#its just crazy to me that i have MORE EVIDENCE pointing to the fact that the universe wants me dead by 27
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Kinknuary Day 7: Titfucking
Pairing: Kep1er Chaehyun x Male Reader
Word Count: 3,506
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“Why would you take me here?”
“Because I want to say something to you, Chaehyun.”
Chaehyun dismisses the fact that you’re even thoughtful about her, since you subtly cared about her since the start you’ve known her. You weren’t exactly that “kind” of guy she fantasized you about but she’s taking this as a token of gratitude because of what she's done to you earlier.
“You really don’t need to say something or—e-even do this, honestly—”
“No, Chaehyun—” You disregard her current dismissal of your attempts, trying to let her know how much it means to you. “—I owe you a lot, that’s why I appreciate you everytime.”
Chaehyun, who’s stern and stone-faced earlier was now brushed with a flustered look, feeling the utmost sincerity on your words as she never felt such butterflies ever before.
“You r-really meant this?”
“I do—I always do, Chaehyun.”
She knows your games and tactics just to lure her into fulfilling your game but honestly, she felt the sincerity in your voice as it is true, you’re just genuinely thankful.
“I really won’t pass the interview without your help, so I really thank you for that, Chaehyun—this means a lot to me.”
And you have a fair point. There are no current events where each party will take advantage of something—no, there isn’t any but Chaehyun is still confused and curious on why would you even take her in your own apartment, let alone putting such a dramatic show on the balcony.
“There’s one thing I want to do too, Chaehyun, like for a long time now.”
“What is that?”
You let out a deep sigh, making Chaehyun furrowed her eyebrows in concern as immediately, you capture her cherry lips, initiating for a torrid kiss as it catches her off-guard but didn’t retaliate or anything—she immediately reciprocated on the kiss as the only thing could be heard are the sounds of both your lips clashing and fighting for dominance, as well as the moans that voices each other’s feeling of delight. Your hands find its way onto the back of her waist, caressing it as you deepen the kiss and permeating the utmost affection up in the air. No one’s stopping you to half such a fervor act, let alone Chaehyun herself as the both of you give in on feeling each other’s possibly the emotion of love. It didn’t really take that long before you pulled out of her luscious lips as you wanted more but oxygen is to blame here.
“You’re really that oblivious, Chaehyun?”
“Maybe—we should’ve done this sooner, I’ve got more ways to make you crazy, too.”
“Like what?”
“I’ll show you…”
Chaehyun lets her jacket gracefully fall down onto her shoulders and to the floor, deeming it a useless piece of clothing. Now, with her shoulders exposed, you can’t help but be in awe of how majestically beautiful she looks, almost flawless in your words. The way that Chaehyun stripped the clothing marks that she knows what she’s trying to do to you—seducing you.
“The feelings are mutual between us, and I can’t believe how stupid I am for not knowing it sooner…”
“It’s never too late, Chaehyunnie~” You inch closer towards her and kiss her lips again, capturing the sweet taste of the flesh that makes her insatiable and wanting more. Now, with all things being spice-up, she now leads the dominance as her tongue dances around with you, fighting towards a victorious attempt of dominating you as she expresses her love for you in such an enamored way. Constant battling ensued for the past minute and a half and not so long after, she pulled out of your lips’ warm embrace as another set of exchanged breaths became evident between the both of you because of the lack of air.
“You’re really a good kisser, Chaehyun.”
“Not gonna lie, you too.” Chaehyun smiles after your compliment as she playfully hits you because of the little embarrassment she’s feeling. She also felt proud for you, even though it’s not evident through her tone nor her emotions but deep inside, you can feel it, maybe her sincerity is enough as a conclusion. Now, taking a look at her flawless, impeccable features, you take time to realize the angelic beauty Chaehyun has bestowed on you as your pupils dilate in awe and mesmerization with her outfit serving as the cherry on top.
“I’ve never mentioned this before but—god, you look spectacular in this outfit, Chaehyun.”
Indeed a showstopper, a model in its own classy league—she’s the woman everyone’s probably wanting to be with but luckily, your hers for now and she’s yours and no one’s stealing her away from you, maybe, for now.
“This is just a small thing but thanks, anyways—you look great too and—shit, I can’t contain it anymore.” Your face feigns concern, curious on what could be bothering Chaehyun and is it bad or the opposite—hope it’s just something not too serious because you know how Chaehyun can be frivolous sometimes.
“Tell me what’s up, Chaehyun.”
Chaehyun’s demeanor switched like the speed of light—the earlier stern and confident Chaehyun was now emanated full of being uneasy and hesitant, feeling scared of what she’s about to propose to you.
“You remember the time when I opened up with you about my—hah… sexual desires?”
Ah, you do, as a matter of fact, she even became more open to you, brave to let her true emotions shine as you did the same, ending up on a steamy session that you wouldn’t dare to forget—it became a remarkable experience that tattooed your mind. So, with no less thing to say, you’re ready to discern her possible needs as you fix your posture and avert your attention towards her.
“Yeah, why? Do you want to try something new?”
Another deep sigh escapes her lips, feeling a little uneasy with what she's about to say to you but you reassure her with your fingers caressing her cheek and her smile after it makes everything even better.
“I really wanted to try something new or like—unorthodox or not really new in our eyes, maybe—”
You deeply think of something upon the list of kinks you wanted to try with her as you gave her barrages of supposedly-intellectual guesses.
“Maybe want to try some anal? I mean, I have a lube down my drawer—some thighfucking? Or maybe some toys?”
“God, you’re so dirty—no!”
“Says the one who initiated the sexual talk—you’re cute, Chaehyun.”
Chaehyun playfully glared at you then hit you with her hand, feeling a little embarrassed as she feels guilty that she indeed started it all out, not to mention her recurring lip bites whenever she talks about those things—and god, it’s such a hot sight.
“No, I wanted to try some… like, you, fucking my tits or something—ahh!”
Chaehyun looks away from you, feeling a weird predicament from her earlier remarks yet you grab her wrists and make her face towards you and reassured her with your sweet words: “Don’t be shy, Chae, it’s totally normal and also, I love that idea—thank god we’ll use your big mounds on something else than just fondling.”
“Shut up, you pervert, hmp!”
Chaehyun knows it’s just a friendly banter—the same with her, that’s you didn’t take anything really seriously—yet the annoyance is inevitable, her hands throwing a playful slap onto your shoulders as with your green light, she didn’t hesitate to start the anticipated showstopper—her stripping off the clothing that made her stand out among the rest is now being deemed useless. With her black top off to expose more of her porcelain skin, your eyes lit up in awe as she’s looking hotter than expected, her shoulder, collarbone and of course, her black bra probably clinging onto dear life because of how much they’re containing her huge, soft mounds. She’s the epitome of perfection, for you but honestly, she’s close to that and the fact that she’s stripping and putting on a show in front of you is more than arousing, the growing tent between your legs inevitable as she notices it immediately thanks to the white pants you’re wearing.
“Already getting hard for me, hm?”
“Yeah, you can’t blame me—you’re so fucking hot, Chaehyun.”
Wanting to feel her affection once again, you grabbed her wrists and inched herself towards you as you initiated another kiss, capturing the taste of lips one more time and surprisingly, she stopped stripping herself and further diverts her attention towards sharing another intimate kiss but this time, you pepper her neck and collarbones with the most affectionate, lust-filled kisses as every peck earns an angelic moan escaping Chaehyun’s heavenly mouth. Not really wanting the adrenaline to die quickly, Chaehyun resumed stripping her clothing as when she’s about to undress her bottom-half, you stop her and not surprisingly, it earns a confused face from Chaehyun.
“Don’t, you look way too good to undress that—to be honest, I'd rather like your clothes to stay on because you really look good with that outfit and I’ll do what you want on your upper-half so why bother…”
“I mean, doesn’t this make you more aroused, no?”
You gave her pleading look, persuading her onto your wants as you wanted her clothes to stay on because, not going to lie, it’s more arousing with that leather-like pants as it captures the perfection of her curves well that by just looking at it, it’s already a hot scenery, what more with her full mounds escaped from their clothed prison with her pink, taut buds all for only you to see. Not really minding what could be the concluded act, you continue peppering her neck with kisses as well as the admiration of her body.
“So, would you just stare at these tits or will you do something with them?”
No one can blame you, maybe even her—her mounds are perfectly sculpted as it’s just the right bust for you to feast on and most of all, it sends its victims into a hypnotic trance that only eyes can achieve their desired grand prize: her. Snapping yourself back into reality, you answer back as your hands averted towards those pillowy mounds that earn another saccharine moan from her.
“You can’t blame me, Chae, because these tits—god, I could literally drool on them for hours and maybe even feast on them.”
“T-then suck on them and make me feel good, they’re happy to see you.”
“About time.”
Every second is worth treasuring, so with that conclusion, you didn’t waste any time pinning her against the wall and latching your lips onto the stiff bud that has been welcoming you since she stripped her bra out. You took some time to really appreciate the beauty of every feature she has as she sensed it, making her blush from the psychological praise that your eyes are feasting upon. Every swirl of your tongue, every caress you do onto her mounds—everything just feels overwhelming and stimulating on her end that her moans are just constantly all over your hearing radar and you love it. Who wouldn’t want to hear such dulcet-filled moans? Probably, no one will turn down on that as it’s as angelic as her voice whenever she serenades you and that’s why you’ll always adore the little sounds she makes.
“Fuck, b-baby—that feels so good, please don’t stop!”
You’re too busy suckling onto her mounds and nipples that you didn’t bother to respond but you know and she also knows how much you love them that you won’t stop because of her insatiability. With the continuous stimulating actions you’re doing to her, her moans become louder and more erotic, wanting and luring you into a different path yet you'd rather stay in this one, not until you’re satisfied. Offer a squeeze on her pillowy mounds makes her yelp with pleasure, the sensitivity also making everything in the pain of delight.
“So, you wanted this all along, Chaehyun?”
Chaehyun, still voicing out her satisfaction with ragged breaths, responds to you, “Y-yes, who wouldn’t w-want this, though? I often think about t-this and thank god it’s happening already because fuck—this feel so good!”
She’s not even trying to hide anything but lets the orchestra of lustful profanities soar up in the air, blessing your ears truly within the utmost quality. Knowing how things will work at the end, you then lather her cleavage with your saliva, lubricating the pillowy valley full of it as you’re getting ready on what’s about to be a stupendous work of lust. With the early preparation and your other hand undressing your bottom-half, Chaehyun took this as an initiative of the near climax as curiosity won over her.
“Going to fuck my tits now, hm?”
“What else could we do? Of course, I’ll savor this moment, Chaehyun.”
Now, hurriedly undressing yourself just to start off the climactic event, you set your foot off the tiger’s neck, in the point of no-return—Chaehyun’s visible enlightenment of her eyes shows how much she waited for this moment. Now hopping onto the bed for better leverage, Chaehyun laid herself as her back relaxed on the mattress, aiding for you to have a better view and position onto such sexual paramount. As her big mounds jiggled whenever she hurriedly thudded herself onto the bed, it’s so hypnotic and arousing that your cock inevitably twitched and that puts a smile on Chaehyun’s face, considering how much her tits turn you on. Now prancing on her like riding a horse, you sit (not really resting on her as you down want her toned stomach to take all of your weight, because that would kill the essence of pleasure and she’ll not be comfortable, which is the last thing you would want to see) on her stomach as your naked bottom-half is now within her sight, about to take such profanity that will outstand the rest of what you’ve experimented with her. With your raging length just subtly between her mounds, you started to tease her with such a stagnant pace, earning needy moans from Chaehyun.
“You—ahh, your cock, it looks really good teasing between my tits…”
You scoff hubristically, which earns another cry of annoyance from Chaehyun as she playfully slapped your butt and in a playful response, you voice out a sarcastic pain from her not-so-aggressive remarks.
“Ow, but don’t tell me you disagree with me, Chaehyun.”
“I didn’t say I did—I love it between my tits—you love it, don’t you?”
“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”
She can’t help but moan with your sluggish treatment between her pillowy mounds as you maintain that pace in a while, wanting to savor every second that she’s blessing you with. It’s such an incredible experience and you never thought this will feel great, way better than what you expected on the start but nonetheless, you know it’ll feel euphoric, you just underestimate what you and Chaehyun can do—of course, her tits mostly being the icing of the top of the cake here.
Upping up the ante of your thrusts, she inadvertently (not really) sticks her tongue out whenever your swollen cockhead emerges from the restraint of her mounds and god, it’s sending jolts of electricity throughout your body and as the cherry on top, the peak quality of pleasure can be felt coursing down your veins. You almost ejected yourself out of her pillowy restraints once you’ve felt that wet flesh in contact with your tip and she can’t blame you, her tongue does wonders in you with even her blowjobs, you’ll get on your knees, weak as it’s too euphoric to be true.
But honestly, the best part of this, is the face she makes every time you thrust in and out of her. Her seductive, ahegao face that further lures you over your limits which always ends up in such a messy, erotic conclusive act and you’re not complaining—both parties being sullied is the best way to end such a hot, steamy session. Even though her valley isn’t as tight as her hugging pussy, even with her hands squeezing the life out of her mounds, it is still a pleasurable experience as you didn’t disparage her efforts, further oscillating your hips to maximize such power on each thrust. Each time she captures your head, she instantly swirls onto your slit, collecting your leaking precum that’s soon helping you a little in terms of lubrication and her tongue work never ceases to amaze you. At random intervals, she often spits on your raging length and to her cleavage, providing some lubricant to aid your comfort as you don’t really want your cock burning even though her porcelain skin alone is smoother than butter, it is better to be safer than sorry.
“God, ahh—baby, your cock—feels good! Glad we tried this n-now ‘cause fuck—we might try this again!”
Grabbing the bed sheets and her shoulders to exert better force, your hips now ensue with harsher thrusts as her moans become more frequent, providing better stimulus in order for you to be fueled onto such reckless exertion. It will be soon inevitable, you’ll gradually increase the pace but it’s better treating yourself sooner before it’s too late. Now, with Chaehyun’s arms hugging her mounds tightly with her arms, she gives you better leverage onto fucking her tits, allowing your hands to freely gave her those large busts with the harshest slaps possible, which, earn the most angelic moans and whines coming out of her mouth as well as pinching and stimulating her taut buds, furthee putting gasoline onto the flames of Chaehyun’s stimulation.
Taking a look of the mess you’ve made between the grand canyon of her stupendous mounds, you’re cock inevitably twitched because of such a sullied sight—both of your salivas all over her cleavage and her neck, and the sweat forming on her porcelain skin signals the exhilarating act of lust you’ve been into. With repeated groans of pleasure and Chaehyun’s cries of sensitivity, it will all soon come to an awaited end, reaching the paramount delight that has been chasing you right from the start.
You wouldn’t expect such events to happen oh-so-quickly but you’re not complaining, because everything should be treasured and cherished as long gone the days of purity—the long-lost purity is now petrified with lust,, and you succumbed onto that as there’s no point of return, further diving onto that sinful abyss.
With how everything has been unfolded, the inevitable will soon come, and you will soon spray her skin with a lagoon full of your cum and god, you’ve been dying to paint her tits since you’ve never done it with her and only imagined it and soon, it won’t be long to break that cage of just pure imagination.
“Fuck—Chaehyun, I wouldn’t last t-that long—shit!”
“It’s alright, baby—blow it all on my tits because I know you wanted this for so long, so I won’t stop from t-that—come on, baby, cum for me!”
For one, final time, you let your hips manifest such a ruthless pace that her tits inevitably jiggle around your shaft. You didn’t hold back anything and you wouldn’t bother to, not when Chaehyun pleads you to paint her chest white fill of your semen and the intense libido you’re experiencing, urging you to release everything to settle yourself into euphoria. If you count to ten, you might not even meet halfway on the countdown as immediately, you let out a delighted moan as thick spurts of hot semen erupts from your slit, like a dormant volcano that has been sleeping for millions of years. You made her neck and her chest a canvas with your sinful art, painting every inch of her as she moans in satisfaction, the wrath of every shot meeting her porcelain skin, some reaching on her cheeks and her nose. Now submitting onto an enervated trance, you rest yourself, falling limp onto the bed in order to recover from your intense euphoria as all you can see is the sullied beauty of Chaehyun’s chest full of your seed, splattered and being tasted by her.
“Never fails to make me amazed with the taste of you cum, baby—fuck, you came so so much! We s-should do this again…” Chaehyun gleefully said, with her fingers finding its way to trace samples of your load and then tasting it, humming right after as she voices her satisfaction in such a wonderful way—enough to maybe stroke your ego too.
“Yeah, depriving me of not fucking you for month says a lot—by the way, we’re not done yet, Chaehyun.”
“Neither am I, maybe I’m gonna go home soon, hm?”
You laughed from the words she muttered, knowing that in this ridiculous drive of lust, it’s impossible to separate ways without ending on a paramountly great note.
“But we gotta experiment more things, though—I don’t wanna leave you hanging here with your needs unattended.”
Chaehyun smirks, then laughs mischievously, knowing that the both of you are just getting started, “Deal, now try it up my ass, daddy.”
#kinknuary 2024#kep1er smut#chaehyun smut#kim chaehyun smut#kep1er x male reader#chaehyun x male reader#kim chaehyun x male reader
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Something I love about the Mario movie is how is basically squashed any kind of ideas of Luigi being jealous of Mario from the get go that fans have come up/theorized throughout the years.
The whole “Luigi is jealous and tired of living in Mario’s shadow” has no leg to stand on when it comes to this movie.
In fact, Luigi is actively the one singing praises towards Mario, he knows that his brother dreams big and has a big heart, he knows his brother is amazing and he loves him for that.
Does he have low self esteem? Absolutely. But there is absolutely not a single bit of jealousy/envy towards Mario, Luigi loves and adores him far too much to ever be jealous and angry at Mario, someone who means the absolute world to him.
Oh don't you get me started.
Too late, I’ve gotten started.
YOU ARE SO RIGHT. The movie did to theories that Luigi's “bitter and jealous” what it did to theories that Mario’s an antisocial asshat.
There are two things I can point to that are to blame for the theories that Luigi is bitter and jealous:
The description of his Negative Zone final smash from Super Smash Bros. Brawl:
"Luigi's final smash. As exotic music plays, he performs a dance befitting a sorcerous incantation. A barrier envelopes him, negatively impacting all in his area. Random effects include getting launched, sleeping, moving in slow motion, tripping, fainting, and losing attack power. This technique is a reflection of the dark side he embraced in his brother's shadow."
2. His characterization in Paper Mario
But there’s like… almost 40 years of games to glean from. You can literally pick and choose whatever you want to form any sort of theory (like a certain internet man did when arguing that Mario is an animal abusing sociopath). But 99% of the games show about as much evidence that Luigi is bitter as they do that Mario is a bad person– none at all. Quite the opposite, in fact.
As for Paper Mario, it's the only time Luigi is directly characterized as envious... NOT jealous. He still loves his brother and sees him as worthy of the praise he gets, but he feels bad being stuck at home, and desperately wants to be brought along for the adventure– to have his opportunity in the limelight. But Paper Mario is kind of its own thing, established to be a separate universe from the mainline Mario games.
In the Super Mario Brothers RPGs– which delve deeper into the bros character while remaining more aligned with the classic "canon"– the dynamic is quite the opposite! Mario dives headfirst into danger while Luigi desperately avoids it unless there is no other choice. In Super Mario Brothers Superstar Saga he tries his darndest to not be taken along for the adventure, confident that his brother can handle the task.
But one consistent across the Mario games is Luigi being the underdog of all underdogs; unlucky and clumsy, the butt of the joke, and constantly undermined. Naturally this causes people to get defensive of him– get angry for him, and project their feelings onto the character himself.
But tHEN WE HAVE THE MOVIE!!!!
Nintendo is given a chance to craft Mario and Luigi into fully fleshed-out characters with motivations and backstories, not just plucky videogame personalities for people to project themselves into, and boy oh BOY did they knock it out of the park.
While Mario is still a headstrong hero with a never-say-die attitude and a heart of gold, everything he does is for his brother. Mario has insecurities about feeling small and wants to prove himself to his father, but in the end his love for Luigi is his main motivator. Mario can handle being threatened, made fun of, and told he’s crazy, but if you want to truly hurt him, tell him his actions are hurting his brother.
Try hurting Luigi directly, and Mario will tear you a new one.
In return, everything Luigi does is for Mario! Lu’s not the willful ball of determination and gusto that his brother is– he has always been nervous, softhearted, and sensitive, which is why he lets his brother lead the way. Luigi’s not living in Mario’s shadow, he’s thriving off of his confidence! He recognizes Mario as his best friend and greatest source of strength, and will follow him absolutely anywhere.
There is no sense of Mario being treated like the beloved star of the show while Luigi gets the short end of the stick. They are both downtrodden, both learning, and both dependent on each other. It's not just Super Mario, it's the Super Mario Brothers, who equally inspire each other to be the best version of themselves.
#not art#Mario Movie#Super Paper Mario#Mario#Luigi#Fun fact this was originally twice as long and went into fifteen other directions#this is me holding myself back#Long Post#Mario Commentary#super mario bros#super mario brothers
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This has been a really hard one to talk about. I'm always very ambivalent about mourning celebrities. I try to remember that I don't know these people, that what is really mourned by most of us is the person's ongoing work, which in the best cases has helped us understand ourselves and the world in which we live. Unavoidably, though, you can start to develop the sense that you know these people personally, which isn't true or even appropriate necessarily, I mean you have no idea whether you would even like someone you've only seen on a screen or received an autograph from; but at the same time, I don't know if you can really force yourself not to feel like the deceased celebrity is a dear friend you will never get to talk to again (the last time I tried and failed was the passing of Lux Interior). Maybe this is more forgivable, and also more inevitable, if you feel like you grew up with the person.
Of course this is all about ME now, but my mother (who also died from cancer) was an extremely hip, brilliant, funny individual who for whatever reason refused to form a relationship with me. This was pretty strange, because we liked a lot of the same things--B movies, old comics, all types of camp and kitsch--but when I liked those things, it was in poor taste and punishable by exile, whereas when she liked those things, it was evidence of her cultural genius. Before I make anybody too mad I should say that I'm being a little bit unfairly reductive just so I can get to the point, which is that one of the few things we could share was Pee-Wee's Playhouse. I didn't know anything about the show's more adult origins or the fact that Paul Reubens was sort of a performance artist, but I didn't have to. Pee-Wee's Playhouse was a feast for any child's senses: stylish, hilarious, and on some subliminal level, really sophisticated. I was clued into some of what was going on just because I watched it with my mom, who always laughed at Pee-Wee's winks and nudges to the hep parents in the audience. The show might have been my first encounter with the kind of anthropological humor favored by people like David Byrne and Laurie Anderson, artists who engage subversively with cliches, stereotypes, and other memetic parts of popular culture. In Pee-Wee's Playhouse, with its sharp, edgy cast and crew, kids like me were getting into fine art without even knowing it--which is possibly the best way to learn about art anyway.
In fact, on the other side of our house, I became obsessed with Gary Panter's incredible punk opus Jimbo In Paradise, a Dantesque comic book about an innocent young guy living in a dystopian future, where he is occasionally joined by guest stars such as Nancy and Hedorah. I was about 7 when I started reading Jimbo over and over again even though I could barely understand it, and I had no idea that Gary had pretty much designed Pee-Wee's Playhouse. I'm speaking about him so familiarly because I got to know him a little bit as a grownup. I remember Gary talking about how private Paul Reubens could be. He used to do this thing where he would accept a dinner invitation from anybody who asked, as sort of a stunt, but he had to stop doing it because people became so intrusive and entitled with him. Gary said that they'd be walking around in New York and when they saw an obvious Pee-Wee fan gearing up for an offensive, Paul Reubens would sort of transform into this totally different person, putting out an aura that let you know not to fuck with him. It's crazy-making to think that someone who was so protective of the boundary between his private and public selves had to suffer that ridiculous arrest, but it's heartening that most of society eventually grew the fuck up and forgot about it. It's also helpful to remember when he turned up later on the MTV Music Video Awards and started off by asking the audience, "HEARD ANY GOOD JOKES LATELY??"
I'm glad we got one more Pee-Wee special in the past several years, but I always wished that we would see Paul Reubens in more movies. He was such a cool actor, funny, convincing, and naturally charismatic. While people are cycling through their favorite roles of his, I want to point out that he had a great role on a recent HBO miniseries called Mosaic, an intense, engrossing crime drama that I definitely recommend if you have access. Maybe I'll rewatch it, too. In closing, here's a great story that I grabbed from Facebook that should warm everybody's heart, along with the heartbreaking statement (inappropriately cropped by Instagram of course) released upon the death of the very private Pee-Wee Herman. It makes you wish you could thank him in person, for everything. The best we can do is just remember him.
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Anti’s coming into the Gwyneth Berdara tag and accusing Gwynriel’s of the mischaracterization of Gwyn or only liking Gwyn because of Gwynriel is fucking LAUGHABLE.
All I've seen are posts singing praises about Gwyn (just Gwyn!) and I have NOT ONCE seen a Gwynriel shipper characterize Gwyn wrongly.
What are we mischaracterizing her for?
Being brave as fuck for choosing to train to be a Valkyrie? Nesta’s admiration and fondness of her? For saying she’s resilient for being able to enjoy herself and laugh with her friends after experiencing some fucked up shit? THAT SHE'S LIKABLE?? Being strategic and patient FOR DAYS and spying on the Illaryian males before sending the beasts after them ruthlessly? Being smart and witty? Her interests in sex and smut and stating she doesn’t want to be coddled? Her willingness to sacrifice herself on the bridge? Her determination to finish the blood rite even though she was injured as fuck? Her unwavering loyalty toward Nesta and Emerie? That Nesta thinks her beauty is comparable to Mor and Merrill?
The fact that she’s not judgemental and she immediately accepted Nesta when they were sharing their stories? Her own struggle with guilt and self hate? Her immediately witnessing what Azriel is capable of when they first met? Azriel’s shadows reacting POSITIVELY towards her and yeah, the thought of her joy glowing in his chest? That she teases him and challenges him? That she hasn't seen him torture someone yet but she's seen worse shit soooo why would she be fazed??
She's canonly more suitable for Azriel than anybody else in the series and THAT'S why people dislike her as a character even though on her own she's a great character.
Those are only SOME of her positives we got in ONE book. Notice, some of those positives include Azriel, but most don’t 🤷🏻♀️.
Allllllll of those points have textual evidence to support them. And these are allllllll the points Gwynriel shippers love to make about her.
The only charactization of her anti’s will accept is if she goes back to the library, stays there and is never seen or heard of in canon again. Or if she’s evil which she’s likely not going to be. Stop being so petty. If anything SJM has her set up for a HEALING journey.
However some people obviously like to see a female character STAY broken and let her trauma define her.
Getting mad when she's so obviously such a fun character? She has fun and laughs and teases her friends and Cassian and Azriel and enjoys herself but there's something wrong with that and you think its annoying????
Fanon Gwyn and Canon Gwyn are basically the same. If you don’t like fanon Gwyn, you probably don’t like canon Gwyn and that’s fine, whatever, I think you have totally shit taste but whatever just STAY OUT OF THE GWYNETH BERDARA TAG.
I see the shit ya'll tag and then delete.
I’m a Gwyn stan first and foremost but I have not seen one single other Gwynriel shipper mischaracterize her.
Fanon is fun until it melts your brain and you start believing ONLY fanon and wrongly remembering canon and then attacking others for using canon to support their points.
It’s crazy to me that anti’s can dislike a fictional character so much that the idea of potentially seeing more of said character in the canon universe and getting more fandom love honestly upsets them.
Like holy shit, I don’t like E/riel, but I have enough tact not to take that out on either Elain OR Azriel. And I don’t go looking to start shit with shippers because I'm not pathetic. Too bad some people can’t extend that same class to Gwyn.
Also, I feel like some people forget about this fucking scene.
Gwyn studied Ramiel's craggy, unforgiving slope. Not much snow graced its sides. Like the wind had whipped it all away. Or the storms had avoided its peak entirely. “Is it living, though? To take the safe road?”
“You’re the one who's been living in a library for two years,” Emerie said.
Gwyn didn't flinch. “I have. And I am tired of it.” She surveyed the blood-soaked leather along her thigh. “I don't want to take the safe road.” She pointed to the mountain, to the slender path upward. “I want to take that road.” Her voice thickened. “I want to take the road that no one dares travel, and I want to travel it with you two. No matter what may befall us. Not as Illyrians, not for their titles, but as something new. To prove to them, to everyone, that something new and different might triumph over their rules and restrictions.”
A cold wind blew off Ramiel's sides.
Whispering, murmuring.
“They call this climb the Breaking for a reason,”Emerie countered gravely.
Nesta added, “Wehaven't eaten in days. We're down to the last of our water. To climb that mountain-“
“I have been broken once before,” Gwyn said, her voice clear. “I survived it. And I will not be broken again- not even by this mountain.”
Look at me and tell me this is a character we’ll never hear from again. Go right a fucking head.
You can't come into the Gwyneth Berdara tag claiming we mischaracterize her. We take her as is. No need to pick her apart or give her little unnecessary traits to fit her better with any one.
It's not possible to make her out to be something she's not when every little thing we love about her is canon.
You can be salty over us comparing Bryce/Hunt and Azriel/Gwyn but oh wait! SJM uses similar language to describe them ON PURPOSE in canon as fucking well!!!
On purpose.
In fucking canon.
But we’re reaching.
Do not come into the Gwyneth Berdara tag and say Gwynriel’s make it hard to like her but oh, you do like her you do! And then go on to say she’s nothing more special than a Valkyrie or Nesta’s friend. Yeah, I fucking saw that shit.
People are weirdly jealous over a ship/inspiring character a lot of people relate to.
Gwyn is not stealing Azriel from any one because there’s NO ONE to steal him from.
These character's are fake but the hate and vitriol ya'll are spewing at people who like her are very real.
Just stay out of the Gwyneth Berdara tag if you don't like her.
#gwyneth berdara#gwyn berdara#gwynriel#pro gwynriel#azriel x gwyn#gwyn x azriel#pro gwyneth berdara#acotar#acosf#I probably have more to add but I'm blanking#Oh its a long boy#but coming into the Gwyneth Berdara tag and being a dumb bitch is a choice#also this is probably a mess but oh well
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Running away
Chapter 4
Kadota
Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader
Summary: Life really had it in for you. Just moving to a new apartment seemed to unleash a brand new hell
Warnings: non (please, tell me if there actually is anything triggering)
a/n: For this chapter, I tried to write a bit differently, but I hope you all will still like it. The reader is implied to be bisexual
Your heart was pounding against your chest like crazy. It wasn't normal, none of this was normal anymore.
You thought things were going well, and once again you were proven wrong. At this point, you didn't even know why you thought a fresh start would have helped.
You even slammed the door shut infront of Simon's face even though he hadn't done anything wrong.
You longed to unleash your pent-up frustration, to scream, to cry – anything to alleviate the overwhelming pressure within you.
Seeing Simon now seemed like an insurmountable challenge. How could you ever face him after he had witnessed your panic attack, an intimate glimpse into the turmoil you desperately tried to hide?
With a weary sigh, you tossed your phone onto the sofa, powering it down in an attempt to silence the chaos around you.
It had been years since you'd received a message from the person you despised so deeply.
The tangled web of your past was inescapable, a suffocating embrace with no way out, no matter how far you moved.
There would be no escape.
"Did something happen?" Grace's voice, gentle and concerned, cut through the thoughts that held you captive. Her hand, a comforting presence on your shoulder, triggered a reflexive flinch.
You turned around and looked at her with wide eyes as you exhaled in relief to see that it was only the twenty year old woman.
Her hand was still raised when you turned around, and she slowly lowered it as she looked at you with a mixture of confusion and slight hurt.
She probably felt guilty for scaring you, but it also looked like she was hurt by the way you reacted so abruptly to her innocent gesture.
You were pathetic. Just like they used to tell you.
Attempting to banish such thoughts, you mustered a meager apology. Your gaze, however, remained fixed on the list before you – a flimsy shield against the torrent of emotions.
In fact, you couldn't concentrate at all. Your attention was taken by your thoughts as you just stared at the list mindlessly.
Normally you would try to hide it when you were distracted, but it was inevitable. You were paranoid and scared.
Biting your lip, your fingers found solace in a familiar habit, idly fiddling with your fingers.
It was an old habit that stuck with you to this day, but on days like this, it was far more intense.
Family members and friends would always notice this habit of yours. They would ask you if you were nervous, and you would just nod, not wanting to explain anything.
It was a sign of weakness, a glaring display of your fragile nerves.
That's what they said. That's what they always criticized you for.
Memories of that dusty, small room resurfaced – a place that had once suffocated you with its insidious dust, clawing at your throat as it slowly choked you.
Grace's confusion was evident as she settled beside you, her eyes darting your way with curiosity. Uncertain of whether to breach the silence or let it linger, she hesitated.
Her clothes contrasted with yours. Yours were in dark shades, not wanting to wear anything colourful as hers popped off next to yours.
Her blonde hair was braided this time, tied at the ends with pink ribbons. She wore a light blue skirt and a sweater that was striped in all sorts of colours.
For another try, she lowered her hand to rest on yours. Her touch enveloped your moving fingers, and her soft voice pierced the silence. "Do you want to talk about it?"
You didn't want to talk about it. Never again, not after what had happened. But at the same time, you longed for it.
You longed for a conversation, an honest one, a vulnerable one, where you could finally let it all out.
Grace's hand clasped yours tighter. She wanted you to feel safe. She wanted you to know you could be honest with her.
"It's nothing," it wasn't, and she knew it. But she nodded anyway.
She squeezed your hand and said, "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here for you." Her voice was sweet, it was kind. There was not a single note of judgment laced in it.
It was as if she was the older one here. Even though Grace was naive and had her shenanigans, she was still smart. She was smart enough to know that there was more and that you needed time, and she respected that.
Feeling overwhelmed that she was so close, you stood up. The chair made a grinding noise as it dragged across the floor.
With the cart as your flimsy shield, you retreated to the library shelves. Not even a single apology for the noise was spoken from your lips.
From this vantage point, no one could see you unless they walked to the back of the library, and that made you feel a little relieved.
You couldn't help but feel guilty for pushing Grace away, she was your only friend. But the struggle to open up, to unveil your vulnerabilities, remained.
Grace had watched you walk away, she sighed to herself in defeat as she leaned back on the chair she was sitting on.
She wanted you to talk to her, to finally tell her what was bothering you. Hours had passed and nothing had changed.
You hadn't smiled, hadn't even tried to fake it, and that worried her.
Sighing to herself once again, she rubbed her temple. Grace actually wanted to tell you about Jack since he asked her out, but seeing the way you were acting today, she didn't want to bother you with it.
She spun around in the swivel chair and put her hands on the desk to come to a stop. It would probably take you a while to open up.
Hours had passed since your shift ended, and now you sat on your bed, legs drawn close to your chest, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself.
It had been a while since your last nightmare, and it was just as unpleasant as you remembered.
It was in the middle of the night, and you knew that most people were deep in slumber. You, however, remained wide awake, consumed by an overwhelming fear.
At work, Grace had not pressed you further to talk. Instead, she had been a constant presence, her proximity a source of both comfort and unease.
It was a paradox – the yearning for human contact, yet the fear of it.
Years had passed and it still hadn't changed. You couldn't enjoy being too close to someone's body because it made you feel weird.
Whenever someone got too close to you, you wanted to run away. Feeling another person's hand or body made you feel like you were being suffocated.
You didn't mind if it was a brief touch, but the moment it lasted too long, you felt uncomfortable.
But it wasn't always like that.
You sighed deeply, surveying your room. It had been far too long since you had felt at home. The closest you had come to that sense of belonging was during your time with your parents and your first apartment.
Vivid memories flooded your mind. The walls adorned with photographs, moments frozen in time with friends who had once brought joy and laughter into your life.
Everything seemed so much easier then. You hung out with your friends and actually had fun.
Your roommate back then also never made you feel lonely. She was always there for you when you needed her. It was like an unspoken rule to make sure the other person was at ease before you both went to bed.
Having her around never made you feel uncomfortable or even the slightest bit annoyed. You used to take so many pictures of each other.
Your friends and family members used to joke that the two of you were glued together at this point, a two-in-one deal, and so on.
You spent many nights between the sheets with her. Many things were left unspoken, but it didn't matter.
The two of you never had to clarify the situation, you both knew.
Until you didn't.
Your fists clenched as you squeezed your eyes shut, the memories threatening to overwhelm you. You had buried these thoughts for a reason, and it had been for the best.
Slowly standing up, you made your way towards your door. You didn't even think of wearing a jacket as you only wanted to leave your apartment.
The landlord had mentioned a rooftop accessible to residents. Most people ventured up there for a smoke, but you sought the crisp night air to clear your mind.
Your footsteps were soundless as you ascended the staircase, finally reaching the metal door that led to the rooftop.
The night air enveloped you as you stepped onto the roof. It wasn't bone-chillingly cold, but a shiver still coursed through your body.
Walking towards the railings, you steadied yourself, the cold metal cool beneath your palms. Standing on the rooftop at night definitely felt a lot more freeing than sitting inside of your small bedroom.
"Need a smoke?" The gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts as your hand instinctively clutched your chest in shock.
You hadn't even noticed that someone was already there and you turned to the side to face the person.
And it was Simon.
Embarrassment from the previous day still lingered, your cheeks burning with humiliation. Yet, your thoughts vanished as you met his gaze, a gaze that ignited a fire within you.
His hood was drawn up as usual, but this time his mask was pulled down, granting you an unhindered view.
For the first time, you saw his features in their entirety and it made you feel hot inside, almost wanting to undress because of the sudden heat.
His eyebrows were dark blonde, just as you remembered them. The eyebrow slit from his scar was also visible.
His deep brown eyes were piercing. Eyes that seemed to see straight through you. His gaze was intense, captivating, a bottomless abyss that threatened to consume you.
Your gaze descended, observing the subtle imperfections that only added to his allure. A slight, crooked nose that you probably wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't stared.
Now your eyes were on his lips. His lips were a bit down-turned and adorned a pale rose hue that beckoned your attention. A pale pink scar, like a delicate brushstroke, ran from the left upper corner of his lip to its lower counterpart, adding an intriguing dimension to his face.
His jawline, sharp and commanding, spoke of a life marked by experiences both untold and captivating.
Every aspect of his countenance was a paradox, simultaneously intimidating and enchanting, a visage that would haunt your thoughts for eternity.
You were ensnared, unable to look away as your heart quickened and your breath caught in your throat.
Realizing that he had actually asked you a question, you shook your head, "I don't smoke," your voice emerged timidly.
It was the truth. You had never even taken a puff of a cigarette, the smell was enough to drive you away from it.
Simon nodded, his eyes still on you as he put the cigarette between his lips. You never thought that smoking could look so appealing, but he made you want to try it.
An awkward silence settled between you, but the intensity of his gaze and the weight of the moment left you strangely unbothered.
But you felt bad. You felt bad for slamming the door on him when all he did was help you. And you wanted to apologize.
So that's what you did.
"I'm sorry," you finally found the courage to speak, the words tumbling out hesitantly. You fiddled with your fingers again as you looked down, too scared of his reaction.
Simon paused, taking a final drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it. He regarded you with a level of understanding that surprised you. "Shouldn't apologize," he rasped, his voice both gruff and strangely soothing. His actions spoke louder than words, as he had turned away to prevent the smoke from reaching you, an act of consideration that warmed your heart.
And it was quiet again. You didn't know what to say as you remained on the same place. You weren't sure if you felt uncomfortable because of his glaring eyes or because of the awkward silence between you.
"You okay?" Simon asked when you looked up again. You weren't sure if he was just trying to break the silence or if he was actually concerned.
But there was something in his eyes that told you it might be the latter. Just like yesterday, his eyes showed you more than you probably should have known.
"I'm okay," you told him with a sullen voice. You knew that your voice was wavering, but no matter how much you forced yourself to sound monotonous, there was no way you could really succeed.
Simon seemed to sense your reluctance to share further, and rather than pressing you, he began removing his jacket. And suddenly he stretched out his arm with the hand that held his jacket towards you, the warmth of his gesture melting through your uncertainty. "You're cold. Take it," he said.
You opened your mouth to protest, to decline the offer, but he shook his head softly, his eyes adopting a softer, more empathetic quality. It was as if he actually understood what you were going through.
With a reluctant nod, you accepted the oversized jacket, feeling the comforting weight of it around your shoulders. It was large, enveloping you completely, but it radiated warmth.
As you inhaled, his earthy and smoky scent surrounded you, soothing your frayed nerves. It was a scent that felt oddly comforting, grounding you in the moment just like it had yesterday.
His scent made you relax a little as you looked up at him. "Don't stay out too long," he said, and with that, he left.
The night stretched before you, and for a brief moment, the world seemed a little less daunting as you stood on the rooftop, cloaked in Simon's jacket.
And even though you knew you had to give it back, you wanted to keep it.
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@ghostlythots
@kittyoonsstuff
@poohkie90
@gothgirl6-6-6
#cod x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x you#ghost x y/n#simon ghost x you
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Okay sometimes when im writing stuff i feel like im just writing it for my ship cus like yah i like them but when i stop and sit back and actually read what im writing i don’t make it up 😭 i genuinely sometimes feel like im just writing to make myself feel better, but im not?? People actually agree with me?? And i mean there have been ideas ive scraped cus i didnt have enough to back it up, but that also kind of shows im not making it up 😭 if i was writing just to make myself feel better i’d add it anyway and lie. Ok i don’t know what im proving
wait yes i do. The reason i think im making it up is because its crazy thats why. Everything ive claimed has been backed up, evidence has been given, although none of them have been proven, they also can’t be completely dismissed and that alone i feel says something.
It being “so crazy” that I think IM the one who’s doing this SAYS SOMETHING. Read that again. This isnt really an analysis or anything but i jus wanted to point something out.
if you don’t already know, im talking about terukane
ok back on topic, for example
Calling back to one of my old analysies, the fact that this is even a THING says something. Whether they care about eachother romantically or not this even EXISTING shows they care. It means something.
This too
In one of my other analysies, i talked about teru’s reaction to akane’s whole betrayal thing after the trial. The fact that this is even like this or how teru reacted like that SAYS SOMETHING. I feel like im going insane please tell me you’re picking up what im putting down
us even having to think about which akane he meant SAYS SOMETHING
When he says “I like Akane-san” it comes out pretty differently in each language. For example, in the french translation he says "I love you more than you might think Akane" instead of saying he likes Akane-san. Worst possible sentence for a mistranslation. Unless? It wasn’t a mistranslation at all?
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Peridot and Unlearning (Internalized & Externalized) Homophobia
i.e., here's why peridot's redemption arc is partially (a metaphor?) about unlearning homophobia
the title sounds crazy but bear with me here.
let's start off with saying NO, fusion does not = romantic love. that's an age old discourse and it can be so easily solved by stating there are many different forms of love, and sometimes fusion is just for power (which is a form of love in-of itself, albeit fucked; the love for power or toxic love) HOWEVER, in many cases, such as Garnet's, it most certainly is about romantic love. so to keep it as brief as possible, thats what we have in mind in this post. it's gay love okay.
now, let's talk about the scene i just captioned. this is from the episode "too far," which is an episode about developing a crush and accidentally hurting them in the process of trying to impress them. (however you want to look at it, but thats how i interpret it) the fact it starts off with casual homophobia is important, coz it shows peridot still has a lot of prejudices despite recently becoming part of the team, which is full of gay people, undeniably.
peridot's redemption arc is partially about coming to terms with your sexuality, retraining your mind from internalized homophobia after being raised in such a homophobic society/household, and becoming proud of your sexuality / identity.
OBSERVE:
"you dont understand! im protecting a planet i was once trying to destroy! i used to follow every order - every rule!"
"now im a traitor! a rebel!"
"A CRYSTAL QUEEEEEER"
sorry i had that joke stored for this analysis since 2019. anyways
i'm going to try to keep this short, but more under the cut.
IM SO BAD at organizing my words so this post is rly hard to make so im gonna do it like this.
MORE EVIDENCE THAT PERIDOT'S REDEMPTION ARC IS COMING TO TERMS WITH BEING GAY / UNLEARNING HOMOPHOBIA:
being frustrated about joining a lesbian/gay gang
coming from a society where homosexuality is forbidden
telling off your mom by saying youre joining some rebel lesbians/gays to fight her oppressive society
wearing pride flags (stars) everywhere after coming out
looking up to experienced lesbians (Garnet)
the scissoring joke (from "too far." if you know you know)
furthermore, i thought it'd be fair to include peridot learning how to respect how people identify in other ways, such as names / how they prefer to be addressed. this, most of the time, goes hand-in-hand with homophobia.
peridot, narrating: "he also said he wanted me to stop calling him "the" steven."
steven: "its just, steven!"
peridot: "i told him i'd call him whatever i want!" [hiss]
peridot: "he told me that was rude."
(from the episode "log date 7 15 2")
peridot learns how to respect how people identify. lgbt win
i should add she also eventually learns how to respect Garnet's whole deal in the same episode (log date 7 15 2) which was also a huge moment in her unlearning homophobia. which, btw if you dont know or dont remember, Garnet does by comparing herself to peridot's (assuming) gay ship between Percy and Pierre from Camp Pining Hearts, saying she was the optimized version of herself (the reason peridot "ships" them; theyre the best team logically according to her analysis ship chart)
anyways, now the biggest most obvious point is the fact that peridot actually is gay. i've referred to this episode a few times now, but thats becoz it really is a huge point in proving my 'thesis';
in the episode "too far," peridot is shown to get obsessed with impressing amethyst. peridot experiences something they havent yet up until this point: a crush. i mean, you can interpret it as you wish, but thats how i saw it. the butterflies, the obsession with making someone laugh, the fact peridot states amethyst is objectively the best gem of the crystal gems and emphasizes "damaging her standing with the best gem here" with their apology to amethyst after hurting her feelings.
and um, this.
🌈yeag
sorry im losing any professionalism i started this post with. also this is focusing on early-season / redemption arc peridot which is why its kind of short and is missing stuff from later seasons. i hope this was at least somewhat concise and easy to understand, and i hope yall see my point of view here! feel free to add on (theres SO MUCH its easy for it to skip my mind) if you have any other points youd like to make to support my cause and uprising. love you
#peridot#su#steven universe#q slur#idc abt the discourse w tagging it as that im doing it for a friend. love and light#im so sorry for the bad formatting im off my meds#peridot analysis#tagging that for personal ref ok bye
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wave ^_^)/ !!!! i hate to be predictable, but for the ask game - poor ryoji mochizuki ? :]c
VITY! waves back o/
Anyways here's Ryoji Mochizuki world’s most perfect boy ^_^
favorite thing about them
Where do I start. Nyx being the primordial being, God in the persona universe. All life comes from her. She’s the beginning and the end, she is death itself. Having death be put inside a small boy and his kindness and love making death want to be human itself. Wanting to repay that kindness and love, feeling guilt at the way it treated the small boy, ruining his life.
The fact that Ryoji is Death, is Thanatos, is Pharos, is Nyx. They’re all the same being. The concept and execution of that, who had no feelings either way before, being treated so kindly to the point where it takes forms this bond with P3 Hero. Protecting him from the first arcana shadow as Thanatos on the first full moon of the game. The culmination of these forms is of course Mochizuki Ryoji. Who’s become soft and sweet. He copies P3 Hero’s appearance and gender and is everything that he never knew he wanted to be.
He loves the world so much, loves humanity so much. He’s so endlessly kind and having that kindness be a direct reflection of P3 Hero makes it that much sweeter. The fact he created this form because of his desire to have it and desire to separate himself from Nyx is the sweetest thing in the world. Especially when they’re all still the same being. Ryoji just has a hard time putting that in perspective again, he doesn’t want to be that, (Evident by his dumb Ryoji phase) doesn’t want to go back to that. It’s so sweet. He’s the cutest in the world.
least favorite thing about them
I honestly don’t think I have one.
favorite line
“I know you better than anyone after all… That’s why I came back to you as Ryoji Mochizuki.” (I know this is kind of cheating. sry.)
brOTP
Him and Junpei are so good it’s unreal. Just bros being bros. They hang out, are the most frat of guys and its hilarious. But when Junpei is going through a rough time Ryoji always knows exactly what to say. I find it so sweet.
OTP
Ryomina
They are literal soulmates. They are one another. Mirror images. Love birds. Codependent cats. Made for each other in the most literal of senses. Ryoji made his form from Minato so they could spend time together. Minato taught Death kindness.
Sometimes I feel so like I’m making them up they’re so perfect.
NOTP
This is a bit odd to type out but pretty much anyone who isn’t P3 Hero with Ryoji? I see Ryoji as only being made for one person in particular, so the others just don’t appeal to me in the same way.
random headcanon
Can I cheat and put more than one. I’m gonna. These are all Ryoji post P3 unless stated otherwise.
- Ryoji going a step further and taking Minato’s hair and eye color. Draining a blue Minato used to have til his are bright and shining. The same way he absorbed his kindness.
- He is crazy codependent. Like crazy codependent. If he was able to touch Minato for a split second in November they would never be able to let go of one another. That’s why Minato had to avoid him in FES.
-He's really warm! Got that from Minato too so he's left with all the cold. Ryoji's fun to hug though :)
- Him and Minato watch over the world together in the great seal! Ryoji shares the knowledge while Minato catches up on rest and helps explain new concepts to him when he wakes up. He’s his doorman ^_^ (ha)
- He would really enjoy working retail if he ever got the shot. He loves people in general. Getting to meet them, talk to them, the whole shebang.
- He’s embarrassed of being Pharos. Like people get of old baby photos.
- Ryoji is metaphorically trans baby. Wanting to copy Minato and preferring being called Ryoji, a boy. It makes talking about Gods a bit difficult. Dysphoria and all. Poor thing experiences it in the weirdest of ways. But as Minato and Ryoji continue to be the seal, it’ll get easier.
- He likes sunrises and cheesy rom coms and fairy tales. Classic knight and princess stories. Kind of has the most normal taste ever, but a romantic at heart.
- Speaking of normal, I think “Dumb Ryoji” is a representation on what Minato would have been like if Death was never sealed inside of him. Perfect friends with all of the right people, charming, a bit of a playboy, and best friends with Junpei.
unpopular opinion
I personally don’t imagine Ryoji with a sexuality. His human form was made as a mirror to Minato, and so interacting with him throws him off course. He acts different around him, it confuses him. I don’t see anything Dumb Ryoji does as being a real representation of who Ryoji is.
song i associate with them
My Ryoji playlist is just the most cheesy songs you’ve ever heard in your life.
Anyways I guess my pick is “Rhythm Of Love" by the Plain White T's. (yeah ik. please go easy on me he's so owl city 2010's pop to me.)
favorite picture of them
i like how pouty he gets when he's upset ^_^
#compendiumnotebook#ask.2024#Hopefully my thoughts are in order and are clearly able to be understood!#talked a bit more than i thought i would but . . . it makes sense#i could have so many long conversations about this boy. he's so perfect.
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I NEED to rant about the trigun stampede designs in comparison with trigun 1998 because like… they had so much potential and the show threw it out the window or something.
(Edit: i haven’t read the manga so the mole thing doesn’t stand much but, again, this is only compared to ‘98 so plss dont attack me guys i swear i liked stampede)
rant, spoilers (?) + photo evidence under the cut
Tbh Knives/Vash bother me most, esp during their childhood. In tri98, they look almost identical at first, with only difference their hair color (Vash’s is more of a saturated blonde while Knives’ is closer bleach-blonde), and the mole under Vash’s left eye. Later on Vash get his hair cut and styled in spikes by Rem, while Knives takes liberty and cuts his own hair military-style. That’s about when they start to have individuality. This individuality reflects on their actions, with Vash trying to free a butterfly from a spiderweb, and Knives just killing the spider, thinking it's the most rational solution.
In tristamp, they lack any kind of individuality, with the twins having mirrored haircuts and Knives a mole under his right eye, which really really doesn’t make sense to me; I thought the mole was supposed to represent the flawed, more human nature of Vash (just like his scars), and the absence of it on Knives’ face to be a reminder that he is, for that reason, better, almost perfect and, most definitely, not human. (Edit: guys I’ve been informed it exists in the manga but I’d still like it if it didn’t)
With that they lose every kind of individuality, and it doesn't make sense for them to look so different while they're adults however having similar hairstyles despite not seeing each other for years.
(not even going to mention the fact that they made him dead pale in stampede and instead of increasing his melanin and making his hair lighter they lightened both skin and hair color but it's not relevant to this kind of analysis and just a stylistic choice i guess)
As adults in tri98 they keep their hairstyles and Knives keeps a more military-looking outfit, which looks a whole lot like the SEEDS outfit they wore when abandoning the ship, while Vash has this super over-the-top outfit with the red coat and all. Tristamp keeps the idea of Knives wearing a similar outfit and Vash going crazy with his fit, but by doing so they made both of them look insanely different and inhuman, Vash looking too clean, with technical, expensive-looking, new clothing, and Knives just straight up looking strange. Nothing about his outfit even suggests human.
For Knives I don't think the point is to look human, so it doesn't matter, but Vash is too odd-looking to be considered one of the humans, while his goal is just this; to look super cool but still human enough. In tri98 this communicates well, but not in tristamp.
(i couldn't find a pic of knives as a kid w the uniform but its the same as vash's)
Also, they're built so differently... Vash looks like a 17 year old kid and Knives looks over 25, their bodies should look the same (they're Plants after all) but with Knives being stronger in terms of power and skill, not having abs.
Basically the main problem is that the designs rely a lot on the aesthetics but not the practicality/lore-accuracy of them. I know tristamp is not meant to follow the original plot line, it just makes me a little insane how little the relationships between the characters were incorporated into these designs.
#sorry for this i just had to get it out my system#my friends suffered this rant incoherently so i had the obligation to write an actual thing and post it on tumblr#rant#i need someone to talk abt this to#i dont know if it makes sense i sort of gave up during the end#trigun#trigun 1998#trigun stampede#vash the stampede#knives millions#millions knives
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i am actually so suspicious of this god damn moth post but i cant find any concrete evidence to prove theres something wrong with it other than my gut feeling and i feel insane
like of course first of all this post is from 2013 and im not really willing to believe any given post from 2013 is true specially when the post is this amazing coincidence of this person coincidentally finding those two coincidentally aesthetically pleasing moths and managing to get them coincidentally snuggling together for a picture. yknow. it does feel too weirdly good to be true
BUT SECONDLY im so weirded out by these two moths specifically.
ok bear with me. the little one is very obviously a rosy maple moth. (which is also coincidentally one of the most famous moths specifically for being pretty)
but im willing to believe any given english speaking tumblrgirl at the time could find one considering they live seemingly accross the united states and canada. fair enough
BUT my problem is the big one. of course everybody even in the notes seems to be classifying it as a luna moth (ALSO a famous moth species for being pretty) you can also feasibly find them in north america, ok.
theres also the point of their lifespans
luna moths as adults live only for about 7-10 days, and i had a harder time finding info for adult rosy maple moths but it seems its about the same
the source of this is an old article from someone actively breeding maple moths x but i believe its the same with moths in general, since they literally dont have mouths and cant eat so they just mate and die.
SO youre gonna have a small time span to find one. both moths are also mainly nocturnal, which makes even weirder that op found both of them during the day.
theres also the point of WHEN are they adults. aka maply moths seem to show from from may through the summer
luna moths though, seem to vary in when they show up depending on place. some do include late may or early june on northern regions, ans a generation in july in central states.
which means you could, feasibly, have a span of about a week or so in may, june or july where both maple moths and luna moths are adults and alive at the same time.
BUT THE POST IN QUESTION IS FROM APRIL 16
thats NOT when adult rosy maple moths show up, much less both of them.
though maybe im just being too pedandic with specific dates and theres margin for variation, but its, again, some real big coincidences
BUT FINALLY theres the fact im suspicious about this luna moth IN THE FIRST PLACE.
i might just be going actually crazy here, but for this we've been assuming the luna moth is the species that exists in north america (otherwise these two wouldnt be in the same place at all)
and like this is what the luna moth looks like
(pictures from wikipedia)
and you see how theyre kinda weird compared to the one in the pic.
the luna moths are mostly green, with much less of this pretty pastel pink of the one on the tumblr post. you could argue they have pink markings but in most pictures i see they seem more like a dark red/brown with a remarkable very thick marking on the wings
you see how the moth in the pic just looks kinda weird. but that can also be from filters or editing to make the photo prettier making the colors different.
(i also think the tail looks weirdly long, but there seems to be variation in the tail length in various luna moth pics ive seen, so i cant speak for sure about that)
(i also cant tell you whether the sizes in comparison to each other are right cause i suck at visualizing size comparisons and its not like theres any other pic on earth of the two together so.)
CONCLUSION: i dont fucking know. i spent an hour looking moths up online and didnt get any reasonable answer to my doubts. i guess in the end THERE is, even if small, a chance of you finding both these boths alive at the same time in the same place so i can fully discredit the op. i give up im going to have breakfast
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Jason Todd Headcannons
I will probably add more later, because I surely forgot a few.
Half of these don't make sense, but they're fun.
Jason is a huge Literature nerd and an even bigger Jane Austen fan. He's also a huge romance lover. But he likes the wholesome cutesy shit. (I also think he just loves poems) But even so, he likes Shakespeare especially the tragedies like Macbeth.
He is the only Bat Alfred allows in the kitchen. Jason used to learn to cook from/help cook with Alfred back in his Robin days. Thus he is a surprisingly good cook, second only to Alfred.
Jason smoked when he was an Alley kid before being Robin and he still smokes as Red Hood. He also smokes on rooftops while Bruce has his Galas and the press are all over it.
This one is kinda funny but I love the idea of the Wayne family being like the Kardashians of Gotham (just much more useful) and Dick and Jason are absolute heartthrobs. (I'm so going to elaborate on this with detail in another post)
The Bat-fam don't know about the all-blades, or the all-caste. Because the situation just never called for it.
Anesthesia or sedatives either don't work on him, or wear off him much faster than normal. Same with alcohol.
Being a Gothamite, a Bat, and trained with the League Of Assassins, I imagine Jason has trained himself to have immunity to poisons and toxins (mostly but not all) (I believe its called Microdosing)
Jason has that good old white tuft of hair. Whether from head trauma or the Lazarus remains a mystery.
Jason is dramatic as hell. And extremely petty too. Spite drives this man. He does everything he can (no matter how small or big it might be) to spite Bruce.
Most of his younger siblings don't prank him unless they're looking for all out war, in which him, Dick and Steph form an alliance and go batshit insane (pun not intended)
Leading me to my next point: Jason is very competitive.
He's also a horrible role model because whenever any of the siblings fight (namely Tim and Damian) he just makes shit worse and watches the chaos he helped create.
Jason is big on revenge. He has a list is all I'm saying.
Jason probably has claustrophobia (what with being stuck in a damn coffin and all that)
I think that all of the bat siblings (except Dick, because he has the Big Bro power) has a blackmail list on everyone in the house. But no one can seem to find blackmail for Jason just because Jason is so damn good at covering up what he does that even if it was obvious he did something, there'd be no evidence of it.
Which leads to the fact that I think Jason is an extremely good liar. And he uses that to make his lies really weird and borderline crazy but people still believe him because he's just so convincing. Like, whenever he lies to Bruce, Bruce just believes it. And the other batkids are in the corner like: what??? It wasn't even a convincing lie!! But then they find out about an instance Jason has pulled this shit on them and realise how believable it actually is. (And that was only when he was caught) but Jason never does this to Alfred, because no matter what Alfred can always catch his lies.
Jason regularly has tea time with Alfred. They talk about books, food, Jason's schemes to fuck with his family and Alfred secretly gives him ideas. But everyone else in the family aside from Bruce and Jason always think Alfred is this innocent old man.
Also one of my favourites is that Jason jokes about his death. A lot. Everytime he sees an opportunity he takes it. Bruce and Dick (and to some degree Tim) are so uncomfortable everytime he does it, but Steph and Damian find it the funniest thing ever. Duke has absolutely no clue why Jason keeps making these jokes about dying, because no one told the poor guy. Cass is as clueless as Duke and Babs is always caught so off guard by it. Alfred is always mortified but he doesn't show it because he knows its Jason's coping mechanism.
I wholeheartedly believe that Jason drops off the face of the Earth occasionally. He just goes completely off-grid, no one (except sometimes Roy or Steph) know how to contact him or where he went. Not a single bat can find him when he does this. And that half the time he's doing this, he's just going to the Fields Of All to hang out with Ducra and some monks, or having mother son bonding time with Talia. Then the other half he's either having a nuch needed vacation in the beach, or going on a extremely dark and broody conquest to solve a large case and ultimately failing into its rabbithole and never attempting to get out. (He hates to admit it, but it's a lot like Bruce sometimes)
When Jason is out as Jason Wayne he totally wears makeup. Either just foundation to cover up his scars, or when he's feeling it maybe some black eyeliner and eyeshadow for Galas. So almost nobody recognises him as Jason Wayne while he's in normal civvies and he can wander Gotham freely. (Unlike Dick, who has to style his hair differently, wear a cap, change his wardrobe and still gets paparazzis)
Jason regularly quotes book and poems and the only person who has a chance of understanding him is Alfred.
This whole tumblr post.
Jason died before the Internet became as huge as it is now. So, Jason is the least technologically advanced in the family. He's the equivalent of a grandfather. Barely can use a computer without yelling for someone. Goes into Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss mode upon realising the stupidity of the scenario. It drives Tim and Babs insane. More of that here.
Everyone knows he loves Wonder Woman. He has Wonder Woman clothes, a bottle, a figurine, comics, etc. Once, he got a small tattoo of her logo under his ear mainly to spite Bruce. (Because he has accepted that, that's half his life purpose at this point).
But secretly, under the Wonder Woman jackets and tucked in between the pages of the comics are Green Arrow shirts and bookmarks. Only because he knows Bruce notices these small things and it gnaws away at him because Jason has never touched Batman merch since his ressurection. Roy does the same thing but with Batman merch.
Jason and Damian met in the League Of Assassins and were pretty close before going to Gotham for entirely different reasons. No one in the family knows about this and always wonder why they can communicate so well without using a word. (They did that a lot while sneaking around Nanda Parbat so Ra's wouldn't notice).
Jason and Steph are absolute besties. They're a chaos duo who love tormenting Bruce and are practically bff soulmates. But it's strictly platonic.
He's the kind of guy who would unironically recite a monologue from Macbeth without a hit him, just to motivate his goons.
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(It's translated from French, I hope there aren't too many syntax errors ^^" In any case, enjoy your reading !)
Dreamtale Theories:
Here's a list of a few theories about the Dreamtale Lore, this story leaving some very interesting gaps to try and fill. Philosophical and scientific thoughts helpt me to concretise these ideas, but although I've been inspired by them, it's not with these points of view I'm going to develop, but rather a purely artistic point of view. Little by little, philosophy and science have been lost in my ramblings, giving way to imaginations that seemed to fit together. Artists imagine. They cheat, they lie, they don't care much for concrete realities. In the end, the only science I get into position on is the elements of the Dreamtale canon, at least those I've managed to pick out. Perhaps I've missed some information that would disprove these hypotheses, in which case it would be courteous of you to let me know.
On a more chill note, say I'm just a teenager with a overflowing mind who loves to come up with crazy theories with whatever I can get my hands on, and I write this mainly for fun ^^
In fact, I don't think for a second I'm right, so I don't know if I can call those theories... Maybe speculation ideas about Dreamtale I wanted to share? Almost headcanons, but still based on concrete elements of the canon.
So let's go, first theory!
☁︎ Canon/Fanon:
For starters, why do I insist so much on canonicity? Because when it comes to Dreamtale, the boundary between Fanon and Canon is not always well understood, given that there are a lot of preconceived ideas on the subject.
The fact is, I see Dreamtale's Fanon and Canon as two completely separate worlds. And yet, understand that I hate adhering to variants of this and that for anything and everything. The idea of viscerally separating the Canon and Fanon sides of an oeuvre makes no sense to me, especially in an open world where each universe is a piece of a larger puzzle, where the world we're presented with is meant to be a huge playground.
And at this stage, if we do that with this universe, we could do the same for all the existing stories, no? Nevertheless, for THIS world and this world in particular, I think it's important.
For there is a crucial difference between C!Dreamtale and F!Dreamtale, a difference that completely alters the interpretation of the oeuvre. Fanon doesn't just make a few interpretative changes... He changes the very nature of a character: Corrupted Nightmare. And that, well... It's a bit complicated not to separate the two, especially when the Fanon version is so popular... Canon, he is dead and his body belongs to another character who has his own personality and background. Fanon, he's alive. Trapped, imprisoned, manipulated, split into two personalities (Night and Mare) or fundamentally evil, depending on the case, but alive.
Night is experiencing a bit of Asriel syndrome: it was because Undertale fans couldn't accept his death that the first AU's were created. And for Dreamtale, there was such misunderstanding about this (Because reading the Prologue, everyone agreed that Corrupted Nightmare was...well... Nightmare), that the majority think this is official. (It has to be said, it wasn't evident let me reassure you...)
To this we can add the fact that most of the time, in very fanon fanfics and fancomics, the other two trees don't exist or are never mentioned, that Corrupted (I refuse to call him "Nightmare" simply because he isn't Nightmare) isn't a real person or doesn't exist at all, that Dreamtale is an AU of Undertale, so made up of codes like the other AU's, but all that still depends on people's interpretation and knowledge of the real Dreamtale.
To put it more bluntly, and if the boundary's still unclear: F!Dreamtale is a part of the Undertale Multiverse, while C!Dreamtale is its own universe.
Since I like both aspects equally, and in order to get everyone on the same page, I've come up with a mini theory:
Dreamtale Fanon, being the Dreamtale developed by fans based on the belief that Corrupted Nightmare is more or less Night, has strayed so far from its original story (it focuses more on the "broken brothers" relationship of the twins, their mutual development and their relationships with the characters of the Undertale fandom), that over time, by putting down roots in the world of Undertale and through the influence of the creators, Dreamtale would have "split." This double would then have merged with the codes of the Undertale Multiverse, because Dreamtale was so well integrated into it that this version of it ended up becoming imprinted on the very core and codes. That's why, in F!Dreamtale, we don't always mention the other trees, since they never joined the Undertale Multiverse. Even we NEVER mention them in Dreamtale's AU's like Swapdream or the alternative Multiverses like Dreamswap, Swapverse, etc. That's why Dream and Nightmare exist in the alternative Multiverses,AU's and not the rest (Vampireverse, Empireverse, Minuscultale and so on).
The result is two Dreamtales:
The Canon Dreamtale, which belongs to Joku,
The Fanon Dreamtale, which belongs to the Fandom Joku too.
Well yeah, it's still Dreamtale, so it still belongs to Joku, no matter what haters want ◖눈ᴥ눈◗
Duh.
Also, this definitely doesn't prevent fanfics from being based on C!Dreamtale, it's even advisable to give it the prominence it deserves. Hence the idea of completely separating these versions, because fans can make fanfics about the Canon, and although it's fanon, it won't be similar to the F!Dreamtale version at all.
Two worlds taking different thematic paths created on the uncertainty of Night's death (like a "Schrodinger's Night" ͡° ͜ · ͡°).
Next theory!
☁︎ Tree of Feelings/Creators link:
This is a question I picked up when wondering about Dream and Corrupted's various attacks. Where Dream needs a body to hold him together, Corrupted has so many black apples that he can physically hold himself together without a body, and more or less correctly. Do positive and negative energies function differently? Is it because Corrupted has more apples that he holds on better? What is positive and negative energy in Dreamtale's Lore?
At the beginning, I'd started from the principle that Energy with a big E, being what makes up absolutely all existing things, humans and monsters alike, could be used by Dream and Corrupted to be converted into either magical energy or physical energy. As Dream only holds one apple and enjoys a body, he'd mindlessly convert his energy into magical energy, which is why he has a soul similar to human's souls and why he's able to heal as green magic does, or cause damage as white magic does. For Corrupted's part, possessing no body of his own and having amassed enough power from his hundreds of apples, he would have to convert negative energy into physical energy. This would require a great deal of power and would therefore explain why, despite he's stronger than Dream, he's not 999X stronger than him. He already uses a lot of his energy simply... Holding on without melting.
I also theorised that if one of them were to acquire all the apples, not only would it have a stable body, but it would also be able to convert this energy as it saw fit. Corrupted could then generate magical attacks AND have a physical body.
The trouble is... Dreamtale isn't actually part of Undertale. So there's no Magic,Physics duality. And even assuming that Dream converts that energy into magical energy because he's unconsciously copying the way his adopted world works, he's still canonically attacking with positive energy and not MAGIC made from positive energy. Energy comes in many forms, but I don't think he can control it in such a pure form...
All this can still hold together, but what bothers me most is that pure Energy would have... A positive side and a negative side? And what's more, related to feelings? Why not, but I'm not really pleased with.
Dream and Corrupted's energy is material, palpable. Of course, we could stop at the fact that it's just a magical energy like we find everywhere in stories and not ask ourselves any more questions.
But I love wracking my brains to find answers to questions that no one wonder, so I'll keep going èwé–
What kind of energy would this refer to? Not energy in the scientific sense, because that's independent of any emotion, whereas in Dreamtale, positive energy, for example, is directly linked to positive feelings.
Because tree of FEELINGS–
The most plausible thing I found with is that positive and negative energies are linked to the spiritual energy: auras, meditation, etc. Proof of its existence is fairly hazy in the world of creators. But in the world of fiction...? What if?
This energy of consciousness exists, whether it's real or not. And if it's not in the real world, as long as there are people who believe in it, then it's in the world of fiction. What if the fruits of the tree of feelings were the material manifestation of this spiritual energy produced by the consciousness of the creators? Just as a world is created by a creative mind, what about Dream and Nightmare were the guardians of the feelings of fiction as the direct embodiment of the emotions that creators instil in their work? This could be the reason why Dreamtale isn't made up of codes, because it's the direct embodiment of a philosophy and not just another fictional universe among many.
I can't decide whether it's too obvious or too far-fetched ^^". It was the concept in Underverse that made me think of it... There are references between what Nightmare implies in 0.6 and creators tearing up their own universes because they're filled with negative emotions. Underverse isn't canon, but there's nothing to stop this idea of the creator,feeling link being applied to Dreamtale.
Especially as it allows us to imagine something even bigger that could work in relation to the three trees...
But before that, a little theory about Corrupted, because the more we learn about him, the more this character becomes... Mysterious.
☁︎ Something is rotten in the state of Dreamtale :
Ever since I knew that the three trees were part not of the Undertale Multiverse but of all the other Multiverses, I've been wondering why it should be Corrupted who embodies absolute Evil and not someone else. After all, we know plenty of evil lords, don't we? Isn't it a bit pretentious to claim him to be above everyone else?
But one detail, one nuance, makes all the difference.
By definition, Corrupted does not embody Evil, but negative feelings. He embodies them because he has become their guardian, their bearer. What I'm trying to say is that black apples and evil are not linked... Black apples are not fundamentally evil. They have no conscience; they are neutral, they exist for balance and have a purpose of their own.
No, Corrupted is Evil for another reason. He's Evil because he's simply wicked. If the personification of negative feelings is evil, it's not because the negative emotions or the apples are mean, but because they are themselves corrupted, alienated by a consciousness that manipulates them irresponsibly. Why would the Entity feel hatred? Hatred and not despair or dread? Because he was already filled with hatred, or because he has a fighting personality that allows him to exploit this emotion for its dark projects. Is it a sign that Corrupted isn't worthy of being their carrier? After all, he's not their basic guardian; it was Nim, then Nightmare.
In this way, that doesn't prevent him from being THE allegory on the scale of all dimensions (or of a large area of dimensions, if you don't like the idea that Dreamtale is linked to all fictional universes) , because the role relating to negative FEELINGS in a neutral behaviour is rather original. He's an allegory of negative feelings that doesn't need to be, and that gives a false image of what negative feelings actually are; the pejorative and common image we have of them. In reality, negative feelings are neither good nor bad; they mean no harm to others. The one who wishes them harm is the Entity, Corrupted.
He's a simple villain who has got his hands on power that doesn't belong to him and is out of control with.
...
Maybe not a 'simple' villain either?
Because, another theory, I think that Corrupted is this fourth guardian that Joku mentioned. Firstly because I don't know who else he could be, but also because he knows about the other dimensions outside Undertale. How would he know if he didn't come from outside? Who else would this fourth guardian be, and why would Joku mention him? What's more, a number of elements fit together with this theory, notably his strategy of manipulating Nim (Nim is far from stupid, and he probably wouldn't have succeeded so easily if he didn't already know a little about her), in order to create Dream and Nightmare, dividing positivity and negativity to undermine the pillars of balance, all with the aim of finding a carnal envelope and taking possession of the Tree of Feelings...
Like a plan that has been fine-tuned for years and years... Add to this the anecdote that the tree guardians are not the original guardians and that Nim learnt something awful about them before leaving for Undertale, and you'd think there was a rotten menace already pulling the strings in the shadows, long before our dear twins were born.
So what is Corrupted looking for? What's his ultimate plan? To spread negativity across all dimensions and reign supreme as a Living God?
A fine programme... But what if we took his ambitions one step further?
☁︎ Feelings, Life, Magic:
Why three trees? Why THESE three trees? Why place them at the centre of the Multiverse? Why are feelings, life and magic at the heart of the worlds? What link can we make between them?
Feelings, well ok, that works... Life and death, logical... Magic? Why magic? Magic isn't a necessary element in the Multiverse, sometimes it doesn't even exist... Why a tree of Magic and not a tree of Souls, or a tree of Virtues and Sins, for example? Undertale is very closely linked to magic, but that's not the case for all worlds...
This is where we come back to the idea that apples are the materialised forms of the feelings creators apply to their work... Does this also work with Magic and Life? Yes, it does. Trees don't just take care of Feelings, Life and Death and Magic... They reflect what creators need to create.
Feelings, as we've said, are exactly what it takes to find inspiration, to feed the imagination like maintain fire. As long as the feelings remain, so do the passion and inspiration.
Life, on the other hand, is quite simply what enables a work to exist, to remain. Life is the nest in which the spirit bathes, gathering together the experiences of the creator, housing and preserving them. You could also say that the more lives there are to witness a work, the more real a work is.
Inspiration, yes... The environment, all right... But what is needed to create something out of nothing? To make the unreal real? The immaterial material?
Nothing more than a little magic ✨ !
Not the kind of magic you find in fiction with wizards and pseudo-scientific logic, no... Magic in the sense of believing in something irrational. To believe that these worlds exist, to have faith without needing proof. Accepting imagination. Not in a religious connotation, but in the sense: Magic = Consenting Suspension of Disbelief.
Feelings: The fuel.
Life: The oxygen.
Magic: The spark.
Fire triangle is complete.
What if these three trees were the equivalent of the Triforce of Creation itself? Feelings to stimulate, Life to sustain, Magic to materialize.
What would happen if, by some mischance, an ill-intentioned person managed to seize the power of these three trees? What would be the consequences? In the end, perhaps this mysterious Entity wants more than just the golden apple in Dream's care?
And if these three trees work very well together, what would the fourth guardian be doing?
Would he be the original guardian?
Or the exact opposite of Creation: Destruction and Nothingness?
(Voilà! I hope theses theories will have interested you ^^
And you, what do you think? Do you have theories about what's going to happen in the Dreamtale sequel?)
Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog
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hello your honour (m), me and my partner, val @southelroy would like to take this opportunity to defend our client, one steven marie harrington. we intend to prove, beyond reasonable doubt, that his behaviour and actions are born from a place of genuine trauma, that his intentions, while marred in teen angst, are clear, and finally, that his bearing is better than certain past, shall we say........bonds.......cough johnathan cough.
idk how longer i can keep this bit going, but seriously, guys c'mon cut the guy a break, all steve and bug have been doing since midway season 1 is drive their car to struggle citadel and pray at its pews. Also m this season is so crazy delicious i will get into singing your praises in a minute, after i prove my case with evidence. thank you.
firstly, i'd like to establish a baseline from which we can work upwards from. frankly, steve clears. he has been worshipping the ground bug walks on since the day he saw her, and he made clear his high regard of her the moment he got to develop some sort of friendship/relationship with him. even just taking these last three chapters, the amount of outward steve shows bug, completely unabashedly, is ridiculous. it was the most physical, outward admiration bug has gotten out of her peers, aka, the teen boys her age. I'd like to point to one moment in particular, "You exhale deeply, wrapping your arms around his body, and Steve nuzzles his face into your neck and presses a gentle kiss there.". This parallel to johnathan and bug ending their closeness at the end of season 2, as well as the phone call/car ride johnathan takes in season 3, posits steve as the new "love interest", the new What-if/maybe of bug's love life. However, his romantic intentions are much more straightforward than johnathan's ever were. The end of season 2, he very clearly stated that he wanted to, eventually, be in a relationship with bug, that he would need some time before it happened, and bug understood this, and agreed to it. This is drastically different from Not Talking About It for years on end. I would argue that bug herself knows, at least to some extent, steve's feelings for her. She certainly knows the care he feels for her, "You know he doesn’t want to scare you, that he’s always trying to make things easier for you, so you tilt your head at him and nod slightly; you want him to tell you." The ease with which they kiss each other's cheeks is an openness bug did not experience in season 1, especially when shit with nancy and johnathan started becoming #real #deep. there is a certainty that is present in these interactions that bug and johnathan did not have until they were literally doing a friend break up.
Now that we've established the evidence of steve's background, i'd like to move the jury to view evidence of motive, with your permission your honour (hi m <3). As stated in the opening statement, bug and steve are getting stamps on that struggle card like their featured on tlc classic, extreme couponing, and baby they are making cashback! Bug's daddy issues are well documented, as are steve's. In fact, they are so well established, that the defense would like to claim that throwing a gren@de at mr. harrington's car would be an all round net positive to society. We know that steve thinks highly of bug, including post spring summer of '85, and that while they have moved past it, o would argue that a fear of abandonment is not unfounded in the young man's mind, particularly when his own self image is currently being shredded by a medieval torture device known as mr. harrington. Steve is being beaten down, it sounds like quite frequently, "He hadn’t turned into who had expected to become, something that you know his father reminds him of every time he comes back from some business trip. ", and it's showing in his relationship(?) with bug, "Steve leans into your kisses and smiles at the praise, relieved that you don’t think he’s some idiot." We see this when he rants to robin in episdoe 1, he is an, ultimately, scared and insecure teen, who is getting requited affection for the first time in a long time, from a person whom he deeply respects, admires, and holds dear in his heart, and, unfortunately, was unable to maintain a relationship with him during the beginning of their friendship. I ask you, the court, were we not understanding of bug then? Could we not see the place where she came from? While we disagree with her actions, did we not see the ultimate place she was coming from? Surely we can extend that grace to mr. harrington.
I'd like to perhaps bring in a new angle, that steve and bug's tiff at the end of episode 3 is not their fault expressly. We know bug has a giant guilt complex that makes my religious background look carefree. We know she has a very real fear of having a relationship pass you, due to someone whose name rhymes with bonathan, and is perhaps more sensitive to being strung along than she otherwise would be. We know steve's battling daddy issues, a need to prove himself with a great opportunity right in his lap, and a fear of relationships changing because of someone noticing his inadequacy (very incheresting to me that he's relieved that bug doesn't think he's an idiot.........he's my unmedicated undiagnosed adhd baby.....we're twins in that sense. also in the sense that we like women :P), which could happen when they are in a full blown relationship. Him not knowing how to ask bug out is valid, he's on a new man journey of shedding his old self off, he feels like he's batting way out of his league (he is), and he has a girl who fell out of love with him on his scoreboard, and a girl who used to be in an intense codependent friendship with a boy who is now currently dating said ex. That is a situation to be in!
While me and my partner understand bug's frustrations and empathise fully, and make clear our support of her, we only ask the jury lay the blame not at our defendant steve's feet, but rather the circumstances that have brought them here. And if they really want a target, feel free to aim towards one johnathan byers and mr. harrington, local triple f, (flop failure father).
The defense would now like to play offence. Johnathan, what the hell are you even doing here???? Get out of our family's business! What in the good lord's name are you doing ringing up a girl's number in the dead of the night??? The one you were a hair's breadth away from dating if you hadn't strung her along for a marathon length of time at that???? And then venting YOUR relationship problems, the very relationship you strung her along for, about a girl you left her for!!! The audacity of mr byers!!! While we understand this to be an affront to Ms. Henderson, we posit this is an affront to Ms. Wheeler as well. We ask you, the jury, how comfortable YOU would feel if the guy you were dating, told HIS ex best friend-turned-complicated-situation-turned now friends with boundaries all about your relationship problems while driving around at night, a deeply date like activity? While you may posture and say "oh, well, if it's a girl like Bug!". Girls..... That would make it worse. AS IT SHOULD! We maintain this isn't bug's fault as it isn't her relationship to protect, but mr. byers!
Okay we rest our case.
M, I apologise for this stupid essay above, but omg omgo omg omgogkogmogmgomgm I am EATING!!!!! YOU ATE!!!!!! This was so crazy delivious yummy!!!! Love love love the way steve and bug are interacting, all the casual affection has me giggling and kicking my feet like they're everything hehehehe. All the cheek kisses are so so so cute and making me crave affection like a motherfucker. All the flirting vibes between them is driving me up the wall...."So you admit you're flirting with me?" BITCH! I MIGHT BE!!! I am cheesinggggg. I remember you said that season 4 is going to be stug struggle era and my stomach is in knots already becasue the brief glimpse of unhappiness they experienced at the end of episode 3 made me want to cut my heart out of my chest, you have made them too lovable i fear.
SPeaking of cutting my heart out of my chest, may i say, you served with robin. Like. The struggle of being a closeted person really hit well. Not to get heavy, but the crushing weight of it was so subtly put into robin, it got to me alot. "She hates that you’re purposely excluding her and taking Steve’s side in this. You wish you could tell her the truth." This genuinely is sooooo fvnnvbvknsnbfe. I want to shake her through the screen like girl do NOT fall for your friend whose attracted to boys that is NOT a situation that ends well and you will NOT leave unscathed!! It felt like a lot like high school, when its a big thing you have no one else to tell, and there's too much at stake to say it. and omg. this part, "When Robin sees his wink, she only clenches her jaw and turns away before releasing your hand.". Devestating. If I were robin, i would have had a crush on both bug and steve and witnessed carousel kissy face gate, it would have turned me into the joker, i would have no choice but to pull the nastiest stunt this small town has ever seen. I feel absolutely awful for her, and it makes me kinder to my younger self. Just, omg, really excellent work.
Apologies for the length of this, but just on a final note, i really wanted to say thank you for writing this great story. it's been a tough couple of years, and my brain has gotten worse on me and i really have a lot of trouble concentrating on anything, including things i enjoy, and your story is one of the few guaranteed things i know i can sit down for and fully because i know i will love every minute of it. Wishing you luck and love wherever you go and always rooting for you <3!!
u bringing up bug abandoning steve first ,,, oh ur so right and i WILL be addressing that (steve finally asks for the entire reason ,,,, trust)
and ur so right about how grim of a situation it is. steve and bug reflect the hurt nancy and jon gave onto them. steve is afraid of being lead on again and not being enough (nancy lied about loving him and he wasnt enough in the end). bug is afraid that love itself isnt enough, that theres more than just loving one another that goes into a relationship (jon loved her and yet in the end it wasnt enough).
both babies are hurt :((((
LEAVE JON ALONE THO MANS NEEDED TO VENT TO HIS BESTIE AND BUG WAS ENTIRELY OK WITH THIS !!! SHE NEEDED TO VENT AS WELL !!! (nancy wont be ok with it tho lmao)
and im happy everyone is loving robin <333 i have a cute and sweet scene planned between her and bug later that im so excited to share :')
the final part of your ask, im so so so happy my story means that much to you and i am sending you a million kisses my love <3333 im always rooting for you as well and youre such a sweetheart
#procrastinationprincesses#ask#m speaks#nyas insight#also some phrases in this made me GIGGLE#read it earlier just after waking up and i was delirious and happy
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Man, I'm going a bit crazy with the idea of Mephiboseth and Absalom a bit here like, for starters Mephisboseth has to deal with the whole drama that if it wasn't because he had already been injured that the people who took care of him would have never loved him or let him live long enough as he is now. Cuz he is the heir of Jonathan after all, but also its the exact reason that he is the son of Jonathan that David cares about the boy so much, maybe just as much as Solomon, even though it isn't so noticeable when there's a lot of the problems in the family that arouse due to David's many wives and children.
One of which is of course Absalom. And to an extent I feel like he would become jealous but, I also like to think about he would grow out of that when he sees that 1)Mephisboseth poses no threat to him, heck less threat than his brothers currently do, 2) He seems a bit more lonely in the regard that he is the only heir of a lost family whose only person he could call a familiar being the maid that saved and keeps caring for him like a mother. And 3) Maybe the idea of Tamar being close to Mephisboseth would be nice to write about (but will also add a sadder tone when Mephisboseth can't do anything about what's going to happen to Tamar. 😔) especially considering how her other bothers might be.
Like maybe Mephisboseth is also quite the contrast compared to Absalom who is pompous and extroverted in his own regard. Like even when the deals of the court get to be too much Absalom can go back to Mephisboseth because with him there's no need to put on a show so that he can look better than his two (one really, the second son seems to be as invisible as middle child gets) brothers. After some years he might not care much about his father's favoritism because well, he knows he is great enough by himself. Not as wise as Solomon but enough, probably because Mephisboseth and Tamar hype him up a lot. (And that care that Tamar shows to them probably is what makes Amnon so bitter to the point of committing horrible things in the first place. Because not only is he hurting Tamar, he also hurts Absalom who wasn't present at the one time Tamar needed her, and Mephisboseth who even if he was, wouldn't have been strong enough to help her— or maybe would have tried and ended up getting more hurt because of his disability.)
Either way of how you put the story, the tragedy will so deep throat that I can't stop thinking about it.
And sidenote, the fact that Siba was kept in charge of Mephiboseth during the rebellion of Absalom was just a little note honestly but my mind went to the idea that maybe, because Mephiboseth cares about Absalom so much he would have tried to help him in any way he can, and David— who had met in secret with Jonathan before, who knows the lengths he would have gone for to be with the one he loves– tries to impose him from meeting Absalom in the case that another son of his, the son of *Jonathan*, dies. (Not to mention he would also have broken his covenant with Jonathan if Mephiboseth were to die.)
Sorry mate. I'm so sorry but you are suffering with me after giving me this idea 😔
Hey, I have no problem suffering with you! Where are all my papers on Mephi/Absolom stuff!? 😫
I couldn't agree with you more on this! There are so many themes you could explore with a story about Mephiboseth. The conflicts... The emotional turmoil... aahh! I believe the dynamic between Absolom and Mephi would be such a fascinating aspect.
Mephiboseth suffered greatly from the trauma of his accident and the sudden loss of his father in one single day. Following this, Siba, Saul's servant, tended to him and relocated him to a place literary called “Nothing,” reinforcing Mephi’s belief that he is insignificant. Even in the Bible, his insecurity is evident as he refers to himself as “nothing more than a dead dog.” Therefore, when he gets an summon to David’s palace and meet the king and his family for the first time, I always wonder about what is his perspective? Does Mephi harbor resentment? Is there jealousy towards Absalom and David’s other sons who grew up in a luxurious palace— a life that was meant to be his? And imagine if Jonathan had survived, then Absalom and Mephiboseth would have grown up together as brothers….
And yhea, It is pretty much canon that Absolom and Mephiboseth are the opposite from each other. Like you said, one is beautiful, popular, pompous, extroverted and a prince. And the other is lame, introverted and a "nobody". Which is something I can eat everyday! I just love the opposite attracts trope!
For Absalom, he had grown up in a grand palace that strictly forbade the presence of anyone with disabilities. David, for a really stupid reason, held a strong dislike towards those who were blind or deaf. However, everything took a different turn when David brought a new child into the court, publicly declaring him as his own son and warning sternly that any harm towards the boy would be met with severe consequences. I think this sudden change could leave Absalom confused and somewhat resentful of his father's abrupt favoritism towards this random boy. He probably would feel jealous at first, but probably quickly shifts and not lingering on these emotions for long.
I also see that the relationship between David and Mephiboseth is not entirely healthy. David's protectiveness towards Mephiboseth could even borders to an obsession, stemming from his fear of losing "Jonathan” again. I thinks that Mephi would looks and resembling his father in every way, When Mephiboseth stands before him, David is overcome with emotion.
Picture him trembling on the floor before the king, uncertain of his fate, why he is here. In a surprising turn, David pulls him into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face, perhaps softly uttering Jonathan's name. Confused and hesitant, Mephiboseth eventually returns the hug. 😭
David has good intentions and cares deeply for Mephiboseth, but his love for him seems to come with conditions. It raises the question of whether David's affection for Mephiboseth would remain unchanged if he were not Jonathan's son. The likely answer is no, something that Mephiboseth probably already knows about. The only reason David lifts the ban on disabled individuals entering the palace is because he desires to have Mephiboseth live with him and his family.
Then we have David's overprotectiveness during the rebellion. Despite being torn between loyalty to Absalom and David, Mephiboseth is forced to remain at the palace due to Siba's influence. Siba, believing that a lame person should not stand beside the King, prevents Mephiboseth from joining David but as well not allowed to follow Absalom. It could be that David might actually be alright with leaving Mephiboseth behind at the palace. A recurring theme in "The Prince’s Psalm" is how others underestimate David and try to forces him to stay low and at home. His family unknowingly hurts him when they are doing it. This mirrors how David unknowingly makes the same the mistreatment he endured from his brothers onto Mephiboseth.
There could be also a theme with David not viewing Mephibosheth as his own person. When Siba lies that Mephibosheth has betrayed David and that he has left the palace, David becomes enraged and gives all the inheritance that he would give to Mephibosheth to Siba instead, not taking time to think or ask for evidence. It also shows that he doesn’t really know Mephibosheth, that he immediately believes someone else's words. It gives the feeling of "putting him on a pedestal." What I'm trying to say here is that David loves Mephibosheth for Jonathan’s sake. It's a beautiful thing between David and Jonathan but not as much for Mephibosheth, if you know what I mean.
And there are so many parallels between David and Jonathan’s story with Absalom and Mephibosheth. It has the same story beats but the roles are reversed. The "shepherd" stays in the castle while the prince is on the run from the king.
Regarding Tamar, it's a very sensitive topic. The assault of Tamar in the Bible is only used as motivation for Absalom to start the rebellion. After that, Tamar isn't important narratively anymore. She is only mentioned once more after the assault, when Absalom names his firstborn after his sister. This act struck me as such sweet thing, cuz it's probably the only time in the Bible where a male character celebrates having a daughter. Personally, I've always been uncomfortable with female characters experiencing trauma solely to drive the motivations of male characters. As well as that a character would sexually abuse another character just to hurt someone else. Amnon comes across as nothing more than a creepy stalker in the bible, and I don't think he doesn't need any additional motivation for assaulting Tamar. Like you said, I really like the idea of having Mephibosheth and Tamar become good friends, leading Amnon to feel jealousy. But it wouldn’t be the main factor why he was harming Tamar in the first place. He was obsessed with her already and resorted to trickery to manipulate David into sending her alone to his bedchamber—a situation that would never have occurred if she hadn't been ordered or coerced into it. I do think that both Absalom and Mephi would blame themselves that they couldn't protect her but then Absalom redirects that resentment towards David. This would happened to Mephi as well but he becomes conflicted. That he don't want to blame David for forcing Tamar to be alone with Amnon at first but then realize it later. I'm not sure about what I could add to Tamar's story…. Perhaps keeping her involved in the story could enhance her character arc? For instance, instead of Siba aiding Mephibosheth in meeting Absalom secretly, maybe Tamar could fulfill this role instead? I dunno, I'm not sure.
Though if Mephibosheth and Absalom's relationship were romantic, then David would probably immediately spot it. 😅 I don’t think that he would mind in the beginning, and even it would make him reminisce his memories with Jonathan. But when Absalom starts the rebellion, he obviously sees him as a threat to Mephibosheth. And after Absalom’s death… Yeah, there we have the sad juice. David mourns for his son's death and we have Mephibosheth mourning too by David's side. It's like a reflection of Saul and Jonathan, but this time, it’s “David” who died. And it's the King and the “prince“ still living.
I WANT THIS TO BE A BOOK SO MUCH! 😫
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im deeply bored so here are all of my gay 911 thoughts for your entertainment.
OKAY SO
Idk about 911 being queerbait guys...i dont think it ever was. I think we have entered a new era of fanservice. Usually with queerbait, the creators and people involved in the show are quite vicious to shippers and queer fans generally, and any easter egg or "moment" feels like crumbs to keep us hooked enough.
911 acknowledged the shipping very very early. Like second half of season 2, and there has never ONCE been a joke at the expense of the concept of being gay, or about buck or eddie being queer. It was simply a nod, like "hey, we get it, you want it, thats all good."
Its not 2010 anymore, gay people are accepted and visible in a way that has never been a reality in the past. In fact, gay people, especially gay men, have come to be understood as a fantastic marketing tool.
This is where i get jaded and cynical, but listen the outcome is the same so stick with me here. Gay pairings and relationships = money is not a groundbreaking concept. It's why they did queerbait. But with stuff like supernatural, it seemed like a far greater risk to make the repressed men kiss than to piss of the queer fanbase. But times have changed. But since the age of queerbait, there has been a rise in gay romance content being made, and being made FOR the fangirls, boys and theys. Think Red, White and Royal Blue, or Heartstopper, or Young Royals, or Our Flag Means Death, or Good Omens. Gay isn't a risk anymore, its a marketing category with a level of guaranteed success. And not just in the global north, Boys Love content has been booming in places like Japan, Thailand, Korea for decades, but never more than now. TV companies in these places figured out very quickly that producing fluffy, comforting gay love stories earns them billions, and have not hesitated to seize this opportunity. My point being, gay dudes sell as fuck.
911 got cancelled and had to move networks. The budget is too high and they need to pull viewership and quick. I think their answer is canonise that ship! I couldn't tell you if that was there original intent, but i do believe that it would be far less lucrative to fuck over their viewer base. I could be wrong, this could be a crazy long game to make the fans trust the show, then pull the rug from under them. But i truly think we are past that point with shows like this.
911 is pure fluff! No one ever dies, if someone is hurt they recover quickly and with no complications, conflict is tame and easily resolvable, and everyone is a sickeningly good person. And the show is also about family, found family, unconventional families. I think originally, the unconventionality of the eddie, buck and chris family dynamic was that it is two men who are not together or married raising a child as coparents and friends. Which is a great story, but even better fanfiction fodder.
I think they are going to do it like the fanfiction. It's the easiest way to bridge the epistemic gap between the current cannon and the reality of both buck and eddie being queer and having feelings for each other. they could try and explain it in their own way, but the fans have already done it, and have clearly agreed on some elements of how this love story plays out, so i think that will be the route they go down. Currently my evidence is that Buck is now canonically bisexual. For some reason a lot of the ships people have have one bisexual and one gay, so the trope is being realised. My next piece of evidence is the catholic thing for eddie. This has literally never come up, its a fan invention, and its in the show now. The eddie and marisol plot line is slightly bizzare, but i think the reason for that is that it is eddie making sense of why he struggles so much to commit to the women he dates. Or its just a bad storyline and isnt very coherent. I guess we will see. My next evidence is the whole set up of Tommy. He is so clearly a way to push eddie and buck together in my opinion. From his introduction, he acts as a wedge between the two that neither of them can make sense of. Very love triangle energy. And my last evidence is all of those goddamn interviews. It seems no one can shut up about these fire fighters getting it on with each other. I feel if they weren't doing it, there would be more effort to shut down the clowning gently, as they have done previously.
In conclusion, i too am a clown. My theory has rocky foundations, a rocky middle and an equally rocky conclusion. I am so tired and delulu right now. I'm with you girlies, this is stressful.
#911#buddie#what am i doing#what is this#why am i here#i started watching the show a week ago i feel i have added nothing to the discussion#screaming into the void af
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crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader
slow burn/enemies to lovers
description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part.
warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity
disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.
chapters: next [payback] last
Two days went by slowly. You were concerned about Ghost, but quite frankly didn't dare to ask about his condition yet. As you came down from your adrenaline high, you started thinking more about the mission. You didn't think twice when it came to saving his life, even if he's been an ass to you, you did for him what he did for you. You acted right then and there. Not obeying his order when he told you to abandon him, the consequences didn't cross your mind.
It's illegal to disobey an order. Fuck, you were going to be dismissed already. Your pride told you fuck that - if you had to be dismissed over saving someone - your superior's life, then so be it. You'd rather be dismissed than leave someone like that. Plus, he saved your life, too.
Price did call you into his office for a meeting, and your heart nearly dropped. You expected to be dismissed but felt it was still wrong. Would they understand your thought process?
--
While you explained to Price about the situation, what occurred and how you acted upon instinct, he understood.
"Disobeying a superior officer's orders is illegal, mate. Legally, I should dismiss you. But you hold value to our team," he sighed. "You got fire in ya, I'm starting to see it. I like that. You did what needed to be done, and got it done - well."
You nodded while you had trouble maintaining eye contact, ready for him to just drop the bomb.
"I ain't gonna dismiss ya, kid," he shook his head. "Matter of fact, not gonna put it in the books or on record."
You breathe out a sigh of relief, "S-shit - thanks, cap."
He smiled at you, bright blue eyes crinkling as he blinked at you.
"How's Ghost?" you finally asked.
"He's... alive. In the hospital. Should be transferred to on-base medics soon," he informed. "Have a good day, y/l/n."
--
You go about your days as per usual. Training, shootin' the shit with the guys. It was different without Ghost around, admittedly. Word says he'll be on base tomorrow, so everyone talks about visiting him and if you guys should get him gifts.
"I'm going to get him a card and balloon..." you spoke up.
"Thanks for saving L.T., y/n," Soap thanked you, sincere evident on his face. "Some balls to not follow an order by him."
"Yeah," you chuckle. "Thankfully captain isn't dismissing me."
"We knew he wouldn't," Gaz smiled.
--
You traveled off base and bought a 'get well soon' card along with a skull balloon. Fits him well, you thought.
Arriving back, you sat at your desk thinking of what to write. You're welcome for saving your life. You made it. Glad you're alive. Sorry for not following your order.
No. You were stumped and finally settled on something.
You saved my life, so I guess this is payback. Get well soon. -Diamond.
Good enough.
You walk to the medic station, hopefully not too late as everyone else was leaving.
"Sorry, I'm late..."
"Nah, not too late," Price said. "Go on in. He'll be out soon, though."
--
As you walk in through the tent, you peek through the curtain.
"Ghost?"
He groaned.
"Hi..." you mutter.
He sighed as he opened his eyes at you. "What is it, kid? You know that what you did is illegal, punishable, and could, probably will, get you dismissed?" he scolded weakly.
"I already had a talk with Price about it. But I made a call and saved your life. If that gets me dismissed, then so be it. I wasn't going to let you die," you retorted with fire in your throat as you placed the card and balloon beside him on the table. "You know... Most people just say thank you... for saving their life."
Yeah, you used his own line against him. The fuck was he going to do about it?
Making your way to the door, and turning the handle, you heard shuffling and his grunts. He'd sat up, sighing. "Bloody hell. You're... right. Thanks... Diamond."
"Yep," you nod at him, hands behind your back, shifting on your feet as you become nervous, sharing eye contact with him, the way he looked at you was different. You click your tongue, thinking in between the awkward silence.
"Well, let me know if you need anything, sir."
He blinked slowly, head tilting down. "Simon."
"Oh..." you nod slowly, head running rampant at the fact he just told you his name. "Okay, Simon. I'll check on you soon."
--
Soap offers to take you out for drinks that night, and you don't hesitate to accept the offer. You were stressed. Hell, your whole body was stressed. You didn't even have the energy to get out of your uniform and told him you'd be the one driving as you didn't plan on getting plastered.
Arriving there, you and Soap find seats at the bar. You order y/f/d [your favorite drink], while Soap orders a whole pitcher of beer - expectedly.
"Ghost's warming up to ya," Soap chatted. "'S a good thing, bonnie. I know he's pissed atcha, but he's thankful for it, deep down."
"I know," you smiled, sipping on your beverage. "He told me."
He choked on his drink, "L.T. said thank you to ya?"
"Aye," you laughed while mocking his accent.
"Quit that."
You take a final swig while you request one more from the bartender.
"Steamin' bloody Jesus..." Soap checked you out. "Yer a maise." (Scottish Gaelic for 'beauty').
You look confused and ask what the hell that means. But you've discovered you had a thing for accents. Holy shit, Ghost's accent rang through your ears smoother than silk, paired nicely with his deep, gravel voice. Soap's was charming and made the Scottish language sound... honestly, sexy. No, you're not going back and forth between who you may like more, but you have to appreciate their attractiveness. Thinking of your captain and Gaz these ways would be weirder, as you've grown close to them like family.
"Yer a beauty, lass," he chuckles as he finishes off his second pitcher already. "Cannae help t'notice it."
Blushing, you thank him.
"I know ya like Ghost, though, lass," he squinted at you. "Don't think no one's noticed."
"What?!" you deny, even though the heat on your face gives it away.
He laughs in response.
"Soap, what the hell?"
The more you tried to defend yourself, the deeper you dug your hole, so you gave up. Whatever.
--
You two drowned out the night in long conversations, banter, and stories. You were too many drinks in and decided you couldn't drive anymore. Soap was pissed drunk at this point. You absent-mindedly tried to outdrink him, not knowing the consequences.
Gaz and Price came to pick you guys up, Price drove you guys back to base while Gaz drove your vehicle back.
"Christ, you two're pissed," Price laughed.
--
You don't remember the ride home, or how you got in your room, but you passed out cold, and still in uniform. Thankfully you have no missions tomorrow.
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