#this was mostly for my own personal reference but i thought it would be nice to show to everyone else too
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
A/N - HI!! i love love love spencer reid and i spend most of my time reading fanfics of him, so i thought i would give writing some of my own a shot! this is my first fic (recently, i used to write wattpad fics when i was like 12) so bear with me :))
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐀𝐔, 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
spencers life had been hard. there was no point in sugar coating it, he’d been through a lot. being kidnapped, developing a drug addiction, his girlfriend being killed directly in front of him and being to prison were only a handful of the things that had gone wrong in his life. and even after all of this trauma, he still managed to stay the same person. or atleast, mostly the same person.
one big thing had changed after prison and his encounters with cat adams. spencer had always been a hopeless romantic, he dreamed of the day he would meet a nice woman, settle down with her, and live out the life he had always wanted. but after dealing with some confusing feelings for a hitman, he had started to lose hope in ever finding love.
spencer was a 39 year old man, and he had still not found his perfect woman, he was starting to think she didn’t exist.
this was why he gave up. he stopped dating, stopped blushing and stammering whenever he met an attractive woman, and instead, he became charming. it became a common occurrence for spencer reid to spend his evenings in the bar, wooing a woman back to bed with him. he would bid them farewell the next morning, and that would be that. and it worked, it kept him satisfied, for a while.
until it didn’t.
the day you walked into the bullpen of the BAU, things changed for spencer reid.
you were beautiful, easily the prettiest girl he had ever seen, you were young, and had this innocence about you, he knew, from the very beginning, that he wanted you.
it was barely a week after you started on the team when spencer realised why he was so attracted to you.
the team was on the jet home from your first case, it had been a relatively easy one, they had caught the unsub in 2 days, and saved his final victim.
“we shouldn’t even be flying in these conditions” rossi had complained, referring to the heavy rain and strong winds “what if we get struck by lightning?”
just as spencer was about to spit out a random fact about flying during lightning, you beat him to it.
“actually, aircraft’s are designed to deal with lightning strikes, modern planes are designed to spread electric currents through the fuselage and funnel them out through the tail, bypassing the plane interior entirely. the last major accident occurred in 1967, when a stray strike caused a poorly-designed plane’s fuel tank to explode, so even if we were to be struck, which is highly unlikely, we’d be perfectly fine” you had rushed it out quickly, and spencer could tell from your blushing cheeks and shy smile that you were embarrassed over your rambling.
“sorry” you said, quietly, looking down at your hands in your lap.
“hey, reid, it seems y/l/n is a mini version of you, maybe we’ll have to replace you” emily had said, laughing lightheartedly. spencer, however, was stuck in place, eyes locked on you. he couldn’t believe it, he had found out earlier in the week that you were 24, just out of the academy, but you had been put straight into a specialised unit based off of your impressive qualifications. he realised, in that moment, that he didn’t just want you in the way he wants other women, he wanted you for real, he was falling for you.
the plane ride went painfully slowly after that.
a few months later, nothing had changed, except for the fact you had made it more and more difficult for him to keep away from you. ever morning, you would walk straight over to his desk, wishing him a cheery "good morning!" before perching yourself down next to his files and asking him about his night.
he had never been one to talk to his co workers about his sex life, but sometimes he would make an exception, because at least he had stories to be telling, but recently, there hadn't been anything to tell.
the night that they got back from your very first case, the team had gone to the bar to celebrate, after everybody had left, he made his was to the bar for one final drink, and to choose his target for the night, however, his plans had been ruined, when he'd seen you, across the bar, talking to some guy. spencer held back a scoff, he was obviously an asshole, he was tall (yet, not quite as tall as him) and buff. you were clearly feeling uncomfortable, and he knew that you had had one too many, and you weren't in the right state of mind. he walked over, told you it was time to go home, and got you in his car.
you were asleep before he could ask for your address.
after fighting with himself a little, he eventually decided to take you back to his place, you took the bed, he took the couch.
after that night, he hadn't been able to be with anybody else, he hadn't wanted to be with anybody else.
"oh, you know, same old, what about you?" he responded.
"nothing much really, um.. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.." you told him
shit. now he was scared, had he done something to make you upset? had he made his feelings for you too clear and made you uncomfortable? had he-
"I uh- I noticed your spock pop figure on your desk, i've got the entire Star Trek box set at home... I was wondering if you might wanna come over? we can get something to eat, maybe get to know each other better?"
he didn't know what to say, this was y/n y/l/n, the girl he had been pining over for months, and she was asking him out? of course he wanted to say yes, that much was obvious, but he hadn't been in a real relationship since maeve, and even that didn't really count.
you were young, and so innocent, he was tainted, his hands were dirty, his mind haunted by the things he had done in prison, he didn't want to corrupt you.
you obviously took his silence as a no, and quickly jumped back in.
"if not that's totally fine too! I just thought it might be fun"
and just as he was about to politely reject you, he looked into your eyes.
innocent, yes. but there was something else, something that reminded him an awful lot of a feeling he had never truly felt. love. he knew then what he had to do.
"that sounds like fun, y/n, ill come over tonight at 6:00?" he responded with a smile.
"yes! yes! my address is 16 cornelia street, apartment 17."
"excellent, ill be there" he said
and he was.
at 5:57, he was waiting outside of your door, holding a bunch of flowers, and wearing an outfit he had spent far to long picking out. he knew it was a casual thing, and he knew you would just be staying home, so he decided to wear something he had never worn before. sweatpants. he had gone to the store to buy them immediately after work. along with a baggy Star Trek t shirt.
when he finally gathered up the courage to knock, you answered almost immediately, and he was speechless.
you looked beautiful, you were wearing a pair of white sweatpants along with a tight grey vest top, your hair was down, and you were wearing an adorable pair of bunny slippers.
when he finally snapped out of his trance, he stuck the flowers out in your direction with a quiet "these are for you"
your response came quickly, and with a smile "they're beautiful, spencer, thank you. I ordered chinese food, i hope that's alright" you said as you walked into the kitchen to find a vase.
not as beautiful as you. he wanted to say, but he settled for a shy nod and a smile instead.
after dinner, the two of you took a seat of your couch and began watching the first movie.
he wasn't satisfied.
he moved a little bit closer.
still wasnt enough.
he considered pulling out the cringey yawning trick, but decided against it, instead, deciding to touch your pinky with his own.
still, not quite enough.
towards the end of the first movie, you mored close enough so that you could put your had on his chest.
"is this okay?" you whispered, so quiet he could hardly hear you over the TV.
"more than okay" he whispered back, putting his arm around your shoulders to keep to close.
he realised, right there in that moment, that he was done with the girls, and the bars, this, right here, with you in his arms, was exactly where he was supposed to be.
A/N - OKAY!! the ending was slightly rushed, I'm sorry, but I'm very very tired and I have class tomorrow, but I wanted to get this done. if you liked it, let me know, send me requests if you want <3
#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader smut#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#first post#please dont bully me im trying
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I just had an urge to make my own designs/redesigns on TSE charlie and henry (ofc it's them), so feel free to read my notes/general character designs I had about them! (a little messy, but whatever)
also thought that drawing them with my designs from Hidden Hands AU would be a fun little compare and contrast!! (as my FNAF AU is more game-universe adjacent but still have a few of the novel elements such as Aunt Jen = Jennifer Emily, etc. Tbh I generally treat the FNAF novels and games as NOT the same universes at all, they're completely separate universes in my mind, I feel like it makes the fandom's interpretations a lot more creative/interesting in my opinion since there's really "no canon" universe, I mean we have THREE canons to work with now come on xD)
TSE Character Design notes and my own ramblings below the cut! I mostly just relied on the book descriptions of them and nothing much else other than my own inspiration gathering from 2000s fashion/horror games/media.
TSE charlie character design notes: in the novels' description, TSE charlie had frizzy hair and it was light brown. I found it strange that the graphic novel design overlooked that, so I had to add that in (nothing wrong with charlie's design, I actually quite like TFC Charlie). anyway, my TSE charlie design wears a patchwork denim because I thought it'd give her a little bit more character (and I like the symbolism of patchwork for her - being a person that Henry stitched up together with memories, etc etc. Although I don't like the TSE Charlie = robot twist, it just kinda grew on me) I also wanted her to have a 2000s horror protagonist vibe - although most of the characters I looked at for reference/inspiration had short skirts, so I did a "skirt-like" vibe with her tying TSE henry's flannel to her waist. I like the idea that she kept something of a memento from her father's stuff with her :]
TSE henry notes: his pants are pajamas. man is the ABSOLUTE face of depression. also wanted him to have not seen better days and really look like he's just wallowing in his basement with greying hairs and wrinkles and eyebags and definitely hasn't gone out in weeks, probably a month or so. also thought that glasses would suit him nicely - and I thought him having a long-sleeved flannel and his fit makes him look pretty much from the 2000s/Y2K era. Personally I feel like TSE Henry looked too plain and a problem I had that I had while reading the graphic novel is that they tended to make William and Henry look similar (I straight up thought that one William scene with Elizabeth's memory was Henry. That's how ungodly confused I was) which made it really look uninteresting to me, so I tried my best to make his design describe him a little better.
If you've read this far, thanks so much for reading this! It's just a little fun character design exercise I did and it was really fun having some creative freedom with these two characters!
#these redesigns were fun to draw!#the silver eyes#fnaf the silver eyes#fnaf tse#fnaf henry emily#fnaf charlie emily#fnaf charlotte emily#tse charlie emily#tse henry emily#tse charlotte emily#henry emily#charlie emily#charlotte emily#fnaf#fnaf fanart#my art#artists on tumblr
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can you write for kylian where he’s dating reader and she’s very clingy and touchy because she loves physical affection but one day they are out and he’s avoiding holding her hand and she gets very hurt please?
kylian mbappe x reader
Clingy
Physical touch was your love sign.
It was your best way to show someone you care for them, that you love them. And Kylian knew it exactly. So it hurt you when this morning you were out with your, mostly his, friends and teammates and he treated you like you weren’t even there.
You were used to hold hands in public, or, have his arm wrapped around your shoulders in a protective way so you where kinda shocked that the moment you saw Sergio and Neymar waving at the both of you, he let your hand and when you tried to hold it back he shoved you away.
You were all sat at the table of a nice coffee shop in Paris, you facing Sergio and Kylian sat next to you when he began talking with Neymar and ignoring you like you weren’t even there.
You pretended everything was fine so you cracked a laugh from time to time when Neymar made some jokes but you were fighting back your tears. You began sipping your tea in a way to distract yourself when Neymar said something you wished you didn’t hear. You were sure he didn’t mean it like that but still, you found yourself back in his words and it hurt you hearing Kylian agreeing with him.
“She was too clingy man” Neymar said to Kylian, referring to the girl he had recently broke up with “she was nice and all but please, let me breathe, she was on me all day, always wanting to hold hands…when we were at home together she was on me all day, always wanting to cuddle or hold each others…give me a break, I hate people these clingy” he joked.
“Yeah me too” Kylian said laughing too.
You felt a hole in your chest.
Kylian hated you? You didn’t understand.
He never said anything. No. Most of the times he was the big spoon, always wanting to hold you in his arms or kiss you. So why was he saying that?
Sergio gave you a concerning look, asking you if you were okay but you simply nodded.
You knew that if you talked you would burst out crying and you didn’t want to that, you didn’t want to look weak in front of your friends. And in front of Kylian. In two years of relationship he never saw you cry once. You always talked if there was something off or wrong so you never felt the need to cry because he was there right before something might happened. But this whole new behaviour was scaring you.
It’s been an hour and after that you all decided to go back home. Mostly because Sergio wanted to spend some time with his family and Neymar wanted to see his son too so you waved each others goodbye and left.
Kylian tried to talk to you during your walk back home but you ignored him. Your throat was still hurting you for all the tears you were keeping.
“Mon amour what do you want to eat?” Kylian asked you once you got back home.
“You pick…” you simply said.
“My love are you okay?” he asked a bit worried.
“Mh-mh” you replied back and went straight to sit on the couch. Kylian followed you and sat next to you, wanting to feel you close he grabbed your hands but you shoved him away.
“Babe you’re clearly mad at me, can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked you.
“I thought you hated clingy people” you remarked his own words.
“What? No…I never said that” he said.
“Earlier…with Neymar, you were talking how much you hated clingy girlfriends…I didn’t know I was too clingy but I won’t invade your personal space anymore and I’ll keep my distance” you said, your voice cracking a bit.
“No no no baby…listen to me” he kneeled in front of you “I didn’t mean anything I said…” he tried to explain himself.
“So why did you say it?” you asked him with a sarcastic tone.
“I didn’t mean that I swear baby…I just…Neymar broke up with his girlfriend just last week and I didn’t want him to put himself down more if he saw us together always holding hands or kissing…I wanted to show him some compassion you know?” he said back.
“No I don’t know…but I wished you talked to me instead of ignoring me for the whole morning…” you let a few tears fall but you were quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want to break in front of him.
“No baby don’t cry please…it hurts me knowing you’re crying because of me…” Kylian was quick to hug you and found yourself once again in the comfort of his arms.
“I wished you talked to me…you ignored me the whole morning and it kinda sucked” you confess him with a low voice, almost a whisper.
“I know baby I’m so sorry…it won’t happen I swear…I missed holding your hands today” he said kissing your cheek trying to wipe more tears away. You giggled at the contact of his lips on your cheeks and he was happy he was able to make you smile again.
“I think Ramos is gonna kill you tomorrow” you joked “he saw how you were ignoring me and he didn’t like it”.
“Yup. He’s gonna kill me” he agreed with you and you both started laughing. Kylian wrapped his arms around you and helped you sat in his lap while he ordered something to eat.
The day later at practice Ramos did really kill Kylian, telling him how much he didn’t like his behaviour towards you and that he had to treat you better. Of course you agreed with Sergio.
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“I’ve rejected affection.. for years & years..”
Prompt:buddha, thor, jack and some other character telling Reader theyre pretty After Reader has rejected affection for years b4 Meeting them ans They don’t know how to respond so they just say that he(thor, buddha, jack and some other) that Theyre pretty too?
Characters are slightly ooc sorry for that, they/them or you for reader (mostly you), the “some other character” will be revealed for you to see later (this is rly js an excuse so I can figure out who to write) requests are open and please tell me someone gets the song reference in the title I think I’m smart for it 😭 my first time writing thor so sorry for ooc
Warnings: non other than obvious favoritism (from me)
Buddha
Buddha didn’t get why you seemed so confused over affection. He figured someone as nice, kind and cool as you would be used to affection. He soon found out why you were confused about affection later once you had opened up to him and ever since then he’s been showering you in affection. He found your reactions cute whenever he complimented you or showed you any type of affection. This time was no different than all those other times. He enjoyed teasing you about your confusion a lot. “You’re pretty.. you know that?” He said, a hand stroking your hair while you both were cuddling. He looked down at you on his chest expectantly. He loved seeing your reactions whenever he complimented you, it was adorable. Though he wouldn’t say that out loud.. not until you get comfortable and used to the affection he gave you. You however, reacted the same like you always did, confused on how to respond and blushing. “You’re pretty too..?” You responded unsure of what to say. His eyes widened slightly. Out of all the things he thought you would say he never thought that would’ve been your answer. Snapping back to reality, he grinned, “thanks” he said pulling you closer to him.
Thor
He may be a stoic person, always bored and uninterested but there’s a reason why he chose you to partner with. And that’s because he loved you, truly. He was happy when you guys finally got together. However the both of you were not good with affection. Thor decided that they were going to shower you with affection every time he could, after you told him about why you weren’t used to affection or knew how to show affection, after all he was your partner. Who would he be if he didn’t at least try to show and shower you with affection. This day wasn’t that different, you and him were peacefully doing your own thing while close to each other, silent but calm and pleasant. You were both often liked basking in each others presence rather than going on a date. “You’re quite pretty.. don’t you think?” He said breaking the silence looking up from his book to look at you. He watched as you froze, unsure on what to say or do. He watched as your face became tinted with pink. He huffed out a small, silent chuckle. You looked up at him looking at him in the eyes. “You’re quite pretty as well..?” You said confused and unsure about what to say or do in this situation. Thor, however, felt blood rushing to his face, tinting his normally pale skin a tint of pink. He mumbled out a thanks and got back to reading his book, flustered. You chuckled at his reaction before going back to what you were doing.
Jack The Ripper
Jack wasn’t bothered by your lack of affection. In fact he asked you about it and asked if you were okay with it. He sat you both down for tea and asked you about it. He partnered with you for a reason, he held you dearly in his heart. Whenever he complimented you, your colour showed one of discomfort and confusion. He didn’t want you to leave him, so he did what he thought was right. Asking you about it and making your boundaries clear for him to follow. He disliked the colour of discomfort on you. It certainly didn’t look nice on you. However, once you told him why exactly you didn’t know how to respond or react to his affection., he understood and tried his best to make you as comfortable as he could manage. He showered you with attention and affection everyday since that day, hoping that once he complimented you enough, you’d get used to the affection and wouldn’t have that colour on you again. Today wasn’t any different than the other days. “You’re rather pretty don’t you think dear?” He said, while he combed your hair. He enjoyed times like this because he could get close to you and you both could spend time together. He must admit he’s rather clingy.. but that hasn’t been a problem for either of you rather enjoying it. He combed through your hair while looking at your face. He felt you tense as a colour of embarrassment and confusion washed over you. he smiled softly, treading through your hair with the hairbrush waiting for you to relax. “I think you’re rather pretty too..?” You admitted softly, unsure of what to say but saying what you said truthfully. He stopped brushing your hair to look at you fully. He didn’t expect that from you.. but he’ll still treasure it in his heart. He continued brushing your hair smiling softly. “Thank you, dear” he said, putting the comb down. “I’m done now” he said, you hummed in response. Getting up and giving him a kiss on the cheek before leaving towards the kitchen to prepare some tea for the two of you leaving a flustered Jack in your shared bedroom.
Sasaki Kojiro
Surprise its Sasaki it’s my first time writing him too, sorry for ooc!
He helped you get comfortable and used to receiving affection after you told him about your past and why you weren’t sure on how to react to receiving affection from others or knowing how to show affection to others. He taught and helped you get used to showing and receiving affection. He told you everything you needed to know about showing affection. Due to you being unused to showing affection it took a while but sooner or later you got used to it. Not only that but you were also clingy, always being close or near Sasaki made you happy and who was he to ruin that? He loved showing you affection. While you two were together, you watching him train and him training, he always made sure you had everything you needed. “You know. You’re very pretty” he said in the middle of training. You were surprised. You didn’t expect him to say such a thing at a time like this.. but it was him anyways the man who beat Poseidon. He continued training unfazed by what he just said. You didn’t know if he thought he said it to himself or if he meant for you to hear it. “You’re pretty too..” you muttered, mostly to yourself but he heard it which was expected, you were looking out the window unaware on how Sasaki had stopped training. And was now looking at you, a light tint of pink colouring his face. “Thank you” he said softly before going back to training, flustered and shocked. You looked at him before chuckling a little going back to what you were doing.
#record of ragnarok#jack the ripper#jack the ripper x reader#ror jack the ripper#ror x reader#snv#shuumatsu no valkyrie#buddha snv#buddha#buddha x reader#ror buddha#ror buddha x reader#snv buddha#jack the ripper snv#snv jack the ripper#thor ragnarok#ror thor#thor x reader#ror thor x reader#snv thor#thor snv#thor ror#sasaki kojiro#sasaki snv#snv sasaki kojiro#ror sasaki kojiro#sasaki kojiro ror#sasaki kojiro x Reader#ror Sasaki kojiro x Reader#snv x reader
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Aros In Relationships - Update Post
Oh god, everyone, it’s been SO long. I Just wanted to say (even if the bulk of my life updates soon here), that I’ve missed you all so so much, and I’m so glad I get to finally be able to share my work on these. It’s certainly been a long time coming.
But onto my personal note for this series - I’m really grateful that I’ve had the chance to transcribe their stories. Talking to these people, hearing their stories, their words … I can’t even describe how many times I couldn’t believe what I was hearing/reading, because everything they were saying felt so similar to something I would have said. I almost felt like they were reading out the thoughts and experiences in my own head!!
And I guess that’s why they call it a community – we do have a lot in common! But obviously, our experiences haven’t been identical on the romance front, and it was really nice to get to hear from other aromantic people about what this is like.
Image Descriptions:
Title Card: Cover Image. This Comic series is titled “Aromanticism and Romantic Relationships”. A subtitle underneath says that it is a collaborative sketch comic series. Four people are illustrated on the cover. On the far left is Arrow, a person with an undercut and wavy brown hair. Standing next to them is Lucien, who is wearing a hoodie and a collar with a pentagram charm. They have short brown hair and tan skin. Further to the right is Dot; she has pale skin with light freckles, long slightly curly brown hair in a high ponytail, and a grey hairband. On the very right is May, who has long curly brown hair, tan skin, and is wearing a maroon shirt with a striped dark jacket, and a necklace with a ring on it.
Slide 1: Celia faces the reader, hand at the back of her neck. “Hey everyone – it’s been an eon (ok, like a year or so). I’ll explain more about where I’ve been on my tumblr, but for this series I thought I’d make an intro for what it’s all about.”
Slide 2: Celia continues, “A while back, I was asked to make a comic about being in a romantic relationship as an aro person – Which, given the nature of my comics –I can’t really do, because I’ve never dated anyone.”
Slide 3: “Thankfully, some arospec people who had been in romantic relationships reached out – and were really kind in volunteering their time and personal stories to help me record their perspectives.”
Celia sits at a table, typing away at her laptop while interviewing May. Celia says: “Wait – you too?” in surprise as she realizes she relates to the story May is telling her. They reply: “Yeah! And when…” as they continue their story.
Slide 4: “And they’ve had *such* incredible patience for me these past two years I chipped away at these comics –”
A scene from the two years it took to get this comic series out the door. This was during Celia’s completion of her university thesis project. She holds a draft in her hands, reading out to the participant that she calls on her phone, “On page 9, I wasn’t sure exactly what to draw… I could show the progress of what y’all did on the date?”
They reply: “That works! The sketch is mostly accurate…”
In the background, references to upholstering a bench like padded chair, design sketches, and a poster with a map and circled possible apartment locations is depicted.
Slides 5-6: The scene switches to a group shot with Celia and the participants. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other outstretched, gesturing to them.
“So, without further ado – please welcome May, Arrow, Dot, and Lucien!”
The four are sitting at a table with nameplates set in front of them. Arrow waves a hand at the reader, while Lucien has their arms folded and resting on the table. May and Dot both smile in a friendly manner at the reader.
Celia continues, “You’ll be hearing from them over the course of this series – which I’ve adapted as long form comics like my “What is Love” comic over on my tumblr.”
Slide 7: “My process for these comics was highly collaborative. I worked together with these people as I wrote the script and drew the storyboard, because I want to be as authentic to their voices as possible. If they read a little different from my usual work – that’s because they are! And I hope you’ll enjoy getting the chance to hear from other Arospec folks' perspectives.”
Slide 7: “I’ll share each person’s comic with their cover page on Tumblr – the whole thing!” The cover page for May’s comic is shown, decorated with doodles of stars. It has the caption: “May – They/Them * Aro Demiace”
“And in parts with a collaborative IG account opened for each person’s comic.”
Also shown is a screenshot of an account named arosinrelationships_may. The description of the account reads: “May’s comics as part of @aro_comics series posted here”
Celia signs off on the note ‘See you soon!’ and a heart.
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A brief introduction
Hello! 👋🏻
I'm not new to tumblr or langblr (you may know me as nordic-language-love), but I've decided to make a new blog for a whole host of reasons. And it's only courteous to have an introduction post when ones makes a new blog, isn't it?
👩🏻 You can call me Victoria
🎂 I'm in my 30s
🇯🇵 Originally I'm from the UK, but I currently live in Japan (Tohoku) where I teach English
🇳🇴 Learning Norwegian and Japanese. Japanese is currently my main focus for obvious reasons, but Norwegian will always be my fave <3
🗣 Other languages I'm interested in: Finnish, Icelandic, Spanish, Irish, Korean, Ukrainian, Tswana, Cornish and French
💬 Big linguistics fan too (etymology my beloved)
📚 I'm an aspiring bookworm. My favourite genres are fantasy and sci-fi (with a lil YA sprinkled in there). Find my 2024 TBR here.
📝 I also write! Getting something published someday would be nice, but I'm more focused on just having fun. I write primarily fantasy.
🩰 I practice yoga (intermediate level) and ballet (total beginner)
🧠 I'm neurodivergent. I have no official diagnosis yet but I have been referred for an assessment. I'm 99% sure I have ADHD (probably combined, possibly just inattentive) and autism's been suggested as well.
✉️ I'm shit at replying to messages. If I never get back to you please don't take it personally!
More about this blog
This blog is gonna be a bit of a mix of all my hobbies and interests because I can't be bothered to run like 5 different sideblogs anymore. However, my main interests that I'll be posting about are languages and reading.
I have a fitblr for my diet and fitness shenanigans! You can follow me on @flyingfitandsugarfree
I go through phases of posting original content, but I mostly post about my own journey and whatever random thoughts pop into my head
I try to post language learning logs once a week, where I kinda summarise what I've been working on and what progress I've made
Because I live in Japan, I sometimes like to post about my life there and how it differs from life in the UK
I don't really do aesthetic posts. Most of what I post is wordy and boring lmao
If you feel like being my friend, give me a follow! I'd love to get to know you :)
My 2024 Goals
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TTRPG Read-Through: Patchwork World
Here is a read-through I did last year (originally posted on Twitter) of one of the most unique PbtA games I've ever read: Patchwork World by Aaron King! - Christian
Credits up first. I know a lot of these folks and they are really cool! Excited to dig into this. I've heard good things, and it's been a while since I've read or played any Powered by the Apocalypse.
This is a cool, strong set up for me. I really like settings that ask characters to face a changing world and either take up change themselves or work to restore the old way of things. It's a headspace I find myself in a lot IRL these days so it's fun to explore.
I'm interested to see how the no stats, no playbooks angle of this game works, considering playbooks are typically such a staple of PbtA games.
Standard three-tired success, mixed success, fail forward resolution for rolls here and questions on the moves determine your bonus to the roll. Easy peasy. +2 is the max bonus.
Other types of rolls are described here. Interested to see how they come into play. I also love clocks and use them in pretty much every game I run so it's nice to see those laid out here too.
We just love a lil guy, don't we folks?
A good chunk of the opening here is spent on laying out a lot of solid foundations of roleplaying generally. It feels like a book (so far) that would work for entirely new players. It doesn't feel essential for me, but I never mind a game that supports varied experience levels.
Character creation is wide open, especially since there aren't playbooks and the text stresses that character creation is very much worldbuilding because of this. Fate-like concepts and tags are in here too which are things I generally enjoy. I like the Drawback mechanic.
Moves are in the playback I set in the other room so I'm gonna go grab those. You get two chosen moves and everyone has access to a number of default moves. You've got three other life/XP things to keep track of too. I'm especially interested in Hex.
There are a lot of moves! They seem quite varied and often very weird, fitting well with the titular patchwork world. You can have a duck's slick soul to dodge more easily or a magical space suit or speak to birds or be good at cartography. Overwhelming, but in an exciting way.
You also choose a community as a party. While PCs all have their original homelands (before the end of the old worlds), you know have a community that gets its own little sheet. This is a cool reshaping of the Gangs from Blades. I also like how the community can change over time.
Coming back to a PbtA game after months of more OSR-minded stuff, I think a lot of what these games contain are things that experienced players would say you could just do in any game at any time that it makes sense in the story, but I do find value in stating what's possible.
Esp since many players come to games with artificial limits on their options (whether that's from video games, more traditional RPGs, etc.). I just think good GMing here requires making sure that the players don't limit themselves just to the bevy of explicit options either.
GM moves (mostly to guide the response to failed rolls). I really think the community aspect of this set up is one of the biggest appeals to me so far. That and the wild list of moves, which I'm sure makes for amazing parties of characters.
I always feel like it's never something I should be in my own writing (for some probably unnecessary reason), but I enjoy the first-person, casual writing style throughout the book. Makes for a very chill read.
Good to see this game employs the Branson Reese style of NPC naming.
Stress acts as a single catch-all health and challenge rating for NPCs. Ideally, I'd hope this would help lead to the PCs approaching encounters with more than just violence.
Sections like this are what I'm referring to when I say this book feels very friendly to new players. It's got little anecdotes and thoughts like this throughout.
Look, it's been a while since I've seen A Christmas Story but... it didn't have ghosts in it right?
There's a sample adventure in the back (which I'll skip for this read-through) plus loads of random tables. Some wonderfully bizarre stuff in the characters and faction tables. Really gives you a good idea for how gonzo you can go with the setting.
Love these two in particular
Optional rules include hard mode (which I just think is kind of funny to see in PbtA, but could be cool if you lean heavy into the post-apoc setting) and some optional moves. I like that some moves focus on romance, something I enjoy IRL but never think to focus on in games.
I was wondering why this was the sixth edition!
That's all for the book itself. Going back to the packet to dig into the things I missed. Some expected bits in here but always one or two unique options I really enjoy. Leaking hex is cool (and could have some troubling cascade effects in certain situations).
I definitely wish, at least in sitting down to read like this, that the contents of the player packet was also in the book itself. I think PbtA has this tendency of leading to loads of pages on the table, but it can make them very easy to pick up and play or to learn as you play.
That element is definitely here, but I think the vast number of wide-ranging moves and the excitement that would drum up in my player group would more than makeup for that initial overwhelming feel of "whoa, that's a lot of papers out on the table".
Overall, it's the most I've wanted to play a game in this style in a while. I like that the base setup for the world is very much up to the players to determine via the characters they make. I like that PCs here will probably feel unlike any other folks have played before.
The community aspect feels like where I'd want to center my story around, as a player. Seeing that shift and change over time feels like it would be very rewarding and would help lean into the "the old world is dead, what do we want the new world to look like?" theme I enjoy.
Because Aaron King is cool and recently hit a lot of Twitter followers, Patchwork Worlds is now Pay-what-you-want over on Itch.
I'm not sure if physical copies are readily available. For full disclosure (guess I should have said this up front), I got this copy for free from Aaron! Not for the purposes of this thread or anything, just for fun a while back.
Thanks for reading more ramblings from me! If you like to do that sort of thing, check out my newsletter - Missives from the MeatCastle. It's got writings on my work, cool stuff I've run across the web in the last month, and exclusive rpg stuff! https://meatcastle.substack.com
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raider analysis
Warnings: angst, references to violence, captivity, references to past assault/abuse, warnings from the related posts this is analyzing.
A/N: this is about the hypothetical from today, plus some about the 🐶 (goes into Hunger). Keep in mind I share these because some people enjoy it, not because i want you to read it like AP Lit, lol. 🫣
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Ok, the kinda tearjerking exchange (not my favorite kind of jerking, but it happened, sorry) starts off
“‘Member what I said after ya ran?”
You nod. “that you only want me if I'm good?” A tear runs down your cheek.
I have to admit I'm sad for both of you in this moment. You especially, sweet pea. But also, Joel regrets how he treated you in the aftermath of your escape, and he can't undo it. He's mostly thought about the physical part of it (glimpse of this in the yoga drabble). Now hearing you paraphrase his words, he's faced with the fact that it's even worse than he's been beating himself up over (deservedly, tbf).
As far as you running away, the main thing that reassured Joel was how you said it wasn't about him, it was the other guys, to which he said you gotta talk to him when something's bothering you. So in his eyes that was his main point. But before he calmed down enough to express that, he was angry and it made a real impression on you. Your main takeaway was that his interest in you (and your safety) was conditional. You don't think about it a lot these days, and in the big picture it's outweighed by his extreme possessiveness, but it's a thread of insecurity and the first thing that comes to mind when he asks if you remember what he said.
For Joel, there's a whole other conversation happening here (with himself) under the surface.
In this convo when Joel says “that was real bad,” it all was, including what he did in response. When he asks “we’re past that, right?” he means all of it. He wishes that day would just go away. It's also kind of an empty hope related to what he's done to you. He doesn't think he deserves forgiveness or love, but at this point he also doesn't want you to live in fear of him or only stay for that reason.
You answer as if he just wants to know you wont run away again, and that's still nice to hear. He latches onto that answer as a momentary "out" from feeling the weight of what he's done, reminding himself what's supposed to really matter to him–that you're "his"--like your answer assumed he was thinking.
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Also, a word about the dog. Not everything with the dog is profound. I like doggos and think they should have one. But, the initial interaction/freeing him from the collar is meaningful if you consider who else has been chained in this story (but not lately). And there's more parallels you can draw if you want to, but I also support just enjoying the little guy.
In the same chapter, it's the first time we see Joel take you out with him as a capable person (armed). Then he even lets you go into the forest alone. The reason he ultimately goes in after you is because he's worried about you. In general, Joel wants to keep you for his own sake but is also scared of what could happen to you on your own (he's almost seen it). You're legitimately worried about the dog’s well-being and think he needs you, but you also just want him around.
Joel despises the addict and the way he treated his own dog. Joel hates himself, too. His thoughts coming out of the forest reveal he’s coming for the junkie as a stand-in and what he really wants is to hurt everyone who ever hurt you. He knows he's one of those people. I'm not saying he wants to hurt himself but some of the aggression he takes out on other men (when a simple bullet would suffice) is from his own self hatred. Normally these men have something in common with him.
Joel initially rejects the dog, not wanting another someone to take care of distracting him from protecting you. But later the dog demonstrates he's more than meets the eye and has a lot to offer and for good reason Joel seems to come around, even if he won't say it. Despite that progress, in the hypothetical from today we still want more for the dog. The dog deserves more. We still want more for sweet pea who is emotionally starving and has been subjected to Joel's coldness in her previous attempts to get closer to him. She deserves more. Like maybe a kiss at least (when she's awake). In night air we see why Joel struggles with that, but he keeps making progress. At least he's kissing your other lips.
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Thank you for reading and being invested <3. Joel's a bad guy but tbh I identify with and pour myself into both these characters in different ways.
I'm tired but this isn't exhaustive 😅 your thoughts and interpretation are valid, too.
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First Date - Jamie Drysdale x Reader
Hockey Masterlist
Warnings: swearing, mentions of homicide, sexual references.
Words: 1249
Summary: First date - Jamie invites you over and cooks dinner for your first date, complete with bottle service and banter.
A/n: Hey! I'm back! Summer classes kicked my ass so I promised this mini-series to make up for the lull in activity. You can read part 1 called "First Meet" here. Some other firsts coming soon (and by soon I mean eventually): first I love you, and first time.
“Hey!”
“Hi!” I smile brightly as Jamie opens the door. After our smoothie shop meet cute, Jamie invited me over to have dinner and watch a movie, just to get to know each other a little better. He offered to take us somewhere nice but with how nervous I was in the smoothie shop, I figured staying in would minimize my nerves. Granted, I’m still nervous as hell, since he’s so cute and sweet. I feel an intense anxiety weighing on my chest. But Jamie just smiles brightly and the kindness in his features dissipates all my nerves in an instant.
Stepping aside, he welcomes me into the space. The first-date jitters are eased, yet not fleeting. After I cross the threshold, I gently kick off my shoes, smoothing the fabric of my skirt before following Jamie into a sizable kitchen space.
“I’m surprised the kitchen is so clean,” I say, mostly as a joke. Jamie laughs softly before turning the flame of the gas stove higher. The walls of the pan are high enough that I can’t see inside, but it smells great so I opt to trust the process.
“You should’ve seen it this morning,” I hear from behind me. Turning around Trevor smiles at me as he’s slipping on his shoes.
“I was gonna say.”
“That’s because Z is immune to doing dishes.”
“I am not!”
“You so are!’
“Who usually cooks?” I ask, interjecting their sibling-like argument.
“I do,” Jamie answers proudly.
“The way I’ve always done it is one person will cook, and the other does the dishes.”
“Hah!” Jamie argues.
“But that’s only if the meal is for both of you. If you make a meal for yourself then the dishes are also your responsibility.”
“Ayy!” Trevor calls out to spite Jamie who has fallen silent. His sheepish expression as he bites back a smile. I giggle softly at the exchange and shake my head before walking into the kitchen. “I’m going to the Terry’s, do I need to sleepover there, you two?” Jamie huffs a laugh, shaking his head. He’s somewhat stalling, as if he’s unsure of what to say. I seize the opportunity and without looking away from Jamie I yell back,
“We’ll keep you posted!” Jamie looks up surprised before blushing madly and turning back to the stove. “Do you need help with anything?” I ask as I stand beside him. Jamie glances at me over his left shoulder. He doesn’t fight the smile that appears on his face when I step closer. Jamie’s eyes get seemingly lost in my own and I blink smugly to bring him back down to earth.
“I’m working on searing this right now, but if you wanted to pour drinks?”
“I’m on it… Where are the cups?” Jamie laughs before nodding to a higher cabinet. I open the cabinet door, locating the drinking glasses on the middle shelf. The middle shelf that I am unsure of if I can reach unassisted. Looking back at Jamie, I see him sticking a thermometer into the food and decide not to bother him. I can totally do this.
I place my right hand on the cool countertop to brace myself, lifting up, stretching to reach the drinking glasses. I feel the smooth surface brush my fingertips, accidentally pushing the glass further back into the cabinet. “Fuck,” I swear under my breath, reaching with an extra stretch. The clink of the glasses against one another must have alerted Jamie as I feel his presence behind me. He gently places his left hand on my lower back and reaches above me to easily grab the glasses. He smells like crisp eucalyptus and lavender behind notes of beechwood and mint. I pull my lower lip in between my teeth to try and keep the thought from surfacing but, I could definitely get used to this. Jamie effortlessly grabs two glasses in one hand, offering them to me with a quaint smile. I guess looking at me allowed him to consciously process his actions as he immediately drops the hand that was on my back. His smile grows sheepish and I resist the urge to giggle at the blush creeping across his cheeks.
“Am I just pouring drinks or am I pouring drinks?” I ask, setting the glasses down to wash my hands. “Actually, are you even old enough to drink?” I playfully poke.
“I was twenty-one in April of this year, thank you!” Jamie teases back and I turn to him wide-eyed, trying to keep as straight of a face as I can.
“Oh my god, are you- you’re not… forty?!”
“No, I am not forty. Are you?!”
“Yes!” Jamie looks at me in pretend sorrow before we both dissolve into laughter. Dropping my initial timidness, I physically relax my shoulders. When I open the refrigerator, the facade of cleanliness vanishes entirely. It is as messy and chaotic as I would expect the young boys to be. Take out boxes, abandoned vegetables, sculpins, and meat. Tucked in the door is a bottle of white wine with the cork and foil intact. Assuming that’s the drink Jamie selected for us, I grab the bottle and close the door behind me.
“I’m guessing it’s the sancerre, right?” The sound of the bottle making contact with the counter alerts Jamie from the stove and he looks at me over his shoulder.
“Yeah! Sorry, I don’t know why I didn’t just tell you what to grab.”
“All good. What are you working on over there?” The contents of the pan erupt with a sizzle as Jamie pokes his spatula into the pan.
“It’s a pan-seared butter chicken and roasted broccoli.” I crumple the gold foil in the palms of my hand before tossing it to the trashcan. I then turn back to Jamie, suppressing my astonishment.
“I have to admit I’m surprised you know how to make that.”
“Butter chicken?”
“No, the broccoli.” I say, keeping my face as straight as possible. Jamie and I lock eyes before laughing once more and returning to our tasks at hand. Our culinary symphony of sizzling poultry and the flowing of wine makes me smile, a blush creeps across my cheeks at the thought that comes next. I’m thinking of what it would be like to have a sort of domestic bliss with Jamie. A silent but content early morning where we would brew coffee and sit on the counters, laughing through chaste kisses. Eventually making dinner one night to introduce our friends over a meal, just sitting back and laughing at how Trevor would inevitably break his words per minute record while hosting. Dancing to Billie Eilish together, sliding in fuzzy socks over the cool tiles while trying to stay on task with chores. Jamie’s hand on my throat as he bends me over the counter to-
“What are you smiling about?”
“Huh? What?” I say, blinking back into reality.
“What were you smiling about?” Jamie asks, smugly.
“...I was thinking about how I’m gonna kill you later,” I declare just to wipe the smirk off Jamie’s face.
“Uhhhh, Trevor?!” He yells into the empty hallway.
“You really think he’s gonna save you?”
“Definitely not, but…”
“You just figured it was worth a try?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhm.” Jamie and I laugh through the quick back and forth before I hand him his glass of wine that I had just poured. He holds the cup out to me and I pause for a moment,
“Cheers to… new beginnings.”
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Hi! Could have taken one shot with Druig from Marvel/Eternal one-short at numbers 5 and 8? Maybe their lazy weekend, where Druig is always delighted with fem!reader her hair.
English is not my native language, so I'm sorry if I was rude. Thank you in advance if you take up my wish. If not, then I'm sorry for disturbing you.
https://www.tumblr.com/redheadspark/727271789643857920/september-prompt-session
A/N - Thanks for requesting this, anon! This is nice and short but cute :D. I hope you like it
Soft
Summary - Druig's touch is soft, much to your delight.
Warnings - Mostly fluff with a hint of angst
“Druig, what are you doing?”
“Nothin’.”
“Doesn’t feel like nothing, sweetheart,”
Druig cracked a grin as his fingers were still stirring along your thick locks, you still humming along as you were finishing the last of your documents on the iPad in your lap. You didn’t mean to be occupied that night in the Domo, especially after a near Emergence that nearly took out the entire world. But there was plenty to do, Phastos recruiting you to do some research and some background checks. He wanted to make sure you all weren’t going to be entirely exposed because of what happened, your identities were still secret amongst the human race and the last thing Phastos wanted to do was to have you all be known. Of course, there was the Avengers, the Blip that did take out half the population of Earth, but he was still wanting to keep all of you in the dark for a long as possible.
You volunteered to help him a bit before you would go up in the Domo with Thena, Makkari, and Druig to find other Eternals out in the vast openness of space. Phastos, Sersi, a now human Sprite, and Kingo would stay on Earth, going back to the lives they had before and simply living amongst the humans. Although you too loved the humans, the need and thirst to find others and tell them the truth was much higher.
Druig was just as enthusiastic to find others out in space, and he would also not wish to be part of you since you two have finally admitted your feelings to one another. It took centuries of pining from both sides for you two to finally get together, not to mention the new-death experience Druig had on the beach thanks to Ikaris and his need to let the Emergence happen. Luckily for Druig, you took care of Ikaris rather quickly. Now that the Emergence was behind you, you and Druig were wishing to make up for lost time.
It surprised you that Druig was a very affectionate person, give his aloof nature and how he would keep to himself for as long as you have known him. With you, he never was too far away or not in eyesight. Druig always reached out for your hand in his, almost like his own way of having an anchor and feeling connected to the Earth. One of the new quirks that you never thought he would have with you, involved your hair.
For some reason, he always loved touching your hair.
“Why do you like my hair so much?” You asked him one time when you two were snuggled in bed together, Druig’s fingers running in your hair in a soothing rhythm that it was making your fall asleep. Druig smirked, your strawberry blond locks in between his calloused fingers as he gave you a kind stare with his blue eyes/
“It was the first thing I noticed about ya when we first met on the Domo, at the very beginning’,” he explained as you were listening on his every word, “I liked how it shined from the sun in the early morning hours, or even when you would swim. I don’t know I just….I thought it was beautiful. And I still do,”
That alone made you kiss him and feel him tug you towards him instantly.
“You can use my comb if you need to,” You hummed as you were tapping away at the iPad, almost done with the task while Druig’s fingers were still weaving in and out of your long locks. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly as his fingers were still going slow and evenly.
“I refer doin’ this, it’s quite nice actually,” he admitted as you grinned while your eyes were still on the screen, “How do you keep it this soft anyways?”
“The shampoo I use is meant to repair my hair and keep it soft. And It smells like coconut too,” You explained, then feeling him shift behind you slightly. You were about to ask him what he was up to when you felt it: his nose against your neck and near your hair. He inhaled, you huffing and tossing the iPad on your bed before you whirled around and stared at him.
“Did you just sniff my hair?” You asked in a mocked shocked tone. His smile never elf this face as your hair elf this fingers, Druig leaning back against the pillows of the bed as he shrugged and gestured to your hair with one finger.
“What? It smells nice,” he reasoned, “You said it smells like coconut. I had to see if it was true,”
“You could have asked,” You countered.
“I could have, but I’d rather find out myself,” He explained, you giggled as he laced his hands together in front of him, “Besides, I happen to like the smell of coconut. And now I love it all the more,”
“Cute, a bit creepy, but cute,” You joked, seeing him roll his eyes as you felt him reach over then to take your hand in his own. The familiarity of holding his hand was something that still felt new, raw, and almost exciting. Although you have known Druig for as long as you have been on Earth, this was still something new that you were discovering day by day. Druig was in the same position as you were, which was good since you were afraid it was one-sided.
So many things were worrying you, not just this new relationship with Druig. You were worried about other Eternal that could be out there, you were worried about the others that were staying behind on Earth, and mostly you were worried for yourself and what was out ahead for you.
Druig was watching you pause, lost in your own mind as he squeezed your palms together, “What’s on your mind?”
“What if we find other Eternals out there?” You asked suddenly, Druig keeping his eyes on you as you went on, “What would we tell them? And if we tell them what we know, would they believe us? Would we be too late for some of the other planets? And what if—“
Druig silenced you with a kiss, and you felt those doubts float away instantly from a simple touch of his lips on yours.
He pulled away a moment after, staring at you deeply in the eyes and never looking away, “Don’t think about the ‘What ifs’, sweetheart. If there’s one thing I have learned on this planet, it’s to let things unfold as they come. Don’t rely on ‘maybe’s’ or ‘what if's, because they are not concrete,”
His thumb rubbed your hands soothingly as his other hand moved up to push some of the hair out of your eyes as he kept talking, “All we would think about is us being together and making the best of it. Okay?”
You nodded, seeing him grin as he kissed both cheeks and pulled you in close for a hug. You went willingly, knowing that he was right. Druig learned to think in the moment and not think of the possibilities, making you thankful he was there to talk you out of your uncertainties and worries. You wish you had that with someone with whom you were alone for some time, yet now that you had it you weren’t going to forget.
Phastos came in to check on you and see your progress on the iPad, poking his head into the room to see you curled up in Druig’s arms as you two were sleeping on the bed. Druig’s fingers were again in your hair, though you were deeply asleep and not phased by it.
Phastos took a picture on his phone, which he thought was cute, and to use as blackmail in the future.
The End.
September Prompt Session
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Im bored as hell so heres a short SMG4 x SMG3 oneshot (idk what to name it)
(Kinda angst? Not exactly, it also mostly includes some wholesome fluff too; takes place after the events of the Puzzlevision movie and references IGBP, so spoilers for that ig lol)
(Also its really short)
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SMG4 was out for a walk, late in the evening outside of the castle. He was lost in thought - a lot of things were eating him up inside his mind since the day Mr. Puzzles took him and his friends and forced them to perform in his dumbass shows.
Just one thing was going through his mind.
When Mr. Puzzles showed him his corrupted behavior when he was going through the phase where he absolutely had to make the perfect video ever.
"Who knew that you could make such a great villain?" Mr. Puzzles had said.
He really did become a villain, didn't he..?
That was an entire year ago, and he still regretted his choices and still beats himself up over moments like that.
SMG4 stands in places and observes the pebbles on the ground.
"SMG4?"
The familiar voice surprised him. He turned around, and not too far away from where he stood was SMG3, holding his beloved Eggdog.
"What are you doing out and about at this hour?" SMG3 asked.
"I could ask the same to you?" SMG4 said in return.
"I always let Eggdog roam around at this hour," SMG3 said, putting Eggdog on the ground, as he hops off. "It's quiet out. No one, specifically Mario, is up at this hour to disturb our peace. It's real nice. ...Why are you out here? You're rarely out and about this late."
SMG4 sighs. "I've had things on my mind, and I thought touching grass would clear my head, y'know?" He chuckles.
SMG3 begins expressing concern, but is very quick to hide it. "What's up?"
SMG4 observes the ground. "Do you realize that I went through that... 'absolute perfection' phase over a year ago? Can you believe it's been that long?"
"Oh, shit," SMG3's eyes widen. "Time really flew by, huh?"
"...Yeah."
SMG4 stares sadly at his castle, not too far away.
"To think that something so impressive and monumental... wouldn't be here if I didn't do something so dumb."
SMG3 worriedly steps closer to him, realizing what's up.
"Is Mr. Puzzles' comment bothering you?"
SMG4 looks at 3. He nods.
"I just... hate the fact I was so selfish that I ended up hurting the people I cared for most," SMG4 says, blinking back tears creeping through his tearducts. "I didn't want to be a villain, I never wanted to..."
SMG4 buries his face in his hands. SMG3 inches closer, holding out his arms, but ultimately deciding against putting hands on the person considered his rival, so he lowered his arms.
"I never considered you a villain, SMG4."
4 looks up at 3.
"You were blindsighted, but the stupid keyboard corrupting you up was out of your control," says SMG3. "You are a dumbass, not a villain. You never had malicious intent. Mr. Puzzles is wrong and we are all thankful he's dead. He was such a sicko-"
SMG3 gets cut off, as SMG4 hugs him. SMG3 feels 4 silently sobbing into his shoulder. He is in a stun lock for a second, before coming to terms that 4 was hugging him. He wraps his own arms around his crying "nemesis". He gently rubs his back reassuringly.
"4, I promise you, you are no villain. You could never be a villain like me." SMG3 says, chuckling.
He feels SMG4 chuckle a teensy bit while buried in his shoulder, reassuring 3 that he would be okay, thus bringing him back at ease.
"Says the person who saved my life and called me a friend," SMG4 says, face still up against SMG3.
"Not like you said anything different when you saved my life," SMG3 chuckled.
SMG4 slowly lifts his face away from SMG3's shoulder.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you cared about me," SMG4 said half jokingly.
SMG3 smiles sadly.
"I'll be honest, I'm tired of pretending I don't."
SMG4 and SMG3 look into each others eyes. 4 smiles slyly.
"I knew it. I knew you were a tsundere."
SMG3 gently pushes SMG4 away from him, smiling and pretending to be mad. "Don't make me actually hate you."
4 chuckles.
SMG3 looks at him again. "Are you sure you're okay now?"
SMG4 smiles.
"Much better, thanks to you."
SMG3 smiles, looking to the ground.
"Don't mention it. ..Seriously, don't mention it. If Meggy hears about this, I will not hear the end of it."
SMG4 grins, and begins walking back toward his castle, as Eggdog walks up to his owner, ready to head inside.
"I heart you too, SMG3," SMG4 says before walking to the castle entrance.
SMG3 rolls his eyes, smiling, as he picks up Eggdog and the two head back into the cafe.
#smg4#smg4 fanfic#smg43#smg34#smg4 smg3#smg4 x smg3#smg4 eggdog#smg4 puzzlevision#puzzlevision arc#puzzlevision movie#smg4 its gotta be perfect#smg4 igbp#its gotta be perfect
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north!! i hope ur doing well!! im really interested and curious abt jennifer emily shes seems very giving in tough love but i hope i request some hcs or sketches im already in love with her i love her i love her id do anything for her
I've been doing well the best I could, but thanks for asking! It's been an exhausting time for me, but I'm getting by :] Here's a colored sketch of her, as you requested! Still working on her reference so she'll take a bit (same to the others as well), but I hope this suffices!
Thank you for being interested in my grumpy gal, and for the lovely ask! I'll try my best to explain my headcanons and that kind of thing for her! And honestly same, I would just do whatever she wanted so that I don't get on her bad side lmao.
Plus I really like the idea of Henry having an older sister - originally she wasn't really in the story, but I really liked the idea of an outsider from the Freddy's drama finding out what kind of thing Henry got himself into, and I thought Jennifer suited that role nicely.
Jennifer Emily in my AU - she's a very tough love and blunt kind of woman (Henry unintentionally got his bluntness from her partially), preferring to just be straightforward rather than sugarcoating everything. She just prefers having things done first before she deals with the ungodly things called emotions - she can be a bit brash and can get easily irritable, but she means well, she just says what's on her mind sometimes, so she can sound pretty harsh and brutal. And sadly, she's not really the best at consoling someone or helping them get through their emotions, but she tries her best to console in a different way.
She's a car mechanic, but genuinely has an interest in racing cars (even got racer's jackets and photos of race tracks/racing tournaments she had watched - she's a racing fan, damn she would've loved the Cars movie lmao) and custom car stuff (I imagine her car is like modified a bit to look like a race car for the aesthetic - probably would've collected sports car toys and the like) and that kind of thing - she really wanted to be a racer someday, but alas, that's simply just a child's dream, but she's happy enough to be someone who fixes something she loves as a living, but she was definitely frustrated with the whole misogynistic remarks she gets for just being a car mechanic. Also she doesn't Henry to repair his own car and would rather find him and his run-down car in the middle of nowhere than get him to try and repair it on his own.
Another thing, it's never explicitly said in the story/treated as a big deal at all, but my Jennifer is a lesbian woman, and Henry doesn't really care and loves her all the same regardless (and honestly he's not even surprised mostly because he sort of knew she dated women before). She never really found luck finding love though, but she tries her best to go by her life regardless.
Back when Henry and William were just new friends back in college years, she highly disliked William - Henry always argued back/stood up for William, but she just never really liked him. Her personality would always clash with William's, and she really doesn't like how wishy-washy William can be and how much he puts on a show for people, and how much he can be a "people-pleaser" in her perspective. The British accent also made her feel like he was being pretentious and posh individual. Of course, years down the line, Jennifer just sort of got used and just kept her dislike for William all to herself/to Henry, but Henry sometimes alludes to it sometimes in a light-hearted manner.
She also lives alone, with her dog (A Doberman, they're very sweet) :] She never really saw herself as someone who can take care of kids, let alone know how to deal with them, so she's honestly living the best life she could! It's honestly why she doesn't mind Henry coming over every once in a while, she doesn't like to admit it but she gets a little lonely there by herself sometimes.
Sorry for another long post, but I really hope I've explained her stuff well! Thanks for the ask as well it was really fun answering this question!
#lmao I love that all the Emilys has something they're passionate about/would yap about for ages if you ask them about it#she's very fun to write! glad I wrote her in this AU#hidden hands au#north-noire asks#jennifer emily#jen emily#aunt jen#fnaf jen emily#fnaf aunt jen#fnaf jennifer emily#fnaf au#my art
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you put the idea out there and now i cant stop thinking about it, any headcannons on how poly!chainshipping would go down?
Poly! Chainshipping headcanons
Hi!! I have had this idea on my brain for a while now and I posted the poll referencing it more than two weeks ago! If my memory serves right this came in around the time that the poll was posted, so I apologize for the wait--a lot of personal stuff has been going on as has planning for NaNoWriMo this month hasn't been the best in terms of my writing frequency lol.
Fic type- this is fluff mostly! Mentions of the bathroom trap, though
Warnings- mentions of smokes/smoking--the reader gets put into the trap due to a nicotine addiction in part so it's discussed a lot
Okay, so
the way that the three of you meet is through the bathroom trap--Lawrence is put there due to a lack of empathy and for cheating on his wife, Adam is put there because of his spying on people via photography, and you're there because of an innate sense of cynicism and hopelessness that's reflected through your personality and the way that you move through life coupled with a minor nicotine addiction.
Adam takes the cigarette when you all find them but you refuse despite the craving because all that Jigsaw had said in your regard was to let go of former vices and trust those around you--let yourself have hope and be optimistic.
Letting go of former vices was obviously in reference to your nicotine use, and you fought the cravings you were dealing with despite the fact that fending them away made you want to bite off your own hand.
in the end, as the story goes, Lawrence cut his own foot off. He told you and Adam that he would be back with help, and you had no choice but to trust him.
The following days were pretty bad--you and Adam would talk through the darkness, telling each other about your lives and reminding one another of Lawrences promise.
Eventually, John Kramer came around with one of his apprentices. They knocked you out with the top of the toilet, which Adam had used to kill Zep Hindle, and you were taken to separate hospitals in the Jersey area.
You give a statement to the police and book a hotel for a week--you were taken from your apartment and going back kind of stings, so you prolong the fact that you'll have to do so anyway.
In the week you stay at the hotel, your manager at work gives you paid time off rather than unpaid because you're traumatized and they feel guilty.
It's not a dampener on your paycheck, either, as they did something that's probably a little illegal and wrote off the shifts you missed in a way that still lets you get paid for those days.
You start going for walks and eventually wind up at the Jigsaw support group. You know Adam would find it stupid but Lawrence would probably appreciate it, and you know that a support system is what you need
even if the support system is made up of strangers, even if your trap is a hell of a lot more tame than some of theirs, it's still nice.
Lawrence ends up at the support group, and when you see him it's like your world completely flips over.
Adam also shows up that day and you're startled to realize your world has flipped over twice in under twenty minutes.
Your conversation goes something like this:
"Lawrence! I didn't expect to see you here--I've missed you lately, how've you been?" and then you look at Adam and you're like "You are the last person I thought I would see at a support group. I've missed you, though. A lot."
Lawrences response is "things aren't so great. Heard about this in the paper, figured I'd see what it's all about."
Adams response is: "Heard about it on the news. Thought I'd come around for some half decent free food, but seeing you guys again is a nice bonus."
And things just kind of...develop from there?? Afterwards Lawrence is like "let's grab a coffee--my treat!" and you and Adam both agree because you never thought you'd see him or each other again but holy fuck is it nice.
Things are a little stilted for a few weeks as you all develop feelings for one another. You're all distracted because you're deeply in love but haven't told one another yet and so the conversation comes and goes, but like--it's obvious from the get-go that you support each other and are consistent in that support.
After the trap, you decided to quit cigarettes cold turkey. A bit of a rash decision in hindsight, but Adam and Lawrence devise a system where they learn what your tells are when the cravings kick in and they do something to distract you instead.
Lawrences mode of distraction is to tell you about his day or, when the weather is cold, offer to go on walks.
You end up adopting a cat that you leash train. Adam finds that HILARIOUS because you genuinely take the cat outside on leash for a solid half hour once every few days. Lawrence even laughs a little to himself when he suggests a walk while the cravings are getting so bad that you're starting to shake because--
it's a cat. on a leash. Actively enjoying time outdoors. It's not the norm in Jersey so seeing it is kind of a spectacle.
Adams way of distracting you is like his love language--physical touch
especially after you've all confessed your feelings to each other and are actively romancing it up
Adam will pick up on one of your tells--grabbing the lighter you have and flicking it a few times is your biggest because the lighter is what you grabbed first, then you'd find your cigarettes and go out onto the porch for a bit.
Adam just kind of,, grabs the lighter from you while pressing a kiss to the side of your head and pockets it while saying that you're stronger than your addiction.
You give in because there's no point in fighting against him, let him smother you in kisses and affection instead while trying to avoid thinking about the fact that you'll have to go into work the next morning
There are two ends of the scale. Lawrence sits on one side of it while Adam sits on the other--Lawrence is a law abiding citizen who regularly makes a point out of sleeping eight or nine hours, makes sure he eats healthily and doesn't engage in anything like drinking or smokes too often.
Adam is the opposite--because he doesn't have insurance, he's not been to the doctor in quite some time (other than the trip post-trap, which he spent several hours contesting the bills for to get it down from nearly $7000 to $250) and he likes his cigarettes and takeaway food.
You are somewhere in the middle--you have insurance because you worked the mandatory 2000 hours and two years of work to become eligible so all of your current health records are up to date. However, like Adam, you had to spend several hours calling the right people and getting your charges reduced because there was no way you could afford $7000 in medical bills if you were paying it out of pocket. You don't really care enough to watch what you eat, so to speak (you, too, are a semi-regular enjoyer of takeaway but you monitor things like your hearts BPM and you try to avoid stuff that will just make living more difficult via health issue) and because of your addictions you avoid cigarettes vehemently but you don't mind things like weed or the occasional glass of brandy
It's like--Lawrence isn't chaotic at all. Adam has moments where he's chaos incarnate. You?? you bounce between neutrality and chaos somewhat infrequently.
Generally, though?? it's a very nice existence. You watch SO MANY SUNSETS together and you and Adam somehow convince Lawrence to smoke weed with you which is a fun experience
#poly! chainshipping#adam stanheight x reader#lawrence gordon x reader#adam stanheight x lawrence gordon x reader#poly! chainshipping x reader
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Billy loomis x wallflower reader
(so I started reading ‘the perks of being a wallflower’ and got inspired to make a reader like charlie and i’m using a lot of quotes from the movie/book)
-billy knows you’re an awkward teen
-an outcast as well
-he wouldn’t necessarily call you a loner but you get what I mean
-he never really acknowledged you for that reason
-he just never really knew you existed
-until one day he was late to lunch and he saw you sitting alone at your own little table reading a book
-he had came up to you asking what you were reading
-you were surprised someone came up to you
-when you didn’t respond he raised his eyebrow slightly
-you quickly apologized
“sorry I just ..didn’t think anyone noticed me”
-he gave you a soft smile reassuring you it was ok
-from that day on he became your only real friend throughout high-school
-you guys would occasionally listen to the smiths together
-billy liked the idea that you liked to write so for Christmas he bought you a typewriter
-you would write to billy now and then on your type writer about almost anything mostly about your day starting off with ‘dear friend,’and ending it with ‘love always ,(y/n)’
-billy was fine with it and would actually read them each night because he knew that’s how you coped
-he liked that you observed and kept quiet/understood people
-because of that reason he knew that you would never judge him and would understand him
-billy loved seeing you smile it was pretty rare
-billy knew high-school wasn’t the easiest for you and that you were pretty used to being lonely
-if anyone gave you a hard time at school don’t be surprised if they get a call later that night from ghost face
-billy would also read your books to you when you are tired to pick them up your self
-billy would often take you on car rides as music blasted in his car because he knows how much you enjoy them
-before you and billy started dating he introduced you to his friend group at a party they were pretty nice
randy and you kinda hit it off as you saw billy and sidney walk off together you kinda knew randy had a thing for sidney and he had asked silently “why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?”as he referred to sidney “we accept the love we think we deserve..” you replied to him
-now for your mental health billy takes no joke to it
-he knows how bad it gets
-but before he knew how serious it was he had did something he regretted
billy got into an argument with his dad and walked into school pissed off. you had went up to him trying to tell him about a new song you think he liked when billy had randomly angrily said to you “not now (y/n) I really don’t care tell it to someone that does” you instantly got silent and apologized as you quickly walked away
a couple weeks later billy soon realized that you had been distance from him he was actually pretty concerned and confused it surprised him that he cared that much
billy then confronted you asking what was going on all you replied to him was “I didn’t want to be a bother to you anymore..”
from that day he promised you and himself that no matter what he would never leave your side or that you were a bother to him and he kept his promises surprisingly to you
-one time billy walked in on you with a worried look on his face as you repeated “stop crying..stop crying” to yourself
-billy was really only the person you vented to since you always kept your emotions bottled up
“what will you do if your parents ask?”
billy asked
“…if my parents ask me about it I probably won’t tell them the truth because I don’t want them to worry that I might …get bad again” billy knew that you didn’t want to put any worry onto your parents he hated that you thought you were a burden
-one night you called billy panicking
“(y/n/n) breathe.what’s wrong?”
“it’s been getting worse and I can’t turn it off this time..” all billy could hear was you having trouble breathing and you letting your feelings get the best of you saying that it was all your fault
when you hung up billy screamed your name panicking luckily he was already in his way and got to you before you did anything ‘stupid’
he had saved you that night
-you knew that billy would understand how you were both happy,and sad and how you’re still trying to figure out how that could be
-billy probably never had felt or experienced what you went through but he was the only person that truly understood you and how you felt
-billy had made you feel free not only that but he brought new experience to you
-he not only was your lover he was also your best friend and had saved you throughout high-school
#billy loomis x reader#billy loomis#billy loomis x you#the perks of being a wallflower#perks of being a wallflower#Spotify
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Update
Hi hi, everyone. I know it's been a long time. I was actually typing up a message to @prince-infidel because of an ask they sent me, but I realized I should probably just make it a post. So I guess this is an update.
Okay, short version: The end of 2022 and the entirety of 2023 was horrible for me. A lot happened, and 97% of it was not good. Now to get into a bit more specifics.
While all of this crazy stuff was going on, a friend of mine really needed help with their company. They were just going through a ton, and I jumped on to help them while they were trying to figure that stuff out. Turns out that I was a good fit. So I've completely changed careers currently. Also, with all of this crazy shit going on, I stopped drawing entirely. That's a first for me. No matter what was going on, I always had my drawing as an outlet. It was very new for it to be gone. I actually only recently started drawing again, and when I say recently, I mean last week. I haven't even finished anything and my progress comes in very small doses. Baby steps I guess.
Now the stuff you're actually probably interested in. Even though I haven't been drawing, I have been making art.
- I've been putting crazy amounts of effort into making costumes. It's really fun and I've level grinded a lot with sewing and fabrics. I made an entire Victorian costume on my own. It was cool.
- I weirdly started working on dolls? I have no idea why I started doing that. I hate dolls.
- I started making weird... sculptures? I don't know how to describe them. It's basically recycling and turning materials into monstrosities for my own entertainment and to scare random people.
- And I've delved more into my hobby of SFX makeup.
I have been being creative, it's just a bunch of stuff that no one cares about. It makes me happy and that's all there is to it really. Which brings me to the long version, because I have no idea how to continue this without going into details. I can only assume all of this answers anyone questions who might be curious. Time to get a bit more specific.
I don't know how to start this, so I guess I'll just say that my interests have completely moved. I think everything above should make that clear, but when I'm referring to interests, I mostly mean the things that inspire me. This is actually typical for me. I love fiction and am a fan of many, many things. I get really involved in a fandom for a while, get bored, then move on to one that is piquing my interest more. Eventually I come back and the cycle starts over. I always keep up with all of my interests simultaneously, it's just that one usually dominates the others. The thing is, comic books have completely lost my interest currently.
There's a lot of factors. I'm not going to repeat stuff that you've probably heard a thousand times from other people about the current state of the comic industry, comic writing, the movies, the video games blah blah blah whine whine whine. I think one of the big things though is that this last year has really changed me. I'm just a really different person now. I'm not that happy-go-lucky nerd I was before. I think my major concern is that I honestly think it would be fucked up if I continued to post here.
People started following me here because of my art and my posts. It would be fucked up to switch that around on them and just show back up as this different person with different art, different interests etc. I've thought about making an update on here a bunch of different times, but I never did because of stuff like that. However, in a way, it's been really nice. It's been nice to just do whatever stupid art project comes into my head, and to do it just for the sake of making something. I think dropping drawing all together (not by choice, mind you) turned out to be good for me. I think I got in tune with a creative side of myself that I'd lost a long time ago. It's been pretty neat.
I've thought about just leaving this tumblr to history. I honestly think that I should. It can be a weird time capsule of this specific fandom in this specific time period. I've thought about just making different social media accounts so that people who want to see any of my new, awful creations could if they wanted to. I don't know though. I'm just all up in the air all the time now lol
I get this isn't an "all questions answered" kinda post. Not that most people needed them, but I know that there are people who just liked my art in general and I knew they must be curious. So I hope I at least answered some stuff and gave some clarity.
#updates#text post#I've read through this a few times and I think it makes sense#I'm currently very sick#I hope this isn't just flat out nonsense#I also hope it isn't needlessly dramatic sounding#whenever I try to type this stuff out it always comes across so intense lol#I'm also going to be a dick and post this in the middle of the night#if I leave it until morning I'll forget it exists
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In reference to your post about Hylian sign:
BotW Link signing is really popular fanon I think, and I myself like the idea a lot. I wrote a miniscule amount about it a long time ago, but I like the hc that BotW Link's vocal chords were irrevocably damaged during the Guardian showdown and the shrine of resurrection couldn't repair them enough to facilitate speech, so he had to fumble through learning sign after waking up. I also agree with your take about Hylian sign language being relatively unknown.
Not only does Hyrule not have the networks for teaching that we do, (the internet or modern educational tools for example) but it would be harder to spread, and visual languages don’t do amazing in textbooks.
Plus I have a personal headcanon, that due to the elongated ears of Hylians, (meant for hearing the words of the goddess or something) they have advanced hearing, and therefore hard of hearing/deafness is a much rarer affliction and there is much less need for sign language.
As for Nintendo implementing something like this in their games, I agree that it would be an awesome thing to see, but I doubt Nintendo would ever do it.
Portraying a visual language like sign would require them to create conversation-specific character models for every sign made, individualized to each different character speaking (unless they used the exact same character model) which would greatly extend the process of creating dialogue. Not that a AAA company like Nintendo couldn’t pull it off, but it would be a much bigger expenditure of resources to implement than just…dubbing over moving mouths.
(Plus they would be forced to either default to a specific localized sign language for every model or create their own language, which…creating a visual language with rules and syntax and signs is much more complicated than writing an alphabet.
Not to mention that Link has always been a blank slate, even in his gender lol. I doubt they’d apply such a polarizing (is that the right word??) trait to him. Seeing a disabled character in general is probably wishful thinking with Nintendo, but..I agree it’s an awesome headcanon and would be so cool to see portrayed one day.
…Sorry for saying so much lol. I didn’t realize I had so many thoughts on HoH Link..
I absolutely love your thoughts. Like, I do. That's the reason I posted my thoughts in the first place. I wanted to know what others thought ofc.
I do agree about the character modeling. I didn't know much about it so thank you for sharing the info. I do believe the word 'polarizing' would be correct because of how disabled characters are portrayed in media. If Nintendo just said one of the Links is HOH and uses sign language—it would cause an uproar.
I'm not a master in politics or anything but lately anything progressive has been labeled as 'woke' by more extremist and right-wing groups online. Not that I am trying to bring politics into this, but I'm saying that the uproar would be due to mostly grifters hoping on the bandwagon of 'represention evil, they are just doing it to appease the masses.'
I personally am always a fan of representation and even if it is wishful thinking, I still think it's a nice wish to have. I'd personally say that as well as what you already said about him becoming HOH. I think the goddesses may have had an unintended affect on it as well. Think about it. Rarely are mortals actually spoken to by the goddesses. Due to the constant exposure of hearing divinity is hearing could have also waned. (The pressure of a mortal hearing divine gospel isn't an easy one. Even if he is the chosen hero.) Second, for specifically BOTW Link I also think his lungs would be weak after a 100 years of sleep, so he wouldn't be able to form words or even groan or grunt correctly until further along in his journey.
Even if it wasn't portrayed in a game it'd be cool to see it in an animation released by Nintendo or at least some more information in something official. It could also just be a fan-made thing. Which would be really cool to see a Fandom come together to do something like that.
I guess I had a lot of thoughts. I usually proofread for grammar mistakes, but I'm tired. So don't mind the mistakes in grammar. :)
#botw link#the legend of zelda#thanks anon for the helpful info#:)#thank you#really#I enjoyed your input#legend of zelda#loz#loz botw#legend of zelda fandom#loz fandom
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