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bananakeiky · 2 days
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This isn't about Hoyo I just needed to vomit some AFTG thoughts into a public space and I just finished ToS and I'm rabid. I have no idea how many of y'all even read this series but spoilers. And trigger warnings. Anyways.
Okay what the fuck ever the thing about ToS isn't just about of the extra trigger warnings and things that made me wanna throw up and cry at the same time. It's about how horribly, tragically awful it is that Jean is full of so much love. He always has been. It's not just haha what a pansexual no. Jean craves affection so fucking much. He's weak to pretty people and devastated by kind people. He clung to Kevin. He clung to Renee. He even clung to Thea, who affectionately called him Paris as he trailed her like a little duckling. He spits and rages and claws at them all, calling them every rabid name in the dictionary and beyond. He has a laundry list of insults for Neil, who freed him, one of the only people he truly trusts. It's just that he never expects it back. He never wants it back because it hurts so much worse when it's gone. People hurt him when it's gone. He says "I can take it" and "this is normal" because he would burn if he couldn't.
This is why he rejects the Trojans. Every "don't you see" and "why do you look away" is well-meaning but twice as hurtful because accepting it would mean Jean didn't hurt because he deserved it. Without that crutch it means he suffered for nothing. He hurt for nothing. Accepting it would mean that Jean would have to open up and fully comprehend the absolute horrors that were done not just to his life but to his personhood. To him. He was a child and a victim and he deserved to be saved and no one did. Not until it was too late. All of those years after being sold by his parents, yearning, aching to be loved by somebody and used as a toy and a scapegoat in return by anyone who touched him. Love is painful. Trust is painful. And Jean will love and love and love until it kills him and he knows it.
But this is why Kevin sent him to the Trojans. They may not understand survival and suffering the way the Foxes do, but they're genuine. They may be misguided with some of their efforts and need to take time learning how Jean works but they try and try and keep trying. They understand their own faults and healthy coping mechanisms and how to treat your worst enemies with respect. Hell, nearly the entirety of Jeremy's inner circle are in queer relationships with each other except for himself because he's too busy thinking about other people to work on that. This is what Jean needs to learn, that people can give without asking for anything in return. That people can be selfless and care for one another without ulterior motives. That love can be healthy and beautiful and not cruel.
And listen. I've been rooting for Jerejean for eight goddamn years. You have no idea how hard I fell when I realized that the ship that embodies the entire idea of healing, self-growth, and respect had been actualized and it's everything I ever wanted and more. The fact that Jeremy helps Jean buy his very first possession. The fact that he's so protective of Jean and thinks he's more important than exy, that Jean will be his success story. When he holds his hands and begs him to open up and backs off when Jean needs space, but never leaves and never gives up. How he spends so much time organizing people and schedules and events just so Jean can feel safe walking around campus. He never pushes too hard, but he never stops pushing. He's so patient. He wants Jean. He wants him so bad, but more than that, he wants Jean to love himself above all else. He's there when Jean has a panic attack at the pool, and sticks around as close as he can after Jean gets attacked. He stays up by the door all night when Jean goes out with Neil to an unknown location. All of this on top of revitalizing the Trojans, dealing with his shit family and the shittier rumors, having to train Jean out of killing his team and teaching his team to trust Jean in return.
Even after all of that his number one priority is always Jean, his head is filled with Jean, making the world comfortable and safe for Jean. It's making sure all of his friends know Jean. Never letting Jean be alone. Getting another twin bed so he can room with him. Always correcting himself, slowing down and speeding up so he can match Jean's pace. Fucking Barkbark. And yes, Renee could have done this too. She was the right person, and yes, the wrong time. But Jeremy found Jean at the right time, a time where he would dedicate everything to Jean. And if Jean one day turns around and wants to give that back, he'll be there, but he'll be just as happy knowing Jean is going to be okay.
ToS is a story about healing. It's about growth and battling the consequences of a life you did not choose. It's about unfairness. It's about what happens after a tragedy, and how to cope with yourself as much as you cope with the outside world. It's about becoming. It's about demons. It's about loyalty. It's about love. It's not about romance. Not yet. But it's about a romance that couldn't exist without it. It's setting up a story about someone who learns to accept that, tragically, he deserves to be treated like a human being. With love. And that he can still have it. That it's right there, waiting for him, when he's ready. He just has to reach out and take it.
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traffytaffy · 1 day
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Eustass Kidd with a toddler daughter
I actually wrote this a few months ago and posted it but i didn’t think anyone liked it so i deleted it. But here it is again. So if you saw it the first time, im sorry😭
Daughter series:
Kid with a baby daughter
Law with a daughter
Requests are open!
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❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎
He doesnt know how to watch his language around her.
“Kid! Stop cussing around her!”
“My child isn’t weak! She can handle a few words! It wont kill her!”
He says the kid can do whatever she wants but as soon as shes climbing on something or getting near the railing he’s either running towards her and scooping her up or yelling at the crew to grab his daughter…then blaming them for the fact she even got close.
If she falls randomly? He’ll laugh. “How the fuck did you fall?”
If she randomly throws up? “You cant handle food?”
If she starts crying? “What the hell is wrong with you now?”
Hes the one that styles her hair. And it surprised his s/o cause you would think that he puts her hair in a mohawk or something (he definitely does it though) but he actually does little ponytails and pig tails and other cute styles with his hair gel slicking it back.
As for her style? Hes a sucker in seeing his daughter in fashion. Those cute lil dresses and tutus and bows. But he also dresses her in outfits that are similar to his. If his baby isn’t the best dressed on the ship then what the hell is he doing?
No one needs to worry about buying toys for the lil girl. Anything she wants? Name it. He’ll make it.
For bedtime, she begs him to read a story. He’ll say “Hell no”. But after enough begging and teary eyes, he gives in. She quickly gets comfortable in his lap and he’ll start reading the story. There will be alot of “What a dumbass” to one of the characters or “you sure you like this story?”
He’ll ultimately get mad at the story for how “stupid” it is and go “Let me tell you the story about-“ and tell her a story about his adventures (leaving out the very graphic details) and his daughter getting all excited and intrigued made him feel proud of himself.
No one can find Kid after this. Why? Cause he’ll fall asleep with his daughter and hold her protectively like its the most important mission in the world.
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sickfires · 9 months
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Got the fever for surveillance and the night life.
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blueskittlesart · 11 months
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TOTK PURAH X ZELDA PLS PLS PLS PLS
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I LOVE YOUUUUU ANON IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN EXCUSE TO DRAW THEM
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pensymbols · 2 months
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ah yes the brook/franky/robin/jimbei polycule also known as the babysitters also known as monkey d luffys biggest enablers
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galaxynajma · 10 months
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I had this urge to look up higuruma hiromi and just look at pics of him( as any normal person would) and I found this beautiful gif
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To whoever made this gif thank you
Thank you so much
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i dont fucking know whats happening at this point
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castorfell · 3 months
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Familiar Stranger 💜🪩
Glitter's hard to get rid of, especially once it sticks to something.
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Fanfic about Guy Diamond and this random no name background troll he interacted with for a nett total of like 8 seconds. His name is Tyler now.
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Guy might be a bit OOC I don't even know anymore man my view of him has probably been warped beyond recognition
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It was another party night in Troll Village. Nothing paticularly special was being celebrated, but trolls never needed a reason to party.
Their small part of the forest was alive with lights, music and glitter. Sweet acoustics reverberated throughout the village square. A troupe of glitter trolls hung by their hair above them all, the light from colourful strobebugs reflecting off of their sparkly skin and creating a glamorous light show for the partygoers below them.
Guy Diamond was not apart of said troupe this time. Instead, he danced amongst the crowd of trolls on the ground. He moved his body to the beat as if it was the only thing he knew how to do; energetic, passionate, dynamic, beautiful.
The silver glitter troll didn't have a specific partner to dance with, he never did, but everyone who knew him knew that he was open to dancing with anyone. Different trolls would get close to him as they grooved at different times and Guy, always a sucker for attention, matched their rhythm and moved along with them until they eventually drifted off.
Everyone got to dance with Guy Diamond, and Guy Diamond got to dance with everyone.
The glitter troll was moving his body to the beat when he felt another troll brush up against him. This troll, however, felt different from all the other trolls Guy had danced with that night. A thrill ran up his spine. He could never put it into words, but Guy knew. He would always know that strange, special feeling.
Turning to face his latest dance partner, Guy's eyes lit up at the sight of a yellow troll with purple hair wearing a pair of dark lavender pants. The wishstone in his belly shone under the party lights.
Tyler met his gaze and suddenly it was as if they were the only trolls dancing. The air about them felt charged as they danced close to each other, closer than any other troll both of them had danced with that night. Or any other night for that matter. They were so close to each other that the very ends of their hair would occassionaly brush together. It was intense. It was thrilling. It was electrifying.
They danced together for a while, so long in fact that the two trolls felt the slightest bit tired and just a little parched. Tyler felt a hip bump against him. He paused in his groove for a moment as he felt a hand in his own, it's glittery texture warm and familiar. Guy Diamond pulled him from the crowd of dancing trolls to a nearby juice bar. They sat on the mushroom seats as a juice maker troll served them their drinks.
They sat in comfortable silence as the party raved on around them. Tyler turned to look at Guy, admiring the way the other troll looked. Every once in a while a beam of light from up above washed over them, briefly illuminating the glitter troll as it caught on him and made his skin sparkle enchantingly.
"So," Tyler started casually. "Where ya from?"
Guy put his head in one hand as the other held his cup of cloudberry juice, eyes half lidded as he leaned towards the yellow troll slightly. "Haven't we met before?"
What a funny question. A loaded one, too. They've met plenty of times before. Tyler knew this. Guy Diamond knew this.
It was all apart of their strange little game. A game only they knew how to play.
"I think I would've remembered a face like yours," Tyler smirked, turning away to bring his cup of dewberry juice to his lips. He took a long, slow sip before setting the drink down and licking his lips.
Guy's eyes glinted as he watched, eyebrows hiking up the slightest bit as he tilted his head into his hand slightly.
"Never even heard of me?" Guy questioned innocently.
"Not a peep."
Everyone's heard of Guy Diamond. There wasn't a troll in the village who didn't at least know his name. Guy made sure of it, vain as he was.
"You're adorable," Guy laughed before leaning over, placing a hand on the yellow troll's knee to support himself as he planted a kiss on Tyler's cheek. "We should sing together sometime."
And with that, the glitter troll got up and made his way to throw himself back onto the dance floor. Tyler watched him go with wide eyes and a red face, staring as Guy dissappeared into the crowd of partygoers until he could barely see the tips of his sparkly white hair. He felt a smile growing, could feel how goofy he must have looked right then.
Tyler didn't realize how long he had been sitting at the juice bar until the juice maker troll from earlier snapped her fingers in his face. Startled out of his trance, Tyler turned to face her.
"Hey, you've got a little..." she trailed off, gesturing at her own cheek before pointing at him somewhat vaguely.
The yellow troll stared at her for a moment, not understanding what she was getting at. "Huh?"
The juice maker made a face as the moment grew awkward. Her eyes glanced around briefly before settling on the empty cup of cloudberry juice Guy Diamond had left behind. She grabbed it and held it up to Tyler's face.
As his slightly warped reflection stared dumbly back at him from the surface of the glass cup, Tyler realized what she had been referring to. On the cheek where Guy had kissed was a smear of glitter. It clung onto his fuzzy skin, having not yet dissolved into the air as most organic glitter cells did. It was rather faint, a small smudge of silver fractals against his yellow flocked fur, but it sparkled just as bright as the one who left it there when the light hit it just right.
"Oh!" the yellow troll laughed, bringing a hand up to his cheek to touch at the smear. It came back slightly sparkly. He turned back towards the crowd of trolls dancing, only needing to glance around for a moment before his eyes, almost naturally, found an all too familiar sparkle of glitter.
Guy Diamond danced, the lights of the party reflecting off of his glitter in mesmerizing patterns as he moved about. He danced as if it was the only thing he knew how to do; energetic, passionate, dynamic, beautiful.
The silver troll found his gaze and they briefly locked eyes from across the village square. Guy smiled and winked at him.
Tyler slammed down the last drops of his juice before excitedly running back into the crowd. He couldn't wait to get to know this mysterious, familiar troll.
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sorry sorry last time I'm talking about huskerdust tonight but does it fuck anyone else up knowing that Husk and Angel basically lived at the same time but were on opposite sides of the country. But also Husk went traveling. Like these two could have met while they were alive and wouldn't even know it. They didn't even know the other existed until they met at the hotel
Like I have. so many thoughts about this.
#hazbin hotel#Husk#Angel Dust#gods imagine how different things would have turned out for both of them if they'd met while alive#well I say that but they were deeper in their vices then than they are now so...... maybe they'd have made each other worse#or maybe they could have saved each other who knows#also just thinking about the idea of Husk and Angel meeting at a bar in New York back when they were alive#like not even knowing it was each other but having met and spent a night drinking in a bar together talking#maybe Angel was going around flirting for free drinks and Husk was waiting to board a ship to who knows where#and they're both neck deep in their own vices but Husk tries to give Angel some advice anyway (we dk if Husk's morals developed in Hell#when he lost his status or are remnants of his human life but I like to imagine he was a decent man who made a string of bad choices#we also don't know what kind of Overlord he was. for all we know the worst thing he did was bet souls so we dunno if he was cruel/immoral)#but Angel not heeding his advice bc who's gonna listen to an alcoholic amirite but he was fun to talk to and bought him drinks so#and them parting ways without even so much as learning the other's name. and all this happening just days before Angel dies#Husk doesn't even think about him again cuz he was just some dude at a bar and barely remembering bc it was ~20 years before he died#but Angel vividly remembering it bc it was one of the last memorable days leading up to his death#anyway thanks for listening to me ramble orz
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karamazovanon · 8 months
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some super messy sketches from this post i ended up not using!! holding him and shaking him like the girl from finding nemo
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rorymori · 5 months
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when the uhhh. When the killer is right there
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thinking ab nanami and ijichi in the new ep
theyre so husband coded 😔 why does nanami have to watch everyone he loves die ⁉️ and in ijichis case he realized he wasnt quite dead but didnt live himself to see him recover 😁
also the flash of nanami seeing haibara when he finds ijichi “dead” was sickening.
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mars-ipan · 3 months
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danganronpa is so fucking crazy bc it’s like “hi. this is a game series with a fucking amazing premise. unfortunately the writing sucks and is bad and you will spend half the time going ‘eugh why did they write that’ but you will play the whole thing anyways and get attached to your favorite characters and cry when they inevitably die. also it is filled with romance subplots that will stay in your brain forever” HUH??????
#marzi speaks#like. dr sucks but i like it.#but it sucks#but then like. there’s just??? so much in-depth romance and it makes me want to cry???#like. like. thh. asahina + sakura (so sorry lesbians i do not know their ship name). they are so cute and then they are so tragic#and ishimondo. GODDDDD ishimondo. you get to go ‘oh HELL yeah’ for a chapter and then they make you HURT#even like. makoto w/sayaka. start of the betrayal girlfriend trend. love it#and even toko and togami are interesting!!! like they will not date and should not date but they are fascinating#and then sdr2. do not get me STARTED on komahina what sort of psychosexual freudian bullshit are they on i will never know#but there’s also like. hinanami who r SO good. and mahiru and hiyoko who. tbh i wish they were handled better but still#fuyupeko. they make me crazy. and their parallels to akane and nekomaru. aaaa#SONDAM oh my goddd. they’re so#i may not be a v3 fan but they DID give us a lesbian love triangle and i do have to thank them for that#also the best polycule in the world in the form of the workout trio#kokichi i don’t like. but i DO like his little crush on shuichi even if i think it’s one-sided#kiibouruma will forever be real to me tho. world’s worst polycule. for balance#anyways why does dr have so many good romance plots. they’re so. why are those so good#AND WHY ARE LIKE HALF OF THEM QUEER. WHY DOES THE HOMOPHOBIA GAME HAVE SO MUCH QUEER CODING#idk i’m insane. <3 i’m a little crazy. komahina what the hell even are you….
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wanderingmoonmen · 11 months
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i’m garbage and i like Wesker/Birkin so have a stupid doodle based on this post
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vivitalks · 5 days
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This ain't Earth. It's Purgatory. However monstrous, Dean can't fight the urge to just say what he means. Be who he is. Maybe this is who he is: fighting monsters, loving men. Maybe in this world, it can be.
(laughs nervously and slides this across the table as an offering to the dean/benny/cas community)
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feroluce · 7 months
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Some off the cuff 1k of Skirk & Tartaglia (skirtaru???) hcs before 4.2 proves me wildly wrong, they are very much a dynamic in process to be changed as we see more of them and as I think and consider them more, but I wanna see them interact so BAD.
Anyway. Tartaglia is an idiot who develops a crush, or at least something like a crush, on anyone who can give him a good fight. Obviously there are plenty of people who can just kick his ass- he's ranked at the bottom of the Harbingers. But they all suck, and there's no passion when they fight! They don't appreciate it the way Tartaglia does! So it's not a good fight and those assholes don't count!
So I think little Tartaglia was doomed the second he saw a very very pretty lady with a very very sharp sword and she immediately beat the shit out of him. Like she awakened something in him right then and there, unfortunately for the rest of the world haha
And then! Not only could she beat him one handed! But she took the time to teach him! And this! This was exactly what Tartaglia had wanted when he ran away from home with nothing but some food and his sword! He'd wanted an adventure! He'd wanted something new and different and wild!
And he can have that now, with Skirk and the Abyss! So his crush could have instantly dissolved right there, but it didn't, because Skirk was weird and interesting and Tartaglia adored that.
((Wheezing imagining Tartaglia trying to show off because he wants to impress his shifu, and she genuinely is impressed because Tartaglia progressed so fast, but then she pops his teenage boy ego with a pin and he deflates sjzjnskdkz))
He develops such an endless amount of respect and admiration for her. He's so happy and so proud of himself when he masters the Foul Legacy, because this was a goal laid by his shifu and hell yeah, he blew it out of the water!! And I'd like to think this was when Skirk said those words in his profile-
"You shall ever be the eye of the storm,"
"And the clashing of steel shall ever accompany you."
"The pitch-black memory of stepping into uttermost darkness,"
"Shall, at last, become the strength by which you will overturn this world."
-with Tartaglia knelt before her and her sword at his cheek, as though she were knighting him. And Tartaglia realizes then that oh. He likes it here. He likes being in the Abyss. He likes being with Skirk. He likes hunting and killing and surviving here in the Abyss with Skirk. Morepesok is and will always be home, but it was stagnant there. Too much of the same. No room for growth.
But the Abyss is boundless possibility to explore in every direction, and Skirk has never flinched away from him even once. Tartaglia can be as violent and bloodthirsty as he wants; Skirk is worse. She gives zero shits. She loves to fight and hunt and kill and make things bleed. Tartaglia is free to explore and revel in all of his worst inclinations and instincts and that is what the Abyss and Skirk become to him. Freedom.
And then he falls out of the Abyss just as suddenly as he had fallen into it. He didn't even get to say goodbye.
And it's not all bad or anything. Tartaglia isn't miserable. He's plenty capable of making his own happiness. He brings his own joy everywhere he goes (derogatory, unfortunate for everyone else ndkdjdjkd) and he genuinely likes being around other people. He would have missed a lot of things if he'd been permanently trapped.
But now there is an itch that he can't scratch. And it's driving him nuts. And he misses Skirk. She was fun to be around. He liked her.
He finds himself seeing things in everyday life and wishing he could show her. He pulls out ingredients in the kitchen for dinner and wants her to eat his special dish and show off how good he can cook. He reads through reports about the Abyss and he never finds what he's looking for (a swordswoman, an entrance, anything-), but he wants to ask her her opinions about them. He sees a really nice sword and wonders if she would like it. Little things.
Tartaglia decides he's going to find her. Even if it's just for a chance to thank her. Even if it takes years, decades. He just wants to see her again.
And then, it finally happens! They really do get to reunite! I have no idea what will happen in the archon quest of course, but like. I really like the idea that after things settle down, Skirk decides to stay for a while. She doesn't really want to live here or anything, but she's curious. She wants to see what Teyvat is like. She especially wants to see Snezhnaya, like Tartaglia used to talk about. And Tartaglia decides to go with her, he's an experienced traveler, a man of the world after all! He'll take her wherever she'd like to go.
And I'd love for them to say goodbye to The Traveler and Paimon and depart from Fontaine on a classic will-they-won't-they sort of vibe, where it's obvious that Tartaglia has Some Feelings about Skirk, but it's not clear how Skirk really feels about him yet. But it's the kind of thing where it's hopeful, and you want to root for the guy to get his love interest haha.
(The Traveler and Paimon bump into them a few months later and Paimon chides Tartaglia because Childe have you seriously not confessed yet the hell have you been doing all this time, which he responds to with hey, Skirk is a classy lady, give me time to do it right! and meanwhile The Traveler can see around Tartaglia to where Skirk is sitting at their campfire, manspreading on a fallen log, eating raw meat with blood on her face and dripping down her arms BNSKXJSMKDMD)
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