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The look on Dutch's face when Hosea is shot is so devasted. His voice is ruined. It's such a huge turning point.
I know for a fact someone else has mentioned this but Dutch didn't want to do the bank job. Imagine how he felt knowing he'd been proven right. Imagine how he felt knowing that his one closest friend, lover, wanted to do this so bad and wanted to fix everything and fucking got shot for it.
Imagine how Hosea fell in those last few seconds when he can hear Dutch pleading to have him return and he suddenly thinks that Dutch was right and there's nothing he could do because he's been shot
#im in a very angsty mood rn#nest talks#vandermatthews if you squint#vandermatthews#rdr2#rdr2 spoilers
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Come check me out!
#yes I also have male characters#nest talks#artfight#art fight 2022#art fight team bloom#team bloom#oc#ocs#illustration
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ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏᴜʀs. werewolf kiri au.
you wake up under a mountain of furs.
light comes flickering from the hearth and, warm and welcoming as it is—you've no idea where you are.
you don't recognize the inside of the cabin; it's certainly not yours, nor is its layout that of any you’ve seen in the village. it's rather plain, with a singular window and table and chair and small fireplace, empty enough that you wonder how anyone could live comfortably with so little.
outside, the winter storm rages on, and there's a howl that cuts through the air that strikes bone-deep.
all at once your memories come back to you: dragged through town with bound hands and ankles, in only a thin night dress, screaming with all your might as the physician that delivered you into this world tied you to an old pine, along with the priest and the man that sold you blueberries in the spring.
people you knew and loved. had trusted.
the memories become hazy after a while, darkening with the night that crept in. you remember your body losing its feeling, but not its fear. you remember the violence of the storm, breaking trees and branches and uprooting the forest floor. you remember the horrible and hulking shape of something rising in the moonlight.
the door shoves open then, with enough force to send you scurrying back into the corner of the room. the blizzard tries to rush inside, but a man stands in its way, leaning back against the wood to keep the wind and snow out where it belongs. he's—big, as tall as the frame and just as wide, with thick hair that he's tied back, messy and low.
he's rosy in his cheeks and on the tip of his nose, as bright as the eyes that snap to you the moment you dare to breathe.
he doesn't say anything, at first. the bag of firewood he sets at his feet settles as he turns to you in interest, eyebrows raised. the clothes he's wearing look—old and worn, certainly not suitable for the storm roaring outside, with the holes and tears in the fabric. the boots he has on, however, seem heavy, have his steps echoing when he moves further into the room.
you pull your knees up to your chest and try to shrink away; beneath your thin dress, your skin has pebbled up, reminding you of just how vulnerable you still are.
your fear translates; the man stops on the other side of the little table, breathing in deeply before raising his hands up in what reads as surrender.
"hello," he finally says, and when you don't respond, he places a thick hand to his dark-haired chest and introduces himself as, "eijirou."
he nods emphatically and then repeats himself, as if to reinforce the name. you only grant him a small nod in return—and he smiles. it's wide, stretching across his face, and friendly, authentic enough that you question whether you're as damned as you thought, or perhaps saved.
how did you even get here? the question finally thaws out from the recesses of your brain and you take another look around the room as if the answer lies between the wood or nestled into the furs. this place looks too hand-crafted, you realize, all of it—and the man before you looks like he could move mountains, if he wanted to.
the chains that had bound you were iron-strong and didn't once budge in all your thrashing, before things went dark—but now you are inside by a well-maintained fire, warm and free, and all that remains of your ill fate are the indentions worn into your wrists.
he's still staring at you, the man. eijirou. he's not moved any closer, either, and when you meet his curious gaze, his lips twist and his eyes narrow. a thoughtful noise comes out of his mouth, like he's thinking of what to say or how to say it, and you're reminded that you don't recognize where you are, nor do you recognize him in the slightest.
big as he is, you don't think he could have carried you too far in a snowstorm such as the one still raging outside; are you still somewhere deep in the forest? in a cabin at the heart of the wood? saved by a man that somehow survives with so little out in the middle of nowhere?
"eijirou," you test the name on your lips and he perks up at the sound, attention snapping back to you instantly. you don't know if it's winter seeping through the floor, or if it's in the way that he watches you, that makes you shiver.
finally, he asks, "cold?" and when you nod, he slowly makes his way over to you, carefully, as if approaching a deer ready to run.
—and then he sheds his shirt with a quick shrug and holds it out to you.
you should want to look away, for decency sake, but you're—stunned by it, by him. there's a litany of scars that paint him in odd and worrisome places, but he stands tall and strong before you, unbothered by his own state. unbothered by the eyes that run over the expanse of his bare shoulders, the dark, thick trail of hair running down from his belly button, the ripples of muscle his loose shirt did well to hide.
you take it from him carefully and it's so warm, almost hot, that you press it to your face immediately to chase away the chatter of your jaw. the material itself, however ragged, is big enough to drape over your curled form like a blanket, and so you do just that. it carries the earthy smell of the woods, deeply woven into the fabric; pine and musk and something smoky.
with your cheek still pressed to his shirt, you look up to thank him, at last, but the words still in your throat at the minute changes of his face: still smiling, though sharper now, somehow, and his eyes are still wide with that keen, rapt interest—but the crimson to them has set like the sun and they've grown just as dark as the night outside.
#i wrote this like a madman pls excuse the first draft quality hehe#PLEASEEEE he's so akfhahfkah isn't socialized LOL#doesn't talk to anyone really 🥺has no reason to 🥺#he's new to all this 🥺#doesn't mean to put you in his lil nest and cover you in the smell of him 👀#okay well he DOES but he didn't know it would AFFECT HIM THAT WAY PLEASE#ugh this has been living in my head for so long i'll write more of this when it isn't 1 am LOL#✿ thoughts: kirishima#✿ willow writes#song is wolf like me by tv on the radio !!!
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Sam Reich from Game Changer lays eggs!
#doin a talk#THIS IS A JOKE BASED ON THE BUZZER EP. WITH THE LITTLE NESTING DOLLS . OK#flag by yourfavlayseggs of course#game changer#dropout tv#sam reich#dropout
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I think spearmaster instead of shedding they just leave behind spears all over suns can, like suns walk into spearmasters den and there's just like 300 needles laying around and 50 more pinned into the wall
Imagine this is one of those shelters within the can that spearmaster just claimed as their den. Even though there isn't 300 spears laying around in the den, there's definitely 300 in suns chamber 👍
#god this is so rushed#sorry for the shitty rendering#just wanted to show spears took after suns artistic taste a lil bit#yes they did infact drag a bunch of rags and lanterns up the wall#we dont talk about where the paints are from#their nest is like a bunch of their needles#but stacked below branches and rags so they can eep without being stabbed#rain world#gijinka#my art#comic#seven red suns#rw spearmaster#rain world spearmaster#lyss art#travel puppet au#lore art
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I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes
#This is 100% swinging at a hell of a hornet's nest#Do I tag it?#Yeah fuck it we ball#fe3h#fe16#edelgard von hresvelg#claude von riegan#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#rhea fire emblem#I should probably clarify that I love all of these characters quite dearly#Well except Rhea#I think she's a good character but I'm not feral about her like Edelgard or charmed by her like Claude or desperate to save her like Dimitr#discourse#edelgard discourse#Edit: I actually don’t care about 3H discourse either way lol#there’s plenty of interesting shit to talk about in this game#also I get that the people who say “x did war crimes” actually don’t mean “this was bad because it violated the Geneva Convention”#but any time I see something about how many war crimes someone did (usually Edelgard or Dimitri) I just think:#“Hah it’s a war crime to deploy Cyril to rescue Flayn because he’s still 14 then”#also I got into this game because someone told me ‘so there’s a gal with an axe and trauma’ and I booted it up#and I have a friend who likes Rhea despite his moral reservations solely because ‘she’s hot tho’#and that’s also really funny#point is I don’t really wanna participate in most fe3h discourse cuz I have shit to do but this post isn’t meant to be a dunk on anyone#I’m not upset when I see it; it’s either funny or fine or sometimes right#I’m just gay for Edelgard and amused by the idea of applying the Geneva Convention to a world where it Clearly Isn’t A Thing
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Writing is so fun because I'll go like "why are all my reoccuring lines about eyes and things ending too soon, these are bad vibes" as if I'm merely a bystander and not the one purposefully creating parallels
#i am a vessel for these words and i dont like it!!!#why are the vibes sad???#whats going to happen!!!!#i dont know but i do know it'll end too soon!!!#also when i say writing is fun i mean horrible and im covered in blood right now?#it's not mine#its yours reader#its yours#nest talks#rambles
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AGENT 8 TIME BABY!!! IM FINALLY SATISFIED WITH HER DESIGNNNNN
Sidenote: Her hair used to be as puffy as the Rival Octolings, but something happened between the end of Sploon1 and Sploon2 that made her hair "shrink" to what we see in game (the physical appearance of Inkfish is influenced by both environmental pressures and social contexts. It may have been because she was taken off the field, thus reducing environmental stressors, or it may be bc she was making efforts to hide her Octarian identity to make blending in with Inkadians easier upon escaping. Or both! I havent written it out yet). Rediscovering/Remembering her heritage thanks to other ex-Octarians moving to the surface, and an overall acceptance/acknowledgement of Octaria by Inkadia as a legitimate nation, shes "puffing" her tentacles again!
#shes...got a history with Octaria that she doesnt want to go back to or talk about. It fueled her yearning for something beyond the domes#the Inkantation only strengthened what she already felt deep down.#splatoon#splatoon fanart#agent 8#opal owl’s nest
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i loved the part of the book where piranesi resolves to take better care of himself while he's rediscovering his own history. he just has so much compassion for himself! the journal upsets him so he takes a week off and does things he enjoys and then he settles into a safe place when he wants to tackle the subject again. and he doesn't believe The Other when he's told about his amnesia! he values his own insights and his own knowledge of the House even when fucking ketterley is actively trying to undermine his sense of self. piranesi's gentle treatment of himself and the person he used to be is genuinely so moving.
#piranesi#i could go on about his recounting of the times he let himself go hungry and made stupid decisions#but there's nothing in the way of self-recrimination#he just says:#i didn't know then what i know know and i would do things differently#he stands up for himself when he's talking to raphael too even though he likes her#obvs he's got oodles of compassion for other people too#he takes care of the dead. he gives nesting material to the albatrosses. he leaves the herring gulls alone before retrieving the paper#he enters the scary room for The Other. he warns sixteen about the flood. he blesses the prophet#(who does not fucking deserve it)#he writes directions to the statue#even when he comes back he goes and finds poor james ritter#but it's the self compassion that touches me the most
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I know Gligar is supposed to be a vampire bat but uhm. What if it was a sugarglider
#hoof draws#submas#ingo seeing a very dangerous purple floaty thing like YOOO. I HAVE TO CATCH THAT THING RIGHT NOW#comes back to it's nest every day for a week straight and lets it eat his blood. much to everyone's confusion#eventually succeeds in catching a little meow meow :]#//also tangentially. i love scenarios where they reunite & emmet asks ingo to infodump abt something as an excuse to hear his voice again#it's a win win for everyone :] emmet gets to hear his brother talk for 2 hours straight and ingo gets to talk about little creatures
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with every thing i learn about what the directors of totk said in interviews it all just gets worse huh?
the thing about the shiekah tech just vanishing and nobody caring enough to look into it was already rough and now i learn they said that -after botw zelda wondered if hyrule as a kingdom was still needed but then totk happens- just sounds like she wondered if hyrule as a kingdom still needed to exist in the way it had been (which would be an interesting change for once and also make sense for her character) and then they took her back into the distant past with the super good guy king of a godly race to teach her the lesson what her place is and that yes, their monarchy needed and good and really given to her by "gods" and what if big evil black man shows up again
i dont have the energy to get into it further but needed to say soemthing about it bc it keeps bothering me :(
#ganondoodles talks#ganondoodles rants#kinda#anyway#zelda#totk#big yt theory guy posted a video about how he doesnt like totk and was very defensive about it knowing hes swinging a bat at hornets nest#and i was surprised by that and commented on it that he isnt as alone in feeling like that as he might think#and bc its youtube theres gotta be some weirdos#so someone really saw my comment in probably 300+ comments by now#and felt the need to say that they didnt get anything from what i said other than me writing -zonai- as sonau#which i considered replying to with -other languages exist-#but its really not worth to get into a discussion with some rando on youtube#i then discovered you cant block people on youtube anymore just mute them either#also their account name had -israel- as the first word in it so#something tells me they wouldnt be very fun to argue with
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something i’m just realizing about the “dick is damian’s parent” fics is that they often point out that after bruce came back, dick left for bludhaven immediately. but i just realized that’s not quite true.
bruce came back, and there were briefly two batmans (batmen?) at the same time. and then bruce left the country to go set up batman inc, for some weird reason, and dick stayed as batman to resolve some final issues. so yeah dick and damian kept being batman and robin for a good bit of time after bruce returned. do with that information what you will
#dick is damian’s parent is my favorite fic trope at the moment lol#i love how he fuckin hates dealing with this kid but also loves him like he’s his own son#and damian starts idolizing dick; his mentor his hero his caregiver; while also being a little shit (but less genuinely aggressive abt it)#every batfamily relationship is so complicated and great#dick grayson#damian wayne#bruce wayne#mine#my favorite dick scene with him is in nightwing when damian calls#and dick is like fuckkkkk i don’t wanna pick up bc then i’ll have to TALK to him 😩😩😩#and my favorite damian interaction is when dick is showing him a birds nest while they’re on the tallest building in gotham#and damian goes ‘wowwww this is SO interesting i can’t wait to tweet about it’#they’re both so insufferable lmao i love them
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It explains a lot about the internet that saying "a fictional character can have noble motivations and goals but still do horrible fucked up wrong shit in pursuit of those goals" is a controversial take
#especially in a fandom where 'has noble goals but uses torture to get there' is a whole ass character type#you know what im talking about#fandom#I'm not kicking the wasps nest but i am throwing rocks near it
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I have a new brother everyone
@shikihis
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OH. okay so normally i dont touch discourse with a 20 ft pole, but this has been niggling at my brain tonight and i finally realized why
the people who are mad at qbbh for the memory loss and “dodging consequences” dont understand that he doesnt want to dodge consequences. Like they cant know that, they werent focused on him when he was literally feeding himself to the soul vultures and planning his eventual imprisonment and also. The Many Many Many hints he made towards suicide/sacrifice/Just Fucking Dying.
ccbbh is a subtle roleplayer, he’s been building this shit up for two whole months- it was day FIVE of the eggs going missing that he resolved to do whatever it took (hurting his friends) to get the eggs back. It was day three that he followed in dapper’s footsteps and started feeding himself to the soul vultures (and gaining a Massive headwound beneath his hood in the process- you can only see it if you go on namemc and remove the layers). He’s got impaired judgement. Even the memory issues arent a new thing- i cant remember exactly when they started, but one of the first big moments i remmeber was september 30th where he spent an hour falling into a delusional frenzy searching his base for cameras that he forgot he asked aypierre to plant.
The super murder of purgatory and the memory loss afterwards probably all feels very sudden for people who havent been following his story, but as someone who has been- all of this has been true to character. The only cheap swings he’s made have been combat-based in purgatory, and even the motive for those was built up in rp.
People are calling for consequences, but he has alrwady been experiencing self-inflicted consequences for months. The blue on his usual outfit is blood. This recent memory loss isnt a restart to get away with the atrocities - it is yet another consequence of his egg-protecting complexes and the ways he punishes himself for failing them.
he is NOT a moral character. he’s a demon hiding in plain site. he has eaten people. he has killed people. he understands the cruelty of his actions, and the consequences of them for the loved ones of his victims. but it matters when that harm is being done to his loved ones. he’ll still do it, because he will do anything for the eggs, but it matters, and that means that he has already started the process of self-inflicting those much-demanded consequences
#anyone who isnt a qbbh makn please extend some sympathy for us. our guy is being misunderstood again#so if people seem twitchier than usual that probbaly plays a factor#but if it ever gets annoying be rest assured he is doing his very best to train us in media literacy#and also the block and filter buttons are your friends#and qbbh mains join me in the genuinely freeing revelation that they have just. strawmanned him yet again#i feel like youve gotta be able to understand a character to truly hate them#and no one (not even us oh my fucking god) really understand him#and thus the vitrol means nothing and i am free of all woes#anyway tho genuinely if you want to know more about this cube im willing to talk about him#i have Credentials#one of my posts was dono’d to the cc almost word for word and he called me a know it all#qsmp#qsmp badboyhalo#discourse#<- mentioned#an interestinf discussion could be had too about xyz character Deserving xyz thing#and really people in general Deserving xyz thing#but i think that is a wasp nest i dont know enough about to join swatting#i ngeed. to go to bed
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Nightmare.
4 has doubts shortly after her confession to 3 about whether theyre going to stay, or leave her for 8 the second they realize that shes simply "the better option".
(Btw lines are from here!)
#THEY WONT LEAVE HER BUT SHE DOESNT KNOW THAT YET#dork is a mess when talking abt romance#the nightmare shows flashes of her time before she regained her confidence. Those were her lowest most vulnerable points#splatoon#splatoon fanart#agent 4#agent 3#captain 3#agent 12#(technically)#agent 96#opal owl’s nest
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