorry it became a lyric analysis or whatever This is basically hyperfixation #1 + hyperfixation #2 it's great!!
#anderperry#dead poets society#neil perry#todd anderson#im making a neil version of this soon when i get some sleep#Spotify
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i totally get you,,, it's just a personal thing for me,,, i guess i can never excuse murder unless it's a special case. i know this is a fictional world and he's fictional and all but, i guess it ultimately had me wondering if i was in it or if he was here. if all of the people i care about were non-sorcerers, i REALLY wouldn't want them, you know, dead. i guess that had been the dealbreaker for me...? idk, i still love him and i mourn the person he could've grown to be had the circumstances been different.
i agree with all the points you made, though!! he's been nothing but kind, and not to be accusatory but, his 2 closest friends also never really checked up on the guy and if i had to go through something like that myself i would go crazy too,,, just not to the extreme, even if he believed that what he was doing would lead to a more ideal world. all in all, he's a complex character, and it's nice to talk about it. he's one of my faves, and for more reasons than just him being really attractive (men with medium/long dark hair and have it tied up in some way make me very weak.)
i'm sorry if i'm rambling!!! jjk has grown to be one of my biggest hyperfixations and i feel like i could talk about it for hours,,, and everytime i talk with you you always make me feel welcome,,, i hope you don't mind, haha. i appreciate the ears, zuma, always. thank you <3
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YEA I TOTALLY GET U DWDW!!! i wish gege went into more detail on his story and just.. their whole yourh in general bc i genuinely dont believe gojo and shoko both didnt notice anything abt him changing?!?! not even yaga I DUNNO 😞 it hurts so bad thinking abt it AAAAGHHH he had so many ppl around him but felt so alone ehjdsiavbd
AND THE ‘men with medium/long hair having it tied up in some way’ IS SO FUCKINF REAL like when its down? mehhhh ok BUT WHEN SUGU HAS IT IN THAT HALF UP OR A BUN GODDDDDD!!!!!1!!
i will continue to remind u that ur never not allowed to ramble w me melon <33 I love hearing what u have to say u always have such good opinions on the jjkverse,, do u have any other topics you wanna discuss :00 ive personally been getting mad abt the fact that everyones fav husband nanami had to die while somehow meimei survived!!!!!!!!?? like no!! why did gege decide yes this is a good idea!!!!! i get sad whenever i remember hes gone but that creepy ass lady survived IT HURTS. 😞
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Intro plus headcannonory
hey guyssssss
so um
I think an actual intro post is in order, plus my brain is overflowing like a pool so get your cups and drink up guys it’s some noice info.
Hey! You all can call me Dragonfly, but I also go by Fandom or Cattail. Fandom might be confusing though so use at your own risk haha I don’t know what to put here. I noticed a few years ago that I have hyperfixations that switch every once in a while, and those are usually in the form of Fandoms! My current hyperfixation/fandom is Skibidi Toilet, I KNOW I KNOW DONT DOX ME.
I am majorly an artist, but I am also getting into writing, making songs/soundscapes, and screenwriting for movies. Why can’t I pick one interest damnit.
My preferred pronouns are It/Its but They is fine, my favorite color is yellow and if you want to be specific light desaturated gold, and I really hate spicy food.
Can you tell that I don’t know how to do intro posts yet?
Now the reason that I made this post, random headcannons from Skibidi Toilet! (Allience and ST)
I have a thought and an idea that in the beginning from their creation, Skibidi Toilets are purely machines in a non-literal more stereotypical sense. They are told what to do by higher ups and do it with no questions without any resistance. They are brain dead, their minds being physically restricted from functioning at their full capacity from being transformed into a Skibidi Toilet(Presuming that they were human before, or it’s a bran-new, pure ‘first generation’ Skibidi Toilet because I also headcannon that they reproduce asexually once they reach a certain size and if they have enough resources, and little Skibidi come out through the mouth). However, one Skibidi Toilet somehow unlocked their full potential by having a huge realization and more or less becoming conscious and self-aware. They realized that they didn’t have to follow rules, they didn’t have to be used as a mindless war machine. They unlocked their mental potential, and they begun to act more human. Said Skibidi began to try and push others towards the edge of realization, but quickly realized that the only way a Skibidi Toilet can ‘awake’ is by their own doubts and fears. But the push did help, and soon a whole bunch of Skibidi Toilets were aware of what they were doing. They begun to hate the war and the way their species acted not only to their enemy, but to their own soldiers. They in turn formed the SSF, or the ‘Secret Science Faction’ to act as an weapon to take down the main army from the inside. And who knows, they might even have their own projects to work on in the mean time :}
THATS NOT EVEN WHAT I WANTED TO SAY but the CONTEXT IS NECESSARY.
Alright so the Skibidi Toilets don’t have names in the army, so when they awake, sort if as an act of resistance and personal interests, they choose a name for themselves. And they always name themselves after objects. Like, the most random ass office supplies or playground toys that they can find. They boot up the internet or open a dictionary and flip to a random page, and say “ah, yes. Con-dom. A strong, fine name.” “i don’t think you know what that me-“ “SHSHSHSH. JUST CALL ME CONDOM. It’s perfect.”
Other examples include, but are not limited to(aka the ones I can think up in my head and the ones my Ocs have), Papercut, Card, Dildo, Sky-stitch(they also love to mash up words or make up new ones), Ball, Doorstopper, Keychain, and Garden Hose.
TLDR(don’t blame you); Skibidi Toilets are mindless minions untill they awake themselves with their own fears and become conscious. As an act of defiance, they name themselves after litterally any object ever. iPad, Advertisement, Pillow, etc. Litterally you think of it, they named themselves.
Thankyou for reading, sorry this is so long! Read you eventually :}
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GOING INTO HIATUS
Heeeyyy, mod over here. As you all might have noticed the blog has been pretty dead for a good while now, main reason being, i honestly lost motivation, not in COTL, im still into it and you can still see my art around in the tags, i just lost motivation on this blog and the story i had planned for it, i still like the things i had planned, i just feel i was taking too long and i also put a brick on my way the second i made both the comic page so detailed and letting rp blogs interact.
DOnt get me wrong, i like interacting with other blogs and IT IS fun, but i feel it was a bad approach to the blog.
What now?
I will be going into hiatus and decide what to do with the fate of this blog, which are 3 options
Delete the blog
Re- start (which would mean i would be wiping everything on the blog and starting from 0)
Answering what i got on the ask blog, putting spacers and re starting from there
as you can guess im more inclined into either deleting or re starting from 0, The blog was originally intended as a way to show how my oc Moonlight works and how she affects the story- BUuUt, never got to that-
remember that ask where someone asked about the lamb meeting another lamb?
YEAAAh,,, that was an easter egg to what was comming into the blog.
i hyperfixated pretty hard into the relationship of her and a friend's lamb, to the point she even became canon in the story of that lamb. But yeah
i still want to tell the story and go fully on depth on this, ask blogs are something i really enjoy a lot. Again, so sorry for the lack of posts, but until then i'll stay on hiatus and see what to do with this
If you want to continue seeing my art and learn about moonlight my ask box on my main is always open and you can follow me there
@moonsfantasyworld
That would be all, until next time 💗
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listen i have adhd right? right. and with that i have quite a bit of hyperfixations none of them last too long they usually last a week or a couple of days and then i focus on something else, usually they always come back a one point BUT IM GETTING SIDETRACKED!!!
i wanted to ask if you know any weird fun facts because i know some weird and funny ones because of all my different hyperfixations!!! so if you have any PLEASE TELL ME IM BORED!!!
p.s my little fun fact: did you know that some sharks remember divers? like if they see you enough they will eventually recognize you and some sharks even have A FAVORITE DIVER AND GET THIS!!! THEY CAN GET JEALOUS IF THEY SEE ANOTHER SHARK NEAR THEIR FAVORITE DIVER LIKE THEY GET ALL PROTECTIVE AND SHIT AND IM- ansisjsnsisn!!! i swear they are like sea puppies!
(i’ve only seen this with lemon sharks BUT IT COULD BE WITH OTHER SHARKS TOO)
ok i’m done sorry.
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i woldnt call them weird, just more of fun facts but, ive rewatched the complete greek mythology stuff and,
hades abducted perspehone (i think this one is pretty well-known though)
hera hated hercules so much she sent him into madness and kill his family (megara and his 2 kids)
uranus spins sideways
hercules' greek name heracles, (glory to hera) is ironic because hera hated him so much
space is completelt silent
stars can come back form the dead
some stars are vampires
also i like sharks and spiders, and yes i do know abt the shark fact you just told me.
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hi^^ I am very new to experiencing hyperfixations on a show and like. I got into this one show which ended like YEARS ago and I was so happy and giggly about it for a whole week (my prev and first hyper fixation is ongoing and I dropped it because I was frustrated with the way the sorry went) but then. I guess I kiinda came across very conflicting opinions on it in here (I mean it WAS. A pretty popular show so one side of people were very very happy with it and one side had been like 'the show is trash!!!1!') and I. Can't stop thinking about all of them. this was fine for a while, but now it's really interrupting my rl responsibilities and I just think I want to move on to a new show (since this show is over and has ended years ago and it's okay)?? And I am unable to do so because a part of me is scared of letting go of these characters and the impact they made in me ig? I am very sad about the fact that I might forget them(?) I just want to move on peacefully but also regain that positive impact I had when I first watched the show, which has just felt like it has disappeared since I read all of those negative comments (on surface level I can accept that not everyone needs to like a show! But it also just. upsets me to some extent, I'll admit. And it's just the fact that this show ended like. what 5-6 years ago and so I don't even need to be upset about comments made THAT ago but) I was wondering if this is just a common thing to go through when one gets into previously-ended-ages-ago shows or just a me thing
Anon, this might be a bit of tough love, but this, truly, is just the nature of fandoms.
Some fandoms never die, even though it's been years since it ended. I got into Buffy the Vampire Slayer over two decades after it ended, and that show had a lot of problems that I can acknowledge, but I searched for fandom spaces I felt safe in with plenty of content to tide me over.
Some fandoms last a long time, particularly depending on what kind of fans are drawn to it. I think older fans tend to hold on to fandoms longer so there tends to be more content, like my current mdzs fandom technically ended a couple years ago but since it's got a more mature fanbase the fanworks tend to reflect that.
Regarding your issue with getting upset about people disliking something you like, I mean this in the nicest way I can, but that's always going to happen. People are always going to dislike something you like, and that's fine. It doesn't mean anything about you or your tastes or your love for the media, it's just the nature of humanity.
You're responsible for the fandom spaces you enter. If you don't like seeing negative comments about something, then don't look. It might seem hard to do that, but once you accept that not everyone's taste is going to match yours the better it gets. I certainly like a lot of things I know others would hate and might even judge me for, but the only opinions who matter to me are my own.
If you're current fandom is quiet or dead, then my suggestion is either look for the older content like on ao3 or even other sites or, even better, make your own content. I promise there will be people who come out of the woodwork to look at your stuff and talk about the fandoms you're in. Some fandoms are smaller, and that's fine too. Again, it's just the nature of these spaces.
But at the end of the day, I promise you will enjoy fandom spaces more when you learn how to ignore the spaces that make you uncomfortable. If you can't handle criticism for something, then either ignore it or look away and practice brushing it off. It will take time to get used to doing that, but it's all about practice and catering your fandom spaces to your needs. That's the only way to truly survive being in fandoms in general; learning what your limits are and sticking to the spaces you feel best in, while ignoring the places you dont like
#like i get it's hard i had this issue the past few days because i saw fans doing some frankly appalling things because they wanted to see#an actor they liked but it's my biggest frustrations when i see folks do that#it was making me sooooo angry so i made the executive decision to just not look at the tags for a while or scroll past the stuff that was#making me mad even though it meant i was getting less content or missing out on something#but ultimately i did what i wanted and needed to do and im in a better mood because of it#also focusing on content from people who i know agree with me or being mindful of what im seeing#but anyways#the only person responsible for your enjoyment of fandom content is you#the words i live by#asked and answered#Anonymous
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