Please tell me about Lukas.
Sincerely, a poor soul who is obsessed with Milgram but knows very little about Fire Emblem.
Lukas is my beloved character of all time :) Comfort character to rival all comfort characters :) He’s just like me fr :) He’s so healing to watch heal :)
He’s from Fire Emblem Echoes, and for a good portion of the game he’s that mentor/tutorial character who helps you/the protagonist through the new world you’re thrown into. The thing was, they put together an incredibly complex asexual, neurodivergent guy who’s not really in it for the fighting (but is damned good at it anyway). They gave him the sweetest and saddest smile possible. They gave him the most relaxing voice you could imagine. They gave him two of the wackiest and complimentary friends. How could I not fall in love?
Basically, he reveals that he’s not involved in this whole war because he wanted to be – his father and brother conspired to send him away to fight for their own gain, not really caring if he lived or died. He took on the new life with just as much motivation as if he chose it himself, though. He’s not here for any dreams of glory or violence, he just wants to help the new friends he’s made ;-; He has a really big heart, but he’s not afraid to make the tough call and commit war crimes. He’s gentle to the child soldier protagonists, but is the first person to trust them and allow them into the army.
Fire Emblem is notorious for its fanservice, which is why I will forever be Insane over his support conversation with one of those friends I mentioned. He describes his struggles with romance and desire, perfectly describing an asexual experience. His friend, Python, responds with so much kindness. It’s done with a lot of tact and respect, and was one of the final pieces to my own acceptance of my asexuality.
Less intended, but he talks about his struggles with emotions that comes off as low-empathy neurodivergence, or a form of Alexithymia. He doesn’t feel strong emotions most of the time, then occasionally gets swept up in them and lashes out. (Sorry for all the tmi but) this is also something I struggle with. Though I come off overly excited online, I’ve dealt with the same coldness/heartless accusations he has. His writing and voice acting really drive it home, and it’s wonderful to see. Once again, he’s treated with immense respect for this trait. He feels self-conscious about it, but the cast sees that as a strength of his.
His relationship with the other two knights is super fun! I could go on separate rants about Python and Forsyth, but just know they are equally perfect. They all compliment one another so well, and hype each other up in such lovely ways. They've even got a fun RGB color scheme going on :3
OKAY I AM CUTTING MYSELF OFF because I could go on forever about him 😂 He holds such a special place in my heart -- it's silly, but thank you sm for asking :’) And, since you mentioned Milgram, this reminded me of a super goofy comparison to Yuno I made as one of my first Milgram posts, as well as my wips of the Fuuta-Lukas outfit swap I need to finish...
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can i just say how much i love the cinematography when it comes to aziraphale in heaven. it's always depicted as being very bright, with an almost overwhelming, uncomfortably trapped feeling attached to it as we watch the camera get up close to aziraphale's face. we can't escape these feelings, and aziraphale can't either.
aziraphale, more often than not in these scenes where he interacts with an angel, has a neutral expression. one that doesn't convey too much emotion, as he hides it whenever he is talking to anyone in heaven.
which intrigues me that we see this return when aziraphale is in the elevator at the end of episode 6. he's going back to a place that mistreated him for 6000 years, retreating to a place where he has to hide his emotions and how he's feeling.
we are once again in a close-up shot with aziraphale staring straight ahead, the feeling very reminiscient of season 1's heaven scenes. its unsettling as we watch aziraphale tackle his emotions in a very subtle way, seeing him struggle with showing it versus trying to repress it the same way he's done so for 6000 years.
even with his smile at the end, the unsettling aspect never rests. we don't know why he smiles, what he's thinking about, but as i said, aziraphale more often than not is very neutral expressed. however, he also nervously smiles in heaven, his smile never reaching his eyes. we see this smile when he's first around jim, and now we see it even bigger at the end of episode 6.
again, we don't know what he's thinking. we can only speculate what it means, but we do know his final destination.
we know after this, the elevators will open, and aziraphale will be in heaven. he rises as his expression does, but his feelings still remain hidden. his emotions are guarded, and they will be when those doors open. as the angel of the eastern gate, he still guards those most important to him, and that includes his emotions.
its the only thing he'll have to himself in heaven, after all.
also as a side comment, we see crowley and the other archangels + muriel in the elevator too, but the feeling is different. as we see here, crowley is zoomed out and we can see his entire body.
maybe its for the sake of removing the angel disguise, but regardless, it doesn't close up on him like it does with aziraphale. or, it does, but not in a suffocating, uncomfortable way. there's still space between crowley and the camera.
anyway, i just wanted to comment on aziraphale in the heaven elevator because it reminded me so much of aziraphale in heaven in season 1 :-)
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water park for your fave sinclair
bug my love !! 💗 thank you for sending something through !! as much as i love all of the boys, bo is always has always had the tightest grip on my heart,, but as this is me and i'm so deeply loathe to part the terrible twins, vince will make an appearance too💗 WARNING for very lightly implied smut (i'm sorry there isn't more !!)
[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]
bo sinclair (water park)
Behind the Sinclair house was a long, sloping stretch of scrub. It petered down to the woodland that surrounded Ambrose and no matter how much Bo tried, it always seemed to dry out in the summer. Instead of a picturesque green lawn (like something out of those stupid house and garden magazines you bought sometimes), it was parched and brown, the dirt beneath sending dust clouds up as you trudged across it beneath the blazing Louisiana sun.
You didn't mind though, you could lay a towel down and you were content for the day. Usually. Especially when Bo would stop by periodically, between his meddlings and fixings of the town.
Perhaps you were in a nostalgic mood, but as you lay beneath the midday sun, you thought back to the summers of your youth. Trips to the shore and fingers sticky with popsicles. Sunburnt noses and water parks.
You sit up, looking down the vast and parched slope.
***
"Do you have a spare tarp I can borrow?"
Bo's legs twitch in surprise, but he doesn't make a sound. He rolls out from under the car he was working on, squinting at the sudden onslaught of sun in his eyes.
"What was that, darl'?"
"Do you have a spare tarp?"
"Tarp?" he asks, wiping his hands off on a rag but not yet standing up. "Probably, what for? Has Vince sent you fetchin'-carryin'?"
"No, not Vince. I've not seen him this morning. No, it's for me --" you cut yourself off, narrowing your eyes at Bo. "You gotta promise not to laugh."
He chuckles in response, "Now darl', you know I can't promise nothin' like that."
You sneer back. "Fine. I was thinking about years ago, I went to this water park. Call it nostalgia, but I was gonna put a tarp down on the scrub, get a hose running on it."
Bo raises an eyebrow, finally standing up and walking across the forecourt, towards the garage. "Water park, huh? And where we getting all this water from?"
"Aw, c'mon Bo, please! It's boiling hot, and Jonesy will love it." Jonesy is a sure-fire way to get any of the brothers to agree to most anything.
"Darlin', we --," Bo starts, but when he turns back to check you're following him into the garage, he see's that puppy dog look in your eyes. "Darlin'," it's half scolding and half pleading with you to stop looking at him like that.
"Please?"
Bo shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath. "Fine."
***
He helps you carry two tolls of tarp up behind the house, helps roll them flat on the scrub and pin them down with tent pegs. He helps you fit the hose to the outside tap and dowse the plastic with water. Pokes holes in a spare length of hose and rigs it to keep a constant flow down the incline.
Bo watches, with a faint sense of amusement, as you take off running towards the makeshift slide and leap forward. You squeal in delight as you whizz off down the slope, water spraying and you skid to a stop at the bottom.
"C'mon," you call, hurrying back up to the top, the dry grass poking at the soles of your feet. "You gotta have a turn."
"Why?" Bo asks, though he starts to toe his worn shoes from his feet. "When I have such a nice view from right here?"
Readying yourself to go again, you cast a coy look over your bare shoulder.
Bo raises an eyebrow, and with that, you're off again.
It takes a while for Bo to loosen up, but slowly, slowly, his clothes come off. First his shoes, then his socks, then his shirt. He takes a break to lie back in the grass and watch you for a while, before his work pants come off and he is left in his boxers.
You think this might be the extent of his involvement, as he flexes and suns himself on the towel you'd long since discarded.
But then Vincent arrives, drawn up from the basement by your squeals. Jonesy is hot on his heels, hoping around excitedly.
As he rounds the side of the house, you're at the other side of the scrubland, having landed just at the edge of the tree line.
Jonesy makes a beeline for you, stopping only to snap at the water coming from the hose before sliding of down the tarp. With open arms, you catch her at the bottom. She yaps happily, running circles around you once you're both back on your feet.
Vincent wanders closer, watching the scene, before coming to a stop next to Bo.
Bo squints up at his twin, leaning back up on his elbows. Even Vincent can't stay strong through this heat, it seems. He's wearing a slightly ratty t-shirt and his work trousers, though he still has his hoodie with him, tied firmly around his waist.
"I thought you were working?" he asks, crouching down to Bo's eye level.
Bo chuckles, "I was, but how do you expect me to say no to my baby..." he starts off sweetly. The two of them watch you walking towards them, readjusting your bikini top. "Especially when she's dressed like that."
Vincent swats at Bo's shoulder half-playfully. There's a red hue spreading over his skin and the slap stings. "Keep it in your pants, would you?"
"What're you boys talkin' about?" you smile, laying down besides Bo. Jonesy circles the three of you before sidling up to Vincent, nosing his leg with her wet muzzle
"Nothing," the twins insist, though Bo's smirk gives you a pretty good idea.
"Right," you roll your eyes. Then, you poke Bo's arm softly, watch the redness turn white and then back again. "Anyway, s'your go."
Bo raises an eyebrow, "Oh, is it now?"
"I'd've thought you'd wanna show us how it's done, right?" You were baiting him. He knew you were baiting him. But, he supposed he could bite. For you.
He pretends to make a fuss of it, sighing as he stands up. He looks back over his shoulder as he crosses the grass to where the hose is still dousing the tarp.
Vincent twists on the balls of his feet and sits down with a thump, his forearms resting on his knees.
Bo looks back, one more time, winks at you and then leaps. He almost has a divers physique, agile and streamline as he slides down the tarp.
You let out a whoop from the side-lines, clapping as Bo reaches the bottom and, in a feat beyond your comprehension, manages to roll up into a standing position at the end of the tarp slide. He pushes his soaked hair back, the curls sticking flat to his temples.
Bo looks awfully pleased with himself as he jogs back to you and Vincent, "How was that?"
***
You while away the afternoon in this way, taking turns on the tarp slide and watching fondly as Jonesy makes the most of all of the excitement. She takes a few turns on the tarp, but is happy enough to play with the hose or to snooze, laying up against Vincent's leg.
Vincent himself declines all offers to have a go on the slide, content to watch Bo make a fool of himself every time he doesn't make a landing and ends up skidding off towards the trees.
At some point, when the heat is just starting to dissipate, Vincent leaves to make a start on dinner, taking Jonesy with him.
That leaves you and Bo, spread languidly on the scrubby grass.
"Thanks for helping set all this up today, it's been a real nice day," you say, rolling onto your stomach so you can watch Bo as he sunbathes.
Bo's eyes are closed, but he still replies, "That's alright darl', what kinda man would I be if I didn't keep you happy?" He lifts a hand, maybe to hold yours, maybe just to gesture.
You chose to lean into him, so his hand cups your cheek. "Bo Sinclair, you are a very good man."
He laughs, is low and dark, darker than you think he meant to. His eyes snap open, watching your expression. You don't move away from his hand.
"Am I?"
"Sometimes," you shrug. You tilt your head, pressing a kiss to his palm. "And sometimes," you push yourself up, throwing your leg over his hips to straddle him. His hands find their place on your sides, thumbs rubbing the exposed skin. "Sometimes you are a very bad man indeed."
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