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doppel-doodles · 3 months

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Hi, i really like your art and you writing, you are really good, so I wanted to know if you could Make some headcanons about Macaque ,Wukong ,Azure AND Shadowpeach with a Male or GN reader that Is súper soft with them and supports them when they are down, I was thinking about Wukong AND Macaque without The glamour things and insecure about their real apearence, and Azure with some scars after The Jade emperor Situation, Those boys need some love AND im sorry if I am overloading you with this request, Thanks

Heya! Firstly thanks a bunch for requesting and for the compliments! It's really sweet:> I was a bit confused in the request if you meant shadowpeach and the boys separately or just shadowpeach so I did the former just to be safe! Hope you enjoy!

Azure, Wukong and Macaque with a supportive reader

Azure lion

If we're going with Azure somehow surviving what happened to him in season 4 then I imagine he would probably gain large scars all over his body from the jade emperor's powers being too much for him to the point it was literally tearing him apart.

One goes over his eye and he has most likely lost some vision with that one, another cuts into his mane creating a slight bald spot. And the rest are scattered all across from his arms to his legs.

I don't think he would cover them up with glamour though, he would most likely keep them out as a reminder of what he did, a warning even.

Finally realizing that he wasn't the good guy and everything he did was in fact not good comes with a lot of emotions: guilt,shame even remorse.

But that's where you come in!

You don't know what Azure did or even who he was before you two met. With you he could have a fresh start, something he may have desperately needed after everything.

You would never try and pry about what happened to him to be so banged up either.

Not even when he wakes up in the middle of the night after a horrible nightmare, dreaming about how that day he was defeated could have turned out...

You just hold him,sooth him, tell him he's safe and that whatever he saw wasn't real.

And you'll continue to do so until he passes out in your arms, becoming a snoring mess once again.

You'll never know just how grateful he is to you for this, his appreciation just grows deeper every time.

He has debated over telling you who he used to be and what he had done, to be honest something inside him is deeply afraid that you'll hate him if he tells you even with you showing him nothing but care and support, and if you would he wouldn't fault you for it, not one bit.

He will tell you the story behind his scars one day, he just needs a little more time.

Sun Wukong

Okay, for Wukong I actually feel like it'll take him EXTREMELY long to drop the glamour around you. He really needs to be insanely comfortable with your presence and that alone takes time.

Him and being open with people just don't seem to mesh you feel me?

It also just stings his ego a bit. He is supposed to be the monkey king, the great sage equal to heaven for him you don't imagine that kind of guy getting hurt like ever right?

But if you are patient with him you'll eventually have him coming home, dropping his glamour and happily falling into your arms for a well deserved cuddle after a long day.

And once he showed them to you there really is no going back for him, the feeling of you kissing over his scarred skin? The way it fills him with that warm fuzziness? He wouldn't trade it for all the peaches in the world.

I imagine the circlet that was used on him actually left a scar that goes all around his head, so be sure to place lots of kisses on his forehead yes?

I've also played around with the idea that when the lady bone demon possessed Wukong it actually left a scar on his back were her power entered.

The skin ther is not just cool to the touch, it is ice cold.

This one is especially hard to look at for him but he can always feel it, no matter how many layers he wears that spot will always feel cool,dead even.

And death is something he does not like.

So when you hug him from behind or give him back rubs, your body heat breathing life back into his skin for a brief period of time it almost makes him regret hiding this from you for so long!

Macaque

Surprisingly with Macaque it's EVEN WORSE he has a major case of trust issues so don't think he'll dump to you even though he definitely should let it out-

Like you actually have the patience of a saint if you can put up with him for that long in his eyes, which is great! He loves that about you!

With your encouragement he'll actually become willing to show his eye scar in public...kinda.

What I mean is when he is in human form performing at his shadow theater it would be there but covered by his hood so nobody would actually be able to see it.

Listen we are taking baby steps here-

And you couldn't be prouder of these tiny steps! And you let him know that, oh how you let him know that.

He is low key kinda startled by it at first, in his mind you should probably feel a bit cheated by him doing it this way but you just aren't. It makes his heart flutter more than he likes to admit.

He also appreciates the little things you do for him when you learn of his six ears and exceptional hearing.

Without even noticing you'll talk in a quieter voice or just watch your tone in general or you just carry a pair of noise cancelling headphones around for him incase you two find yourself in an unbearably loud environment and for whatever reason can't leave.

He ADORES your thoughtfulness for him to be honest.

It's been a while since he experienced anything like it.

Shadowpeach

Here is a shocker I don't think it'll take them even half as long to drop the glamour in this situation.

Because those two have a history, they know mostly what the other truly looks like already so there isn't as much pressure to hide it from the other since they already know.

And it would kinda make them feel bad to leave you out of the loop at that point, you're part of this relationship too after all so if they can show their scars to each other then they should show them to you as well right?

Although seeing Macaques eye stirs up a mix of feelings in Wukong every time.

He caused it after all.

Also I like the idea of Macaque planning out this whole grandiose reveal to you, like the extra Theater kid he is he actually has a whole script written out and memorised down to the very last line, yes he tried forcing Wukong to do the same, no he did not do the same.

Then the day before Wukong strolls in with no glamour like "HERE I AM!" Like the jerk he is-

Macaque proceeded to have a friendly round of rough housing with him for that:D

Besides that I imagine it being like it was in their own headcanons just with these two occasionally fighting for your attention

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #lmk azure lion #azure lion x reader #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #doppels valentine

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vide0-nasties · 10 months

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Going to be rambling insanely about Ghost and probably what his feelings on the monarchy would be, coming from one deeply damaged povo to another.

Anyway, specifically around the time the parasite in chief in her idiot hat (thanks Eccleston lub u) died and passed said idiot hat on, I was seeing a lot of (fun and gentle-ribbing, mind you!) posts about Ghost getting razzed about the queen croaking and maybe him being sad about it or something - I don’t really remember bc I have shit for brains and I just latch onto what bits my adhd will allow.

SO. I really don’t think Bruv Innit gave two shits about Liz buying the farm, bc he grew up working class in a working class town to a drug addicted, drug peddling dad, and a fairly nondescript mom who likely didn’t have a way to get her and her kids out of that shit situation (per ‘09 MW lore and some presumption). I imagine dude was dragged around a shitload of council estates and his dad’s friends’ shitty crash pads, no stability whatsoever, where food insecurity was a big ass forever-looming deal, mom had no idea if her 20 year old vauxhall was going to make it another trip to her minimum wage part time job, and school was forever on the back burner bc when it came to school supplies/trips vs eating and keeping the lights on. You can guess which one won.

If we’re also going with him being about 35-40ish, he would’ve been 10-12ish or so around Diana’s divorce and then her death. So, here’s this starving, horrendously abused kid, with his starving, horrendously abused mother and little brother, drowning in a system that is pretty much just letting them sink to the bottom, nothing is being done about the evil sperm donor that ruins everything for them, and he’s obliterated constantly by TV coverage and tabloids and radio DJs talking about this goddamned family’s stupid fucking drama. Charles cheated, Diana left, her poor boys in their fancy private schools with their endless wealth and glowing skin and brand new clothes that don’t stink of consignment shops are sad.

Sorrows - sorrows, prayers. 🫶

It’s a story he’s seen countless times, the only difference is money and coverage. And, realistically, the women in the stories he knows aren’t killed in car wrecks, they’re killed by their infuriated husbands who think they’re owed something catching up. Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t leave the cocksucker that trapped her, she could’ve ended up another council house Diana that no one gave a shit about.

He grows up, becomes a butcher’s apprentice, joins the army. Straightens his brother out, makes sure his mom is set up nice, finally beats the shit out of his dad. And all the while, there looms the most fucking pointless, parasitic family in England: living off taxes taken from the public, god knows how much land and how many castles, even owning all the fucking swans on the island.

Relics, vampires, leeches.

But, you know, twenty years down the road, he’s pushing 40, his services to the country are done in the dark, the family he tried so badly to save were brutally cut down anyway, and when he goes to Tesco, the price of a fifth of piss Smirnoff is insane, and he’s still got Soap swimming in his head mid-rant bc his mam’s fucking knee replacement appeal has been denied for the third time and she can’t even walk anymore, Gaz is moving for the second time in a year bc he just can’t afford to live close to his parents even on his salary, meanwhile there was a stretch where it looked like Philip was surviving solely by being pumped full of virgin blood and straight stem cells.

So, yeah, if anything he probably said cheers when the news broke and cracked a couple extra jokes that day.

“What d’you call one dead Windsor? A good start.”

Edit: This is picking up some traction. @50cal-fullauto-astarion is my CoD blog if you like my Call of Bullshit stuff, this is my main and I don’t really go into CoD here

#simon ghost riley #modern warfare ii #ghost cod #call of duty #mw2 #ghost #I’m mentally ill and I love that he is also mentally ill and probably looks at the monarchy with disgust #if he can vote depending on whether he’s legally dead or not he voted no on brexit #some rando at base is like ‘how can you make a joke like that think about the children they lost their nan’#and he just goes ‘I’ll hunt those little shits for sport’

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gunattaboys · 2 months

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I want to put jin under a microscope and study him. i feel like taking a character as interesting as Jin and boiling him down to 'hes just a dumb kid who made a mistake' is super.. mundane?? Truth be told, Jin is a deeply insecure person with narcissistic tendencies and a savior complex. He thought he had a firm grasp on Non because he feels like he was looking out for him when in reality he was keeping non around emotionally and physically abusive boys for his own personal gain (being around his crush).. In his head, Jin already had non; Im talking pure delusions of grandeur because how could Non NOT reciprocate his feeling? hes seemingly a loner, and very quiet; constantly being bullied by his peers and here comes Jin his knight in shining armor to save the day. But Jin discovers Non is not the shy loner boy he percieved him to be. Jin feels humiliated, embarrassed and betrayed over a situation that never existed between the two of them. HOWWW could non do this to him??? after everything theyve (never) been through...how could non not return his loyalty that he never asked for??? and off of a whim he decided to get back at him. Hes going to embarrass him and make him regret... whatever he thinks he did wrong. Fast forward to present day and here he is upset and spiteful at phee for apparently not wanting to be more than friends with him and thinking he has something going on with.. tan??? Hes INSANE

#dead friend forever #i think we should all accept that hes deranged!#its more fun that way!#what a crazy little guy

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beneathstarryskies · 1 year

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Hello! May I please request an NSFW alphabet for V? I love the way you write!

Thanks for the request! I'm sorry this took so long. It's been a while since I wrote a NSFW alphabet.

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, mentions of pegging

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

V is usually the one who requires aftercare. The intimacy of making love can be overwhelming for him, even if you’ve been together dozens of times. He wants to be held and soothed after.

On the off chance your positions are switched, he is very doting in aftercare. He will hold you and massage your sore muscles. Then, he’ll read you some poetry until you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t have a particular part of his body that’s his favorite. If anything, he struggles a lot with insecurity and self-loathing. If you absolutely force him to choose something, he’d be cheeky and say his tongue. Both of you know it’s because of how easily he can make you come undone with just his tongue.

On you, his favorite body part is your mouth. Not only because you definitely know how to drive him crazy with your mouth, but also because he loves your smile. He loves your voice and watching your lips curl around every word.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

V’s cum is somewhat watery, but there is always a lot of it when he climaxes. The taste is pretty much nonexistent. It’s just a little salty. He’s absolutely weak for watching you swallow it, but his favorite will always be cumming inside of your warm hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

V is secretly very jealous of Vergil and feels insecure about their size difference. If you ever ask what being part of Vergil’s body was like, V would lie and say Vergil is lacking in the size department to keep your curiosity from growing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V is not very experienced at all. In fact, he only has memories from his time merged with Vergil to go off of. Luckily, he’s a quick and eager learner.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is cowgirl. He likes being at your mercy and having you use him to get yourself off.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is very serious, and almost overly aware of every little thing that happens. Sex can of course be sort of funny and messy in its own right, but if you giggle at something that happens V will get insecure and worry that you’re making fun of him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very well groomed, but it’s not like there’s much to groom. He’s naturally bare for the most part. There’s a very sparse patch of hair at the base of his cock that he keeps groomed meticulously, and will even shave completely if you want him to.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

V is very romantic and sometimes a little intense. He’s longed for intimacy and love so deeply that finally having it nearly drives him insane. Quite often you have to cup his cheeks, kiss him softly, and remind him that you’re here with him and not going anywhere.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Generally, he’s not the biggest fan of jacking off. However, if for some reason you’re not around and he’s feeling aroused he’ll take matters into his own hands. His favorite thing is to steal a part of your panties (or even his favorite silky nightgown of yours) and use them to jerk off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to be dominated and overstimulated. It makes him feel so loved when you take control and just show him so much pleasure. It makes him feel so good. He also has a praise kink the size of Texas and is putty in your hands as soon as you start lavishing him with praise. He’s down to experiment with almost anything. I am begging you to tie him up and call him “pretty boy” he will melt.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course his preference is at home, where he can be assured that it’s just the two of you and you have all the time in the world together. He’s not really picky about where in your shared home, just as long as he can take his time. However, he does enjoy taking it to different places except he will always blush the next time he visits said places which can give you away. You’d almost gotten away with fucking in Nero’s van but the next time you were in it together you just HAD to sit down on the sofa exactly where the two of you had fucked. V turned so red Nero thought he was sick, but when Nero spotted the suspicious glances you and V shared he was quick to put it together.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He wants to make you happy all the time, and he’s learned there is no greater bliss than coming undone for one another. So, that’s a big motivator for him. Just knowing he’s got the power to make you writhe and sob with pleasure is enough to get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He wouldn’t have a threesome with either Nero or Dante for obvious reasons. It would just be icky. However, he would be open to sharing with Vergil (if this is an AU where they can exist side by side instead of as one.)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There’s no preference between giving and recieving. He loves both pretty equally, which is why he absolutely adores 69 because it’s the best of both worlds. He also LOVES it when you sit on his face. His cock is rock hard as soon as he’s being suffocated between your soft thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

V really prefers it slow and sensual. It feels decadent in a way to just take your time kissing one another and making love. He knows better than most how fleeting existence can be so he doesn’t want to rush the more precious moments if he can help it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time, but will occassionally indulge. Especially if you ask him with that pretty doe look in his eyes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try almost anything once, but it really depends on what the risk is. He wouldn’t do anything that could be harmful to your wellbeing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

V can last a while, but sometimes does cum quick if he’s particularly worked up. He als has a pretty long refractory period. He is absolutely mortified by this fact, but he does everything to make up for it. He’ll spend the whole time he’s waiting to be able to get hard again going down on you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t personally own any toys, but if you buy some he’s more than willing to try them. Especially if they will make things better or more exciting for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a little bit of a tease at times, but he gives in so easily. Just one little pout on your pretty lips has him giving in to you. However, he loves to be teased and wants you to keep teasing him until he’s sobbing for you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

V is not very loud, although he is talkative. He’s just all breathy whispers and deep moans. He can get a little whiny sometimes, and this can get loud if you’re working him up quite a bit.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

V will wear lingerie and is absolutely beautiful in it. He will wear it for you when he wants to surprise you. Also, he loves getting pegged. You'll always know when he's in the mood for that because he'll be a little brattier than usual.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

V measures in at 7 inches long, and is just a bit above average girth. He is uncircumcised. The tip is a pretty shade of pink, but turns red when he’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty high sex drive. In fact he has more sex drive than he does stamina. It’s not uncommon for him to push himself to the point of almost passing out.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Almost immediately. Like as soon as he cums, his eyes are heavy.

#dmc v x reader #vitale x reader #v dmc5 x reader #v devil may cry x reader #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry #🌟written in the stars

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vortex-detected · 11 months

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Under the Stars

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: lee minho x gn!reader 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: angst. like. so much. but they make up at the end (kinda) so its okay. 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 900+ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: cursing. angst. im kinda projecting here but oh well. minhos kind of a idiot. jisung makes an appearance (very brief, but needa a warning in itself) 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you try to reconnect with minho after an argument you guys had. but what happens when he just ghosts you out of nowhere?

A/N: its been.. forever since ive wrote. hello? im sorry it took me so long. ive been in a horrific writers block, but in honor of skz's new comeback and collision having me on a chokehold, you get this. this song is heavily inspired by collision, as its my favorite from the album. this was rushed and is probably really bad, but i kinda liked how it turned out. its also not edited so sorry for any mistakes. anyway stream 5 star and have a good day/night loves!! <3

“Minho..?” You wait for a split second, expecting a response. But you quickly realize it’s a voicemail again. “It’s… It’s [Y/N]. I know we left off on the wrong foot. The… very wrong foot. I just… needed space. And a lot of it. What you had said back there was hurtful, but I’m willing to forgive you, Minho. You just have to pick up. That’s all you have to do,” your breath hitches, you let out a sigh, trying not to cry. “I… really miss you, Minho. I miss everything about you..” a sob can be heard over the phone. “J-Just call me back… o-or text me back. Goodbye, Minho.” With that, you hung up the phone. Waiting for him to listen to the voice message.

And the voice message he heard. He heard all of the ones you left. It was eating him alive. The boys did their best to reconnect you two, but Minho refused. Many. Many times. “Jisung, you know I just… I don’t deserve them after what I said-” “Dude, you realize they’re willing to forgive you… right?” Jisung adds, “Just… call them back. Once. Explain what went through your head.” At that, Minho rolls his eyes. “So what, ‘Hey, [Y/N]. I’m sorry for calling you a clingy asshole and someone who disrespected my boundaries for their own pleasure because-’ you get the point, Jisung.” “But you didn’t mean it… did you?” Jisung asks. “No of course not!” he explains. “Problem solved! See? I’m so good at relationship advice.”

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That was two months ago. Two. Long. Months. It affected Minho a lot. He almost called you one day, but decided against it. His insecurities finally eat him up. He had to do something before it got worse. He was a fucking idiot and he knew it. You kept leaving voice messages for him, and then, it hit him.

You really did want to talk to him.

It took him two months of voice messages piling up, waiting for the day you called him baby again. Like you always did. He missed your voice. And not over the phone. He breathes in deeply as he dials your number. Waiting for you to pick up.

Except… you never did. Now it’s time for Minho to leave the voice messages. “[Y/N]... I’m such a fucking idiot-” He laughs at himself. “I… was too scared to call. Thinking you didn’t want to talk to me ever again. I thought all of these voice messages were stupid fucking pranks. That you were… fucking with me. I was stupid to call you what I did. I know you were just worrying about me and I’m.. really fucking sorry. I’m sorry it took me so long, but please… I want to try again. I’ve been going insane without you.” he sniffles slightly, not really wanting to have a heart to heart over the phone. “Can… Can you meet me at our star gazing spot..? We can talk it out under the stars.”

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Minho waits under your tree. Our tree, you called it. He doesn’t want to taint it as much as hes already tainting it. He’s been there for a good while now. Maybe you didn’t get his message. Had you blocked him? Maybe you chose to ignore it. His thoughts are cut off by a soft “M-Minho…?” He whips around to the sound to see you behind the tree. You smile widely at him, but it's a sad smile. He smiles back the same smile. “Hi…”

You don’t give him enough to talk as you wrap your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. “D-Don’t you… ever. fucking ghost me again-” He rubs your back as you cry onto his shoulder. “I-... I won’t. I’m sorry, love.” He realized what he said, ready to apologize, when he hears you giggle. “I missed that… I missed you, Minho.” you say, calming down as he rubs your back. “I missed you too…”

You let go of him, sitting in front of him. “I’m glad you finally decided to come out. I’ve… I’ve been here ever since the break. I come here everyday.” you confess. Minho stares at you wide eyed, blinking a couple of times. “Really? So I could’ve just gone here and you would’ve been here?” You nod your head. “God, I’m such an idiot.” he shakes his head in disbelief. “It’s okay, baby. We all have those moments-” His head perks up at that. “God how long I’ve waited for you to call me that… but I don’t deserve it. Not yet.” he stands up. “M-Min… Don’t leave-”

He never planned on leaving. “[Y/N]. I’m so sorry-... I should’ve never said anything I said that night. I didn’t mean a word of it. I was just so fucking stressed and I took it out on the first thing that tipped me over the edge. And… I guess it was you. I don’t really remember what you did, but I’m just…” he holds your hands in his, as he stares at you in the eyes. “I’m so. Fucking sorry. I don’t want to… I don’t want to be the one to destroy our relationship. I-... I can’t. I’d feel like shit if I truly did. Let me make it up to you… Let me start fresh, okay?” He stares at you, hoping you would take his apology.

“I would love that, Minho.”

#lee know fanfic #stray kids x reader #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know angst #stray kids angst #skz x reader #im sorry #idk why i did this lol #skz imagines #stray kids imagines

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moonshynecybin · 2 months

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I remember many years ago, someone (and for the life of me I cannot remember who, but I think it was a commentator) called Vale "the man with the golden mask", basically saying that the Vale we see on TV and in interviews is only the person he wants us to see and that only a few people know the real Vale, and for me this has always explained why he is the way he is with Marc and why it went way from the ranch.

Unlike with people like Biaggi, Stoner, Jlo etc, he clearly genuinely liked Marc (I think possibly because Marc reminded him of himself lol but that's a whole different topic) and I always got the impression he let Marc see a bit of the real Vale behind the mask bc he trusted him, then when Marc rocked up at his ranch with his whole team, he saw it as Marc trying to outdo him and broke that trust. Vale then sees trusting Marc as a mistake, overanalyses everything Marc does on and off track from that point on (rightly or wrongly), sees a lot of it as Marc deliberately sabotaging him, even though it's just his usual demon behaviour, and then 2015 cements his view that he's made a huge mistake in ever trusting Marc with the real Vale. And that's why still now, even though he's had fights and crashes with a lot of other riders, he can't let 2015 go, not just because of the 10th, but because the others were just battles on track; Marc hurt him on a personal level and he blames Marc as much as himself for allowing that to happen. I think the "the mask" went back into place the day Marc left that ranch and has stayed very firmly there ever since, and had it not, maybe things would be different today. Or at least, that is how I've always seen it (sorry for the essay!)

i COMPLETELY agree.... ive already talked like. truly so much about how i think that marc bringing his mechanics to the ranch was seen as the first shot in their little war by vale... like marc transgressing on vale's territory and bringing the smoke to a fun friendly ranch day was spun in vale's brain as MARC being the one to throw the first stone here... like yeah vale has a pattern of icing people out once they become real rivals but i actually think he came into being competitive with marc still open to being friends (or at least thinking that lol) !! and then marc shows up at his house like remember i want to destroy you on track! :3 which for marc's insane brain (mechanics are my familyyy and what happens on track stays there) is fine ! but not for vale lol. and then there's insecurity and ego and marc being an annoying crazy person et cetera blah blah blah so it goes = divorce

i also think ummmm. literally every day about when marc had to introduce valentino to the audience in his documentary, and the first thing he said was "to me, valentino is SHOW." and then also literally immediately identified ranch day as definitively when vale started icing him out... like even if he was in denial during the 2015 season, i think in hindsight he is PAINFULLYYYY aware of exactly when that mask went back up AND when he was unceremoniously removed from the small circle of people who ever get to see vale without it. like there was a shift. and it hurts his feelings lol.

and youre so right! marc IS different than those other guys bc they had a really good relationship before... vale's ability to show the press only what he wants them to see is one of his most effective mechanisms of self protection. (SO effective that he apparently does it in his real life relationships, like with his dad)... if no one sees the real you, then you never have to be vulnerable. if youre never vulnerable, its a lot harder to get hurt. unfortunately for vale it also makes it a lot harder to build meaningful connections ! so i think when he let marc in and then was "betrayed" by him, it was a) a rare occurrence for him to get that close with another racer (academy boys are a lil different obvs. like he thought marc was his equal, which i think compelled him AND freaked him out) and b) deeply effecting when he felt like that trust got betrayed... so even though hes the aggressor in the sepang drama i think he felt pretty victimized at that point. which like yeah is delusional ! but is also just sometimes how emotions work. especially when you have trust ego and vulnerability issues lol

#like even outside of the yaoi i think it is NOTABLE that vale got tf over everyone else and then holds marc as an enemy still.#and on one hand: he is clearly so worried about marc's ability and his legacy. on the other: his feelings got hurt BAD lol #need to go through and tag all of my rosquez breakup psychoanalysis so i have it on hand #does this even make sense. am i repeating myself.#callie speaks #motogp #asks #rosquez #honestly the best part of writing vale is writing that mask. WHAT is going on inside that head lol

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thecapricunt1616 · 2 months

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I am a Carmen Autism truther. As an autistic - you can SMELL an autistic person from 50 MILES!! Carmen is AUTISTIC!!! Let me just break this down so clear.

-stutter. In autistic children (especially boys) stuttering in early childhood - Carmen’s MAIN source of insecurity is insanely common. This is likely due to the range and intensity in which autistic people feel our emotions, making it near impossible to get something out properly.

-stimming. Carmen STIMS. CONSTANTLY. And it’s so clear, because when he’s in high stress situations around OTHERS - he will stim in a ‘socially acceptable way’ like rubbing his neck, rubbing his face, playing with his hair. But- the second he has a meltdown alone he’s violently shaking his hands to the point of damaging the joints in his wrists, pacing back and forth, smacking his head, screaming in anger. That is AUTISM DUDE. He doesn’t do it in front of Sug, rich, or ANYONE because they AREN’T autistic, and he knows they will worry or not get it.

-ocd. Carm has raging perfectionism OCD in regards to his career, that is comorbid to his Autism. 40% of autistic people have OCD. His autism also ramps up his OCD to a max no neurotypical person would have it, because autism has an extra sense of black and white thinking and perfectionism - and also tunnel vision so he runs himself to the bone bringing things to life he saw them in his head.

-relationships. Carm has too many feelings. He knows this. That is why he calls himself a psycho, he feels that he feels too deeply. Which isn’t true. Autistics love in such a way that we can’t even find the words for it, that’s why he forces himself to swallow them all, which is the main culprit for his violence.

Pls if you want more- I can keep going lol.

#the bear carmen #carmen berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto the bear #the bear 🐻#the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fandom #the bear #autism #autistic characters

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constellarcreator · 2 months

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I swear I cannot get Floyd out of my brain

I mean, I keep wondering what the HELL he was up to in the time between Brozone splitting up and getting troll-napped by V&V. The only hint we get is him saying that he planned to start a solo music career, and that's really it. Floyd is arguably the brother we know the least about in regards to how his life went post-breakup and that opens up a whole realm of possibilities for headcanon backstory. It's making me slightly insane so I infodumped about my own headcanons under the cut 👇

So I think Floyd does indeed manage to start up a solo music career. I see a lot of ppl headcanon that he gets into rock music, but eeeeehhhhh I don't think so personally. Maybe pop-punk but not any hard rock. At the beginning I think the music style he goes for is the upbeat energetic pop sound that Brozone was known for, except with more of a 2010's party/club music vibe. The songs he writes and performs are tailored to be popular and get him famous and not necessarily what he wants to sing. His preferred musical stylings are slower and more emotional, sometimes very sad, but he doesn't think that kind of music would have an audience, so he turns to what is popular rather than what his genuine self is. At that point I see Floyd using the tried and true "bottle up all your bad feelings and force yourself to be constantly upbeat and party all night to forget how sad you are" method of coping at the beginning of his career in his teens. Being known as "the sensitive one" in the Brozone days really wore down on Floyd and made him deeply insecure of being perceived as such, so he just bottles it all up and keeps up the party boy pop star persona. Though of course that couldn't last forever. Around his early 20's is when burnout finally hits and the mental illness catches up to him. He goes on a hiatus from making music. He parties even harder to cope, makes bad decisions, regularly gets into fights and drama with other musicians, the works. And he goes gray from how horrible and hopeless he feels. The quintessential example of a former teen pop idol having a mental break as a new adult. For a few years Floyd's just a complete mess until around his mid 20s when he decides to take initiative to turn his life around and gets back into music, this time making the music he always wanted to make: softer, darker, sadder tunes written from the heart. Writing and performing his true feelings becomes a healthy coping mechanism for him. And whaddya know, people like it! Sure, his career wasn't like it was during his party music era, but he's healing and much much happier. His colors return aaaaaand he's troll-napped. Give this man a break </3

#bat chatter #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls floyd #floyd brozone

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ladyseaforth · 18 days

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Feline Arch, p.2

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And that case had come. It had come and hit Vincent like a bus, a ton of bricks in the form of Sandra. Beautiful, self-assured Sandra from all those years ago, who stood before him in the kitchen she shared with her son and dog and husband (deceased).

Her tears came in rushes. Sudden bursts as she pointed out the location of plates in the kitchen and described her son’s godmother. The boy was hidden away somewhere in the house, irreparably scarred from stumbling upon his father’s cold, battered body. The dog follows everywhere he goes like a little ghost.

Vincent puts himself to work, whipping out his little black notebook every so often as each new thought, theory and argument occurs to him. He already pictures himself in the courtroom, seeking out the gaps in the story before the enemy can.

He traverses the building, meek but steady behind Sandra, as he examines the attic, the window, the distance of Samuel’s fall. He listens to Sandra’s recount of the anguished day, the music that man played to agitate her, the way her husband drove her interviewer away. The traces of a petty, insecure man.

He still feels the desperate hug that Sandra greeted him with, the first instance in which she did not have to be the reassuring party. A moment’s respite from the vigil she kept over her son who stared blankly at the wall of his bedroom.

He churns all of this information over in his mind as he drives home at midnight, through the snow and sleet. Vincent thinks of ghosts and lost chances, his bed, wine and the cold. He thinks about all of these things in English. The meeting ground.

…

You are typing today, fingers rapid and dancing on the keyboard. Wine practically untouched. You had received a transcribing job, decent pay to supply subtitles to a semi-popular television show in the UK that was spreading over into mainland Europe. Whilst it wasn’t creative, it was something.

The sun bears down upon the city with an unrelenting ferocity, baking the pale shoulders of tourists and causing workers to sweat in their fitted black suits. The inside of the cafe is silent as every customer opts to sit at the tables outside, sunglasses over their eyes and a cigarette dangling loosely between their fingers. A beautiful, urban bliss.

Salomé has escaped to the countryside for the weekend, a work getaway or a team-building exercise or whatever the fuck those corporate ‘families’ do to stop everyone going insane. The apartment had felt too empty, too silent for your liking. Particularly with headphones on, unable to hear noise beyond the sound being projected into your ears. Thus, the cafe.

You had not seen Vincent since your last meeting. You had thought of him extensively. A beautiful, reserved man who had spoken little but when he did, he was kind. The perfect recipient of your romantic daydreams. You did not know what he did, but it was clearly sophisticated. Intelligent. From the elegant cut of his tailored clothing to his deeply perceptive eye, Vincent was an unspoken force.

You pull your headphones off with a sigh, placing them to the side of your laptop. You take a sip from your house Sauvignon and stretch. The mobile phone, abandoned on the table, begins to buzz. You peer at the name on the screen.

‘Sandra.’

Strange. You hadn’t spoken to her in years. Not since the last dinner party, that dinner which still caused your teeth to grind with anxiety. The provocations that bit in the air. Samuel’s hangdog expression. The little boy, sweet and unseeing. Sandra’s power at the centre of it all. It was bound to happen with that many writers in a room. Forces of nature.

You pick up the phone, tapping accept and placing it against your ear.

“Hello? Sandra?”

Her sniffles at the other end, beaten and unlike herself.

“Hello, sorry, yes it’s me.”

…

Vincent intends to be measured, quiet and trustworthy. He has always been a listener, he absorbs the performance of the other and evaluates them in a contained silence. It is what makes him a good lawyer. He tries.

He drags a bony hand through his hair as he surveys the notes he took when at Sandra’s. His office is haphazard, piles of paper and books piled on top of one another. The streets are alive outside, the shouts of drunkards and club-goers ringing from the pavements. The pungent smell of weed hanging in the air.

Vincent’s interest in this case is twofold: victory is good and Sandra must be absolved. He thinks of her in that house, each sound echoing into the vastness that surrounds the chalet.

His posture is bad, spine curled over as he writes out every potential attack and defence that the prosecution could give about this moment in time. About the weighted days that come after. The thunderous wake of Samuel’s fall.

He is too invested. He leans back in the brittle, wooden chair and drags weary eyes over the papers. Information from the post-mortem, the forensic team, initial witness statements. All of the burning emotion boiled down to statistics and impersonal eyes.

Vincent thinks of Sandra. Her bright blue eyes. Her discerning gaze. He thinks of downing a bottle of wine to dull himself to sleep. He thinks of Sauvignon Blanc. He thinks of you.

…

One can write from anywhere, and that is a beauty when it comes to life’s fickle turns. Particularly when you are driving to a remote chalet at the crack of dawn in a shitty pickup, heading towards a family that has been blown apart.

Sandra explained that she had few friends when she moved to the isolated home in France that she occupied with her husband. The husband that demanded they live there. In his territory.

On that stilted phone call, Sandra described little joys in chatting with visitors and interviewers who came (rarely) to the house to talk to her about her writing. Through shaky breaths, her thick German accent informed you that Samuel had passed very suddenly. That she was desperate for someone that was not within the law or legal sectors. That she was sorry for what had happened between you both before.

And now you were gripping the wheel with white knuckles as the tyres of the pickup grappled with the icy terrain. Cheeks rosy with the cold.

You were more interested than entirely sympathetic at this point. Interested as to why Sandra saw you as the first port of call in her time of need. Not entirely sympathetic because of who Samuel was. Devastated for Daniel, a little boy tested by life far too young.

The radio was playing a shitty top charts track with a piercing female vocalist and a worn out beat. The juxtaposition between the song and your thoughts made you laugh, the whole situation being so ludicrous. The black comedy of it all. The suspicions that were yet to develop.

The house drew up over the horizon, nestled in an awkward patch upon the hill. Everything appeared very still.

Oh so still.

…

Sandra answers the door with half of her typical stature, looking worn and pallid in her thick, knitted jumper. Relief lightens her heavy eyes. She does not speak.

“Hi,” you try, bouncing on your toes from the cold.

“You came,” she states, in a typically German matter-of-fact manner. She smiles gently, descending the small stairs and taking you into an embrace. One far stronger than her appearance betrayed.

“I did,” you respond, into her neck, “I’m so sorry, Sandra. This is awful for you and Daniel, how are you both keeping?”

Sandra holds the hug for a moment longer before withdrawing, still holding you by the shoulders.

“Come in, you must be cold. I have the fire on,” she says, ignoring the question. You let it slide and follow her lead into the space. The place smells homely, of wood and dog and flowers and smoke. The light shines white through the expansive windows.

“Where is Monica?” you try again, aiming for easier questions that do not concern feeling or Samuel. Sandra hums to herself in response.

“Upstairs,” she speaks, “with Daniel and Snoop. She has been helping us with keeping the house together. I have not had much time for it. The police and my lawyer have been occupying my time. All of their questions.” You nod deeply, trying to show your understanding for her situation which you have never experienced. Sandra laughs a little at your eagerness to empathise. To alleviate her misfortune.

“You do not have to do that, I don’t even want to talk about the case - or Samuel - or any of it really,” she explains, locking eyes with you, “I just wanted to talk to you, unhindered by… him, you understand?” You manage a breath before she continues, “No, not unhindered, that is a bad word choice, it is more -”

“Sandra,” you interrupt, “I understand what you mean, and I’m glad that you reached out to me. I was a little surprised, but I’m glad.” You smile and search into her eyes, attempting to communicate your earnestness. She smiles waveringly in response, rubbing her face with her hands. Wedding ring glinting on her finger.

A silence settles between the two of you, the only sounds being the scuffling of Snoop’s paws upstairs and Monica’s voice.

“Would you, uhm, like some wine, I have some wine in the kitchen?” Sandra’s voice searches through the quiet, “Just so we can talk, catch up, before I am interrupted by my lawyer again?” You nod, smiling gently and relaxing from the tension.

“You remember me well, Sandra,” you quip, coming closer to her in the kitchen space. You settle your hip against the island in the middle of the space. Sandra exhales amusedly, turning to pick two glasses hanging from a rack overhead.

“I am not one to forget,” she retorts, setting the glasses onto the surface and reaching for a bottle. A deep maroon with a wrinkled, vintage paper label.

…

The sun is low on the hills, the light blinding in combination with the pure snow on the ground. Vincent’s sunglasses are struggling, he continues to wince at the brightness.

He hoped that Sandra had had a bit of a break. From him, from legal tongue-twists, from accusation and suspicion. From her having to repeat her line ‘I did not kill him’ and for him to respond ‘That is not the point’.

The house appears untouched, apart from the new feature of a battered pick-up resting on the makeshift driveway. It is spattered with salt and dirt from the roads, baking in the cool sun. Vincent frowns slightly, Sandra would call him if anyone had visited to interfere or ask any more questions. She hadn’t informed him of anyone that was close to her, from what she had explained her life was isolated. Controlled in regards to friendships.

He pulls the car over and parks alongside the pick-up. He peers inside the vehicle as he walks past it. Haphazardly packed bag, shoes, scarf, coat, books. Vincent does not linger. Knocking on the front door, he waits by the step, shivering through the cold air.

He hears voices, muttering and responding to one another behind the doorway. It slides open, revealing Sandra, rosy cheeked and eyes brighter than when he had last seen her. When they were dull and wet with swollen eyelids.

“Vincent,” Sandra murmurs, broken out of her trance before turning back to the room, “It is ok, it is my lawyer.”

Vincent stuffs his hands further into his pockets, “Ah, you have company. I’m afraid - I am sorry I did not realise. I was hoping to consolidate more information with you, there may be more - ah- police coming to visit, inspect.”

Sandra nods solemnly, “No, I understand. Come in, come in,” she sweeps the door wide open, “It is a friend of mine, you are fine, come in.” Vincent glances at Sandra with hesitation before shuffling through the door. She turns away to head back to the sofas situated around the fire. Sandra picks up a glass of wine, filled halfway, from the table and settles back into the armchair.

Vincent’s eyes search for the guest, always ready to identify friend or foe. It is to his surprise that his eyes land upon you.

You, holding a glass of wine once again, returning a similar expression of shock.

“Uhm,” you start, ever so eloquently as Sandra looks between you two.

“You both know one another?” she asks, leading Vincent to cut in with his reply, “No, not particularly, we met at a cafe in the city before. It is one where I do a lot of my paperwork.”

Sandra makes a noise of recognition, features breaking into a polite smile as she glances over at you. She chuckles lightly into her glass, looking over the rim at you in a manner all too similar to Salomé. An acknowledgement of a bite in the air.

“Yes, uhm, it’s the Italian place I go to for writing, and uh, the wine,” you add, awkwardly lifting the wine glass to back your statement up. Vincent nods, almost as if he were corroborating your statement. Agreeing that ‘yes, you do that.’

“Well, Vincent is my lawyer for everything that is, uhm, to do with Samuel and the accident,” Sandra’s tone darkens slightly, words slow and precise, “and well, you are a friend from long ago.”

She turns to Vincent, “She interviewed me for a piece a long, long,” Sandra laughs, “time ago. We always kept in touch but hadn’t spoken much since we moved out here. I thought it would be a good time to reconnect.”

You found it slightly strange, the way she explained to Vincent who you were and why she had reached out to you but you smiled and nodded all the same. You sipped your wine as Vincent took the information in.

“Ah, well, that - that is good,” he encourages gently, “It is necessary in these circumstances.” He pauses awkwardly, unsure of where to look. You were beginning to enjoy his uncertainty, his demure nature, not weak but gentle and steady. Sensitive to each change in the conversation, to the energy of a room.

Despite the tone, Sandra laughs to herself. A black comedic laugh as her lawyer and old friend try to tiptoe around the topic of her dead husband who she may or may not have murdered.

“Vincent,” she finally says, “Will you join us for some wine? Afterwards we can talk legal things in private, for now I just want to,” Sandra makes a hand gesture, searching for her words, “I just want to chat, act like normal human beings, yes?”

Vincent shifts on his feet, looking between Sandra and you, where you are curled up in the corner of the sofa. Socks facing the fireplace, the flicker of flames dancing across your face. Your eye contact wavers like the fire.

“Yes,” he finally agrees, “Of course, the ‘legal things’ can wait,” he gently mocks her phrasing, leading both women to smile. Vincent steps further into the room, walking past Sandra as she goes to retrieve another glass. He sits down on the other side of the couch to you, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye and smiling. Your mouth quirks upwards in response.

The orange glow dances over everyone in the room.

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Part One!

#vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #Vincent Renzi x oc #anatomy of a fall #sandra hüller #swann arlaud #sandra voyter #fanfic

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silvercap · 3 months

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Do you have any leon headcannons?

and maybe some krauser ones too?

I've got a few!! In no particular order:

Leon...

- Leon doesn't use a whooole lot of different products for his hair, but he stays loyal to one very specific brand and it's kind of expensive

- Also think he was a 2-in-1 shampoo kind of boy until he started working at the white house 😞 his hair is just nice like that tho. Thick and shiny

- Bite mark scar on his forearm from trying to push away a BOW who decided it looked more like a snack than defense

- Moles all over his body... and I mean everywhere.

- Suffers from a three-hit K.O. of sleep deprivation from working ridiculous hours (some self-imposed), insomnia, and a natural tendency to be a night owl. He's always tired, and if he feels safe somewhere he's constantly taking naps

- He's always thinking about something and has a tendency to get lost in his memories. I like to think he drinks just to stop thinking in endless loops of guilt and regret for a while :(

- Touchstarved as HELL. was joking the other day that he's the 'even held hostage it's nice to be held' meme lmaoo. Give him a hug, somebody??

- Listens to the most dad-rock-light-emo-90s-early-00s-linkin park-nirvana-alanis-morissette-foo-fighters-evanescence-nickelback music possible. Also Chevelle and The Police because I say so

- Tendency to be late to things on purpose, especially with the government

- Lingering nerve pain for a long time after Spain, and though it's mostly subsided after so many years it still flares up if he's pushing himself too hard

- Achy. So achy.

- Incredibly self-sacrificing. He would die to protect almost anyone and he cares very deeply about people even though he puts up a tough front :') not so much a headcanon as true, but it's important

- I feel like sometimes people can't tell if he's joking or not? Obviously he's got his silly one-liners and sarcasm, but I feel like he also likes deadpan humour and it throws off people who don't know him, maybe intentionally if he doesn't really trust them.

As for Krauser...

- He's such an asshole. Never knows when to shut the hell up and stop making sarcastic, biting little comments. I think he's just in love with the sound of his own voice at this point

- Strikes me as a middle child 🤔 maybe grew up with an older brother and a younger sister? Kind of a jock in high school, but also always a little bit antisocial

- Stubborn.

- Very practical. I don't think he really has much use for abstract or hypothetical discussion, he's a man of action. I think he enjoys following orders and being part of a scheme, too, helping to be part of a well-oiled machine

- Relentless drill sergeant, and again, a dickhead, but he really does care about his men

- He has this... assumption that everyone else is just as insane as he is, and doesn't see why people get caught up on small things. If there's something he wants to do, he's going to do it. He knows his strength and always has this intense desire to make himself better and better by constantly tackling challenges.

- He doesn't fail... until he does, and everything falls apart. His panic in Darkside Chronicles after he gets injured screams insecurity to me. The second his strength isn't enough, he feels weak and powerless and incredibly let down by his own inability to push through

- Arm injury in Operation Javier was super debilitating, maybe even to the point where he was advised to amputate it. Again, though, he's a stubborn SOB

- Very touchy. The kind of guy to always pat your shoulder or your back or knee. Just casually moves people out of the way, or readjusts their fighting stance while training without hesitation. If you're cuddling with him it's impossible to get away from his big heavy arms.

I think that's everything?? I'm always coming up with more ahaha but these are definitely the fundamentals :) Thanks for the ask!!

#headcanons #my fics #resident evil #asks #metaltango

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britts-galaxy-brain · 10 months

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Alright I usually don't respond to Lily's media opinions but she has once again reduced a multi-layered storyline down to "fetish" and I will not stand for such slander. Xain too.

Lily, if all you got out of the entirety of Madoka Magica is "the author wanted to watch girls die", THAT IS A YOU PROBLEM!

Madoka Magica explores several dark subjects and imho does so pretty well for what it is. You've got the manipulative predatory Kyubey preying on desperate people by appearing as an unassuming helper (HMM SOUNDS FAMILIAR), you've got the theme of "be careful what you wish for", you've got the concept of reliving trauma over and over again until you reach a point of acceptance, and an exploration of how trauma can deeply corrupt a person if it isn't dealt with in a healthy manner (Walpurgisnacht).

Each of the main characters represents a different motive that drives them, and how those motives can be both a source of inspiration and growth or a source of self-destruction. (Spoilers ahead, highly recommend watching if you're into this sort of thing.)

Madoka's main deal is her lack of self-esteem that has so far prevented her from doing much with her life outside of basic survival. She sees herself as fundamentally weak, unassuming, and uninteresting. After seeing Mami fight a Witch, Madoka's motive is to become strong like Mami, but her lack of self-esteem holds her back.

Homura is lonely and horribly codependent on Madoka. The constant time resets Homura engages in to continue reliving her time with Madoka, and as a consequence the trauma that separated them, fundamentally harms Madoka over time in a way neither of them were aware of until it was too late. Much like how actual codependent relationships can spiral without the people involved noticing.

Mami was essentially forced into a magical contract to save her own life after a car accident that killed her parents. Her motive becomes protecting others, but she's emotionally disconnected from the world and herself, which ultimately leads to her death.

Sayaka tells herself that her motive is to protect others like Mami, but her actual motive was to heal the boy she's in a one-sided infatuation with. It's hinted that at least some part of her hoped they'd end up together, but it never happened. Sayaka's denial and refusal to deal with her emotional turmoil is what leads to her death.

Kyoko's motive was extremely misguided. She used her wish to help her excommunicated heretic father gain followers to help her family out of poverty. After her father goes insane after learning what she did, Kyoko decides to be selfish with her abilities, believing using them to try to help others will only harm them in the end. Kyoko struggles with the fact that she is not a fundamentally selfish person, but she believes she is protecting others by being so.

Kyubey is just a sociopathic genie using the girls' deepest desires and insecurities to manipulate them into signing their souls away.

Madoka Magica is one of the best animes I've ever watched. It's not overly sexualized, it doesn't rely solely on a gimmick (I realize magical girl is a gimmick but damn this one did it good), it explores multiple complex, interweaving emotional and interpersonal struggles, and the animation is fuckin spooky and fantastic.

Fuck Lily and Xain and their shallow-ass opinions.

#lily orchard #how dare u

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bleachbleachbleach · 3 months

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🗻🏃🏻‍♂️箱根の山は？天下の険！🗻🏃🏻‍♂️

We finished our annual Run with the Wind rewatch last night, which is a series I love so intensely that if I had to recommend one anime to someone it would be this one. It clocks in at a cool 23 episodes, which makes it approachable, and it's so character-driven it doesn't matter if the premise sounds inherently interesting or not.

Do you love running? asks fourth-year university student Kiyose Haiji in the opening scene. If you don't, YOU WILL, as all of his roommates are about to find out, whether they want to or not (they do not).

It's based on a light novel by Miura Shion, who also wrote The Great Passage, which is a book (and anime series!) about writing a dictionary, which if you're like me will sell you on her instantly and if you are not might sell you on the premise that it's not the premise you need to be drawn to. The premise of Run with the Wind is the Hakone Ekiden: An annual, university marathon relay held up and down the mountains of Hakone just after New Years. Specifically, a 10-person college dorm that gets tricked/dragged/lovingly blackmailed into becoming an elite, 10-person marathon relay team.

Except most of the house aren't runners, and none of them wanted to be (except Haiji. Haiji's the one in the green. Can you tell?). They're law students and game show-loving job hunters; sun-starved otaku; coders who smoke; they're at the club; they're after girls; they have a girlfriend, actually; they are unassuming exchange students who like bathing in the dark and tuning into their friends' shoujo-style love lives; they are stealing 100 yen buns because they lost all their rent money in a single night of gambling.

Run With the Wind comes with all the tropes (extreme underdog story! DESTINATION TRAINING CAMP! fireworks! bathhouses! shared meals! hurt/comfort! very questionable driving (is this a real trope? it is to me)! cute dog! extremely homosexual soliloquies! extremely polyamorous nakama! It's goofy and charming and incredibly grounded in all of the small details of its characters lives and passions and insecurities. It's philosophical without being pedantic, existential without being nihilistic, and it's pure in the sense of being genuine, pure in the sense of being about some weird dudes who are willing to be deeply weird and to witness each other's weirdness.

There's so much to love about this series: The little notes on the walls of their dorm; the personalizations of everyone's shoes and phones and clothes; the amount of mayo someone is willing to put on curry; the eyes of the taxi driver as people have an insane conversation in the backseat; the amount of shit that exists in piles in the halls of the dorm; the slopes of Hakone; the team cheer; the sound of a metal windmill, creaking in strong wind.

It makes us cry every single time. The world for the Aotake boys. <333 Plus, this year (2024) was the ONE HUNDREDTH RUNNING of the real Hakone Ekiden!

For additional recs, here's my favorite:

film "about" running - Atanarjuat (2001)

fanfic "about" running - Run, glasshoe (2009)

essay "about" running - Repetitive Stress, Devin Kelly (2021)

#we've also seen the live action film and two different stage productions #recommend the first stage production but 'meh' on the movie and the more recent play #no brain not bleach

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sweatertheman · 7 months

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Let's lay down some rules. For one, we'll be assuming both characters are in the best possible state to fight. Harry is hopped up on drugs and alcohol, and wearing the Fairweather T-500 armour looted from The Hanged Man, boosting all his stats and making him far more durable. He has also found his gun, and has a full barrel. Vriska is in her god-tier form, so she possesses flight, undeath so long as it is neither a just nor heroic death, probability manipulation, and mind-control.

Now on to pros and cons.

Harry is a normal-ish human. For the sake of making this more fair, I will divide Harry into three forms. Thinker, Sensitive, and Physical.

Thinker Harry is a Big Brain Boy. He's good with words, and reasoning. He understands physics, has a large repitoire of facts on-hand, can make good logical inferences, and is kind of a sociopath. He's weak as hell, and he's awful with people, but boy is he smart. His massive intellect will allow him to come up with great strategies on the fly, but unfortunately, his poor physique and emotional intelligence leaves him unable to deal a good amount of damage, and open to hypnosis.

Sensitive Harry is half-mad, and can't hold a steadt hand, but physically, he's alright, and emotionally, he's a genius. He has prophetic visions allowing him to see the future, and speak to the dead, and at his best possesses near total faculty over his actions, insane as they may seem. His lack of motorics skill means he may be unable to land a shot on her, or react to her moves on time, and his lack of intellect may leave him a horrible strategist, but what he lacks in prowess he makes up for with supernatural knowledge.

Physical Harry is a monster, a total beast. He's strong as hell, and deeply connected with his instincts. He knows how to make threats, hurt people, take the pain, and just knows sometimes. He also possesses great motorics, being able to hold a steady hand, move quickly, and be really cool. Unfortunately, he has awful intellect and psyche. He's dumb as a rock, and would be very easy to manipulate, if you managed to catch him.

As for Vriska, she's fairly simple to explain here. She's not a good strategist. She acts incredibly impulsively, and usually acts out of rage and insecurity. Plus, she's overconfident as hell. What makes her a deadly opponent is that she cheats! She can mind control you into doing what she wants, or manipulate the odds to force you to fail. Plus, she can fly. If she wanted, she could like, make it 100% likely that a meteor hits you and you die.

All this being said, who would win?

#disco elysium #homestuck #harry du bois #vriska serket

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propertyofkylar · 4 months

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Oli... Oli... Oli... Time!

+ His reaction to his Darling proposing to him

+ What if his Darling was aware of all the creepy/nasty stuff he does but they don't care? Like let's say Darling notices the red light on their computer camera, and they go like "Oli, I told you not to do that stuff. No pussy/dick for you tonight." All nonchalant. Not impressed in the slightest.

+ Oli's reaction to a Darling that loves to tease him? Doesn't need to be sexual. Maybe cute stuff like running up to him and petting his head and then running away

+ Oli's reaction to receiving a handmade gift, like a handknit scarf and a hat. Would he wear it or keep it hidden like the most precious treasure?

+ How would Oli cheer up his significant other? What if they weren't together, but he was still their stalker?

+ Would he prefer to be the small spoon or the big spoon?

+ Does he have any insecurities?

+ Would you consider him as someone who is deeply sensitive? We know that he's easy to cry and stuff when it comes to his Darling. But what about everyday life?

+ What are his preferences in games/movies?

+ Is he scared of blood? Or uncomfortable?

+ What kind of music would he listen to? Lo-fi, Piano? Or emo/scene music?

And that's all I can think of... For now. Merry Christmas 🎄🎁💜

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lots of oli qs ! gonna put them under the cut!!

his darling proposing to him?? he cries. probably faints. it is everything he has ever wanted in his life

if his darling was aware of his creepiness and didn’t care oli would be conflicted. because it’s like, yay, you accept him and care about him no matter what!! but on the other hand, he gets off on being nasty. so it might not be as fun for him. but it wouldn��t deter him in the slightest lol *he goes to jerk off alone sadly*

oh man. a darling that teases oli would be so perfect. it would fit him so well. he’s insanely easy to tease. it would make him nervous (in a cute way) and he would blush so much. it makes him so happy!!

he would LOVE handmade gifts. of course any gift from you is perfect. but you took the time to make him something?? that’s so special!! he would wear it proudly! or do insanely nasty things to it. or both. he’s like that.

to cheer up his partner if they were sad, oli would do something very specific. if you like to be comforted, he would put on your favorite movie, get your favorite snacks and snuggle up with you. if you like to be alone when you’re sad he would make sure your bed was nice and cozy and leave you to be (but he would still watch from afar, he’s still a yandere) if you weren’t together though he would send care packages and notes “from a secret admirer” and still would keep his eyes on you from afar

bro please let oli be the little spoon…boy jsut wants to be held and loved…

he has a lot of insecurities! i’ve mentioned before that oli is fairly self-aware about how weird and creepy he is, and it has naturally resulted in him frequently being shunned/an outcast. that’s why he takes such a special interest in his darling: they’re one of the few people who have been kind to him, so he falls in love instantly. he has a really bad inferiority complex

he is a very sensitive person. he often gets upset at work and such when getting scolded by his boss or something similar. this makes him usually keep to himself - he is easy to upset

oli is a romantic. he looooves romance movies. in terms of games he likes rpgs. he also has made the two of you in the sims. you have five children.

blood does kinda squick him out, but he can handle it if need be. if he ever finds himself needing to “take care” of someone who wronged you…he’s a big boy and can figure it out. he would prefer to hire people to do that but that’s not always possible, guy doesn’t wanna get too suspicious

i never thought of what music oli would like! i think he mainly listens to instrumentals…they relax him!

thanks for your qs as always!! im so glad you like oli so much!!!

#oli stuff #nica's ocs

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