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fluffypotatey · 4 months
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Consider an au with the soul mate identify trope of your writing on your skin showing up in the skin of your soulmate. Obviously shadowpeach are soulmates . Would them during their nemesis Era use that to torment/taunt the other(insults, threats,etc) or would they pretend it didn't exist
gonna be honest with you, anon, i am super picky with my soulmate AUs (out of love, i love them so much !and this has made me a harsh grader for them)
anyway
i don't think Macky would use their "link," so to speak, as a means to torment or taunt (not including swk because it was honestly Macadoodle who was the instigator and provoker throughout their nemesis dynamic in lmk). and i feel like Wukong's punishment under the 5 Phases Mt. would cut off their communication the fastest because even if Macky wrote on his arm, Wukong would never see it or be able to write back (which Mackarell is very aware of). after their fight, neither would be able to write back an apology or even scribble some sweet drawing if they still can't find the right words. so, it's possible that because of this 500 year pause of communication, their old habit of scribbling and writing notes on their arms faded pretty quickly.
and then Wukong is free. his arms are no longer fused with rock. his arms are bare, obviously. he feels that old itch to scribble or write something on them, but he doesn't follow through with it. he can't. not after what the both of them had said to each other. sure, centuries passed but how would Wukong know if Macky would be happy to learn he's okay, that he's free. the last thing Macky even said to him was that he was tired of being dragged along by Wukong, so....maybe Wukong shouldn't drag Macky along any further.
and then they meet again, and Macky is pissed. whether at Wukong or for him, it's hard for the monkey king to tell because Macky is mad and bloodthirsty and he is hurting Wukong friends. he is impersonating Wukong, trying to steal his journey--not even his, it's Tripitaka's, his master's-- trying to fool everyone into think that Wukong is nothing more than a demon who desires for nothing but to consume the world of its power and reign as the greatest there's ever been-
then Macky is dead. everything happened to fast, but there the monkey lies on the ground, arms bare. they have always been bare ever since the war they started with Heaven centuries ago. Macky's arms are bare and so are Wukong's.
when Macky wakes up/is revived the memory of their link and broken bond is still fresh, but for Wukong, it's been a long, long time.
Wukong has grown to become used to the scribbles and ink on his arms to never be reciprocated. he doesn't even write or draw on them that much, just when the itch to do something is strong but he's got no spare paper or spare mural room. he even allows his little Suns write or scribble on him just for fun or when they're bored. he even allows MK, who's arms are always filled to the brim with scribbles by the time the kid arrives for training.
Macky did not expect to ever wake up one day and find his arm full of ink. he clawed it at since washing it off didn't work. there's a strange sort of limbo Macky's mind seems to go into whenever he considers the reason for why Wukong is still scribbling, still adding life to their link. all throughout seasons 1 to 3 Macky figured it was because Wukong had eventually moved on enough to stop caring.
and yes, Wukong did move on. but he never stopped caring. Macky hadn't believed that until he was with MK in that scroll.
and it's strange. to find out that the person you once loved still loves you (how much or how different is still unclear). it's even stranger when you realize that you, yourself, do not still hold love from the past but for the present, for the future.
after Azure's defeat, there's some new scribbles on both of their arms. Wukong swears he didn't change his style, so obviously it must be Macquackity himself who'd done it (then he starts to smile while holding his arms tightly to his chest). Macky just huffs and claims that it's better than boredom (then draws on a sun and a moon on the wrist of his arms).
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astorianyxkings · 5 months
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You guys ever think about how Bruce feels when one of the batlings call him Dad? Or refer to him as their dad? Or how he feels when he steps into a fatherly role for a bat?
I mean yeah its mostly done in public, Dick has always called Bruce Dad or refer to him as his father since he was old enough to go to galas. And yeah at first the word felt like nails scraping down a chalk board because Bruce isn't worth being a dad, not in his head at least. He was still in his twenties, and Dick already had a dad. One who loved him. But he tolerates the word anyway, because its just to keep up appearing right?
Nowadays, having repaired their severed relationship, Bruce wants to hear the word. He misses it but he doesn't dare ask. But when he reveals that he officially adopted Dick and he hugs him and says "I love you Dad." Bruce can't help but cry, sob quietly as he clutches his son in his arms. "I don't want to replace your father." He says, begging his voice to not waver, it doesn't listen. "You're not," Dick responds, "You're just standing on the same level as him. My dads and my mom. My parents."
When Barbara becomes Batgirl Bruce is terrified. He knows the kind of sick freaks out there, who ogle her in her Batgirl suit. It makes his blood boil the way any father's would. Except he isn't her father. She has Jim for that. And even if she's dating Dick, Bruce can't seem to figure out why he's treating her like this, why he's keeping her patrol limited, why he's texting Commissioner Gordon in panic whenever she's late. Jim laughs and says its like they're co parents and something in Bruce's heart jabs.
When she's paralyzed by the Joker Bruce isn't sure what to do. He pays her medical bills and has a back and forth with Jim, "Its my fault he found out she was Batgirl!", "He didn't, he did it because she's a Gordon! It's my fault!". Bruce crues over her in the comatose state, apologizing over and over, its his fault, his minds been made up. When she becomes Oracle there's nothing he wouldn't do to accommodate her. Barbara may not legally be his daughter, but she kind of it his first daughter.
When Jason comes around and starts calling Bruce dad at galas, he's more comfortable around the word. He can be a dad to Jason, Jason didn't get to have a good dad but Bruce bought a parenting book (What to Expect when Moving from Raising One Kid to Two) and he's handling it. But then he dies and Bruce is met with the guilt of knowing that he failed his son. Because even though Dick was his ward and first born, Jason was the first one he was okay with referring to as a son.
And then he came back and Bruce is no longer dad. He's B or Old Man. Its better than "the asshole who let me die" so he'll take what he can get. Except once at a gala Jason has a bit of a Freudian slip and refers to Bruce as his dad and he leaves the room to burst into tears. Jason doesn't hate him and while he's grateful part of his mind knows he should. He deserves to be hated, Jason is just too much of a good person to do it. But it doesn't matter, Jason's still his son and his heart still stutters whenever he's reminded of that. Jason is his son, his boy.
When he meets Tim, Bruce is scared all over again. He doesn't want to be Tim's dad. Tim already has a dad—and in Bruce's self loathing mind, a neglectful father is still better than whatever impersonation of a dad he could be. But Tim is stubborn, he latches on and somewhere along the lines after his emancipation, Bruce realizes that he's Tim's dad. And he wants to be Tim's dad. And he won't fail Tim the way he did Dick or Jason, he made too many mistakes with them.
Tim sometimes feels out of place. Bruce doesn't know why, he belongs into their family (cult as Jason says affectionately) and Bruce will always remind him of that. Tim is his son and Bruce will never get over that, he gets to see this boy grow up to be great. And maybe when Tim's sleep deprived he calls Bruce dad, but thats between him, Tim and the tear stained pillow on Bruce's bed.
And then there's Steph. Stephanie Brown forced her way into the Batfamily by dating Tim and even after they broke up, she's not leaving. And Bruce doesn't want her to. She's made it clear she doesn't want to be a Wayne officially, she's fine just being Steph. Except, Bruce kind of thinks Steph is like his daughter too. She's not just some random girl he finds overly bubbly, her bubbliness reminds him if Dick, her street smarts remind him of Jason. But despite that Steph is so unique. And even if she has a dad, Bruce can't help it. He personally decorated a room at the manor for her, had it painted purple and everything. Steph might not be a Wayne by name, but she is in everything else. And Bruce is kind of okay with that.
And then there's the two kids who refer to him as their dad all the time.
Cassandra Cain becomes Cassandra Wayne and she never looks back. She rarely speaks, she's content with sign language and you best believe the rest of the family learns it to communicate with her comfortably. But something in Bruce's heart flutters when she refers to him as Dad. When she signs about one of her dance recitals, Don't forget dad! Or when she's bragging and boasting at a gala about him, My dad's not like that! He's really nice!
And then there's Damian. He couldn't run away from being his father if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. Damian called him Father, rather stiffly for the first two years together. But then one day he's talking to Jon and Bruce isn't trying to eavesdrop but he's not perfect do he does and he hears Damian refer to him as Baba and he almost trips over his own feet. Damian, ever the observer, notices him immediately and then he's suddenly calling him Baba more often, Baba I'm going to walk Titus or Baba, Grayson is trying to hug me again. Doesn't matter the context, hearing Damian utter the endearment makes his heart melt every damn time.
But when Duke rolls around, heartbroken and unfairly orphaned, Bruce is terrified all over again. He's not ready to force Duke into accepting him as a father, Duke has a dad. Bruce doesn't want to replace him. But Duke, much like Tim, latches on. He needs a father. He needs one to guide him, to help him forge his own path. And Bruce can't help himself. He's a father. He's Dukes father.
Bruce being a dad but hating himself for it while loving his kids but hating that he's forced to be their dad because the world was cruel to them.
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cmyknoise · 1 year
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"Not entitled to URLs" I've never anyone say that before but you are right
i'm not the only one saying it but yeah.
like. i get it sucks, especially for cc's that have a "brand" right. like of course phil is gonna want the philza/ph1lza url
and anyone would. i would of course, but here's like, the thing right.
these cc's have known about tumblr for years. some have even voiced that they're 'scared' of it.
but twitter is going down a shitty road, and i don't blame them for wanting to jump ship
but now they want their usernames that they've built their brand around. and i get it, but here's the thing.
tumblr isn't like any other platform, and it is almost entirely fandom based
having "canon" urls of characters or fandoms or people is a commodity.
some people hoard urls (which is against tos to an extent, although tumblr does allow you to have some spares, if you have too many they can be taken from you if they've been unused. to my knowledge if you post on said accounts or use them in any way or switch between urls this tos doesnt usually apply, but some people do get terminated for having like 20+ urls saved)
but others genuinely will wait until they see a url deactivate or change and snatch it up
urls are traded around. fuck if i recall a few years back some bigger companies offered money to users to buy certain urls because they wanted them.
but like, these are rightfully obtained urls by fans. they've waited and snatched them up, it's been a race. i got ones like ghostburboo because i made it within a minute of ghostbur's last name being dropped. my best friend has a fundylive account. i know people who have canon urls, they're not impersonating cc's. they enjoy them or their content and post like normal, but those urls are apart of their tumblr space/identity.
and if a cc asked someone for a url and they said 'sure man here you go' then awesome! but they're not doing that, or they've not yet done anything like that. they just go straight to tumblr or they're vocally complaining on twitter about being unable to get urls they want.
i know for phil tumblr responded to him, and i hope to fucking *everything* he does not get those urls by tumblr taking them from someone. that's bullshit and i'm sorry like- i love phil but that's some bullshit. no one should be allowed to just say "hey tumblr i want my url" and tumblr can go "okay king!" and do it, when someone else got it first. thats how all websites work, if someone got that url first they get it. you cant throw a fit if you didnt catch the worm man.
tommy made up a funny url, sneegsnag did, so have others who've joined and couldnt get their classic usernames, why anyone feels entitled to these usernames is crazy to me.
because yeah you've built your brand around it, but you're entering into a fan space.
and these people have, on twitter, admitted to "i might not use this often lol" but they still want the urls, which is once again bullshit.
they're jumping ship from twitter for very good reason, but it's not fair to the users who have been here for years using their urls and usernames to be pressured or at risk of them being taken, especially if the cc isn't even going to be using tumblr all that much.
its tumblr and it's 2022. if you can't get some canon url you mix the letters up. why do you think i have an x in my name? chekhovsgun is taken and has been for ages, so i replaced the o with an x myspace style
use numbers, do something funny. i think tommy's is very funny (and he wasnt upset about not getting tommyinnit, he seemed more sad about not getting wifehaver) sneegsnag's is very funny
these ppl are entering in an enclosed terrarium and then wanting to take the sticks and leaves from bug houses to make their own house and like, bruh you can't just do that.
besides they're not even like, they have so many options. tumblr does custom domains, so they can still have their names they'd just have to get a custom domain for it instead of it being name.tumblr
they can straight up go onto twitter or twitch or youtube and say "hey chat my tumblr is minecraftblockman69 follow me there lmao"
and then there's proof! then people know "hey that's my streamer's tumblr" and the whole risk of impersonation doesnt even matter
like. i dunno man. its extremely upsetting to see people jump ship and want things they feel entitled to have because of their brand, disrespecting that this is a fandom space, when chances are they may not even post here or stay here long.
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mockiery · 2 years
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Hello beloved spouse, I hope all is well. Sending you boxes of chocolates and candy, hope you enjoy 💋 xoxo
I have a very normal asks from the worlds most normal person: what do you think are Jake’s feelings towards the cities they live in? Chicago, London, maybe eventually New York? Is anywhere home for him, or is ‘home’ still in the works?
Heeyyyy when I said send normal asks I did not. . I did not anticipate u to come in here with one that makes me feeeeeel things. Okay. Let’s do this.
(Disclaimer, I am not a traveled person, I’ve only lived in an actual city for a couple semesters, I’m a rural middle-of-nowhere tiny-town bitch, I’ve never been to any of these cities, full disclosure.)
Jake, I think his feelings about Chicago are mixed at best. Their time in Chicago was the time they were living at home with their family. With their father and their mother. As far as the city as a whole, I don’t think Jake has much hate for it, but it’s Marc’s hometown, not his. He did what he was meant for there, and eventually they left. 
New York? I think they’ve already lived in New York for a period of time, mostly because I feel like it more than there is any canon evidence in the show. At the very least, some work for Khonshu got done there (“New York” among the sand-zombies in the Duat). Perhaps between the discharge and the mercenary work. I don’t see Marc returning to Chicago during that time. So.
During that time, they’re just trying to get by, make ends meet. Comics have Marc fighting/boxing for cash at this time, and Jake absolutely would try to pull his own weight too. This is when he’d start driving a cab, and I think it’s a time where Jake’s own sense of self, of identity outside of being part of a system, flourishes. He meets people as himself, not needing to play as Marc or even Steven to people who already know them. Finds his own sense of style, flat cap and all. Maybe Marc has a bit of depression facial hair going and when Jake goes to take care of them, to shave it, he looks in the mirror, only really the mustache left, and he sees himself. A time for Marc that was marked (heh) with pain and desperation, feeling lost and purposeless, is a time where Jake carves out (heh) his own self-concept.
And he makes bonds, however temporary, however impersonal, and he’s part of a community. He picks up the New York accent, he gets to use more Spanish, he’s going to Latin dance clubs and to bars, he’s rooting for the Mets (fuck the Yankees, real New Yorkers bleed for the Mets). (He finds some satisfaction in the Mets beating the Cubs, in talking trash about Chicago deep dish pizza not being pizza, NY style is where it’s at. Marc isn’t aware of him yet, but Jake’s desire to fuck with him, older brother style, still permeates through as does his quiet resentment of Marc.)
In London, again, this city isn’t really his. Before their mother’s death, it was Marc and Layla’s, and when Marc was able to lie to Layla about doing work for Khonshu when he was really letting Steven front, it was Steven’s. Afterwards, when Marc has pulled back as much as he could with Khonshu still bossing him around, Steven is at the front most of the time. Jake’s managed to get himself into the cab-driving business in London, but it’s different. He finds his spaces though, primarily in Latino-populated areas, and he learns football, though he’s still not gotten a hold on cricket. Music and dance is the same at its core wherever you go, and he holds tight to the respite of a good restaurant (Looking at you, Gena’s Diner: But Make It In London -- also: Gena, Latina? Big fan of that hc, idk if anyone else has it but).
I also think the social culture, the style of manners and politeness, is something Jake doesn’t particularly like all that much. He found himself in NY, mastering those customs of social interaction to the point that he may as well have invented them, and moving to London and having to learn new ones? Annoying, to say the least.
TLDR; Chicago is where he was born, New York is his hometown, London is where he lives. But I don’t think he feels like he has a home. Not yet anyway. He has his own belongings. His cab has his things, his clothes, it’s his. Hell, the limo (his latest venture in business, which is booming btw) is his. He’s found a niche in London like he did in NY, but nowhere will ever be home to him. Home, for Jake, is unobtainable. But what he doesn’t realize is that Home is perfectly within reach. And it’s through co-existence with, acceptance from, and balance in his relationship with Marc and Steven.
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pbear · 21 days
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Opinions below the cut. May include spoilers for any of the shows
Spy Classroom: Okay, the first three episodes are terrible then it gets better. They rush the plot without developing any of the characters so I don't care at all. Also, they pull a lot of uno reverses with Klaus' mentor being alive and then materializing an eighth girl out of nowhere (I love Erna but still). After that the show actually has stories that help develop each girl which is what I was looking for coming into the show. I started really enjoying the characters at this point. Thumbs up on not making it harem. Season 2 followed that energy and learning more about Annette (she was blowing my mind), Thea (I like that she's the kindest out of the girls), and Monika (it's so cool seeing her in action) was great. It's not the most amazing show ever but I would definitely watch more if it came out.
Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon: Yeah I hopped on the bandwagon. I’m not sure how to describe what makes this show so good. I think it’s just really well balanced and all its components are done very well. It succeeds in a more slice of life setting where this party is traveling and cooking, but it’s also exciting in the action scenes and as an adventure to defeat the Red Dragon and save Falin. (The animation 👌) The characters are all likeable in different ways. They each get little moments that help reveal more about them even in the more casual episodes. It’s also really funny. Wearing the frog skins made me laugh so much:
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So yeah. If you have heard good things about Dungeon Meshi and are considering watching it, check it out.
A Sign of Affection: I have a hard time articulating my thoughts on romance aside from just saying I liked it or not. I did like this one though. It’s very sweet. Kind of similar to Horimiya, I like that the side characters get moments and development alongside the main couple. (Rin is the bestie we all need and Shin is scratching my itch for unrequited love stories) Overall a really sweet show.
Oshi no Ko: I was listening to the AmaLee cover of the opening so I thought I’d check out the show. Firstly, the animation is beautiful and the opening absolutely slaps.
The first episode is wild and it GOT ME at the end. I really liked Ai’s character and her doubts about whether she could ever express true love to anyone. Even though she wasn’t sure if she could love someone truly, it seemed so clear that she loved life. She chose to give birth to her children, she chose to continue being an idol afterwards, she enjoyed every moment she spent being with her kids.
After the first episode, it’s a hunt for who killed Ai. Miyako stepped up after the murder and I need to shout her out. Ruby doesn’t get much to do, at least where I am, other than wanting to be an idol. I admit the stuff Aqua is up to is more interesting but I thought it would be about both of them equally. He also scares me sometimes with the dark look he gets in his eye. Also, I don’t know how he keeps attracting girls. (Kana and Akane both seemed to have a thing for him. Also, shout out to Akane for her exceptional acting. I screamed when she impersonated Ai.)
A double whammy for pedophilia and incest in the weirdest way possible and that’s the main downside to this show. It’s not super prominent but as someone who normally avoids both of them it’s still an ew.
Yugioh Go Rush: I’ve included this one another iteration of this poll, but I thought I do it again since we’ve just hit the end of season 2. The final episodes were really good, Yuamu’s character has been saved for me. The revival of the Velgearians didn’t happen and I’m not sure if it ever will (I said previously I didn’t want it to but I will miss Zwijo).
It looks like season 3 is going to be traveling space. I’m not super excited by the group of Yudias, Yuhi, Damamu, and Epoch. Yuhi is my favorite of the group easily. Yudias is pretty good if he has other characters to bounce off of and the plot challenges him. Damamu I like and they’re fun but they’re not too interesting/dynamic. They’re very powerful and I hope that comes into play. Epoch isn’t bad, but most of her character so far is cheating. If they can do something interesting with her and have her grow some, I’ll be okay with it.
I’m mostly disappointed that they’re leaving a lot of characters I’ve grown attached to back on Earth. I don’t know if they’ll introduce new characters on this journey, but I’m going to miss Asaka, Yuna, Rovian, Zaion, and the Ryugu brothers.
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raelyn-dreams · 3 months
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Okay I think this might be a hot take and its completely fine if others disagree, but I do genuinely think Mika has adoptive parents, and I don't think that him having them takes away from his character arc or abandonment issues.
First off, I find people are often hung up on the fact that Mika rarely mentions his parents and still refers to himself as an orphan, but from my experience, those are both fairly common behaviors among some foster kids? People irl I've known have kept a respectful distance with their foster/adoptive parents, due to needing time to open up or simply choosing to keep the relationship more impersonal. I think this applies in Mika's case especially since he was adopted very late and then went off to Yumenosaki shortly after, so he hardly had time to get to know his adoptive parents. In addition, Mika's incredibly low self-worth makes it so he doesn't like imposing or asking people for help when it comes to personal issues, especially during ! era. Add in the fact that he's living with Shu to avoid the commute in ! era and lives at the dorms in !! era, and it makes sense to me he wouldn't mention them much.
Adding onto the above, from a writing perspective, I think it's also a pattern with certain characters not to bring up their parents. For example, we hardly know anything about Shinobu or Mitsuru's parents, despite them being on good terms with them and living at home during ! era. There's simply no reason to plot-wise - whenever parents are brought up, it's usually because they were terrible and left long-lasting trauma on their kids (Hinata & Yuta, Tsumugi, Madara, etc). Mika's adoptive parents, from what we know, are just...fairly normal and quite unremarkable by Enstars standards.
I think it's also kind of a plothole (though correct me if I'm wrong!) if he doesn't have adoptive parents because of Yumenosaki's high tuition. The timeline of Mika enrolling in Yumenosaki, joining Valkyrie, and when he was stated to be adopted is pretty vague; all we know is that it's near the beginning of his first year. However, he stated that he joined Yumenosaki specifically to see Shu again; therefore, it doesn't make sense to me that Shu could've paid his tuition, since if we're going by normal tuition rules, he had to have a part of it paid in advance. We know Mika works himself to death, so he may have gotten a part-time job, but it doesn't seem feasible to me if he was in the orphanage to have done that alongside caring for the kids so young. Therefore, him having gotten adopted around a year before entering Yumenosaki and then having his parents pay part of the tuition makes the most sense to me.
In addition, we also hear Shu say that Mika's parents paid his family some money for allowing Mika to board in Shu's house. It doesn't make any sense to lie about this - why would Shu's parents tell him that if Mika had no parents? Why would Mika hypothetically tell Shu that if it was something Shu's parents could easily disprove? Furthermore, Mika's parents are mentioned in both Marionette and Victoria. While you could make the argument he lied in Marionette, why lie in Victoria, which is set so close to the end of ! era? Furthermore, his official ! era profile stated that his family structure at home was "Parents"; that's something I take as fairly canon, since we've never had a lie of this scale on an official profile.
Getting back to my main point, character-wise, I don't think Mika having adoptive parents makes his arc any less realistic. We know that Mika purposefully avoided getting adopted young so he wouldn't abandon the other kids. It seems entirely plausible that potential parents may have been interested in adopting him a few times, but Mika's fear of abandonment or rejection (both for himself and the others) wouldn't allow himself to be. I think that only when he had a clear goal in mind - Yumenosaki - would he allow himself to be. Mika is also not close to his adoptive parents, displaying a vague sense of gratitude and respect, but not the overt familiarity one would expect. If we take both the timeline and Mika's past into account, this makes sense and doesn't detract from his arc of learning that he's valued and human. It would still play out the same, and from my interpretation, that's how I believe it is in canon.
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OKAY SO when i said my thoughts around carmy and bradley werent coherent at all I meant that quite literally 😭 i havent thought about it in detail aside from the rough idea BUT if i have to expand on it i’d say it could be something along the lines of denim through the decades? or taking into account what you said about james dean/marlo brando i think it would be fun to see a campaign centered around iconic moments of denim in pop culture too. Maybe recreating some movie sets and outfits and such. 
BUT im also thinking something a lot more chill bc ik recreating movie sets n stuff can be 1) a hassle and 2) a lil cheesy, so considering that the people involved in the campaign would be people with an interest in vintage denim n such i was thinking about  levis incorporating some vintage pieces from personal collections. Picture one of the countless denims carmy stores inside his oven (sob) or one of bradley’s staples too. Mix that with a limited edition line of ‘brought from the past’ jeans, jackets, etc. and i think itd be golden. 
By no means am I a denim expert, I’m talking out of my ass here after a few minutes of research LMFAO but its fun to think about it.
I’m sure carmy would be WAYYY more hesitant to participate than bradley. The latter is probably ecstatic and doesnt let his manager (im guessing levis would be in contact with his manager) finish. As soon as the words levis and collab leave his mouth, Bradley's sold. 
I think carmy would be interested in working with levis, a little flattered that they considered him. Maybe taken aback too bc im guessing he’s a very private person and doesnt talk much about his denim collection and such so levi’s def did their research lol. Still, i think he was going to turn them down and then Sugar and Syd found out and tried to convince him bc ‘its levis, u gotta say yes’ but it didnt exactly work and in the end it was Richie who replied to the email with something along the lines ‘id be honoured to be a part of the campaign’ or smth weird in his attempt to impersonate carmen.
With the two of them on set, i quite frankly don’t know if they would interact or how that interaction would go. Think carmy might be too nervous to properly interact bc its a hectic environment. Maybe bradley saw him all closed up and semi alone and decided to strike a conversation with him, talking about denim and such. What do you think?
BTW im so sorry about the typos i keep making, i only notice after you respond LMFAO i swear my english is good, promise.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!! thank you so much for indulging me 😭😭 and no worries, i feel like we’re speaking in a language beyond english where we’re just throwing concepts at each other and we actually understand it. it’s beautiful.
i totally get it that recreating movie sets is a lot. what they can do is recreate looks inspired by these iconic movies (like james dean in rebel without a cause—carmy would look great in that!) they can do a studio shoot or an outdoor city shoot like JAW’s CK campaign (still not over that btw skshsjdhsj)
ok hear me out: carmy is reserved in his private life but i feel like deep down he likes being the golden boy. remember his monologue abt smoking ppl out wherever he works? and just the way he steps up to lead and plays up to people who wanna hear what he wants to say. i feel like with the restaurant on the rise, he’s bound to have done some interviews, and on one of them he went on a hyperfixation-fueled tangent abt vintage denim like the first episode.
and you’re so right, it still would take him a lot of nudging and jostling to say yes. i loooove the idea of richie very eloquently replying to the email and making carmy sound very eager and cordial 🤭 (i imagine he would be a very short emailer/texter if he ever does reply)
with carmy, i feel like it’s not so much that he dislikes hectic environments (how much more hectic can his kitchen get, right?) but it’s the kind of hectic that he can’t control. and it drives him nuts, and he’d take smoke breaks often and eventually, bradley goes with him although he doesn’t smoke. he’d say that he has been to noma a few times and he enjoyed it and they bonded over restaurants and food and all. he’d love to visit the bear some time, to which carmy is like “of course let me know anytime you’re in town”
(Bradley thinks carmy is one of the coolest people he’s ever met. Carmy thinks for someone who’s that famous, Bradley is super chill.)
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georgie-ssnh · 1 year
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Okay so I do not want to bring any heated debate out there, I'm just an artist AND a former IT student (and still somewhat of an IT enthusiast) But I'm saddened. Because I love art and (as controversal as it seems) I love....AI. Yes, indeed, I do love this weird technology because I know how it works (roughly) and I know its full potential, were it to be used right. Thing is... What happens in the AI Art trend of Twitter is the entire opposite of "AI done right"; there are so many people that think they are getting to be good artists because they're doing the most basic input and have procedurally generated illustrations as outputs. And don't get me wrong, a bad artist is still an artist regardless. Here's how I see it through this one example: I debated with a great friend about wether or not R**i K**r was still an artist and, to my opinion, she still was. Because there was a fine grain of personal input in that self-righteousness and plagiarism puddle that was one of her books, and this one aspect is all that mattered to me.
Artists are a thing, non-artists are also a thing, but to me "bad artist" =/= "non-artist"; and AI "artists" were below Art to me because all they do is ideating art, not making it. I cannot make a precise and finite definition of Art but I sure can tell what an artist is, all artists use their head and their hands (AND YES this is quite similar to the definition of a crafter but I see nothing wrong with it, in French it's not called "Artisan" for nothing); and thus, when you do art, you have ideas and use your head and your members to have it done... So this is where AI abusers are far from it, they have the ideas but renounce developping them in their minds nor DOING them through their own research(just to remind you that researching references is entirely ok) and crafting skills. Which is a damn shame... Both as an artist ....and an AI user. You heard me bloody right. As I told you all, I know a bit of stuff about how AI is made and what are its purposes and a great teacher once told me "You don't even need that much dev skill to be a good AI dev, you just need solid knowledge in the non-IT field you'ld deploy your AI towards". That guy knew what's up because if you're an actual artist, you do know that trendy AI Art is.... bad, like actually bad, flawed as shit, stupid proportions, poses and hands that make NO SENSE, and they're only getting twitter fame because first impression is the only thing they're good at and is the only thing needed to impress the Blue Bird crowd. But beyond that ? Garbage . Could it be improved to make honest-to-god illustrations ? Totally, BUT.... Only real illustrator artists would have the wits and experience to figure out what to improve, because they know, because they practiced, etc... Anybody else would hardly have the expertise to figure out what to improve in details and this is why, my folks, AI is only good when it is assisting the main actors of its targeted field, and not in a way to impersonate said actors. All of these mistakes are due to the fact that Market/Tech nerds are hoping way too hard to become the bosses of each and every field they're giving the technology to; which is human since, when you're deep into a certain craft, you really want that field of yours to get the maximum amount of recognition and even illustration/animation artists are all about this very desire... But when you're the actual most recognized and profitable field under capitalism... capitalism will be very interested in you being the ONE field that is profitable. To uniformize is to simplify; To simplify is to optimize; To optimize is to profit; To profit is the essence of capitalism.
So in all and all, it's always about wanting to own art without being an artist; and, with all of what I said here, you are starting to realize that them being called "non-artists" isn't even a gatekeeping insult, because if they feel like they "owned" Art, they'll just be entirely proud to say that Tech was enough to surpass Art and that Art is, therefore, inherently something simple/low enough for not bothering about artists and giving them any credit/value. Cynical, amarite ? So am I, because deep down I knew that AI could be beneficial to art... only on paper (pun half intended). There could be better assisting tools in digital painting softwares, "intelligent" rendering, "intuitive" compositions, and whatnot feature a machine could do to help in seasoned artists in their decision makings. But I do not believe anymore such a day would come because as the big beared german guy said, it's all about who OWNS the means of production and as I demonstrated earlier, we already know the "easier way" towards profitable situations that is not the way led by artists. ...Wait why did I write all of this ? "End capitalism plz" was enough of a revelant statement, wtf me
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inkedmyths · 1 year
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S1: E18 “Something Wicked This Way Comes”
Brought to you by Trade Anon, who started playing Cold Steel thanks to my influence. This one goes out to you, bestie
This episode featuring: Copious Shakespeare quotes, sick children, retail, and Dean’s guilt complex
Uh oh praying baby child. Never a good start
And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Oh a spooky claw
NO NOT THE BABY CHILD
[ Shark has never seen Supernatural, and has no idea what's happening. They are imagining a disembodied Jurrasic Park raptor claw dismembering a child. This is not what happens, but it sure is one hell of a mental image. ]
Tis one of the weird sisters
Dean you're one to talk. You're also a smartass
"I'm the oldest which means I'm always right" LMAO DEAN
Oh? The park is empty? What's up with that?
Ohhh uh oh a bunch of kids are sick?
Oh I see its a spreading illness
Who are we impersonating today?
BIKINI INSPECTOR?
Dean I somehow don't think that's going to work
Damn ok I guess
WEIRD SISTER!!
Oh they're impersonating the CDC
Real Hansel and Gretel moments huh
Breaking and enteriiiing
Aha spooky handprint
OH BABY DEAN?? FLASHBACK???
[ Aspen also has little to no context, and is imagining a flashback like that one scene in Ratatouille. This is... not completely incorrect? ]
Oh baby Dean is still a sassy little shit
Little Sam....
Okaaaay interesting interesting
A strega?
A WITCH
Thats a lie Dean
NOT THIS RUNNING JOKE AGAIN. NO
Two Queens jesus christ
[ Crepe says it only gets worse. This is deeply upsetting to me. ]
Dean taking care of tiny Sam :(
They are so tiny...
Shtriga
Okay they're sucking out life force
Dean.... Dean buddyyyyy
Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air
Sneaking around a hospitaaaal
Its not this old woman that would be too easy. They're just pointing a gun at some random lady
Lmao yep. Sorry ma'am
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Yet another shitty Halloween decoration come to life, this time its one of the crones
LMAO SAMS LOSING IT AT DEAN
Uh oh the little brother
THE WINDOW YET AGAIN
Ah yes parallels with Dean again
WOAH MY AUDIO GOT SO DYSYNCED
[ We now take an intermission. A long one. This is because I had to go to work. Yay, retail. ]
1893... Heidecker??? OH THE DOCTOR
Right Michael...
[ Crepe freaks out, before I explain its the kid. I can only assume this means there is another character later named Michael. Jonny Sims Syndrome. ]
Dean?? Dean guilt complex???
Ohhh no bby Dean went to the Arcade and something happened right
AHA IT WENT FOR SAM
Oh ok so John shot it...
Ahhh so Dean feels guilty abt the incident years later bc he left and put Sam in danger...
Aha I get it now
Sam is RIGHT Dean u were only a kid
Oh poor Michael having this explained to him. Poor baby child
Ohhh he saw it..... :(
Poor baby boy I want to hug him
"You're a big brother? You'd take care of your little brother, do anything for him?"
"I would."
Man.
When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes
Look at them ugly ass moldy carrot fingers
OH SHIT IT MOVED
OHHH IT ATTACKING SAM ew gross
Get its ass Dean
"You okay little brother?"
Ew its deflating. Gross
Yaaaay all the kiddos are good
"Sometimes I wish I could have that kind of innocence."
"If it means anything, sometimes I wish you could too."
Yaaay ok ep over
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Winchester Patented Guilt Complex (WPGC)
Very interesting insight into Dean as a person. Not his fault tho, he was a kid.
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dzpenumbra · 1 year
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12/23/22
Alright well... over the past few days I have been followed by 12 bots. And I just tried to do my civic duty and report these things... and... I can't really find a good way to do that. I mean, the thing that made the most sense was "impersonation". Because, you know, they're not actually people, and they steal people's likenesses for profile pictures - which is surreally creepy, I mean honestly, imagine running across a profile that wasn't yours that had your face as a profile pic, good lord my heart goes out to those people, that's haunting. But Tumblr won't even let you file an impersonation report unless you are the person in the photograph. Is this a thing where fucking idiot teenagers cried wolf too many times? This shit is out of control.
I mean, for me it's just obnoxious, and super depressing, but for a site as a whole it's just a really fuckin bad look. Just sayin.
Okay. I'm done talking about that. XD Today was... unexpectedly productive.
I woke up early, like 6 hours of sleep early. Like my essential oil diffuser hadn't even gone into hibernation mode because it hadn't finished its 6 hour shift yet. I woke up and went back to sleep a few times, tried to browse social media to reset the vibes. It's just a comfort thing, again my dreams haven't even been bad, just vivid. But I'm so fucking useless to the world when I first wake up that I don't even have the wherewithal to remember to write my dreams down. I remember reflexively trying to capture highlights when I first woke up, but it was like trying to hold water in trembling hands or something. I guess I'm just out of practice. I need to get back into doing a pre-sleep mantra kinda thing to remind my subconscious to practice, every second counts when it comes to dream recall.
When I finally got up for real, I got kitty some food, got some breakfast and decided to start recording for a new Rimworld series. Yep, a new project. Another one. And a fucking movie, to boot. So the concept is to take a playthrough and record it, paying close attention to story points the best I can and trying to get good cinematic shots. I want to do a sorta... RP playthrough, voicing over the main character through the form of a journal or log or something, recalling her story. Or someone reading her journal or something. That part I won't be able to figure out until the story is over. But I'm doing the new DLC and I'm playing the Sanguiphage scenario, but with a bunch of mods for more immersion and personality. And I plan to do a movie of it, rather than do it episodic like my last one. And very in-character. I think it'll come out pretty cool, time will tell. It's a good longer term project because I can do other projects while it plays itself in the background.
The first playthrough was a bust, it went south very quick and the story wasn't really interesting. The setup was amazing, but they just got taken out by wildlife in the first week so that was like... bummer. So I did yoga, showered and went skating. Skating was pretty sick. I got a few 3 shuvs pretty clean, I got a standing still heelflip (which I haven't gotten in probably 2 years?), a moving kickflip and found this... I don't know what it was, some kind of big metal cover on something? I packed snow around it and set up a ride-on grind and it slid okay. I got a 5-0 across the whole thing, it was like 8 feet or something. But... yep, there's a but... I tried a boardslide, and I really was hesitating for a while because I didn't know how it was gonna go... and there was a big screw thing poking up that I didn't see... and it tore up the bottom of my board pretty bad. And now there's a big groove in it and it just... killed all my speed. Even on flat. Even on hills. I'll see how much tuning it up will do, but to be honest, it's really deep. So... fingers crossed, we'll see how that goes tomorrow.
Came back, made buffalo chicken pizza, which came out really good. Did all the dishes and cleaned the counters. Killed it. Played/recorded a new Rimworld playthrough over dinner and it looks promising. When I was getting a little... bored of it... I had something pop into my head. I don't know how I got to it but... when I was packing, some random dude sent me a message on Reddit. He was replying to a post he put up 9 FUCKING YEARS AGO. He was requesting a Baroness tab, back then I did full-band tabulature, transcribing by ear for every instrument. You know, as educational tools, so people can learn how to play the songs they love. That's how I learned guitar. My acoustic case is still full of printed out sheets of tabs, like dozens of them. This dude wanted me to tab out Mtns. (The Crown and Anchor) by Baroness, off Yellow, and I didn't know the song well. But I took it on. I remember doing it, and getting really close to finishing it. Then I'm guessing my life went to shit, because I never sent it to him. And that harddrive is now pretty much fucked. Pretty sure, not really brave enough to try to get shit off of it again.
So... I had a thought. Why the hell am I putting in effort to make Christmas gifts for people who treat me like garbage? Why don't I give this a go, make a special gift for someone who obviously really cares about this song so much that they're going to follow up on it almost a decade later. And I did. And I fucking hyperfocused on it the way that only transcribing music and super inspired art can do for me. I sunk into that for probably 3-4 hours? Lost all perception of time. I transcribed most of both electric guitars and bass, drums are gonna be tomorrow along with the acoustic and lead guitars. I'd say the bulk of it is done though. Pretty cool feeling. It's been a while.
So, I'm gonna drop the tab to that guy on Christmas, and he better have Guitar Pro because I really don't feel like doing any of that .gp5 conversion or - god forbid - make it a pdf or some shit. I mean, I can if I have to, but like... I put a lot of work into getting the sound right, you know? They're kinda meant to be experienced in Guitar Pro.
So yeah, that was pretty much my day. Now it's almost 3AM again. And all the snow is disappearing. But it's okay, I have plenty of really cool shit to do.
Kitty is calling, bed time.
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abigail-nicole · 1 year
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tgcf liveread 9
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being the live-read of that time i read tgcf for the first time, truly a magical experience i would recommend to all, if you like gay stories, fantasy stories, or perfectly-written stories, then perhaps buy official english translations of Heaven Official's Blessing
originally tweeted 4/1/2020:
I also can’t want to see this animated, in five years when the donghua gets to it
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gays pointing out misogyny
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Another little mxtx horror gem featuring bai wuxiang
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this Thing Obviously Impersonating Hua Cheng (But Doing A Bad Job) is adding so much extra horror to a scene which is already filled with creepy, fleeting glimpses of Bai Wuxiang. Horror level 10
nicely done confirmation that Fu Yao and Nan Feng were just Mu Qing and Feng Xin for a long time. That was pretty obvious from the dynamics
hahahahshahshsjs omg this dynamic
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I literally burst out laughing so loudly at this fourth wall call out by Mu Qing & Feng Xin
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the Cave Full Of Statues Of Himself thing is INCREDIBLY creepy !!!!!
i screamed in my empty apartment
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.... i need to do some online shopping & process this a second while I think about buying an eighth bathrobe
so this is kinda like Hua Cheng’s stalker cave huh, while he was hoping to play it cool
I say that with LOVE i still adore crimson rain sought flower and hualian
He’s all like I HAD THE RED STRING, I GAVE HIM THE RING, WHY THE ASSHOLE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS GOTTA COME ALONG AND EXPOSE MY STALKER CAVE
Rip feng xin & mu qing who are about to get murdered by hua cheng
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who IS the white-clothed man who is CLEARLY the favorite to win Mt Tong’lu’s Next Top Ghost King??? I’m scared of him & Hua Cheng better step up
it’s....Him, isn’t it....!!!!!!!!
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HE BOYFRIENDS LOVE EACH OTHER THEIR LOVE CAN WITHSTAND THE STALKER CAVE.
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ok I was wrong nothing was impersonating hua cheng But he Was acting suspicious. Like, What If He Finds Out How Long I’ve Liked Him, What If He Realizes I Was A Nerd In School And Filled My Locker With Art Of Us suspicious
ahhhhhhh Clean Water, Pure Air,,,,,, Hualian Happy Together
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Xie Lian: oh no
Hua Cheng: what? I won’t let Bai Wuxiang get near you!
Xie Lian: Oh no.....it’s so hot when you’re mad.....
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Xie Lian’s reaction to seeing the cave that Hua Cheng filled with statues and art of him: so he DOES like-like me!!!!
When I found out where his ashes were & spoiled it for myself I was so mad & now these cryptic comments are even MORE ROMANTIC
A WISP OF HUA CHENG BACKSTORY? I’M SO STARVED FOR IT
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“It’s not like it’s anything hard” UNLIKE XIE LIAN’S DICK AFTER THIS SCENE OH MY GOD I NEED TO LIE DOWN
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Hua Cheng is about to Ghost King Level Up!!!!!!!!!!! Watch Out!!!! Oh my god
Every time I turn a page I expect AND SCENE! END OF BOOK THREE!!! is it gonna be KISS? is it gonna be HANDS HOLD JUMP INTO KILN? its gonna be somewhere Maximum Suspense is reached
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THE SUSPENSE HERE IS KILLING ME AHHHH it just KEEPS BUILDING
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the suspense is so bad that....I better stop reading & tweet every other paragraph so I can scream more about how AHHHHHHHHHH i am about this
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I clearly remember every book I read that made me start wanting to eat the pages halfway thru because I was so into it & this is one
REMEMBER WHEN I TALKED ABOUT GHOST KING MAGICAL GIRL FLOWER CROWN MARTIAL PRINCE XIE LIAN WELL
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Hahaha and THERE is the end of book 3 okay oh boy someone get me a beta blocker for my heart rate oh god
Predixns: Book-4-flashback.mov then I suspect our dianxia will just turn up in a forest somewhere, having gently jumped ahead several months, been missing, collecting trash, and there will be Some Backstory & we’ll never get the details of how he came out of the Kiln
Predixns the sequel: while dianxia is trapped in the Burial Moun—I mean the Kiln, the world will go to shit & hua cheng will be Big Mad & Take It Out On Everyone
I read this on april fool’s because I am The Fool
More proof xie lian is god of millennials: centuries of eating trash and being free while ignoring the news
Book Four! Starting next time on tgcf liveread part ten!!!!
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royalreef · 3 years
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@candyredmuses​ replied to your post:
HOW DOES IT FEEL--
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      “It feels very much like that one wretched creature who has infiltrated the Coven in an attempt to flay my skin from my flesh and wear it about as a false image of myself to all of my friends, family, and fellow royals and ruin all that I care so dearly about!”
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abadbitvh · 2 years
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Fixer Upper
⊹₊ ⋆ 𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟 ꜜ
┊𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐽𝑖𝑛𝑥 𝒙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟
┊𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+, dumbification, strap-on, slight mommy kink.
┊𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑠: 2k
┊𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒(𝑠):smut.
┊𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: y/n is horny and thinks the only way to get what she wants is to throw away something jinx likes, she was right. Kind of.
┊𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: its friday idk wtf an i doing but im lagging ;) also i hope you like this friends :D also idky tf am I listening to melanie martinez.
 ╰┈┈┈┈┈┈ ˎˊ˗ ꒰ 🏷 ꒱
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y/n didn’t know how long had it been since the last time she and Jinx had done it, and by it, she meant fucking. It could be days, weeks, or even months, but all y/n knew was that it had been driving her crazy. In reality, it’s only been three days, but still, that was too long. At least for her.
Jinx had been working on her weapons for the past few days and it was making y/n lose her shit. She tried everything to get Jinx’s attention and make her understand how badly she needed her, but that didn’t work. Nothing ever worked, not hints, not dirty jokes and even saying it straightforward didn’t work.
Every single time she tried to hint at something, Jinx would always laugh that stupid laugh of hers before going back to work, it was as if she was doing all of this on purpose. Not a day went by without the blue-haired doing something to raise the frustration of her girlfriend, drinking water had never been so sexual until a couple of day ago.
Jinx had always been in control, she LOVED being in control and she made sure no one can take that away from her, but tonight y/n thought it was maybe her time to enforce some rules and take control of the situation. She knew that it was dangerous, it’s always dangerous to challenge Jinx, but she thought maybe luck was on her side this time, thought that maybe Jinx would feel intimidated and end up submitting to her.
She thought wrong.
“Why would you do that, cookie?” Jinx asked, two digits twisting her lover’s nipple for the third time before pulling on it, “that was a very important book I was reading and now it’s gone, because of you.”
y/n suppressed another moan as Jinx’s fingers pinched her nipple harshly, “not even going to apologize, kitty?” Jinx asked mockingly, hovering over her girlfriend.
“where did the ‘fuck you and your stupid book’ girl go?” The blue-haired teased, doing a very horrible impersonation of her girlfriend before leaning down to spit on her nipple then resumed on torturing it as her mouth moved to suck on the other one.
“fuck!” y/n mouthed as she arched her back, not knowing whether to move away from the pain or to continue for the sake of the pleasure she was feeling with it.
Jinx, whose eyes were looking up at y/n, pulled back from her nipple and tilted her head with a grin, “where did your voice go?” She questioned. She didn’t even wait for her girlfriend to answer before continuing, “I guess I will do you the honor of finding it!”
“Okay! Let’s see why you decided my book was stupid,” Jinx cooed, sitting up on her girlfriend’s naked body as she moved her other hand to start playing with both nipples now, “If I think the answer is correct, I will pinch this one!” She flicked y/n’s right nipple, “if it’s wrong, then this will happen,” she whispered before pulling on y/n’s left nipple, “Let’s start!”
“So, cookie, did you kill my book because it was an accident?” She asked, moving her forefinger around y/n’s right nipple in circles.
The woman below her whimpered, thinking about her answer for a couple of seconds before nodding her head.
“Liar!” Jinx sang, two digits quickly moving to pull on y/n’s nipple harshly, causing her to groan in both pain and pleasure. “Next question!”
“Was it because I didn’t give you attention?”
This time, y/n hesitated before nodding her head and it brought a smile to Jinx’s face as she slowly brought a hand up to pat y/n’s cheek, “don’t lie to me, cookie, it’ll only get you in lots and lots of trouble,” she said, making y/n almost doubt her answer, but before she can change it, Jinx pinched her right nipple.
“The last question is—“she paused, leaning down to get closer to her girlfriend’s face, “did my cookie do that because she felt dumb when she saw me reading all those math-y stuff?”
“What—no!”
“What did I tell you, cookie?” Jinx asked derisively as she pressed her thumbs against her girlfriend’s sensitive nipples, “is it hard for you to understand my words now? Do you want me to make it more easy for you to understand?”
y/n shook her head, lips parting to answer her girlfriend with words, but Jinx pulled on her nipples making her shriek in surprise instead.
“lying again, cookie, I’m very disappointed in you. But—“ she rubbed her nipples gently, “—I am to be blamed.” she sighed dramatically as she shook her head, “I didn’t teach you better and now you’re just a dumb doll who lies to mommy, I sho—.”
“Ji—“
“And now you’re interrupting me, dumb and rude!” she frowned in disappointment, “my fault. But I can fix it!” She exclaimed, going back to grinning as she got off her girlfriend’s naked body.
She walked back to the middle of her hideout where she kept most of her things, hands moving to search for whatever she was trying to find to ‘fix’ her girlfriend. Y/n on the other hand stayed still on the couch, her hands moving to soothe the soreness of her nipples after what they had witnessed.
“Look what I borrowed from Sevika!” She crowed, turning with a strap on in her hand, “more like I stole it after she bought it, but that’s not the point!”
y/n was too stunned to say anything, her mind thinking of what Sevika might end up doing when she finds out what happened to her new item.
“Do you think she used it before? ” Jinx asked, worrying about an entirely different thing than what her girlfriend was thinking about, but it still made y/n’s eyes widen. “Relax, cookie! I’m just kidding! I stole it before she can do that!” She cackled, making her way to where her girlfriend was laying.
“Are you excited to be smart like me?” Jinx cooed, patting her girlfriend’s cheek, “I know you are!”
y/n would have complained about all of this and she would have been embarrassed about the whole situation, but she was getting what she wanted and oddly enough, the way Jinx was speaking to her turned her on even more.
“I promise you mommy will help you,” Jinx whispered before patting her girlfriend on the stomach. “I can’t give you any rules because clearly you wouldn’t follow them with that head of yours and I’m trying to fix you, so rules will only make it worse for my dumb cookie.”
The movement on her stomach stopped and Jinx rested her hand there for a few seconds before she started sliding it down, her eyes staring into y/n’s. She was moving her hand very slow, painfully slow and while she was enjoying it, she could practically feel the frustration filling her girlfriend’s body.
“Please Jinx…”y/n whispered as she placed her own hand on top of Jinx’s hand to try getting her to move faster.
Jinx shook her head, slapping y/n’s hand away before starting again, “fixing takes time,” she told her, “don’t rush me or I will leave you like this until you get fixed!” She threatened as her hand moved a bit faster now.
When she finally had her hand where y/n wanted her the most, she stopped and tilted her head to the side as a grin appeared on her face, “what do we say, kitty?”
Y/n sighed, hating how much time this was taking, this hurt her more than when Jinx was twisting and pulling on her nipples. “Please,” she huffed, a frown visible on her face.
Jinx shook her head in disappointment as she dipped her middle finger between y/n’s folds a few times, “use your smart words!” Jinx groused, pulling her hand from y/n’s cunt to slap her inner thigh.
“I don’t know!” Y/n whined, not understanding what did Jinx want her to say exactly.
“Are you just a dumb kitty now? Do you want to stay like that forever?”
“I…I don’t know,” she repeated in a whisper.
“It’s alright, I’ll take care of you, cookie.” Jinx grinned as she placed her hand back on y/n’s cunt. The couch was literally soaked underneath her and Jinx knew that she didn’t need anymore lubrication, but she still decided to finger her a bit before they can try the new toy she had stolen.
Jinx giggled as y/n bucked her hips into her, her finger movingly teasingly on her clit, it kept going for a few minutes before Jinx thought it was enough and then she stopped to put on the toy.
“Let’s hope this actually works,” Jinx said, climbing on top of her girlfriend before positioning herself between her legs. Y/n gasped as Jinx rubbed circles at her clit with the tip of the toy. The blue-haired slowly took the tip of the dildo onto her girlfriend’s wet cunt and began to ease it into her as she watched how the pleasure took over y/n’s face.
y/n moaned and closed her eyes as Jinx pushed the toy all the way in. She tried her best to stay still because she knew whatever she might do will only make Jinx go back to teasing her.
“Does it feel good, cookie?” Jinx asked, pushing her girlfriend’s legs up. In response to her question, she only received a pleasured moan causing her to shake her head, “I have lost her,” she closed her eyes dramatically.
“Cookie is too dumb to speak now.” She opened her eyes and sighed, still not moving yet, “it’s too late to fix you, but I’ll keep going!” She said with a toothy grin. She pulled out and y/n whimpered, but before she can whine about it, Jinx pushed back into her gently. She repeated this three more times, getting rougher and rougher each time before she finally stopped again to make sure y/n was okay.
The woman on top began moving back and forth slowly and watched how her girlfriend reacted to the pleasure she was receiving. She started to pick up the pace and noticed how y/n’s moans grew louder with that and how her face twisted in pleasure. Jinx grinned as she thrusted in and out of y/n, knocking the wind out of her as she squeezed down on the fake cock sporadically.
“p…pl..please.” Her moans got louder and louder as her legs shook. She felt her orgasm crashing over her so hard it made her see white. Jinx fucked her through her orgasm, watching her face with admiration. No one else will ever get to pleasure y/n or see her like this other than Jinx and she was glad.
She slowly pulled the dildo out of her girlfriend’s cunt, making her whimper as it slipped out of her walls, “let’s clean you up!” Jinx whispered with a grin, trying to not disturb her exhausted girlfriend as she stood off the couch to go put the strap on away and find a cloth to clean y/n.
When she walked back into the hideout, y/n was already fast asleep on the couch and Jinx shrugged her shoulders as she sat down on the floor in front of the couch to start cleaning between her thighs, “that wasn’t your book,” y/n murmured, letting Jinx know that she wasn’t asleep.
“I know,” Jinx laughed as she spread y/n’s legs to wipe her thighs, “but I fixed you.”
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juletheghoul · 3 years
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Oblivius Chapter 10
We've come to the end my friends.
This is the last chapter for Francis & Spills and hopefully you'll enjoy it. I have had such a great time writing this story and have received so many lovely messages & asks about my two dumb idiot babies.
Although this is the end of the main story - you can always send in an ask about them because I will literally jump back in at the drop of a hat. (and who knows, might randomly drop a chapter / dabble if I get into my feelings)
Thanks for sticking with me!
Likes & reblogs are appreciated
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Fluff & general cuteness, Smut 18+ - dirty talk, p in v sex (NO MINORS + WRAP IT UP) language *time jump at the end - which has a little surprise* (let me know if I missed anything)
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Age: 29
He knew he shouldn’t have been nervous, but he couldn’t help it.
He was working on his feelings for her, on coming to terms with his hurt and his anger. Once the initial burn of it cooled he could admit to himself that they’d both been utterly stupid. Both were to blame for how things shook out.
He knew this was the right course of action. He knew from the way he felt right at this moment, getting ready to pick Spills up for their first official date. He’d never once in the whole time he’d been with Claudia felt like this.
He had decided to keep it simple. Dinner and a movie. Can’t fuck that up and after everything that had transpired, he needed simple. It had been a couple of weeks since their conversation and things were a little awkward at first - trying to navigate this new dynamic but their conversations had gotten more comfortable. Both of them agreed to make the first date official.
He couldn’t help but smile as he made his way over to her place, even though his stomach was in knots. Even though a small part of him was terrified to fuck this up. Nothing could be sadder for him than for this not to work and have them drift apart but when he saw her rushing over to his truck all the doubts and worries melted away.
Of course this’ll work. I love you.
“Ready?” He asked and the smile was bright on her face when she climbed in and buckled her seat belt.
“Of course. Where are you taking me?” She ran her fingers through his hair and he could have purred, the touch felt so right.
“To our place.” He pulled out and made his way over to Marcellos.
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The food was just as good as you remembered. The two of you found your rhythm as you ordered your meals and when they came he wasted no time in tasting your food and offering his plate to you. You sighed at how your heart swelled. This was so easy - so natural and you kicked yourself mentally over and over for not opening your mouth earlier.
You’d been afraid that things would be awkward after your talk and at first it was. The conversations and texts were weird, impersonal and almost forced but after a little while it was easy to fall back into your friendship.
It was so easy because you were friends. You already had the solid foundations for this to work and you were going to put everything you had into it.
You laughed, and you ate, and you enjoyed each other's company - forgetting the time and when he ordered the tiramisu and two forks you smiled big.
“I already bought the movie tickets, so we should leave soon or we’ll miss the previews.” You told him as the waiter cleared the table.
“You did?” He was surprised. “What movie are we watching then?” He asked as he paid for dinner.
“I picked a horror movie, looked terrifying.” you pulled out the tickets and he laughed. Kissing your hand as he walked you out of the restaurant.
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He paid for dinner, so you bought the movie and popcorn. You made it with enough time to get good seats in the middle of the theatre, for the best vantage point according to him. In reality you didn’t actually care where you sat.
He lifted the divider as soon as the two of you sat, making sure you could tuck yourself into his side at the scary bits and you wasted no time getting comfortable. His arm was around you reassuringly as the trailers started, the two of you whispering a bit too loudly, deciding what was worth your time and what wasn’t.
You tucked your face into his neck at the jump scares, asking in whispers if it was okay to look. You could feel the rumble of his chest when he laughed, not unkindly. Felt him kissing your forehead softly when it was okay to look.
Despite having already kissed before, despite having had sex once before - this felt so intimate. You looked up at him to find him already smiling at you, your heart racing at the closeness. At the tenderness on his face.
You kissed him. Petal soft and chaste at first but he deepened it, his big warm hand coming up to rest softly on your cheek. His tongue tasted like popcorn and sugar and you couldn’t help but smile into it at first. The movie forgotten, the fear morphing into warmth and desire for him. As far as you were concerned - this was your first real kiss, and it took your breath away.
The rest of the movie was spent with your head on his shoulder. His hand steadily rubbing your arm and his nose buried in your hair and you couldn’t remember ever having a better first date.
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You left the theatre quietly, the walk back to the truck was a leisurely stroll. Both of you smiling to yourselves as you held hands, your other hand holding onto his arm - you couldn’t get close enough.
He walked you to the passenger side, pressing you up against it to kiss you again quickly. You could see that he was taking every opportunity to press his lips to yours and you let him. Both of you quiet, breathless and giddy. You didn’t need words. Not for this.
After placing a couple more onto your neck and cheeks he remembered himself, and opened the door for you, running around the truck to get in. His hand found its way into yours on your lap as he drove you home.
He walked you to your door and asking him to come in was on the tip of your tongue but he forestalled. Speaking before you could ask.
“I’m coming in to check every corner so you aren’t scared.” He followed you in, closing the door behind him as he spoke. “But I’m not staying over, as much as I want to. I want to take this slow.” He was looking at you and you could have cried, not from disappointment, but from regret. Regret at having wasted so much time - regret that it took so goddamn long for you to get the courage to tell him how you felt and he must have seen the emotion on your face because he was holding onto your face in a flash. Cradling your jaw softly.
“What’s wrong Spills? Did I go too fast?” His brow was furrowed and despite your happiness the regrets swallowed you whole, you couldn’t stop the first few tears from falling.
“No no! I’m sorry. This was perfect and I just- I feel bad that we waited so long and I wasted so much time and we should have done this so fucking long ago.” You couldn’t stop the sob from clawing it’s way up your throat as he held you and he sighed loudly. Pulling you into the crook of his neck within the soft glow of your home.
“No - stop honey. Stop crying please - this isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have blamed you for everything. We’ve both been absolute idiots and maybe if we’d talked about this like grown-ups years ago all this bullshit could have been avoided, please stop crying.” He kissed your forehead as you clung to him. The smell of his clothes, the feel of him against your skin - his voice in your ear. It was all home and the longer he held you the better you felt.
“Listen, I was angry and hurt but the more I think about it the more I realize that we’re both to blame but it’s okay because we’re starting again right?” He pulled away to tilt your face up to look at him.
“We’re exactly where we’re supposed to be and this is going to work. It’s going to work because as far as I’m concerned you’re it. You’re the only person for me and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Do you understand? Forget everything and focus on this.” He was looking at you so intensely it was hard not to cry all over again. “Tell me you understand honey.” He kissed your cheeks, one after the other.
“Yes, I understand. I feel the same way about you Francis.” You smiled a watery smile up at him and he returned it.
“Good, now I’m going to check before I leave- kiss you goodnight and then we’re going to go out again.” And he did.
“Good morning!” You climbed into the truck after putting your beach bag and your cooler in the back. His face smiling at you brightly as he leaned over to you, lips pursed. You kissed him and he handed you your hazelnut coffee.
“Good morning honey.” His good mood was shining through as he pulled away from your home and drove towards the beach, just the two of you. “Did you bring me breakfast?” He kept looking over to see if you had anything for him, which of course you did.
“Of course - open up.” You put the buttery bagel half in his mouth and he ate it with gusto.
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The day was gorgeous, absolutely perfect for the beach and he set about getting the blankets and the umbrella ready for the two of you. You watched him, savouring the sight of his deft hands making quick work of everything.
“You’re staring at me Spills.” He said it with a smile on his lips and you didn’t look away.
“Yes I am.” You couldn’t help but match his tone - he turned to you then and leaned in to kiss you. He kissed you at every turn and you cherished it, you loved the way he showed his affection for you. He was a physical creature and he luxuriated in being close to you.
“Good.” He smiled as he handed you the sunscreen and once you'd finished, he made himself comfortable against you. He chose to sit with his back pressed up against your chest, between your legs - despite having laid out his own towel.
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You were floating.
The water was enveloping you, lapping softly at your skin as you let it carry you. The sun was shining and you had your eyes closed to shield you from it. You had gone into the water first while Frances read but now he was there too, always an arms length away but it wasn’t close enough and you both fell back into your usual rhythm of splashing and teasing until you were wrapped around each other.
You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself up against him. Even in the cool water, his skin was warm and you felt as he wrapped your legs around his middle. His hands started at your waist, but they quickly moved down and held onto your ass. You laughed.
“What are you doing Francis?” You asked it with a smile, these days it felt like everything you did was with a smile.
“I’m holding onto you Spills.” He was nuzzling his nose into your neck, placing little kisses around your collar bones and up the column of your neck to your ear. You hadn’t had sex since the night before his wedding, the two of you agreeing to take it slow but his hunger for you was becoming more and more evident as the weeks rolled by. His hands roaming a little more each time you were together.
“Onto my ass?” You looked into his face, cherishing it.
“That’s right.” He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, wanting to be closer, always closer. “Do you not want me to?” He smiled lazily - biting at your ear playfully.
“I never said that.” You breathed out the words, he was affecting you and you had to remember that you were in public. You fell into a comfortable silence. The two of you happy to float in the water as well as your happiness alike.
“Francis?” You were staring out into the water as you spoke, your head resting over his shoulder.
“Hmm?” He was resting his head on yours, eyes on the shore.
“Promise me we’ll live near the ocean one day.” You rubbed his back, tracing lines into his skin with pruny fingers.
“I promise, one day we’ll have a little house by the ocean. You’ll be able to hear it when the windows are open.”
The two of you floated out there for a long time, peaceful and quiet and in love.
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Your hand found its way into his curls on the way home, the salt water always defined them and it was too inviting to ignore. He never minded.
His hand found its way onto your lap and the two of you were connected the whole way.
“Come in. Park the rustbucket and stay over.” You didn’t want him to leave, not yet. You were ready for the next step in your relationship.
“Are you sure?” He asked even though he was parking the truck.
“Yes, we can order in.” You smiled a smile that had nothing to do with food.
“You’re gonna kill me Spills.” He was hurriedly unbuckling his seat belt, he wanted this just as much as you did and you couldn’t get inside fast enough. When you were finally inside he almost tackled you. Crashing into you with a bruising force, mouth insistent and unforgiving in its need for you.
“I want it in my bed.” You were pulling his shirt off as you pushed him towards your room and he growled.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was pulling off your shirt, undoing the top piece of your bathing suit as you finally got him into your room.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me cum like you did before, make me feel good.” You pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He wasted no time and within a few seconds your nipple was in his mouth. Your grip on his curls was tight as you held him close to your chest. His tongue a slow swirl around the pebbled peak of your breast. First one, then the other. He was ruthless in his teasing, sucking roughly and then biting softly.
“You want my cock baby?” He was kissing your chest as he held onto your ass, your clothed core pressed up against the stiffening pillar of his sex. The arousal was a burning coal in the pit of your stomach and every time he pulled you closer it burned hotter. Your cunt ached for him, drooling out your passion into your underwear, the threads of you unspooling for him at your entrance.
“Yes, give it to me - please.” You bit at his neck, tasting the salt of the ocean on his skin and he moaned. You used the momentary distraction to pull off him and finish undressing. You helped him pull off his swim trunks and you pulled him into your shower, both of you were still covered in sand and you wanted to wash the day off him.
His body curled around you as you turned the shower on. His cock was hard and pressed up against the cleft in your ass. His hands were around your waist, holding onto your belly; your breasts. Anything and everything he could get his hands on and you both laughed as you got into the shower. You dragged him under the hot spray, helping him wash the salt and sand from his skin and his hair and he did the same for you.
Once you were clean he pressed you up against the wall, the cool tile against your nipples made you hiss and he pulled your waist toward him, one hand on your back to tilt your pelvis enough for him to slide in.
“Can I fuck you like this baby?” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your neck. You wiggled your hips against him in response.
“Yes Francis, give it to me just like this - please.” He groaned as he rubbed his cock through your folds, even under the spray he could feel how wet you were and he slid in to the hilt. His pelvis flush with the plump skin of your ass. “Fuck, I feel so full - you’re so big.” You smiled at the groan he let out at your words.
“You’re so tight, feels so fucking good.” He snapped his hips, fucking into you hard and fast. Both of you so keyed up that this wouldn’t last and you knew it. “That’s it baby, take it. Just - like- that.” He held onto your shoulder for leverage and you reached down with one hand to rub at your clit.
“Yes, make yourself cum, soak my cock.” He pulled you up holding onto your breast as he split you open on his dick.
“I’m gonna cum…” Your orgasm crashed into you, making you clench around him while he sped up, chasing his own high and you felt it when he groaned into your ear. Felt him emptying himself into you.
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You were both naked, laying in your bed in the fading light of the sun. His head was resting on your chest as you played with his hair.
“I'm starving, have you seen my phone? We should order a pizza.” He got up and looked around and for a moment you couldn’t believe that your Francis was walking around your place naked. Even though he’d fucked you in the shower, even though he’d fucked you in your bed; made you cum with his fingers and his mouth and his cock. Your pleasure seemingly more important than his.
“I think you dropped it onto the counter when we came in.”
He came back with it in his hand and ordered your usual order before dropping it onto your nightstand.
“We have forty minutes until it gets here.” He smiled darkly as he crawled up between your legs and despite everything you’d done, you flushed, wrapping your arms and legs around him lazily.
“Better make them count.” You kissed him, and he did.
When the pizza finally came you needed another shower, which you took together. He stayed the night, and never went home again.
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Age: 30
“Francis, wake up honey, happy birthday!” You were kissing his face, pulling him softly out of sleep. He groaned and smiled as he buried his face into your hair. His hand travelled down to grab at your ass. Even half asleep he pawed at you, making you laugh.
“Mmmph, sleep.” He mumbled onto your skin. Soft and pliant on the bed you shared.
“Francis, come on - get up so we can celebrate.” You pulled him away slightly so you could pepper his face with kisses, something he loved. “Come on baby, get up, I have a few surprises for you.” You ran your fingers through his hair. It was getting longer and you loved it like this.
“Are you naked?” He didn’t open his eyes but you felt his wits sharpening.
“No, that's later, I have other surprises for you, three of them. Hmm?” You waited a few minutes and he opened his eyes.
“Alright alright, I’m up. What’s the plan?” He yawned and stretched.
“The plan is they’re coming to get you in about half an hour so get dressed.” You got up out of bed pulling him up with you.
“Who?” He was lost.
“Your surprises.” He frowned and then it dawned on him.
“Pope? Benny and Will?” His eyebrows shot up in shock.
“Yes! They’re on their way so come on, up up let’s get you ready, they’re taking you out and then we’re going to have a big dinner.” He was moving on his own now and you could see how happy he was.
“Did you set this up?” He was brushing his teeth and you nodded.
“Yes I spoke to Pope a few weeks ago, thought it would make you happy to have them here for your birthday. They’re going to take you out for the morning and then we can meet up at your parents place for a big dinner.” You smiled at him.
“You’re not coming?” He frowned despite his joy at seeing his closest friends in a few minutes.
“No, you have your time with them and I’ll see you in a few hours.” He pulled you close.
“I love you Spills.” He kissed you, deep and insistent, all of his feelings for you behind it and you had to pull away as his phone went off.
“I love you too Francis, now get your ass in gear. See you later, have fun!” You pushed him out, patting him on the butt to get him moving.
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Age: 33
“I am completely in love with it Francis, look at the windows!” You were walking through the little house like a kid in a candy store. Trying to take it all in.
“It’s really nice, floors are good.” He was looking at the wood, taking stock of the layout and the sturdiness of the staircase leading upstairs.
“Do you think we could afford it?” You were pulling him towards the kitchen, to the big window over the sink where you could just see the water. The yard was a little on the smaller side but it was big enough to put a little patio set and a grill, big enough for the three of you.
“Do you want it?” He stood behind you, his arms around your waist as you both stared out through the window.
“Yes, I think we’ll be really happy here. Do we have enough?” You turned to press a kiss to the stubble on his cheek.
“Yes, we have enough saved and with you going back to work we’ll be fine.” You felt the little hands then, grabbing at both of you and he bent down to pick up your daughter. She was tired and rested her head on his shoulder. “I think she likes it.” He ran his fingers through her soft curls as he kissed her forehead. You couldn't help but rub her little back as she melted into his shoulder.
“Open the window.” He gestured towards the latch and when you did you heard the soft sounds of the ocean drifting in. He was smiling at you, holding onto the little life you’d both created.
“Welcome home Spills."
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On Translation and Dubbing: an Attack On Titan manifesto by a freshman languages major and a passionate, auditory person with zero credentials
Inspired by my third rewatch in anticipation of the new season, and my growing curiosity concerning the differences between the sub and dub versions. This post isn't for people who assume dubs are all trash compared to subs, but a good-faith analysis. You can prefer the sub, and still stick around to read.
Naturally, as an absolute sucker, I start with something Levi/Eren focused, but if anyone wishes to read more of my ramblings, I will share my thoughts on other aspects; such as Yuki Kaji's phenomenal emotional range, a comparison between his role and Bryce Papenbrook (I consider Eren his best work) the infamous roar vs screech when Eren is a titan, etc
This hypothesis examines Captain Levi across a few episodes, and specifically a handful of my favorite rivaereri moments in late season 1.
One base rule I have learned at university so far is that a good translation isn't a literal one, but one that takes the intended meaning and completely rewrites the text while retaining the original meaning from the source language (SL) as much as possible within the linguistic, social and cultural, confines of the target language (TL). Grammar especially can make this task tricky in many instances, as you can sometimes find in sub translations that sentences may feel clunky or awkwardly worded. There is so much to consider when examining both a sub and a dub's job. A dub places more importance on its task because it needs to retain fluidity in the spoken language as opposed to simply delivering the meaning. It restates, and makes emotion more pronounced, which it must.
So without further ado, here are a few from the endless list. 
Episode 18
Okay so I'm sure we're all familiar with the moment that happens just before Levi puts his back to Eren and protects him from his squad, when they were doing the experiments and Eren couldn't transform.
As Levi approaches the well before Hanji does, the dub says "Eren! Enough! We're done for today!" while the sub version is "the experiments are on hold."
Let's break it down. 
At face value a simple command such as "enough, we're done for today" doesn't look all that different from "the experiment is on hold" except it does and the tone says so much. First he calls Eren's name. When he does, it feels like he is reaching out for him. Secondly, "enough", it's such a small word, six letters, and yet it feels so important. When I first watched the sub version, I couldn't believe it was only "the experiment is on hold". The fact that the dub cast and crew went out of their way to make Levi sound concerned instead of just stating an impersonal fact. It shows how he cares more clearly. I know it's a small difference and many people who only enjoy the sub ship ereri, but for me it stood out. He says "enough," because he knows on instinct this would weigh on Eren, and he doesn't want him to unnecessarily exert himself and hurt, because he knows Eren is the type to keep going till he collapses, he just knows. Even in the early days, he understood him really well. Then, you end with the beautiful "we're done for today" because it's like something inside him won't stand to have Eren keep going. Sub Levi's words being "The experiment is on hold" was like we'll keep going, so what if he's tired, if we can fix it we'll go on, it's worth the risk. Dub Levi is almost irrefutably "that is enough. You will now rest because you are a kid first and foremost, not a weapon to be used at my disposal and I will not treat you like one". He wants Eren to rest. The whole remainder of the day. Sub Levi didn't even specify. 
The dub makes it all the more impactful when we see the confused shock on his face as his eyes fall on the blood and Eren's torn up hands and that look in Eren’s eyes, who is not wincing in pain, but looking up at them disappointed in himself. Levi must think, god fucking damn can you believe this boy?
Maybe I'm reading too much into it. I welcome any refute to this by the way; I love hearing other people's thoughts. 
Closely followed by the first instance, the next scene shows Levi asking whether the bite marks on Eren's hands have healed (personal headcanon, but could it be that his grumpy attitude was not only bred from anxiety about the mission but also anxiety for Eren's health and well being? Isn't the fact that he asked him about his healing first rather than anything else indicative? Don't  we sometimes lash out in anger when worried? Just a thought.) 
When Eren says no, Levi ends their conversation in two ways. 
Sub: "This is an order. Do something about it."
Dub: "Pull it together. And yes, that is an order."
The "order" part in the second half feels like an afterthought, merely an incentive for Eren to get better. 
Then, while he is standing between his squad and Eren, "My instincts tell me so" vs the dub's urgent, earnest, overlapping "a gut feeling". (Emotional translation: I trust him, ya fucks, that's why, now get away from my boyfriend.) 
"How do you feel?" vs the dub's "So are you feeling okay or what?"
Let us take a look at a slightly earlier scene when they were talking about how to restrain Eren if he goes rogue before they went ahead with the well experiment. 
Sub Levi, about Eren's limbs: "They'll grow back like a lizard, right? Disgusting." You can find actual repulsion in the words. The dub is more mellow: "Matter of fact they'll probably grow back lizard style. Creepy little bastard." It's amused, it's light, it's like a term of endearment. Like he accepts what Eren is and thinks it's something to poke fun at, not something to be revolted by. "Style" even implies a quirky flair. 
Honestly the little gestures to make Eren feel more accepted are so sweet, especially coming from a bitter old man. Levi knows no one else would offer Eren this sort of acceptance. They are too scared. And the fact that Levi understood Eren so well after such a short time together speaks volumes. Many believe a good relationship is built on acceptance and comfort and understanding. I feel like Levi offers all that. That they both understand and accept and relate to each other in many ways, but that would make up an essay on its own. 
Another moment from the same episode. "I doubt they felt nothing when they drew their blades on you" vs the dub's "Whatever that might have looked like out there today, I can promise you that every single one of them was conflicted."
The first one feels more impersonal only saying what needs to be said and trusting Eren to gather the rest for himself, and that is a really valid interpretation but the second one, oh my goodness. When does Levi ever promise someone something if it's not a life and death situation? When is he ever gentle? With Eren. Only with Eren. He's so earnest. There's almost a vulnerability.  He didn't need to say I promise, but he chose to. He wants Eren to feel safe and assured. He wants to be someone Eren can trust without fear. He wants to give him this one thing because he knows Eren is going through so much. The weight those two little words hold "I promise". Levi does not make promises lightly.  Seriously, has Levi ever promised anything when it was not when someone was dying, or someone's dying wish? 
Yeah, exactly. When it comes to Eren.
Generally dub Levi's voice is more expressive, and I didn't notice before now, but as an auditory learner (and I know this is nerdy bear with me) who never read the whole manga (I should) and wants to see as many instances of her ship as possible, it really did have an impact. Even when it's just Levi with no reference to Eren. Levi is already so poker-faced and guarded, he hardly shows any emotion. Which does not mean he does not feel, but that he chooses to hide what goes on in his brain. The fact that his voice would show some of that emotion is a relief. 
I can't believe sub elitists go "it doesn't sound like Levi". What sounds like Levi, I ask? A cold, robotic deadbeat? Because that's not what he is. Some of us are slow on the uptake and need to hear the clarification rather than being told or trying to analyze for ourselves, and some of us see more in him than the bloody fidget spinner.
I know I'm being a bit presumptuous but bear with me. The dub gives him nuance. Like I said, Levi is already outwardly emotionless enough, we need this bit of insight. I know others prefer the sub, which is valid, and it follows from his general personality that he would guard his tone, but I don't think it would be that easy. We can police our expressions, our posture, our general attitude. We can try to level our voices and words, but eventually they will warp into what we're really feeling and betray us. Even if the words don't. 
Episode 18
Sub: "Eren! Hurry! Decide!"
Dub: "Eren, come on, make up your damn mind!"
The second one, just from the words, feels a lot more urgent and personal, doesn't it?
Now I don't mean that sub Levi/the Japanese VA is bad. That would be a blatant, ignorant lie. I think it is all up to interpretation of the voice actor on how to characterize Levi and I think they both do a good job.
I don't know Japanese so maybe I'm entirely off my mark, but I feel like even the text we get in sub is probably not entirely accurate. Especially with languages like Japanese where specific words can hold so much extra context and nuance just by how they're spoken, that even just writing it as subtitles probably removes a lot of that to make it make sense in English. A problem known as lack of equivalence at word level clearly states that languages do not describe universal concepts.
Each language comes with its own history and set of experiences. Everyone's experience of the world is different. Language describes life as experienced from different perspectives by different people. Not all languages contain a word-for-word correspondence. One word may be translated into two or more words or even a sentence in one language, and one word has many meanings in both languages.
Aka, shortfalls in the sub are less anything to do with the VA (for japanese speakers he is probably phenomenal), and more just the nature of sub translations making it kind of stiff. Which is why I think restating the words is worth the effort, even if it sacrifices some of the original meaning. The feelings and connotations delivered will change from language to language. So, simply to make the reader truly appreciate what is being said in a way they can understand and more importantly feel written in their native tongue, not as something morphed into their native tongue. It is a worthy interpretation. An artwork in its own right. Pardon my translator ass this is literally my major and language holds so much; emotion and meaning and intent and the words we choose and how we choose to phrase them really make a difference. 
Sub Levi perhaps stays truer to the character. Additionally, I'm viewing through a very narrow lens since I haven't watched many of the sub episodes. But his tone rarely changes. And for Levi we really need nuance, we need inflection and tone and we need specific phrases. He is hard to understand. This reframing and voice work make him easier to grasp. I want to emphasize again that I love both versions. I could ramble on about this forever. I could also say a lot about Yuki Kaji, Eren's VA, who is a fucking masterpiece all on his own. The emotional range, guys. Top notch.
But this is about Levi and the ereri gold mine. So let's get back on track. 
Episode 19:
Sub Levi: "Here we are, after everything we said at the trial. If we go back empty-handed, who knows what'll happen to Eren and us?" 
Dub Levi: "That whole song and dance in the courtroom and this is what we've got to show for it. We scurry back now with our tail between our legs, Eren's right back in chains or worse."
This is probably me being very nitpicky, but notice how the emphasis is on Eren. The first one was everything they "said" at the trial, which is more generalized. I would assume "song and dance" refers specifically to Levi beating Eren up since it is an idiom that, in other words, means an exaggerated theatricality. Or at least that is what I gathered when I first heard it. And again at the end of the sentence he calls attention to what will happen to Eren, like he is actually worried about him, and mentions nothing of anyone else. There is no "us", his focus seems to be directed solely towards Eren. 
I gathered two things from this quote. One, Levi is still torn up about what he had to do to Eren at the trial, even if he won't show it to Eren himself. With that, antis can choke on their abusive Levi theory. Two, he is worried about Eren's fate. He doesn't want him to get trapped, or hurt. There is a specificness that is not there in the sub "right back in chains" vs "what will happen". It's a minor rephrase, but I personally think it is worth noting that Levi feels disdain for how Eren was treated. Moreover, the sub could be just interpreted as what will happen to the weapon of Eren and whether the scouts will they still have custody of him. The dub leaves no room for that as it puts all the focus on Eren and what punishment he may receive. 
Episode 21:
Sub: "This voice. Don't tell me..." and Dub: "That roaring. This isn't good."
Okay I think I like the sub better here actually. Because of the usage of the more humanized "voice", immediately knowing it's Eren, they both implied that, but the second half of the sub accentuates Levi's denial of the terrible occurrence he doesn't want to believe has taken place.  
Another instance in episode 21: 
In the sub, Levi asked Mikasa if Eren died, specifically asked. In the dub, he said it was unlikely that Eren survived. The former is more optimistic, and has more faith that Eren is alive, as if he wants to believe it. The dub version implies he has already resigned himself to the worst. 
We also have episode 22:
"He's alive. Filthy though." vs the dub's "He's alright. Disgusting, but alright." Notice how the emphasis and what Levi ends with is reaffirming Eren's well being, almost as if he is trying to reassure himself after thinking the boy was certainly dead. 
Oh also, this isn't official but, we are all familiar with Matthew Mercer's (Levi English VA) "confession" to Eren, right? That's a treasure and a half on its own.
To conclude I would just like to inform you that the word "enough" is what kick-started this absolute spiral. Ironic, isn't it?
Anyway, as an English speaker this is the only perspective I can offer. If Japanese speakers refute everything I've said, I wouldn't be able to lift a finger in argument except to talk about the language I know. 
In the end, it's all a matter of subjective taste and everyone is valid, but I hope I may have inspired you to reconsider the aot/snk dub if only the tiniest bit :) 
I hope you enjoyed this essay. Let me know what you thought, and thank you so, so much for reading!
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