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And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light, and everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you’ll be all right | Nandor the Relentless + Constellations by The Oh Hellos
the thesis of this video can be boiled down to this: Nandor is, fundamentally, a man who is struggling to cope with the realisation that while he has stayed the same for years, the world around him has been changing without his say so. he clings to what he's always known - for example his image as a relentless warrior - and the boxes he's put people in, without realising that these things don't quite fit him anymore. and when he does start to make an active effort to make a change, despite having every good intention, things rarely work out for him because, often, what he's seeking out in new places, he actually already has. all he needs to do is look around himself and see things in a new light to realise it.
(this vid only uses footage from the first 3 seasons btw, you don’t need to be caught up with the latest eps to watch it)
#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#nandor the relentless#everyone else also features in this but the focus is on nandor#it's about the found family#if the last third especially the audio seems a bit nandermo heavy it's because NONE OF THE OTHER VAMPIRES EVER SAY ANYTHING NICE smh#do you know how much time i spent looking for a clip of any of the others saying anything remotely loving about nandor#i found some nadja in the end but had to give up on laszlo#it's so frustrating I KNOW YOU GUYS LOVE EACH OTHER CAN YOU MAYBE SAY IT OUT LOUD ONCE PLEASE#anyway thank you guillermo for carrying the entire 'nandor actually has a family that loves him and is there for him' section on your back#where would i be without your speeches about family#this video has been (and this is not an exaggeration) six months in the making#i started it at the end of january bc i really wanted to explore nandor's character and then i got SO STUCK#but hey we made it in the end! i'm pretty happy with how this came out 😊#and i think the message i was trying to convey is pretty clear while still leaving room for thought#hope you guys enjoy it!!!#nandor is such a fascinating character i love to analyze him and rotate him in my head#i'm excited to see how his arc continues in the coming seasons. you can do it baby you're so close to realising your family is right there!!#edits.mp4#video.mp4#oh btw i'm still not super happy with the video quality on tumblr so i've also uploaded this to youtube (link in the caption)#eventually i'll also upload everything else there too
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missroller15 · 1 year
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DAY 7 KSJFKSFNDM DAY 7 ENJOY BELOVEDS ILY GUYS FOR THE SUPPORT THIS STORY HAS GOTTEN THANK YOU 💖💗💞💖💕
Reader’s Warnings: this one is the longest by far i believe so know that! ummm nothing much else, enjoy <3
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Chapter 5 || Stolkhom
Reiner x reader
Previous chapter
Warnings: Age regression and violence
Another week flew past and Y/n received her confirmation letter to go to work. Her application was accepted and she has to work as a waitress, cleaning up and helping people by the checkout.
Reiner was given a maths sheet full of multiplication questions. He was filling them out with a red crayon, humming in thought. "You never were good at maths," Y/n mumbled as she neatened the tie on her collar.
"No?" He pouted. Y/n sighed and ruffled his hair, "Afraid not."
During the week, Y/n would tell Reiner funny stories about before he got 'ill' and forgot everything. He'd diligently listen and laugh, adding questions about what he was like and what life was for him. However, even with all this information released, Y/n still had no intention of properly telling him about Mihai just yet.
Since Reiner seemed to have mannerisms of a child, she thought it'd be best until the doctor could be afforded. Even if she didn't know whether he could be cured or not. Regardless, Y/n would still work until she could get one, she didn't care how much it cost as long as there was a small light of hope. And if that small light of hope was destiny it could open up wider and guide her way out of misery.
"Mummy used to teach me two times tables." He abruptly declared. Y/n stopped packing her bag for a moment, mentally preparing for the worst.
Reiner raised his hung head to look at the woman at the end of the table, only for her to avoid his questioning glare. "You won't tell me anything about mummy, will you?"
"I'll tell you, it's just-" she frustratingly stood upright forgetting her shoelaces. "It's just not the right time"-
"It never is the right time, is it?" He gulped a heavy knot down his throat, "You'll always"-
"Reiner!" She snapped, "Don't you think I have enough on my plate already?! I already hear enough of your stupid whining every single day!"
Once her vision cleared of anger she noticed his eyes wide in betrayal.
It made her wish she could suck her words back in, to replace them with a more kind and patient approach. But it was too late, he was too stubborn to let on that he was hurt, making it obvious that he blinked back tears.
Stumbling on her words, Y/n fixed her yells with a gentle tone, "Hey... Rein"-
"You should go to work." His voice wobbled, interrupting her before she could speak or point it out. "You'll be late if you stay any longer."
Understanding that trying to solve the problem now wouldn't work, she took his advice and finished tying her shoelace. Reiner refused to look at her anymore, he stuck to guiltily fidgeting with the crayon. The sight wanted to make her hold him and chant apologies over and over again but she knew it would only make him angrier.
"There's food in the fridge if you get hungry," was the last thing he heard her say before the door shut, leaving the hesitant sound of regret and sorrow.
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Mihai chose his favourite shirt and cargo shorts for when Porco would arrive. Pieck and Zeke invited him over for dinner since they wanted to talk about grown-up matters.
At the sound of the door opening, he raced to the opening of the stairs, hearing his uncle's voice greet Pieck from the front door.
His hooded eyes shone like emeralds the second he locked eyes with the boy running towards him. "Ayyy, how's my lil' gangster?- oof!" Mihai pounced into his arms. Porco held him from under his armpits and hoisted him up into the sky.
The giggly child freely kicked his legs at the exhilarating feeling.
"Be careful, Pock."
"I always am." He settled the boy down on his shoulders, "Aren't I? Mihai."
"Uncle Porco is really strong, auntie Pieck, he's never dropped me!- not once!"
The smug man agreed, slightly nudging Mihai. "Just 'careful around my hair bud,"
With a soft snort, the gentlewoman showed the two to the dining room, where Zeke had just finished setting the table. He was delightfully shocked to notice Porco had already arrived.
"Porco!" He warmly welcomed, "Hey, Zeke."
It began off with Porco catching up with Mihai's life, asking him about who's helping him study (Pieck is for math and English, Zeke is for science and history) and how nicely his hair has grown. Pieck and Zeke would sometimes put their own input on Mihai and how smart he was, how tall he was growing.
By the time they finished eating, Porco had suddenly remembered something. "Say, Mihai, I bought you a present with me but I left it at the front door, you wanna go get it?"
The child enthusiastically nodded and sprinted off at command, making the adults fondly watch.
"So," Porco turned to the other two, "What's going on with his dad and mum? Any answers?"
Pieck shook her head in disappointment, "Nothing. Y/n sends letters occasionally but the letters that come for us usually just contain money and an apology."
He sighed at her words, rubbing his crinkling forehead in frustration. "I swear that woman will be the end of us, she never admits defeat, does she?"
"No, none of us know how Reiner truly is. Though she did say she got a job and is working towards buying a private doctor." Zeke added, stirring his cold and untouched tea. "I thought of visiting her."
"What about Mihai?"
"We could bring him along," Pieck suggested. "What, since Porco is almost always busy, it's our only choice."
"Uncle Porco!" They heard stubby footsteps thud towards them. Mihai was holding up a thick comic as of it were a trophy. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Porco grinned down at the boy before plucking him off the floor and onto his lap. "Don't mention it, little man." The two bumped each other's fists. Pieck could only watch with a spike of sadness in her eyes, Porco is Mihai's only friend, even though the age difference was that of a father and son. Porco just appears younger than Reiner does. Despite his up-tight personality, he remains less wrinkly.
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While it had rightfully been a long day, Y/n couldn't help but slump her aching shoulders. With what happened the same morning, it only extended her day into what felt like an entire year. Going to work with an aching chest was the last thing she wanted. All she could think of was running back home and making it up to Reiner. 
Looking back on it now, she realised how much of a fool she was to leave him alone in the house after that small disagreement. Who knows what horror she could be met with once she gets home? What degree it was at?
Shaking her terrifying thoughts away, Y/n kept a straight face as she got out of the bus and trailed down the sand path among the fresh grass. While her face may appear relaxed, her steps were aggressively fast, pushing her towards what her mind concluded was her doom.
The noise the door made when she pushed it open left an empty echo, with no sound of footsteps or small fidgeting around the house. Reiner would have at least awkwardly coughed. 
Stepping further in, Y/n could hear her heart in her ear. "I'm home...!" When she got no response, she took off into every room, every hiding space, every cramped area that a man his size could physically never fit in. "Reiner! If this is a joke, then it's not funny!" Her voice trembled the more she yelled. How strange, a second ago she was sure it would happen and now, she's in denial.
"Fuck..." That was the last thing she said before sprinting out of the house and towards the oncoming woods. It would get fully dark in around a few hours but she didn't care, something dangerous could have gotten him!- if he was even inside there! What if he left for the road where the bus picks the residents up?! Someone could have taken advantage of him- he could've gotten run over! What if a snake bit him?!
Voice cracking as she poorly fought back her sobs, Y/n continued to call his name, no matter how much her throat throbbed. "PLEASE!" She cried, "I'LL GET YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT! ANYTHING!- JUST COME OUT REINER!"
Deeper through the cold and shadowed zig-zags of the forest she constantly stumbled and slipped, proceeding through nonetheless. 
"I SWEAR I WON'T BE ANGRY!" 
Just as she made it any further, her foot got caught on a long branch, causing her to collapse onto her knees. Plunging into her despair, she frantically burst out into manic sobs, "I'm sorry... I'm- I'm so sorry!" her hands grasped a fistful of the damp leaves on the floor, heavy droplets of tears wetting the amber and green leaves.
Fisting her dirty hand, she punched the floor below her and pushed herself up and continued on her search. Already, her eyes stung from the tears yet nothing hurt more than the thought of never finding him again. The small thought of it yanked at her heartstrings and thrust her into insanity.
The weakening daylight welcomed her the instant she made her way out of the woods. Her dress was muddy and the front exposed the countless times she slipped and bruised her knees. However, that didn't phase her. She'd search the entire country if she has to, she vowed as she rushed to the path for the bus stop. Her sleeves wiped at her moist eyes, trying to recover her sharper vision.
Suddenly, a distant breath caught her attention, the deep ring to it, the audible huff she'd hear on the daily. Y/n snapped around to confirm if it was her imagination or reality, her heart caught in her airways at the sight. The blond rushed towards her, also having a dirtied appearance.
Without a second's hesitation, Y/n darted in his direction. The instant his arms desperately caged her to his chest, she let out a strangled sob. Reiner did the same, having nothing to say as he needlessly inflicted fear of abandonment onto himself. He realised, while her arms tightened around his waist, that he had no reason to run away and even when he tried, he missed her.
Even when he calmed down, she hadn't, her voice croaked yet her deafening noises of pain never seemed to falter and soon, her legs gave out, causing Reiner to gently descend onto his knees with her and hold her impossibly close to his heart. He wanted to apologise, to tell her it was okay now despite his voice hurt, scorching his throat when he tried to speak.
She slowly went limp in his arms, mentally and physically exhausted by the time the sun had mostly dipped, causing a cold and dark change in the atmosphere. But neither cared about the cold air lashing through the fabric of their clothes. They silently soaked in each other's presence in the midst of the swaying grass.
After a while, Reiner realised she had passed out. Her chest weakly heaved with every deep and calm breath. His eyes softened at her rare vulnerability. He gently scooped her up and took her back inside the warm house, laying her delicate body down on her bed. Not caring about the dirt on each other's bodies, he tugged her onto his chest, protectively embracing her.
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buggachat · 4 months
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something so fucked up about Chat Noir’s whole deal is that he is in a lot of ways Adrien playing a character. Like Adrien picked up his miraculous and was told he’d be a superhero so he was like “ok, time to act like a superhero!” and he lets himself have fun w it and play up the role and let loose and kind of just allow himself to be silly and goofy and have fun and for once in his life not care about performing Perfection™.
But. But none of the other characters KNOW THAT. So everyone just sees Chat Noir and is like “look at this guy’s ego. He’s so full of himself. Surely it’d be fair to knock him down a few pegs” without being aware of how few pegs he actually HAS. He’s like the “insecure character who overcompensates in ego” trope except he’s really not doing it unironically, he’s just having a fun LARP pretending to have self worth in his off-hours but nobody else is on the same page about it being a game and he refuses to tell them. He just dramatically pouts about it and lets them laugh and pretends like he’s not internalizing it and it is almost 3 am and my brain forced me to write this instead of sleeping I’m gonna take a melatonin
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little-eye-guy · 1 year
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
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the most anticipated comic from this blog: White Boy Goes Dancing (follows directly from this)
Everyone's been sending me asks for this! I have a second part to this planned for the future. Watch this space!
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caffichai · 3 months
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Polar bears are like, legendarily chubby! So here's my artistic take on Aurora
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hailsatanacab · 4 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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Pain is a great motivator…
Part 26 || First || Previous || Next…
—Full Series—
Meanwhile Toriel:
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(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)
Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!
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cozylittleartblog · 6 months
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New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)
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DANCE IN FIRE - A SONIC THE HEDGEHOG FANZINE
36 pages of artwork, sketches, and comics featuring Team Dark.
no one expected Rouge the Bat, Shadow the Hedgehog, and E-123 Omega to stick together as a team for this long. so what binds this trio of outcasts together? what would they keep from the rest of the world, yet share with each other? and why the hell wasn’t Omega in Sonic Free Riders?
out RIGHT HERE on itch.io for free!! donations are appreciated, but not required.
physical release COMING SOON (hopefully)
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eliotbaum · 5 months
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Fiona has a higher STR score than both Lydia and Kasper which also means — she can carry them
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Feelings Thawed
Character; Cater Diamond
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, pining, ice skating (to various degrees of success)
Word Count; 650+
Author's Note; This is a present/thank you to my mutual @i-like-forgs. I hope you enjoy this ice skating scene with Cater, and that you get to skate soon!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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The brisk wind bit at your nose, and you pulled up your scarf, trying to keep away the offending wind. Around you it was a winter wonderland, all made possible in the temperate conditions thanks to Cater, who was filming you skating around on the frozen pond’s surface.
“You know,” you hollered, making sure that you caught his attention, “you should join me! It’s fun!” You came to a stop by the pond’s edge, where Cater was standing with a large thermos.
Cater just shot you a wink, handing you the thermos. “This is for you though, silly!” 
He was deflecting, you could tell; behind that bright and cheery smile that he always seemed to wear around others, you knew when there was something off with Cater. You accepted the thermos though, and took a sip of the spicy apple cider, still piping hot.
You gave him a look and pulled lightly on his coat sleeve. “Yes, but it’s more fun with others, come on Cater!” You stepped back onto the ice, and slowly skated near him, waiting with an eager smile.
He looked at you, and then back at the ice, but he stayed standing in the light snow, shooting you that smile. “But I can’t take photos if I’m out there with you!” He scratched at the back of his neck.
Liar. “Cater,” you looped back around and stepped onto the bank, balancing on your skates, “do you not know how to skate?”
Cater’s smile turned sheepish, and his ‘ahahaha, looks like my gig is up’ chuckle made its appearance. He had been found out. “Never got the chance to,” he hid his face slightly in his scarf, either to keep the cold at bay or to hide that his cheeks were turning pink. “So I’d just slow ya down.”
You took his hand into yours, “Well, I could teach you if you wanted. Just a warning though, you’re gonna fall on your butt a lot, might get a few bruises.”
Cater looked down at your entwined hands. Mittens and gloves separated your skin from touching one another, but Cater could swear that he could feel the sensation nonetheless through the layers of fabric.
“You would? Even if I pull you down with me?” 
The last question wasn’t just about the ice skating; Cater didn’t want to force you to do anything that you didn’t want to… and that included being his friend. His heart seemed to whisper stronger emotions though, but he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.
You walked him out to the ice, and the both of you swiftly fell down on the ice, hard. But you just laughed and got right back up again, “Well, we did just fall. There isn’t anything scary about falling down; yes it stings and might leave a gnarly bruise, but in order to move forward we have to fall and get back up. So yes, is what I guess I’m saying.”
Cater looked up at you, the sun illuminating you and the snow glittered behind you. You were holding your hand out again, waiting for him. And Cater took your hand. 
It took him a while to get the hang of it, and he fell down quite a bit, but every time he fell down you helped him back up. And by the time that the sun was setting in the west, the both of you were cold, and both were going to wake up tomorrow with some bruises. It was fun though, which is all that mattered… but that whisper in Cater’s heart was by now singing, and maybe he would listen to it, but for now, he was happy with how the way things were, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, especially with how much you had smiled today. Your smile and knowing that you had fun with him was enough.
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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @silvers-numberonefan, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii
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fighting back? against who? they're so happy—they've been waiting for you.
you are wonderful. don't you know that?
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bonus: they play sims together :)
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brobexx · 2 months
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Sonic Versus Surge (based on Sonic IDW Issue 50)
Music: Under the Skin - Toriena
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koholintz · 1 year
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they’re the family ever
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