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ckret2 · 9 months

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Chapter 18 of Mabel has made the questionable decision to befriend human Bill (real title TBD), and the first chapter with an actual title!

After the emotional rollercoaster of the last chapter, this one's pretty lighthearted. Featuring: food poisoning, anti-intellectualist propaganda, ritual sacrifice, arson, burns, injury, cannibalism, and children almost dying. And friendship!

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One of the things that came with immortality—mature, cosmic-scale immortality, not baby immortality like you found in vampires with a few measly centuries under their belts—was an expertise at meditation.

And it had nothing to do with being particularly wise, or serene, or enlightened (although Bill would argue he himself happened to be all those things). Even the most rambunctious, cantankerous, petty, spiteful, impatient, silly immortal in the multiverse could drop into a thoughtless trance deeper than the Mariana Trench with nothing but five seconds' notice that he had some time to kill and there was nothing interesting on TV.

Most mortals struggled with this idea, the same way fish struggled to understand how it was so easy for land mammals to hold their breath underwater. They didn't understand that it was a necessary survival skill.

Some millennia were boring. "You've had every conversation you can imagine with every person you know, you won't see a fresh planet for an eon, you're floating in the void of space, and your only company is the glitter thrown off of dead stars" boring. So boring the only way to get through them was by holding your breath until they were over. And in those times, the only way to endure the soul-crushing mind-shredding suicide-inducing boredom of those long, slow, dull millennia was knowing how to productively dissociate for the next five thousand years without so much as needing a snack break.

Bill was very old. Bill was very good at meditating.

It wasn't doing him a bit of good.

He'd lost count of how many hours he'd spent meditating since his capture: sitting in the dark, legs crossed, hands on his knees, eyes shut, trying—trying—trying to do anything. Trying to astral project out of this prison. Trying to see into the mindscape. Trying to connect to the countless windows through which he could see all over Earth.

Trying to feel the vast stores of pure energy that made up the core of his being.

He couldn't feel it.

And he was not terrified, he wasn't he wasn't he wasn't.

Surely the Axolotl hadn't taken that energy away—that would be infinitely cruel—but he'd done an amazing job of sealing it away. Bill was psychically dead when he was awake, helpless prisoner when he was dreaming. Here he'd thought the Ax was gonna help him avoid punishment.

Well, what do you do when you're in a cage and you aren't strong enough to break the bars? You pick the lock. Where could Bill find a psychic lock pick?

Someone knocked on the bathroom's doorframe. "Hey Bill?"

He snapped out of his futile meditative state. "Yeah?"

"Are you using the toilet or just lurking creepily?"

"Lurking creepily!"

Mabel pulled aside the curtain and turned on the light. "Do you wanna help me make a video on—"

"More than anything." Bill got to his feet and—ow—cracked his sore back. Meditating could keep you sane when you were in the deepest depths of sensory-deprivation boredom, but it didn't actually offer you any entertainment. Mabel, on the other hand, did.

He'd find a lock pick later. Something would come up. It always did.

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The weaving camera only revealed a blurry patch of carpet and upholstery back before it managed to focus on its target: half a hot dog lying between the back of the sofa and the living room wall. "There it is!" Mabel said. "I knew I smelled something in here."

"Wow, look at the colors on this thing! The green splotches kinda look like tie-dye," Bill said. "Hey, nobody's had hot dogs since you locked me up, have they?" There was a moment of silence as they tried to figure out how long that hot dog had lain, cold and forgotten, behind the couch.

Then the camera jostled as Mabel tried to reach past it to the food. "I'm gonna eat it."

"I'm gonna eat it."

"Hey!"

Bill's arm stretched past Mabel's, snatched up the hot dog, and disappeared.

"Biiill! I wanted to try it!"

"No way, it's mine now! You snooze, you lose, kid!"

Mabel whipped the camera around to focus on Bill's grinning face as he inspected his prize. "Hey, this thing's growing mushrooms! It's provided its own condiments!" He held Mabel back at arm's length as he shoved the hotdog in his mouth, chewed quickly, and swallowed.

"Jerk," Mabel said. "How did it taste?"

Bill looked thoughtful. "Kinda sour and vinegary," he said. "Probably from the mold."

"Gross! Do you think it was safe to eat?"

Cheerfully, Bill said, "We'll know in a few hours, won't we?"

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Mabel sat outside the downstairs bathroom with the camera turned toward the curtained doorway. A radio on the floor playing a Sev'ral Timez song unsuccessfully drowned out the sound of Bill heaving into the toilet.

One trembling arm reached out of the bathroom toward the radio. Bill croaked, "You're my only proof that time is still passing." He feebly patted the radio. "Tell me the universe keeps moving forward. Songs play. Moments end. I'll be free again." He made a choking noise and the arm quickly withdrew.

Mabel turned the camera toward herself. "And that concludes Mabel's Guide to Indoor Foraging! Tune in next time for... I don't know, how about animals?"

Bill replied with a deathly wheeze as he inverted his stomach.

"Animals it is!"

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Mabel's Guide to Animals

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The camera opened on a shot of the living room sofa, where Bill sat cross-legged and grinning next to a large easel pad. The first page of the pad was covered in drawings of cute animal faces, birds, fish, and (closer to Bill's side) skulls, lightning, and triangles.

From behind the camera, Mabel said, "Welcome to Mabel's Guide to Local Animals—"

"I'm helping," Bill said.

"—featuring Bill Cipher as my cohost!"

"That's me!"

"Yes it is. Lots of different systems have been proposed to help categorize animals—"

"These are called 'taxonomies,'" Bill said.

"—but together, we've picked out some of the best, most useful ways to categorize the animals of Gravity Falls. Such as: size!"

Bill flipped the first page of the easel pad, revealing a page covered in drawings of a couple dozen creatures ranked in size from mosquito up to lake whale.

"Color!"

Bill revealed a page with animals arranged in rainbow order. (Several of the overwhelmingly brown population had been circled in various hues of blue, purple, green, and pink, as Bill made mental notes to himself on how he'd recolor some of Gravity Fall's more visually boring creatures. Mabel had stuck star stickers beside the ideas she liked the best.)

"Friendliness!"

Another flip, and four columns capped by faces ranging in emotion from smiley to angry. The angry column was very long, but several creatures had been scratched out and hopefully moved to the sorta-smiley column.

"How good they taste!"

Bill turned another page to reveal a list of animals ranked by flavor, and said, "And a very important follow-up..." He turned another page to reveal one titled "How Many Times You Can Survive Eating It." There was a lot of overlap between the previous page's "Delicious!" column and this one's "Only Once" column.

"Super important," Mabel agreed.

Bill said, "You can also sort animals by..." Flip. "Quantity of bones!" Bill's handwriting utterly filled the page. It was unnervingly thorough. He'd listed "humans," "human babies," and "toothless humans" as three separate species.

Flip. "Planet of origin!" There were twelve different headings, only one of which was in English. One heading titled "?????" simply had a doodle of Bill underneath.

Flip, revealing a pie chart. "Percentage of known timelines in which a species has conquered the Earth!" Bill pointed at a slice that took up almost a quarter of the chart. "Humans are in the lead!"

"Yes!" The camera jiggled as Mabel pumped her fist in the air. "USA! USA!" Her chanting petered out. "Hey—what's that bit next to it—?"

"Don't worry about it." Bill smacked his hand over the pie sliver labeled "Bill" and quickly turned the page.

Mabel said, "Anyway, after several rounds of rigorous scientific debate, we've determined the most efficient and useful way to categorize the various creatures in Gravity Falls: the Fuzziness Scale!"

Bill gestured proudly at the heading on the final page, and then pointed at each category as Mabel listed them off.

"Starting with hard animals—"

Bill said, "Such as turtles and rocks."

"—then crunchy ones—"

"Roly-polies, ants, and baby turtles."

"—then smooth and firm—"

"Snakes and fish."

"—smooth and squishy—"

"Slugs, pigs, and Soos."

"—part fluffy, part bald—"

"Humans and winged snakes."

"—regular fluffy—

"Cats, dogs, and bears."

"—extra fluffy—"

"Alpacas and baby chicks."

"—and super deluxe MAXIMUM fluffy!"

"Tarantulas!"

Mabel said, "Our primary goal is to offer the scientific community a new, more accessible taxonomy that everybody can enjoy!"

Bill said, "And our secondary goal is to remind humanity of the inherent futility and cruelty of categorization! Reject boxes, embrace irregularity, and destroy the tenuous connections between concepts and synapses that you call 'knowledge'!" He pointed directly at the camera. "Return to the times of Icarus when humans could fly because no one had taught them they couldn't! Raze your universities, turn your libraries into origami, and execute your teachers as witches! Burn it all down!"

"Burn it down!" Mabel cheered. "Burn it DOWN, burn it DOWN—"

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From atop the kitchen table, the camera recorded the stove, upon which the easel pad lay engulfed in flames. Mabel and Bill watched the mini-inferno silently.

Mabel turned to Bill. "I'm gonna get some sticks so we can roast marshmallows."

"Good idea. I'll watch the fire and not make it worse."

Mabel shot him a skeptical look.

"I promise."

"I'm holding you to that!" Mabel jogged from the room.

Bill glanced out the kitchen doorway to make sure she was gone, turned toward the stove, and slowly, ever so slowly, stuck one finger into the flames. "A—"

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Mabel smiled at the camera. "Welcome back! My co-host has been banned from the rest of this episode so he can reflect on his behavior."

Behind her, Bill, one hand bandaged and face covered by a paper bag that read "PLAYED WITH FIRE," said, "It was worth it!" He'd persuaded Mabel to draw his triangle face over the text.

"So, now that you know several ways to categorize the creatures of Gravity Falls, you can go meet them! And hopefully befriend them!" Mabel said. "Now, meeting animals is difficult, but there's several ways you can make it easier! Such as fishing, going to a petting zoo, sneaking into your friends' homes to talk to their pets, disguising yourself as an animal—"

Bill threw in, "Using a spell to summon them."

"Using a spell to su— Doing what?" Mabel stared at him. "Do you know a spell to summon animals?"

"Oh yeah, it's easy!"

"What kinds of animals."

"Any animals in hearing range," he said.

Mabel gasped. "Can you teach me?!"

"Sure! It's easy. You've gotta be a girl, put on the fanciest dress you own, stand somewhere in the open, sing a song—"

"What song?"

"You make it up on the spot. It's one of those 'sing from your heart' deals."

"Oooh, Mabel likey."

"The most important part is keeping your mind focused as you sacrifice a..." Bill hesitated, glancing toward the camera, and said, "Well, the whole world doesn't need to know this trick, do they?" He covered the camera lens with his hand, and the screen went black.

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Bill shot from the attic window as Mabel stood on the picnic table in a frilly lime green dress and a dozen multicolor bead necklaces and held up a cardboard sign for the camera that read, "Summoning animals with magic: ATTEMPT ONE!" She gave Bill a thumbs up. Visible from the edge of the camera's shot, Bill gave one back.

She tossed the sign aside, turned toward the trees around the shack, and started singing into a megaphone loudly enough that the camera faintly picked it up: "My name is Mabel, queen of the animals! I want all creatures to be my pals! La-la-la—um—la-la, la—be my best friends foreveeer!"

"Hey, she's not bad at this," Bill muttered. "Even got a rhyme in." He panned the camera around the scene as squirrels, rabbits, gnomes, and other small critters curiously emerged from the tree line. A couple of deer watched thoughtfully.

"To animals everywhere, small and huge—come to me and I'll give you a hug—aaAAAH!" Mabel jerked up the hem of her skirt and hopped from foot to foot. "Bugs, that's so many bugs! Ack!" She shakily resumed singing, "Um—The queen of the animals is friends with bugs too... but it'd be cool if you didn't... climb on my shoe...?" She started. "YEEK!"

The camera wiggled as Bill flinched. "Oh, uh-oh, M—Mabel, watch out—!" He banged on the window. Mabel evidently didn't hear. Under his breath, he muttered a word not designed for human tongues but that probably should have warranted washing his mouth out with soap. And then a giant hand with fingers like tree trunks reached from the woods and snatched up Mabel.

The world blurred and bounced past the camera as Bill tore across the attic, screaming, "WHATCHERNAME-MABEL'S-BROTHER YOUR SISTER'S GETTING STOLEN IT'S NOT MY FAULT—"

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Bill aimed the camera through the tiny window in the front door to watch as Dipper and Mabel limped back to the shack—weary, dirty, clothing torn, sticks and leaves in their hair, arms slung over each other for support. Bill stepped back as they opened the door. Brightly, he said, "Hi, kids! Have fun?"

Dipper gave him a murderous look. Exhausted, Mabel looked at the camera and said, "This has been Mabel's guide to... how not to befriend the local animals." She slithered out of Dipper's grip and lay on the floor. "I'm gonna take a nap here."

Dipper looked tiredly at Mabel, then glared again at Bill, then just sighed and muttered, "Bill, take that stupid bag off." He trudge up the stairs. "This is all your fault."

"Is not!" Bill called; but the camera picked up his quiet chuckle.

The view dropped to the floor as Bill decided his amateur cameraman duties had been completed, recording his feet as he walked into the kitchen to leave the camera on a counter. He didn't turn it off.

It caught the scene through the kitchen doorway as Bill tossed his paper bag mask aside and surveyed Mabel on the floor, hands on his hips. He crouched in front of her and loudly whispered, "Hey. Shooting Star. Can you hear me?"

She didn't respond.

"Out like a light," Bill murmured. He studied her face; and then gently placed a fingertip on her forehead. The camera recorded his lips moving as he murmured, too quietly to pick up: videntis omnium, magister mentium...

He finished his chant. Nothing of any note happened. Bill frowned, stood, and sighed.

And then, after a moment of shifting his weight as though debating what to do next, he knelt back down, awkwardly picked Mabel up, and carried her upstairs. He paused cautiously on each stair step to ensure he didn't trip. A few minutes later, the camera watched him stumble back downstairs, trudge into the living room, and turn on the TV.

Half an hour later, Waddles wandered into the entryway and Bill went into the kitchen, came back with a stick of dry chorizo, ripped off chunks with his fingernails, and tossed them to Waddles while singing a song he'd made up about cannibalism. And then he returned to the living room and Waddles wandered upstairs.

Nothing else of interest happened. The camera kept on recording, forgotten, until the battery died.

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lick-me-lennon22 · 1 month

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How they'd comfort you after you've been betrayed by your friends

(requested by anon, who's recently experienced something that would be difficult for anyone to cope with 💘 I hope I'm able to provide you with some comfort during this rough time 💕)

John

when you share this news with John, he reacts with a mix of empathy and righteous indignation

he is gutted for you and vengeful, channeling his protective instincts and offering to confront the betrayers on your behalf

he recommends some of the outlets he uses to handle his anger (most of them aren't exactly healthy, but he means well)

he suggests writing a song together as a form of catharsis, spouting silly lyrics full of jabs at your "friends"

John would plan a date and take you out to the pictures to see a nice feel-good film

he records your favorite songs and some affirmations (as well as a few silly jokes) on cassette for you to listen to on particularly rough days

You know what? Screw 'em. You're too good for that kind of nonsense. You're a gem and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve a spot in your life. It's their loss - not yours. Those so-called mates don't know what they're missing. And if you need me to kick some arse on your behalf, just say the word.

Paul

when you explain what's happened, Paul invites you to vent your frustrations over a few drinks or a cuppa

he adopts a gentle and reassuring tone, validating your emotions and reminding you of your strengths

he reassures you that what happened isn't your fault and that you've done nothing wrong

Paul would offer to arrange a small gathering or cozy night in with some friends and the other lads, complete with homemade food and lighthearted conversation

You invested a lot of trust and time in those relationships and you don't deserve to be hurt in such a way. It's beyond me how people can be so cruel, especially to someone as wonderful as you.True love, true friendship, they're built on a foundation of honesty and respect. Chin up, my dear. You're a beautiful soul with so much to offer. They're missing out on something truly special.

George

after you divulge what you've just been through, George shows you to a secluded spot - one where he often meditates - so you can vent in the privacy of nature and without feeling judged

has to tamp down his own frustration on your behalf - he knows people can be pretty unreliable, and he wants to guide you towards growth instead of resentment

he offers a reflective and philosophical perspective, telling you to have patience with yourself and set boundaries that honor your worth

he reminds you that sometimes these painful experiences can serve as catalysts for profound growth and self-discovery, and that karma has a way of taking care of things

George suggests exploring creative outlets and introduces you to some literature that will foster healing and help you take on a different perspective

Betrayal cuts deep, but it also reveals the true nature of those around us. You're not defined by the actions of others. The right people will be drawn to your radiance, and you're better off without that drama in your life. Trust that the universe has a way of aligning things in your favor and know that you're worthy of nothing less than genuine, unconditional love.

Ringo

as you vent your frustrations to Ringo, he offers a listening ear and shoulder to lean on without judgement

he provides constant reassurance and reminders of your worth and strength, making sure you know that the behavior of your "friends" says a lot more about them than it does about you

he tells you to focus on the present moment and emphasizes the importance relationship of self-care when it comes to healing

he'll lend his help with practical support such as running errands and helping with daily tasks, allowing you space to recover and take time for yourself

Ringo would suggest a spontaneous day trip or adventure to lift your spirits and create new memories

I know you've had a bit of a rough go lately, but you've got me to lean on. And I'm here to listen, to comfort, to support you in any way I can. You're strong, you're resilient, and you've got a whole lot of love to give. Rise above it - keep shining your light. Life's too short to give those pricks any more of your time. You're a treasure, love, and don't you forget it.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles x reader #beatles imagines #john lennon #john lennon x reader #john lennon imagines #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney imagines #paul mccartney #george harrison x reader #george harrison imagines #george harrison #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr imagines #richard starkey #headcanons #LMLBeatles

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fariesoiree · 2 months

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caution! mdni 5k wrdz, general fluff and normal relationship stuff, brief smut at the bottom, fingering, hobie x oc

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it’s late, or is it early? it’s hard to tell as the birds begin to chirp and the moon begins to dip in the horizon. unbeknownst to eden, the sun begins to take it’s place. the skyline, however, is strategically blocked by the curtains that bend and flow with the wind from the ceiling fan.

eden likes to tell herself that it’s fine. it’s normal, really. tons of people stay up all night with their nose deep in a textbook and typing for hours at their computer. she doesn’t really have much of a choice, considering the amount of assignments due within the next few days and for some, hours. this has always been her life. in between the missions saving citizens on other earths and returning confused villains back to their dimension, eden is just a student.

just a girl with a deadline and a degree to get her hands on.

the digital clock stationed on the cream colored desktop to her right reads 5:44 in gleaming blue numbers. it’s definitely not the most ideal time to be taking on those missing assignments but eden doesn’t conform to such silly concepts as time. who’s going to tell her when she could and couldn’t be awake? and to make her point, eden took the liberty of taking a long afternoon nap and not because she had fallen behind sleep as well, using the satisfaction of completing a job to compensate for her other needs.

eden licks her slightly gnawed lips. she’ll nibble on them, just for a moment, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. the feeling of her skin folding keeps her grounded, gives her mind something miniscule to focus on in the background. she releases a breath and continues to scribble jumbled notes on the screen of her ipad, ignoring the chill that’s beginning to spread across her skin.

spring time brings sunny weather, warm during the day but cool during the night. cool enough to make the comforter a perfect shield from the chill. especially when eden’s typical pjs this time of year is a loose oversized shirt and a pair of panties. it’s snuggly wrapped around her shoulders, just until she gets too hot and brushes it to the back of the chair.

she brushes a loose strand of hair out her face. it hangs from the bohemian twists, adorned in shiny, gold hair jewelry. the scrunchy she haphazardly used to tie them back was beginning to slip and succumb to the weight of gravity.

never again will eden put off assignments last minute to go on a mission she wasn’t even originally assigned to. all to hang out with her friends. the death of a girl, really.

the sudden draft from the window comes as a surprise, albeit a welcomed one. it followed a couple raps on the glass before a lengthy frame welcomed its way into her space. “e, what’cha doin’? just wake up?”

the accent is thick and familiar. british and very obviously hobie. the only one who would slip into eden’s room through the fire escape just as dawn is beginning to crack. he’s also the only one who would walk up to her and peer over her head, tongue clicking at the sight of the two toned website, full of paragraphs of paragraphs of information he couldn’t give a shit about.

“you woke up to do this? y’know, i get you value your education but this is a bit much, innit’? this early in the mornin’?” hobie, while removing parts of his spiderman suit, plops down on the tan sheets of his girl’s bed.

“i haven’t slept yet, hobie. literally mind your business.” it doesn’t come out quite as lighthearted as she meant it, but deep down eden is serious. she’s unnerved and short tempered, having been staring right at the blue light filter of her electronics for hours.

the only breaks she’s been taking would be to stretch her arms over her head for a delicious pop or a few minutes to tinkle. the barely functioning part of her brain wasn’t in the mood to hear hobie’s opinion in her choice to spend her night.

“what do you mean you haven’t slept yet? at all? tonight?” the clatter of hobie’s boots vibrate through the floor when he drops them with little care for where they land. he’s more focused on the insanity of eden’s statement. “what are you pullin’ an all nighter for?”

eden’s eyes fall closed. she wasn’t mad at him, merely irritated with the situation she finds herself in. it’s completely her fault and that’s the worst part. it takes every ounce of her being not to direct her emotions to the wrong place, hence why eden has to swallow a breath before casting a glance over her shoulder. “because i have to play catch up. i didn’t do any of the essay work last week and i missed yesterday. i was supposed to meet up with my group to work on that presentation. remember? i told you about it that day we went to your earth.”

hobie pauses his ministrations. he’s shirtless now, resting back on his hands and tilting his head. the hair on his head bends with him, only weighing him down further to his left. “okay? what does that have to do with you not sleepin’? did you sleep earlier or what? have you eaten anythin’? you’re not tellin’ me enough.”

eden musters up the patience to consider her words, closing her eyes and taking in a breath. it feels her lungs to the very brim before she lets it go. her chest falls, following the release and she turns around to look of her shoulder at him.

“because i’m busy. i just told you i’m trying to catch up. i slept earlier and i’ve been snacking on granola and nuts and stuff. all the study girls say it’s great brain food.” she waves him off to turn back to her work.

“when i say this i'm not callin’ you stupid because y’know i’d never say such a thing about you, but that sounds so stupid. it sounds like a scam to keep people from takin’ care of themselves and you fell for it.” the shuffling of fabrics is a sign hobie has picked up removing the lycra red suit.

he stands and pads his way over to the dresser, fingers ghosting over the many leafy green plants operating as decor. even they had a perk that eden currently lacked, glowing with health. “how far are you with that, anyway? think you can spare a few minutes?”

“a few minutes for what?” her brown eyes cut towards him in a side glance. eden can’t hide her curiosity under an exterior of focusness. his suggestion must entail for silliness. it’s hobie of all people. she’s thrown off at the sight of him half naked and pulling a white shirt over his head.

he finishes his outfit with dark wash cargo pants and leans against the dresser’s surface, ruffling his hair in the mirror. “for me, obviously. you need a break, love. you’re gonna run yourself thin. how long have you been at this?”

hobie discards his place to take a position closer to eden. his hands rest on her shoulders, massaging the muscles tenderly. “i found this place on the way over that i think you’d love. we can watch the sunset, get some real food in you, and relax. you can come right back to modern day slavery, later.”

“modern day slavery is insane,” says eden as she looks over her shoulder with a soft smile. the twists cascading down her back bunch and jumble over her collar. “craziest thing i’ve heard you say, today.” eden welcomes hobie’s presence by taking his hand and pressing her lips into his palm.

“gotta start sayin’ somethin’ more wild, then. that wasn’t that bad.” his demeanor softs. the usual sharp angles in his face have become rounded in a grin, white teeth gleaming at her affection. “you comin’ or not?”

she just sighs in faux annoyance and slides out of her chair. “oh my gosh, okay. i try to be nice to you and you rush me.” eden huffs her way over to put on some real clothes. she makes a big show of it, flinging tops around and purposefully hitting hobie with a few until she becomes settled on what she deems good enough.

her mild tantrum doesn’t go unnoticed. instead, hobie ignores it, head tilted in adoration. he’s completely and utterly infatuated, admiring how the silhouette of her frame bends when she tugs the brown jeans over her hips.

“we’re goin’ to go sit in dirt, you know that right?” hobie chuckles as he watches her get dressed. his gaze falls to her bed and eyes the stuffed animals almost neatly lined up along her pillow. some of them have toppled over, victims to hobie sitting on her bed and moving about carelessly. “that one’s new.” his head nods towards a cow, black grin sewn into a little line both welcoming and slightly creepy. “what’s their name?”

eden has to follow his eyes to her bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. the new addition to her plush friends has been around for so long, she’s forgotten hobie hasn’t properly been introduced. “matcha.” she turns away momentarily to pull a shirt of the hanger. “like the tea. the color reminded me of it.”

hobie eyes the frog for a second longer. the more seconds that tick by, the longer matcha’s black beady eyes taunt hobie and he snorts. “yeah? it’s cute.” and a little bit scary.

“just like you,” eden seals her compliment with an obnoxious wink and a kiss, all from across the room in the comfort of her closet. it draws a rich chuckle from his throat and her heart flutters at the sound. “anyway, tell me about the spot you found.”

hobie claims her previous seat at the desk, a low hum vibrating through his chest. he rests one of his arms on the armrest to hold his head up, legs open in a manspread. “what’d you want me to say? i was swingin’ and saw somethin’ i think you’d like. it’s secluded and quiet. won’t have to worry about someone interrupting.”

his eyes glaze over, shining with affection. hobie can’t help but look at her as if she’s crafted the world herself. to him, she did.

hobie’s been a street kid for as long as he can remember. his success in getting off the streets and moving into a houseboat can solely be credited to the small success of his band and his method in saving money, stealing whatever he could get his hands on. he was lucky enough to meet eden and become a part of her family and in turn, she became a part of his.

it’s not like eden is particularly oblivious, either. she just does her best to ignore his looks by busying herself with other tasks. this time, eden is quelling the storm of butterflies in her stomach by pulling a cardigan over her shoulders. “oh, so you’re so in love with me, you were thinking about me on your way over here.”

“e . . ., just forget i said anythin’, at this point. i can never be nice to you.” hobie rolls his eyes. it’s accompanied with a tch!, the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth. he’s dramatic enough to cross his arms over his chest and turn his face away from hers with a petty scowl.

eden can only giggle, a soft palm coming up to his cheek when she stops walking in front of him. “thank you, honey. i really appreciate you looking out for me. don’t know what i’d do without you.”

hobie can pretend to be annoyed all he wants but when she’s up close and personal like this, he can’t help but break out in a grin. “put your mask on, lover. it’ll be easier to swing there.” he pulls away from her hold to tug his wide eyed mask over his face. hammer-space is particularly useful in swallowing the expanse of his hair.

it’s all packaged neatly and flat against his skull, protecting his identity from the public. hobie lingers by the fire escape, leaned against the wall and scrolling through his phone. there was no service here, it not being his earth, but he wouldn’t be hobie if he wasn’t fiddling with something. “gonna miss the sunrise if you don’t hurry up, e.”

eden side eyes him and his dwindling patience. if she felt spitful enough, she’d take even more time. instead, she copies his manner and take his place at his side. “okay, okay. come on.” she tucks the house keys securely into her back pocket. they’re snug in place here with little chance of them slipping out.

upon exiting the window and standing on the fire escape stairs, eden can feel the wind almost immediately. spring mornings are chilly and the occasional breeze doesn’t make it any better. she’s grateful to have the cardigan keeping some warmth against her body. at least, until she’s swinging through midair. it’s enough to bring goosebumps to her skin but she doesn’t care, not when she’s swinging through the city side by side with the love of her life.

eden feels exhilarated, drunk off the excitement running ice cold through her veins. the thrill of watching new york blur by, the city lights become streaks in the background. the wind ripples through her cardigan in waves, tugging it in all directions from her body as smoothly as an angry ocean centered in a just as viscous storm.

paralleled from eden and her long ropes of twists whipping around her, hobie moves with just as much delight. his bug-eyes are especially round and pleased. of course, there’s no obvious tell but eden knows. besides, the tinkling of his laughter can’t be masked by rushing air.

“isn’t this so much better than bein’ holed up in your room?” he yells over the wind, almost almost distracting eden enough from spotting him snatching up baked goods from a poor unsuspecting employee just trying to transport them from the truck to the store.

there’s only so much eden can do to show her silent disapproval. her method for this particular situation is a disgruntled and dramatic sigh. a part of her can’t help but pity the person just trying her job. another part of her feels nothing when in the end, the damage will be so miniscule that new york’s big corp won’t even notice. besides, she can’t be too upset about it or hobie will refuse to bring her sweet little treats when he comes to visit her.

“you couldn’t do it, lovely. you’re spider sage after all, a pinnacle of good society. what would they do without you?” hobie tugs the box in tow. it’s no trouble at all, light as a feather and matching the teasing tone of his voice.

it’s something he’s grown accustomed to bugging her about. truthfully, there’s always been this underlying goodness eden had that hobie lacked. sure, she’d let him do whatever he wanted but she’s good, morally better than him. that’s what the propaganda is pushing, at least

eden brushes past his comments and him, uninterested in starting the banter. there wouldn’t be a moment when he’d get over it. as much as hobie liked to claim it’s a hill he isn’t willing to die on, she feels differently. “shut up and show me that place before i go home and lock you out.”

“you wound me, ed.”

“hobart!” she breaks her neck to shoot him in a glare. the white silhouettes of her eyes narrowed and focused solely on him. “i’ll beat your ass into the ground. say it again.”

“you tempt me but i will not,” hobie disappears into the the busy trees of central park without a second thought.

it’s fairly empty during this hour, despite the busy hustle of the city in other areas. the only people that pass by are the occasional morning joggers, adorned in athletic attire and bluetooth headsets. they’re far and few between though, giving eden the illusion that she and hobie are alone. it definitely seems that way when they land in the soft grass, still damp from morning dew and surrounded by the calls of birds hidden in the trees.

“sun’s gonna rise soon, dove. you wanna sit in a tree or what?” hobie pulls the mask off his head in one smooth tug. the expanse of his wicks jump out of hammerspace with vigor, bouncing in the air. he stuffs the mask in his pocket and offers eden one of the plastic wrapped pastries he may or may not have stolen.

eden scrunches her face at the thought of sitting where the bugs and birds reside. as romantic as the thought may be, it wasn’t very practical nor clean. “the grass . . . why would i want to sit in a tree? does that seem like something i’d like?”

“i don’t believe in predictability.” he says as if it’s a passing comment and takes a seat on the grass. hobie doesn’t mind the dampness of it at all, having been used to living in more uncomfortable conditions for parts of his life. he wipes his hands across the fabric of his cargos and pats the space in his lap, just for eden.

if she wasn’t in love and willing to look past his annoyingness, eden would have sucked it up and sat on the marsh. instead, she squints and rolls her eyes before complying. “you are so irritating. can you act like a normal person or does your brain just not work?”

“define normal? what even qualifies as a normal person? you’re just forcin’ conformity on me.” his arms goes to wrap around her waist, massaging the warm skin by sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt. “besides, i don’t believe in conformity, either.”

she sucks her bottom lip beneath the slightly jagged edges of her teeth. it takes more control than she’s comfortable with to will her patience to remain despite hobie’s quips and smart remarks. “okay, hobart. whatever you say.” eden runs her fingers through the grass, enjoying the dampness of it all. the blades, still stuck in a brown turning green color with the spring season approaching, remind her of hobie’s eyes. although, it’s far easier to look at without the butterflies and warm feeling spreading across her skin.

the birds chirp and chatter in the trees. they’re active and singing to announce the rising sun on the horizon, turning the sky into various shades of pink and orange. it smells like morning, both humid and sweet. the air is fresh and crisp enough to swing eden’s lungs and would send a chill down her spine if hobie wasn’t here with her.

though his frame is small, hobie always warm and always fidgeting. now, his fingers are dancing across her skin. he drags the tips up and down her sides in random lines with no seeming sense of direction, just enjoying her presence, nose deep in the crook of her neck and forgetting everything else in the world. “i missed you so much. had to fix my watch just to come see you. you know how many parts i had to steal for that?”

“janky ass watch. you should have just used the one given to you, hobes. it’s so much easier. literally, just put in my earth and come to my room.” eden scoffs. the whole situation is funny to her no matter how many times hobie brings it up. he’s too stubborn to use anything the spider-society gave him. sometimes he’s so open minded, he becomes narrow minded and it’s eden’s job to remind him to give the world a chance.

she fails every time.

“i don’t want them to know where i am or what i’m doing. that’s an invasion of my privacy and one of the first steps in losin’ what little freedom i have. first, they give me the watch and tell me what missions i have to go on. then, they’re going to start watching’ where i’m going at all times to make sure i’m actually doin’ what they told me to. miguel is goin’ to start talking about how i can’t go across dimensions without a mission because i risk causing an anomaly. he already pisses me off. he’s like the poster child for a fascist. i mean, look how he’s on miles. poor guy can’t do anythin’ without miguel breathin’ down his neck.”

“that must be so hard for you. so difficult to not listen to the man whose whole job is telling you what to do so entire worlds don’t fall apart.” eden plucks a blade of grass from the dirt, only to let it go and watch it float back onto the ground below her. she giggles when hobie tickles her sides.

“don’t get smart. when we all eventually resort to anarchy, you’re going to wish you listened to me.” his lips move over her skin. they’re smooth and plump, moisturized with pomegranate burt’s bees chapstick, stolen from his local gas station.

the two fall into a peaceful silence, enjoying the other’s company. it’s soothing to have their other half there in the natural privacy of central park and moving much slower than the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

a butterfly flutters by. it’s wings are orange with a brown underside. it occasionally rests on a dandelion in the field before letting the wind pick it up and carry it away.

the wind whispers relaxing words in eden’s ears. she leans against hobie, tilting her head back until her head is resting on his shoulder. for a moment, everything around her ceases to exist. the only thing that draws her back is the fleeting feeling of hobie’s fingers dipping lower and lower until they surpass the waistband of her pants.

“hobie,” eden mumbles. it’s more of a curious hum than a warning, paired with a slight increase in her heart race. she wets her lips when he doesn’t stop venturing downward and offers no response in return. “hobie,” she says again, louder than the first time and lifting her head with it. by now, he’s reached the elastic of her panties.

“relax, eden. don’t make a big deal out of it.” hobie doesn’t hesitate to make room for the expanse of his rather large hand by pulling it out to unbutton and pull down the zipper of her pants. just as quick as he’s done that, he returns his hand to his previous place and teasingly runs along her folds.

“we’re in public. what if someone sees?” eden’s chest rises in an anticipatory breath. she circles her hand around his wrist but makes no move to stop him. just that quickly is hobie able to cloud her mind and throw any sense she has out the window. eden is supposed to be the levelheaded one and usually she is. any other time, when hobie’s fingers aren’t borderline brushing against her clit, she is.

“spider senses. i can just pull my hand back. you think too much.” so badly does hobie want to make a teasing comment about how easily she turns into putty in his hands. it doesn’t take very long to gather enough slick that he can practically hear it.

it’s almost like he has complete control over her body. every muscle almost liquidates and there’s no resistance, as if there ever was. “yeah well,” eden lets out a soft whisper of a moan, “you don’t think enough.”

“mhm, and what else?” even though he can’t see her face, hobie has been down this road enough times to envision it behind the dark canvas of his closed eyes. arguably, it’s better to him this way, being able to hear what effect he has on her and know that he is pleasing her, even when he can’t exactly witness it.

hobie just knows and that speaks for itself.

he pushes a finger past the tightness of her entrance deep enough to elicit the softest whimper from her sweet lips. in hobie’s head, eden deserves this. she deserves the opportunity to unwind and make irrational decisions, crowded by lust and general immaturity. he thinks she’s too serious sometimes, too good of a person, too law abiding. who is the government to tell him when he can and can’t make the love of his life feel good?

“and –” eden is cut off by a gasp. she grabs at his hand wrapped securely around her waist, digging her nails into his skin. “you’re . . . annoying.” she gives in and closes her eyes, succumbing to the mind numbing pleasure that courses through her veins.

hobie is intoxicating in the way he handles her. the palm of his hand catches and rolls against her clit with each stroke of his fingers inside her walls. he kisses along her neckline until his lips find the pulse of her heartbeat along her jugular. hobie chuckles lightly against her skin. he can feel each drum under them, the rhythm just a rapid as he imagined.

“you’re so wet. what happened to being worried about everyone else?” hobie has to tighten hs grip in response to her losing the ability to sit still, writhing around in his lap. he anchors her in place despite her whines and attempts to twist her body around.

eden can’t tell if she’s doing anything to contribute but her mind is so cloudy, she can’t seem to care. instead, she’s pleasing what instincts she has to absolutely lose her mind. her will to resist has been chipped away before it could even develop, before eden could talk herself into some sense of sanity. for now, she will simply be a loose-limbed participant and later, she’ll be accusing hobie of seducing her out of her pants.

eden can only whimper under the safety of the birds tweeting around her. she is handing the situation over to her boyfriend and she knows it. most of all, she loves it. she loves that he can relax her so easily and distract her from the building stress that bubbled just under the surface all week. “hobie, please.”

“please what?” hobie stares at the side of her face with a sudden seriousness. eden, with the only thing she can see is the blankless behind her eyelids, is blissfully unaware. she can’t see the way he drinks in her expressions with darkened eyes in hopes that the image will be imprinted in his mind for years to come. his question has no degrading intentions, rather promoting his smart girl to continue to speak her mind.

yet, eden can only offer to add pants to the conversation. she strains her neck towards his face and grip his chin between the thumb and the rest of her fingers. she pulls him in to a kiss, sloppily. their tongues dance with each other and drool begins to slightly pools in the corners of their mouths.

it’s hobie who’s mind becomes foggy when eden moans into his mouth. he thinks she tastes . . . spiced. like a subtle hint of the chai she’s always drinking during the late night studies. he can feel his dick jumping in his pants, begging for freedom or some sensation of touch but hobie refuses. not now, at least.

instead, he pulls his head away and silences the other voices in his head screaming to indulge in the space between her thighs. “please what, treacle?” he repeats with a certain softness in his voice, close enough to justify a whisper. his eyes dart between her lips and her eyes, even at the obvious bulge in her pants where his hand is.

she takes a sharp breath, brown eyes rounding in gentleness, as if she was pleading with him to meet some sort of compromise. however, there’s only one thing that eden wants. “don’t tease.” she kisses hobie again with the same fervent passion as before, tangling her hand within the stray strands of hairs surrounding his wicks. she catches hobie off guard by tugging on his bottom lip through her teeth.

“i’m not teasing, e. you’re just being shy.” hobie mumbles into her mouth. still, he allows her to get away with it and drives his fingers into her with an increasing pace. he knows he’s found her g-spot when eden is no longer able to kiss him with the amount of expertise she was before. all of her concentration goes into keeping her moans to a minimum. the coil in his stomach wraps tighter around itself until eden is tense, grinding back down onto hobie’s fingers. the crease of her thighs are wet with her arousal but she doesn’t care. not when she’s right on the brink of ––

“why did you stop?” eden’s eyes fly open when the sudden emptiness settles in from hobie pulling his fingers away. they glisten with a sheen but he continues to button and readjust her clothes back into their original position.

just in time for a jogger to come running by, sparing the two a glance on their way.

hobie watches eden come to the realization, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “spider senses are so cool, right? if only you actually used yours. come on, i’ll get you home and you can decide whether or not your whatever the fuck you were doin’ is more important.”

#✮🕷✮⋆˙ 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 #hobie x black!reader #hobie smut #hobie brown #x black fem reader #astv hobie #x black reader #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x oc #commission

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chiskz · 1 year

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INTERVIEW in TROUBLE?! Stray Kids' TROUBL3MAK3RS about their 1st single album NOT(N)ICE

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: get to know the backstage of the creation of unit and their first album!

♡𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @alyszaen , @smh-anon , @neohyxn , @stealanity , @alixnsuperstxr , @kimcheon-sa , @hafsa-hoofsa-heefs , @qtnoaly

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ALL: Step out! Hello, we are Stray Kids' unit, TROUBL3MAK3RS!

Han, I.N and Chichi sat in a white and pink room on three raised stools. In front of them on a, higher than usual ones, glass table stood a glass ball with bent question cards inside.

HAN: It felt strange to be here with just the three of us.

The other two nod their heads.

I.N: This is a new experience for us, but please support us!

HAN: So, shall we begin?

Han bends slightly to draw the first question from the ball. He opens the card.

HAN: How were the TROUBL3MAK3RS formed?

CHICHI: Actually, it was pure coincidence. I heard HAN making music in his hotel room, so I just came to listen. The song was lively and I liked it right away, but HAN kept saying that it probably wasn't suitable for the group.

HAN: As Stray Kids, we had already been creating lively and lighthearted songs, but I felt that this one was.... different?

CHICHI: I told him at the time that I would love for us to release it. I was excited at the thought of the silly choreography that could be created for it.

HAN: Then I said that it would fit us more than the whole group, to which CHICHI just laughed and confirmed that there was something in it. Then a light bulb went on over my head.

All three laugh for a moment.

HAN: And I proposed CHICHI a duet.

CHICHI: After thinking it over, however, we concluded that even with two of us we could.... hmm... not generate enough energy to catch the attention of others.

HAN: So we immediately went to I.N to recruit him! He's so cute!

I.N looks at them with a slight nervous laugh.

I.N: They only did it because they needed a voice of reason. They are the troublemakers, I'm just watching over them!

CHICHI: But you agreed!

I.N: I agreed. The song seemed fresh and fun to me, plus working in unit seemed like a good idea to keep the performance exercises going. Immediately the three of us decided that apart from having a great time, we wouldn't be interested in anything, neither in prizes nor sales. We wanted to have fun with STAY. I think this mindset made us neither tired nor stressed about the whole process. We just did our job with a clear head.

I.N reaches into the ball for the next question.

I.N: Do TROUBL3MAK3RS have a leader? Yes, we have HAN!

CHICHI: Yes, yes, HAN. He didn't want to at first, saying that such a small group doesn't even need a leader, but I.N and I were very insistent. Maybe it was selfish of us, but HAN is much more experienced in music, we wanted him to lead us. We also didn't have any other members to rely on, with I.N we always functionate better knowing that despite our own opinions, we have someone to follow and feel safe in general.

Han laughed embarrassedly, covering his face for a moment.

HAN: I am honored that the members thought of me in this way. I didn't know if I could become for them what Bang Chan is for all of us, but I didn't want to disappoint their trust. That's why I agreed, and I'm really grateful.

CHICHI: HAN was also appointed by me as the center of unit. He didn't want to accept this function either, but creating choreography for 3 people is easier when I know around whom it can focus.

HAN: Of course, that doesn't make me the most important person here.

CHICHI: No, no, we are all equal. I just always wanted to see HAN shine even more than he does now. I also wanted to honor his hard work in this way. He deserved to shine.

This time Chichi takes the question out of the ball.

CHICHI: Why "TROUBL3MAK3RS?"

HAN: The members always call me and CHICHI like that, but since we adopted I.N we decided to add "3" to the name, although actually, I.N is just our only voice of reason.

I.N: You two should be ashamed that the youngest had to take on such a role!

CHICHI: What youngest, after all, you are our oldest Stray Kids leader!

Han pulls out another piece of paper.

HAN: The main and sole producer of the album is HAN, but the album also features songs created by I.N and CHICHI. What was the creative process like?

Chichi and Jeongin make short "oh" sounds expressing positive feelings about the question.

CHICHI: It was certainly fun. Since it's a single album we wanted only the title track created by HAN to be on it, possibly with an instrumental version, as it too is very pleasant to listen to.

I.N: HAN, however, looked at us surprised and said, "How many opportunities do you really have to create? Why don't you treat it as fun in this field as well?". This gave us reason for thought and we immediately got down to writing.

CHICHI: Because of the concept of our album, we knew right away that we didn't want our lyrics to be heavy-handed. Songs that are more serious, with a message, are for another occasion. This time we really put the fun in and actually wrote whatever came to our mind and sounded fun or cute. I.N's "So Curious" is really cute! So light but inviting to dance to. I'm delighted with it.

I.N: The same can be said for "My Copycat", which I think closes the album perfectly. The lyrics are lovely, but the melody line is just lively and upbeat, more than "Very Nice" but less so than "So Curious". It created the perfect balance, and I think there is something for everyone among these three songs.

I.N pulls out another sheet of paper with a question.

I.N: How did the other members react to the debut of this unit?

HAN: We only told the other members about it when we got permission from the label to release the album. Of course, wanting and creating material for it is one thing, but on the promotional side or the technical side, such as creating physical versions of the album, we needed a huge help of label.

CHICHI: The members were really curious about all this. They asked at first, of course, "What all of a sudden? Why?", but when we explained to them our ideas and reasons they immediately became curious and wanted to listen to the songs.

I.N: For every song we showed to them we only heard something like: "Yes, this really fits you three! Our kids are growing up so fast!".

All three laugh while Chichi draws out the last question.

CHICHI: Describe album "NOT(N)ICE" in one word.

I.N: Vitamin of energy.

HAN: Fun. Even in the name itself it is shown. We combined "not nice" which playfully conflates the title track's "very nice" with the word "notice", a notice about "hey, attention, we're here, we're getting into the game!". In addition, the font used on the album suggests reading the name as "hot 'n' ice" which also describes it perfectly!

CHICHI: So I will simply say in conclusion: kids. Please listen to this album a lot as soon as it comes out!

《 ♡ 》

#stray kids 9th member #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #stray kids female addition #kpop fake album #skz fake unit

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dahldahlbills · 3 months

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Gonna talk about my writing project but in typical ‘dahl talks about their wip’ fashion it’ll be extremely vague and won’t make any sense lol I just really need to say this, especially now that I'm so close to the end and it’s been something I’ve been feeling for a while too

so the further I get into the project, the more I feel like I've ventured so far from the original inspiration of this story and it makes me a little bit sad.

I wrote the original version in 2021 and looking back at it, it’s a completely different story than what I’m writing now. it was silly and lighthearted which… is not at all what its current state is like. I’m not entirely upset about it, because this new version has so much more substance and I'm extremely proud of it. I feel like I'm finally saying something and the message overall is really meaningful to me.

last night, I realized how I should title the story. Usually that’s a great feeling. Titling is one of the hardest things after all. But honestly it just left me even more conflicted. For the longest time I thought I knew what the title would be: something very similar to the original title (cryptlandia, the reason why i often refer to it as ‘cryptids wip’, which is extremely ironic bc the story doesn’t even focus on cryptids much anymore). That plan won’t work anymore though, because it no longer fits the tone of the story. Another reminder of the story’s evolution. I’m debating something different now, something more sincere, which has me feeling like I’ve completely lost the heart of the story.

Idk on one hand I’m really happy and proud of how this story’s evolved, but ngl it also hurts to see it shift so far from what i originally wrote.

#Don’t mind me i’m just… mourning my killed darlings #The original version of cryptlandia was so fun.#It was set in a fictional world. I created original cryptids #It was going to be a graphic novel!!#I know that version wasn’t good it just sucks looking back and wondering what could’ve been #like i didn’t abandon every idea from the original story #I took parts i liked and parts i knew would work #But there’s still sections that just no longer fit the story anymore #At the end of the day the story i’m telling now is far superior and much more important than what i had previously and i don’t regret it #I /like/ my story. I like how it’s grounded in reality more than the last #It’s just a little sad that’s all. But its a natural part of the writing process I just have to accept it.#anyway that’s all 👍#blahblahbills

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gmanwhore · 2 months

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I honestly feel like if they really decided against going anywhere deep with the story and wanted to keep the focus on the gameplay, Side Order could have worked as a more lighthearted DLC (Something knows Agent 8 doesn’t need any more trauma)

It’s just that it felt like in the actual game they were trying to have it both ways, with a lot of the first and second climbs feeling like they were trying to go deep but were also intent on taking absolutely zero risks with the story (literally every plot thread is recycled from somewhere else in the franchise with a new coat of paint). Then they gave up on that and made everything going forward more chill and silly, which was a nice change of pace but would have definitely worked better without the mess that game before it.

Yeahhhh that's. Yeah.

#asks

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Could I request some lee and ler Lou Kang Headcanons please? Thank you💜

Liu Kang Tickle Headcanons <3

A/N: So. Fun fact; I haven’t played the new game 💀 However! I have played all the games before MK1, and have a decent understanding of his character (which is probably roughly the same) so I chose to take it on! Feel free to request more! I do like Liu Kang, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Do enjoy!

• Okay, right out of the gate, Liu Kang is likely a softie when it’s tickling. Very gentle with his tickles. He has a soft touch and usually of course likes being more gentle and soft with people, especially his lovely Katana.

• Although. Admittedly. Back in another timeline, him and Kung Lao would certainly happen to try and outdo one another, so their training would occasionally turn into something a little more… tickly fighting wise.

• However. Usually he’s more gentle unless asked to prove otherwise.

• His tickles also range in length, sometimes it’s a simple little quick tickle, sometimes it’s more like tickling you like you’re a child until you give in and tell him to knock it off.

• That being said, he makes whoever he’s tickling ask nicely for it to stop. Kung Lao used to fail miserably at that step since he had a tad more attitude back in the day.

• Nonetheless, Liu Kang is very gentle, and he’s also someone who’s fond of getting little smiles from people with a slight tickle, or tickling someone silly to cheer them up.

• He used to tickle others as a child to cheer them up, especially playful silly wrestling, so it just became a prominent habit. He didn’t ever want to lose that silly nature, even if he matured. After all, the world is too serious to simply discard it.

• He also likes showing affection that way. It’s how you know he’s comfortable with someone.

• Despite all this, he may not do it the most often, but there’s always those happenstances where he knows a more lighthearted touch is needed. A gentle touch. Or rather a tickly touch.

• But since he’s taken the role of a god of fire and such, he has redirected most of his focus. He has more worries with going mad or keeping balance, even if he is still learning.

• Kitana has used his very same gentle tracing tickles or soft tickles to take his mind off the worries of the responsibilities.

• With that being said, when he’s tickled, he’s much more of a soft giggler. He has his moments where he’ll burst into laughs, but it’s always very light sounding soft laughter. Although, occasionally you’ll get some squeaks.

• His hair constantly will fall and slip onto his face, mostly because he’ll shake his head a lot. And perhaps hide his face using his longer hair.

• Kitana will often has to brush his hair out of his face, which will get a shy giggle and smile from him before she even tries to tickle him again.

• He’ll wiggle from side to side a lot, and will not hold still, he can’t help but wiggle a tad. If he’s teased about it, his face will probably flush a little and he’ll give a shrug with that shy smile and say something like, ‘that’s just how I am.’ Or something. He has no true shame about it, just a little flustering.

• If he expects someone is planning to try and sneak up on him to goof around by tickling him, he’ll often have a little smile and keep watching whoever it is out of the corner on their eye, and act all subtle as he’ll walk off to dodge it, or move out of reach.

• He’d also probably say something around the lines of ‘Yohou have some nerve to do that’ after someone tickles him, but he does enjoy the feeling of normalcy he gets from the silly action.

• His sweet spots would probably be his navel/tummy, along with under his arms. Although, a honorable mention would be his knees.

• His armpit has a little dip in it where he’ll certainly let out a slightly high pitched noise which is either a little squeal or a squeak. It’s the further you’ll get away from that soft laughter because his pitch goes up. Although, his navel probably will make him squeak a far amount when you wiggle your finger into it.

• Although, he certainly wouldn’t have a preference, to him, it’s a silly action that brings some joy and normalcy to the chaos of the realms. It’s a enjoyable moment. A soft moment.

Hopefully this was a enjoyable read! Thank you for the request!

#mortal kombat #mortal Kombat tickles #MK tickles #MK tickle headcanons #tickle headcanons #lee!LiuKang #ler!LiuKang #ticklish!LiuKang #tickle fluff #sfw tickling community #fluff #sfw #sfw tickles #tickle HCs

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transphilza · 2 years

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okay. i have taken a moment and now, as your local insane c!wilburian analyst who tends to only focus on what i enjoy about lore, i am going to try to put into words how i felt very candidly about the finale

i don’t normally critique lore pretty much at all because i’m very into Having Fun but because endings sort of recontextualize entire storylines i feel the need to discuss this one from more angles than i usually would, and also just as a way to process what i’m feeling

“disappointed” is a word that probably fits, i’m not gonna sugarcoat that, but i do think it warrants more elaboration at least in terms of my personal feelings

i loooved all the c!crime, c!tommy was amazing and i really enjoyed all their interactions. i think everything they did prior to The Utah Thing was extremely well done and i can’t complain much at all in this regard. i enjoyed tommy standing up for himself to wilbur and i LOVED tommy standing up for wilbur to wilbur. the main issue is that all the amazing buildup to wilbur forgiving himself as the ultimate climax… Obviously.. it didn’t follow through in a way that gave adequate closure to those things that were brought up

this is all kind of obvious though. so, like, Why, is the question now. at first watch, the first thing that came to mind was it being sort of a cop-out…. as in, addressing everything seriously and giving total closure was too immense of a task and maybe due to time constraints or maybe due to just not knowing how, wilbur decided a lighthearted ending would be better received

the issue with that is that i Know wilbur could’ve written an ending with closure?? like. i genuinely don’t think i.. put Too Much Trust in him, or anything like that. i think he truly was fully capable of ending it seriously and on a positive note. so it definitely feels like something was…. lost in translation? whatever the intention was got lost somewhere, which makes a sort of silly and bizarre ending even more confusing than it already might’ve been. because there were obvious paths that he Could have followed but he Didn’t.?

i presume and hope that next time he does a stream he’ll end up talking about this, and why he made that decision, so it will all feel more clear. i just think if i knew Why i would be better able to contextualize it, and so the sort of out-of-nowhere silliness would be less jarring

but honestly, i think…. the utah silly bit being the end Would have been fine if the stuff brought up was just addressed first. like. this is the thing im most upset about — c!wilbur’s depression and his suicidality were never properly addressed by Himself. if that specific moment with tommy, where tommy tells him to forgive himself, if that moment had Followed Through, i’d feel a lot better. if he had been forced to look at himself in the water and say “i’m sorry” or if tommy had said something about his humanity and he started crying and said thank you. like. Anything. anything other than I Was Born And Raised In Utah. i just wanted way more from that and it’s upsetting because it was heavily foreshadowed. and then it didn’t happen and i’m sad about that

as such i really don’t think the lighthearted or less serious ending was a bad idea at all, but rather just the timing of it and what was ignored before it. as a cwilbur person all i ever wanted was a serious conversation about the fact that he is a broken struggling man who deserves happiness and its incredibly sad to have that sort of… dangled in front of me and then not ever given?

i hope to hear more from wilbur about this and his decision making process! i did genuinely enjoy most of the stream, i’m happy wilbur didn’t die and i’m happy he’s gonna go, what, go for a hike in the utahian desert and enjoy nature? or something? but i’m sad he left tommy, and i hope maybe in volume 2 we get some kind of. Anything any implication about that. cause it feels deeply wrong for c!crime to not see each other again, to not have more time to mend.

so, yeah. amazing build up with disappointing follow through, still funny and enjoyable, but certainly lacking heavily in the areas that me and other analysts tend to enjoy most. so, mixed feelings!

i’m proud of him either way, though, i’m proud of him for getting here and i’m proud of him for giving us anything at all. all these things can coexist…. he made an amazing character i will always love

i’ll probably find more to say in the future and if i do i’ll just tack it on in a reblog — but i do absolutely plan to try to legitimately and seriously analyze the utah shit from a literary perspective, just for fun, at some point :) cause it was funny!! and you know what, i guess he’s somewhere safe, where he can heal, and in that way it’s a very open ended sort of ending, and while it lacks closure in a lot of areas, i’m not mad at the concept or the outcome. the idea of him wanting a new beginning all on his own, and perhaps having time to heal before he comes back and mends his relationships. that’s my personal vision of what happens next <3

it has been a pleasure analyzing this weirdo for you all either way and i intend to keep doing so bc he’s always gonna be my blorbo ^_^

#ending discussion #lore critical #but also lore positive!!! not all crit!

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acacia-may · 10 days

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Let me present you with some fruits as well hehehe.

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If you don't mind! 😁

Hello friend! Thank you so much for the ask and for the fruit! ^^ I don't mind at all and would love to answer these questions for you 💖

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

I answered this one here if you'd like to see the full discussion, but definitely strained but loving brother relationships (Those are my jam!!) I also love platonic male-female friendships (which I think are really underrated).

I don't write a lot of romance (and honestly don't know what common dynamics there are), but I think my favorite ship dynamic is probably Edgy One x Soft One. Not necessarily in a Sunshine One x Grumpy One way but more in a one person is rough around the edges but the other one wears their heart on their sleeve kind of thing (which has more bearing on how easy it is for them to open up to each other and be vulnerable than on their personalities necessarily). I also like Badass Lady x Dorky Male Wife (which might fall into this category lol 😂)

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Unfortunately my favorite genre "Slice of Life" is not listed and my 2nd favorite genre "Hurt/Comfort" is also not listed. Out of these 4 though...

Definitely Fluff, then Angst or Crack depending on my mood, and I don't write Smut 💀 (and honestly don't even like writing the characters kissing because I'm just so not into any of that) so that's a big no from me personally.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

SLICE OF LIFE. Hands down! I thought it was my most used tag, but I checked and it's my second most used (but only because my most used tag is "Friendship" lol. I really am so predictable 😅). I love it because I feel like I have the freedom to really write a window into a characters' heart and their wide range of complex emotions beyond just a small box like "fluff" or "angst." Those can be good too, but I feel like when I write in those genres the focus is really narrow and I prefer the more wholistic bittersweetness of slice-of-life where the POV character can be happy, sad, angry, confused, nervous ect. ect. all about the same event without me as the author feeling like I need to focus on one of those emotions more than the others, if that makes sense? Also, I just love writing the little mundane but meaningful moments in a character's life, especially if they take place on the other side of a lot of suffering and pain (i.e. Langris and Finral just hanging out together after healing from their trauma and rebuilding their brotherly relationship. This is the kind of stuff I live for!!)

My 3rd most used tag is "Hurt/Comfort." I adore Hurt/Comfort especially between friends and family members (which is one of those things I also don't think it talked about enough. It doesn't/shouldn't have to be a romantic thing imo).

Just to list a few other tags I like, I usually throw in "Please don't take this too seriously" when I'm trying to write something silly or lighthearted, and some ultra specific tags, "Soft Langris is the Best Langris," "Hero deserves happiness," '[Insert Character Here] Is Bad At Feelings," and (a personal favorite I made up myself), "The Queen of Witches & Ledior & Liliane Vaude can all take a hike together in hell."

#thank you for the ask friend!!#fruit writing asks #answered asks

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any tips for writing spamton in a fic where the overall tone is more lighthearted? im writing an x reader and my writing style tends to be more lighthearted and sort of silly, plus its ultimately a fluff fic so yknow

since it focuses more on spamton and his inner thoughts, i am adding in references to his insecurities, sort of comparing himself to the trash hes surrounded by, not feeling good enough for the love interest, deciding he still needs the neo body if he wants a chance of winning them over, things like that

i have another one in progress where i portray him a lil differently. the idea in this one is that readers just got those Good Vibes and it lowers his guard a bunch, where in the other one he still takes advantage of their kindness to become neo and doesnt even recognize them as a friend until its (almost) too late

he has a similar revelation to ingame but instead of "youre giving me freedom even after everything i did to you?? maybe the real freedom was the friends we made along the way" its more like "you sacrificed everything for me and in the end nothing even came of it. maybe you werent stupid, maybe you were just Nice"

I'm afraid I don't think I understand your question too well, my apologies.

By lighthearted do you mean something with little conflict (which your description does not sound like) or something especially humorous? Even with the latter definition if you wanted to focus on Spamton's own insecurities and self-worth issues, it'd be hard to keep that simply humorous without suddenly swerving into dark comedy or even just depressing territory. While I can write comic scenes now and then, I'm definitely not the best at writing more lighthearted and sillier works, I tend to overthink things and take it too seriously.

I could give you tips about writing Spamton, or at least writing how I would interpret him in a specific scenario. For something more "lighthearted" you want to focus on his goofier side, with some of his sillier adspeak and behavior reflecting his odd, meme-y charm. Songs like One Weird Tip and classic Youtube Poops are often the source material for his bizarre sense of humor and style. Spamton does naturally come with dark humor, it is a part of his personality, but try not to overdo it.

You could create a scenario where Spamton's mind is continually fighting against itself, but the outside world of Cyber City and the activities he partakes in are quite pleasant (such as going out for dinner). It's still not exactly lighthearted, but it does provide an interesting contrast between two different perspectives.

You could also have him argue with his own psyche in there about his self worth. One part of him thinks he's the greatest salesman that ever lived and he's still wildly successful, but another part of him knows the truth, and finds him to be about as worthy as the trash he sleeps in. This study of his own self-contradictions seems like it would be a lot of fun to read about!

As for the NEO body, did his goal change after he met this self-insert? Initially, his motivations are purely selfish and for power, and he's not a sentimental person, so it would take something especially drastic for him to change his mind like that. I won't tell you to change your story or say you shouldn't do it, go for it if this is the end goal for your story! It's just my opinion that I don't find it very believable for his character.

I apologize again if that isn't the answer you were looking for, feel free to ask me again or come off anon. Remember this is YOUR story and you should focus on how YOU want to make it, not necessarily listen to a stranger's interpretations of a character they could be wrong about.

#spamton

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limeade-l3sbian · 2 years

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had coffee with a friend today (call her jane) and despite her being anonymous, i don’t want to divulge every aspect of our conversation. but i will say that we touched on some topics regarding sexuality and her current dating situation. when i told a lighthearted story about how i knew i was a lesbian, she told me that there was a point before i had known her in which she’d cut her hair and had, in a bout of lacking confidence, been dressing a bit plainly in sweats and shirts. her friends thought she was gay; she is not, and told them as much.

she told her friends that she had a hard time developing crushes, and they told her that she might be asexual or demisexual. i asked her if she thought she was, she said no, but that it kind of bugged her that they kept trying to almost label her. wanting to avoid that, i kept my prodding as honest questions, no leading, no “well what about..?” I let her talk out what she wanted to say. we were telling stories about dating experiences and i found that my own were far more light and worth remembering than her own, as she recounted these experiences with men that she told me “she felt like she was in control of, because i just use them and they don’t even know it. i regretted to inform her that, while they should, they didn’t care. as we went on, she got a little quiet at one point and said, “i think i would just like romance or something less physical for a while, but i don’t know how possible that is.”

obviously that broke my heart. more than i would ever admit to her, and i spent the rest of the time just trying to make her laugh. but ultimately, i explained to her that the methods used to harm women could not be mirrored with men. told her that if romance was what she wanted, then that was what she fucking deserved. ultimately, i have very little faith in men, but i did feel good when we were in the car and she told me she might need to focus on herself for a while. which is all i could want for her. this is a bit of a rambling post, but she and i generally only joke and i kind of took the opportunity to just sit and talk with her and when she tried to laugh it off, i gently went back and asked her to question these things that were supposedly making her feel powerful despite the results saying otherwise. she became very critical when talking about men and how absorbed they seemed to be with having sex with her. there were other things at play that i won’t just spill on the internet,

but ultimately, i just want her like every goddamn woman to be happy and feel like they matter. because you fucking do. you matter more than you’ll ever even be able to conceptualize. even just making silly posts or getting coffee with a girlfriend. you are another woman’s saving grace, even if you don’t know it and even if she doesn’t. you gyns fucking matter, and i’ll keep saying it until every goddamn woman gets it.

#radfems please interact #radfems do touch #radfem safe

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ploppythespaceship · 2 years

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Strange New Worlds Season 1 Thoughts & Review

Overall, this show was a pleasant surprise, and I found myself enjoying it more than expected. That being said, while there’s a lot of a promise, I think another season or two is still needed for them to really find their feet -- which is typical for Trek. I also think that while the show’s status as a prequel doesn’t completely drag it down, it does hurt more than it helps.

Spoilers under the cut.

What I Liked

Hands down, the single best element of this series is the fact that it has stand-alone episodes rather than an overarching serialized plot. It’s honestly ridiculous how much difference this makes. You can feel it from the first episode. There’s a greater variety of stories and tones, and it’s easier to focus on the ensemble of characters.

I also really appreciate that the show can just be dumb sometimes. With the exception of Lower Decks (which feels like an outlier), new Trek hasn’t had the opportunity to just be silly and stupid for an episode. But this season had two of them, and they were both a lot of fun.

That being said, the show’s not afraid to go to some dark places as well. But it does so without comprising the overall lighthearted nature of the series. It’s very well-balanced.

The cast is solid. I enjoy most of the characters, and they did a good job of creating a unique balance of people.

Anson Mount is excellent as Pike. We already knew this going on, but it bears repeating. He just has this energy and charisma to him that all the best Trek captains share, and he absolutely carries the show as its lead. He also feels different from other Trek captains we’ve had before -- if I had to compare, I’d say he’s an intriguing mix of Kirk’s charm with Sisko’s intense dad energy.

I didn’t care for Spock in Discovery, and I was convinced that I would hate him in this, too. But the writers and performance gradually won me over. I do think that compared to Nimoy and Quinto, Peck is the weakest of the three, but there’s still some good stuff there. It’s clear that both the actor and the writers respect his character, and are interested in fully exploring the dichotomy between his Human and Vulcan sides.

Chapel grew a lot on me, as well. She doesn’t feel remotely like her TOS counterpart, but considering the original Chapel didn’t have much personality to speak of, I can’t really mind that much. Jess Bush completely made the part her own, and I can respect that.

I adored Celia Rose Gooding as Uhura. I love seeing this younger, less certain version of the character coming into her own.

I enjoyed M’Benga, though I would have liked to see him a bit more.

The opening is great. Awesome visuals and a subtle remix of the TOS theme. Not terribly important in the grand scheme of things, but I still wanted to mention it.

What I Didn’t Like

This show really needed to spread the love a bit more, and make sure that all of their characters got at least a little bit of focus at some point. Bare minimum, one focus episode per main cast member would have been enough, but the season didn’t even do that. Chapel, Hemmer, and Ortegas never received any focus episodes, and the latter especially did not feel remotely fleshed out enough.

Also, I cannot wrap my head around the decision to kill off Hemmer. He was such an interesting character idea, and I love that they cast a blind actor for the part. But after only giving him bit parts in a tiny handful of the season’s episodes, they abruptly killed him off and played it up like we were supposed to be devastated. But we barely know this guy! Apparently the writers only created Hemmer to be part of Uhura’s arc, and I cannot put into words how much I hate that. It’s an absolute waste of a good character, and by far the season’s biggest misstep.

Some episode premises also felt repetitive, and I would rather have seen something brand new than explore the same ideas multiple times. I didn’t need more than one Spock and T’Pring episode, for example. Nor did I need two dark Gorn thrillers. It felt like that was just taking screentime away from fleshing out some other aspects that I wanted to see.

Una (Number One) is kind of a non-character. I think it’s a performance issue tbh -- Rebecca Romijn just doesn’t bring much energy to the part. She has very little presence, usually blending into the background of an episode, and I often just forget that she exists altogether. She doesn’t get much to do either, with her single focus episode being one of the weakest of the entire season.

I also didn’t care for La’an. I didn’t mind her at first, but I found her more grating as the season continued. Everything about her feels a bit forced eventually, and she has an edgy OC quality that I can’t entirely connect with. Also, I don’t understand why they made her a descendant of Khan. It adds nothing to the character or the story, and she would be a perfectly fine character with a different last name.

And in the finale, I did not like Paul Wesley as Kirk. At all. I understand not wanting to do an imitation, and other actors on the show have done well to reimagine classic characters with their own spin. But Kirk still needs to have some charm and life to him, which Wesley simply does not have.

My last complaint might be petty, but whatever. I wish this show wasn’t a prequel. Everything is well-executed, and most of it does fit into the timeline well (unlike Discovery). But I also know deep down that I would enjoy this more if it were all-new characters in an all-new setting, and part of me can’t help but be grumpy that we’re exploring old characters rather than creating new ones.

Episode Quick Thoughts

Since we actually got individual episodes this season, I thought I’d give super quick thoughts on each one of them.

Strange New Worlds -- A solid opener that did a good job introducing us to the main characters and the setting. The premise stretched believability just a tad, but the character arcs landed, and that’s the more important thing in the end.

Children of the Comet -- An excellent episode for developing this version of Uhura, but a fairly meh episode everywhere else. Not bad, just not terribly interesting.

Ghosts of Illyria -- A serviceable infection plot but some weak character moments. They really needed to develop the Illyrians some more (I did not remember them from their single Enterprise appearance), and the final reveal for Una felt very forced.

Memento Mori -- A tense, action heavy episode that somehow managed to make the Gorn intimidating without ever showing them. Fleshing out some of La’an’s backstory worked well, and I particularly enjoyed Spock and La’an’s mindmeld.

Spock Amok -- A stupid one! I loved every second.

Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach -- I did a whole write-up on this one. Basically, I think this episode was put together wrong, and the story should have been rearranged to make the twist happen much sooner, to really force Pike into a true moral dilemma.

The Serene Squall -- A really solid start that ultimately took a nosedive. I loved the pirates taking over the ship, and all the tension there. And then as soon as it turned into yet another Spock and T’Pring story with a teased Chapel love triangle I lost pretty much all interest. Everything about it felt forced, with the extremely stupid Sybok reveal at the end just being the icing on the cake.

The Elysian Kingdom -- Another stupid one! I thoroughly enjoyed this, and it’s clear that the cast was having a grand old time. The ending felt rushed, but that’s my only complaint.

All Those Who Wander -- Another tense Gorn episode, but this one didn’t work for me nearly as well. I was mostly just bored and wondering why it felt like we were doing the same story again. Hemmer’s death also did not land for me, at all.

A Quality of Mercy -- A mixed bag. I really enjoyed the concept of Pike seeing a world where he doesn’t make his sacrifice, but they didn’t really sell the horror of that alternate timeline nearly enough for me. It wound up feeling like a pale copy of Yesterday’s Enterprise. And Kirk’s lifeless portrayal dragged this down for me pretty hard.

#personal #star trek #strange new worlds #snw spoilers #i think this will come right above enterprise in my overall ranking #like it's very average trek #nothing spectacular. nothing terrible. just sort of is #but i think it has the potential to grow into something more

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