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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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Idk if this is a request or something but I just wanted to get it out there before I forget it. How would the batfam react to a batsis coming from the last of us universe?( the last of us is a zombie apocalypse type game.) How would they react to all of batsis PTSD from being born in a world over ran by zombie’s and learning to survive at a young age. How would they help them? How would they react if they ever were transported to there(batsis) world?

Sorry for this random ask I just wanted to get this out there before I forget about it. Anyway hope you have a great week!

SOFT YANDERE BATFAM x THE LAST OF US! READER BRAINROT

Recently had a TLOU brainrot (at this point it’s more of a heartrot with how devastating the story is eugh) so this came at a perfect timing. I’m guessing batsib (I’ll make it gn I hope you don’t mind anon) has a similar life to elle if they’re not just elle entirely.

I think Batsib would have to be close to the boys before they eventually spill their guts (aka their severe trauma out).

Like when they’re at least 60% there on the yan scale of things.

They see signs like you being hella adamant on the boys at least trying to fix their relationship with Bruce since you know the most out of everyone how it feels to lose a father figure.

You’re the closest with Jason purely because you both have baggage, and luckily you like to talk about it and sort it out.

Your whole life had been the apocalypse so going to Gotham and seeing everything in its prime fascinated you. When the Batfam first took you in due to your status as an anomaly, it took very little to impress you.

But it also took a lot to terrify you.

If we’re going full on Ellie! Reader here then them (batfam) seeing that huge bite mark on your arms, presumably after you’ve dumped info on your past and your reality, almost turned them feral.

It was that moment they decided to never let you go back.

You’re allowed to join them with their vigilante activities as long as you were under strict surveillance.

Bruce is kind of off-put by your nonchalance when it comes to beating up people to a pulp. He had to jump in and stop you from completely killing a dude.

Jason on the other hand approves. Definitely eggs you on.

The rest of the boys, as is my headcannon with any violent MC, get turned on when they see you covered in blood.

In summary, they definitely cherish you more. The spoiling is dialed up to eleven. And since you didn’t know much of the world prior to its apocalypse state, they wouldn’t lock you up like in most cases and instead bring you to explore as much as you’d like.

There is a sick part of them that enjoys your PTSD and how dependent (and distrusting of others) you can be because of it. So unless it gets really bad where you can’t get sleep at all I can see them just not trying to get help for you.

ON THE MORE WHOLESOME SIDE:

I am now imagining reader going to a museum with them all and just climbing the fossil in front of like dozens of people while screaming “LOOK AT ME I’M ON A MOTHERFUCKING DINOSAURRRR!”

Bruce definitely had to pay a lot for that

and all the younger ones + Dick cause he’s Dick throwing fedora hats on all the dinos??? please im on my knees that’s too cute augh-

If they were ever transported in your world, it’d definitely be the other way around. Say you aren’t like Ellie and are completely susceptible to the infection- oof you might as well just be in jail.

They’ll disinfect everything. Masks 24/7. Generally just extremely careful as to not get infected or infect you in any shape or form.

Tim has already researched on fungal infections so you bet he’s ready. Wouldn’t be surprised if he single-handedly ends the apocalypse with how thorough he was. Him, Dick, and Alfred focus more on taking care of you.

Jason and Damian are more with survival and the annihilation of anything that may be dangerous to you within the vicinity. May it be zombies, thieves, the military and what not.

Bruce is probably tinkering on more equipment and helping Tim with actually getting rid of the fungi. The former will definitely use his charm and looks to get more supplies.

In short, these dudes have everything on lockdown.

You’ll wish you didn’t come back to your original world.

A.N. I hope this was to your liking anon!

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moonsaver · 2 months

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can i request for platonic dr ratio with reader who’s very clumsy and their like a magical girl like sayaka and madoka? (it can be yandere or not, i just dont want my request to make you uncomfortable so you choose if it’s going to be yandere or not) their goal is to stop witches and stop them corrupting the world (im sorry but i long forgot shout madoka magica) but

Dr ratio is just like worried seeing reader so clumsy and easily distracted in the battle field so he had to take matters into his own hands

(i want it you to make it a headcanon! im also not sure if the reader should be a child reader or not and im not sure if you allow child reader😭 IM SO SORRY SORRRRRRYYYYYY FOR WASTING UR TIME IM SORRY

Hello anon! Unfortunately despite Madoka Magica being on my watchlist, I have yet to actually watch the series and I'm not very familiar with the mechanics of the magical girl in that world specifically. I have read a small summary into the series and I think I've gotten a bit of a grasp, but this is more generally targeted to magical girls instead of madoka magica magical girls. And I do not write platonic yandere characters for who Im assuming is kind of a child, since it's a magical girl and not woman.

Anyways, this idea is kind of fun! This is more of a crack-fic then, i guess?

Dr Ratio strikes so many poses, I mean.. have you seen those statues of him? He's definitely suggesting you a few poses subtly during your magical girl transformation.

Claims himself as your mentor, telling you how to transition more smoothly in your magical girl transformation, making sure your wand is in excellent working condition, and if possible, makes the effort to increase it's efficiency.

Your clumsiness however is absolutely disdainful to him, he's always shouting in your ear how you're stupidly tripping up on the thousands of ribbons that were haphazardly placed on your frilly outfit, telling you to use your brain with the large bow on it.

He's pulling your ear, cheek, and smacking your head upside down whenever you trip up or miss an important shot at a witch or monster of any sort.

At some point i just imagine he borrows your wand, goes through his own magical girl transformation and fights in your stead. Gives you a thorough dressing down after the fight is over, telling you to learn some basic principles and– ugh, you know what? Just follow him and let him teach you.

If you're not exhausted from battling and trying to not kill yourself with your own wand, you will be after his class on magical girl properties and how to be the best one or something, bits of physics thrown here and there to help you with your fighting senses.

He will not tolerate you getting distracted too easily. If you so much as take your eyes off of your target for something stupid, you'll be conked by a large chalk piece aimed at you before your enemy even lays a hand on you.

Dr Ratio isn't someone who intends to step in frequently – he wants you to learn how to become better instead of relying on him.

At the end of the day, he sighs, and pats your head, giving you 5 points for your fortitude, and to follow him along for your next lesson.

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kordyceps · 3 months

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OK I mean obviously I'm reading your steter stuff on AO3 but I'd love to know if you have an all time favourite? Either your fave of your own work, or fave of another author's that you rec/reread/still think about a million years later (or both lol)

Oh man, okay, sorry for taking so long to reply to this ask! But it's such a good one and I unfortunately have the memory of a gold fish, so I needed to do Research™ (aka reread all my favs again lmao) so I could answer it properly. 😂

I only have one Steter fic of my own atm, so I guess that's my de facto personal fav for now…

But as for other folks' work, god, there are sooooo many great Steter fics out there!! So these are just a handful of my top favs, and definitely not a comprehensive list!

Five Times Peter and Stiles Troll the Pack by taylorpotato Rating: M | 2.5k | requires an AO3 account to read Stiles and Peter yell at each other in Polish, misleading the pack into think they're fighting, when in reality it's all just like completely fuckin' filthy dirty talk lmao. Short, but very funny, and such a perfect capture of their mischievous dynamic. 10/10, would recommend!

The Devil You Know by Twisted_Mind Rating: E | 11.6k Peter is there for Stiles when no one else is, and uses that to slowly manipulate his way into earning Stiles' explicit trust. And ooooh boy, is it so delicious and spicy. God damn! Cards on the table: this fic definitely won't be for everyone since it wades into some darker waters. But oh my god do I love love LOVE Peter's characterization in it. God, I feel like I could write a whole damn essay about this fic, but then I'd just end up spoiling the whole thing LOL. Just--if you like darker, manipulative Peter and enjoy your sweetness just a wee bit twisted, then 10/10 would recommend!

The Prince and the Pease by luulapants Rating: E | 47k | requires an AO3 account to read Medieval/Royalty AU where Peter is forced to cede his claim to the throne and become a "guest" of King Deucalion's as part of a peace treaty between the two kingdoms. Stiles, who is suspiciously far too mouthy for your average servant, is gifted to Peter as a bedwarmer. This one does such an incredible, masterful job at translating the characters into its setting and time period. The sass, the wit, the wordplay! You can definitely tell the author knows their shit, and my god is it fantastic. The plot itself is also so satisfying -- lots of great ups and downs, and, ugh, just so good! (Be sure to read p2 for the full ending btw!) Needless to say, 10/10, would recommend!

Keeping him (It's all about intent) by sittinginmytincan Rating: M (& E for oneshot sequel) | 121k Stiles winds up slingshotted into his own future, where it turns out he's married to Peter Hale of all people. His only way back is with Lydia's help, but she's gone mysteriously missing somewhere on the east coast while investigating some strange disappearances. Man, this fic….. I feel like the writer for this one must have received a checklist of things I'm into and decided to mark nearly every single one of them lol. Time travel, woke up married, magical theory, an enthralling af plotline -- and it's so thorough. Like, everything is so incredibly well thought out, the characterization is on point, and the development of Stiles and Peter's relationship is just chef kiss. Definitely 10/10, would recommend!

The Striking Complication by aurevell Rating: T | 118k I don't even want to write a summary up for this one because the mystery of it all and peeling back what's happening piece by piece is, imo, the best way to experience it. This story is intense as fuck, near relentlessly oppressive, and impossible to put down. It keeps you constantly at the edge of your seat as you try to figure out what is going on and how Peter and Stiles will survive it, with these heart-wrenchingly sweet breather moments sprinkled throughout. If you enjoy time loop stories, this one is an absolute must read! 10/10, would recommend!

build-a-beau by veterization Rating: E | 41.5k Tired of his dad always worrying about him being single, Stiles decides to pay for a fake boyfriend service so he can finally get his pops off his back about it. It goes about as well as one can expect a fake texting boyfriend you accidentally catch real feelings for can go lmao. This fic is wonderfully witty, with really fantastic banter between the two of them, and it's just so very fun getting to watch the pretend part of their exchanges slip more and more into something genuine. 10/10, would recommend!

Under the Songbird's Wing by mia6363 Raing: E | 87k Stiles is captured and held in captivity alongside Peter, Deucalion, and Satomi Ito. To survive, Stiles runs through lacrosse drills and tells stories, eventually persuading his fellow cellmates out of their shells and establishing a profound, unbreakable bond between them. This one is HEAVY, folks. Like, heavy heavy. But, god, it's also such a beautiful exploration of the characters and the bonds they develop through shared captivity. I don't even know what more to say, really, it's just haunting and lovely and awful and wonderful all at once. In the mood for something that hurts? Then 10/10, would recommend!

#yes ALL of these are 10/10 would recommend!!! 👏😤#steter #fic recs #I may have gone overboard with this lmao #but I just!!!! love steter and these fics so much and I had to gush about every single one!!!!#and there is definitely no way I could have picked just one #teen wolf #asks #dre606

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 10 months

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So, imagine a crazy little AU where Grace is Spider's mom. Like she had a fling with someone who wasn't a jackass like most of the RDA personnel and that ends up with Spider being on the way. She has him like a month or so before Jack arrives. Grace doesn't really talk about him, so he remains unknown for the most part, only very few knowing about him for his safety. Since she is a scientist at heart and very busy, she isn't always able to take care of him, which ends up with her having to find "babysitters", one of them being Paz. Everything else goes like normal until her death where she tries to tell Jake about spider but kicks the bucket before she is able to. After the battle and the humans being kicked out, they find Spider along with a picture of Paz holding him. What happened to be a silly joke led them to believe he was Paz's child. That combined with everyone guessing that her and Quaritch had a thing at some point, led them to believe he was his child. No one bothered to do a DNA test, so everything up until the end of the way of water is the same. That is until he gets a very thorough check up from Norm to make sure he's ok after the months he spent with the RDA. For one reason or another, they check his DNA and find out that his father is not Quaritch but some assistant (I guess), and that his mother was Grace. Their reactions vary from shock and disbelief to happiness and ecstatic cheers. And yes, Kiri is very ecstatic to know her monkey boy is also her actual brother.

Damn, this got long. It was supposed to be a short "what if", but what can you do?

Also, sorry if my grammar and whatnot is bad. English isn't my first language.

That would DEFINETLY be crazy. I think that would end in a ton of angst, tbh. A ton of guilt from a lot of the older Omaticaya and the scientists, for treating Spider differently because of who they thought his father was. Norm and Max also for not checking thoroughly, and with Jake for not doing the best they could for Grace's kid. Jake and Neytiri only took in one of her kids.

And Kiri; wow. If she was pissed at Neytiri and the other adults for what happened to Spider before, it's not even funny how pissed she is now. This would just confirm what she always knew, that Spider understood her and belonged with her more than anyone.

On a humorous note though: Spider getting kidnapped and going "Ah, yes. My father." All while Quaritch is like "Who's this disgusting freak kid?"

Neytiri: A SON FOR A SON.

Quaritch: WHAT???

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #grace augustine #kiri sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #norm spellman #max patel #miles quaritch #paz socorro #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

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freyjas-musings · 3 months

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Thank you so much for the response abt the bonus chapter💙

To clarify ⚠️HOFAS AZ/NESTA/BRYCE BONUS SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

apparently since Azriel said he doesn’t have a mate in the bonus chapter Gwynriel is “debunked.” I feel like SJM included that just to show that Az doesn’t know yet, but it’s so interesting how different biases cause people to interpret the books differently.

I just wish people wouldn’t comment spoilers like that on posts not tagged as spoilers for the sake of argument

⚠️ HOFAS SPOILERS⚠️

Why would Az need a book if he has already found out who his mate is, is already in a relationship with her and has found growth and healing 🤔 ?????

I would throw the world's biggest tantrum if I see his story happen off page 😅😅... So no thank you I will wait for his book.

The ACOTAR spin off's are based on individual couples getting together with an overarching plot . The Romance is central to the spin off books so it's never going to happen off page.

Just before someone says it's not true that SJM said that 😅😅😅

So, the obvious logic would be that an Azriel book would be about his journey, growth and healing with a Gwynriel romance and also have a connecting plot with plot lines ,if I were to guess it would illyrian and autumn and some connected to Nesta.

If anything the Az , Nesta and Bryces bonus establishes the following things:

1. The shadows aren't evil , they haven't disappeared. They are very much his companions as they always were and as they always will be ( SJMs words from Azriels bonus ACOSF) . They are wilder similar to that of Cormac from CC , they truly are Azriels companions.

2. They don't react to all music, as evidenced by the lack of a reaction when Bryce plays music on her phone. They only react to Azriel's voice, and dancing or singing is a playful positive thing and they dance to Gwyn( they danced with her breath as though they heard a silent music which in my opinion the mate bond, SJM described the bond as the song between mates souls) . There by proving they are indeed mates!!!!

3. Azriel's mother is alive , he doesn't still talk about her but he loves her and is fiercely protective of her. It would be an important part in his healing and journey. Thereby further solidifying that his book is NEXT.

There are a lot more plot points I shall pull up once everyone has access to the book about why it's definitely going to be Azriels book.

Also, the sleeping beauty non sense based on stone mother and glass coffin is the worst reach ever , I can write why it's wrong on so many levels but I would be adding spoilers that aren't from the bonus and I don't want to do that.

All I will say is that the sleeping beauty reach was worse than Bread and Roses , I don't know how they keep outdoing their own levels of idiocy so well .

Sorry the answer was long but I would rather be thorough 🤗

AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

(You cool kids will need to tell me if I said it right 😅)

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel #gwyn acosf #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel #post acosf #acosf theory #acosf #hofas spoilers #hofas theory #cc hofas

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nekropsii · 10 days

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hello!I have a question about your alpha troll iceberg.

When did kurloz sexually assault meulin?I cannot find the source for it on my own.

I’m also a little skeptical since:

1.kurloz feels some form of guilt for deafening meulin.Not as much guilt as he shows,considering how he technically breaks his oath of silence by using his purpleblood magic

2.he isn’t openly sexual other than getting the codpiece,which I view as him following any orders from gamzee and/or lord English.And also his game sprite may have a bulge to it?im not sure about my second point

3.i don’t know why he would do that because he doesn’t abuse meulin that way.In openbound 2,he treats meulin more as an easy pawn to assist him in his malicious plans to help lord english & gamzee rather than sexually assaulting her to ruin her and then manipulating her.

I’m really curious to know when this happened,since it would reframe his already atrocious actions as even worse

Also I have a bias since I have a weird attachment to kurloz for no canon compliant reason.

Hopefully this isn’t too long…it probably is but I hope 8]

I applaud the thoroughness, actually, and thank you for reaching out. I love when people ask me to Cite My Sources, so to speak.

It's in one of the Signing portions of their interactions, so I do not necessarily blame you for missing it.

This is clearly non-consensual touching that is being framed as Upsetting on Meulin's end and Deliberately Creepy on Kurloz's.

I'm not really sure how I feel about it. Well, I feel bad about it, obviously, assault is literally always bad, but I really cannot decipher Kurloz as a character. Not fully, really, 'cuz he doesn't have much of one. To me, this reads as a pure, unadulterated Makara Moment, and I'm frankly just kind of tired of it. Kurloz's character is just a nebulous haze of Plot Instigation and Racism. Gamzee's character is also just a nebulous haze of Plot Instigation and Racism. These are both characters who are coded as Black, who are portrayed as being very dominating, abusive, and physically + sexually violent - especially Gamzee. Kurloz doing this is weird, but it's not... Shocking, I guess.

His relationship with Meulin is absolutely, uh... Troubled... To put it nicely... What, with him manipulating her into a cult and mind controlling her into doing his bidding all the time, on top of this assault, the Bullshit Clown Magic having the side effects of Confusion, Brain Fog, and Memory Loss, and her still seeming to have some kind of suppressed attraction to him... It's complicated. I think it could be genuinely very fascinating to explore, if one has the stomach for it. And a deft enough hand... And is capable of handling it all with maximum sensitivity. It's verging on something really good... But it falls kind of flat, and it's fucking exhausting that we're having this same damn conversation with another fucking Makara.

This could be done extremely well. There's some genuinely solid grounds here for exploring a very complex, very visceral abusive relationship, kind of like what was going on with Gamzee and Terezi, but... There was both just not enough time to set that up fully, and also I am so tired of Makaras being Like That.

I wish I could say this was surprising. I really do. It's not, though. It's like... On par with Gamzee being kind of a Necrophile. I just have to sigh and throw my hands up and accept it. Like, god dammit, okay, I guess we're doing this today! Sure! Whatever! Fuck my life.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #kurloz makara #meulin leijon #cw assault #cw abuse #cw racism #kurloz.pdf #meulin.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms #icebergposting

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prince-kallisto · 1 year

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Larry’s Suit Style Analysis

After making my Tucked-In Tie post, I started to analyze Larry’s suit because I’m not normal for him. Long story short, it’s a cheap average suit haha. But if you want a thorough analysis and some suit facts, continue!

Quick disclaimer, I’m not an expert at suits, fabric, or tailoring. This is an analysis based on the in-game models, official art, and my own knowledge. If I missed something or got something wrong, please let me know!

Larry is wearing an American cut, single vented, three buttoned suit with a notched lapel. The American cut suit was the first type of suit to be mass produced and affordable to the working class. It’s a modern suit compared to the traditional British cut and the sleek Italian cut, so most business men wear this type of suit. It’s referred to as the “sack suit” because of its shapelessness. American cut suits are often off-the-rack (OTR), meaning they are cheap and mass produced with ‘average’ measurements. OTR suits will always need tailoring to fit you perfectly.

I love how he wears a three buttoned suit!! It’s hard to see on his 3D model, but the official art confirms its there. Three buttons aren’t as flattering on most people because it isn’t as slimming and elegant as one or two buttoned suits. Tall and thin people are recommended to go for this type to suit if they want to “fill themselves out” visually. I don’t know Larry’s height, I’m terrible at comparing models haha. My guess is near 6 feet because he towers over the player character, and he slouches a lot. No matter his height, it’s an very interesting choice to add that extra button and I love it. A singular button can make a huge difference for a suit.

Edit: In case you’re curious, the BIGGEST rule of wearing suits is that you NEVER button the last button. This rule is so important that modern suits are deliberately designed and cut to not button the last button, or else the suit will be incredibly uncomfortable and awkward looking. Weird, right? But it’s why Larry has 3 buttons, but only 2 are actually buttoned.

He has three cuff buttons, which look nonfunctional. Two buttons is considered casual (Hassel) and four buttons is formal (Geeta), so three is an in-between. It’s expensive to have functional cuff buttons, so OTR business suits will almost never have functional buttons.

There’s minimal padding in the shoulders. It’s another standard for OTR suits because it works on most people’s shoulders. Larry has sloping shoulders, so the padding on his shoulders help support his upper body silhouette a bit.

Am I going crazy (yes), or am I seeing the stitches in his shoulder seams? It’s something that’s caught my eye since I first saw his 3D model. If it’s actual the thread becoming visible, then his suit is falling apart! Whatever it is, I really love the detail of it!

Edit: Notes pointed out his Pokéball throw, which makes sense why the threads are so strained! He has a really aggressive arm movement, so that plus the cheap and old suit isn’t a good combination haha

Depending on his pose and angle, his shoulders look like they have divots. If this is the case, then he probably has a hard time finding suits that fit his shoulders properly. Shoulder divots can happen for a variety of reasons, most commonly with athletic people because their biceps don’t fit the arm hole. But people with bent postures also need to have their suits accommodate them, because their shoulders will likely not match up with the suit shoulders. This is probably Larry’s case.

The suit looks like its made of cheaper polyester/polyblend fabric, which is really textured and very shiny. I love the detail on his model, but his suit immediately looked on the cheaper side to me, which was probably the point haha.

His suit is also a bit wrinkled; it’s not tailored specifically for him. Tailored suits aren’t necessarily form-fitting and slim, but they aren’t supposed to be creasing the way Larry’s is. Although suits can generally fit your size, an OTR suit will never fit you perfectly. His suit in the 2D official art isn’t wrinkled at all, so…I guess this just applies to his 3D model haha.

My theory is that he had some tailoring done to the lapel, which can pop out if it isn’t tailored (a bad lapel is one of the first signs of a cheap OTR suit). Minimal tailoring is a lot cheaper than tailoring the entire suit, especially if the suit was cheap and ill-fitting to begin with. He also has triangle embroidery on the lapel, which I interpret as foreshadowing for his Elite Four status! I wonder if Geeta asked the tailor to do that so Larry’s outfit could have something special about it haha

His dress shirt is way oversized, or at least has bad shoulders for his body type and posture. The shoulder seam is way lower than it should be. It’s really not worth it to tailor the shoulders in dress suits/shirts, it’s pretty much impossible unless you want to shell out a fortune. Your dress shirt and suit should at least have properly fitting shoulders, because every else can be tailored.

Of course, I want to mention how his tie is tucked into his shirt in the concept art! It’s not considered the be “proper” to do this, at least according to suit fanatics. Many people do this when they’re doing something messy or eating, and Larry eats a lot! I love this detail!

Larry wearing quarter-break pants. When the suit pant creases as it meets the shoe, this is considered a ‘break.’ A quarter-break has a very subtle crease and shows a hint of your socks. This style is considered modern but not trendy or flashy, so it’s very fitting for businessmen. Quarter-break also works well for tall and/or thin people! Geeta has no-break pants, which is very trendy and youthful, and Hassel has full-break pants, which is older and traditional. Hnnn the details!!!

He’s also wearing casual business loafers, and they look pretty worn out and dusty at the edges, especially in the official art. He seems to walk a lot between his three jobs, so his loafers probably get a lot of wear and tear.

This could be a coincidence, but in Japan there’s a very well known apparel company called AOKI. AOKI was established in the late 1950s, and their goal was to make suits affordable to the average Japanese man. Even today, AOKI is best recognized for their suits for salarymen. Larry’s name in Japanese is Aoki! Again, it’s probably a coincidence but it’s a fun one nonetheless!

I don’t know what the point of this was haha (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*) I just adore the character designs in Scarlet and Violet, and despite how plain Larry’s outfit is, there’s so much to be revealed in the details! I hope you liked this analysis!

#pokemon sv #pokemon larry #gym leader larry #elite four larry #long post #I’m normal about this man #real talk tho if I don’t make these insane posts who will #i am cringe but i am free #kallistopost #theory post

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thefuseoftemptation · 11 months

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THE SUB

‘when Eddie Munson and his guys get let go, he’ll try to find other ways to get himself back out there— even so much as posing as a sub at a school….even if it wasn’t really the scene he was looking for.’ BASED OFF OF THE SCHOOL OF ROCK.

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

PT. I: WELL, WELL, WELL….

WARNING(S): cussing, it’s like the film but I’ve also put my own turn to it, just little things here and there. the timeline isn't very specific, set in 2000's? like the film ig. so the reader and Eddie are in their 30’s? the numbers are in there. It'll be more thorough and specific as we go. and there are going to be other warnings further on but that’s all just for this section. lmk if there are more!!! NOT PROOFREAD. Well it is but knowing me, there’s always something that I overlooked.

And thnx to @jamdoughnutmagician for lending a hand w/the title, otherwise there wouldn't be one- I'd still be thinking about it.

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He wasn’t sure if it was just him hearing things, or maybe it was that whoever was in the room, didn’t know how to keep their voices down- but it kept pulling Eddie from his sleep.

The guy was back to where he had been trying to get away from for years- it’d been some time between from then, when he left, to now.

He’d been here not even a few weeks, subsequently to the results of him and his guys getting let go by their manager. And by let go, it means the guy just upped and left. Nothing but a sheet with a few short words to go by that told them they were on their own.

It was only a matter of time before everyone else left, the other members, had gone too. Not looking back as they shut the door without so much as a bye to their frontman who they’d known and been with for years.

Guess all of it meant nothing.

So here he was sleeping, totally out of it, on the pull out, under his Uncle's roof— once more.

Eddie would’ve taken the couch, but with its size, it wouldn’t have gone well when he’d wake up and have to stretch. Not thinking so much of it when it came to Wayne though during the years he used it. Who speaking of, when he heard that his nephew would be returning and staying with him for a few, was nothing but understanding with open arms even if it meant that his time to himself would be put on hold, again.

He even took to giving up the room so Eddie could sleep in there, albeit the head shakes given that Wayne wasn't having.

Wayne let his nephew know that he was more than welcome to take the room back, even with the no's he got from him. And Eddie, who was clear himself, made sure Wayne knew he wasn't about to let that happen. Telling the man, who was there for him throughout everything, that it'd only be for a little while— that he'd be out and on his way in no time.

That was a month ago.

And where was Eddie? Back with his Uncle, still.

—

“So how long has he been here?”

“S’just been a few weeks…”

“Mr. Munson, haven’t you had plenty? I mean, you took him in when he was young, raised him, and when he was ready– he left. It happens, we aren’t supposed to come back! I mean I wouldn’t.”

“You’re still here though?” Wayne remarks, crossing his arms as he leans back against the counter. Steve just stares at him not knowing what to say because well, he got him there. He’d been staying in the same house he grew up in, mostly because he himself wasn’t sure where it is he’d go if he ever were to leave.

Not certain of what was holding him there since everyone and thing he knew was gone. His parents left it all to him. They were living their lives, something Steve often thought about but never quite got a hold of.

Guess it just wasn’t the time for him….

Steve shook his head at Wayne’s comment.

“B-But this isn’t about me. It’s about Eddie, which– he’s here! A-And aren’t you…I don’t know, done?”

“Steve, when you have children of your own– come back to me on that. Until then, keep it to yourself. I get what you’re trying to say but it’s not necessary. It’s not like how it was back then, it’s different and as much as I was looking forward to me being on my own and him out of my hair– I ain’t just gonna turn my back on him. And how many times have I told you, it’s Wayne.”

“Mr– Wayne. He’s sleeping on your pull out!” Steve's arm waves to where Eddie was currently at, spread with his legs up and about. If there were any presumptions from Steve, Eddie most likely fell asleep like that rather shift into that posture during the hours.

“I can see that, but won’t be for long,” Wayne says then takes a few steps over to the window before opening the curtains.

“Son, get up. Now.”

Sure, Wayne Munson would always be there for his kid, it didn’t mean he’d never not be on him for not doing what he was supposed to. He wasn’t the type to let that go. He hadn’t been then, and he wasn’t about to begin now. No matter how old he and his boy got.

“I said up, son!” Wayne tugged the sheet out of Eddie’s hold, who had uttered under his breath before turning over.

“Christ. W-What? What is it?” His eyes lidded, the results of just waking up, as he looked over to where they were.

“Steve’s here. You ‘member Steve? Came by to see you after all this time.” Wayne’s head tips to where Steve stood and waved, not really trying with his greeting.

“Munson. How’ve you been?”

“Harrington? Why’re you here?” Eddie’s words were muttered, sleep still in his system.

“What? I have to have an excuse to come see my friend who I haven’t seen in years?” Steve questioned as he walked up to him, but by the way it released from his tongue so tonelessly, and the way Eddie’s brow lifted up– you could say that none of them were really buying the ‘why’.

Eddie looked to his Uncle who stood there, one arm over his chest as the other rubbed the scruff on his chin, and gestured to the guest in their living room.

“Why is he here?”

“Because he hasn't seen you in so long and he just had to come by– why do you think, boy?!” Wayne cut off his former sentence that was full of nothing but tone only to finish it with him getting real with his nephew.

“Well I don’t know, that’s why I asked!”

“He’s here ‘cause of you.”

“Wait, so he is here to see me?” Eddie didn’t know what to think. Nobody was making any sense.

“Not in that way. He’s here because you've been sleeping on the pull out for a while now and you haven’t gone out to get yourself back out there.”

“It still doesn't tell me why he’s here…” Eddie stared expectantly at them both, eyes going between the two of them as he wasn’t getting what was trying to be said.

“I just thought–”

“We.”

Steve corrected as he cut Wayne off, though he uttered a ‘sorry’ as soon as he saw what he just did to the man standing next to him.

“We just thought that maybe you could use a push, you know? An example.” Steve voiced, putting his hands on his side. Eddie rolled his eyes, setting himself so he was leaning on his elbows for support.

“Example of what?”

“Of what it’s like to be on your feet. You know, like what I’ve been doing and your Uncle had been at for years.”

Ugh. The unruly haired Munson just laid himself back down, using his shirt as a cover to pull over his face.

Steve was such a parent- such a mother.

“Mommy, could we talk about this later?”

Wayne's brows pulled together at the sentence that just came from his son’s mouth, not even sure, much less going to ask, what and who exactly he was referring to. He just kept his thoughts to himself and watched the interaction before him.

“Uh, no. We can’t, Munson. I’ve got work and Wayne has shit to get to. Now get up, come on.”

“No.”

“Son, don’t make me go over there. Get. Up.” Wayne stepped closer to where Eddie was at and thumped his forehead. Or what he thought was his head, not knowing since Eddie was still behind his t-shirt.

“We’ve got somewhere to be. It’s what keep us busy and out during the day. You know, as grown ups? I’ve got work.” Steves includes as paces in his spot, trying to explain.

“Temping?” Eddie asks, as he finally shows his face, removing his head from behind his tee to stare at Harrington.

Last Eddie remembered, Steve Harrington was between jobs. One of them being substitute teacher which honestly, wasn’t even really a job— wasn’t even half of one in his eyes!

“Munson, being a substitute is not a temp!”

Eddie looks to Wayne, who has seemed to have left to conversation since he was in the kitchen, getting a cup, going on like nothing was happening in front of him.

“He’s literally a babysitter.” Eddie lips as he sits up, side eyeing his friend.

“Oh you think it’s so easy. I’d like to see you try it, you wouldn’t last a day.” Steve butts in again, making a face at Eddie.

Wayne wasn't sure who to listen to or if he even gave a shit to do so, rubbing his neck as he sighs through his nose, already done with the nonsense that was going back and forth.

"This is getting nowhere. I'm telling you both— shut up. Now Eddie, I'm only saying this once here— by the end of the week, I expect you to have a job. You hear? Don't make me get on you and repeat myself, son.” Wayne lectured, taking one of his caps from the shelves, setting it on his head as he went for the door.

“Like I said, by the end of the week, no further.” And with that, he left with the shut of the screen.

The guys stared subsequently to the older Munson’s absence, stillness spreading the room besides the shuffling of the sheets Eddie took back that his Uncle set to the side on the floor— that is until he spoke.

"Dude, why're you here? I haven't seen you in years and all of a sudden you're in my living room teaming up with my Uncle on how to get me out of here. Is this what it's like when you’re not working? Or ‘scuse me, when you’re a temp,” Eddie imitated what was spoken earlier, his fingers making quotations. “You just got nothing else going for you so you y'know—"

"Hold up there. First of all, like I said, being a sub is not a temp, okay?" Eddie's expression towards Steve's words says otherwise.

"Secondly, w-why are you here, huh? Last I remembered you were packing up and going on about having a break through. And we weren't teaming up to get you out of here, so stop that. Christ, you're still the same. So,” Steve gestures his arms around trying to find the words before settling on one that could only sum up the guy in front of him.

"Munson."

"Why yes, Steve, that is my surname. And since we're apparently stating what we already know, how about I go ahead and say yours." Eddie leveled his head, with his chin sticking out and eyes fixated— a face that said ‘what’s new.’

"That's not what I was trying to say." If Steve rolled his eyes back any more, any further than he had been doing since he got there, they'd roll straight out of his head.

"It's just, you're still so Eddie, you know?"

Steve trailed off, looking to his old time friend, who he'd never admit this to ever— he missed.

Very much so.

Eddie stared back at Steve, watching as the other guy took a seat at the end of the pull out, before his lips were turning up in a tight lipped stretch. The all too familiarly look of self-satisfaction that Harrington had seen to many times in the years they've known the other. And just like then, Eddie got up and leaned into Steve's face, who in return, got up himself and took a step back.

Something’s never change.

"And that's how it’ll always be," he said nudging Steve's shoulder with his, never breaking eye contact.

"Well, whatever. Could you just try, you know? From now on. You've been here for weeks and haven't gotten out or done shit."

Eddie sighs and tilts his head as if he were thinking about it, shrugging shortly after.

"Whatever you say. I'll try— for no one else but you guys." Eddie says, as he points to Steve with one hand and gestures the other behind him, more likely referring to his Uncle, who just left.

“Yourself?” Steve questions as he sits himself down in a chair.

“I guess, why not.” Eddie answers with a wave of his hand.

—

Over the next few days or so, Eddie had been trying to look for a job. His eyes through with going over the same words in the newspaper and having no break with what he saw.

He’d been with Steve that day, stepping into his friends work to ‘keep him company,’ when really he had nothing else to do. He knew that, Steve knew that, but nonetheless let him stay as long as Eddie kept to himself and at least furthered in his search for a job.

Eddie was leaned up to the counter, legs stretched out behind him as he pressed himself into it. His elbow up supporting his face which was in his hand.

He could feel his eyes shutting, and if it hadn’t been for the noise from the telephone, he probably would’ve let himself slide to the floor to lay down.

Man, who knew job searching could be so time consuming….and boring as shit.

“Steve, the phone!” His words went unheard as his head, now rested on the surface of the counter, was muffled by his arms over it.

When there was still no reply back and the phone kept going, Eddie just about had it. Looking around to see where his friend had gone off and speaking under his breath before picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mr. Harrington?” The voice questioned on the other end.

“Uh, he’s not here.” Eddie answered, hands pulling the cord, eyes still briefing the room.

“Oh. Could you take a message for me?”

“Um, sure.”

Eddie listened as the person spoke, brows lifting when hearing what being said. Now, given the many times he’s told Steve that temping wasn’t a thing, he certainly was thinking much of it when there’s a possibility of a job on the line. But with what he had in mind….it wasn’t meant for his friend to take.

"Scuse me? Hello?"

"Uh," Eddie shook his head before fixing his words, sitting himself on the counter top as he crosses his legs. "When is it? And how long?”

“My guess is as much as a few weeks. But we do need somebody to start immediately.”

“Uh huh, so how much are we talking here?” There was not much thought to his query, it was honestly just him asking, him speaking in the usual Eddie way- which was not putting much thought into how things came out.

So in other words, being too forward. Something people often viewed as him not having ‘manners.’

When they went on about the role, Eddie asked himself why he’d been giving Steve shit all this time when he was making that much.

“Now, do you know when Mr. Harrington will be back?” The voice cut his thoughts off again.

“Hold up. Oh, you know what? I think he’s just coming in…Steve, phone!” His voice raised, eyeing the room to make sure the guy himself that had been referred to, wasn’t there.

Eddie was shuffling the phone and cord around, trying to let the other on the line know he was ‘handing’ it over.

With his fingers on the receiver, Eddie cleared his throat— his voice dropping to what was supposedly meant to resemble that of his friend’s.

“Hello, this is Steve Harrington.”

—

PT.II -> HERE

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vynegar · 8 months

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lost in translation (ch 10)

a (non-exhaustive) list of differences or cultural references i noted down for the translation of chapter 10 while watching the chn and eng versions side-by-side. previously i did the same thing for chapter 9.

disclaimer: i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

overall: not too much stood out to me. after looking back on my comments on ch 9, i guess there was less awkwardness in this chapter's translation since i didn't really make a notice things like clunky grammar or sentences. i feel like most of these examples are more like fun facts or nitpicking rather than things i really feel like i need to correct.

rhinoceros horn

心有灵犀一点通, or just 心有灵犀, is a well-known idiom that uses the rhinoceros horn as a metaphor. the idiom definition from the pleco dictionary app:

(idiom) hearts which beat in unison are linked; hearts linked as one, just as the proverbial rhinoceros communicates emotion telepathically through his single horn (idiom); fig. two hearts beat as one

so it can be used to describe people who are connected or very in sync. and here's the description of the rhino horn, also from a pleco definition:

magic horn (i.e. rhinoceros horn with its threadlike white core, mentioned in old texts as having a high sensibility)—heartbeat in unison 身无彩凤双飞翼, 心有灵犀一点通。(李商隐《无题》) Shēn wú cǎi fèng shuāngfēi yì, xīn yǒu língxī yīdiǎn tōng. For bodies no fluttering side by side of splendid phoenix wings, | Between hearts the one minute thread from root to tip of the magic horn. (The second line is often quoted as meaning a meeting of minds.)

the white threadlike core connecting each end of the horn is why it's used as a metaphor for connection; considering this imagery, having the horn hold the wick of a candle also makes perfect sense.

i know the story focused on the role of the rhinoceros horn in 异苑 "Bizarre Gardens", but i'm not familiar with the work so i won't try to add beyond the game's explanation :') i'm just noting the reference that i was aware of

10-1

no issues with the translation, but there's a bit of wordplay in the chinese version. translated more literally, it would be something like "and once the round was over, the pawn [棋子] simply became something to be discarded [弃子】." the bolded words are near-homophones, both pronounced "qizi" with just a difference in tone.

10-3

the number four is seen as unlucky in chinese culture (and other east asian cultures) since its pronunciation sounds like the word for "death". by extension, the number 14 is also unlucky, which is why prankster started the "ghost" appearances on the 14th floor of the building.

general note on translation; a lot of times in the narration, short descriptors are lost in the process of chn -> eng, probably since the full translation would make the sentence a bit unwieldy. usually it's not super important or the the meaning that it carries is made redundant through other context. for example, in 10-3, when they're discussing the culprit of the mischief in the office:

this contains the phrase "artem, who [the culprit] hates". this could be considered redundant through context (because why else would someone be targeting artem in this way?) but in eng, they don't specify this as it does in the original text.

another example in 10-5 when they confront the fortuneteller:

there were a few adverbs dropped from the translation in this section. i picked this one since it had the most change; in chn, she casually glances over it, but in eng, she "inspects" it which sounds much more thorough.

10-13

陆景和一改刚才冷峻严肃的模样，直接不顾形象地斜坐在会议室的长桌上。 Marius changes from his cold demeanor from earlier, and he sits down at the long table in the conference room with no regard for his image.

i... feel like the meaning got flipped to its opposite meaning and it's so puzzling that i'm still wondering if i'm just interpreting it wrong?? hence my typing out the chn text too, so other people can check it as well. i even tried a few different machine translations but this is still my conclusion. anyway, if my analyses so far are correct, this would be the second time that marius's personality becomes a bit harsher after the eng translation (it happened before in ch 9).

10-21

If it weren't for the fact that the copy [of the report] was still there and that it was something I had only mentioned to Artem, I would have thought that he had long since known what I was planning to do next.

also a sentence flipped to basically the opposite meaning, to the point that i doubt myself, but i think this time it's because the sentence is a bit long with a lot of confusing negatives

10-26

When visiting Brigid Gries:

You: Yeah, gege's right! Don't worry, you'll be fine! // [Brigid's writing:] "Thank you, shushu and jiejie" // Without stopping to tease that "shushu", you and Artem exchange a glance.

this is another situation with ways of addressing people in chinese; please check my comments on the scene in chapter 9-14 if you want an explanation of the terms.

rip rosa. you tried xD but looks like artem can't escape the shushu/uncle allegations 😔 and Brigid even called rosa "older sister" right in front of them both... ice cold.

also this time, jerome is just himself shushu

now switching scenes to vyn:

on second thought this might be too trivial, but whatever, we're already here and i have the screenshot and i'm a vyn blog. basically in chinese, vyn "looks up at Matthew Richter with a smile that's not quite a smile." that's pretty much the most literal definition of the phrase, and since it's vyn we can probably already assume that the smile wouldn't be a simple happy one, but yeah. now the last one!

I have decided that I want to become a hero. No, that's not right. It's not that I want to…

revised version leads more naturally into his next sentence as he explains himself. this is actually a nice transition since i'm going to mention this scene again in another post about ch 10, so stay tuned!! and thanks for reading, let me know what thoughts you had about this or the chapter ^^

#tears of themis #tot rosa #artem wing #marius von hagen #tot translation #tot artem #vyn richter #tot vyn #tot marius #lol carefully checking which characters are actually mentioned in this post since there are few (petty) things i hate more than spam taggin #thoughts of themis #ALMOST FORGOT THAT ONE #should i make ''lost in translation'' a tag?? or should i make people just scavenge for those posts on my blog

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hi, I'm the original Barbie movie hot take submitter. now that the poll's over and with about 80 people agreeing with me in total (which is honestly way more than i was expecting...) i guess... yeah i should probably address some of these comments, because i don't know which are in good faith and which aren't, but like i said at the beginning of my justification, it's something that's really important to me on a personal level and i saw at least a few people expressing sympathy or wanting to understand better where i was coming from. (again I'm autistic and i can't be sure it wasn't just sarcastic remarks, but it looked like at least a few people were willing to listen.)

this sentence here is your warning that I'm going to continue to talk about my experience. if you hated my take and/or were disturbed by it and would be upset to empathize with my point of view any further, this is your reminder to just stop reading here.

...

so first of all, i did hold myself back, writing that submission. i mentioned upfront that i kept it short, but i guess it only looks shortened if you know how much i have to say about it. i didn't even know if it would make it in so i did gloss over a couple things that may have led to misinterpretation (though a lot of those notes felt like a "how dare you say we piss on the poor" sort of moment (reference to a response on a different post, which accused Tumblr users of having "piss-poor reading comprehension")).

....anyway, this is a more comprehensive and thorough version of my viewpoint. it is long.

the first thing i would like to address is that i noticed a lot of people saying i was pulling it out of nowhere and "projecting (derogatory??)". and.... like.... yes. i know that. i basically said so explicitly when i said "I disliked this movie for heavily personal reasons". that's the point of submitting it to a hot takes blog; this is something that i think most people will disagree with me on, because it's nowhere near the "objective" interpretation of the movie, but it's something that a select few might resonate very strongly with. this movie didn't actually say any of the things that I said it did, on an explicit level. but there were undertones of it the whole way through that triggered multiple breakdowns since its release, because of my particular media sensitivities that i didn't know would be in this movie. you can think of it like I'm accusing this movie of having "traces of peanuts" rather than being a peanut dish. if I'm allergic to peanuts it still sucks, and is unsafe for people with my triggers. (still my fault for going to see the movie, it's not like it's immoral for it to have triggering topics in it. I just regret it and am bitter that everyone seems to unanimously agree that it has no problems, that's all.) I also see that a lot of people were not bothered by these same things that I was, and I respect that. And I'm glad that people were able to enjoy it— my intention was mostly "it seems like no one hated this movie but me. did anyone else share this interpretation?".

...honestly, the movie itself, on an objective level, wasn't actually too horrible. it was kind of sad and depressing, but i would've left it feeling kind of mediocre if it weren't for its online boom. everyone seems to be praising this movie for being incredible and groundbreaking and progressive, but like this other anon said (https://www.tumblr.com/hot-take-tournament/724649240320671744/while-everyone-is-already-arguing-over-the-barbie?source=share), it really... just feels like politically regressing, to me. speaking as someone who is various flavors of non-binary (multigender), and who is transgender and intersex, i am extremely passionate about gender rights. and this movie felt the same as really old radfem ideals of feminism that boiled down to "what if we kept the gender essentialism but we made it so (cis) women were good and sacred (but still perceived as weak, helpless, useless, etc.)". I saw many similar sentiments in the notes of the original poll that I agreed with, saying the movie barely was feminist if at all. I especially agreed with someone (don't remember who) who mentioned that it was kind of misogynistic and backwards for all the women to get brainwashed instantly the moment someone suggests a patriarchy. this movie really said "women are just helpless little children that deserve the world, and the men need to carefully watch what they do and be kept in check, because if they get too confident they're naturally inclined to establish dictatorships and be cruel and evil to the women! and of course the women would roll over and accept it if that happened because they're just helpless little lambs that can't think for themselves" like how is that feminist? i thought everyone was on the same page here that women are people. like people with agency that can do things. and the movie just felt extremely.... belittling of women's actual capability to do things, and demonizing of men's emotions. like i thought these were points that we've already been through, societally. but no. "best feminist movie", "so progressive", "groundbreaking".... like... what?? it's groundbreaking because... there was a patriarchy and no one's ever done that before??? like what is this, the feminism version of "Disney's first gay character"??? is it progressive because Barbie had One Conversation with an old lady who was (sarcastic gasp) happy??? (Admittedly that scene was pretty sweet, I'm not actually upset about that one. but like why is that the highlight i keep seeing everyone come away with. like is it groundbreaking for one (1) old person to be happy?? i would've preferred if there were like. you know. just reasonable casual representation for diverse bodies (but that's ok I wasn't expecting something like that from a mainstream movie anyway.))

...and since a lot of people were upset that I didn't address Barbie herself: yeah, ok, I think the existential crisis stuff was pretty neat, I think she genuinely did a decent amount of growing over the course of the movie, I think her character arc wasn't too bad if you look at it from her point of view. but i think, like ken, she needs to be held accountable for the things she did BEFORE that character growth. a lot of people in the notes mentioned her "forgiveness" at the end, and... yeah, I guess I will admit that's "groundbreaking" for a movie this mainstream, but that is not a compliment. it felt so hollow to me, and again that's just "projection" because when I say "it felt hollow", I mean that it sounds exactly like things I was told by toxic friends as a kid. but I think a certain amount of projection is necessary to empathize with a movie, at least the way I watch them. I don't think that relating stories to your own experience is a bad thing.

.... right, back to barbie's whole thing with "forgiveness". to forgive someone is to put yourself in a social position "above" their own. it's unequal by nature— it creates a social unbalance where one party "forgives" (gracious, generous, implied power of judgement over the other) and the other party "has sinned" (in the wrong, by default should be punished, deserves to suffer unless they properly repent). this sort of punitive structure was used against me and some people close to me and so I have extremely personal triggers around disingenuous apologies and forgiveness. (no, I'm not saying that forgiving people is evil, and I'm not saying that Ken did nothing wrong. this is about Barbie now.)

i don't think Barbie should have forgiven Ken. and i don't think Ken should have forgiven Barbie, either (though he was never given the option, because that would be admitting that she treated him like garbage). i think if Barbie was going to "forgive" Ken, if she really wanted to have a real platonic relationship with Ken at the end of the movie, she should have first acknowledged that she had never been a good friend to him, that he was never treated well on a base human relationship level. and i think she should have apologized for it. a real apology where she empathizes and understands how she hurt him and tries to do better, and acknowledges that she was just as lost as he was. and then lets him forgive her, too. but instead she just cuts straight to her own "forgiveness", skipping past any potential accusations of her own treatment of him, to assert her own dominance and center his own wrongdoings. I think they should have either BOTH admitted they didn't know what they were doing and were shitty to each other, or they should have both gone their separate ways bitterly and with their self confidence intact.

like I've seen some people saying, both on my dash and in the notes of this post, this is a tragic movie about two sad lost people trying to figure out how to break social conventions for the first time, trying to understand how to be more than just a Doll with a Role. and naturally, a movie like that has both of them acting shitty to each other within those roles; Barbie from the start of the movie, because she doesn't WANT a relationship with Ken and she seems to hold this against him, and Ken throughout the movie as he tries to understand why he never seems to be enough. Barbie repeatedly condescends upon and belittles him and is constantly aggravated with him and makes him feel small and burdensome and whiny and exaggerative. she makes fun of his fun names and treats him like a stupid and annoying child. and while some of you in the notes are out here laughing and saying "welcome to the real world for women", "that's just misogyny"— and?? is the moral here that misogyny is funny when it happens to men?? because it does happen to men. i know closeted trans men that are subjected to it every day and it just. seems so low to say "misogyny is good" ever. no matter what the end of that sentence is. to imply that some people can deserve misogyny and mistreatment "if they're men" or "if they're annoying" or "if they're clingy" like... this is part of why i submitted this take. i thought we were socially on the page that misogyny is wrong and sucks. and just because this worldbuilding sets it up so that only Kens experience misogyny doesn't make it suddenly just? either it's a human right to be treated with dignity, or you are supporting misogyny. there's no way to say "but it's funny if i can be vindictive about it" without accidentally validating that defense.

...I went on a tangent again. but what I mean is that Barbie herself was an ASSHOLE to Ken. she didn't want him around but felt obligated to support him, and the solution to that should be to make it so he can support himself. but instead she just feels burdened by him and takes it out on him by belittling his suffering and treating him like his every complaint and need were meaningless or annoying. should it have been her obligation to deal with all of his needs? fuck no! but to act like she could, and wanted to, like she was his friend, when she really just wanted to be free of him... that sucks. and it actively kept him shackled to her. and like, she didn't know better, but neither did Ken. they were both lost souls hurting one another by participating in the only thing they knew: an abusive power structure. the only thing Ken did wrong was.... also wanting to participate in that power structure from the "wrong end". it wasn't okay when Ken did it, but it's notable that Barbie did it first. and that they BOTH needed to apologize for treating each other like shit. and they BOTH needed to empathize with and forgive each other, knowing that they're in a better place now and that neither of them knew what they wanted before. they BOTH fucked up and they BOTH suffered for it. if both, or neither, of them had forgiven each other, then this would've just been an interesting and pretty sad movie with at least some resolution.

.... but INSTEAD what happened was that only Ken was shamed and felt like shit, because he crossed the line that Barbie was supposed to have total dominion over. and Barbie was never held accountable for her treatment of Ken, even though it came from the same misguided and hurtful place that Ken's actions did. I'm not claiming that what Ken did was good, or that he's a pathetic little meow meow and everyone hates him for no reason. but Barbie repeatedly condescends and bullies him at the start of the movie to take out her frustration with her situation, and while it's understandable why she's frustrated, that's not okay to do to him, just as much as it wasn't okay for Ken to "turn the tables" on her so to speak. this is kind of an eye for an eye situation. he only did to her what he had already been experiencing himself. and then for her to be the only one to "forgive", implies that it was okay to do to him, and therefore that it's only wrong if he does it.

misogyny is not okay just because you put it in a specific setting or applied it to specific people. and the same thing for pretending to be friends with someone you hate and then bullying them???. it's not "funny" when a woman attacks a man, and if you think it is, that's rooted in misogyny itself. because why else would you not see women as "real" threats or abusers? abuse could only possibly be twisted around into something funny if you think it can't cause real harm, and that's steeped in the sentiments that women are useless, powerless, and helpless, and that men are inherently powerful and able to control their situation. im sick of it. i feel like this movie genuinely pushed back gender equality by like 20 years. not everything is Men Versus Women and if you're centering the gender binary that much like it fucking means that much, you're erasing non-binary people too?? I'm just. I'm just sick of it, I'm sick of gender essentialism and stereotypes and hollow friendships. sighs. ok sorry this paragraph was just a vent.

anyway. this movie would not have impacted me this negatively if it weren't for the way I hear people talking about it. as if it's amazing and the next step in gender rights even though it basically devolved the understanding of gender back into "maybe............. do you think girls could do things? without dating a man..? or is that a little silly.... no wow!! actually yes! women can sometimes... not date!!". (making a spectacle out of obtaining basic relationship agency???) ...and this is mostly, again, just my own triggers, which over the course of this poll I am realizing are real triggers for me, but... yeah. reminds me of my tirf friend group that shamed anyone who was too forward or too masculine. that would nitpick at people's social mistakes to keep them in check and on their toes.

tldr; I'm so fucking tired of gender essentialism and I went to see this movie thinking it was progressive hot shit just to discover it was Social Shaming But It's Funny Because We're Subjecting Men To It This Time. not very funny when I know so many transmascs who are punished for being women when they aren't. and Ken fucked up, but Barbie fucked up too. neither of them were good for each other and they were hurting each other the whole time, but Barbie never owned up to it and then on top of that "forgave" Ken in a way that was just personally triggering for me. (Not evil, not necessarily malicious. but upsetting for me on a personal level because of my sensitivities).

anyway. thanks for reading if you did. I'm probably not gonna check the notes on this one but just know that it does mean a lot, the few people who did agree with me. I wasn't even expecting 80 people, maybe more like 20. I was fully expecting to get 98% ratioed, considering how positively everyone talks about this movie.

(i hope you have a great day too, mod! my apologies for how long and impassioned this got. I hope this take was entertaining for you at least??)

#not a poll #asks #barbie discourse #barbie spoilers

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0tt3r-pop · 2 years

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hi!! could you do octonauts comforting headcannons? like you had a bad day or just feeling sad, how they would react. thank you!!!! 🥰🥰🥰

YESS!!!! It's been so long since I've written something in this format, let's go >:)

I also added some other characters ^^

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Captain Barnacles

- Instant Dad Mode (said as if he's not in Dad Mode 99% of the time-)

- Doesn't always know what to do, but he tires his best

- Would ask what was wrong or if anything happened

- He honestly (almost) takes the most time out of anyone here to make sure you're ok [not that the others don't take time], this man is thorough

- He gives great bone crushing hugs, the type of hugs you'd never forget (in a good way)

- Gives the Dad Pep Talk (TM) to you (the good one, not the "What's 6 × 3" angry pep talk)

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Kwazii

- Doesn't really know how to approach at first

- Ends up going in calm before going more energetic

- Always asks if your up to do anything to distract you from whatever may have happened

- Would 100% tell you stories about Calico Jack or some things they've done before joining the Octonauts

- Wraps their tail around your arm/hand/wrist in comfort (if you're ok with that)

- You have a high chance of getting softly tackles and purred on by Kwazii. As well as getting biscuits made on you

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Peso

- I'm 90% sure he's the oldest (if not one of the middle-older) of like, 50- most are cousins but they are basically siblings in a Spanish family (- from a Spanish person)

- The first time he's a little nervous, but after that they find things that will work for you ^^

- Would build a pillow fort, no questions asked. They are the 2nd best in the Octopod when it comes to pillow forts

- Probably pulls out a sticker sheet and gives you some, ESPECIALLY if they have puns

- Movie night, you guys just vibe in a pillow fort watching some good movies with some snacks. Maybe the Vegimals will join you guys

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Dashi

- No hesitation, grabs your hand (or asks you to follow her if you don't like touch) and plans something fun to do

- One of the first questions out if their mouth is if you want/need to vent

- Hypes you up no matter what. Got in an argument? Get it, you stood firm and held your ground. Someone left you? You're going to get better, you're doing amazing now.

- She'll show you her photo album/vidoes, especially photos of funny moments she managed to capture

- They'd 100% pull out a box of horror movies that are so bad they are funny, and spend the night watching them with you

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Tweak

- It takes a bit for Tweak to fully notice, but when they do, it's game over

- Pillow Fort. You can't tell me that they aren't the best at making pillow forts

- Yes, they are working on something while you're talking (if you are OK with talking) but she is paying attention and holding on to every detail while planning on what to say

- After a while (especially if it's late) they will have their video game console ready to go with another controller ready for use (if you want to play)

- Probably plays some more chill and calming games, like Harvest Moon, Animal Crossing, or Uno

- That or more high energy games, like Splatoon, Bioshock, or Overwatch (those games do a good job at taking your mind off of things)

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Shellington

- Gestures for you to give them your hand

- Guess what? You now own a very cool looking piece of coral

- After that they lead you to their lab and starts setting up a little blanket fort (different from a pillow fort)/nest for you guys to vibe in

- The Vegimals join after a little while and will just lay on you guys

- Shellington would read to you, no questions asked

- That, or set up a projector they have and watch some movies (probably Disney or Pixar, maybe a history movie or two)

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Professor Inkling

- Looks at you for a bit to get a good read on you, similar to Shellington

- After a while he'll approach you and ask for you to follow him to the Library

- There, there's already tea and other things ready for you guys

- Doesn't pressure you to talk to him about anything, just grabs a book and starts reading (out loud if you ask)

- Give some of the BEST advice. He's pretty old, and is seen as a grandfather by anyone he works with. This dude has wisdom and knows how to give it to you in a nice manner

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Vegimals

- Will either bake something for you, or get you to help them bake for others (and yourself, depends on what you like)

- You get to see the chaos unfold around you as flour rains down around you

- That, or they will take you to the Garden Pod to do some gardening with them (this normally ties in with baking/cooking tho, they need to get ingredients)

- I headcanon that they can purr, and they pur LOUD

- One would just climb on your back and start purring (probably Salepeño, Barrot, or Codish)

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Tracker

- Gives you their jacket, and no, they won't take no for am answer here

- Also makes you some hot coco/coffee/tea

- Lets you talk when you want to, it's your choice

- Likes to show you cool things they found to take your mind off of things

- At some point they'll break the (likely) silence with a flurry of encouragement and affection, "You're doing amazing", "I know things are rough, but you'll be able to pull through", "You should be proud of yourself, you're doing well" and other other things

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Professor Natquik

- He knows. That's it. He knows

- Doesn't even question it that much, he kinda just... takes you???

- Think about the thing cat's do with their kittens, that

- Makes you a nice drink, sits you down, and just talks with you. You don't have to respond if you don't want to, he'll gladly ramble on about his work and support for you

- Tells some really funny stories (such as how he met Barnacles by hitting him in the face with a snowball) [headcanon]

- You'll probably end up falling asleep by mistake, but he's happy. Brings out a fluffy blanket and drapes it over you. Get some rest, you deserve it ^^

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Bianca

- Orson and Ursa are already on you asking questions, but they only want to cheer you up and help you feel better

- Bianca probably sends them off to play for a bit while she stays with you

- Instant hug (if you're ok with it), just as strong as Barnacles

- She gives amazing advice, and is always willing to help (and throw hands, just in case)

- Ursa and Orson come back after a while with little snow bunnies they made

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Ranger Marsh

- Would ask what was wrong but walk away before you could answer

- Then he'd have a baby alligator in his arms and just hand it to you/put it on your lap

- Congratulations, you now have a therapy alligator

- He would also hand you a packet of crackers and some water. Don't think when you're dehydrated/hungry, there's a fair chance that your brain and body is being pissy. He's a walking Snickers ad in a way

- Also does the (good) Dad Pep Talk (TM) at the end

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Calico Jack

- How they respond depends on where you are, so for this I'll just say your guys are in the Amazon-

- Congratulations, you are now in a Capybara cuddle pile with Calico Jack laughing (but in a nice way, like "aww, cuddle pile")

- He does the same thing as Kwazii, wraps their tail around your arm/hand/wrist (if you're ok with it) and does the purr

- Like Grandfather like Grandspawn

- Would 100% make a fake treasure hunt for you to take your mind off of things

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Paani

- I don't know much about Panni, but I feel like he'd offer you a nice rock

- If you guys are outside he'd try to take you to a place with a good view and have a little picnic with you (that they TOTALLY didn't make last minute /s [he made it last minute] )

- Just vibes with you watching the sky and clouds. Also probably looked at the sun by mistakes at least once no I'm not projecting

- Will try to get you to talk about it, but will back off if you don't want to. He's glad to fill the silence with things he's done

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BAM DONE-

Sorry for being gone for so long, exams are next week and my brain is ascending into the floor rn lol

Requests are still open ^^

#octonauts #captain barnacles #kwazii #peso #tweak #shellington #dashi #peso penguin #professor inkling #vegimals #the octonauts #octonauts headcannons #octonauts headcanons #ask #comfort #comfort ask #incorrect octonauts quotes

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aaaaafro · 2 years

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an: another chapter from my oneshot book and its again a fluff but for this ver. decided to give it a cool lil ending ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Confession Of A Shy Person - ITZY Chaeryeong x M! Reader

Tw: +18, smut

How can a shy person confess? When we all know confessions are hard, most often times, it's even impossible, whether it be a difference in social status. Insecurities about your appearance or in this case an extremely shy person and also not wanting to ruin a really good friendship.

Chaeryeong has thought hard and long. After almost 3 months and 2 weeks of planning she has finally convinced herself. She can do this...

"I can't do this." She whispered to Yuna as she immediately runs back after seeing you sitting on the meeting place she told you about and Yuna just stood there dumbfounded by what just happened.

......................

You weren't aware of anything, but as a good friend you accepted her invitation and thought it was just having a little get together with Chaeryeong and her friends.

Chaeryeong has been your friend since the start of college. After you got lost on your first day and she helped you find your classroom.

After that encounter both of you got comfortable with each other, then she introduced you to her friends.

Consisting of Yeji, which seems to be their 'leader' of some sorts, followed with Lia who's radiating too much rich older sis vibe, then Ryujin, she's like the campus crush, and lastly the Energetic Yuna.

At first you're worried that you wouldn't fit in, until they start teasing you and Chaeryeong to be dating that you just got used to their company.

They'd often invite you to their hangouts and you couldn't say no, after all they're only the only friends you have since moving to Seoul.

You thought you'd be closer to them even more, well most of them that is the case but with Chaeryeong seemed more distant now, only talking to you when you initiate it.

Of course you had no idea why that is, thinking it was because of the teasing her friends made that caused this to happen.

In Chaeryeong's defense, she did like you the very start. A timid, kind and quiet person that she encountered and helped. You were so grateful that you bought her a whole lunch.

What made the matters even worst is, as soon as she introduced you to her friends and the teasing began she didn't have any chance at all, other than to admit that she actually has feelings for you.

Though that was months ago and after a thorough planning she'd come up with the perfect way to confess her feelings.

Society might deem it to be unusual for a girl to confess to a boy but after consulting her friends with the matter they all agreed and supported her.

You actually find it odd that at some point they actually stopped teasing you with Chaeryeong but greatly appreciated since you know Chaeryeong didn't feel comfortable with it as well.

So, now as you sat down waiting for Chaeryeong to arrive which was supposedly 30 mins earlier you decided to text her. However you haven't even reached to your pocket Yuna appears right beside you and you two decided to talk.

Meanwhile at the back of the building the other girl's are waiting for the outcome. All of them were excited till they see Chaeryeong running frantically towards them.

"Oh no." Ryujin whispered under her breath.

"What happened?" Lia asked after Chaeryeong got close enough.

Yeji hugged Chaeryeong as she was shaking so much. Everyone else immediate went in for a hug and comfort her as well.

As all of those as happening you and Yuna are still at the said place you were so supposed to me Chaeryeong at.

"What happened again?" You curiously asked Yuna as she smiles innocently.

"Chaeryeong had something to do." Yuna answers.

"She could've messaged me right?" You replied

"Yup, but I guess she wanted to message me before you." You got more curious at what's happening with Chaery. As Yuna just stood there with a mischievous smile.

On the other side of the coin Chaeryeong finally calmed down with the help of her unnies. They all decided to take a small break in the café nearby.

"You really chickened out?" Ryujin asked.

"Come on Ryujin, you know how shy Ryeongchae is about this stuff." Yeji answered

"You shouldn't! It's love... can you just be... i don't know... not shy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ?" Ryujin replied.

"I'm sorry but I can't, you know how it is! And it's not just because I'm shy, it's also because my friend! He's like one of you girls! My bestfriend." Chaeryeong answered.

"I'm scared that if I tell him about my feelings and he doesn't have the same, it would just lead to our friendship being broken." She added and everyone went quiet.

"Tell us again, what did you exactly like about him?" Lia asked enthusiastically and everyone nodded in agreement with the question.

"Haven't I told you enough?" Chaeryeong visibly confused as granted she did have privately talked about her feelings for you to her unnies even Yuna in their own group chat.

"Come on, maybe we can think of a better way for you to confess to him once we've got to know about what you like about him even more." Yeji added and both Ryujin and Lia just nodded.

"Fine!" Chaeryeong defeated as she mustered all of her might to talk about you one more time.

"As Yeji-unnie said, I'm shy about stuffs like this even before I met him. He's this lost 'cute' guy at the campus. So, as a model student I decided to help him. He was so thankful for what I did and I actually didn't do anything because he's the same class as me." The three girls listening smiled when Chaeryeong said 'cute'.

"Then I regretfully introduce him to you and what's the first thing you do? Immediately tease me with him! Saying I have a boyfriend when we're in public." She fake-angrily spew.

"But, if I'm being honest, even if you didn't tease me to him. I'd definitely fall in love with him..." Everyone covers their mouth in shock.

"I know, I know, it's not just a simple crush I know there's something deeper and I've been denying it for far too long, but having to see him there sitting and waiting keeps making me shy to the point where I can just dig a hole and hide there forever."

"After today, I think I will never have the courage to tell him how I feel." Chaeryeong ended and her Unnies are just wide eyeing her.

"Uh... h-he's behind me isn't he?" She asked and they all nodded weakly.

It was like a strawberry getting hyper ripened in front of her Unnies eyes, Chaeryeong develops a frightening red blush as she realized the situation.

"How long?" Chaeryeong whispered.

"Since Lia asked." Yeji replied with a cheeky smile.

"I hate you!" Chaeryeong whisper-screamed and everyone smiled.

"I think we should give these two some time to talk." Yuna suggested as she sat you down infront of Chaeryeong and pulled her unnies away.

"Good luck." Yuna whispered to Chaeryeong.

After all of the other participants exit the cafe, it's just you and Chaeryeong with this awkward tension.

"So... y-you... like m-me?" You nervously asked wanting to break the deafening silence.

However Chaeryeong didn't answer as she just sat there with her head down with her ears visibly red

"I-i'm sorry... I know I shouldn't have eavesdrop. I was just concern about u-us. Lately you've been distant to me and I don't know why, not until now... and knowing that y-you had these feelings for me, helped me realize something..."

"I've been avoiding it as well but ever since I saw you the first day of college... when you helped me, I couldn't help myself but to fall for you. You have always been a good friend to me, even introducing me to your group of friends." With that Chaeryeong finally lifts her head up and looked at you.

"Chaery you don't have to be afraid of breaking our relationship... quite in fact why don't we upgrade it?" You asked with a smile on your face offering a hand to Chaeryeong.

The world went slow motion for a minute as a smile forms across the blushing girl's face. She bit her lip before a cute little chuckle escapes her lips.

"You're so cheesy." Chaeryeong cringing at you.

"I'm s-sorry." You replied with a hint of shame in your face.

"So, what do you say?" You extended your hand to Chaeryeong as she just sat there and examined it.

"Will you be MY Chaery?" You asked as a long sullen silence fills the room and you can feel everyone's attention centering towards you.

"Chaeryeong, please answer I'm really getting shy right now." You whispered as another cute chuckle escapes her lips right before reaching for your hand and immediately running out of the cafe.

"Unnies! Can you pay for the coffees? I'll treat you all when we come back!" Both of you run pass her unnies and Yuna as they just shrugged and laughed at the two of you.

Hand in hand. Without the hint of sadness both you and your Chaery just decided that it's your world. A world where all of your attentions are focused on just the two of you and nobody else.

....................

The day went by quick. Considering both you and Chaeryeong had a ton of fun on your first date as a couple.

As a young couple both of you didn't want it to end. So, what did both of you resulted in doing? Yup. Overnight.

Your parents aren't strict and since both of you have already introduced each other to all of them it didn't take that much work for both of you to convince them.

Currently in your room, you both settled in after a dinner with your family. They're delighted that you're now dating even Chaeryeong's parents which was the first house you came to, to announce it.

Now that the night is nearly over, you lay on your bed, quite nervous to be honest. This is your first time sleeping with a friend, your GIRLFRIEND.

You shook your head lightly slapping yourself to try and calm down then the bathroom door opens and your attention quickly shifted as she made her way to your bed, quickly laying right next to you

You can't lie to yourself being a healthy young teen that you are, you've had your fair share of glances towards Chaery.

People often aren't that attracted to her but that wasn't the case for you. You've fallen head over heels for her since the day you've met but too shy to admit it.

Now there she is. In her comfy sleepwear which reveals most of her skin and god you weren't ready.

Those silky soft thighs are inches away from your hand as you quicky retracted it. Chaery notices it and chuckles.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a cute voice curious on what's on your mind.

"N-nothing. I-it's just I'm nervous, it's my first t-time sleeping with a girlfriend." A stuttering mess that you are. Chaery chuckled hesitantly this time.

"A-actually, I'm n-nervous too..." She replied.

"But maybe... if we..." She inches closer and your heart must've skipped like 40 beats or something.

A loud gulp echoed as you try to calm yourself with Chaeryeong still inching closer, till [HUG]. You're more than surprised that she did this considering how shy she is specially when it comes to skinship.

"Maybe if we got comfortable with each others touch we can lower each other's shyness." She suggested suddenly placing her juicy thigh on yours.

You had no choice but to reciprocate and hug her back, tightening the proximity even more to the point where her chest was pressed against yours.

Feeling her body on you was... HEAVENLY. You can't deny it even before all of this happened you can clearly say she took care of her physical health.

You feel your little buddy twitch under your shorts causing you to slightly shift backwards a little.

Chaeryeong notices this and lifted her head from your chest.

"What happened?" She asked.

"N-nothing, i-it's just..." You try to think of anything to explain it but your mind just went blank.

"This?" Chaeryeong's hand traveled too quick for you to anticipate and she immediately reached your clothed manhood.

"W-why is it hard?" She innocently asked.

"Y-you..." You whispered.

"What?" Chaeryeong clearly didn't hear you.

"I said because of you." You respond.

"What did I even do?" She asked as she slowly caress your ever growing erection.

"T-this." You replied reaching in her inner thigh a gasp escapes her lips and you swear it's the sexiest sound you could've ever heard.

"Hmmm." Both of you are now touching, feeling and grinding on each other's hand trying to alleviate the heat you're currently experiencing.

An eye contact between you to and you got pulled in by Chaeryeong for a passionate kiss where immediately tongues are introduced.

Battle for dominance was taking place as she frustratingly lets go of your clothed rod and tug your shirt.

You slowly took your shirt off and seeing Chaery's reaction actually made you chuckle. She was fake covering her eyes with gaps for her to actually see you topless.

"Seriously?" You asked as she responds by pulling you on top of her and resuming your make out session.

Slowly Chaeryeong's top comes off as well, you failed to notice it till both of you pulled away as she had to pass it through her head.

Dimly lit room failed to do you justice as you wanted so bad to admire her features but fuck it, feeling it pressed against yours was a hundred times better.

The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra made it so that at the first contact you'd immediately feel her hardened nipples. You decided to take a quick turn and slightly lower your kisses down.

From her lips, you detached and placed soft and subtle kisses on her chin. Light nibbles on her neck and making your way to her breast.

They weren't the biggest but they sure are soft. You took one of the pair in your hand and gently squeeze. You aren't done yet as you took the other one and suck on the bud.

This cause Chaery to moan out loud but quickly covering her mouth to suppress excess sounds that might alert other people in the house.

You, however continued to work wonders and switching back and forth between the two mounds in your possession.

"Mhmmm..." Chaeryeong dug her fingers to your hair pulling you in to hopefully further extend the sensation but she wasn't having enough... it wasn't enough she knows she needs more of you.

Chaeryeong pulls you up and with a disappointing grunt you made your way up to her face once more both of chuckled at how wet your lips are so as her boobs. She suddenly switched back to her shy self as she lightly tugs on your shorts while looking away.

"Uhm..." You whispered as shifts her look towards you.

She then skillfully removes her shorts along with her underwear and quickly pulling the blanket to cover both of you.

You're currently on top of Chaeryeong's naked sweaty body, you can actually feel the heat radiating from her core as it is inches away from your fully hardened member.

"You're so beautiful." Was the only thing you can conjure up at the moment. That was a misstep as she looks away with a blush on her cheeks.

"I'm serious." You took the liberty to turn her head towards you once more making sure your eyes are locked on to each other.

"I-it's my first." She whispered without breaking the eye contact.

"So is mine." She smiled at your response knowing that this experience will be special for both of you.

"Protection?" She asked and luckily you've come prepared.

Don't get it wrong it was one of those pranks from your dad where he even teased you with 'you're an adult now, so be careful'.

You took the condom in your wallet and immediate put it on, honestly you're against it given it's your first and of course you want to experience it as raw as you can so you you're quite hesitant as you align it on Chaery's entrance.

Chaeryeong noticed it and taps your nose to get your attention. She then flashed that iconic smile paired with a lustful lip bite before lining her lips to your ear and whispering

"Take it off."

God, can this girl get any more lovable. You thought to yourself excitedly removing the annoying rubber. Lining your self up to her entrance once more...

Both of you looked at each other and a flash of happiness in her eyes gave you a urge to do your best for not just your first time but also for her.

Slowly going in, she was already so wet from your earlier work on her chest that she didn't need any more teasing.

You have to admit that nothing can compare to what you're currently experiencing. The way her walls clasps you was otherworldly and that slow sultry moan that escaped her was music to your ears.

Slowly thrusting you feel Chaery's legs locked behind you and pushing you in deeper that almost made you cum, luckily you fought the urge and decided to quickly pull back only to be pulled in once more.

This battle was repeated countless times as Chaeryeong's gasps fills your room. You started going in a bit faster and harder and Chaeryeong really felt it, as well as her orgasm coming close. She pulls your upper body to lay on her before taking your earlobe and biting into it.

"You're so good~" Her hot breath tickles your ears only to encourage you to double your efforts.

And double your efforts it is as she immediately lock your lips with hers to muffle the moans that could've woken up your neighbors.

Finally reaching her apex she pulled you in as deep as you can, feeling her liquid flooding your rod inside her was HOT.

"Haaa~ mhmmm~" She moaned trying to catch her breath.

You on the other hand started thrusting once again. She didn't protest instead encourage you with a nod.

You can actually feel your climax coming soon as her hot thighs locks you inside her. Concerned that a unwanted thing can happen you lean to her ear to ask for permission.

"I'm close..." You say grunting as you keep on thrusting as she tussles your hair.

"Out." She answered as both of you smiled at each other.

In no time your orgasm came and you immediately pulled out painting her flat toned tummy with your love.

With the two of you exhausted, you just layed beside her and kiss the top of her head. Minutes after catching your breath she stood up and took your shirt wiping off your stains on her tummy.

Despite the nudity and the erotic image presented to you. You couldn't help but describe it as...

"Cute."

She took a pillow as a support as she leans forward and smiled at you

"I love you." She tried her best to lower her voice but you still heard it. You smiled and place a quick peck on her lips before responding...

"I love you too."

#itzy #itzy smut #chaeryeong smut #chaeryeong #kpop #itzy x reader #male reader

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milune-vox · 1 year

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Bubble up (one-shot)

You can also read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45431164

Summary : Dream appears in Hob's bathroom, seemingly distraught. Hob draws a bubble bath. That's it, that's the plot.

"Is the water alright?"

A low hum answers him.

Hob is seated on a stool in his bathroom. He's wearing an old band t-shirt and shorts, his bare feet hooked on the footrest. In the steam infused air, he contemplates the mop of dark hair emerging from the bubbles in his bath. It is an endearing, albeit confusing sight. He feels restless, just sitting here.

Waiting.

Earlier that night, he had gotten home properly knackered after a long day packed with classes and grading and had headed straight for the hottest shower he could take without boiling himself alive. He had just gotten out of his shower and finished dressing for the night when his friend had appeared in a swirl of sand, which still sits in a heap on the tiled floor. The sudden magical apparition hadn't been the biggest surprise, but rather how his proud friend was in such disarray, his hair more chaotic than usual, his clothes like they'd gotten acquainted with fire, his eyes haggard and avoidant.

He had looked positively exhausted. Hob, in his own exhaustion-induced haze, after having received no answer to his worried questioning, had suggested he take a bath. It made sense in the moment–Dream did appear like he needed one–but, as the seconds passed and dragged themselves heavily like feet in the mud, Hob started to doubt that asking this to his non-human and very proud friend was perhaps some sort of terrible faux-pas.

However, after a bit more of that terrifying silence, Dream had agreed with a curt nod of his head which had, in an instant, propelled Hob into action. He quickly started drawing the bath and got a bit overenthusiastic in the process- his nerves, most likely. Emergencies did always fill him with an unusual clarity and an unstoppable will.

After a few minutes of pure focus, he sat back on his knees, splashes of water on his sleepwear, arms drenched up to the elbow, hair a bit wild.

There it was, then: his masterpiece.

The tub was filled with warm water, almost overflowing with a hefty cloud of shiny bubbles. The scent of lavender danced around gently in the air. The warm embrace of water, the soothing smell of lavender, the gentle and soft press of bubbles: those were among the few comforts he found able to wash away most grief.

He hoped it would prove to be enough, for whatever his friend was going through.

He heard the sound of fabric rustling and felt his gut do a somersault. Yes, time to show himself out.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then-"

"No."

Dream sounded much closer than he'd expected, and a chill climbed up his spine.

His voice was the same as it had always been, which contrasted strangely with his rugged, broken exterior.

"I can, uh, sit over there, I guess."

This granted him no vocal answer, which was an answer in itself, he supposed. He pulled a nearby stool to him, and sat. He’d never noticed some details on the wooden floor. It was a nice, hardy, shiny floor.

He heard the sound of rippling water, as, one foot after the other, a body entered the bath.

He noticed how some of the boards were a bit chipped with use.

The water overflowed a tad, a bit splashed on the floor.

How long was it since he’d treated the wood? He should probably do it again.

Hob stared at the sinuous designs in the wooden planks, and when he was done with that, he stared some more at the blue bath mat. If he paced himself, he could stare at his furniture for the rest of the night. After a thorough examination of the floral patterns on the blue tiled walls, he started to wonder if his friend had fallen asleep. The thought worried him enough that he let himself finally look at Dream.

His friend’s head was above the water, half buried under the bubbles, with his eyes closed and breathing peacefully, the bubbles floating away from his face with his exhales. Hob wondered if he even needed to breathe, or if it was all part of his... human facade.

"Is the water alright?" he asks, managing to sound less strangled than he feels.

A low hum answers him.

In the steam infused air, he contemplates the mop of dark hair emerging from the bubbles in his bath. It is an endearing, albeit confusing sight. He feels restless, just sitting here.

Waiting.

He can hear muffled noises from the street below and from the pub downstairs. It is a faint, comforting background noise that usually helps distract him from his solitude.

He is not alone, now, however.

Hob breathes in deeply.

It is peaceful. No matter how uncanny the situation is. No matter how worried sick he is over Dream’s unusual state. It is peaceful, here and now.

One by one, he lets his muscles relax. He closes his eyes. His feet are up on the bars of the stool–he puts them down, grounding himself. He now feels present in a way his usual hectic schedule doesn't allow him to. He vaguely wonders if he ought to take up meditation again. He'd certainly like to feel this way more often. It is pleasant, the way puzzle pieces slotting into place is. He feels at one with the world.

In a way, he supposes he is generally more anchored than most, unchanged by the hands of time as he is, a fixed point across the centuries. He wonders if perhaps Dream appreciates this fact about him. Finds safety in it. As unfathomably old and unknowable as he is.

He is attuned to his environment, his own body, and the presence of his friend, so, naturally, he notices the shift in the air when it occurs.

His eyes open and he feels once again compelled to look over to his Dream, an instinct pulling him in his direction.

His face is barely rising from the bubbles, wet, but not from the bath’s water. Tears are streaming down his face- he’s weeping without making a sound, still as a statue.

Hob's throat closes up at the sight. Should he bring attention to it by bringing it up? He'd always had a habit of putting his foot in his mouth. He prefers dealing with things head-on, and not letting them fester in half-words and half-truths.

It still takes a moment for him to be able to murmur,"Are you alright?"

Dream's eyes close, as does his face. His voice is even lower than usual, raw in a way Hob has never heard.

"I apologise."

"There's no need to. Take all the time you need."

His own voice is a terribly weak thing, for his heart aches so with worry and compassion he feels tears fill his own eyes. Oh, how he wishes he could erase the hurt, make it better, make it so he'd never have to witness that heartbroken expression on this beloved face.

"If you wish to talk about whatever it is, I'm here. If you need anything, anything at all that I can provide, I will happily give it to you."

Dream nods. The slight movement disrupts his collected expression, like a stone thrown on still waters. His lower lip convulses, his eyebrows twitch. He hides his face in his hand.

Hob’s hands stretch towards him, helplessly. One of them finds a grip on the tub sides. He wishes he could reach out. Provide comfort. He keeps his eyes downcast to provide him a sense of privacy. His knuckles must have whitened from his grip on the enamel tub.

In the silence, the smallest hiccuping sounds are as loud as gunshots, and wound him just the same. His throat closes up. A few tears of his own run down his face- he lets them fall. He still does not know what wounds his friend- he doesn’t need to, to feel for him. To witness him so upset shakes Hob to his core. He breathes in, and out. In, and out.

Eventually, the quiet sobs stop.

He sits vigil for a while longer. Long enough for his muscles to relax again. His hand no longer grips the side of the bath, simply rests there. He starts to wonder whether the water is still warm. If his friend can feel the cold.

In spite of himself, as exhausted and unmoving as he is, he is starting to nod off uncontrollably. He tries not to yawn, so as to not disturb his friend, but can't help it. He lets go of the edge of the bath to try and smother the yawn in his hand.

In his peripheral vision, he sees Dream straighten up, gripping both sides of the tub, starting to rise.

"Oh, don't hurry on my account, just a bit sleepy is all."

Dream stands up, much swifter and more elegant about it than any human being would be, so Hob turns away, putting his back to the bath. He doesn’t need to live with such pictures in his mind. His dreams are damning enough without fuelling them with accurate material. He stifles another yawn in his hand and rubs at his eyes, in an attempt both to sooth the pointed pressure of heavy eyelids and to shrug off his slippery thoughts.

"You need rest," he hears, low, soft, along with muffled footsteps on the bath ma t. The disrupted water laps and ripples softly, a last echo of movement.

"You know what they say. I'll sleep when I'm dead," he jokes and laughs dryly with half closed eyes. The silhouette of his friend in his peripheral vision grows closer, and it becomes obvious that, by some magic, he is already fully clothed. Hob turns to face him, his very human confusion at the improbably fast change probably showing on his face.

He is greeted by a breath-catching sight. Dream is wearing a black robe of sorts, long and flowy, which, frankly, is more akin to a very loose bit of fabric scarcely draped over his frame than anything else. He cannot tell how it hangs in place. It is gravity defying. It is quite revealing, too. Opaque enough to leave some things up to the imagination, but barely.

If he had been the tiniest bit less tired, he would have had a rather pointed physical reaction to this. As it is, his mouth just goes agape in awe.

“Nifty trick,” he comments a bit dumbly, berating himself for his appalling lack of eloquence.

The slight curl of Dream’s lips in reaction to his dumbstruck awe is reassurance enough. He reminds Hob of a smug cat gazing over a mouse he caught. It is not a bad way to die, he thinks, if the cat looks like this. Yes. Sign him up for the mouse part, any day. A distant part of his brain is trying to get his attention, highlighting the fact that his mind is getting dizzier and less coherent by the second. … He really should go to bed and get some sleep, shouldn’t he?

He clears his throat. “Feel any better?”

“I am much restored.”

And it does look this way. His friend’s raven hair is still sticking out chaotically, however it is now as messy as it usually is, nothing more or less. No soot, no scrapes, no trace of tears. He stands straight, regal, his pale, lithe, perfect body like that of a greek statue.

“I’m glad to hear that,” answers Hob, genuinely, and his smile is smaller, more meaningful.

Dream seems to hesitate, suddenly a bit awkward, like the wind might knock him over. It only lasts an instant before his resolve hardens and his posture stabilises. In a gesture that can only be described as gallant, he offers one of his hands to Hob. He stares a bit at it, blinking uncomprehendingly.

Were he to raise his eyes, he would read fond annoyance in Dream's own.

“Let us make sure you get some sleep," Dream’s overly patient voice explains. “It would be quite remiss of me to keep one of my dreamers out of my realm.” Even in his haughty voice, the note of humour is unmistakable. This, with the shine in his eyes and the quirk of his lips, are enough to make Hob feel warm inside and draw a conspiratory half grin.

He decides to play coy. Gasps and puts a hand over his heart.

“Whisked away to dreamland by the Dream King himself? Sounds like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

Dream raises an eyebrow. His expression is a mix of superiority, amusement, and fondness. There is another thing of intensity to it, something confounding that pierces right through him. Something that he cannot, dares not in good faith, identify.

“It is.” His friend inclines his head slightly forward, nodding in a way only the most stuck-up lords of old ever did, and Hob snickers.

“Wow, way to make a man feel all important,” he jests, and doesn’t blush at all.

Then, a sudden and practical thought dawns on him.

“Ha, but I should probably deal with the bath fi-”

As he says it, he glances at the bathtub and finds it empty, pristine. He blinks at it a few times, then slowly shifts his gaze to Dream.

“Nifty trick.” He raises an ironically unimpressed eyebrow at him. Dream is unwavering in his confidence, challenging him still.

Hob chuckles self-deprecatingly and, finally, dares to take the offered hand.

He stands up in the same breath so as to try and not focus too much on the delightful feeling of those fingers clasped with his, lest his knees buckle up and leave him prostrating himself on the ground like a worshipper in front of his god. Which would be… No, not going there. The fingers are chilled, in spite of the bath. The soft press of them moves him. His brain supplies him with an overwhelming amount of oxytocin. It’s Dream’s hand, his stranger’s hand, in his. He cannot help his shivering breath.

He is so taken with the fact, and the feel of it, that he almost misses his friend’s offbeat answer.

“You are. Important,” Dream says in a small, barely noticeable voice, as if he didn’t mean to be heard. Hob heard, alright. His heart skips a beat. He feels a lot more awake now, ironically, than he did before the King of Dreams decided it was time for him to go to bed. He barely notices how the lights turn off by themselves as they leave. Dream’s words pound in his head as he drags Hob to his bedroom as if he owns the place.

Considering Hob built the New Inn and took residence above it in hopes of seeing his friend once more, it actually feels quite natural. This building is devoted to Dream.

Hob, of course, follows diligently: he, too, is devoted to Dream. He tries not to think of any other situation that would involve one of them guiding the other to a bedroom. He wouldn't dare. He doesn't.

Dream's words beat as loud as his heart. You are, you are, you are-

They arrive in his bedroom. The door creaks lightly. Makes it more real. Which in turn makes it more surreal. You are, you are, you are. Important.

To me, he hadn’t said. To me, Hob heard nonetheless, for what else could he have possibly meant? Hob isn’t anyone special. Minus his immortality, he is just, well, himself. Which he quite likes, most days, but his importance is somehow relative, especially in comparison to cosmic creatures such as his friend.

They pass the threshold, Dream dragging him by the hand.

Hob knows he must be blushing furiously. He really ought to not be. Could the hot steam from the bathroom be a good enough excuse for his state? The heat had gone down considerably in the long time they’d spent there so, perhaps not.

He forces a yawn out of himself to have a pretext to hide his face. Which does work, except it also blinds him to his environment, which is already scarcely lit from the streetlights and the full moon. So naturally, when his friend suddenly stops in his tracks, Hob bumps shoulders with him. Or well, bumps his shoulder on the immovable object that is his friend.

“Ouch, sorry, just, hm, a bit tired.”

“Sit,” Dream’s low voice commands, sending a shiver down his spine.

The hand in his tugs down insistently. Hob wonders if this show of ordering him around is a way for Dream to retake a bit of control after the vulnerability he had shown earlier.

No matter what this is about, Hob is more than happy to oblige him. So he sits on his covers, which are a bit rumbled, because, frankly, who has time to make the bed properly in this day and age? Dream hasn’t let go of his hand, still. It makes Hob bold. He takes it in both his hands, warming the cold skin between his palms.

“You told me you don’t sleep, right?" he asks.

The way his friend stands in front of him, eyes uncanny in the darkness, as if they are lit from within, must be a scary sight, surely, for most people. The goosebumps on Hob’s skin are most definitely not born out of fear, however.

“I do not,” Dream answers evenly.

“Can you rest?”

There is a short pause in which, slowly, his old friend tilts his head, his gaze piercing through Hob so swiftly he feels naked under its light.

“Yes,” Dream finally nods.

“I see.” Hob breathes in, and dares. “Care to rest here?”

It is a small, almost insignificant change in posture, yet Hob catches it, so terribly focused is he on his stranger’s every expression, every gesture. He sees him go rigid, notices how his face closes off, how his eyes start shining with something other than light. The hand in his feels heavier.

It is not the same expression as the one he’d worn in 1889, but it’s close enough that it scares him.

“Sorry. Overstepping again, am I? Don’t mind me.” He lets go of Dream’s hand, eyes avoidant, shrugging abashedly. “Just meant to say… Just.” He massages his eyes, cringing at himself and his sometimes disastrous impulsivity. He just wanted to provide comfort, and made an ass of himself, again. “You’re always welcome here. Whatever you need, you know. Whatever you want.”

“I… would like to. Rest here. With you.”

His eyes snap back to Dream.

His head is bowed down. His voice is small, tentative, like a child not daring to ask for permission. It is both endearing and incredibly sad, for beneath it Hob can only picture a loneliness so deep it makes his heart ache. “Well,” he says with a smile, “feel free to lie down, then.” On that note, he pushes aside the covers and lies down with a sigh of contentment.

He closes his eyes for a second, breathes in and out, feeling the exhaustion in his body creeping back in. He opens them again, turns to Dream, who must still be standing next to the-

“Wow.”

Somehow, his friend managed to lie down beside him without making any noise and without making the mattress shift under his weight. Does he have weight? Hob can’t help but chuckle softly.

They simply look at each other for a while. Smiling like dolts. Mostly him. Dream does smile, though. Most people wouldn’t notice. It’s in the eyes. It’s all in the eyes.

He feels seen, understood. He feels like he sees, and understands. And beneath the surface, he can tell whatever happened to Dream earlier still lurks. Hob attempts, softly:

"You do know you can talk to me, right? If you need to, I’m here. Anytime.”

"I shall. Later. Now rest."

Their hands find each other tentatively. Hob is smiling so widely he cannot keep his eyes open. Or maybe it’s the tiredness. Maybe so, yes. He feels content. At peace. He hopes Dream feels this too.

“Sweet dreams, Hob Gadling.”

It takes him a few seconds to answer, his brain sluggish and slow. Finally, he pushes himself to speak, for he cannot help but share when a witty thought crosses his mind. Especially where his dear friend is involved.

“If they truly are sweet, I’ll definitely meet you there.” There you go, Hobsie, he thinks to himself with a smitten, dumb smile on his face, the soft weight of Dream’s hand in his own, filling him with pure happiness. “See you soon, then.”

A small huff answers him, terribly reminiscent of a laugh, and Hob grins groggily.

He focuses on the delightful softness of his friend's hand, the warmth of the sheets, the feeling of his weight on the mattress.

When he wakes up the next morning, there is sand on his bed.

#dreamling fic #dreamling #the sandman #morpheus x hob #hob gadling #bubble bath #bath #dream of the endless #morpheus #hurt/comfort #pre slash

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myrfing · 11 months

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6.4 msq spoiler thread

YES! YES....ZERO GOURD FEAST BEASTS

i need this buff PERMANENTLY

ESTINIEN

MAN WHAT

HURLING

DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT

ZERO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yshtola is so good at indirectly cheering people up in that shrewd old lady way. not that she's old just well matoya

I like how they put pen and paper in estinien's room like he's literate

dragons are always wanting to pop out their eyeballs

erenville are you...? the golled more...? can i go with you..

can we kiss

god he appeared on screen and SORRY vrtra but i need him to continue and tell me about his life and I need to go with him

now they're blueballing us about a mysterious letter

i like how zero's just been there like well I guess you know everybody on earth then

margrat. i need more of her bizarre behaviors

i forgort

thancred calling it "social struggles" YOU GUYS ARE MAKING THIS AWKWARD FOR ZEROOOO

these drake ass polar bears

the aetherfont is sooo gorgeous also I forgot my codex broke and nearly let thancred die. long time since ive healed a trust party as well but we go slow smell the ice bears

oh my god :U

thancred: just stick stay close to this one

gourd: slowly turning head with his o_o frontal bird face

they just let thancred tag along just beacause. not to be mean but we could also just meet new people

U Guys Are Leaving Gourd OUt of the Conversation Hinting At Something Happening To Come What The Hell So He Doesn't Get Alone Time And You Guys Are Getting Jobs Without Him Anyway

zero voice Idgaf about that

can the garleans get over their magic fear already you live in a world where there are glowing horses

damn that's crazy

msq is always very strangely gentle and thorough relative to others when it comes to dealing with garlean trauma or maybe thats just my hater lens. anyway the whole they are bigoted and small minded because they'd been hurt stuff is getting old and it's kind of crazy how this hurt people hurt people stuff is the limit here

trust me i dont really want 2

a weird bit about the whole garlemald thing is the bizarre angelic benevolence of the ilsabard contingent. not ONE person has been like you know you guys spent the past half century fucking up the entire world and you still demand respect for your gay ass tower because the imperial family sat their asses in it. anyway i have problems with the whole we're actually a totally 100% saintlike patience goodhearted pure intentioned foreign aid group thing We Have To Save The People Of Garlemald on the side of the alliance since the start but whatever

warmachina.

i dont want the thank you from this man LMFAO

zerooo 8[ also so much of what zero recounts explains. Cylva.

aw that's true jullus

LMFAOOOOO THEYRE MAKING THE WOL THINK OF ZENOS BECAUSE OF THIS CONVO? gourd did NOT trust that man unless you mean trust him to be awful. and what did zenos trust in the wol that he'd fight him eventually? I GUESS? MAYBE THEY MEANT HE WANTED TO TRUST US BUT I ALSO DO NOT CARE?

we're not friends just because someone calls you their friend 29083902 times 💀 i think that dude barely had a concept of gourd as a human being with his own life

an act of trade also can be an act of charity. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THEIR POLITICAL WRITING IS SOMETIMES SO.....garlemald is still absolutely at the alliance's mercy + they still obviously believe in right by might re: that one line from the old dudes so there's no reason for them to not be cognizant of the fact we can just take by force and doesn't handle the hanging But Why Aren't They? question at all. this was a pity deal and everyone's like friendship and hope <3. im not saying goodwill and sincerity cannot exist between groups but this requires a sense of solidarity that we do NOT have with garlemald considering we still have to step entirely around the subject of their imperial affairs

you see as a nation they're not equals. they're the languishing half dead scattering remnant of an empire that built its wealth and prosperity for a time on war, theft, and enslavement of the rest of the world and radz and the alliance absolutely could just turn the tables and invade and probably just wipe out everyone here without breaking a sweat. of course that's abhorrent but it's crazy that THIS particular pain even the mere thought of it is made to not exist while the garleans get to be complicated about it. they want to keep their national name and pride with none of the consequences and we don't even demand that as if a nation is sacred and untouchable even after everything. I don't get it bro

i like the way varshahn says wyrm

THE LITTLE SQUICH SOUND WHEN I TAKE HER EYE?

glitter guy....

#ffxiv #6.4 spoilers

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