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anonymous-dentist · 3 months

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On April 25, Cellbit finds himself crashing onto a tropical island filled with the weirdest goddamn people he's ever met in his life.

(On one side of the glass is Cellbit. On the other is a man in a red hoodie who takes one look at Cellbit and winks before rushing to talk to the other trapped Brazilians.

For a moment, Cellbit swears there's a spark- a literal pink spark in the air directly between the two of them where they had locked eyes, and he swears that the man's eyes glitter the same pink just for a second.

But that's ridiculous. It's probably a concussion. Or something.)

On April 26, Cellbit wakes up to a heavy pain in his chest and back and a foreign weight to his limbs as he tries rolling over in bed. There's a pressure behind his eyes, all... all two of them.

Cellbit's eyelids twitch unhappily as a ray of incoming sunlight hits them from the window.

He hisses, and that's when he notices two very important things:

He doesn't have two eyes. He knows the familiar discomfort of keeping one's eyes closed when they're ready to open, and he can recognize the fact that this discomfort is multiplied by goddamn two. That makes... four eyes.

He isn't in his own bed. He went to sleep without a blanket or a pillow, just his hat and his jacket because, big surprise, spending most of the day in a cave didn't get him any luxuries besides a sore back and a definitely-not-dead child.

Cellbit opens his eyes, all four of them, and he's only a little surprised to see that he is not, in fact, in his own house.

"What?" he croaks.

He grimaces. Sore throat, almost like he'd been screaming in his sleep. Nothing he isn't used to, but it doesn't feel right in this body. In... whoever's body this is.

He pushes himself so that he's sitting up and against the wall. His chest pulls with every movement of his arms, muscles twinging in pain, and it almost reminds him of the War, almost. (He caused wounds like this, anyway. He didn't get hurt like this. He was too good.)

He looks down. Spider-Man boxer briefs. Naked chest, huge scar cut across the middle of it over his heart. Hairy legs, bruised arms and knuckles.

Vaguely, he thinks that he recognizes the house. Kinda. Sort of. Maybe? But he'd only seen the outside, and it would be crazy if his soulmate turned out to be that guy.

But, well. There's only one spider hybrid on the island that Cellbit knows about. Maybe there are more, but he's pretty sure that he met everyone yesterday. (He thinks; he was pretty distracted by the whole what the fuck I have a child now??? thing.)

Cellbit should be happy. And he kinda feels like it, in a distant way. But it's with a sense of numb fear that he grabs Roier's communicator off of the bedside table and opens a new message with... himself? His comm. That Roier has. Because he's in his body. At his house.

[iRoier whispers to Cellbit: I think we have a problem]

When Cellbit had finally officially turned 16 years old, Bad sat down in the middle of a warzone and told him that, one of these days, he might wake up in the body of one of his enemies.

"What?" Cellbit had grimaced, blood coating his face and crusting under his nails. "Why? Is that a new origin or something?"

Bad shook his head. "No, you goof. It's a soulmate thing. You know. Soulmates."

And that's when he realized that Cellbit's amnesia really was, in fact, amnesia. Of course he wouldn't have remembered his parents giving him the Soulmate Talk, Cellbit- at the time- didn't believe that he even had parents. ("I was born from blood, and to blood I shall return," he said when Bad tried asking, so Bad stopped bothering after a while.)

And so it fell to BadBoyHalo to give Cellbit the Soulmate Talk.

"When you turn 16, the universe assigns you a soulmate," Bad had explained. "And when you meet that soulmate, you'll both switch bodies with each other overnight. It'll only last 24 hours, though, so it should be fine if you meet your soulmate out here."

Cellbit had blinked, confused. "What? Ew, no."

Because, as romantic as the idea of soulmates sounds, Cellbit was a 16-year-old boy. Why would he give a shit about his soulmate when he could be thinking about, like, blood and violence and stuff.

By the time Cellbit was arrested, he had finally warmed up to the idea of having a soulmate if only because having someone assigned to him by the universe meant that there'd be someone on the outside willing to break him out of prison and help him get his revenge on all the fuckers who had dared try and mess with him while he was in there.

But then, after prison- after everything, Cellbit had realized that maybe he wasn't meant to have a soulmate, after all. Why would he? Why would the universe be so kind as to give him someone to care about who would actually love him back? Who would like him back?

Whoever his soulmate might've been, Cellbit had always hoped that they were dead. They'd be better off dead than stuck with a monster like him.

By the time Roier makes it to his own house, the sun is high in the sky and Cellbit has managed to find a a shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on on top of his underwear. (On top of Roier's underwear?)

Bobby is still asleep upstairs, Cellbit thinks. At least, he hasn't heard anything from him. Should he be worried?

But then Cellbit looks out the window and watches his body trip over itself on the dirt and faceplant, and, well, Bobby can wait.

Roier's body is... heavy as Cellbit pulls a pair of shoes on. It doesn't want to cooperate, but that can't be right, it's supposed to be natural. Or something. Cellbit thinks. Maybe.

So he doesn't actually know how soulmates work, but it's supposed to be natural, right? That's how he remembers Bad explaining it, but he also remembers Bad having as much emotional awareness as a rock.

Vaguely, he wonders if the problem isn't with the fact that it's Cellbit being in Roier's body but that it's because it's Roier's body and that this is just how it is for Roier all the time. But that's none of Cellbit's business.

(Yet.)

(Maybe.)

(Eventually?)

(Turn the detective brain off, fuck.)

Whatever!

Cellbit runs out the door and goes to help Roier up. He isn't hurt at all as Roier swears at him and grumbles and pushes himself up onto his knees.

"I'm fine," he insists. "See?"

He gestures towards himself with a sharp-toothed grin, eyes squinted shut, and, wow, it's weird for Cellbit to see himself smile. His body doesn't really... do that. It's unnatural. Kinda creepy, like looking into a fucked-up mirror.

Cellbit offers an awkward smile in response, and it hurts. Not his face, no, his soul. Well, not his soul, because that would be silly, but some weird little part inside his Everything stings and pulses with a dull, throbbing pain so sudden and harsh that his throat chokes up and tears threaten to well up in Cellbit's eyes.

With a shuddering breath, Cellbit drops his smile and his eyes. He looks at the ground, and he says, "Uh. We should talk inside, maybe?"

He doesn't wait for a response before turning on his heel and walking back into Roier's house. He does hold the door open, though, remembering that Roier's house has that weird security thing on the door that keeps everybody but him out.

"Your legs are too short," Roier complains as he brushes past Cellbit and walks into the house. "I keep tripping over shit."

"...I'm sorry?" Cellbit offers. (He internally smacks himself. No, stupid, why is he sorry? He can't control his genetics, fuck!)

Roier waves him off. "Nah, it's fine. It's just for today, right?"

He sits at his table with a groan, eyes slipping shut and head tilting over the back of the chair. He looks so... calm. Which means that Cellbit's actual real normal face looks calm, and that's weird. He doesn't do calm.

Hesitantly, Cellbit joins him at the table. He sits directly opposite him, leg bouncing nervously, hands clasped in his lap.

And then? Silence. Absolutely nothing but the slight rattle of the table as Cellbit's (Roier's?) knee bumps against it and the quiet sound of snoring from upstairs. (So Bobby is still asleep. That's normal, right?)

Cellbit glances at the goggles still firmly on his body's head.

"Thanks for keeping them on," he lamely says.

Roier hums a question mark and cracks an eye open, following Cellbit's gaze. He smiles, then, small and clearly fake.

"Hey, man, it's fine," he replies. "It kind of hurts, but it's fine."

Cellbit winces. "I mean, you can take them off! It's fine, it's just us."

Roier shrugs, but he doesn't move to take the goggles off.

Quiet again.

This is... fine. It's fine! Cellbit's soulmate is just a guy who probably maybe dislikes him, that's all. It's nothing he wasn't expecting from his soulmate, he knows how he is as a person. Roier is probably just disappointed, that's all.

"We don't have to do anything, you know," Cellbit says after a moment.

He looks back down at the table as Roier sits up to look at him.

Cellbit wrings his hands together, fingers hooking together and pulling-pushing and they throb from the bruises, and where did Roier get them, anyway? From the pattern, Cellbit would say Roier had punched something, but here are also small cuts indicating the involvement of glass, and-

(Detective brain. Off.)

"I mean, it's crazy, right?" Cellbit laughs weakly. "Us, soulmates? We don't even know each other."

"I mean, yeah, but that's normal, I think. You don't know your soulmate until you meet them, that's how it works."

"I guess? But-"

"And!" Roier interjects. "I know you better already! You sleep with your sword and you have cat ears, that's more than I know about half of my dates!"

Cellbit winces at the mention of his ears, but he manages to huff out a quiet laugh. He even feels himself smile, though it hurts bad enough for him to force it away after a moment.

"Okay," he breathes, and he looks up to meet Roier's (his own?) eyes. "So... it's fine?"

"What the fuck do you think I've been saying, pendejo?" Roier exclaims. He reaches across the table and lightly taps Cellbit on the forehead between his top set of eyes. "I know my body isn't deaf, so start listening."

He sits again, continuing speaking before Cellbit can say anything:

"I don't know you, and that's fine. You don't know me, and that's fine. You threatened my son yesterday, and that's fine. I'll threaten your son to make it even."

"Hey!" Cellbit protests.

Roier ignores him and keeps talking. "We're stuck on this island, Cellbit. We aren't allowed to leave. If we try, Osito Bimbo shoots us. So that gives us plenty of time to get to know each other."

Cellbit's eyes widen in alarm. "We're what?"

He thinks he remembers somebody mentioning that to him and the others yesterday, but there was so much going on that he didn't really register it. Prison, again? At least it's open-air this time...

Roier shrugs his concerns off with a literal wave of the hand. "So see? It's fine. We'll figure each other out, and then we'll kiss and have sex and stuff. Right?"

"Um," Cellbit stammers, the tips of his ears going red. "Maybe just the kissing part."

"Sure, sure. Point is..." Roier stands out of his chair and leans across the table, reaching down and pulling Cellbit's hands out of his lap. He holds them and looks Cellbit in the eyes and gravely asks, "...Cellbit, will you be my soulmate?"

Cellbit rolls his eyes and gently pulls his hands away. "I don't think I get a choice."

"Aw, come on! You're no fun," Roier pouts.

"There, that's a third thing you know about me."

"Shut up, what the fuck?"

And as the argument continues, the weight in Cellbit's heart slowly starts to lift. Just a little, because it's just the beginning, but maybe... maybe having a soulmate won't be that bad, after all.

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A/N:

Thank you so much for reading! Please reblog maaaaaaaybe with a comment or a tag and tell me what you think! Or send an ask, I'm fine with anything!

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#or: a soulmate au :D #guapoduo #spiderbit #well. pre-relationship i suppose #this one is full of Implications #it's short but like i'm sleepy and i have a tummy ache so this is fine

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colouredzz · 6 months

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𝖥𝔄𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖲𝐼𝑍𝐸⠀⠀✷⠀⠀⠀𝈺⠀𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀

⠀⠀𝗱𝗰 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀⠀✬⠀𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 ᅠ♰ᅠᅠׂᅠᅠ＼⠀𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀 girl's fantasies run through her mind, dreams take charge of taking her to the most anticipated moments of her pathetic life, wetting her underwear and cursing that her reality was totally different.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 wants her skin boiling against his delicate body, she was born to be the girl of his dreams and not a total.

─── do not try to plagiarize or make stupid comments about my one shots and the protagonist

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀created by @PSYBERH99D

⠀⠀✶⠀⠀𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 morbid things about the boys dc, main in batboys ❪ later ❫

⠀⠀✶⠀⠀𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧 for my precious beca ❪ @birdniight ❫ for your birthday that was yesterday, but for climate issues in my city, everything is It went well to hell. ⠀ I stay calm with having congratulated my bestie on this day 14 just when in his country it was already on November 15.

⠀⠀✶⠀⠀𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘾𝘼 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙏𝙀 this based on my friend's whore even if it wasn't my intention ❪ it literally came naturally to me ❫

⠀⠀✶⠀⠀𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 by one shots will be very fanfic type but with a lot of porn involved, Do not judge me.

⠀⠀✶⠀⠀𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 There are many of them who are going to fuck the protagonist, Don't blame me if it took too long.

⠀⠀𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . smut, sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, slightly forced submission, sexual relations in public places, shame, masochism, voyeurism, sexual group, threesomes, taste for adults, involuntary innocence, raw sex, double penetration, fetishes, phallophilia, hanging, etc.

⠀⠀𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . the characters used (with the exception of Becca White) are the property of DC Comics and none of them belong to me. The plot and so on are mine.

⠀⠀୨౿⠀⠀⠀⠀֛⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 for being a woman of ethereal attractiveness including her characteristic and unmistakable graceful sense of humor, she secretly professed a petty ⠀⠀ ━exorbitant and obvious━ ⠀⠀ infatuation with the old man his father's comrade, because in his gentle and tender eyes, Bruce Wayne was perfectly imperfect, far removed from the specific traits that led directly to the ideal type standard; without having the intention of sounding demanding; It was enough and incredibly satisfying to see his kind intentions with the less fortunate who came to the man's help in the first person, falling at the feet of the Elder. ⠀ to say, to describe how ridiculous and the catastrophic level of his shame for his feelings, worse still, his growing desires for more than simple caresses, was a complete disgrace, they were a constant torment that day and night he suffered; he had no voice, nor a vote, the control and sanity of his jovial thoughts were violated by the main culprit of his martyrdom; who unfortunately did not know ⠀⠀ ━or knew perfectly well━ ⠀⠀ what it caused to his small anatomy.

⠀⠀ now I lived on vague encounters and few exchanges of words.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ a gala was being held at Wayne Manor with a hidden motive, the uncertainty and mystery is almost possible to breathe and the nervousness eats away at the patience of each person inside the great Hall until reaching a point where Becca She is forced to feel out of place to start pacing every solitary corner of that majestic room, luxuriously decorated and perfectly lit ⠀⠀ ❪with certain blind spots, but nothing she can complain about❫. ⠀⠀ hears murmurs, rumors and flattery directed towards the Elder Wayne: the patriarch of such a prestigious family with three adopted children and one biological ⠀⠀ ❪dead, as was previously the second of his offspring until he was legally revived❫, ⠀⠀ a sweet smile appears on Miss White's fleshy and well-kept lips; probably proud, but of what? balancing the thin glass of white wine between each finger of her small hands, absorbed in every thought; browsing without being aware that a picturesque look ⠀⠀ ❪many, actually❫ ⠀⠀ details it down to the smallest imperfection.

⠀⠀ it runs through every curve of the tiny body, loses itself in the spongy, thin and smooth cheeks, mentally notes the soft, unexpressed whispers in a low voice and even goes lower and lower until it just returns to its starting point. ⠀ that tender look melted in chocolate, with big eyes: similar to a deer.

⠀⠀⠀ wants to go. ⠀ wants to meet her, introduce herself, hear her name and repeat it; he wants to savor each letter in his oral cavity, just projecting himself into such an imagination causes a vibration in his chest due to the warm bubbling invading a large part of the thin and pale cheeks in the masculine features, saying it with such adoration until he is the culprit of an intense blush on the rosy cheeks because of the soft tone dissolving because of that seductive tone that is part of the gravity in his voice.

⠀⠀ he takes a step forward but, surprisingly, his younger brother discreetly rushes to steal the attention of that pleasant female without so much work.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ cautiously examines the stunned expression on the melodious female face, Damian ignores the gesture and asks something of his own; using overall distinction of the magnificent sharp lip without losing sight of it at any moment. ⠀there, right on their own side within the great Hall, two figures join on each side, equally observant of the exchange of words between the legally recently revived younger brother and the woman who takes away sighs from her Father prudent enough to that no one will notice. ⠀ The only difference was that they were not normal people, it was a little late but they noticed it.

⠀⠀⠀ ━━━ that brat is a. . . ⠀ ━━ ⠀ ⠀ the offense is cut off by the severity shining in the blue orbs and he grumbles dissatisfied.

⠀⠀ ━━━ Jaybird ⠀ ━━ ⠀ ⠀ pronounces velvety, without looking at the man's sharp features. ⠀ ⠀ ━━, it is not the best time to start an altercation with Damian precisely at his first gala after being dead for a long time ⠀ ━━ ⠀ ⠀ he smiles, it is disturbing that the gesture feels rigid and cannot be reached reflected in his attractive look. ⠀ briefly feeling uncomfortable by the heaviness in the center of his torso, pushing away the emotion before vibrating with pure warmth. ⠀ ⠀ ━━. There just has to be a reason for it. . . Inexplicable socialization with Miss White.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ a subtle "Mmm" comes out of Tim Drake's throat, he crosses his arms over his chest and analyzes even the slightest reaction on the expressionless face of young Wayne - Al Ghul. ⠀ it was the female's charming smile that attracts the attention of all the members of the Wayne family ⠀⠀ ❪even if the patriarch is busy talking to people he knows❫ ⠀⠀ and they briefly ignore their surroundings, the bustle enters the A hurried room, the party for an unknown reason gets out of control when they recognize the mature features ⠀⠀ ❪so sharp and well defined❫ ⠀⠀ of the young man next to the thin figure of Lady White. ⠀ they think carefully ⠀⠀ ❪they are loud and do not consider themselves rude because of the noise❫ ⠀⠀ which is hopelessly similar to that of the biological son that Bruce Wayne declared dead years ago. ⠀ The boredom previously drawn on the Demon's face is overshadowed by something indescribable just an instant after stretching out the palm of his hand and caressing a pair of brown locks that fall softly along Becca White's cheekbones, the emerald shines when contact is made. with the tiny hand ⠀⠀❪compared to the thickness and length of his own❫ ⠀⠀ and pulls it: Damian knows in detail what he is doing without saying anything else, he walks backwards and without wasting any more time stretches his arm sheathed in the distinguished evening dress ⠀⠀ ❪made to measure, enriched in expensive and comfortable fabrics❫ ⠀⠀ until it tangled against the small waist, its purpose was not to let it go for a long time. ⠀ They saw it when they exchanged glances, so evident by the imperceptible smile framed in their slightly thick lips.

⠀⠀⠀ a dance before dropping the bomb that revolutionized the lives of absolutely everyone.

⠀⠀𓇼⠀⠀⠀⠀𝈺⠀⠀⠀⠀okay, I have to say that I never thought about translating fantasize because, mainly, I published it not so long ago and I haven't even started writing the first "encounter" yet, however, I think it's better to do it at the same time so as not to have to publish everything at once. hit and no, of course not.

apart from the fact that my friend suggested I translate it, I said: well, I don't lose anything. likewise, I am very sorry that the translation is complete shit, when I learn English I swear by everything I love most that I will improve the translation, until then, sorry.

this fic or book (yes, book on other platforms) is published in Spanish on Ao3 in my R3DHOODLUST account and on Wattpad with the same username as my blog (but in all caps, and the book is better decorated) anyway, just for people who want to see it or who speak Spanish to improve their reading.

i already want to distance myself from this, so wait for more updates (because maybe Jason Todd's Venom Rage will upload, MAYBE IDK) FINALLY, then I'm going to decorate the blog with more of my things, bye bye

postscript: lowercase is intentional

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waitmyturtles · 9 months

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THE MORNING AFTER: ONLY FRIENDS, EPISODE 2 ("I PROMISED YOU THE MOONSHINE") EDITION

Being a day late to watching and writing about Only Friends allows me a little airspace away from the gasps and dopamine of the collective community first watch of each episode, and lemme tell ya -- my dash yesterday was so hot, it was like melting Tupperware on a stove. Unfortunately for many in the fandom, the ships are going to sink. That shower scene got some folks wrecked. Many folks on my dash have a sudden disdain for Neo Trai (poor kiddo). For anyone who reads around here, you might remember my implored begging of the Tumblr family to watch Gay OK Bangkok before Only Friends premiered, and I still stand by it. The Only Friends team -- Jojo Tichakorn, Ninew Pinya, writers Den Panuwat and Best Kittisak -- are playing with a lot of concepts that I thought were just FABULOUSLY explored in this second episode, and these concepts ARE going to lead to further innuendos and endings that the shippers are just not going to like. (I think GOKB primed us for this.) And frankly, by the way this episode played out (as we were talking about a couple days ago, @lurkingshan) -- I think that's a hell of a point that the team is making in our faces.

I'm going to get to this more in a moment. Let me explain more, by way, of all things (!) -- plum wine.

So a bunch of us meta clowns (cc @ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @lurkingshan) were talking about a theory I had on Friday regarding the theme of ephemerality in the first episode. How Cheum indicated to Mew that there's a lot in Thailand that'll bring them down, from pollution to radiation. She wanted Mew to nab Top -- she indicated that life is fickle, so what did her homeboy have to lose? Go get yer man, she said.

@ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @lurkingshan and I took this conversation further yesterday (please read all the reblogs on this link, folks, it's a great conversation!), exploring the many more references to the ephemeral, fickle nature of time and life that Only Friends is referencing. @chickenstrangers clocked that Yo's bar is called YOLO. @ranchthoughts clocked that Sand's bag of plum wine read "you only live once." @lurkingshan noted that Jojo's played around with the ephemeral before -- in Gay OK Bangkok, examining the impact of HIV on Bangkok's gay male population.

The reblogs of the post linked above also capture some common mentalities about the "future" for our current crop of young folks today (I... am not young, lol), particularly for the young queer community. That through climate change, the slow-snail-paced fight for equity (like the legalization of same-sex marriage in Thailand) (and even comparing it to the roll-back of rights for the LGBTQ+ community in the States) -- as @ranchthoughts wrote, there seems to be a stronger sense of "live fast, die young," among younger cohorts than when I was a young lass, born in the 1980s, when a middle management career could get you everything you needed, with a unfettered retirement in sight.

To me, the most wrenching references to the ephemeral in this second episode focused on death. "Do you want us to die?," Sand asked laughingly as Ray played around in the car. Top can't sleep alone because after a childhood trauma, he's afraid he'll die alone. Ray's deceased mom is shown with a glass in her hand.

And how are these young folks behaving? In the face of literal death, as they themselves are referring to it: they're living life very riskily. Top's a player. So is Boston. We hope they're playing safe. (Gay OK Bangkok had condoms all over the place. I haven't seen any yet in OF.) Ray's blood alcohol levels are clearly through the roof. Sand's committing a crime.

Say what now? Committing a crime?

I hope folks clocked that. What's REALLY making me shake my head is how slick the non-sexual commentary was in this episode.

Going back to my original post on ephemerality that I let loose on Friday: I talked about the metaphor of plum wine and the passage of time -- how plum wine tastes sweeter and better as you let it age.

Sand was pissed that his bottles of plum wine broke because he's making it himself. That's why he wanted Ray to pay him back for the lost supply. Sand lost both product AND time.

Making and selling plum wine is illegal in Thailand. It's like the selling of rotgut during Prohibition.

SAY WHAT? For real. Thailand's laws around alcohol are wild, y'all. The display of alcohol logos is weirdly regulated (I laugh at how bottles are often blurred out in Thai dramas), brewing alcohol within Thailand is insanely complicated (some people brew alcohol in Thailand, then bottle it elsewhere and import it BACK into Thailand to skirt these laws), and -- you cannot buy alcohol from 2 pm to 5 pm.

Remember we saw Ray sneaking some sips from a flask outside the hostel site? That's a major flag for confirmed alcoholism (drinking alone during the day). But also, if Ray wanted a drink during the hours of 2-5 pm -- he had to have the booze on himself to have a tipple.

We know Jojo does NOT shy away from political commentary. We saw it in spades during Dirty Laundry.

What I love about Jojo's work is that he's unafraid to call out the hypocrisy of these kinds of laws. The making of plum wine is ILLEGAL? In Japan, making umeshu is traditional. (It's also the easiest and most delicious thing ever, please try making it!). For many of us around the world, making umeshu is a hobby, and a perfectly safe one at that. Considering Thailand's economy is so dependent on tourism, and that Bangkok itself is a world-class city, you would think that the selling of alcohol wouldn't be so complicated, and yet... 'tis.

This leads me to what I saw as the second Big Theme of this episode, besides ephemerality: I saw a lot of hypocrisy in this episode.

We got the liquor laws bullshit. We got Boston. Boston strikes me as a hypocrite for setting up his friend Mew with Top -- all while Boston's still wanting to get with Top, to the point of sneaking into Top's shower.

And Mew strikes me as a hypocrite, too. He wants to "redo" the start of his relationship with Top?... on his own terms? So, they're not boyfriends anymore? After already....having dated? Believable, my dude. The guys are in a PatPran-esque battle of... something, and I don't think it's wits, because neither of them seem to have many wits about them. They seem to be more interested in just winning a goal that (except for sex for Top) seems wholly unclear. Does Mew not know that Top may very well NOT respect Mew? Is Mew aware that his read on Top may not be at all accurate? And.... does Mew actually care? I'm not convinced of it.

Live fast, die young. What does it matter to be a hypocrite if the future is unstable, if time is speeding by -- and if no one is holding these young folks accountable for their behavior, as I put into the tags of @ranchthoughts's post yesterday? As Nick says to Boston: "you're a rich guy -- you don't care much for things." What, exactly, would make these rich kids care about being ethical human beings?

Accountability is around the corner for this group. Nick is starting to catch feelings. Boston is wondering why he's getting rejected by Top. Sand's recognizing that Ray's sniffing out something between them (cc @neuroticbookworm) (and, who knows, as NBW first referenced in her post -- Sand might be catching feelings, too). All of these friends -- it's mindblowing! -- leave Ray alone, often, wasted off his ass, to get himself home, as Sand himself notes.

These characters are going to get hurt, and it's only a matter of time until we begin seeing it happen. At the micro-level, human to human, they will hurt each other. And society, Thai society, is doing these young people no favors by not helping to equalize the inequity between rich and poor -- as Sand has to take risks to sell illegal hooch, of all things, to just get by.

Wrapping this up with what I was mentioning up at the top about the jibbles that the fandoms are starting to feel towards the established GMMTV ships of this show slowly sinking. Isn't there a bit of hypocrisy there as well? This show is NOT going to be pretty for the ForceBook/FirstKhao established ships. What are we, as fans, going to do when that time comes? Will we condemn Jojo? Will we stop watching the show? Will we equivocate by way of blaming other characters?

This show should be celebrated already for the risks it's taking, and the risks it will take. (Remember: fans protested at the GMMTV building in 2019 when the KristSingto ship was broken for He's Coming To Me.) Only Friends deciding to take on the toxicity and hypocrisy of shipper fandom? Bring it on. We cannot only enjoy the performances of these actors when they're paired up with one repeating partner. As the life of Gay OK Bangkok depicted, as the life of Only Friends is depicting -- life is a whole lot more complicated than just a dreamlike, over-organized monogamy between two people (ahem, Mew). Life -- and TIME -- will bring complications and change, sometimes unwanted change, that we have to learn to handle and manage. I'm not colored surprised in the least that Jojo's making this experience for us jump out of the screen and into our own hearts, as we see our beloved actors take risks upon themselves by their breaking of their own ships. I am all here for it, and I hope the shipper fans can be, too.

(BIG UPS to the small meta army family -- @ranchthoughts, @lurkingshan, @chickenstrangers, @neuroticbookworm -- I'm so thrilled to continue being thoughtful with y'all!)

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I read the whole Wikipedia article for Jeffrey Dahmer yesterday and (shocker) it was was kind of upsetting. I guess the main thing that I feel is that his actions were enabled by society? Both in the sense that most of his victims were part of the underground gay scene and thus easier to prey on—which is presumably how he got away with committing, literally, like one murder per month at the end without even seeming to try not to get caught—but also in the sense that like, you know, it seems like this guy had some amount of impulse control, and if "circumstances had been different" in some way I can't quite put my finger on, he might not have ended up doing all that?

Actually, when I read about serial killers I'm usually struck with the same thought, which is that like... some people find themselves with desires or personalities that don't comport with mainstream society. Sometimes (most times) this is harmless, but other times it has the potential to be harmful. I mean, uh, no offense, but this website is full of strange people with outlooks that mainstream society regards as somewhat freakish. But I don't think the difference between tumblrinas and Jeffrey Dahmer (oof, ok, but bear with me) is solely that he got worse moral luck of the draw in being born with more aberrant and harmful desires.

I think there's something about like, situatedness? Like finding your place. If your nature is such that you can't be a normie, you can either deal with that—come to clear conclusions about the relationship between normalcy, morality, and you; determine your own sense of right and wrong—or you can just not, you can go "guess I'm a freak, so I'll do whatever". And taking the former path is easier when you have a community who you do comport with, who can offer you a positive vision of life-as-a-weirdo.

I guess that's what I'm getting at. Look, I'm not saying that any specific killers would have been otherwise if circumstances had been different, I don't know. But it does seem like some of them had the capacity to be different, the cognitive tools (impulse control, some sense of morality, etc.), but they were never in a position to exercise this capacity because they never at any point found themselves in a place in life where there was a positive vision of how to be a person as themselves. Their only existing options were "repressed" or "debauched", and so they chose debauched.

I don't know, maybe I'm totally barking up the wrong tree.

#navel gazing

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Yandere shadowpeach dbk freenoodles sliktea Lbd and spider Queen traffic light trio x Godzilla fem child reader

Like she is Godzilla baby and some how get egg is knocked into LMK world and her egg is found by the chouple and the most responsible ( definitely not sun )

Find it and take it home and keep it warm or something and basically never leave it side and when we hatch or like a little humanoid baby Godzilla and when we sneeze and did our first war we spit out certain color flames ( like for sun golden flame or purple green for dbk that kind of thing and black and pink for shadowpeach)

And they take care of us and also making

Another Godzilla character? Alright! Though I’ll need to do some research for Godzilla like how I did with the x mothra!reader. Probably should of done it when I was making that one but I figured that I would forget by the time I get done with it and move on to this one.

Warning: noob author, female child reader, platonic yandere characters, dark theme, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach, dbk family, FreeNoodles, waterspider/silktea, lbd, spider queen, traffic light trio (redson, mei, and mk).

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Shadowpeach:

Macaque is the one who had found you though it was almost difficult since your egg was in the shadow and considering how your egg shell was dark and could blend in shaded areas it was hard to find it if he was in human form but good thing he had his senses to tell where you’re at.

There was a thunderstorm yesterday and he was scouting the area for possible injured monkeys but found you in a shade surrounded by debris; the monkeys were fine but it was kinda odd to see a egg laying around and no possible signs of either living or dead parent figures, so he decided to take care of you for the time being and see if he can’t find your parents.

When sun first saw the egg, he at first thought it was a rock that was going to be used for something or some kind of geode and macaque would use the crystals to make matching jewelry for the two; though he was shocked to be told that it was an egg that macaque had found when he was making his rounds to see if every monkey was alright and no one was injured, which no one was injured thankfully.

They soon took care of you while you were still in your egg; reminded sun about how he was born from a rock, they made sure to get the necessities to take care of you when you hatched and the things to keep you nice and warm while still in the egg.

When you hatched it was through another thunderstorm, not as bad as the one you arrived and was found after but still bad enough to cause lightning to strike near them and vibrate through the earth’s wall maybe even carrying voltage directly to your egg none of them knowing that the storm was caused by you being ready to hatch.

(I don’t think this is how Godzilla or any of his possible offspring was born but it’s something right? And I guess you could say that I took some of the reference from the dragon prince when zym was born too.)

When you hatched they noticed how you sparked small bursts of lightning every so often which shocks and make their hair frizz up like if you would rubbing a balloon on your hair creating static reaction with it. They each make sure you don’t get to cranky or sad unless they want lightning going everywhere; they also notice on how you seem to have small bib like spikes that will grow as you do along with a spiky, but not as spiky now than it will be in the future, tail.

Dbk family:

You had appear in a portal literally made from lighting while still in your egg at the dinning table when they were eating they food that dbk made for dinner for his family. They didn’t know what you would be after you hatched but decided to keep you to find out what you are than to give you away and never figure out what you are and plus there curiosity and need for a new member to the family.

Redson mostly took care of you as he knows more about the biology of eggs from the animals that do lay eggs; and so he can be the first you see when you hatch, he also wanted to figure out what your species could be by taking samples from parts of the egg dna and go from there.

Pif didn’t really know what to do as she never took care of anything that was from an egg so she along with her son study those books about it together, she even went and got her old parental books from when she was having redson.

Dbk as well didn’t know what to do but stay near you in case something happened like kidnapping or possibly you hatching or even getting a crack in your egg by any bull clones who watches you while they go about finishing their work so they can spend more time with you.

They somehow had a epic black out and made them check on you first thing after making sure all three of them were alright; apparently you were what caused the black out with how you hatched from your egg and had created a lighting surge that malfunctioned the electricity in their home and around it.

They soon found out that you were a human like amphibian that can walk on both two legs and four legs and like with how you both appeared and hatched you seem you have electricity abilities that makes you go rouge and do what usually is Called nowadays zoomies.

(I tried seeing if I could find what species Godzilla was to use as reference but all I got was prehistoric monster so I just based it off from how Godzilla looks with how it looks like a lizard/dragon.)

You mostly eat meat but dbk somehow hidden those vegetables in your meat as to make sure you be healthy but when you found out about that you became skeptical of the things he put on your plate but still ate anyway since you become hungry just by looking at the food.

Freenoodles:

Tang was the one to have found you, he had found you when it was raining and storming outside on his way home from the grocery store after getting ingredients for his husband shop.

Pigsy was both shocked and weird out with how big the egg is and was worried on how big it’s going to be when it’s hatches.

They buy things to keep the egg warm and for when you do finally hatch out of the egg, though they may have gone overboard but that’s because they didn’t know what size you would be for the clothes and diapers; I mean, you could be small and was born into a big egg, or be medium, or big like the egg, so they decided to go the precaution route and get as much sizes of the stuff they can; not at the same time but at different times when they know they can spend that money for it, after all your a new family member and they want you to be as comfortable as possible.

Tang is the one mostly checking on you since he has a good bit of free time but on occasions pigsy and mk is able to get off work early and take care of you with him, sometimes mk would bring the others to spend time with you as well.

When you did hatch you apparently shocked and frizz up everyone’s hair as electricity surrounded the egg you’re in before it cracked open revealing you; a small lizard amphibian like human with your eyes closed napping on the multiple cushions and blankets that surrounds your egg.

Tang educates you on knowledge while Pigsy educates you on culinary knowledge. Those classes made you smarter and skillful in many genres as you grew to learn about them.

You mostly don’t go out much as you get the same feeling you get when you’re hungry and ready for food, which is another good excuse to keep you close with them.

Waterspider/silktea:

He found you when your egg had fallen into the sky and into the ocean water near his boat, he soon went after you as to save you from drowning even before you hatched.

He got you onto his boat and quickly warped anything that could keep you warm and cozy so you could hatch and not die from the cold waters of the ocean. Later he showed huntsman and that escalated to them adopting you and since he somewhat cared for the other egg minions of the late spiderqueen before he knows a good thing or two to make sure the egg is healthy.

His cats sniff your egg out of curiosity (lol) before getting used to you being there and snuggling up to your egg shell also keeping you warm.

The cats are the first ones to sense that you’re about to hatch plus with the fact that some cracks that had appeared glowing blue before your egg shells burst in a small distance and few electrical current carry out in the inside of the boat and made all the cats fur puff up.

You would eat everything he and huntsman get and make for you, one time you almost ate a cat if it weren’t for Mo stopping you and scolding you that you can’t and shouldn’t do that anymore.

When you learned to swim that’s basically all you wanted to do when you don’t have anything to do other than sun bathing and that gets boring in no time so swimming it is.

Sandy is glad that you’ll be able to tire yourself out by doing that and would join you as well; huntsman really get into the water that much with y’all unless the two of you pester him enough and even then he’ll only use a float to stay on some sort of land and just puts his hand in the water to feel the water and to stir the float.

Lbd:

(This is a new one.)

The not mayor had found you and brought to his lady to see what they should do with it since it’s not like any egg he has seen; maybe his lady would know what animal could lay and hatch this egg.

When lbd see her servant showing her the egg he had found she was quite interested and at first would keep it to use to build her world and destroy the current one that is thriving now.

But that would change soon as she soon liked caring for the egg and not even let mayor take care of it only guarding the egg and make sure it was protected.

When you had finally hatched it was before she made herself fully known to mk and his group, along with sun wukong. You had the egg surrounded by lighting and so she wasn’t able to get close as it seem your lighting had sticked and hurt her so much even if she’s a demon.

She would make sure that this world would be perfect for you to be raised in and if anyone goes against her or get to you to use against her she would severely make sure they never do it again and get the most horrific consequences.

The mayor made sure to take care of you and protected you from harm plus stealing some snack food for you to eat on if asked cause he’s the mayor! But would bring you with him or leave you with his lady just to make sure your curiosity don’t get to you and you run off.

Lbd makes sure that you were never seen when she began tricking the spider group and was satisfied when they were dealt with. She was also glad that she had sun wukong under control when that happened and made sure that both mayor and sun was guarding you when she couldn’t be with you and guard you in her own way.

Spiderqueen:

At first she thought you were some type of spider that she didn’t know of when her minions brought the egg you were in to her; she didn’t really care about species you were but was glad that they had brought you to her so she can have a heir for her to guide and raise.

She had syntax and huntsman take care of you since they most likely know how to make sure you’re healthy and would be able to hatch safely with know accidents while strong spider guard you when the others and her couldn’t at the moment.

She would knit you clothes from her web and make sure it’s just a blanket at the moment as she doesn’t know what you could be but do get carried away and make other clothing for you even if you wouldn’t be able to fit it.

You had created a lot of electricity when you decided it was time to hatch; destroying some of syntax computers and some of the minion eggs that spiderqueen has around the lair.

This made her even more overprotective considering how powerful you would grow up to be by just witnessing your hatching creating so much damage to her lair.

She would spend all her time with you, wether it’s to spend time with her new daughter and heir or to talk about strategy to through off this ‘sun wukong’ you don’t know of, and even if she explains what strategy she would use you still wouldn’t get it but love how you’re included and get to spend time with you mama.

With the others you mostly nip at them; strong spider mostly since he can take the amount of strength you have in your jaws at the moment, but he knows that he soon wouldn’t as you grown into a bigger and stronger being. Syntax takes care of you and make sure you have the education you need to properly rule next to your mother but doesn’t like how close you always seem to get with chewing the wires to his stuff. Huntsman will make sure that you’re fed and clean along with other stuff when spiderqueen and the others aren’t available to help take care of you, he even took you to his boyfriend for you to meet, which lead to you almost eating one of Sandy’s cats, which you apologized in your own little way with the help of huntsman who also apologized as well for the trouble.

Nezha:

When he found it was when he was able to finally take a break from guarding the map; which isn’t that much of a long break but he does cherish it and make sure to use it wisely, he found you in one of the gardens that he visits usually when he does take a break, this time with a surprise for him.

He was at a lost to see what appears to be a dragon egg almost and decided to go to the jade emperor.

That didn’t help much as the jade emperor had only said ask around if any dragon had lost a egg by accident and if no one did and it’s not claim then to either take care of it himself or bring it to the human realm and let one of the mortals take care of it.

When you did hatch it was while he was guarding the map which he was glad that it has a protective spell around it because it seem that electricity surrounds you and make you float in the air making the current of electricity go below where you had been laying before this happened.

The first thing you see when you hatched was a female with pink aesthetic and now declared her as your mama. When you were able to speak you started to call him mama which made him scold you saying that he wasn’t your mother or father but you kept on insisting that he ended up caving in just to keep you from making a fuss.

He tries to make sure you don’t cause to much trouble for anybody, or even leave his sight cause when you go missing disaster usually strikes; quite literally with how you have electricity abilities, and the fact that you get into all sorts of trouble when he isn’t looking sort of remind him on a certain monkey king.

He makes sure to educate you on the things you need to know and make sure to train you on your abilities while keeping you close to him as to not get kidnapped and used for the powers you have been birth with and to make sure you don’t cause as much chaos as you would have if he didn’t keep his eye on you.

Traffic light trio:

Redson is the one who had found you and was showing the egg to his significant others; mk and mei. He was wondering if maybe one of them could tell him what you could be because when he researched nothing came up.

When mk and mei saw what their mboyfriend had they grew both worried and happy; worried for what happened to the parents and happy to possibly found a new species before anyone else than the three and to make a new friend that they would take care of.

They made sure to keep the egg warm and cozy along with making sure you stay safe; they decided to use redson’s home as a base to take care of you since he has and can build all the things you might need. Mei made sure to get the comfortable and cozy blanket for you to use while you’re in the egg and for when you hatched. Mk loves to talk to you and tell you all the exciting things that the four of you would do when you hatch even if you can’t hear him yet.

When you hatched it didn’t really fazed them as much as it would when they would be before defeating lbd but they were amazed at the light show and stayed at a safe distance while eating popcorn with sunglasses, mk and mei mostly than redson.

They noticed how you are lizard like with some human features as well; and how you’re able to spark out lighting at such a young age with how you just hatched moments before, how they know is because you accidentally sparked redson which resulted in his hair frizz out and have bits of electricity weaving through his hair.

Mei would get you toys while redson would help with your health and education as you grow older, mk would spend time with you when the other two couldn’t and when they other two want special time with you and mk.

You like anything really but have to eat your vegetables which is hard for them unless they hide it cause you like your meat, though you sometimes catch bugs and eat them when they either go out to the city or to the garden mei and redson have which lead to a check up to make sure you’re alright and won’t get sick; you apparently have the capability to eat bugs like a lizard which is a good thing to know but also weirded out a little when you do decide to eat bugs, but quickly got over it.

(A/n: I hoped y’all liked it!! This has a bit more characters than I’m used to but I’m glad I was able to do it! Anyway like I said in the beginning hope y’all like it and have a wonderful day/evening/night!!😁)

(I had to quickly add the traffic light trio when I posted this as I had forgotten 😅😂🤣)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #crossover #anime crossover #jttw #lmk macaque #godzilla #x child reader #yandere x reader #platonic #yandere

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carpehistoryandthepens · 4 months

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Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part nine

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three, four, Five, six seven, eight

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

Zhenya winced as he woke up and opened his bedroom door. Everything was blurry, and he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he sensed something was wrong. He had been mildly dizzy when he woke up, and he could hear Nikita coughing in his sleep in his bedroom.

A terrible smell, like rotten eggs, filled the air.

Fuck. That wasn't a good sign. They didn't have eggs in the house at the moment. They finished them yesterday.

The smell got worse as he got to the ground floor. Walking around, he couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

Double fuck. Zhenya grabbed his phone and booked it up the stairs. He knocked on Anna's door, pausing momentarily before coming in.

She was half asleep, glaring at him, clearly unhappy to be woken up. "Zhenya?" she asked, pushing herself up.

"I think we need to leave." He said in a rush, urgency bleeding into his words. "Maybe call our gas guy to check our pipes."

As she woke up more, the smell came through the open doorway toward the bed. The problem of being wealthy: better insulation of doorways – it kept most of the smell away.

She scrunched up her nose as she caught the terrible scent. "Ugh. Yeah. Let's do that." She pushed herself out of bed and started to get ready.

Nikita coughed again down the hall, a deep, racking cough that wasn't like his typical colds.

Anna and Zhneya both winced. "How about you take Nikita to practice today, and I'll call the maintenance guy?" she asked.

Zhenya agreed; at least he knew Nikita wouldn't ask too many questions if Zhenya remembered to bring the mini sticks.

Mike did his [MW1] damnedest to stay out of Sid's way when he got to the rink with Marisol.

He stayed away from Geno, Nikita, and the few of the other kids their fathers brought to the camp. Which sucked. He liked Geno, and Marisol got along with the other kids at the party last night.

But it was Mike and Marsiol's fault the Pens lost last night, and Mike wasn't letting Sid figure that out.

Not if losing badly in the preseason was a precursor to the season.

Mike wasn't going to get in the way of the best thing that could happen to them; to do that, he had to stay out of the way of the literal hockey superstar, probably his biological father. Maybe it wasn't fair to keep that from Sid, but Mike hadn't been able to leave his fucking aunt's house by being fair.

Instead of staying to meet the other kids, Mike set his and Marisol's stuff up in an unused office that overlooked the rink rather than in their regular place in the player's lounge. At least, Mike reassured himself, he could see the Pens practice better here than in the player's lounge.

Mike spent the last few days lost and overwhelmed. But while watching the preseason game at Rusty's home with the other children the previous night, it may be his fault Sid wasn't playing that well.

During one of Sid's shifts in the second period – with an offhand mention about Sid's game day rituals- Mike realized that he had broken them. Or maybe just interfered with them? Mike didn't know. He had to research Sid's pre-game day and stay out of his way.

But Mike frowned at the ice from the ledge he and Marisol had chosen as their own away from the team; it wasn't enough. When Sid was on the ice, they watched. Or really, Mike watched; Marisol played with the few stuffed animals he could bring.

The Pens still lost their preseason game yesterday, and it was his and Marisol's fault. They were a big distraction to Sid, and it showed. Sid didn't play the best that Mike had seen; Sid didn't even play great.

That must be Mike and Marisol's fault. They were the only thing that was different this season. there was no such thing as "dad power." Coach Rob had yelled at one of the u18 boys for talking about him and his girlfriend having a kid – maybe it would get him seen by the scouts before the draft. The kid looked so scared; as far as Mike knew, he and his girlfriend didn't have a kid, and he had been drafted.

As the practice went on, Mike watched and worried. Sid seemed to be skating well…. maybe it was a fluke? What if it wasn't? What if Sid wanted them to leave? That private school looked like it had dorms. Where would Marisol go if Mike was sent there?

He was already getting so comfortable with this life, which terrified Mike. Even though it was such a short time, seeing Sid's agent yesterday was eye-opening. Sid was a star, and Mike could not get in the way of that.

Sid honestly cared about them. Or at least it seemed like that. He was a good person. Mike had slept through the night for the first time in months. It helped that Sid had not mentioned Marisol having her own room or taking her away at all.

Not like his aunt. Aunt Cynthia had pushed for them to be separated.

At first, she didn't want to take Marisol in at all; all she wanted to do was take him in. Really. It wasn't even her who wanted him. It was her creepy asshole of a husband, Rodger.

Rodger had spent the entire six months they lived with them, saying in turn that Mike was as good as his own son and Mike was good for nothing, just like his mother. Mike snorted to himself; if that was how that man raised kids, Mike was glad he didn't have of his own. Mike was not Rodger's son, but Rodger didn't believe that – no matter how much Mike told him.

"Mike?" Marisol asked, looking up from her stuffed unicorn.

"Yes, Marisol?" Mike asked in Spanish. He had to keep on speaking to her in Spanish. No one else will. He wasn't about to let her lose their parents.

"Are we safe here?"

Mike blinked. "Yes. Why are you asking?"

"You look scared," she said with finality. "You shouldn't be scared. Sidney likes us and won't try to make us go to different places." She said, attempting to make the unicorn pat Mike on the knee.

It was more like the entirety of the unicorn's upper body was bumping against his knee, but it still made Mike smile enough to take his mind off her words.

Of course, Marisol would remember that Aunt Cynthia wanted to send them to different families. Rodger, and she only really liked him. The state had convinced them that they needed to take both. There was no one left.

Just like now. "I don't know, Marisol," Mike said truthfully.

"It's okay." Marisol said, "'Made it to Pitt'gh. Just like 'u said, we would. 'Things work out.'" She finished quoting their mom, sounding just like her. "Ice skate soon?" She looked at the ice and watched the players skate around.

Mike laughed, his worry vanishing for a moment. Clearly, Marisol was done with the conversation. Their mom would say that for years. She always believed things would work out as they needed, no matter what. They would have to work on things to make it happen.

"I'll have to ask Sid," Mike said, returning to the practice where the Pens were starting to work on special teams. Mike had missed practice. Getting some ice time can't be too hard. Obviously, Sid liked skating, so Mike's asking to go skating would be pretty close to Sid's routine. So Mike and Marisol wouldn't be a problem, not here. Mike can ask for this without feeling like he is ruining everything.

"Can we skate with them?" she asked, pointing to the group of kids playing with mini sticks by the practice rink bench. Mike thought it was Geno's kid – Nikita, maybe? - and Jeff Carter's kids.

Mike wished he could say yes. He hoped so hard that it would be okay. But he didn't know and wasn't about to make friends before he knew they wouldn't be taken away again.

Telegram:

(1213) Anna: the maintenance person is here.

(1213) Anna: I know you're on the ice, but she's making all sorts of negative-sounding English.

(1230) Anna: That tiny earthquake from a few months ago did more damage than we thought.

(1245) Anna: oh no. She called backup – something about wanting to double-check something. That really isn't good, is it?

(1304) Zhenya: no, it's not. Damnit. Complicated and expensive.

(1304) Anna: my thoughts exactly.

(1304) Anna: also tell Nikita not to call me for half an hour, okay? I have to talk to the maintenance people so I won't answer.

(1306) Zhenya: I will tell him. or distract him. Either works.

Although Mike knew it was going to be at least a few more days, maybe weeks, before the DNA test results were going to be back, even expedited as they were, he was still hopeful when he saw Anthony talking to Sid in the locker room after the practice was done. They would get lunch in the player's lounge before Sid had video and other team requirements. The Pens were still in training camp.

At Anthony's slight shake of his head to Sid's question, Mike knew the results weren't back from the hospital yet. Mike would love for the uncertainty to go away.

He just wanted to know.

He took Marisol's hand and led them to Sid's locker. Sid had already showered and changed out of the practice gear. Mike was glad; he didn't like the look or smell of that jock. He thought that he, himself, might have some weird superstitions. But if Sid was actually his father, it apparently was in his blood.

Mike missed his own gear, however. Nothing was the top of the line; he knew better than to ask for that, but it was good gear, and Mike had to leave it all behind to fit everything for Marisol and him. All he had were skates.

Marisol pulled out of Mike's grasp as soon as they got close enough. "Mr. Sid!" she said, pulling herself up on the bench.

Sid blinked in surprise. Marisol hadn't called him by any name before, and Mike hoped it wasn't uncomfortable for him.

"Hi, Marisol. Did you behave for your brother?" Sid asked, smiling and reaching down to pick her up.

Marisol nodded happily from his arms. Mike didn't feel the overwhelming concern he usually felt when people tried to carry her. "We played in the stands, and I want to go skating. Like you!" she said brightly, waving her stuffed unicorn around.

"Marisol!" Mike said with a wince. He was hoping to ease into the question instead of going in bluntly.

Sid didn't even seem to mind. He just threw his head back and laughed. "I think you'll need skates for that," he said, smiling at them both. "Can't skate without them."

Marisol scowled down at the floor for a moment before looking up. "Mike has skates!" she declared.

Mike felt Sid's gaze. "Does he?" he asked Marisol in a gentle tone. "Ice? Or road?"

Marisol nodded, big and over-exaggerated. "Hockey!"

Mike answered Sid's questioning glance. "Yeah. In my bag. They were the only things. That I… Brought."

Mike couldn't read Sid's face well yet, but his tone was gentle when he said, "When we get home, I can show you both where the synthetic ice is." Then, he trailed off a little uncertainly, "I mean, if that's what you want."

Marisol responded for Mike again, "He does! He always likes to skate."

One of the teammates Mike didn't know the name of yet leaned over from the next stall. Mike really did have to learn all of their names. He grew up a Kings fan; the only ones he knew of before were Sid, Geno, Jeff Carter, and Kris Letang.

"You any good?" The guy – Mike thinks his name is Teddy, but he isn't sure if that's a nickname or an actual one – asked.

Mike couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. "Top line D for my travel team." Then he faltered, smiling dropping from his face. "Or well… I was. It's been several months since I've skated. Honestly, I don't even know if my skates fit anymore. I had a growth spurt a few months ago."

"I mean. If Sid's your old man, you've got something to work with." Teddy smiled and skipped right over the implications. "Get him in some skates, Cap."

Sid nodded thoughtfully. "What was your pads size?" he asked before calling one of the other equipment guys to help Mike get proper-sized gear.

Mike tried his best to control his excitement. It wasn't working; he was too excited about the prospect of actually playing with gear. It had been over six months. It would take time for them to get gear his size. His skates were still at home… back at Sid's house. Maybe if they had to leave, he could keep the gear.

That swift reminder made the happiness in Mike's veins freeze. Mike had to keep remembering that it was not home yet. Sid might not keep them if they hurt his game too much. But, oh, Sid would make sure that they are cared for. Mike didn't doubt that; in the last week, Mike had seen how caring Sid could be.

But they might not stay there. Stay in Sid's life.

Sid's hopeful, happy expression clouded over to a confused one as he stared at Mike, and Mike did his best to plaster a smile again.

Sid wouldn't just throw them out.

#'sid has a teen he didn't know about' au #sidgeno #8771 #i write?#this will take a while to write #working title: Legacy (what is a legacy?)#writers block + school work + work work = busy time and is annoying

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Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

Chapter One: Edge of Seventeen

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Series)

Summary: After the events of last year, all (Y/N) Hopper can do is hope for a bit of normal. But having an adopted sister with superpowers, a gaggle of 13 year olds to tend to, and a new boy in town, things are bound to get stranger.

part two! part three!

(A/N: reader is hopper’s daughter but as a mixed person, i’m just pretending that his ex wife was hispanic, and that sarah was just mixed, too. also, i tried to use y/n as little as possible, but i still used it a few times. sorry!)

*****

“You better be in there, or you’re grounded.” Hopper stood on the other side of her bedroom door. He always decided to be particularly annoying at 6:30 in the morning, and he loved to bring up the fact that she had snuck out literally one time 2 years prior.

“Jesus, Dad, you’re so annoying!” She buried her face into her pillow and flipped him off through the door when she heard him let out a low chuckle, after which he approached Eleven’s door next.

“You up? It’s time for breakfast.” He sounded muffled, but (Y/N) could clearly hear the difference in tone.

It was strange, and she felt guilty to even suggest this, but ever since El had moved in, Hopper seemed to be finding more and more faults within his own daughter. Nothing too serious, but he teased more and acted like she wasn’t nearly 18, for god’s sake. Lately, he had become a helicopter parent, and it was especially embarrassing when he would insist on driving her places with his big police car.

“Are you coming to eat?” Eleven knocked softly, her words deliberate and well practiced during her time alone.

“Yeah, just let me piss first.” It was fun to teach El the things Hopper wouldn’t, like swear words and pop culture. She always giggled when learning about things she knew Hopper would disapprove of.

“Real good example for El, huh?” He stood against the wall as she opened the door.

She just rolled her eyes, stepping past him and to the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror for a moment, she noticed the bags under her eyes. After the events of last year, she had frequent nightmares. Men in suits coming to take Eleven away, demogorgons chasing her through the woods, Jonathan and Nancy taking Barb’s place. They came every night and terrorized what little sleep she got, dominating her subconscious with ferocity. It was getting harder now that it had been around a year, and it probably didn’t help that she spent most of her free time with the Byers, witnessing Will’s recovery first hand.

She pissed and washed her hands, opting to brush her teeth after she ate.

“I am confused. What is Halloween?” El turned to her sister of less than a year as soon as she walked into the main area of the cabin. The little superhero pointed at the television and an ad for a horror movie marathon on Halloween Night played softly.

“It’s a holiday! Kids dress up in costumes and get candy from neighbors, and teenagers usually just watch scary movies and go to parties.”

“No parties.” Hopper walked to the little dining table and placed 3 plates of eggs and bacon.

It was like he had a vendetta against the other kids her age in Hawkins. His deep disdain for the kids Steve used to hang around made sense, but he really only liked Jonathan and sometimes Nancy at this point. Maybe Steve, if he wasn’t being too annoying that day. It was pretty frustrating that the only person she could hang out with and get no complaints from her dad was constantly busy, either with some job he was doing or obsessing after Nancy. But, she couldn’t complain. She was pretty sure that whenever she started liking someone, she would be pretty annoying about it, too.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Dad. Also, I was wondering if I could sleepover at Robin’s on Saturday?”

Robin was the best friend (Y/N) could ever ask for. After meeting at work, the animal shelter, they instantly hit it off. It didn’t matter that Robin was a year younger, or that she didn’t know about the Upside Down. She was a good friend, who actually cared about her, and genuinely wanted what was best for the both of them. Even Hopper had to admit that.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I can give you some money for pizza if you want.” He smiled gently, glancing over at his daughters.

He truly did love them. After Sarah, when his wife left, he completely expected (Y/N) to follow her mother. But she didn’t. She chose her dad, and he felt so lucky that she wanted to be with him. He’d watched her grow from just a little baby to the beautiful young woman she was becoming, and honestly, he couldn’t be more proud, even if he did want her to stay a child a little longer. And Eleven? God, did he feel bad for her. He had overheard some of the late night talks his daughters had in the small cabin, heard the horror stories of Hawkins Lab. How a 13 year old girl had still managed to come out of a childhood like that and still be so kind? It baffled him, but he was grateful anyway. Sure, he couldn’t take her to the movies like he wanted to, and sure, he couldn’t have a picture of her in his office. But he was just grateful to have saved her in the woods before something truly awful could happen to her. And most of all, he was grateful that they got along and actually cared about each other.

“Come eat your breakfast, we’re leaving in 20 minutes.”

*****

As she walked the hallways of Hawkins High she fiddled with the pendant of her matching necklace that she had bought for herself and Eleven. It was a little blue flower pendant on a silver chain, and they both wore it every single day. Once, Eleven thought she had lost it during her shower, but since she never left the cabin, it was pretty easy to find.

“Hey, I was looking for you!” Robin bounced up and linked their arms together.

“My dad said Saturday’s cool. I just want to be back by noon on Sunday.” She couldn’t tell Robin, but she had been promising El that they would have a Star Wars marathon, as it was something Mike liked, and honestly, (Y/N) enjoyed them, too.

“That’s fine. My mom got some weird foot scrub thing that’s supposed to take all the dead skin off. Did you know the white flaky shit on your heels is dead skin?! I thought it was like, cellulite for your foot. Maybe I’m crazy, though. Also, she has a coupon for Family Video if you wanna rent a movie. A Nightmare On Elm Street just came out, and there’s Johnny Depp for you and Heather Langenkamp for me. Although, you probably like Heather, too. Oh, and—” Robin rambled, but it was totally endearing. Usually she just talked until she tired herself out or something interrupted her.

“Hey!” Steve saddled up beside (Y/N), paying Robin no mind. “Did you hear that there’s a new kid?”

Honestly, she hadn’t. She usually had her walkman playing as she walked around, but today she forgot it. Still, with Robin in her ear, she had missed the gossip.

“Yeah? Where are they from?”

“California, I think. Name’s Billy or something. He pulled up in this loud ass Camaro and scared the shit out of Eleanor Nichols.” Steve ran his hand through his hair and slung an arm around his friend.

They had become a bit close last year when all of the shit with the lab had calmed down. Steve was a really nice person to talk to since she didn’t want to bother Jonathan now that his brother was back. He was totally different than what she had expected, but she still felt a little guilty liking him so much when she knew he was with the girl Jonathan wanted.

“Wonder why he would come here of all places.” She mused to herself, waving at both Robin and Steve as she walked into her class. Steve and Robin didn’t even look at each other as they both walked in different directions.

*****

Jonathan slid into the seat next to her at lunch, a routine they always followed. They handed each other half their sandwich, a PB&J for a turkey and cheese. It was something they had done since they were kids, and they didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

“My mom is wondering when you’re gonna come by again.”

“Oh, whenever! I’ve just been a little busy with El, she’s been really clingy. Not that I mind, obviously. I just always feel guilty leaving her alone so long that I really only do my own shit on the weekends when Hopper’s home.”

“No, that makes sense. I hate dropping Will off at school, I just wish I could go with him.” Jonathan ate his chips, passing the bag to her.

“You wanna be in middle school again?” She laughed and took a handful.

“Fuck, no. I’m done with swirlies.”

Unfortunately, both her and Jonathan dealt with a lot of bullying in middle school. Why did kids think it was funny that someone’s parents were divorced? And holy shit, when they found out her sister had died, she had a huge target on her back.

“Hear about the new kid?” Jonathan scribbled in his notebook, some english assignment he didn’t do last night.

“That’s all anyone’s talking about. I haven’t seen him, though.”

“The girl behind me in third period called him ‘pure sex’. What does that even mean?”

As if the universe was listening to him, Billy Hargrove pushed through the double doors separating the hall and the cafeteria, a black leather jacket and blue denim jeans adorning his body. With an AC/DC graphic t-shirt, one dangly silver earring, a cigarette, and pure confidence, he strolled past the staring masses and sat alone at a table. He winked at Holly Peterson, a preacher’s daughter, to which she gasped and turned back around.

“That’s what it means, Byers. That guy has totally had a threesome.”

“Dude!”

“No, you physically can’t tell me he hasn’t.”

“…”

“My point, exactly.”

*****

Robin was constantly late, and it was pretty much her only flaw. She mostly forgot about time, and only remembered when she was already late. Luckily, the animal shelter was about a 10 minute walk away from the high school, so they could run and just change into their uniforms at work.

It was actually a pretty decent job. Feeding the cats and dogs, taking the dogs on walks, petting the cats, changing the litter boxes, cleaning the kennels, petting the dogs, helping with adoptions, and manning the front desk. The best part, however, was seeing how happy the animals got when the girls walked into their section. Even the meanest, grumpiest animals just needed a little love and understanding. And, honestly, something awful probably had to have happened for them to turn out that way, so (Y/N) approached every situation with empathy and a limitless well of understanding.

The best dog in the entire kennel was named Yosemite, and he was a little rottweiler. He was found in an abandoned trailer, starving and cold, but he was taken to the shelter where (Y/N) had worked tirelessly to bring him back up to a healthy weight. Honestly, Yosemite was her passion project. She had been begging Hopper to let her adopt him, stating that a dog would be good protection for Eleven, and honestly, Hopper was coming around.

Honestly, Hopper was running late. Although he usually picked up his daughter after every shift, he was nowhere to be found at by 7:30, 45 minutes after her shift had ended.

Robin had offered to stay, but (Y/N) insisted her dad was on the way and would flip when he arrived and she wasn’t there. So Robin left, and she waited.

“Thanks, Dad. I’d totally love to walk home after sunset in October. Nah, I’m sure I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m an attractive teenage girl alone at night with no way to defend myself.” She pulled herself together and began her walk home, about 10 miles. “I’ll get there in two motherfucking months!”

She didn’t even care about how hungry she was, how exhausted. Pure anger fueled her walk, annoyance at her dad. She really hoped he had a good excuse, like some police emergency. If she found out he was just at home sleeping she was going to go apeshit.

She had actually made it about 2 miles (45 minutes later) when a recognizable white ford pickup sped by, splashing her with a freezing roadside puddle.

“FUCK!” She screamed, completely drenched and furious. She knew that truck. It belonged to Jackson Mulroney, the baseball captain. He was a shitty guy who had been arrested once by Hopper for sexual assault, eventually getting the charges dropped by his daddy’s lawyer. He was gross, and he most likely did it on purpose.

She sat down on the muddy ground, not caring at this point. She cried, like truly ugly cried. She was freezing and hungry and still had around 3 more hours of walking to do, depending on how long she stayed there. Cars whizzed past, and she hoped they didn’t recognize her, but she just couldn’t bring herself to keep walking.

Some time later, a blue Camaro slowly stopped next to where she rested. The passenger side window rolled down.

“You alright?” A deep voice spoke, their face obstructed by the darkness of the evening.

“No.”

“Need a ride?”

She stood, knowing far too much about serial killer tactics from Hopper to trust this stranger so easily.

“No, I don’t think so.” She turned and kept walking, adrenaline pushing her along.

“Well, how far have you got to go?” He drove alongside her.

“None of your business.”

A passing car’s headlights illuminated the person inside.

It was Billy Hargrove.

“Look, I can’t just let you walk god knows how far, soaking wet when it’s 45 degrees outside. Get in the car.”

“I’m muddy and going to get your seats wet.”

He rummaged around in the backseat, eventually finding a towel and laying it across the passenger seat.

“I really don’t know why you have a towel back there.” She opened the door and could practically hear Hopper screaming at her to not get in the car, but it was his fault she was out here anyway.

“Nah, you don’t.”

She slid into the seat, the heated air a welcome sensory change. “Oh, shit. It’s so warm in here.”

“Yeah. I hate the cold.” He shook his head and turned the volume of his radio down.

“You’re from California, right? Left up here, by the way.”

“So, you’ve heard of me?” He smiled as he turned left.

“Everyone has. I’m (Y/N) Hopper.”

He repeated her name as if he was committing it to memory.

“Can I ask why you’re soaking wet? It hasn’t rained since this morning.”

“Because my dad never picked me up from work and after I just decided to walk, Jackson fucking Mulroney drive by at 85 miles per hour through a puddle.”

“Damn. I know all about shitty dads.”

“He’s not shitty. But he’s the chief of police,” a good fact to mention just in case he was a serial killer after all, “so he’s just always really busy. Turn right here.” She was pissed at her dad, sure, but she was adamant that he was still a good father.

“Oh.” Billy wasn’t sure what to say.

“I’m just gonna rant to you for a minute. Is that okay?”

“Go right ahead, Princess.”

She felt heat rise to her cheeks ever so slightly and nodded.

“He’s usually there early, so there better be a good fucking excuse for this. I mean, I started walking at 7:30, and now it’s…” she checked Billy’s watch, her own needing a new battery after getting soaked, “8:37!”

“Maybe there was a problem at the station.” Seeing this girl he didn’t really know so frustrated was weird for Billy. He wasn’t used to people opening up so easily, being so transparent with their thoughts and feelings, let alone swearing about it. Billy was used to girls being coy, playing the long game. He really liked her frankness and honesty.

“I fucking hope so. Shit, I don’t mean I want there to be a problem.” She bit her lip as she briefly considered that there were more Upside Down related problems.

“He could have at least arranged for someone to pick you up, though.”

“I didn’t even consider that!”

Billy chucked at her outrage and kept driving. She really did have a long ass way to walk.

“You can let me out here. My house is like, actually in the woods, so I’m fine.” She started to unbuckle and Billy shook his head.

“How far into the woods?”

“Like a 4 minute drive, it’s fine.” She started to open the door, but he stretched across the center console and shut it for her.

“I’m not about to let you get eaten by a bear or some shit.” He pulled into a little side road and she led the way.

“Thank you, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She got the impression that Billy was someone who really cared about his reputation. His perfectly styled hair, the flashy car, the really good cologne. She would have felt embarrassed about being muddy in such an attractive boy’s car, but she was so tired at this point that she couldn’t bring herself to care. She could agonize over it later.

“I’ll make it up to you somehow. Need a lunch buddy?”

“A lunch buddy?” He laughed, like actually laughed. He hadn’t heard that term since second grade.

“Yeah, me and my friend Jonathan sit near the bathrooms. Sometimes we sit outside in the spring. You can join us if you want to.”

“You know, I might take you up on that. That annoying chick Carrie or something will not leave me alone.”

“Carol? Yeah, she sucks ass. She started a rumor in middle school that I was a cult leader. Can you imagine a 12 year old sacrificing virgins?”

They were approaching the cabin and Hopper’s van wasn’t outside. Eleven had been alone way longer than usual.

“This your castle, Princess?”

“The one and only. Thanks, Billy. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Table near the bathrooms. Got it.” He flashed a charming grin, very practiced and perfected. She tried not to swoon as she walked up to the steps.

She knocked in the specific pattern El knew as Billy peeled off. His engine was extremely loud.

“Late.” Eleven called from her bedroom.

“Yeah, Dad never picked me up. A friend had to drive me home.” Were they friends? Not really, but it just seemed like a lot to explain to the young teenager.

“Hopper is not home?” She stepped out of her room and into the main area.

“No. Did you eat yet?”

“Why are you so dirty?”

“I got splashed. Let me change and I’ll make some macaroni and cheese.” She walked past Eleven and into her bedroom.

Where the fuck was Hopper?

*****

The next day, gossip around Hawkins High was that Billy Hargrove had beat up Jackson Mulroney. Jackson had gone home with two black eyes, a split lip, and a broken nose. When asked why, Billy just shrugged and said, “Fucker should drive carefully.” The irony wasn’t lost on him.

“I’m serious, I haven’t seen someone that injured since I fucked up Steve in the alleyway.” Jonathan laughed to himself in the cafeteria at the table near the bathrooms.

“Which you got arrested for, so don’t try to act all cool.”

“Still fucked him up.” It was a point of pride for Jonathan, something he knew he had over the boy Nancy seemed to like so much.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. She absolutely planned on asking Billy about it when he sat down. Was this over last night? Jackson obviously deserved it, but she couldn’t believe Billy would do something like that for a near stranger. She was almost certain something else must have happened between them.

“Shut up and eat your sandwich.”

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Billy sauntered over to the pair. He had been given detention, but didn’t mind much. It wasn’t like that was new for him.

“Hello, Princess. You’re Jonathan?” He sized up the boy sitting with his new friend.

“Hey, man. Yeah.” Jonathan nodded and stuck out his hand for Billy to shake. It was firm, not particularly aggressive or friendly.

“Sit! We were actually just talking about you.” Billy raised his eyebrows, again admiring her candor. “Heard about your little scuffle with Jackson.” She took a really big bite of the turkey and cheese.

“Did you? Well, I’m pretty sure you know why.”

Jonathan glanced between the two. She had mentioned that they would have a guest at lunch but she didn’t mention that it would be Billy. She had also mentioned that someone had driven her home after Hopper didn’t show, and Jonathan connected the dots.

“Jackson splashed you?” He was pretty mad.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter. Clearly, Billy handled it for me.” She gave him a small smile and slid him her apple and chips. “Where’s your lunch?”

He didn’t have one. Neil and Susan didn’t grocery shop, they just brought home shitty fast food or let Max and Billy fend for themselves. He’d had too many cans of chili this week, usually just eating dinner anyway.

“Forgot it. Thanks.” He was secretly extremely grateful and couldn’t believe he’d found the one nice person in Hawkins, Indiana.

“We share food all the time. I have a banana if you want it.” Jonathan offered, holding it out for Billy.

“Sure. Thanks.” Two nice people.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery x reader #billy x reader

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sneezemonster15 · 1 year

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Hey...did you saw Michael B Jordan's Creed III interview about the inspiration he got from the Vote2 ?? does that mean he knows Naruto & Sasuke are more than friends??

Hehehe. I think what this dude said is testament to how powerful and inspiring vote two is, and in saying that, how beautifully nuanced and strong Sasuke and Naruto's relationship is. And no wonder, Michael B Jordan is an artist, he will respond to something artfully, visually, stunningly emotional like vote two, and get inspired by it and give it an homage in his own work. Not surprising at all. It's how artists do. Hehe. Well, I think it's pretty clear to anyone with a bit of sense that their relationship is much much more intense than friendship. The opinion that they are 'just friends' is extremely counter intuitive, because Kishi goes a looong and intricate way to impress upon the audience how special their relationship is, and that 'just friends' simply doesn't cut it. The whole point of this story is the here come along Naruto and Sasuke who are both destined to break the chains of hatred their world is bound in. They will do something that no one else before them could do, no matter how strong. Because the boys had something the rest of them didn't. Love. Their pure unadulterated love for each other that makes them prioritize each other over everything else in their world. Their bond is stronger than anything else their world has seen. That's why they were the destined ones who changed this world. And then in a stroke of irony, became bound to it.

That Kishi goes such a long and hard way to impress this upon the audience is literally proof of the fact that even though Naruto calls Sasuke his 'friend', it was never true, and that Naruto simply didn't understand what to call it. His calling Sasuke friend has always felt unsatisfactory to the audience. It was designed that way. So many characters in the manga itself are offended that Naruto would go such a long way to save a 'friend'. When it comes to Sasuke, he doesn't listen to anyone, not even Jiraiya, someone Naruto considers 'family'. Not Kakashi, not Gaara, not Shikamaru, not Sakura, not Raikage, no one. Sasuke himself is never pleased when Naruto calls him a friend, he is either surprised, displeased or angry. Consistently. Which is EXACTLY why his quite evident burstout in chapter 698 makes so much sense, it is key to the resolution of the story and their relationship.

"But what does it exactly mean to you?"

As we have seen in the whole course of the manga, brother hasn't cut it, neither has friends or comrades. They are each other's 'one and only', the word 'friends' is obviously used as mockery. Layering. Just Kishi doing his thang. But it has a purpose. It is a very unusual story for its genre after all. It needs to be subtle and not everyone gets it. Certainly not in this target group.

It's just plain denial to call them just friends. There's no precedent in their universe itself, that's like them. No other friendship, no other relationship, in the manga itself looks like theirs, people who call them just friends are quite obviously mistaken. To say they are just friends is proof that you either weren't paying attention or were born yesterday to not have known what just friendship looks like.

I think I can safely say Jordan is smarter than that. He knows that vote two is great because it is great. As simple as that. It's not a matter of opinion. Kishi hits all the spots narratively and visually. Vote two was lent authenticity (I mean something like vote two could have easily been the most cringefest ever if it happened between the wrong two characters or if those characters didn't have the level of nuanced, hi powered development that SNS had), because of how Kishi wrote this story. It is a love story. While talking about many serious themes, everything in it was geared towards the development of characters and relationship of Sasuke and Naruto. They are literally the 'main act'. That's why vote two has the impact that it does. That's why it inspires people like you and me and this man and so many fans all over the world.

But some fans think they are brothers because that's the lens they watched them through. And as their projection takes over, they simply ignore all the 'red flags' in their brotherhood vision. What they remember is that Naruto once called Sasuke his brother. Vote one, Naruto 'wonders' if Sasuke was like a brother, because he has no frame of reference to understand the nature of relationships, like cmon, he is an orphan who has always lived alone, what's not cracking? Heteronormative people don't really see the quite evident nuance in that scene, and we know for a fact that Kishi is hella good at layering his scenes, especially SNS scenes. With SNS, Kishi is so sensitive, clever and passionate and crazy and romantic and really funny. He is very well read, he has admitted that he spends a long time on research and he is a cinema geek. His writing is so emotionally intuitive, it has impacted the fans to such a point that not only almost all of his primary, secondary, tertiary and even extra characters have their own global fanbase, lol, but the polarization within the fandom also has its own fanbase. Hahah. Naruto fans are very emotionally attached to their lens, because the story had such an impact on them. They are sure of their lenses, it's very hard to budge them. Until they grow up. Some do. That's when the revelation happens. Just dawns on them. Lol. I bet you have seen more fans who converted to SNS from NH or SS but rarely vice versa.

But shounen is targeted at a certain age group/target group, so you do see a lot of underdeveloped sense of comprehension here, especially for a story like Naruto, a gay love story in the mindfully clever disguise of a shounen battle manga. Does anyone know when Micheal B Jordan watched Naruto the first time? His wiki page doesn't say anything about that -

Also, he is talking about anime, and the anime does try to hetishize Naruto. For a person who is already projecting on their characters and relationship, filler scenes like Naruto telling Sai (lol even the studio pointedly chose to portray him as gay, but apparently he still comes off as bi to some fans, idky) he doesn't swing 'that' way, reinforce this projection of theirs.

I think if one hasn't had exposure to gay media or gay visibility/representation, and if one hasn't been able to intellectually normalise homosexuality, it would be easier for them to project on Sasuke and Naruto's relationship and bypass a lot of nuances Kishi writes and draws so pointedly. Also, anime filler doesn't help.

#ask #naruto #sns

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calekinnieplus · 9 months

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HEYYYYY hi. Didn't have time to read Anything yesterday, but I read like 3 ½ hours today, so YAY! Reached chapter 828.

What happened today, you ask? (No you don't lol)

Well! Gehrman Sparrow proceeded to terrify the Tarot Club members by consistently providing Sequence 5 Beyonder characteristics almost every meeting. Last meeting, he put THREE characteristics on sale. And where did he get them, you ask? (no you don't)

WELL! Alger and Gehrman actually went ahead and explored the primitive island with a lot of rare creatures. And in there, two things of note happened. One was that they discovered Another Card of Blasphemy, Tyrant. Which corresponds to the Lord of Storms. And thanks to that, Alger now knows the Sequence 4 potion formula and the ritual. They also had some good loot there, like Beyonder characteristics.

Second thing was the mural. An ancient mural depicting the ancient sun god, also known as the Creator. And he was supposedly being eaten by the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Lord of Storms. Didn't expect the origin story to be This literal, ngl LMAO

Like, DAMN?? Poor Derrick, after finding out about it from the Tarot Gathering, he was going through an existential crisis or smth. Actually, most of them were in shock. Unsurprisingly. A valid reaction tbh.

Oh, and the way Klein connected the dots from the Twilight Hermit Order to that unique island?? I don't say often enough how SMART he is?? Badass, yes. I say it often, because he genuinely is. But, although I am aware of it and always love that about him, he's so Incredibly Smart!! My boy <33

On another note, Hazel somehow got involved with a demigod from the Marauder pathway? Is that what's going on with her and the sewers?

Another thing! Dwayne Dantès! Even though it's his role now, I haven't mentioned much about him. It's so funny how, even while visibly older, the Rizz Klein has is too good. He's out there charming all the ladies. Wouldn't be surprised if some men, too ;)

Will Auceptin is also closer to being born !! Hehe he's so fun, I like him. It's refreshing in a way. He's such a prankster, a silly, goofy kid. Absolutely adorable.

Oh yeah, Audrey made an off-hand mention- IT'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR? OR ACTUALLY, NOT EVEN A YEAR? I mean, it makes sense. There was just one New Years. But damn, so much happened in a year. Klein advanced from Sequence 9 to 5 in a Goddamn YEAR. Incredible. The other members, too! They're going STRONG!

Welp! I think that's all for today. Actually, I think I'm putting these daily updates on pause. College is starting tomorrow, so I doubt I'll be able to consistently read 4-5 hours per day.

Well, I'll definitely continue reading as I have done until now. I'll continue posting the quotes I want to share, ones that amused me, surprised me, made me think of something. If I Do have a day where I read a lot, I might do an update, to keep things straight. Otherwise, this little habit will stop.

But not the binging, of course. The show must go on >:))

Praise be the Fool!

#vertigone rambles #lotm #lord of the mysteries #binging lotm #lotm spoilers #lotm volume 4 #klein moretti #gehrman sparrow #dwayne dantès

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hannigramislife · 1 year

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thanks for your pov! some of those things he didn't do, but I understand why you hold him at fault for them. I think it's interesting that you think he has no love or affection for anyone and always cares about his goals. wouldn't it have been smarter & more cunning & ruthless to just let nhs run the nie into the ground instead of helping them? and to kill qin su earlier, even when rusong was little or before he was born? plus, why be so kind to lan xichen, for most of their lives? and why not kill da-ge in nightless city and blame it on wrh, instead of letting nmj free and then having to dodge his attempts to kill jgy over the xue yang incident? these are some things that make it hard for me to say he does everything out of pure ruthlessness.

All that makes a lot of sense!

Again, my takes are very new, as I just finished the second book literally yesterday. And from all that I read, nothing was pointing in that direction, for me. If the narrative voice is to be believed, Jin Guangyao's actions were all very calculated. Again, if I had the opportunity right now, I could cite them from the book (thank you for this discussion, I am liking the trading of povs!)

I could be wrong! I haven't sat down to think about all of it yet!

When watching the show, I actually found him much more empathetic and believed he actually cared a lot. It was only as I read the book that I was like "Wow, from this perspective, he literally discarded everyone like they were nothing."

Also, I don't get why I'm being told by people that I'm "classist" for saying he wasn't a good person, and that Nie Mingjue deserved to die? Have I completely misinterpreted everything that happened? Countless times, the book mentioned how highly Nie Mingjue thought of Jin Guangyao.

When it comes to your question, it is my personal belief (again, I could be wrong, this all fomes from me finsihing the second book) that Jin Guangyao didn't do things differently, simply because they weren't convenient at the time.

He went undercover in order to gain enough acclaim to be recognized by the Jin Clan, but killing Nie Mingjue at the time was too risky, and what would he gain from that? However, he killed his own father, and Jin Zixuan, and cursed his cousin, so once Nie Mingjue became a problem, how hard would it be for him to get rid of the sect leader? Nie Mingjue became a problem, as I saw it, once he kept pestering JGY about Xue Yang: and we all knownwhat JGY had Xue Yang around for.

Lan Xichen always took his side, so why wouldn't Jin Guangyao be kind to him? The book also said that he went to Lan Xichen with his troubles, but referred to his action as "...trying to sow discord between them (LXC and NMJ)" so idk what to think.

If he is to be believed, Jin Guagyao said "at the beginning, his heart was true" when talking to Qin Su after she found out, but he also said "You must know, A-Song always had to die," so if he was willing to kill his own son, how likely was it that Qin Su would be any different?

As for helping Nie Huaisang with the clan, I have yet to form an opinion about that. Too many things could be considered in that particular equation.

#the untamed #mdzs #character study #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #lan xichen #xue yang #jin zixuan #qin su

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thesynaxarium · 1 year

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Yesterday we also celebrate our Venerable Father Symeon the New Theologian. Saint Symeon was a Byzantine Christian monk and poet who was the last of three saints canonized by the Eastern Orthodox church and given the title of "Theologian" (along with John the Apostle and Gregory of Nazianzus). "Theologian" was not applied to Symeon in the modern academic sense of theological study; the title was designed only to recognize someone who spoke from personal experience of the vision of God. One of his principal teachings was that humans could and should experience theoria (literally "contemplation," or direct experience of God). Saint Symeon was born into the Byzantine nobility and given a traditional education. At age fourteen he met Symeon the Studite, a renowned monk of the Monastery of Stoudios in Constantinople, who convinced him to give his own life to prayer and asceticism under the elder Symeon's guidance. By the time he was thirty, Symeon the New Theologian became the abbot of the Monastery of Saint Mamas, a position he held for twenty-five years. He attracted many monks and clergy with his reputation for sanctity, though his teachings brought him into conflict with church authorities, who would eventually send him into exile. His most well known disciple was Nicetas Stethatos who wrote the Life of Symeon. Symeon is recognized as the first Byzantine mystic to freely share his own mystical experiences. Some of his writings are included in the Philokalia, a collection of texts by early Christian mystics on contemplative prayer and hesychast teachings. Symeon wrote and spoke frequently about the importance of experiencing directly the grace of God, often talking about his own experiences of God as divine light. Another common subject in his writings was the need of putting oneself under the guidance of a spiritual father. The authority for many of his teachings derived from the traditions of the Desert Fathers, early Christian monks and ascetics. Symeon's writings include Hymns of Divine Love, Ethical Discourses, and The Catechetical Discourses. May he intercede for us always + Source: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symeon_the_New_Theologian (at Marmara, Burdur, Turkey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CptBO9tr7bM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Sing Character’s Godly Parents

So yesterday I posted about books and briefly Johnny being a Percy Jackson kid. Well... I fell down a Percy Jackson rabbit hole and assigned the characters their godly parents. Enjoy!

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Johnny: Apollo

He's a natural born singer in canon and was able to relearn the piano in only a few weeks so it makes sense his godly parent is the literal god of music.

Ash: Nemesis, Blessed by Apollo

She's blessed by Apollo to be gifted in music, but can you seriously tell me that this girl does not embody the energy of someone whose mother is the goddess of revenge and justice?

Buster: Dionysus

Theatre man gets theatre godly parent. I feel like this one doesn't need much explaining.

Meena: Iris, Blessed by Apollo

Honestly being a daughter of Iris for Meena was just a vibe, I can't explain it. In the first movie, literally the task she troubles over the most is delivering a message to Buster (that she wants to be in the show). She also seems to like colours so the goddess of the rainbow, messages, and new endeavors fits pretty well. Blessed by Apollo to be gifted in singing too.

Rosita: Hephaestus, Blessed by Polyhymnia

She is clearly an amazing engineer so the god of smiths and craftsmen as her father makes absolute sense, as well as being blessed by the muse of lyrical poetry.

Gunter: Dionysus

He's a pretty good playwright in Sing 2 as well as being a touch crazy, so the god of theatre and madness being his dad fits.

Mrs. Crawly: Demeter

Another one just based on vibes, I think she likes plants so daughter of Demeter.

Ryan: Athena, Blessed by Terpsichore

Ryan seems pretty smart so the goddess of strategy and wisdom makes sense, as well as, of course, being blessed by the muse of dance.

Nooshy: Ares, Blessed by Terpsichore

Ok, just hear me out here. Ares's kids in the books are pretty confrontational and are never afraid to speak their minds, which sounds like Nooshy. They literally never back down during the movie. Oh and blessed by the muse of dance obviously.

Marcus: Hephaestus

He's a mechanic, Hephaestus is the god of smiths, craftsmen, and metal working, it just makes sense.

Stan: Ares

Stan just seems like an Ares kid. Idk what to say here y'all, he just is a vibe ok?

Barry: Athena

He's the smart one in the gang, it makes sense for his mum to be the goddess of wisdom and strategy.

Eddie: Hypnos

One: Hypnos cabin supremacy, two: Hypnos is the god of sleep. Eddie is a child of Hypnos, hands down.

Clay: Apollo

He's a world famous singer, of course his godly parent is the god of music.

Nana: Dionysus

She was an actor and opera singer and throughout the first movie she wears the colour purple. Purple is the colour associated with Dionysus. I'm taking this as canon.

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Bonus: according to the official test, I'm a child of Hades, but according to literally every other test I've ever taken, I'm a child of Hypnos. ... I have insomnia.

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margindoodles2407 · 8 months

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HEY!

Do YOU like the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild? Do you ALSO like Avatar: The Last Airbender? Even if you don't, do you want to see a cool thing I dreamed up yesterday?

THEN DO I HAVE AN AU FOR YOU!!!!

Map (zoom for better reading):

OKAY NOTES:

Okay because I want to draw for this but am ✨struggling✨ to learn how to draw. you know. rito and zora and gorons and koroks. in MY artworks of them they shall all be humanOID, if not flat-out human, and the lore in this rant is going to accommodate for that. HOWEVER. If y’all can draw nonhumans and want to make art of this then BY ALL MEANS, draw the canon races! I’d love to see it!

Okay onto the actual lore.

Gerudo are Firebenders, Zora are Waterbenders, Gorons are Earthbenders, Rito are Airbenders, and Hylians can be any type of bender but are most often nonbenders. This is to keep balance because the Avatar is always a Hylian. Additionally, Sheikah are (or were, in the distant past) Bloodbenders, Yiga are Combustionbenders (which doesn’t make much sense if they’re simply corrupted sheikah i know i know but hush hush. this is MY au. i can do what i want.) Koroks are Plantbenders (which i know in atla canon were waterbenders but hush hush. this is MY au. i can do what i want.) and the Gerudo Chief (Firelady, if you will) is a Lightningbender.

As stated above, the Avatar is always a Hylian, but other than that the Avatar cycle follows pretty much the same rules as in ATLA canon. (yes, for the sake of this au i will let linkle be an avatar.) The Royal Family are nonbenders, HOWEVER, the Princesses of the Royal Family were and are the appointed keepers of the Sacred Spirit Realm, able to communicate with and channel the powers of the Great Spirit Hylia, as well as other spirits. (to balance out the hero/princess dynamic, i basically split the powers of the avatar into: 1) link gets to bend all the elements and communicate with spirits on a minor level, and 2) zelda gets to communicate with spirits on a major level and enter the avatar state)

Female Sheikah can and are encouraged to join the AU’s equivalent of the Kyoshi Warriors- The Warriors of the Eye, founded by OoT’s Impa. The leader of the Warriors of the Eye is chosen to be the bodyguard to the current Crown Princess.

Link was born to an Airbender father and a nonbending mother. However, for reasons I have yet to figure out (if you have any ideas let me know!) they had left the Air Countries and moved to the Southern Water Tribe.

Speaking of which…

Because Link was not in the Air Countries but the Avatar Cycle foretold that the next Avatar would be an Airbender, it was widely assumed before Link proved himself that Revali was the Avatar due to his prodigious Airbending Skill (he was the first airbender to learn to fly without using his paraglider and solely by manipulating air). This is why he has such beef with our best boy.

Zelda can’t access the Spirit Realm because her mother died and was unable to teach her how. This is canon. Literally in BotW.

THE MASTER SWORD OH BOY DO I HAVE GOODIES FOR YOU

Okay okay so it’s a SPIRIT WEAPON. Ok? I made this up.

IT CHANGES FORM DEPENDING ON THE BIOLOGICAL BENDING TYPE OF THE CURRENT AVATAR.

For example. When the Avatar is an Airbender, it is an Airbender Bo Staff (but it allows for the Avatar to hang his- or her, in the case of linkle- own paraglider cloth on it), because Airbenders are pacifistic and mostly fight using solely Airbending, with their staff as an extension of that. But when the Avatar is a Waterbender, it’s a Spear, because of the implications of Waterbending Culture and tradition. But if he’s an Earthbender, it’s a pair of Sai, because Earthbending involves a lot of strong, solid jabs and kicks that work extremely well with small dual-handed weapons. But when he’s a Firebender, it’s a Katana, because of ferocity of Firebending calls for a sword but the self-control needed to master Firebending calls for a weapon of elegance and precision. DO YOU SEE MY VISION.

The Divine Beasts are not, any longer, mechanical wonders. Instead, they are Spirits who dwell inside the ancient temples of each major bending nation. The Champions were chosen because they had unusually strong connections to the Sacred Realm, and were able to communicate and work with these Divine Beasts.

Ganon is an ancient Spirit of Evil, and the Blight Ganons are the evil spirits under his command. During the Calamity, they killed the Champions and invaded the temples, imprisoning both the Champions’ souls and the Divine Beasts themselves. This imbalance caused horrible natural disasters that ebbed during the century that Link was in the Shrine of Resurrection but resurfaced once he awoke. The Water Tribes were plagued by devastating floods that even they couldn’t control, the Earth Kingdom was struck by a terrible heat wave that made the Gorons lethargic and the Koroks’ plants wither, the Air Countries suffered intense tornadoes that made Airbending- the center of their lives- dangerous and therefore unusable, and the Fire Nations were hit by disastrous thunder sandstorms, unnavigable and fatal to be caught in.

The Guardians were under the command of an elite force of Metalbending Hylians, however, they were killed in the Calamity and the evil spirits who were their murderers possessed the vessels.

ANYWAY

I have more stuff but I don’t remember it all, but eventually I will post more about this!!!

#margin rambles #botw #breath of the wild #atla #margin's atla botw au #I'd love to hear your thoughts!!!

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ryttu3k · 10 months

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Good Omens season 2, episode 3!

Previous liveblogs: episode 1, episode 2

"Someone's got a sense of humour! …Or an interesting kink."

Muriel is trying their best! Which isn't good. But they're trying, nonetheless!

I like looking at cupperties too :)

Crowley, don't fuck with the baby angel. Were they literally born yesterday or is most of Upstairs like this? XD

"Listen, you wouldn't be interested in humans falling in love, would you? I know for some members of the police force, it's a bit of a hobby!" Spoken like someone who radiates queer energy and was around for the 60s tbh

I've never worked out why the Bentley's license plate says 'curtain' backwards. (There was a car in the first season that had SIDRAT, though, that was fun!)

Tennant must be having so much fun using his actual accent XD

Elspeth and Morag are sweet :(

"What do we do? We play classical music that stays classical music." Listen I would have paid a lot of goddamn money to hear Freddie Mercury perform Danse Macabre.

Yellow! Aziraphale de-corrupted the Bentley! …That may count as corruption, given that it's. Well. Crowley's car. Either way that feels like illegal, or at least a sin. Miracle. You know.

a) Was that Nessie? b) Were those hills tartan.

Hmm. Beelzebub may be having some interesting thoughts!

Crowley we do not throw books >:(

"I'm a surgeon, not a doctor." Bones in an alternate universe where he's a walking malpractice suit.

Aziraphale having an attack of the guiiilts. But honestly, a surprising amount of medical progress was off the back of… well, some deeply shady shit.

Yeah, yeah I think you could call Gabriel a 'big high-up' XD

Ooof, Morag :(

…did I just catch the name CMOT Dibbler?

Oooof, Elspeth :(

So, uh, laudanum shrinks demons. Good to know! …overdid it somewhat XD But hell, it works!

Crowley stop throwing books >:(

The awning of a new age………

lmao did Aziraphale just change the Grindr phone dude's background from the Union Jack to the Scottish flag??

Oh bless Maggie is so awkward and lovestruck. Pensive emoji.

Crowley is trying his best! …and doing about as well as Muriel, poor dear.

I wonder if Gabriel is being used as a… conduit or something? Wiped out his brain to use him as a lightning rod or a connector or something?

'Very Closed'. Kind of wondering if that's a Crowley thing or if Aziraphale just already had the sign XD;;

"If any harm comes to Aziraphale because of this, I will…" Protective!Crowley off the shits.

God I really love the different remixes of the theme over each credits. Bagpipes!

#good omens #good omens 2

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purity-town · 1 year

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Wasn’t feeling well yesterday so this is a bit late, but ask & submission responses are below the cut!

Hey now anon, that quote isn’t actually my doing, it’s in the game!

(Side note, I’ve significantly toned down the frequency in Purity Town from “multiple times a week” down to “it doesn’t happen too often, but it is frequent enough for the Nurse to notice the pattern.”)

Vaguely, yes! His tattoo includes the sun, a star, and the moon, notable as the celestial bodies and sources of magic. It has more personal meaning to him rather than just being a “Terraria-Cthulhu” tattoo, though.

Okay, so!

I don’t actually have an answer for how Andrew died the first time. He’s died a lot of times over the years, but I’m not sure if he stayed alive for long enough the first time to naturally realize something was up re: no longer aging or his mother/stepfather telling him what they knew from the Dryad, or if he figured it out later.

The revival was probably unexpected, but something that made sense in hindsight. Back when Andrew was born, Terraria was still weak; it was a very big deal that she had sealed away most of the spirits in Hell and created the first Guides. So revival wasn’t really a thing, even if there were still legends of a time when Dryads walked the Earth and Terraria revived heroes who had wrongly perished.

But Andrew wouldn’t be very effective if he were dead, so alive he shall be.

I think he could use a hug.

Still quite uncommon for people to be revived; Terraria’s will is a finnicky thing (outside of Andrew and the Dryad, who would always be revived). Terraria is not limitlessly powerful even in the modern day, with the threat of Moonlord looming and most magic locked away.

It definitely happens more than it did, at least, especially when it’s necessary to righting a wrong/restoring balance, and people can and do hope Terraria will intervene in a death that should not have occurred, but it’s not something to count on.

Chris is...kind of a special case, but it’s less about him necessarily and more that things are starting to reach their breaking point, it’s now or never, and if this hero dies there may not be another one to take his place.

Chris will never be jumping into lava to teleport home, though, haha.

We’ll actually be revisiting that scene later this chapter!

Who says Andrew will tell Chris?

.........He went to the doctor. He’s okay !!

In-comic, while their bond with each other will be very important to how they interact throughout the plot, there will never be an explicitly romantic scene between them, in the sense of dramatic confessions or anything of the likes. What matters more is how they care for each other and interact with external pressures, and that can totally be romantic or platonic!

That said, ultimately, this is a Terraria fancomic that I make for fun, so like...if you want to ship them, cool! Have fun with it! If you don’t like that sort of pairing, that’s cool too! There are plenty of fun Terraria ships I enjoy and some will be a little more direct in the comic while most are just me having fun and will have no bearing on the comic itself. Heck, I’ve mentioned before that I play Chris in a D&D campaign, and Andrew is literally “Chris’ weird religious partner” in his backstory of that game, which obviously should not be taken as any confirmation or denial of anything in the Purity Town comic proper. I do things for fun and you can too.

So...do as you please! They were always meant to have a close bond, and you can interpret that however you like, but I don’t plan for it to be direct whichever way in-comic.

Thanks!! I’m not always in a good position to add the little background details like that, but when I am, I have a good time with it. Andrew’s house especially is fun as it’s a weird mix of “things left by the previous owner” and “random housewarming gifts.” Andrew doesn’t have too many personal decorations!

👀!

The better question is “how much gear am I capable of drawing?”

In all seriousness, I definitely want him to get some fun new gear (I promise he won’t be in a normal shirt/pants/shoes and homemade cloak combo forever). I won’t be including everything, just stuff that makes sense for his build and will visually work well in the comic, but I’m excited for him to get some upgrades!

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Last bit is a submission that made me smile! I wasn’t sure how to go about formatting/posting it, so I decided to add it in with the asks. Credit to @wingedcatgirl ! Thank you for the sticker :D

“found your comic yesterday through your... fanfics?? they're not really fanfics since you wrote purity town in the first place but they also are terraria fanfics... found your comic yesterday through the text you've posted on ao3, let's go with that

anyway this one panel was fucking hilarious so here have a discord sticker of it“

#Purity Town #pt asks #not an update

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