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marihem · 6 days

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Let me be the one to ask. How did you come up with this Queerplatonic Frans concept? What drew you into making this?

Aww thank you for asking such a delicious question, pal! Hope you're ready to listen to my 1 am rambles XD

Alright so, to be completely honest...I actually don't truly know how Romance works to execute it myself 😬

Haha yup, sadly, the concept of Romance and Romantic Attraction didn't naturally come to me my whole life and I had a hard time understanding them. (Skill issue, amiright?) So I learned about them through fiction. And even then, my understanding of Romance was a little bit different from what it's usually is (spoiler: it wasn't actually Romance, the word I needed was "Queerplatonic").

I've drawn ship arts before I started drawing Frans and let me tell you, almost all of them were 2 characters just standing next to each other, no hugs, no kisses. Maybe they'll look at each other with fondness. And I was like "hell yeah, I've achieved Romance 😌" pfft.

My 2020 Frans works were where my ship art skills got improved. But you can still see that they aren't explicitly romantic (like, the first time I drew a Frans forehead kiss was for a request). Whatever, I was drawing stuffs about my fav lil guys and I was happy... and yet a tiny part of me wasn't feeling it, like it felt...odd to call them romantic. All these shippy art and I still felt uncomfortable to draw something extremely Romantic. (...this kinda sounds similar to a comphet kind of situation, you get what I'm saying?)

2 years later, I learned about the term "queerplatonic" and just like that, everything made sense =o Now THAT'S the kind of relationship I've been thinking about all these years and it felt magical. Suddenly, with this new knowledge, drawing shippy art felt more comfortable for me, cozy even. Cuz now, the "romance" I'm making is like something a little special for me.

And then I thought "what if I...👀" I grabbed Frisk and Sans like figurines and used them to make my own little ideas of a queerplatonic relationship as they were the perfect materials to work with for me.

I've actually been busying myself with thinking up ideas for them a year before I revealed it to my mutuals, even long before I revealed it publicly 😅

Still, my Roommate Banter AU Frans is still classic romantic. I've only been making funny lil contents of them but I swear! They're secretly crushing on each other, there's romance underneath! I just suck at Romance 😭

So yeah, TL:DR, I don't completely understand romance so I did what I felt comfortable and did actually get the most, approach a ship with a queerplatonic lens.

Tho I'm still learning about Romance cuz there're other ships I'd love to draw shippy art for XD

Anyways, yeah thank you to anyone who read all of this and thank you dear anon for indulging me with your ask <3 Have a lovely day/night ^^

#asks #thank you for the ask!#frans #ah it felt so good to talk about this #even if it looks like i'm just talking into the void #but we all know that void is full of many wonderful things hehe #also i'm so tired and i should sleep but i couldn't so here i am #it's past 2 am by the time i'm done typing cuz i kept getting distracted #again thank you if you read all of this including the tags #imma pass out now #good nighttt #i hope there aren't typos and grammar mistakes above #aroace struggles amirite?#qpr frans

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istadris · 5 months

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I keep thinking about what would be the reactions of the Mario Gang (Mario, Luigi, Peach, Bowser and even Daisy at this point) if Dimentio ever came back from the Underwhere, more demented and obsessed for Luigi than before. Better yet, what would the villains that are after Luigi think of this guy and his plan for the scared lil plumber? Like, would King Boo try to use it to his advantage or be absolutely raging that someone has caused Luigi more trauma than him and is actively trying to take his trophy away? Would Antasma use those memories to make Luigi experience the worse night terrors of his life to feed on or would he try to shoo Dimentio away cause he doesn't want to share Luigi's powers with anyone?

Anon, you send me the loveliest asks >8D

For the gang, I think it's safe to assume it would be shoot on sight policy as soon as they spotted him. And if he seemed even more obsessed with Luigi and trying to hurt him ? Mario would throw HANDS. Go feral at the sight of that fucker who tortured and ended his bro's game. Forget the hammer, Mario will BITE.

Bowser I think wouldn't take too kindly to Dimentio either. Firstly because he HATES being manipulated or upstaged by another villain. And one who almost succeeded in beating the Bros ? That clown is going DOWN.

Peach is often mistaken as meek or too naive because she sometimes gives chances to villains...but she has her limits. And Dimentio hasn't just crossed them, he's blown them away with dynamite, and now she is NOT going to play nice. Especially if poor Luigi is endangered again.

It's funny you mention Daisy because, given she's the only one who hasn't interacted with Dimentio before. So imagine her surprise when her usually so kind and mellow friends suddenly bring out lethal weapons at the sight of what she assumes to be some second-rate B-villain.

Would King Boo prefer to defeat Luiig alone or would he accept help...hmmm, tough question. On one hand, he's worked with other ghosts before, as long as they aligned with his own purposes. On the other hand, he's an egocentric maniac who has grown more and more unhinged with each defeat. Not to mention that if Dimentio is still obsessed with Luigi's power as the Chaos Heart's host, King Boo is certainly not going to let anyone get more powerful thanks to Luigi. That pesky plumber is annoying enough as he is!

YOU MENTIONNED ANTASMA I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE!!!

I have SO MANY headcanons about Antasma, especially post Dream Team in the even that he survives. I think his biggest mistake was to underestimate both Bowser AND Luigi : he didn't think Bowser would be smart enough to cross him, nor that Luigi's Dream abilities would be so powerful. If he managed to come back, he would have learned from his mistakes : go straight for Luigi (and possibly torment him enough for him to break) and NOT trust any villains offering an alliance.

That said, I remember seeing some artistes making comics about King Boo, Dimentio and Antasma teaming up, for Luigi's biggest displeasure, like @lizadale and an ask blog that I have in my likes somewhere, and everytime I LOVE this kind of villainous alliances.

This is my answer to something sticking close to canon, aka with villainous villains doing villain things. Now, if you ask me about the shippy version, it might be quite different...

#super mario bros #mario & luigi dream team #luigi's mansion #paper mario #answers #miscellaneous mario madness #anon ask

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thana-topsy · 7 months

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Hey, I wanted to ask you.

I do not follow everything you do but I know I appreciate the way you write and think those writings, so I wondered...

Why Neloth ?

Ow of course I have my ideas but I'd like to know what makes you tick on this character, what you like to explore about him and such. I'm a curious lil scrib, tell me everything.

Oh boy oh boy... special interest request unlocked. I've been in such a Neloth mood recently, too. This comes at a great time.

I'll probably put most of this under a cut, because I have no idea how long I might ramble about this. Could be just a couple of paragraphs... could be more. Who knows. But just suffice to say, I have a lot of feelings. And it all began as a "joke" and then, of course, inevitably got to the point of "haha I don't think this is a joke anymore..."

So it all started when someone dared me to write Neloth smut (cough, Wolf I'm looking at you). I won't link to the first story, but the premise was basically "Neloth Sex Pollen Trope Go". And so I did. And it was light-hearted and not super serious, but it gave me a taste for the character and a sort of... longing to do something with a little more depth. I'm a huge fan of "crack treated seriously". So I added a second chapter to that first fic, and it dug a little deeper into Neloth's psychology. And then I was fully invested because this man was REPRESSED. And I love nothing more than a repressed character having their walls knocked down.

So then I move onto my flagship fic, "Breathing Water", which wasn't meant to be shippy when I started writing it. I mostly just wanted to put Neloth and Teldryn in a room together and see what they'd do. And they didn't disappoint -- just absolutely some of the most fun banter and snark to write. But, then, Teldryn (especially as the Nerevarine) allowed me to peel back even more layers to Neloth, because I got to see how he treats someone who's actually earns his respect.

Then it just kind of spiraled from there. Working with a character who has such low empathy but also a latent and repressed desire to connect with people--to experience love and to be loved in return--but just was never really taught how or shown what it looks like. I find him fascinating and a little heartbreaking and very worthy of my time and energy. I want to see him grow into something that is approximate to a good person, in his own strange way. He'll never be a do-good hero. But he can learn what caring for others looks like, and I think that's my goal with him. And why I love him so much. I'm just rooting for him, endlessly.

#topsy's asks #neloth #uhg I always feel weird being so openly mushy on main about him #like I'm showing my soft underbelly

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min3nc · 25 days

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Shippy drabbles;

59 Lovebirds🛐

67 Lovebirds 🛐

(Soulmates, soulmates- )

Jaiden never expected herself to have a soulmate. She didn't mind not having one - She liked it that way... Not being bound to someone because destiny said you had to be. It had been a long time since she stopped caring about whether she'd have one, or she wouldnt.

And then Baghera appeared, and all the signs were there.

It did not take long for Jaiden to realize that there was a big chance that they were that - Soulmates.

At first she shrugged the idea off, but then when she came to know Baghera more and more, she realized that she wasn't all that opposed to it.

It wasn't an instant connection like some say it is - It was something constant. Baghera would appear by her house just to say hi, bringing those blue flowers she knew she liked. Always carrying extra food on her even when it was practically impossible for Jaiden to not have food on her because of her backpack. Simply checking in on her because she knew Jaiden's habit to disappear from time to time.

Whenever people were loud, Jaiden would walk away, needing to take a breathe from people. And Baghera never failed to follow, even if just to check in on her, to let her know that she will always have Jaiden's best interest in her mind.

"Water?" Baghera offered, looking at the drink in her hand, before squinting. "Wait, I think this is juice, not water... Uh... I'll go get another one..."

Jaiden snorts, and before Baghera can retreat her hand she meets her and grabs the cup from her. "Thanks." Taking a sip, she confirms that it is indeed juice. "You should go back, I think Charlie should be looking for you, plus, I'm just boring lil' old me."

Baghera stays, shrugging. "I think you're fine." Looking behind to where everyone else was, she smiles. "You're fun to be around, I like hanging out with you."

"...More than karaoke with Charlie and Cellbit?"

"Absolutely," She responds, not even taking a second to consider it. "I was thinking you might want to go soon. I don't want to spend time apart from you."

Jaiden brings the cup to her lips, not drinking, but hiding the small smile that had appeared on her face.

"Very honest, Baghera." She pokes at her, raising an eyebrow while still hiding her smile.

Baghera smiles back, a faint blush on her face as realization of what she says finally hits.

"I mean... Yeah, I like spending time with you."

Abandoning the cup somewhere, she walks to Baghera, hugging her.

A yelp of surprise escapes Baghera, but she doesn't move, and Jaiden can practically see the gears moving inside her head.

"I like spending time with you too, Baghera."

Baghera remains silent, and once it clicks, she stiffens.

"...Ohh?" She asks, unable to form words.

"Oh." Jaiden confirms.

Baghera wraps her arms around Jaiden, slightly less confused. "Oh!"

#qsmp #q!jaiden #q!baghera #q!lovebirds

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breezypunk · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday, thank you @gloryride for the tag. ♥︎

I have been enjoying showing off wips lately, even small. :3 I like to keep busy and I'm always working on something whether private or something I plan on releasing.

Mod wips

been working on mods, release date unknown, there's so many mods we wanna work on and sometimes we change things up, but one that's coming soon(ish) is johnny's alt jacket.

here's a potential pattern, I really love making patterns and fun colors for my mods, so expect that!

VP stuffs

I've also made a new au called low frequency. It's a au set in the prehistoric Mesozoic era! dinosaaaaaaaaaurs baby.

I have been making photos and have upcoming photostories planned for this au and I'm super excited about it!

Pose WIPS

Mainly for me, I've been doing shippy poses, focused on hamds (uwu), and I made a lil photoset showcasing those poses, they are still a little messy. I've been deep into pose making lately, and I've been doing tons of fem and masc poses as well, and I have millions of pose packs I wanna release and haven't even started working on one pack yet xD just need to fix them up to start properly making them, but that's a slow process, we'll get there.

screaming right now.

OC Wips

I've been working on re-vamping Maggie. I am in the process of making her look more like I imagined a long time ago when I created her. She's my pride and joy just like Vaughn and I love her dearly and want to give her everything in the world hehe. I gave her some tattoos, and they aren't quite definitive yet, I'm still searching but I know I want her with a lot. haha, and I also started putting more cyberware stuffs on her, she's coming out so nicely.

That is all I have for now! Anyways, If you see this and wanna showcase your wips consider yourself tagged by me, and feel free to tag me if you wanna! <3

#personal #wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #oc: maggie borden #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura

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lizhly-writes · 2 months

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Allison x Emily, 5!

5. one night stand and falling pregnant au hi it's been forever. honestly i was kinda surprised to see an ask for these guys lol it also feels like forever since they've shown up. anyway, idk how shippy this is (maybeee a lil fucked up?), buuut happy women's day.

When we were younger, Mother always called Emily my little doll – porcelain and perfect, always following after me.

Emily grew snappier about it as she grew older. True, she would still go along with whatever I wanted, for the most part, but was she ever happy about it? For a long time now, I couldn’t do anything but make her angry.

But ah, it’s important to note: that wasn’t my problem last night, and the proof of it is naked in my bed right now, even if she is starting to pull my covers up over her chin.

“Shut up,” Emily says, hazily cracking an eye open, letting the faintest silver of gray peek through. Such a pale color, almost white, not unlike cracked glass. She used to have blue eyes. I do miss them, sometimes, but either way, she’s lovely, even if she’ll never happily hear such a thing from me. Emily, aren’t you aware that it’s important to know how to gracefully accept a compliment?

“I haven’t said anything, though?” I give her a charming smile that she will also never gracefully accept.

Charming has always made Emily look like she wants to hit me over the head. Today is no different. She absolutely looks like she’s contemplating violence, but instead actually attempting to strangle me with my own sheets, she says, “If you say anything, I’ll kill you.”

Unlikely. I am, by all accounts – not just my own! – exceedingly difficult to kill.

“Whatever you want,” I say generously, taking the liberty to reach around, wrap an arm around her shoulders, pull her in. It makes her grumble a bit, but she doesn’t try moving away. I suppose it might be because I run hotter than she does. Her skin feels so cool against mine. I wouldn’t mind warming her up, if she was in the mood for a little morning exercise with me.

“You’re far too happy about this,” she says, cracking an eye open.

“Why wouldn’t I be happy about this?” I lower my voice and my head to her face. “A beautiful woman in my bed, isn’t that something worth celebrating?”

She snorts. “I didn’t realize you had the leisure to be interested in this sort of thing.”

…Odd. To her, did I seem particularly busy as of late?

“I always have the leisure to be interested in this sort of thing. Don’t you always say I have too much free time?”

Emily never did like how much I did with pretty boys and pretty girls.

For whatever reason, this is what rouses her from half-aware drowsiness. Wide awake now, enough that her frown is truly directed at me instead the general ungodliness of the early morning. “What are you talking about, I’ve never told you that before.”

This is a blatant falsehood. We both know this.

“By any chance, is your memory going? Ask Asher, he’ll tell you you’ve been saying it since we were all children.”

“Since we were.. all…children,” she repeats, slow and suspicious for absolutely no reason at all. Her eyes narrow. “I’ve said this to Wilhelmina. I’ve never said this to Allison.”

I don’t believe I enjoy the implications of that sentence.

“Allison? Who’s that, another pretty lady who’s caught your attention?” The thought of it is irritating. It’s bad enough, dealing with that Joachim. Now Allison as well? “You’ll really make me jealous talking like that. Who wants to hear some other woman’s name in bed, mm?”

Names, names, names. Do I know an Allison? There’s Hannah, but is there some other little nothing that takes up Emily’s attention?

“Ridiculous,” Emily hisses. She pushes me off her and sits up, sheets falling down to her waist. I don’t have much of a chance to appreciate the view before she hits me.

It’s a decent shot, knives scoring deeply through my face, scraping against bone. It’s also entirely unprovoked. I don’t mind a fight – I love a fight – but Emily isn’t Asher. I can’t imagine she’d actually enjoy this sort of thing in the bedroom. Did I already make her angry today?

… Hmm. I’m bleeding quite hard, actually.

Well, that doesn’t matter. What matters more is how I’ve managed to invoke Emily’s displeasure. Even when I’m deliberately annoying her, the most she’s ever done is insult me. She’s never actually hit me like this. Is she just in the mood for a fight? If she wants a fight, I’ll give her one. Just as soon as I get all of this out of my eye.

There’s. There’s so much blood in my eye.

No, that shouldn’t matter. I don’t normally care about that sort of thing. Why do I care right now. Something like this doesn’t mean anything to me. I shouldn’t care. This is fine. Why do I feel like there’s something wrong. Something’s wrong. What’s wrong?

…Hey. Hey.

I’ve been fucking knifed in the face.

Of course there’s something wrong! In any normal world, I’d be calling 911! Fuck it, someone else would have to call 911, I’d be passed out on the ground! Why am I acting like this is normal? This isn’t normal! This – this – !

THIS REALLY FUCKING HURTS ACTUALLY.

“Jesus fuck,” I wheeze, immediately clamping my hand over the bleeding ruin in my face that used to be a working eyeball. Fucking finally Wilhelmina’s healing starts kicking in beneath my fingers. Why is that only happening now? When I’m actually me, injuries start healing immediately, it shouldn’t be different for her. Unless she decided to keep it from healing? Why would she keep it from healing?

“Do you remember who you are now?” Emily says, spinning a knife or two in a fun little trick that I’m sure I’d appreciate more if I, you know, had two eyes.

“This is the shittiest morning-after,” I manage. Isn’t the worst it gets supposed to be a… a… what’s it called. One night stand. A pump-and-dump. What’s the fucking word I’m looking for.

“Your name.”

Right. That. How could I forget.

It takes me a couple tries, but I get there eventually. “Allison Lee,” I say to Emily’s incredibly unimpressed expression.

“Very good, well done,” she says.

“Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it, are you happy.”

“I’m never happy,” Emily says flatly. Then she turns away to rummage around for her clothing, because obviously stabbing someone in the face isn’t something to be concerned about at all. I bet she does this kind of thing everyday, doesn’t she?

“Did you have to use knives,” I grit out. Where did you even get those. You’re naked, there’s zero places for you to hide them. How did you do that. That’s not possible. What the fuck.

“You’re getting increasingly immune to blunt force trauma, so as it happens, yes,” Emilly says, like that’s a reasonable thing to say.

I fucking hate this place.

Emily puts on clothes. I sit on the bed with my hands over my eyes. At some point, she says, “Are you going to lie down there all day.”

“Who’s lying down,” I say.

Me. I’m lying down. I don’t remember doing that. It doesn’t really matter.

Emily sighs. “Sit up.”

“Why.”

“You can go back to sleep if you want, I don’t care,” Emily says briskly. “But you’re just smearing blood all over your face right now. It’s hardly hygienic.”

“So?”

I can feel her carefully, gently place her hands on my shoulders. The faint warmth of her breath brushes against my skin. Unnecessarily close. Uncomfortably intimate.

Then she yanks forward and forces me into a sitting position. I’m almost glad to be in Wilhelmina’s body right now, because if I had actually been me, that would’ve done some terrible things to my shoulder joints.

“Put your hands down,” she says, and wrenches my hands away from my face by the wrists.

I squint at her with one eye. She’s perfectly put together, fully dressed and hair neatly combed back. You wouldn’t think at all that she’d been in bed with me five minutes ago, or… however long ago that was.

“You’re terrible,” I say.

“And you’re filthy,” Emily says. “Don’t move.” She grabs a wet towel from a bowl on the nightstand – I don’t think that was there before? – and starts wiping down my hands with the brusque, irritated efficiency of a woman who has to clean up her mud-covered child for the third time in three hours.

“I’m not a child.”

Emily holds the towel up to the light, frowning at the red smeared across it. She sets it aside, exchanges it for a fresh towel. “If that was the case, you’d be cleaning up all by yourself. But you aren’t doing that, are you?”

No. I’m not.

I don’t want to. I don’t want to do much of anything right now.

“Not the eye,” I say, which is the one overwhelming desire I feel right now.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Emily says, like it’s ridiculous that I don’t want her, the person who stabbed me in the eye, to come anywhere close to my eye. “Your eye is likely already healed, there’s no need to make a fuss about it. You can’t walk around with your face like this.”

Can’t I?

It’s like this, day in, day out. Can’t do this, can’t do that. If it’s not Emily reminding me, then it’s my own logic keeping me in line. Here’s a grocery list of guidelines of how to adjust your behavior, your thoughts, your everything. It’s not, after all, like you’re allowed to act like you.

What am I, anyway? Certainly not the original Wilhelmina Sterling, but sometimes, I get so damn close.

I hate this. I hate her. I hate this.

“And why not?” I snap out. “Wilhelmina Sterling picks fights, is it really that weird if she picks the wrong fight and gets stabbed in the eye because of it? Haven’t you always wanted to stab her in the eye anyway? No one’s going to think it’s weird that you finally had enough and did it!”

“What are you even trying to – I haven’t always wanted to stab Wilhelmina in the face–”

“I’m sure Rosie Beckett’s always wanted to give it a shot. But then again, that’s nothing new. Who doesn’t want to stab her in the face? Something like that should be normal by now. Isn’t it normal?”

That’s what this world is like. A step backwards in modern sensibilities, no sympathy required or even wanted. Hard, cruel, completely insane in what it considers status quo.

I want to go home.

Emily tries saying something. I don’t give her the chance.

“I’m sorry I’m making a fuss about this. It might be normal for you, but in my world, you don’t walk off being stabbed in the face!”

“It isn’t as if it’s normal here –”

“Then stop acting like it!”

Silence. Emily is making… an expression. I don’t know what it is. I don’t care what it is. I just…

I don’t want to be here.

“You’re right.”

I look up. Emily has one hand over her eyes, looking a little like she has a headache.

“Am I?” I say. “About what?”

She gestures vaguely at my head. “This would be a debilitating injury in anybody else. A permanent one, in most cases. For Wilhelmina… no. She easily brushes off damage that would be significant and perhaps fatal to other people. It doesn’t faze her. You’re wearing her face. I suppose I expected the same amount of indifference from you. It’s…unreasonable of me to do so.”

…Huh. “Is this an apology?”

“It’s an explanation. You can take it as an apology, if you’d like.” She raises her hand, as if to go for my face again, and then drops it. “Your eye probably is healed by now, but even if it isn’t, it’s good to get the blood off. It can’t be comfortable.”

She offers me the towel. I take it, because in the end, she’s right. It isn’t comfortable.

“...It’s getting worse,” Emily says, as I gingerly dab at my eye. She doesn’t need to clarify what it is.

“You think so?” I say dryly. I couldn’t even recognize my own name. I don’t like that she stabbed me, but if she didn’t, I don’t know how long I would have been stuck like that. If this goes on for much longer…

I can’t let this go on for much longer.

Another sigh. “Was it you, last night? Or….”

Well, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Was that me?

I let my head loll back. “Wouldn’t we both like to know the answer to that.”

#wr3n #asks #m1sosazai #allison lee #wilhelmina sterling #emily oakford #identity issues #light and roses #my writing

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androidcharles · 10 months

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*holds up Keegan like a cat*

Kee and Amelia? (And Dave too, if you wanna do all three)

It's... a lil shippy... I hope you don't mind...

It's been so long since I've thought about Kee, I really need to write a fic where she and him officially meet for realsies

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! READ THE RULES AND HEAD ON INTO MY INBOX IF YOU WANT SOMETHING!

#the henry stickmin collection #stickmin oc #keegan moore #amelia copperbottom #katie's stick drawings #dark-twist-fairytales #dark twist fairytales #questions and answers

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agentfaust · 9 months

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Whats your favourite mi7 scene and why?

wow, i actually had to think for a while on this. since they’re all extremely good scenes and i can’t choose only one to mention, here are my top three (be prepared for a ramble):

i think my favorite scene has to be the desert sequence. first off, the aesthetics are so beautiful: the sun, the sand, its all *chefs kiss*. i have seen no one mention ETHAN REASSURING THE HORSE??? like the poor horse was so scared and ethan was just lying next to it and stroking its head? like he has such a big heart omg. also, i saw the sandstorm and the first thing i thought was, hold up ghost protocol reference???? and ilsa falling asleep but trying to keep herself awake? so relatable. finally, we see them doing normal-person things. i think the main reason i loved this scene was because ethan and ilsa were just. so. shippy. like he’s sending her a sign with the lil compass and she just immediately goes: “ethan 😍” and then she shoots down the guys trying to chase him bc we all know she just enjoys saving his life, lol. and then when he sees her lying on the floor playing dead (i think?) he looks just so, so heartbroken. and then the joy in both of them when she trips him and he goes “ilsa, ilsa, it’s me” and soothes her as she’s on top of him and just buries her face in his neck, like, that melted me. i became a puddle of goo on the movie theater floor. AND that cliffhanger ending where he goes “you’re dead, you stay dead” and she goes, “ethan, wait” — just, wow. truly a masterpiece.

my second favorite scene is not really a scene, but kind of a part of the movie: from the time ethan escapes the fiat in the tunnel to when they enter the party. the part where he’s just walking out with a steering wheel attached to his hand is just pure comedy. not to mention my heart was racing during that previous tunnel scene, my god. then he gets into the car and ilsa just looks back and winks and i wanted to scream. the safehouse scene, where they go back and forth, definitely reminded me of fallout and rn with all the tension/something-is-brewing-here-ness between them. and the we get to the *squeals* ROOFTOP SCENE!!!!! ahhh the two lines of dialogue were just so, so beautiful. we get that embrace but i just wish it were longer, because right before it fades you can see ethan pulling her closer, leaning back against the railing and gathering her in his arms. but after it fades we get that gorgeous gondola shot where it’s just the two of them again and ethan holds out his hand and she just takes it and squeezes his pulse point to reassure him? brb gonna scream into a pillow-

okay, so this might be somewhat of an unpopular opinion, but i really, REALLY enjoyed that cold open in the submarine. there was nothing about that scene teased in the trailer, so it was all very exciting to see it with the pulse-pounding music in imax and everything. i think what i loved most about that scene was the suspense. you think the characters are in danger, you’re sweating, on the edge of your seat, and *boom* they’re safe. BUT NO! it keeps going and going and the countdowns and the crew being terrified for their lives, like, oh my god it was crazy. i think that scene was beautifully done.

thank y’all for comin to my ted talk and sorry for kind of a late reply. <3

#mission impossible #mission impossible dead reckoning part one #ilsa x ethan #ethan x ilsa #ask box #ethan hunt #ilsa faust #benji dunn #luther stickell #my thoughts

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zahri-melitor · 4 months

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All the discussion of the guts of the video

This has been floating around my head for months now, particularly a few of the sequences. I had the shape of the pacing of the verses, particularly the Barbara introduction very early on, as well as knowing what issues I was going to rely heavily on for material.

I really wanted to use Something Just Like This as it's both an excellent song to set a ship to, but it also of course allowed a bunch of massive ironic moments for various lyrics.

I wanted it to be set in a pre-Flashpoint universe, so that Barbara was still Oracle. Which made finding enough DickBabs panels for the opening verse somewhat of a challenge, as I was only allowing myself pre-1988 material, legitimate flashbacks, and dream sequences. Batgirl Year One, you will always be famous (and have a very useful kiss). But I succeeded and I didn't even give in to the impulse when I was one panel short to use a Barbara and Jason panel from Gotham Knights #43, even though I was really really tempted. Instead I went through Batman Family from the 1970s and found something I could shoehorn in that sounded shippy.

I did use Lil Gotham, even though it's technically a n52 comic AND an alternate universe. But it has a bunch of very cute DickBabs moments with her wheelchair in them, putting it firmly into the storyline I was trying to convey. That's why all of the Lil Gotham scenes (apart from the one flashback) went into the post-proposal section.

We'll just say in terms of the story told in the video, Dick and Babs actually got back together following the proposal instead of what actually happened, and then they had many cute moments together as a couple.

Stuff I really want to point you at and go 'did you see did you see' because I had too much fun with it:-

'Achilles and his gold' - Bruce is of course Achilles here, and his Achilles heel has always been Dick, the boy wearing a gold cape.

'Spider-Man's control and Batman with his fists' - this was another really really early scene I knew. I wanted the World's Finest circus scene with Dick on the trapeze and Bruce catching him. To have Batman's 'fists' in this scene not be punching, but be catching, with all of the imagery that surrounds Dick and his issues about catching people? Yeeeeessss.

'And clearly I don't see myself upon that list. But she said, where'd you wanna go?' - this came together when I was picking panels. I wanted a lovely ironic moment for Dick about how he doesn't see himself as Batman, so the costume transition panel looked SO GOOD for that. And then...I remembered Dick and Babs' first meeting in Robin Year One actually contains the line 'Dad! Are you ready to go yet?!'. And the panels line up so it looks like Dick is sprinting away from Bruce to Barbara, particularly given where the blank white space is.

And then we launch into Batgirl Year One, the main anchor of good DickBabs content prior to both of their costume changes. It's very important to me that I put the giggling panel AFTER the kiss as 'I want something just like this' - what they want is not just the romance but the comfort and trust around each other.

Despite using Batgirl Year One, I still wanted librarian!Barbara with her multiple degrees, so we got two panels of that.

I am SO PROUD to have got oath scenes for both Dick and Babs into this, and I find it amusing I put them on different lines for each of Dick and Barbara. Dick got "the legends and the myths" because his candle oath is such an important part of the mythology of Batman. But Barbara's is on "the testaments they told", because for her the important part of the legends and the myths was choosing to wear an urban legend's costume to the party, while swearing fit best with the testaments.

'The moon and its eclipse' - this was the anchor the entire video revolved around. I had to acknowledge TKJ to get to Oracle, and that line was absolutely perfect. I also went through a BUNCH of panels to decide which one I wanted for the scene, but ultimately picked Gail Simone's n52 retelling, because that one doesn't include imagery of Barbara being shot; it just has the threat.

'And Superman unrolls a suit before he lifts' - this gave me SO MUCH ANGST let me tell you. I actually wanted to use the scenes of Clark flying Barbara for medical treatment in BOP #71 and #85, because I've always loved that moment - Dinah calls Clark in and Clark officially doesn't even know who Babs is at that point, but she's got deadly Brainiac Virus so they're going to do everything they can. And it worked for storytelling as it would be 'Superman transports Barbara Gordon after being shot'. But the associated panels were far less clear than in my memory. So instead I gave 'Superman' to Jim Gordon, and then launched into Oracle Year One and Bruce being a creeper (as opposed to the time he's a creeper during Brainiac. He likes sneaking through the window to stare at Barbara when she's ill).

'But I'm not the kind of person that it fits' this was just perfect for Barbara, because from here on out she doesn't wear a costume. She's Oracle. But teaming it with Oracle Year One and the fact that Babs still learnt new self defense afterwards makes the point that she hasn't stopped fighting.

And then we launch into the extremely Oracle Green scenes, showing off her competency. Including the fun of the 'cover the eyes' moment after an eyes focused panel. I was really happy to find something that worked for Barbara as Oracle and also for 'some fairytale bliss', because a LOT of backlit green computer scenes have grumpy or annoyed Barbara.

'Somebody I can miss' had to be the reunion during Cataclysm. Dick fought his way into Gotham to check on Barbara. They'd both been working so hard not to worry about the other as they did their jobs. And, of course, it made the perfect platform to launch into the most sick!fic of all DickBabs issues - the pair during NML after he gets out of Blackgate.

Which then leads into Joker Last Laugh and the NICE bit of their celebratory roadtrip right before Barbara gets the call from Dinah that that plot started. I adore I managed to line it up so the view on the drive appears just as the music calms, relaxing you. So we can have a lovely dinner followed by the 'Dick and Babs totally had sex' sleepover issues.

Third verse actually was ALWAYS going to be Our Worlds at War, because I think the Nightwing issue of it is underrated in terms of how blatantly shippy it is. Also the narrative of the issue actually fits the verse lyrics pretty well. It's one of Barbara's more badass workout gear looks that she tends to have during the issues when she's got to do things in person.

And of course I wanted to end the third verse with the proposal. Because proposal! I didn't want it too early, because I wanted everything after it to look like DickBabs in a stable, loving, long term relationship. Which is why we get the two shippy flying scenes (with catching! gotta have Dick catching imagery, combined with Barbara letting go of control), then I use 'Happy Birthday' to draw them over to Lil Gotham and Dick about to hand Barbara a present.

Having Lil Gotham here was really fun actually, as it's a continuity that has both Oracle AND DickBabs as a stable background fact, and just a bunch of cute moments between the two.

Then finally... a massive compilation storyline where I pull scenes from all over. After running reasonably canonically through a bunch of earlier storylines, putting together one that's just about the comfort Babs finds in having Dick around was really fun for me (also my Barbara stan nature confirmed)

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dreamblasterharuka · 4 months

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If you’re still taking requests:

Would love a piece about Trigger and Count (non shippy, just friends), maybe after barely making it back from a risky mission in one piece. Or if you have any other ideas for other lil soft moments of them being besties and idiots, I’ll take anything. Their relationship and how they slowly started having each other’s backs is everything to me

Snapshots from Trigger and Count’s growing friendship.

I like getting to write these two and their funky dynamic. Thank you for the request!

Also on AO3

Moments

Annoying. That’s all Trigger thought of Count at first.

When they’d been told they were getting sent to a penal unit, they expected a bunch of gruff, scary guys that didn’t want some scrawny newbie, and they’d be struggling to be taken seriously. Instead, they were mostly pretty nice. Granted, they got a chance to prove themself immediately, but it was still a pleasant surprise.

The only one who really fit that bill was Count, the self-proclaimed leader of Spare Squadron. From what Trigger gathered, he was a fraudster and a coward, who disliked them because they blew his (inflated) records out of the water. Add them taking over as leader out of sheer desperation, every interaction was making it very clear he hated their guts. He kept making snide comments and leaving them to clean up his messes.

The most annoying part was that Count had talent. They could see it clearly in the maneuvers he pulled, and the tricks he pulled on enemy pilots. They watched him talk violent criminals out of fights, and talk the tough-as-nails Bandog into letting them use supply lines. He easily could be squadron leader, if he weren’t such an asshole.

It was a mask. A smooth, unbreakable mask of a perfectly unaffected con man. They probably should have guessed. Everyone wore one to deal with all the trauma, but it wasn’t like they were close enough to know, and Count kept it up perfectly. Except for one time.

When Bandog used Count to murder Full Band. They didn’t use that word lightly, either. No matter if Full Band really found something top secret or not, to just have him killed like that, by one of his comrades without any warning or trial was just…

Prisoners were disposable. According to the law, they didn’t have basic human rights. No one cared about what they did to deserve it, as long as they had warm bodies to throw at a conflict. Did Full Band’s family even know that he’d passed yet? Did Champ’s? High Roller’s? All the others left to die so Osea could secure a fancy energy source?

Trigger hadn’t intended to talk to him. He disappeared right after the debriefing and they were pretty sure he didn’t want to be found. So it was just their luck when they stumbled across him around the back of one of the hangars, smoking and staring off into space. Before they could back away, Count stared them dead in the eye, pure, clean, anger written all over his face.

“What do you want?”

Trigger threw their hands up in surrender. They didn’t want anything, but that only seemed to make it worse.

“What, you here to gloat? Tell me I should’ve paid more attention? It’s not like it was my fault! There’s nothing I could’ve done about it!”

The quiet after his outburst was deafening. They could barely make out voices in the distance, but not what they were saying. It wouldn’t be hard to imagine them talking about the day’s operation.

Ah. Trigger understood. They understood the feeling exactly. It wasn’t their fault, but that didn’t change anything. They’re still the one who fired the shot, bad information or not, and they would have to live with the blood on their hands. It didn’t matter what they said in their defense, they could still hear the condemning whispers. There would be no trial, and no way to prove innocence.

Back then, they didn’t want pity, or empty reassurances. They only wanted to hear one thing.

“I believe you.”

Count broke eye contact and looked ahead again, but he didn’t say anything in response. After another still moment, Trigger turned on their heel and absconded. Who knew if their words helped him. For all they knew, they just made it worse.

It wasn’t until Bulgurdarest, stuck in a briefing room, waiting around for some kind of plan, that Trigger realized that Count stopped calling them murderer.

*******

The Hair Incident wasn’t really a distinct incident like the name implied. Mostly it was just a passive-aggressive back and forth about the length of Count’s hair.

Trigger, despite what the others seemed to think, tried their best to stay out of it. Count’s hair was well out of regulation, but Wiseman was getting on his case more than necessary. When Trigger cut their own back to what it was before they were arrested. Count took it as betrayal, and Wiseman was disappointed they weren’t being more of an example. It didn’t really have to do with anything. They just cut it in an attempt to return to normalcy. Of course it didn’t work, but it made them feel a little better.

The whole thing boiled down to pride, not that anybody wanted to admit it. While Trigger could see where Count was coming from, they dealt with McKinsey’s power tripping bullshit too, afterall, he was kinda being an ass about it. Wiseman wasn’t anything like McKinsey. He was just trying to maintain order in a situation where lack of discipline could be deadly. Honestly, they probably should’ve stepped in and said something, but they didn’t trust themself not to put their foot in their mouth and make everything worse.

All of it came to a head the night before a mission when Wiseman threatened to ground him if he didn’t deal with it. It wasn’t done in front of the squad, but Trigger heard all about it when Count came grumbling into their room to sulk.

His complaining did raise a question. “Why don’t you just tie it back? Huxian has long hair, but she doesn’t get in trouble.”

“Yeah, well, Huxian’s a girl. She’s allowed to.”

“So why can’t you? As long as your hair stays out of your face, you should be good, right?”

They didn’t say it as a solution, only an observation, but Count’s brows furrowed.“Do you still have your rulebook?”

“No.” All soldiers had one when they joined, but Trigger looked at their’s once and forgot all about it.

After an evening of pouring over a rulebook they borrowed from Fencer and a run to the convenience store for some elastic hair ties, Count arrived bright and early to the airfield, hair pulled back in a short ponytail. Wiseman looked like he was going to say something, but Trigger pointed out that there was nothing in the rulebook saying he couldn’t.

Wiseman just shook his head and let him join the mission. Count sent Trigger a satisfied smirk that hopefully only they saw, lest all that work went to waste.

*******

Trigger felt like they were going to hurl and they hadn’t even touched their drink.

They had never been a drinker. Alcohol tasted gross and they dealt with enough drunk people that any of the appeal of it faded pretty quickly. Nobody wanted them to drink with them, so there was no social aspect to it.

So why did they agree to go to the bar? Well, they didn’t really.

Longcaster, true to his word, took them all to a nice restaurant to celebrate their victory at Stonehenge. It was a good excuse to talk to their squadmates in a relaxed setting, and the food was pretty tasty. The evening was starting to wind down, and Trigger was planning to go back to base and get some sleep after the hectic day they had. Maybe fate would smile on them, and they could sleep in a little.

Unfortunately for their peaceful evening, that’s when Count and Huxian started trash-talking about how much they could drink. Then they decided that a restaurant wasn’t enough celebration for them, and that a bar crawl was in order. For reasons Trigger couldn’t wrap their head around, Count threw out an offer to join.

Bar hopping didn’t seem like it would be their thing, but again, no one had ever invited them to go, and they were eager to hang out with their friends. So with an order from Wiseman to keep the other two alive, they swallowed their trepidation and went along.

As it turned out, it really wasn’t their thing. Bars were loud, social environments, so they were already way out of their depth. Not helped by the fact that a lot more people were celebrating the day’s victory, so it was pretty packed. Other soldiers and pilots noticed their patches and kept coming up and offering to buy their drinks. A brave few even tried to get their numbers. It was incredibly odd to get called a monster and cute in the same sentence.

Count and Huxian dealt with the attention like absolute masters, talking to complete strangers like they had known them for years. Or maybe it was one of those ‘human’ things that Trigger never seemed to get. Earlier that night, they all sang to a lady, just like the scene in that one movie. If it was them, they would have died on the spot, but everyone just laughed. Like it was no big deal at all.

They took a sip of their neon pink drink. It tasted like artificial cherry and straight sugar. They always felt like that, it just got worse whenever they were in big groups like this. Where there was supposed to be a connection to the camaraderie, was just empty. Like an empty wire socket.

Someone bumped their elbow into their shoulder hard enough to knock them out of their thoughts. Count watched them, searching for some kind of reaction. “You good?”

Trigger shrugged. They’d live.

“Wiseman was joking, y’know. You don’t actually have to stay and babysit.”

“I know.”

“So what’s the problem?”

They gestured to the group and tried to find the words. “I’m not very good at all this. But you invited me, and I wanted to hang out because we’re friends.”

Wait. Were they friends? Trigger thought of Count as a friend, but did he think the same? “Unless you don’t want to be. Sorry. Maybe I should just-”

Count heaved a heavy sigh, but they could just barely see the smile in his eyes. “You really are bad at this. Look, follow my lead, and we’ll have you talking like a normal person in no time.”

It was a long evening of trial and error, but Trigger found themself to slowly start enjoying the evening. Maybe this could be their thing.

*******

Trigger was the last to land, which was normally just how they liked it. Unfortunately, this time it meant a few more minutes before they could check in on their teammates.

Trust was a wonky thing, as they were quickly finding out. On one hand, they knew their squadmates could handle themselves, and take on anything thrown at them. On the other hand, the anxiety of just seeing them in tough situations made Trigger want to claw out of their own skin. Better yet, they were going to rip Clemons’ off. Would serve him right for all the shit he pulled.

Most of their squad was waiting for them when they landed. Some were more banged up than others, but from their understanding, everyone was fine. At worst, they’d have to go through another checkup before being cleared for take off. Huxian was visibly bandaged, but they were pretty sure there was no way they were going to talk her down.

Count was the first to notice and greet them, still also in his flight suit. He hadn’t gotten too hurt, but he had yet to be seen by a doctor. Even so, Trigger was just relieved to see him alive and well after the attempted assassination. It had been extremely touch-and-go for a minute, but Count’s plan got them out of it.

His plan was simple, but its effectiveness was clear. Just switch over to another radio frequency. Trigger would’ve never thought of it that quickly, and it reminded them how thankful they were to have him as a wingman. They would even go so far as to call it cool. Unfortunately, that coolness was barely eclipsed by the acidic worry of watching him use himself as bait. It was that same simultaneous confidence of knowing he could handle it, and the stress of watching him take on the sibling mercenaries mostly by himself.

“Don’t do that again. That was really, really cool, but please don’t do that again.”

Count just laughed, the kind of laugh one gave after hearing good news after a long day of bad luck. Trigger couldn’t help but join in. They chuckled under their breath until someone loudly cleared their throats behind them.

The interrupter was a naval officer. One of Clemons’ men. They could tell by a uniform too neat to have seen any actual work. Perfect. That meant the Brigadier General was still there. After all the stuff he’d put them through, they were ready to get their hands on his throat. Putting their friends in harm’s way was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now that they had him on record for committing treason he would definitely be put away. And if not, well…

They’d been to prison for murder before and they’d done just fine.

The officer seemed to sense their intent and quickly stammered out that the debriefing was starting soon before practically running away. Count seemed to sense it too, since he grabbed the back of their jumpsuit, rooting them firmly in place. He shook his head at them. There would be no murder. For now.

*******

Deep, dark blue. As far as the eye could see.

It was over. They won. The drones were gone for good, and now they knew why Harling turned back that day. He was willing to die to safeguard the future. Trigger was free, both legally and conscientiously. Well, as free as one bound by gravity could be.

Part of them wanted to keep going, to touch the stars, to run their fingers across the thin veil that separated them from the heavens until they could rip it down. Maybe they would get to say goodbye to all the friends they lost too suddenly. Maybe they would join them. If they got high enough, maybe their debris would never come back down, and they’d stay among the destroyed satellites.

Still, they could hear their squadmates’ radio chatter. People were waiting for them down below, so a cold death in the upper atmosphere would have to wait. There would only be one chance to do this, so they might as well do it with style. They flipped into a dive. They went straight down, taking on as many Gs as they could before they had to level out.

Landing was remarkably mundane after what had happened. Due to the odd logistics of the operation, everyone had to land at a different location, but they were assured all their friends were fine and headed to solid land. Since they were the hero, they got to ride in the fancy helicopter.

The crowd around the landing pad was worse than any other event they’d been through by a long shot. If they weren’t so exhausted, they’d probably be on the brink of a panic attack by now. Strangers shoved into their personal space to pat them on the back or shake their hand. As soon as Trigger saw Jeager, they stuck as close as possible in hopes that the people would back off a little. Like a person umbrella. Or maybe a meatshield.

Count was the last to arrive, since he had to taxi the entire way out of the tunnel. Trigger owed him a drink for that. They owed him a lot of drinks for all the stuff he’d done for them, both in the skies and on the ground. But taking that hit and landing in such a small area was particularly impressive.

They barely caught a glimpse of blond through the throngs of people. The man was about the right height, and had the right hair, but they couldn’t be sure. Trigger had an idea, one that was way scarier than fighting drones. For the first time in years, first time in memory at least, they puffed out their chest and yelled.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I told you to stop doing that!”

Several around them jumped, though they had no idea whether it was from the sudden loudness or the fact that they could get that loud at all. It caught Count’s attention, and thank goodness it really was him, or else Trigger would have walked straight into the ocean. He was smiling, laughing even, while they continued to yell at him and tried to push their way through the crowd.

When they met in the middle, Count gave them a one-armed hug. Trigger was going to keep scolding him for taking a hit for them again, but was shut up when he used his free hand to give them a noogie.

“You did good, kid.”

“Who’re you calling kid?”

They tried their best to duck away from him, but now he had them in a headlock. Lots of people were watching, but in this moment, they didn’t care. Their friends were safe, and that was all that mattered to them.

#I was originally going to post this on sunday but I realized that was going to Christmas Eve and be way too busy #so merry early Christmas!#ace combat #ace combat 7 #trigger #count #writing

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