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#you can tell who is my favourite because I absolutely did not need reference when drawing him HAHA I instinctively knew his expression
wes-laye · 2 years
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I default back to Haikyuu content when I get stressed lol
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ashxketchum · 2 months
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MY DEPRESSION HAS BEEN CURED MY SKIN IS CLEAR MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING ALL BECAUSE OF THIS ONE IMAGE THIS IS THE YEAR OF ADVENTURE PANDERING LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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Let's break this down one by one ~
This is such a good Sora fit I don't even know how to explain how very much OG Sora this is, the pink tones of the overall sporty outfit perfectly capture all levels of her personality. To top it off she's sharing flower themed cream sandwiches with Piyomon AAAHHH the subtle reference okay merch team you can take a w. Not to mention Sora is perfectly matching with Taichi and the fruit in her sandwich is orange stoooopppp itttt!!!!!
TAICHI OMG who is dressing this boy because that's the most he's ever jocked as a 11 year old. The sweatshirt, cargo pants, matching wristband and the sense to put his goggles down, he is winning the sporty casual fashion show for sure. And of course him and Agumon are enjoying some chicken popcorn, love how they weren't even subtle with the packaging art we all know Japan's favourite fried chicken brand anyway 🤣
Yamato. YAMATO. Y A M A T O. You're 11 can you tone down the cool guy heartthrob behaviour for a minute because I am losing my mind THE DOGTAG CHAIN IM GONNA SCREEAAAMMM ACTUALLY I AM SCREAAAMING AAAAHHHHHHH. He looks so good, there is absolutely no wrong element in his entire outfit, everything is perfectly paired up, a fashionista is among us. The little thumbs up over the onigiri that Gabumon is offering him?? Is he telling Gabumon that he's okay with having one and Gabumon can have the rest because that's the sweet, protective, kind, caring baby he is at heart???🥹🥹🥹The blue and green gradient in the background tho?? Mimato math is mathing bestiesss 🤣
Takeru is just a lil guy, but such a perfect lil guy!!! I like how his outfit has the similar green shade as his anime outfit but they still chose to gave him a new beanie instead which doesn't really match the colour tone of the rest of the fit but it's Takeru so we know that he can pull any hat off and that's what he does!!! Him and Patamon sharing burgers, okay mood, but why is he looking so surprised? I need to know what happened, did he spill some sauce on his overalls? Was the burger too hot to bite? WHAT HAPPENED TAKERU????? 😢
Jou, I see you paired up the plaid pants with a nice long, muted, warm toned jacket BUT I SEE THAT PURPLE SHIRT POKING IN FROM INSIDE and excuse me sir but why that purple with the plaid 😭 I need to see a version where Jou isn't wearing the jacket so I can make an informed rating on this outfit but may I add that in the full merch pic he has paired this look with green and white sneakers...I cannot defend you I am sorry Jou, please try brown loafers next time 😭 But outfit aside, Jou eating a taiyaki with Gomamon is lowkey funny I just know that Gomamon cracked a Marching Fishes joke at least once.
Koushiro...I will not go into detail but I will say it's cute that you have a sweater with a little K on it, it's also very cute that there is a splash of orange in your outfit, who's attention are you vying for it isn't subtle at all bby boy and I am grateful you matched your shoes to your sweater even if the socks are definitely a choice and that blue with orange is also definitely another choice. Good to see your are making choices. I like that him and Tentomon are sharing dango, it's always nice to see Koushiro's fondness towards Japanese traditional snacks hinted at in some way.
MIMI. QUEEN. SLAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!! YOU NEVER EVER MISS MY SWEET BEAUTIFUL BABY GIRL. The pastel tones matched with the grey stockings for contrast, that beret and the fuzzy hem boots, you just know she shops at Takashimaya and Isetan and anything below it will just not do 👏🏻 Plus Sora and Mimi are wearing the same tones, which probably means that they pre-planned the outfits together, cuties!!! Also Crepe is such a Mimi™️ choice of dessert but I always get teary eyes when I see Palmon mimic Mimi's gestures, there is just so much love and admiration between them for each other, pure childish wonder 💚 And the crepe even has a cutesy character face on it, which kinda looks like Monzaemon, though I can't be sure but if it is then another win for a subtle reference. Not to mention both Yamato and Mimi look like they've dressed in a more cool and elegant style than the rest like they might be on their way to a date THE MIMAT MATH IS MATHING YALLL!!!
Hikari looks super cute, I think there isn't much official art of her in casual clothing for OG stuff so it's nice to see her in a more cutesy fit suited to her age. The hairband matching the cardigan is such a nice touch!! I can't recall any other casual outfit for OG design Hikari except the War Game and Memorial Party dress, so I think this would be the first time we see Hikari with a hairband and it just looks adorable. Of course she is sharing an ice cream with Tailmon, it's kinda their brand now but like Takeru she's making a surprised expression, perhaps she wasn't expecting Tailmon to offer her a bite of her ice cream?
To conclude, this is probably the best OG artwork we've gotten since Idk maybe the Rainy Day stationery series. This will be sold in advance at the Kamio Store booth at Anime Japan 2024. No other details were mentioned, but the event booth sale feels like a pre-sale before the goods become available more widely at other outlets, hopefully, at some stores that international fans have access too as well.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
Ayushi out.
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bird-inacage · 6 months
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Only Friends: EP8 Sand & Ray's 'Never Friends' Scene
I wanted to do a deep dive into this scene, because it really exceeded my expectations. It sets the tone beautifully for Sand's current state of mind, and First delivers such a wonderful, nuanced performance here. Easily one of my favourite Ray/Sand interactions yet.
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Sand is looking noticeably weary after witnessing Ray and Mew dancing in the bar. The poor boy just looks so tired and dejected, as if he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Unfortunately for him, the bar is where he works so he's not able to avoid being in a place Ray and Mew frequent together.
Ray approaches and tries to behave as he normally would. He asks to borrow Sand's lighter, a little call back to Episode 1. The camera lingers on Ray's reaction when Sand simply hands it over. Another nod to where Sand had lit his cigarette for him previously. A split second detail, a very clear message: 'It's not my role to take care of you anymore. You have someone else for that now'.
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Sand being Sand, is still concerned about how Ray is doing and asks about his arm. They fall into a little routine patter before Sand gets straight to the point. I give him such kudos for doing this, for choosing not to skirt around the subject but confront it head on. Besides, it's not as if avoiding it is going to make it hurt any less. "So what's going on between you and Mew?" Sand frames it as a question, because he wants to hear it from Ray himself. It's the least he deserves. There's also a challenging air in the way Sand looks at Ray with his eyebrows slightly raised. 'Humor me. And don't lie.'
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Ray looks visibly uncomfortable and hesitant. I do believe Ray exhibits a conscience where Sand is concerned. He at least has the decency to feel guilty. I think he was hoping they could continue 'as normal' for a little while longer, so he wouldn't have to tackle this difficult conversation. Ray's wordless reaction gives Sand all the confirmation he needs.
Before Ray has anything to say, Sand jumps in with, "Congrats, you're no longer in the friend zone." The way he says this feels 100% genuine. I do think that Sand wishes the best for Ray, because he's in exactly the same position as Ray once was - pining after someone who doesn't return his feelings. So he gets it. He can acknowledge how nice it must be for Ray to finally be reciprocated. This is an example of Sand's 'if you're happy, I'm happy for you' response, because it means the attention is deflected off him.
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What Ray says next is also quite telling. He's says things are good but it's very early days, and they're essentially seeing how it goes. "It's okay." Note how Ray doesn't gush or seem particularly animated. A few brief but fairly non-descriptive comments. You'd expect him to be over the moon. I feel like this is Ray's attempt to be minimise the damage by downplaying things. He doesn't want to overly dwell or flaunt his happiness in Sand's face. I also believe there's a degree of honesty here, that Ray has some genuine reservations about Mew and their future as a couple, (that perhaps he's been trying to ignore).
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The next few lines absolutely gutted me. "Good, you can finally end the secret crush. Such a waste of time, right?" 'Good for you, you're no longer suffering (like I am)'. When Sand talks about a waste of time, he's referring to himself. 'At least you no longer have to kill time with me, when you really wanted to be with Mew, what a relief that must be.' Sand is massively self-deprecating here. The time they spent together was not special. It didn't have the same meaning to Ray as it did to Sand. Everything he did was meaningless in context because he thinks Ray was simply 'settling for second best' in the meantime. Sand often uses this tone to imply his own foolishness. For continuing to care so much for Ray when he's getting nothing back.
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Ray then asks "Are you okay?" I've noticed that when Ray poses this question, he's not really asking. He already knows or he wouldn't ask in the first place. He's basically saying, 'You're not okay but tell me why', allowing Sand to further divulge. However, Sand is never going to give a honest answer to that question. He's always putting on a brave face and pretending to be okay even when he clearly isn't.
Sand then comes back with his classic, "Why wouldn't I be?" "You're seeing someone you've always loved. It's a dream come true." Not a single thing Sand is saying is about his own feelings. His own pain. His own turmoil. He's purposely shifting the focus to Ray, 'well you're happy so I don't matter. It's your dream come true, so my feelings aren't part of this equation' - which just breaks my goddamn heart. 'Who cares what I feel or think about this. I get no say.'
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Ray ponders for a second or two. You can tell he's at a loss as to how to salvage things with Sand without losing him completely. So he offers the next best thing he can, in order to still keep Sand around. "Can we still be friends?" Which means, 'I still want to spend time with you. I still want you to be part of my life'. And Ray's face is full of hopeful naïveté that Sand will agree (this boy really has no idea how agonising that would be). For Sand, this is like adding insult to injury. 'Friends' has no clear definition in Ray's terms, and Sand is wary of Ray's tendency to blur that line. So Ray asking him if they can still be friends doesn't really mean anything, which prompts Sand's "You and I have never been friends from the get-go". 'We need to stop fooling ourselves that what we were doing was ever friendship. I've woken up, you need to too'. Sand is not prepared to participate in muddying the waters, especially now Ray is dating someone. It's not fair to anyone involved.
"We have nothing in common. Besides, I don't know why I should be friends with you." This is probably the harshest thing Sand says in this entire conversation. He's very pointedly trying to create distance. Despite evidence to the contrary, he's alluding to differences between them that should justify that distance, justify him pulling away. Sand is just so resigned and matter of fact about all this because he knows there's nothing Ray can say to refute his thinking. It's all far too late anyway.
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Ray displays a moment of slight panic and he's clearly thrown by this. 'It's not like that. Don't reduce it to that'. One thing we can be sure of is it upsets Ray to imagine no longer having any connection to Sand. This indicates to me that Ray does value Sand in his own way. Right now he just has no idea what he can offer to keep Sand close to him, because there is no legitimate reason for doing so since he now has Mew.
As a form of consolation, or perhaps a last ditch attempt to tug on Sand's heart strings, he admits, "but when I'm with you, I'm so damn happy." Ray means well by saying this, as in you make me happy. 'That's got to mean something, right?' But by phrasing it this way, it comes across as he's making this all about him. Sand is desperately searching for evidence to prove Ray does care about him, and he keeps coming up empty. He's run out of reasons to stick around anymore. And Ray's not saying the right things to prove him wrong.
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Sand deflects again. '(So what if I might make you happy?) You'll be happy with Mew too. I'm nothing special. You'll get to spend time with him in the same way we did'. "You might even be happier," said with a smile no less. Another absolutely gut wrenching line. Sand's sadness clears briefly and he looks sincerely like he wishes Ray the best. It almost feels like a farewell of sorts. 'He'll make you happier than I did. Because I'm not good enough. I'm not what you want.' This is yet further indication that Sand doesn't think he's left any lasting impression on Ray. Whatever they shared with one another, Ray can easily replicate with Mew instead. He's easily replaceable.
Ray reaches out to stop Sand from walking away. Ray is conflicted. He feels regretful over Sand, which he shouldn't be feeling. He's worried that this time Sand is really slipping from his fingers, and there's nothing he can do about it. Because what's done is done. He chose Mew. So what else is there to say?
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Sand follows up with, "Let me go already." 'Stop torturing me. Stop giving me false hope when you've already made your choice. Forget me so you can continue being happy and I can move on. Don't make this difficult for me.' Even in this line, I can hear Sand's care for Ray permeating through it. Sand knows he's isn't what Ray wants. He can make Ray happy but not happy enough to choose him. So the best he can do is to send Ray on his way, and to wish him well. All he asks is for Ray to return the favour, and leave him alone to heal. Akin to his addiction, Sand is telling Ray that he needs to let go from clinging to him like a crutch. Because the only purpose he serves is a crutch and nothing more.
He wants Ray to want him for him, and not as a safety net. Not because he provides Ray with some form of temporary comfort or company. Not because he's a means to pass the time.
Why I adore this scene so much is due to the enormous strength and kindness Sand displays here. He could have been much colder with Ray. He could have been petty, outraged, bitter, resentful. But you truly sense his helpless love for Ray throughout the entire interaction. He's still trying to deliver his message in the most considerate way he can manage. He firmly holds his ground but without any malice. 'The tragedy is I can't help but love you, despite what you've done to me'.
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heraldofcrow · 2 months
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Do you have any specific neurodivergent headcanons for bb characters by far?
Yep!! Sorry for the wait on this, I was adding to it little by little.
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Wait, I forgot, I need to clarify something. I don’t really believe neurodivergence refers strictly to autism and ADHD like many often try to say, so with that in mind, my answers might be more varied.
• Rom
Rom is my main headcanon for neurodivergence in Bloodborne because I suspect something is up with her basically being called the “mentally disabled spider” in Japanese, while also having been the only person in Bloodborne to have ascended. With that in mind, I see her as an autistic savant. Perceived as a fool due to stunted outward development, but a genius beyond what others could even understand.
• Laurence
This one is maybe odd, but I have Laurence as someone with bipolar disorder and autism. I don’t have some in-depth explanation for this one other than it fits with the character I wrote for him.
• Gehrman
Clinical depression, like from the time he was a really small kid. He was just different from the start and saw far more than he should have. He was never a very hopeful or upbeat person.
• Bloody Crow
I write Crow with severe psychosis that stems from schizophrenia. There are signs of him being autistic as well, but his schizophrenia is the main thing he struggles with. It is NOT what makes him a villain later on, but when his delusions get out of control and trigger his mania…well, you don’t want to pair it with hatred and anger. Sadly, Crow is overflowing with both.
• Micolash
Micolash was not brought up in an environment where he was able to develop empathy for others, so he was always a bit sociopathic. This wasn’t actually much of a problem for years though, because he tried and learned via others about socalization and interpersonal relations. Sociopaths are not inherently dangerous and neither was Micolash. He was a decent person for a long time.
However, tragedy always strikes, and darker emotional issues and beliefs were what allowed Micolash to eventually weaponize his own sociopathy, committing worse and worse atrocities without feeling the pain of his victims. I like to imagine he was fully aware of how he thought about the process. The problem wasn’t his lack of empathy, it was his choice to utilize it in an evil manner.
• Adeline
Adeline has both Borderline Personality Disorder and clinical depression. The traumatic experiences in her youth left her with a lot of unresolved emotional tension, poor kid.
• Maria
I have her as Crow’s biological sister, so as siblings, they both actually struggle a bit with the same mental challenges. Maria doesn’t really have schizophrenia like her brother, but she experiences severe bouts of depression that can lead to hallucinations and psychosis. She also deals with extreme memory loss at times and heavy PTSD.
• Ludwig
Ludwig has ADHD but people can’t really tell because he is hard on himself about keeping his focus intact. People like Maria absolutely notice his struggle and his periods of low self-esteem. He is too tough on himself :(
• Eileen
This one is actually my favourite headcanon, but Eileen has DID and has at least one other alter that she formed when faced with a horrifically traumatic event as a child. Her alter is a stiff, austere military officer-type, who is comfortable with emotionlessness and treating Eileen’s line of work as a task that must be completed.
Eileen’s alter is harmless and she is aware that she is different in this sense. It’s actually what draws her to Bloody Crow, who is already so terrified of his own mind that he finds comfort in knowing his mentor and mother-figure is not too different.
Some of these might change, but I am happy with most for now. I love psychology and studying it, so I think of it as a worthy challenge to try to write characters with unique mental states and accurately so. It can be a little scary because I know people really care about how several of these mental illnesses are depicted, but hopefully I am not screwing anything up too much. 😅
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I will write today if it kills me… Part One.
18+ MDNI
I WILL FUCKING WRITE TODAY IF IT KILLS ME.
You’re determined. Nothing will distract you. Your phone is going on do not disturb, you’ve unplugged your doorbell. You’ve got drinks made - a massive bottle of water, a flask of milky Earl Grey and a bottle of iced tea. You spent an hour making sure you had a blanket in case it got cold, snacks, and a stack of records so you didn’t have to get up and search for the music you needed at any given time. You WILL write today. In theory.
Why is it that whenever you set time aside you forget what words even are and instead feel a deep burning need to organise your books in reverse alphabetical order, or clean the skirting boards? Logically you know you can write. It just wasn’t happening. Maybe you’re wearing the wrong clothes? Maybe you should change into something that affects your mood? You cross the room and enter the nook you grandiosely refer to as your “bedroom” and strip off your ancient Hello Kitty pyjamas. Thinking about the scene you’re writing you decide to dress accordingly and slip into your favourite lingerie. It’s ecru (fancy word for beige) and lacy, and you wear a snuggly long grey cardigan over it.
Feeling a little more suitable now, you pad back to your desk and start to type. It may make no sense, but at least it’s words. You can always edit it later. Lost in your flow, you barely notice the clicking of the key turning in the lock. You’re sprawled half out of your chair, one leg improbably up on the desk - but it doesn’t matter because you’re home alone, you live alone and the only other person with access is your best friend; who is halfway across the world right now. 
So you can sit there, legs spread wide in sheer lingerie at 2:24 in the afternoon on a weekday, drinking tea and writing, singing along to Patti Smith. Life isn’t so bad. Until suddenly the door swings wide and the best friend - who is supposed to be in another country for at least another 10 days - walks in, casting a shadow over your tiny flat with his giant shoulders and absolutely staring between your legs. Choking on your tea, you launch into a coughing fit and nearly throw yourself onto the floor trying to get off the chair and cover yourself up. You’re not exactly shy about your body, and he’s seen you in underwear before but not lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination, lace framing your soft cunt.
“Uh…way to make an entrance idiot boy…what are you doing here?? And why didn’t you say you were back early and coming to my house rather than you know, YOURS??” 
You’re not actually annoyed, just a little unnerved - living in the middle of a city, you’re not used to people just turning up, even when you’re as close as the two of you are. You spend half the day on the phone anyway so you always know when he’s near.
He looks perplexed, soft brows nearly in his hairline and tongue peeking out between his lips. “…but I did say.” He tells you, at exactly the moment you remember your phone is on do not disturb.
“I turned do not disturb on, your girl here is attempting to actually get some work done before she never gets a commission ever again…”
Realising you’re not actually angry at him, he enters the room properly and laughs, teasing you.
“You?? Work? Hah! Never! You just sit there and drink tea and research obscure antique books!”
“Hahahahaha…you know it kid! Let me get dressed and well…I don’t know, I was going to say we should do something to celebrate you getting home but let’s face it. It’s us. We’ll just watch some shit on TV, get shit faced, and eat shit Chinese takeout.”
He flops onto your sofa like he always does, legs hanging over the end and using a pile of cushions as a pillow. He’s basically part of the furniture now, has been for a couple of years. He’s the little brother you never had, but not. Kind of like a boyfriend, but sexless. It’s never occurred to you to be attracted to him. Objectively you know he’s hot - how could you not - but it just isn’t like that for you. 
This time you draw the curtain at the entrance to your bedroom nook closed and peel off the lingerie, swapping it for a much more practical and appropriate stretchy bralette and pants. You pull on some ancient yoga pants on top, and your mum’s original Aladdin Sane T-Shirt and take a moment to brush your hair.
You’re entirely unaware that as you’re doing that, he is on the couch losing his mind. All he can see is the way you were sat, contorted at your desk. Tongue poking out as you concentrated, one hand around your favourite mug that he got you from one of your museum trips. Your cardigan was hanging off your shoulders; and your nipples were visible through the sheer fabric of your bra, he’d never even thought about them before now and all he could think was ‘why not?’. Even more disturbing was the soft pillowiness of your thighs, the way he wanted to bury his face in them and be crushed by the thickness of them, the way they framed your perfect little cunt, the soft hair showing. He was scared to close his eyes because he knew that the image of your sex would be there, as if he could see anything else ever again. He was scared to keep them open, in case you could see what he was thinking and it disgusted you and you kicked him out and he lost you.
You walk from the bedroom to the kitchen, lifting the needle from the record as you go by and turning the lamp you rescued from a skip on. It was definitely too early to start on the whisky, unless you wanted to get kicked out of the bodega downstairs by 9pm for being unruly (usually one of you would end up laughing hysterically at the bags of nuts or something equally asinine) so you opened a couple of beers and stood over the sofa, dangling one above his face. For some reason he jumped, which was odd. And then it clicked - he must be exhausted. Unsociable work hours, struggling to get to sleep in strange beds, and then travel. The boy needed bed. So you put the beers down on the table, and leant over, putting your cold palms on his cheeks specifically to make him jump.
“Whaaaaa…what was that for?!”
“I know what’s wrong, you need bed. You need some sweet, sweet pillow time. C’mon.”
This wasn’t a rare exchange in your friendship, but today it made every nerve ending in his body go hot, then cold and then he forgot to breathe for a second. Just the word pillow made him think of your thighs. You often napped together, and thought nothing of it. With both of you working antisocial hours you were used to grabbing sleep where you could, and there’d never been anything awkward in bundling up in the nearest comfortable space like puppies. You were just people. There’d never been a moment where it had gotten awkward even, unless you counted the time that he’d woken you by sneezing in your face and you’d whacked him so hard with a pillow he had a faint bruise on his chin for the next week.
He couldn’t refuse, that would just seem bizarre and you would know something was wrong. You’d either wind him up until he snapped, and admitted it and you kicked him out. Or you’d be confused and maybe a little hurt even which might be worse. So he rolled off the sofa, just like he had a million times before. Headed for your bathroom for a quick pee, and then to your nook - feeling self conscious taking his jeans off around you for the first time ever, but he couldn’t sleep in them. Luckily you’d already taken your shirt off and were in your bra, top, THING under your covers and all he had to do was slide under and wait for your breathing to steady and even out and then he didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t losing his mind anymore.
Instinct took over a little as he got into your bed, it was soft and warm and smelled of you - lavender and cookies and salt and hair and something undefinable that was just you - and he felt his heartbeat relax a little. You’d already got into the position you always slept in, one arm tucked around the pillow, the other cuddling yourself. It was easy enough for him to slot in behind you, angling his hips so enough cover slipped between the two of you that he could hopefully hide the effect your closeness was having on his cock. 
A little less easy when you snuggled back into him slightly and mumbled, “missed you, you fucker.” Half into your pillow. Usually at this point he would lean into you, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping an arm around your belly before falling into a drooling, dreamless slumber. How could he do that now? Frantically trying to work out a way to pull you close without touching, he started to reach for your hand but was saved by your little chuffing snore. Instead, he rested his head against yours and unwisely breathed you in. It felt safer if you were asleep, maybe by the time you woke up these…feelings would have passed. Heck, maybe you were right and he was just exhausted.
By the time your eyes opened again, the room was shrouded in semi-darkness, mauve and violet painting the off-white walls and making you feel like you’d woken up in a Gothic novel. The tangles of hair over your face didn’t help, your dark brown and his chestnut partly obscuring your view. At some point during your nap the covers had been stolen by him, which was out of character and you scooched backwards on your bed to find them and him, scrabbling with your hand behind you to feel for the blanket.
Finding the well-worn fleece almost instantly you yank it hard, moving backwards at the same time searching for his warmth. You liked sleeping with him, was one of your favourite bits of your friendship if you were honest - like having your childhood bear come to life but a little less furry. He was your boy. Solid, dependable, funny and just a little bit of an idiot. You entirely accepted that his career meant months spent without him as your sidekick, pulling you away from melancholy tendencies and making the world brighter on an every day basis, but you still missed him terribly, missed this. Your back makes contact with his front, and you wriggle into place. Reaching around for his arm and pulling it over you where it belongs, you sigh with the simple pleasure of it all. You don’t notice that his breathing is too shallow for him to be asleep right away, but when you do, you smile.
“Hey fucker, good nap?”
He’s trying to keep his cool. Sleeping didn’t help at all, with you next to him he had frenzied dreams of waking up to find you naked and just out of his reach, telling him he’d never be able to touch you but you’d let him look…just this once. And now you’ve pulled him tight against you, his hand splayed on the soft skin of your belly, squishing into the opulence of your flesh. The first thought that comes into his mind is the absurd and slightly desperate urge to bite the soft curve of your shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to slake his desire and to keep his mouth occupied, to stop him saying something idiotic. To stop him ruining everything for a moment of passing madness. The second is that if he does it, he could absolutely pass it off as a joke. His heart is pounding now, he knows he has a moment to make the decision and really it gets made for him as you twist slightly in his arms, plump and warm.
He doesn’t respond right away, and you assume he’s fogged with sleep. You barely realise his mouth is open on your shoulder at first, lips soft and hot. By the time you register what’s happening, his teeth have gently closed on your skin and your entire being shivers, sensation ebbing from that one spot through your bones and sinew. You gasp, shocked. Your brain can’t quite work out what exactly is going on and why he has bitten you, if it even was a bite - it’s so soft - it suddenly feels like every nerve ending you possess is awake. You’re hyper aware of the closeness of his body, the size of him, his masculinity in a way you never have been before. His teeth release, and you can’t help but make a soft mewl of loss as you lose the sensation and push back against him.
Your hips move almost of their own volition, curving even further backwards into the cradle of his pelvis. You’ve no idea what’s happening, you just know that you need for there to be no distance between your skin and his, however infinitesimal. This feeling is something you’ve never known, it’s primal and matters more than anything ever could. All from a silly little bite. His breathing is coming shallow and ragged, hot against the sensitive skin of your neck and you instinctively tilt your head to allow him access. You can feel him breathing you in, before his hot mouth touches you, followed by the tip of his tongue, delicately licking and bringing a strangled moan to your lips. Your hands clench convulsively, wanting to hold onto him and your toes curl. The pleasure is astounding. He is holding back though, you can feel it in his silence. The waiting for a green light, an acknowledgment and acceptance. Consent.
You say his name. A whisper at first, husky with sleep. Then louder.
“Please.”
It’s almost a prayer. 
Without realising it, you’ve both been holding your breath. An exhalation comes with sudden force, breaking the barrier you’ve been keeping up and you twist in his arms, to face him. It’s the same face you’ve looked at for years, the dearest face you’ve ever known. He is practically as familiar to you as your own reflection in the mirror, you see him when he is sad, or sick, or laughing so hard he burps. Even with spaghetti sauce everywhere and inexplicably pretending to be a vampire when he steals your french fries and has them dangling from his lips, smirking. You didn’t think there was anything you hadn’t seen there, but what you see now punches the air from your lungs with shocking force. The dark hair, pushed haphazardly back from his forehead, frames his eyes, inky and fathomless, staring at you with such need that you know there is nothing you could ever deny him. He wouldn’t even need to ask you - it is his. 
Those lips of his, the lips you’ve always joked you wanted - but not like this - full, soft and expressive are open and you reach a hand towards them, brushing the bottom one with your thumb to see his pupils blow wider. His tongue slides out to catch your digit, sucking it into his mouth as his eyelids flutter closed and he hums appreciation. A shiver of pure lust ripples over you, every inch of your skin needing him, him, him. 
Your brain is not your own anymore, but you’ve never been so fully inside your body. Nerve endings spark as you lift your leg up to wrap it around his waist, you need him there, need his sex pressed against yours. He slides his hand under your knee to pull you closer inwards, sliding up to your waist, the wide plane of your thigh, the bulge of your belly, then to your chest - cupping you soft and heavy, grunting with the satisfaction of feeling the hard pip of your nipple. Dimly, you’re aware that you’re rocking your hips into his. Wetness pouring from you, through the layers of your clothing and coating his hardness through his underwear.
 Somewhere, somebody is making savage noises, caught between a gasp and a cry and it must be you. He grasps the flimsy fabric of your top and pulls, letting your breasts fall loose and begins to suck warm, wet kisses into the fat flesh. There’s no precision, no artistry and yet you’ve never seen anything more beautiful. Tangling your hands in his hair to keep him there, chanting his name as he presses deeper and bites into you, hard. Marking and claiming, painting your body as his. You know you’ll be purple tomorrow and the thought makes your cunt spasm. 
It’s almost like being devoured, dissolving away and becoming something new entirely. A particularly sharp nip to your skin makes you pull harder at him, making him gasp and moan. He looks up at you, eyes blown wide and face gentle, lips kiss swollen and wet and opens his mouth to ask you a question…
I don’t know who exactly this is about…it could be Eddie or it could be Steve. Thought about both of them while writing, so!
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mrsbsmooth · 3 months
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….hiiii. um, i'm the gary season 2 pov anon. i'm so warmie at the thought that literally anyone else would want to read the fic, it's been such a labor of love, like two whole years of writing. it's also veeeeerrrry spicy lol, which was another concern of mine, as i've published fics before for other fandoms and such, and had fun doing it, but i had a really awful experience with a now ex friend of mine who had previously beta read literally everything i've ever written. but i'd found out that she was shit talking about my writing behind my back and when i confronted her she just doubled down about it and even posted in this writer's group chat we'd both been in for *years* about how awful my writing was and how glad she was that she would never have to read it again, with a literal picture of something I'd written when i was like, twelve and had sent to her as a joke. anyway, i've been really…insecure about my writing ever since, and i hadn't even realized it until now, and i just wanted to thank you?? you're such a fantastic writer and you're such a wonderful spot in the fandom as well. i've decided to go ahead and start publishing the fic, though it's prooobably going to be a long process, haha. first chapter is up, and if you're into it, i hope you might give it a shot? https://archiveofourown.org/works/52324489/chapters/132367141 anyway just wanted to thank you and say that i love your writing!!!
Okay so before i address a single other thing, I've just finished chapter one and AAAAHHHHHH I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gary's internal monologue is so intriguing, and honestly right now, I needed this. Male POV is one of my absolutely favourite things to read (and write!). I love Cass she must be protected at all costs!
Here's the Gary fic: if i fall (can you let me down easy)
Now, onto the rest.
Firstly, I am so, so sorry that happened to you, but you've gotta fix your language. That's not an 'ex friend'. That's someone who was pretending to be your friend, but never, ever was. It doesn't matter if they did favours for you, or were kind to your face. If they're deliberately putting you down behind your back, they're not your friend, they never were, and you should stop giving them the honour of referring to them as such. Especially not if they took something you shared with them in confidence and used it against you.
Not. A. Friend.
Writing is unbelievably personal. You are putting a piece of your soul, a tiny bit of your own history and story into everything you write. So to share that with someone and have them betray your trust? I can totally understand why you would feel anxious or insecure about sharing it. But I can tell you right now, you have absolutely no reason to be insecure about your writing. Absolutely NONE. This is good. Like I had to go switch the laundry and do the dishwasher, but i had my phone in my hand the entire time just scrolling because I was having a great time reading it.
It absolutely warms my heart that you're publishing it, I hope you continue to do so because I think this really is a great fic. It's such perfect timing as well, given the eps have just disappeared and this is so close to canon so far, urgh. I can't wait.
Encourage everyone (especially the Gary stans!) to go and read <3
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splashink-games · 2 months
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Getting to the end is not what's important.
Did I not do a good job?
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I am absolutely astounded by SANABI by WONDER POTION.
trying to be as spoiler-free as I can.
Good lord.
I was not expecting such an emotional experience.
Even after I spoiled myself a bit because our daughter (I'm okay to call the child that right? collectively, yours, mine, and our main character's (who is also ours to share)) had some very gif-able moments for me to look up and save.
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ugh.
Don't even get me started on how incredibly wholesome the intro sequence is! Or mostly any memory for that matter.
Let me move on...
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I heard that this game is often compared to Katana ZERO. I haven't played Katana ZERO but I've watched a friend speedrun it, and I get it, though I can't compare the narratives. But that's not what's important.
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SANABI is an incredibly well-told story with fast-pace gameplay. The storytelling succeeds because it gives the player information while keeping that same information from the main character, along with hints to a conclusion that we, as the player, can infer.
and that inference builds and builds, cracking the reality that our main character (MC for short) is experiencing in Mago City until it crumbles.
this is a story is about loss and acceptance.
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Our journey with these two vastly different characters, Mari and MC is nothing short of exquisite.
it's hard to put into words without spoiling anything.
each character has a very strong goal. MC is out for revenge, while Mari's is pretty vague until the midpoint, but we can surmise it also as revenge. from the onset, Mari tells you that their goals currently align. and every plot point serves an obstacle in their progress (as it should in a game).
but with every obstacle, their determination and sense of reality is affected. the two grind each other's gears. but also get back to a moderate peace. well, until they can't.
mysteries are thrown around. answers can't, or won't, be given. things happen. the situation changes. Mari and the MC change.
and when the pair finally gets to their destination, it's nothing like they expected. Getting to the end is not what's important.
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Mari has an amazing arc. you know what she's after part way through the game. and it becomes clearer how desperate she is. like, what a fascinating character Mari is for being able to act in the manner she does. for being faced with the situation at hand until she can no longer bear it.
MC has an equally fantastic arc. for being such a one-track minded character until he isn't. until he thinks for a moment about everything that's happening. but no answer are given.
it's hard to describe how deeply rooted in emotion these characters are. and I think the experience of them is worth it.
with all that being said, the gameplay was rad.
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for me, SANABI puts into perspective how much you can do with a few buttons. for reference, I use a Nintendo Switch-style controller. you never use the B button or the bumpers. you start using Y and left trigger halfway through the game. and I never needed to use the right joystick, even though I could.
my biggest gripe, gameplay-wise, was the ground-less boss fight. I don't know if I'm just bad at the game (I am, though) or if I have a problem with having no ground to stand on. I think the biggest issue is the inability to save oneself at the bottom of the screen. it's a very air-centric fight, so I guess it gets a pass, but it's definitely not my favourite.
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everything else was smooth as butter. the introduction of new mechanics was never out of the way. the main mechanics themselves (grappling, swinging, and hooking enemies) were great and ties itself well to the narrative.
even as I was speeding through the finally sequence of the game, I still enjoyed swinging along. in between narrative sequences.
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SANABI is a wonderfully crafted game, focused on delivering a thoughtful story with smooth mechanics as its vehicle.
This game is definitely a must-play for anyone!
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As always,
Enjoy gaming!
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Greetings, Anon! Thank you for your questions. I have to admit, even in the past, I refrained from posting reactions or speculations as BSD chapters release, but you already knew that, so I will indulge you. I'll answer each part of your ask. BSD ch113 thoughts below, manga spoilers ahead.
♠ "What was your raw reaction?" It was not a calm, quiet one, I can tell you that. No, in fact I screamed with excitement as if I was in a Roman amphitheatre and my favourite gladiator just got back up on his feet, out of sheer force of will, grinning and sweaty. My scream was the fastest way I could "verbalize" the fact that I was overjoyed to see him alive again, even if it's in the 15th century, and on top of that he seemed to be some kind of spy monk all chained up and having what seems to be a ridiculous amount of fun getting caught and discussing with Bram. This is all very in-character for him.
♠ "Was that something you expected?" Absolutely not. Yes, yes, I truly did not expect a jump back in time and this infobomb drop, despite the fact that we did get a few hints that Fedya seemed present at past events when all the other character really appeared younger than him (near the end of S4ep3, where on a rooftop Fedya says "It's not V, it's Five" and I am seriously like bruh I give up what I want to say is I need more data to work with, what am I supposed to do with this, rationally speaking?). However, we can't yet extract anything conclusive from this. Is he ageless? A time-traveler? Immortal? Does he revive? When was he born? Was he born at all or created differently somehow? Is he of BSD's world, or an external one (Beast liveaction finale anyone?)? Is this all within the Book and he's just… idk flipping the pages? Anything is possible and I refuse to spend a lot of time working with incomplete data. This is not very follower-friendly (as in, my blog is basically inactive in-between), I know and I apologize, but if after many chapters there will be something worthwile to add to my essay (with what Fukuchi said in ch113 I already have important stuff to add), under those circumstances I will consider writing an update. It's not yet time.
♠ "<Was that> something you felt different for the characterization we all made for Fyodor?" Hmm, I would hesitate to refer to a characterization "we all made" for him (I wish! T o T), because my analysis and blog are but a tiny tiny part of the fandom (I think…? I wonder about my Fedya essay's reach or influence sometimes). But let's say here we refer to one that comes close to what I tried to show in my essay. In that case, I would say that there is nothing to fear here in this chapter, but it's very understandable to have massive trust issues at this point. We went through a miserable, miserable time when the previous ones made the guy who visually memorized a full deck of used cards somehow not notice Chuuya wearing contacts and fake vampire teeth, despite knowing the vampire race since… well, the 15th century! I cannot even begin to describe what I felt reading ch111.5-112, I was beyond repulsed. Lovers of "villain" characters understand the following thing well: in most media, our fav has to lose, he has to die or disappear at some point, with rare exceptions. I, too, know this well, but that was no compelling way to solve BSD's villain threat. I still don't know how BSD will wash away that narrative stain, as I consider it, but then again one of the reasons we love this manga is that it keeps us on the edge of our seats and the most absurd yet fun turns can happen out of the blue. We can reasonably ask ourselves: ok, what is the purpose of showing Fedya's backstory now? If it's for build-up, we can already start grinning like Cheshire cats. What could possibly be next? I'm cautiously optimistic, things look in-character and good to me. Very good, in fact.
♠ "Or do you think it is later on going add some depth to his character?" Backstories are shown usually for a very clear purpose. We don't know the purpose yet, but if it's done well, then… then my whole essay could be at risk lmao (and I love this sensation). New info could add so much depth to his character, in fact, that his previously observed traits could gain new meanings, or even contradictory ones. Whichever it will be, I think it's pretty safe to bet on "his backstory will be very relevant".
♠ Bonus: even if I enjoy going "full analytical" and enter conference speech mode when asked, I am driven by strong emotions, by which I want to say – I am not immune to assassin/spy monk Fedya chained up like that and having the time of his life again. I missed seeing him entertained like that, and his current …………. visual representation in the.. uh. ..chapter, yeah, well, it's doing things to my Depeche Mode-worshipping heart.
Anyway, to conclude with some facts we know as of now:
a. Fedya and Bram are inside the Bran Castle, close to the Romanian city of Brașov, "deep in the Carpathians" although not built at high altitude itself. It's basically a fortress built between 1377-1388, with several later additions. The BSD representation of it is very accurate to how it looks today. It's near perfect, actually, I applaud.
b. Bram mentions King Matthias, and in this context that can only mean Matthias Corvinus, King of Hungary for 1458-1490. The meeting between Fedya and Bram thus happens some year during his reign, when Transylvania was still part of the Kingdom of Hungary. What is still strange to me is that I can't pinpoint Bram's exact position, as in… were his people independent? Or avoided? I feel like I need to re-read past Bram-related chapters to think about this.
c. Nevermind Bram, the things that Fukuchi says, those are the real goldmine here, but the gold is still… encrypted? I mean: Fedya made the DoA plan (more than confirmed now), and because Fukuchi asked for the condition to keep casualties under 500, Fedya respected that and we got entertained for like half of the whole BSD manga: using coin bombs for terror, for economic/political destabilization, using the vampire infection to avoid further violence, these things. The more you think about it, the more insane it gets. Since Fedya agreed to this condition, it means causing (more) deaths and violence were expendable things to him. (But imagine this: Fukuchi said "I want max. 500 deaths" and Fedya said "Yeah I can do that", now if Fukuchi would've said "I want max. 2 deaths" I really believe Fedya would've still said "Yeah I can do that". What can't he do, especially since murder for murder's sake isn't his goal?). This is in perfect harmony with his "necessary deaths only" approach so far, and much much more. There are far more implications in what Fukuchi said, which I won't type out here now. Gotta keep them and build around them for a future analysis update.
This was a rather long read, but still, I hope this satisfies your curiosities, Anon. *bows dramatically & disappears in a borderline insufferable ENTP way*
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Tell us about your favourite Twisted Wonderland characters (one per dorm).
"One per dorm" you say...🤣Yeah ok, I definitely need that parameter, lol.
Alright, this is gonna be a long one so buckle in:
Heartslaybul:
This one would have to be Deuce Spade. I can't help it, he just has such dumb of ass, pure of heart energy and I very much adore that. Plus, his whole "moody bad-boy" image is...well, it's in direct contrast with his Actual Personality. Yeah, he gets in fights, and he references having been a troublemaker, but something tells me he was more on the side of being misunderstood in his intentions. Especially every time he mentions wanting to send money home to help his mother. Also I love that his first spell he learns is How To Summon a Cauldron. Because I get great joy from tropes where a character has One (1) Seemingly Useless or Very Specific Spell That Is Not Combat-Oriented In The Slightest that they make work for a variety of scenarios, including combat. He gives me Rin Okumura vibes, and, as you probably could guess, I can't help but want to adopt him. Bam. Done. He's my Son.
Savanaclaw:
For Savanaclaw, this may come as a shock to you...I like Ruggie the best. He has this Trickster attitude that I adore; sassy and sarcastic and absolutely sneaky and devious. But he also has more than that. He has an entire family back home who aren't very well-off financially, so it's no wonder he's constantly taking every opportunity to make money. At the winter break it even shows that he is trying to bring back as much food from the cafeteria as he can so he can feed his family at home and they can have a fun celebration too without having to worry about their next meal. I also really identify with the way he looks after Leona. It shows that Ruggie has lots of little siblings that he looks after. I have younger siblings and I definitely had to watch out for them when they were growing up. And then, even when Leona overblotted and hurt him, Ruggie stayed by him and stayed loyal, stayed friends, and gave Leona another shot. He totally could've said "fuck this noise, I'm out", which is something I think people often expect from anti-hero characters similar to Ruggie, but he didn't. He faced death for Leona and I think that says more about how much he cares about his friends than any of his snarky remarks or nagging toward Leona ever did. Also, I like to imagine that for the next month and a half Leona is totally at Ruggie's beck and call, because all he has to do when Leona grumbles is go "Oh, are you, the great Leona, tired? Are you...in pain? Hmmm? Do you know what it's like to almost die because your best friend decided to use his signature spell on you and tried to turn you to dust?" I just want that to be how he gets Leona to go to classes for like a month after the incident lol.
Octavinelle:
FLOYD. NO CONTEST. NO HESITATION. FLOYD LEECH. I'm sorry, Azul, Jade...I just can't deny it. Floyd has my heart. He somehow wormed his way into my heart and set up camp and I can't deny he is my favourite. He's just such a wild card, a loose cannon. I love it. My boy. He's also the one I ship with Yuu. :D I just love his attitude, how he sticks to his own way, he doesn't let anyone else make him change how he is. Frustrating as heck to deal with, I am sure, but to watch? Oh, it is sooo entertaining. I love it. I also love how there's only a handful of people who can get through to him, and that is Azul, Jade, and now, sort of, Yuu. Floyd just loves his Shrimpy and wants to squeeze them. Hehehe. Also, his merman form is Very Handsome. Idk, it's something about the way he smiles too, it's just entirely endearing to me.
Scarabia:
This was a tough one. It's not that I really have a favourite in Scarabia. I really like both Jamil and Kalim for different reasons. If I had to choose one I think I would get along with more...honestly it would probably be Jamil. I've said this before, but I've also had a lot of issues with expectations and rules and being put into a role I didn't ask for and having to make exceptions for others and anticipate their needs rather than letting them tell me what they needed. In that way, I see a lot of myself in Jamil. I immediately knew what his frustration was when I started playing book four, and that's why it took me so long. I actually had to take a lot of breaks because, while I wanted the story and have lots of fun playing Twisted Wonderland, book four was very triggering for my anxiety. I may be at a point in my life where I can recognize what was wrong in the past and what I need to work on, but I am by no means over it and unaffected by the memory. So, I think being around Kalim, while it would be enjoyable and I would absolutely adore him, would probably be a bit more taxing on me mentally and emotionally than it would for me to be around Jamil. And that is why I will mark Jamil as my favourite, though I really do like both of them very much.
Pomefiore:
It's Epel Felmier. I am drawn to the way his personality doesn't match his outward appearance. I really like that about him, it's like a surprise sucker punch that he can really weaponize once he figures it out a bit more. I also like the character growth he goes through and how he realizes that there's more to strength than just being able to fight, that there's different ways to be strong and win in life. I love that. And I really identify with the feeling of 'my body doesn't match who I want to be'. As a child, and even sometimes still, I really had a struggle with understanding what I actually looked like. I had an idea in my mind of how I looked and I remember how blatantly thrown off I was when I would look in the mirror. I felt I had to act certain ways because of my body type, that I was expected to be more masculine and tough because I was bigger than my sister and some of my friends. As I got older, it became the opposite. I didn't want to be seen as masculine at all, I hated it, so I tried overly hard with make up, wore very feminine clothes, squeezed my butt into skinny jeans that made indents in my stomach and cut into my hips, and consistently worried about my face and hair throughout the day. Then, I hit a burnout and stopped caring. Still recovering, but I'm learning to love and embrace the body I have and to work with what I have instead of longing for what I don't, and that I can be big and still be feminine, just in a different way. And I think that is something that makes me very similar to Epel.
Also I wanna hear Epel talking all dainty to some poor soul who doesn't know him and then he stubs his toe and screams "FUCK". I just think that would be funny :D
Ignihyde:
Idia Shroud. Again, no contest. I love Ortho to pieces, but Idia is MY BOY. I love him so much. My introverted boy. The one I laid eyes on for 0.5 seconds and went "adopted". He's so pretty, with his flaming blue hair and his beautiful golden eyes. I love his entire aesthetic, and I love his personality. Introverted. Sarcastic. Smart. He's so cool :D I really like how he talks in video game terms, and I think his obsession with video games is so relatable. I may not game near as much as he does, but as a kiddo I used to read almost more often than I breathed. And I was very introverted and loved fictional worlds more than I enjoyed being in reality. So, I get it. He's just so fantastic, we have the same humour, and again I love his devotion to his little brother. He adores Ortho, it's very clear. He tries his best for him. And there's more backstory to come, which I am SO FREAKING EXCITED FOR!!!!! I want to know, even if I already have my guesses, what happened, what he's been through, what happens next. I love Idia so much.
Diasomnia:
Lilia. He's so funny and mischeivous. I love how he teases. I also love that he's canonically called 'Father' by Silver and Sebek. Top Tier. I love how chill he is, like Sebek will be losing his mind over Malleus and Lilia is like "eh, he's fine" and usually he's right. I also love the way he dresses. Very cool aesthetic; definitely the look I really admired in high school. His voice lines are so funny, because the conversation is just rolling along and every once in a while Lilia will drop some piece of knowledge that Reminds Everyone that he is canonically hundreds of years old. Top Tier.
Bonus - Faculty:
I give you, a bonus!!! Crewel! Which you already knew, but I couldn't make a post about my faves and not include him! He is so handsome, his entire aesthetic, the way he talks, those voice lines...🥵🥵...yes. Just. Yes. I thirst over him so much, you know I do. hehehe. :D Seeing him running the infirmary in book 6 part one made me literally scream like YEEESSSSS, WE LOVE A MAN WHO TAKES CARE OF THE INJURED. GD. also because it means if I worked in Night Raven College he would have worked closely with me at that part and that made me so so so happy you have no idea.
And there you have it! My faves from Twisted Wonderland. Thank you so much for sending me this ask, it made my day! I had so much fun answering this 💜💜💜💜
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mothiidae · 8 months
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my MDA:Rain Code thoughts - spoiler free version
I've been meaning to thought dump my overall thoughts and opinions about rain code for a while and well,, here we are!
my overall opinions: Despite some issues, Rain Code acts as a great foundation that can be built upon in the future - along with plot threads that can be used in future games. If your a danganronpa fan I would totally recommend it, but its a bit of a harder sell to those outside the bubble.
I have already done another form of this kinda post with everything i deemed to be somewhat spoilery - whether that be full on plot twists and story events in specific chapters or simple side content. For anyone who wants to read the spoiler version i'll link it here!
onto the list!:
to try to keep to some order, i've orginised the points into gameplay/mechanics, story and characters
Masafumi Takada was let out of the basement and has made yet another banging ost, is there no stop to this man? The title theme RAINCODE?? HELLO?? what i liked was that there are moments in which you can hear dangan elements; such as during the investigation theme you can hear trumpets which personally reminded me of sdr2's investigation theme and bella fresco grand finale - shinigami's execution theme - there are parts that sound like the execution theme. Despite all these dangan references (which im sure there are more) Raincode has been able to carve out its own vibe musically and im all here for this more low-key, lo-fi kinda feel!
Rui Komatsuzaki is back and the characters have that distinct design flair and eccentricity i expect from him. I have to say his designs are partly what drew me into Raincode because, well,,, his style is so recognisable!! it also is somewhat nostalgic for me so my neurons activate when i see it. I am but a simple man that enjoys this rui style.
Personally, Kodaka defiantly did not utilise this being a 3D adventure game enough because at points it just felt like visual novel taking place within a 3D space. And the adventure part i believe is quite the misnomer - it can be super restrictive in its exploration, theres not much to do/see within the city itself other than the requests - which are more of a story than gameplay thing. Though the adventure/action descriptors for the game are for the mystery labyrinth, it can make kanai ward itself feel more like a vehicle (gameplay wise) to get you from one case to the next. Kanai ward is stunning though, with kamasaki district being my favourite part!!
I also found that the mystery labyrinths got boring at inbetween all the minigames - consisting of running to the next part whilst the characters discus the case. In danganronpa, these moments of discussion were unnoticeable due to being a visual novel but within a 3D action/adventure-esque game like Rain Code they don't work.
Being outside of the killing game formula with supernatural abilities, Kodaka has been able to do some really interesting things with cases. If there are future games i'm curious if he'll set up a pattern of cases like in danganronpa.
I DID NOT EXPECT ALOT OF THE PLOT TWISTS, one of which only works well if you've played danganronpa in my opinion. Another one didn't have build up, but i can't tell if its a im just dense thing or a it was just a shit twist thing
Quirky ahh characters my beloved - most major characters stood out and had their moments. They join the Kodaka pile of eccenticity
I am a HUGE Yomi stannie, he is delightfully evil and his VA was going absolutely ham. shout out to Howard Wang! He is evil and there is no changing him and i love him for it!
other than him and martina i found the peacekeepers to be a little disappointing. They did what they were needed to but most are susceptible to leaving little impression on people. Which is not good as they are your major obstacle in a chapter. the majority of them have under 30~ mins of screen time [that is a rough estimate, most likely im wildly wrong] though they didn't need to have backstories or anything, them being a constant presence through investigation might've helped.
YAKOU MY LOVE <3<3<3<3<3<3 he is a soggy, wet cat of a character and sooooo pathetic!!! my kinda guy
Now i like fubuki as much as the next guy but i found that she would go one of the funniest characters of the cast to
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artyfartyperson · 1 year
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you do not have to answer ALL of these ofc im just kind of rambling HEHHEE. okay so.!!!
do you have any particular story behind kais arm burn and gold tooth??
why is lloyds gi sleeveless/has a different sleeve design than the rest? tbh i can see kai and cole taking their sleeves off but not so much lloyd..
are there any meanings/inspiration the sash designs + end tassles come from or are they just Aesthetic? same question for nya and jays gloves!!!
does cole have a ponytail/bun? it kinda looks like he does but ita so dark i can't really tell JGJGNFJG
also just take this as an opportunity to talk about any of the design things you want!!! and like i said if you only answer one or two (or none!!!) of these that's totally good!!! :] im just a curious guy sometimes HGHGJDJF
Yeyeye! I can answer all of them :))))
1. I have a. story for Kai’s arm, it’s got to do with my oc Akako in my AU! It’s around the finale of Season 2, when they’re on the Dark Island. Akako wants to prove to Garmadon that she’s good enough to keep (maybe there’s a conflict or a threat that the Overlord/Garmadon will leave her on the Dark Island while they return to ninjago.) So this time she doesn’t hold back, and neither do the ninja considering she’s been a thorn in their side for some time.
They aren’t exactly aware of her element, and how it works until it’s too late. Any damage she takes she can use it against others, though at the cost of her having to deal with those wounds. This includes elements (if she was struck by Jay she can zap him back ❤️)
Thus, Kai attempts to finish her off once and for all, and stabs her with his sword (im pretty sure their weapons at the time can harness their elements). Akako while decently hurt, uses this as a final opportunity to attack before fleeing (or before going insane who knows (i don’t)). She attempts to absolutely incinerate him but he’s only able to dodge so much and gets burnt really badly on his arm. He takes the gap between season 2 and season 3 (maybe even up until 4) to recover properly. And when she eventually does get her goofy redemption arc he’s the last person to trust her.
As for his gold tooth I’d imagine he got it knocked out around season 5 and got the gold filler before or at the start of season 6 to show off honestly. I think it suits him 🦐
2. Lloyds gi is sleeveless because i thought it’d look decent enough 💀 He’s admittedly a little thinner/lankier than the others though so I might go back to him wearing a tank top or something underneath. He does have gloves that go really high up his arms, so he’s covered up a little bit. Those are just concept sketches I made on a whim however, I’m working on the proper reference as we speak :)
3. There’s somewhat of a connection yes :) Though i need to figure out the plot reason behind it, I do know that they’re based off the tassels of Akako
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The season I’m making that those gi appear in is a season based around her, so I thought it’d be neat for their designs to all tie together!
I actually did take a bit of inspiration from Sky: Children of Light, and their cape outfits. There’s a certain cape with tassels coming from them and I thought that’s be cool to incorporate and personalise for each ninja. It’s also a callback to back in 2017/2018 where when I drew them as silly little stickmen I liked to draw their tassels differently! Akako is a reworked oc from back then as well (vomits)
Nya and Jays gloves are more of an aesthetic choice for me, but I do take a lot of inspiration from steven universe and their designs sometimes. With Nya specifically I loved the one fingered gloves that Sardonyx from Steven Universe wear :)
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4. That is indeed a Cole man bun he has too much hair for his own good
5. *breathes in sleeveless designs* I like the season 4 designs so much they are my absolute favourite of the bunch! So idk i thought it’d be cool. I have such a soft spot for season 4 oml (i have trauma from season 4 I WROTE A FANFICTION OF SEASON 4 WHERE I INSERTED MY OC INTO IT BUT I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS 10 AND HER NAME WAS SKYLER AND I SHIPPED HER WITH JAY AND KAI HAD A CRUSH ON HER AND SHE WAS LLOYDS COUSIN AND NAWWWWWWW
NAWWWWWW)
yeah i’m so normal about season 4 designs
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rubysunnday · 2 years
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totally feel free to ignore this or answer privately!
i don't want to stir up fandom drama or put you on the spot, lottie, but if you feel like sharing, might i inquire as to why you don't like edwina sharma? this is a genuine question, asdfghjhgfdssdgh. as someone who enjoyed edwina's character, i'm interested as to why you don't.
(and don't worry, i'm not going to send you anything on why you ShOuLd StAn mY fAvOrItE cHaRaCtEr AnD bLoRbO. (1) edwina is not that important to me, and (2) i think sending stuff like that in the attempts to "change your mind" when completely unsoliticted is bad internet etiquette.)
Ohoho, get ready, olive for you have done it now
In the books, Edwina is my absolute favourite and I was so excited for her in the show. I made edits of her, my icon was her - she was my girl. I adored her and at the start of the show, I still did.
But when the show came out and we got passed the first episode I was like, alright, so, she's not going to be exactly like the books since she clearly liked Anthony and was happy to court him. I can cope with a love triangle.
But then we get the whole "i want all of it, Kate" scene which was then hypocritically countered by "i didn't ask for any of it, kate". Edwina, hon, you literally just said you wanted it...
And then there's the whole completely and utterly oblivious to anyone who isn't called Edwina. In the books (I'm going to keep saying that) she doesn't like Anthony and can tell that he is more suited for Kate and that Kate has feelings for him.
It's not like they were subtle about it.
Then she gets Kate and Anthony to dance together and has a hissy fit when there is obvious chemistry and Anthony storms off. Anthony only proposed to Edwina because he wanted the whole thing to be over with so he could fulfil his duty. He never loved her. He made it very clear to her that he did not love her and he wanted a wife out of mere duty to his family and had no interest in being in love.
Edwina conveniently missed this part despite it being said in ep2 in front of numerous other people - including Kate, Eloise, Colin, Penelope, Lady D, Violet, need i go on?
What I did notice during the proposal scene was how Edwina says "yes, I shall be your viscountess," and not "yes, I shall be your wife" which shows, to me, how they were never a love match.
Then we have the dinner scene with the Sheffields...
Edwina does not say a word against the Sheffields. She sits there and lets it all happen. Now, I don't know about anyone else, but if that was my mother and sister being berated like that, I would have said something. Why does it take Anthony stepping in for them to stop?
Now, Edwina obviously knows that something happened between Mary and her parents because there is a reason she hasn't seen them in ages. So, tell me why, she accepted their compliments and attention and said nothing about them completely ignoring Kate? It is so obvious there is tension, there - as someone who has experienced a similar situation, no matter how old you are, you know - yet she is just happy as a daisy.
And then she has another hissy fit about Kate lying to her. I understand this, but once Kate explained it, surely Edwina would see why. Kate wanted her to marry for love and not for duty, hence why she didn't tell her about the Sheffield's deal in an attempt to protect her.
And then we have the wedding.
Half - sister - oh, you little shit.
For this so-called sibling bond, even when angry at something that was so obvious - I do not know how Edwina didn't see Anthony smelling Kate or staring at her by the lake, or holding her hand with the engagement ring or anything like that, but I digress - I would not call someone I hold dear to me something like that.
Half-sister is the lowest blow you could possibly wield to someone who is not your full sibling. It's like referring to mother as step-mother when you've only called them mother for your entire life.
In the books, Edwina and Kate were devoted to one another and yet in the show, Edwina does not give two shits about Kate.
After the wedding, we have her being a bitch
Exhibit A)
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Like, girl, don't be so rude to a man who knows he's fucked up and is trying his hardest to make amends. Urgh, it fills me with such anger because whilst she hasn't "technically" done anything wrong, and has somewhat of a right to her anger, at least try for the sake of your family.
And then the ball scene where she sees Kate and Anthony finally getting to be happy with one another, she throws another tantrum because apparently, no one can be happy when she's miserable.
Never mind the fact Kate and Anthony have never done something for themselves and the one time they do, the little sister throws a hissy fit.
I'd also like to know why they all left without Kate? They all arrived together, did they just assume she left and didn't think to check? WHAT HAPPENED?!
It isn't until Kate almost fucking dies that Edwina somewhat resembles the book!Edwina. She listens, to Kate, with no anger and explains to her how she feels. And Kate listens and explains her feelings and if THEY HAD JUST DONE THAT IN THE FUCKING BEGINNING LIKE THEY DO IN THE BOOKS WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SHIT.
Ahem, anyway, Edwina is a selfish brat who cares about no one but herself and hates that her sister is finally happy and has to make everyone else miserable because she is.
Fin.
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need to get this all out somehow, so - thoughts and general ramblings on the new eight-liv-helen audios! under the cut for spoiler purposes: 
so! general overview - this boxset was. so so good. i really enjoyed last month’s release as well, but this was on another level for me entirely and despite listening to most of it past midnight (i was busy from about 8am until 11.30 at night. tuesdays are just like that every week unfortunately) and so probably not being in the best state of... anything, really, for it, i genuinely enjoyed this set so much and am in all honesty going slightly mad not being able to talk about it to anyone irl. anyway
episode-by-episode thoughts:
here lies drax
- this was a very fun one! now i’ve listened to the full set it does feel a little out of place tonally (this was very much a comedy and the other two. weren’t), but it was definitely enjoyable and had a clever plot
- i did actually do my homework for this one and listened to “the trouble with drax” the other week in preparation! (it was the first time i’d listened to one of four’s audios, actually, which was an interesting experience.) i feel like having that context definitely helped understanding a lot of the references going on, but i do wonder if i’d gone into this cold i would’ve enjoyed it a little more because it did feel at some points like it was retreading “trouble”’s beats a bit. hmm
- i did enjoy it overall though (it was very very funny), and i did like the way it all eventually panned out with all the guest characters being drax except the one character actually credited as drax. definitely appealed to my sense of humour
- there was something so deeply funny to me about the entire funeral scene, but especially the part with eight, whose experience of it up to that point had been all the guests turning up late and one of them straight up shooting the corpse, turning to liv and helen and going “this is exactly how i want my funeral to go”. what is going on in his head <3
- also shoutout to “can you legally shoot a corpse?” i have been wanting to make an out of context clips compilation for this era for ages now and if i ever do get round to doing it that line is definitely going in there
- “i think i want to scream” helen being a mood once again. this is how i have felt for the past 5 weeks at least
the love vampires
- this is currently very closely tied with “albie’s angels” for my favourite episode of both this boxset and this era of standalone stories with the team so far. it’s SO GOOD
- while i do definitely like the more fun, adventure-based episodes, i feel like my real niche with dr who stories is ones that really dig into the characters and this is a great example of the latter category. i was optimistic for this one anyway because, from my limited experience with his big finish work, james kettle seems like a really good writer for character-based stories, but it really exceeded my expectations for it. the character work (especially for helen) was absolutely brilliant!
- CANON QUEER HELEN FINALLY!!!!!!!  🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉
- i listened to the bit where that was confirmed when i was in public and let me tell you it was an absolutely huge effort to not completely lose my shit. i’m fairly sure i was grinning like an idiot the whole way through though
- honestly this whole episode was just fantastic for helen content generally. i am biased because she’s one of my all-time favourite characters, but that 100% drove the whole thing up in my estimation
- hattie morahan’s performance in this (and the next episode) was absolutely brilliant, some of her best in dw imo
- “great. van helsing in space” i don’t particularly have anything to add here i just think this line was fun
- liv’s first love as revealed by this episode is called petko. i looked the name up and apparently it’s bulgarian, and all i’m saying is that this is definitely adding to my “kaldor and slavic languages theory” 😌
- also like. liv’s scene with her respective vampire was so sad??? like i just got this feeling of overwhelming loneliness from it, and... yeah. someone get that woman a hug
- LOTS of thoughts about the scene between eight and liv where he gets her to promise to kill him if things go wrong. it’s actually shorter than i thought it was (went back and relistened for the purposes of making this bullet point), but there is a Lot to unpack there and i think it does highlight some of the stuff that makes their dynamic so interesting. i just don’t see that same scene happening with many other doctor-companion dynamics and, well... many thoughts
- “we’ll go out together. blaze of glory.” undescribable emotions™
- cutting away from the character stuff for a brief moment to discuss a) the atmosphere. the whole vibe of this story was so well-done, including the sound design, it felt really claustrophobic and creepy in the best way, really effective. and b) i thought the becoming were neat. i just think that’s a super cool name for an alien race :)
- “i sometimes think i can be a bit too... buttoned-up... emotionally.” “no... i- i wouldn’t say that.” “why? it’s obviously true.” eight my friend you are not helping here At All <3
albie’s angels
- okay so i’ve somehow got into a mindset where every time a new audio with this tardis team comes out i am absolutely convinced that helen is going to die in it. i thought this was going to be the episode where it happens and let me tell you i am so relieved that i was wrong!!!
- (i still reckon she’s doomed by the narrative though. this is a line of thought that’s really enough for a post of its own so i won’t elaborate here, but yeah. i am still not convinced her ending is going to be a happy one)
- this episode did however utterly wreck me emotionally (affectionate)
- really enjoyed the intro scene! i just like them getting to be silly together, even if it wasn’t for long :’)
- “didn’t we do enough damage to this decade already? put it another way, didn’t it do enough damage to us?” yeah :/
- albie was absolutely lovely :’) he was so sweet and kind and had so much love to give?? he may only be in one episode but i’d die for him
- also interesting to note how genuinely similar he seemed to helen? like they obviously have fairly distinct and different personalities but there were a lot of like, small mannerisms and stuff that they shared and it just really added something to their dynamic. they actually felt like siblings, really makes me wish that dw would do sibling duos like this more often tbh
- “helen chenka” i am trying so hard to be normal about liv/helen and keep my expectations for what’ll happen with them in check and every day i am tested. what the fuck. 
- actually you know what this entire episode had a LOT of liv/helen moments??? like i kinda just assumed the whole thing was dead in the water after stranded but now... i’m having a lot of thoughts. maybe that big finish tweet from august or whenever it was was right
- the snowball fight scene. i will actually be thinking about this forever. 
- the revelation that albie had been a few miles away from helen at most the entire time she was still on earth but neither of them had known and got to see each other totally wrecked me ngl
- and also the fact that his arrest was so close in time to the events of helen’s first episode! before this i’d assumed it had happened when helen was still fairly young, but now thinking about how her grief for him would have been so new and raw during “the red lady”... god this is actually destroying me
- (given that “absent friends” probably takes place a maximum of about two weeks after “the red lady” as well, the implication there that helen basically loses her entire family in the space of a few months is heartbreaking)
- “what else did helen tell you?” “not much. i don’t know if she couldn’t or wouldn’t. but after that conversation...” “yes?” “that was pretty much it, she... shut down.” “that’s our helen.” “she means a lot to me, you know.” “to both of us.” this whole scene was a Lot in general, but the way that both liv and eight genuinely care about helen so much?? the way that they’re recognising and acknowledging the fact that she’s not okay and in a good place mentally and hasn’t been for a long time?? the bond this team have means so much to me istg
- this episode said the real villains are homophobia and capitalism and it was right
- i was not expecting the lesbian weeping angels at all but you know what? good for them. i hope they’re living their best lives now
- roy gill really just went and almost single-handedly gave helen one of her best arcs in the entire show and i respect him so much for that. i hope he comes back as a writer for this tardis team at some point because he just absolutely gets what they’re all about. 
- the tragedy of it all combined with the ray of light in that albie and bailey got to be happy together, and that helen got to see her brother one last time... it was such a bittersweet ending and i feel like it was absolutely perfect for the story and for this arc as a whole 
- song for helen broke me completely. i was sobbing at it in a dark room at 2.30 am and honestly i feel like that says everything. 
so yeah. overall really really loved these three episodes!!! genuinely looking forward to where they’re going to go next with these characters, i feel like there’s some real potential for amazing stuff down the line :)
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lady-lazagna · 2 years
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I'm Concerned About Our LGBT Headcanons
If you take issue with this, I offer you some copium🤲
Despite most people in this (and pretty much every) fandom being LGBT to some degree, I've found that most of the widely accepted LGBT headcanons follow the same general pattern that is boringly stereotypical at least- and lowkey harmful at most. Seriously, they are all the same in every fandom, and it doesn't look like they're getting more diverse any time soon. I don't want my favourite fandom to be stuck in this mould, so I thought I'd share a few observations I've made about these stereotypes to see if we can avoid the more concerning ones and branch out a bit.
(Some of the problems listed aren’t really related to the Beyblade fandom, just thought I'd list out all of the issues I've seen for future reference.)
(Also, if you yourself happen to be similar to any of these stereotypes, then that's okay! You are a real person, not a character.)
To start us off, I'll introduce my absolute favourite example of this- the poster child of stereotypical headcanons (hcs), Voltron. You don't have to know anything about Voltron to understand this, just tell me if any of these sound familiar...
The Flirty One is Bi (Lance)
The Nice One is Pan (Hunk)
The Nerd is Ace/Aro (Pidge)
Any Androgynous Character is Nonbinary (Any of the fucking aliens)
Every other man is gay because it isn't as hot and sinful to ship a man with a woman as it is to ship one with another man(🙄) (Shiro and Keith)
And every other woman is a lesbian because there is a significant lack of women in this specific media and we're desperately starved for actual rep (and their relationships with each other are solely based on being the only two women in close proximity to each other) (Allura and Romelle)
Any familiarity there? I'm sure you found some, at least.
Look, if it just so happens that a character fits a certain mould and also feels a certain way to you then that's fine. It's not like we need to be constantly breaking stereotypes all the time. But when that's all the headcanons? All the time with every character? Then it's a problem.
We'll start with the first two- Bi and Pan. I'm not here to get into the whole Bi vs Pan debacle, but there are certainly elements here that fuel that fire. Namely that all the pansexual characters are the sweet and friendly ones while the bisexuals are... slutty? I guess?? Yeah... I can see why most bisexuals take issue with this.
There really isn't anything to determine whether you hc a character as bi or pan, so most people turn to personality. I'm sure you know this by now but in case you don't, THAT IS NOT HOW SEXUALITY WORKS. I am not a lesbian because I'm a stuck-up bitch (another great stereotype), I was just born this way. God put me in the randomiser and dealt me a shit hand, and now I can't talk to women.
ANYWAY… I know people choose the sexualities of characters/who to ship with who based on how they interact with other characters, but again, personality shouldn’t be a factor. For example, Lance from Voltron flirts with every woman he sees, and because people were so desperate to pair him with Keith, they just decided that he actually flirts with everyone, and thus is a bisexual bitch. The reality was actually that he was an insecure straight boy who thought getting bitches would make him cool, and any “flirting” that he did with the male characters was just him being snarky (y’all also need to stop taking being rude as secret attraction. Seriously. I get a little rival x rival is nice, but enemy x enemy is dodgy territory.)
As for Hunk, he’s the gentle giant kind of guy; he tries to be nice and friendly towards everyone he meets. Which of course, to the fandom, meant that he was open to a relationship with everyone. The idea that someone being nice to someone else means that they’re attracted to them is an insane concept that needs to die. Have we not learned this from the infamous Nice Guys?
Bisexual people aren’t inherently flirty just because they have more options open to them, and every friendly ray of sunshine isn’t pansexual. If you must decide which out of these two sexualities to give a character, flip a coin.
The stereotype that I have the biggest gripe with personally is the nerd being ace/aro, which is great because it appears in Every. Fucking. Fandom. Peridot from Steven Universe? Entrapta from She-Ra?? Twilight from My Little Pony??? And of course, Pidge from Voltron!
As funny as it is for everyone to collectively think "Wow, this dork gets no bitches" for every single nerd character, it's also kind of concerning- especially considering that the first two characters I mentioned are supposed to be autistic coded. Idk, it kind of gives "autistic people can't love or have sexual feelings" vibes. Like, people say "asexual people don't focus on sex, they focus on whatever they're biggest interest is!!!" Honey... that is an Autistic Person. "They don't waste time on talking to anyone because they're not attracted to them :D" My Brother in Christ… most of them don’t know How to communicate. And again, why do you think communication instantly means attraction, anyway?
Asexual and aromantic people don't have some common personality trait that makes them ace and aro, because again, personality has no correlation to sexuality. They could be literally anyone. Why don't you make any of the "attractive" characters ace, hm? Why not make the one who's fun, bubbly and friends with everyone aro? Let's expand our horizons a bit. Step away from the autistic dudes. Let us love, for once.
Another small issue I want quickly to point out is only headcanoning the younger characters as asexual. I shouldn’t have to point out why it is an issue, but if you can’t figure it out, ask yourself this: Why are the only asexual characters the ones that you can’t imagine having sex with each other? Sus.
The problem of only the alien/non-human characters being nonbinary isn’t really a Beyblade problem, since the show is severely lacking in aliens. I just wanted to point it out because, you know, nonbinary people are actually human, and only presenting them as otherwise is terribly harmful. There are obvious examples of this, like Double-Trouble from She-Ra and Stevonnie from Steven Universe. Just be wary of show creators that try to show off their inclusiveness by going “You see this literal monster we’re introducing? This amalgamation of two people? They’re an enby!” Like, my dude… just make a human. Any human. And then give ‘em the old “they/them.” It’s not hard.
Now that being said, we do still have a bit of a gender headcanoning problem in this here fandom- and not the neopronouns, 'cause I don't give a shit about those. The problem is when you take every gender nonconforming (gnc) character and make them nonbinary to some degree. There are two obvious problems with this:
Not every nonbinary person presents androgynously. Like my favourite quote from I don't know where says, "Nonbinary people don't owe you androgyny. They do, however, owe you a little dance or jig."
Not every androgynous person is nonbinary. Men and women can also, shockingly, present in ways that aren’t typically masculine or feminine.
What makes this quite a bit concerning to me is that most of the cast of Beyblade is male, so pretty much all of the gnc characters are male. So, when you take every male character that isn't completely masculine and think that they must be nonbinary... do you see the problem here?
Shockingly, men can actually be gnc. Crazy, right? Men can wear makeup, and have long hair, and have any speck of pink on their body and still be just a man. Yeah, it's fine to hc a few of them as nb (you are starved of representation, after all), but all of them? And none of the typically masculine men? Now you're just being unrealistic. Maybe Jack is just some dude who likes makeup. Maybe Tithi is just a five-year-old with pink hair. Maybe quirked-up white boy Chris is an enby. Idk. Going off of “vibes” alone is a bad idea, because we all know vibes is a fancy way of saying how they look in this instance.
This one definitely isn't just a Beyblade problem. In fact, something interesting *cough cough* offensive *cough* that I've noticed is that, in any fandom, it is usually only the canonically male characters that get this treatment. Why? Because when women are androgynous, they're lesbians. They have to be, right? If woman not lesbian then why woman have short hair? She imitate man!
Other than that fun one, though neither Voltron nor Beyblade have many women, there are still quite a few harmful stereotypes for us. Great. Other than the shoving two random girls together for the sake of it that I mentioned above, there is also:
The Soft™ lesbians, being completely infantilised, precious babies who don’t have any flaws or relationship problems. They’re just perfect and cute and sweet all the time and they have no personalities in themselves other than being in a wlw relationship.
And the Angry™ lesbian, any girl in the show that has a glimpse of power or anger. She’s a bitch, and men don’t like bitches, so she has to date a girl or be forever alone.
I think I’ll expand on more of my lesbophobic gripes another day, since a lot of them transcend stereotypical headcanons and go into straight-up villainy. But yeah, we’ll burn that can of worms when we lie in it.
In conclusion, headcanons are great, but we should all be wary about avoiding overused and/or harmful stereotypes. This is honestly why I think the best commonly accepted headcanon in this community is that Kyoya is trans, because it is solely based on the one (1) detail that makes it look like he's wearing a binder in Fury (although he does too much exercise for that to be healthy, so I like to think it's more of a sports bra).
Just some food for thought. Let me know if your brain is fed or if you have further questions.
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Anitra!! do you perhaps have a favourite fic? Something you would love to keep by your nightstand or tucked away in a special place? ☀️
Ohhhhhhh, anon. If you only knew. I have a giant favorite fics masterpost sitting in my drafts. And I don't even know why I haven't published it. Anyway, I'm going to give you my three favorites as of this moment and why if that's okay.
So this first one is what I refer to as my soulmate fic. If I myself was a fic, it would be this fic. This is me, my soul, in fic form. If that makes any kind of sense lol. When I read it the first time, I absolute lost my shit over it. It was anonymous at the time, and I had to wait so long to find out who had written it. It was torture.
Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark / @myownsparknow
Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he's cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he's on stage.
This next fic is what I consider to be the best fic in existence. And no, I don't care if people think I'm biased because my best friend wrote it. The emotion and the story and the characters just all weave together into something that is so special that it takes my breath away.
That's What I'm Here For by taggiecb / @taggiecb
Louis Tomlinson is a dairy farmer on a tiny farm in eastern Canada. His wife of nearly thirty years has left him and his children are all grown up and out of the house. Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking. Luckily for him his children know just the man for the job.
The first two fics were H/L fics, but this last one I'm going to talk about is a Tomlinshaw fic, so it's Louis/Nick Grimshaw. This is my comfort fic. Is it one of the angstiest fics I've ever read? Absolutely. Does that make complete sense? Maybe not to everyone, but what this fic did for me when I was at my sickest was it transported me when I needed it to do just that. There are lines from this fic that I can recite by heart, that's how many times I've read it.
I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships
The first time Louis Tomlinson kisses him, Nick is three sheets to the wind, wearing a pirate hat, and so fucking tired of Louis being a complete and utter knobhead that he's spent the last ten minutes snapping at him. The kiss takes him rather by surprise, all things considered.   Or: Nick and Louis don't like each other, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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I WILL FUCKING WRITE TODAY IF IT KILLS ME. (18 and over only, mentions of AFAB body)
You’re determined. Nothing will distract you. Your phone is going on do not disturb, you’ve unplugged your doorbell. You’ve got drinks made - a massive bottle of water, a flask of milky Earl Grey and a bottle of iced tea. You spent an hour making sure you had a blanket in case it got cold, snacks, and a stack of records so you didn’t have to get up and search for the music you needed at any given time. You WILL write today. In theory.
Why is it that whenever you set time aside you forget what words even are and instead feel a deep burning need to organise your books in reverse alphabetical order, or clean the skirting boards? Logically you know you can write. It just wasn’t happening. Maybe you’re wearing the wrong clothes? Maybe you should change into something that affects your mood? You cross the room and enter the nook you grandiosely refer to as your “bedroom” and strip off your ancient Hello Kitty pyjamas. Thinking about the scene you’re writing you decide to dress accordingly and slip into your favourite lingerie. It’s ecru (fancy word for beige) and lacy, and you wear a snuggly long grey cardigan over it.
Feeling a little more suitable now, you pad back to your desk and start to type. It may make no sense, but at least it’s words. You can always edit it later. Lost in your flow, you barely notice the clicking of the key turning in the lock. You’re sprawled half out of your chair, one leg improbably up on the desk - but it doesn’t matter because you’re home alone, you live alone and the only other person with access is your best friend; who is halfway across the country right now.
So you can sit there, legs spread wide in sheer lingerie at 2:24 in the afternoon on a weekday, drinking tea and writing, singing along to Patti Smith. Life isn’t so bad. Until suddenly the door swings wide and the best friend - who is supposed to be in Georgia for at least another 10 days - walks in, casting a shadow over your tiny flat with his giant shoulders and absolutely staring between your legs. Choking on your tea, you launch into a coughing fit and nearly throw yourself onto the floor trying to get off the chair and cover yourself up. You’re not exactly shy about your body, and he’s seen you in underwear before but not lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination, lace framing your soft cunt.
“Uh…way to make an entrance idiot boy…what are you doing here?? And why didn’t you say you were back early and coming to my house rather than you know, YOURS??”
You’re not actually annoyed, just a little unnerved - living in the middle of a city, you’re not used to people just turning up, even when you’re as close as the two of you are. You spend half the day on the phone anyway so you always know when he’s near.
He looks perplexed, soft brows nearly in his hairline and tongue peeking out between his lips. “…but I did say.” He tells you, at exactly the moment you remember your phone is on do not disturb.
“I turned do not disturb on, your girl here is attempting to actually get some work done before she never gets a commission ever again…”
Realising you’re not actually angry at him, he enters the room properly and laughs, teasing you.
“You?? Work? Hah! Never! You just sit there and drink tea and research obscure antique books!”
“Hahahahaha…you know it kid! Let me get dressed and well…I don’t know, I was going to say we should do something to celebrate you getting home but let’s face it. It’s us. We’ll just watch some shit on TV, get shit faced, and eat shit Chinese takeout.”
He flops onto your sofa like he always does, legs hanging over the end and using a pile of cushions as a pillow. He’s basically part of the furniture now, has been for a couple of years. He’s the little brother you never had, but not. Kind of like a boyfriend, but sexless. It’s never occurred to you to be attracted to him. Objectively you know he’s hot - how could you not - but it just isn’t like that for you.
This time you draw the curtain at the entrance to your bedroom nook closed and peel off the lingerie, swapping it for a much more practical and appropriate stretchy bralette and pants. You pull on some ancient yoga pants on top, and your mum’s original Aladdin Sane T-Shirt and take a moment to brush your hair.
You’re entirely unaware that as you’re doing that, he is on the couch losing his mind. All he can see is the way you were sat, contorted at your desk. Tongue poking out as you concentrated, one hand around your favourite mug that he got you from one of your museum trips. Your cardigan was hanging off your shoulders; and your nipples were visible through the sheer fabric of your bra, he’d never even thought about them before now and all he could think was ‘why not?’. Even more disturbing was the soft pillowiness of your thighs, the way he wanted to bury his face in them, the way they framed your perfect little cunt, the soft hair showing. He was scared to close his eyes because he knew that the image of your sex would be there, as if he could see anything else ever again. He was scared to keep them open, in case you could see what he was thinking and it disgusted you and you kicked him out and he lost you.
You walk from the bedroom to the kitchen, lifting the needle from the record as you go by and turning the lamp you rescued from a skip on. It was definitely too early to start on the whisky, unless you wanted to get kicked out of the bodega downstairs by 9pm for being unruly (usually one of you would end up laughing hysterically at the bags of nuts or something equally asinine) so you opened a couple of beers and stood over the sofa, dangling one above his face. For some reason he jumped, which was odd. And then it clicked - he must be exhausted. Unsociable work hours, constant night shoots and then travel. The boy needed bed. So you put the beers down on the table, and leant over, putting your cold palms on his cheeks specifically to make him jump.
“Whaaaaa…what was that for?!”
“I know what’s wrong, you need bed. You need some sweet, sweet pillow time. C’mon.”
This wasn’t a rare exchange in your friendship, but today it made every nerve ending in his body go hot, then cold and then he forgot to breathe for a second. Just the word pillow made him think of your thighs. You often napped together, and thought nothing of it. With both of you working antisocial hours you were used to grabbing sleep where you could, and there’d never been anything awkward in bundling up in the nearest comfortable space like puppies. You were just people. There’d never been a moment where it had gotten awkward even, unless you counted the time that he’d woken you by sneezing in your face and you’d whacked him so hard with a pillow he had a faint bruise on his chin for the next week.
He couldn’t refuse, that would just seem bizarre and you would know something was wrong. You’d either wind him up until he snapped, and admitted it and you kicked him out. Or you’d be confused and maybe a little hurt even which might be worse. So he rolled off the sofa, just like he had a million times before. Headed for your bathroom for a quick pee, and then to your nook - feeling self conscious taking his jeans off around you for the first time ever, but he couldn’t sleep in them. Luckily you’d already taken your shirt off and were in your bra, top, THING under your covers and all he had to do was slide under and wait for your breathing to steady and even out and then he didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t losing his mind anymore.
Instinct took over a little as he got into your bed, it was soft and warm and smelled of you - lavender and cookies and salt and hair and something undefinable that was just you - and he felt his heartbeat relax a little. You’d already got into the position you always slept in, one arm tucked around the pillow, the other cuddling yourself. It was easy enough for him to slot in behind you, angling his hips so enough cover slipped between the two of you that he could hopefully hide the effect your closeness was having on his cock.
A little less easy when you snuggled back into him slightly and mumbled, “missed you, you fucker.” Half into your pillow. Usually at this point he would lean into you, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping an arm around your belly before falling into a drooling, dreamless slumber. How could he do that now? Frantically trying to work out a way to pull you close without touching, he started to reach for your hand but was saved by your little chuffing snore. Instead, he rested his head against yours and unwisely breathed you in. It felt safer if you were asleep, maybe by the time you woke up these…feelings would have passed. Heck, maybe you were right and he was just exhausted.
By the time your eyes opened again, the room was shrouded in semi-darkness, mauve and violet painting the off-white walls and making you feel like you’d woken up in a Gothic novel. The tangles of hair over your face didn’t help, your dark brown and his chestnut partly obscuring your view. At some point during your nap the covers had been stolen by him, which was out of character and you scooched backwards on your bed to find them and him, scrabbling with your hand behind you to feel for the blanket.
Finding the well-worn fleece almost instantly you yank it hard, moving backwards at the same time searching for his warmth. You liked sleeping with him, was one of your favourite bits of your friendship if you were honest - like having your childhood bear come to life but a little less furry. He was your boy. Solid, dependable, funny and just a little bit of an idiot. You entirely accepted that his career meant months spent without him as your sidekick, pulling you away from melancholy tendencies and making the world brighter on an every day basis, but you still missed him terribly, missed this. Your back makes contact with his front, and you wriggle into place. Reaching around for his arm and pulling it over you where it belongs, you sigh with the simple pleasure of it all. You don’t notice that his breathing is too shallow for him to be asleep right away, but when you do, you smile.
“Hey fucker, good nap?”
He’s trying to keep his cool. Sleeping didn’t help at all, with you next to him he had frenzied dreams of waking up to find you naked and just out of his reach, telling him he’d never be able to touch you but you’d let him look…just this once. And now you’ve pulled him tight against you, his hand splayed on the soft skin of your belly and pressed into the opulence of your flesh. The first thought that comes into his mind is the absurd and slightly desperate urge to bite the soft curve of your shoulder. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to slake his desire and to keep his mouth occupied, to stop him saying something idiotic. To stop him ruining everything for a moment of passing madness. The second is that if he does it, he could absolutely pass it off as a joke. His heart is pounding now, he knows he has a moment to make the decision and really it gets made for him as you twist slightly in his arms, plump and warm.
He doesn’t respond right away, and you assume he’s fogged with sleep. You barely realise his mouth is open on your shoulder at first, lips soft and hot. By the time you register what’s happening, his teeth have gently closed on your skin and your entire being shivers, sensation ebbing from that one spot through your bones and sinew. You gasp, shocked. Your brain can’t quite work out what exactly is going on and why he has bitten you, if it even was a bite - it’s so soft - it suddenly feels like every nerve ending you possess is awake. You’re hyper aware of the closeness of his body, the size of him, his masculinity in a way you never have been before. His teeth release, and you can’t help but make a soft mewl of loss as you lose the sensation and push back against him.
Your hips move almost of their own volition, curving even further backwards into the cradle of his pelvis. You’ve no idea what’s happening, you just know that you need for there to be no distance between your skin and his, however infinitesimal. This feeling is something you’ve never known, it’s primal and matters more than anything ever could. All from a silly little bite. His breathing is coming shallow and ragged, hot against the sensitive skin of your neck and you instinctively tilt your head to allow him access. You can feel him breathing you in, before his hot mouth touches you, followed by the tip of his tongue, delicately licking and bringing a strangled moan to your lips. Your hands clench convulsively, wanting to hold onto him and your toes curl. The pleasure is astounding. He is holding back though, you can feel it in his silence. The waiting for a green light, an acknowledgment and acceptance. Consent.
You say his name. A whisper at first, husky with sleep. Then louder.
“Please.”
It’s almost a prayer.
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