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angelic-muse · 5 months

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unforgettable

a/n: i couldn't not write anything for his special day, so enjoy, and happiest of birthdays to my silly mosshead man. this was written with both anime and opla zoro in mind so feel free to interpret it as either.

pairing: roronoa zoro x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff, not proofread

summary: it's your lover's birthday, and what better way to start the celebration than to stay awake and surprise him at midnight?

...that is, if you can stay awake.

must stay awake... must stay awake.

the sentence replayed itself in your groggy head like a mantra, a broken record stuck on repeat, a toy train running in slow circles around your brain as you fought the urge to tip over the line between wakefulness and sleep.

zoro deserved more than that.

"my birthday? never really done anything for it," he'd grunted the day before after you'd brought it up. the swordsman had frowned, scratched his head. "kinda forgot it was tomorrow, actually."

and it was then that you decided to make this birthday — and all his next ones, for that matter — unforgettable.

so after some pleading with nami that then lead to careful rearrangement of night watch schedules (despite the crew's grumbling), zoro would be set to finish his shift at midnight — exactly midnight.

and what would he find when he returned to his room? you, of course, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to shower him in love and birthday wishes, followed by a day of celebrations just for him.

well, that was your plan.

but the actual staying awake hadn't been part of it.

since your shift for night watch was the last one, just before sunrise, you were lucky enough to be able to sleep soundly all night till then. which meant you were not at all used to being awake at this time and your body was slowly but surely losing the fight to fall unconscious.

you yawned, blinking heavy eyelids as you turned to squint at the sky, the gentle moonlight washing the deck of the going merry in its milky glow. it wasn't quite yet at its highest point — still not midnight.

surely a little lay down before zoro returned couldn't hurt, right?

don't fall asleep, you promised yourself one last time as you settled into his own hammock, breathing in the lingering scent of him with a sigh. don't fall asleep...

zoro muttered angrily as he stomped across the ship back to his room, not bothering to soften the loud thumping of his boots against the planks, swords clanking noisily at his hip.

"serves 'em right if they wake up," he groused, "putting me up there at this time all of a sudden for no fuckin' reason—"

he cut short as he shoved into his room, raising a brow at the sight that met him as he rid himself of swords and shirt. there you were, curled up in his spot, sleeping soundly like a contented cat.

"the hell you doing in my hammock?" he grumbled under his breath, but zoro slid in beside you anyways, throwing an arm over your shoulders and folding the other behind his head. he didn't mind that you were here — he never did. sleeping beside you was nothing out of the ordinary anymore. he liked it, enjoyed the easy comfort and security that came with you tucked against his side; hearts beating in time, every breath shared.

it was right when zoro was beginning to drift off that he felt you stir awake. cracking open one eye, he watched as you sat up, blinking tiredly. "zo... zoro?"

"what got you up?" he murmured as you yawned and stretched your arms overheard. "m'here, get back to sleep." get back to cuddling me.

"the smell of a pirate who hasn't showered in a week," you joked groggily, rubbing at your eyes. then you froze. shit.

shit!

"no, i fell asleep!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands. how could you? you promised yourself you wouldn't, for him, and now... "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck... i'm sorry." you peeked back up at him, lower lip stuck out.

zoro frowned. "huh? what the hell you apologising for?"

"i was meant to stay up," you said sadly. "to say happy birthday to you. at midnight. that's why i got nami to change your watch..."

rubbing a hand across his face, zoro sat up to look at you properly, blinking sleep away. you went to the trouble of getting his night watch changed and stayed up in his room just to say happy birthday to him? seriously?

he'd be surprised, but really, that was just the kind of stupid, endearing thing you'd do.

and so he laughed.

you blinked at him as his wide shoulders shook with mirth, head tossed back. an embarrassed warmth crept up your neck and you folded your arms, attempting to glare at him even as you fought to hold down a smile. "wh— it's not funny!"

"nah," he grinned at you as his laughter died down. "it's just cute. c'mere."

you yelped in half-protest as zoro grabbed your head to pull into his chest, laying back down with a sigh.

"you don't hafta... stay up until midnight or do shit like that just for me." he uttered after a moment of quiet, brushing his fingers through your hair. "you need your sleep, and i need mine. so just... just wait until morning next year, yeah?"

"i... okay," you sighed, trailing a finger across his chest, drawing mindless patterns over scarred, tawny skin, making him suppress a shiver. "i still have stuff planned for later, though."

"yeah? let's hear it."

"i'm not ruining the surprise, silly. but... i did get you some presents and convinced sanji to bake you a cake. among other things."

zoro snorted. "bet that shitty cook did it for you more than me."

"probably," you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. "don't get jealous that he might love me more than you, it's okay."

the swordsman scoffed, turning you both on your sides with a grunt. "maybe, but he'll never love you as much as i do."

you chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent; steel and sweat with an earthier undertone somewhere beneath. "i love you too, even though you still smell like you've never showered."

zoro barked out a laugh, tightening a thick arm around your waist to pull you further into him. "i'll take a shower for your birthday, how's that sound?"

you peered up at him and wrinkled your nose. he grinned.

"you're gross," you muttered with a smile even as you snuggled further into him. he kissed your forehead and you could feel his own smile against your skin.

"and you still love me."

"lucky you, huh?"

zoro exhaled softly, closing his eyes. "yeah, lucky me."

slowly, quiet draped itself over the two of you like the softest blanket, comforting and warm as the sounds of your breathing lulled each other to sleep after gentle whispers of goodnight and wishes of good dreams. and he rocked you in his arms, like how the gentle waves rocked you from below, mother nature's cradle for her sleeping children as they rested in an embrace so tightly woven with nothing but pure love not even the sharpest sword could ever hope to sever it.

and that morning, when zoro awoke to his dear lover smothering his face with kisses as they pulled him from his sleep with the promise of birthday gifts, he knew with clarity, such a deep, resounding clarity it made his heart ache—

that you, on this day and every other, were the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

nia's ask box is open!

#♡ — nia writes #zoro ♡#this is terribly unorganised and silly #and for that i apologise lmao #its currently 1am and i needed to get something out for the birthday boy #so please enjoy this incoherent jumble of words #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #zoro #zoro x you #zoro x reader fluff #opla zoro x reader fluff #opla roronoa zoro #one piece #one piece x reader #opla x reader

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staff · 1 year

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Horse Friend is now available on iOS and Android. To celebrate that Horse Friend is now available on iOS and Android, Horse Friend wrote you this poem.

That's right, folks. You can now bring your very own Confunglius Brango* to school, to work, or even to the movies. We won't judge. Just tap here, or on that little shop icon on the lower right corner of your screen, and buy yourself the most wonderful gift of all—the gift of friendship with a virtual horse.

You can also give the gift of the prolific pooper to all your friends. A pony for every pocket. Magic.

*Names may—neigh—WILL vary.

#we let Horse Friend make this graphic #and the ad #when you insult the ad you insult Horse Friend #do you know how long it takes for a horse to learn how to spell?#a jumbled word or two is understandable #erorf nieshd #horse friend #features

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gods-favorite-autistic · 29 days

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Imagine like half of Riz’s tattoos are in goblin because he was high off his ass at the time and didn’t think to double check what language he was putting on his skin

#it’s half common half goblin #some tattoos just straight up are written in a jumble #so it’s like every other word for a certain sentence is in goblin #fantasy high #autism (mads) speaks #fhjy #fhsy #riz gukgak #fantasy high sophomore year

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whereporygon · 27 days

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The other day I was talking to @vaultureculture about Kuras' having a bit of owl in his design and that made me look for his 'biblically' accurate form because my memory was fuzzy, but my brain had been cooking for a while already and I needed answers.

After looking at his real form, I have to wonder: are angels in this world really this grotesque, or is it just Kuras?

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If so, is this disfigurement a punishment given before he, willfully, decided to ostricize himself, or is it the effect of him being away from his 'exalted origins' for so long?

His real body seems to stand between rotting corpse and an alien figure - a carcass well-past rigor mortis of an otherwordly creature, yet somehow this thing feels oddly... alive, almost if it were an empty exoskeleton clinging to life out of sheer will or even spite. Or perhaps it is meant to mirror the very essence of this world of decay in it's full, blunt, raw glory.

Maybe it's the effect of his immeasurable guilt, corroding his very essence. Just what did this angel do, or perhaps did not do, to deserve eternal purgatory? What is necessary for a divine being to decide for themselves that they deserve such fate?

Was it even his idea? What if it's somebody else's will that Kuras is carrying out as his own, ever true and loyal to his role as a messenger to the very end? How much of all of this is something he actually wants and thinks by himself he ought to do in order to purge whatever wrongdoing of his?

A MC with The Unnamed background seems to know Kuras (or at least seems to be in tune with a being like him), and a familiarity between the two is hinted at in the demo. Is Kuras always this open with everybody, or is it just with MC? Why was he so familiar with us, to the point he even laughs and MC reacts to his touch like they remember it? Does he just feel that much at ease around us or do we actually know each other, somehow?

What is going on with Kuras?

Is his body decaying due to heavy shame and guilt, or is it just like that, a horrifyingly indecipherable view to anything mundane?

Or is it standing in between worlds, in the limbo between holy and corrupt, never forgetting the past but also never looking forward to the future, that is pulling him apart?

#touchstarved game #touchstarved kuras #There is a set of crying eyes on his side…#I'm sorry if all of this seems jumbled up #but I just had thoughts I needed to share about Kuras lmao #I am very excited to see what are they going to do with him bc it looks *promising*#and like they are going to rip our heart out with this one #also I sort of hope they don't use the word 'sin' to describe whatever he did #it would be a bit on the nose methinks & would take us out of the experience #nothing big tho just a little peeve if anything

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harbingerwren · 1 year

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FULLY REALIZING the blueprint for White Dwarf is just Nagisa/Bebe from PMMM

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LITERALLY. I don’t know fully how those onion character wheels work but if I did make one for WD, Bebe would be right dab center of it all

#jumbled words #white dwarf

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calliecat93 · 7 months

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The Enemy Within is a really good episode when it comes to Kirk and the Triumvirate's dynamic.

In it, we have Kirk split in half. The good half, which has all of Kirk's positive traits but is also indecisive, uncertain, and even a little meek in comparison to normal. The bad Kirk is... well, an unpleasant maniac. Aggressive, impulsive, lack of empathy, all traits that most of us fear. And yet without it, without these negative aspects, Kirk isn't Kirk. A Kirk without any of his bad traits is just as incomplete as a Kirk without the good ones. He needs that decisiveness and aggression to push himself as a captain. To act. To command. We saw it in The Corbomite Manuver and this only helps reinforce it.

On the one hand, Kirk's struggling to function. On the other hand, he's still the captain. He can't allow himself to slip. He can't allow himself to show any weakness. Spock outright reinforces that to him, which in this case imo was the absolute worst move but it's absolutely in character for Spock and for this analysis as we'll see in a moment. Kirk is unwilling to relinquish command, so he tries to force himself to continue. But as time goes, his will continues to falter.

Things really get interesting, however, once they've finally captured the bad Kirk. If you go by production order, this is probably the first time we've had Kirk, Spock, and McCoy in a scene that lasts longer than a few seconds. On the one hand, we have Spock. He delves into how Kirk, without the bad half, is losing his ability to command. He's utterly blunt about it too, which isn't a surprise since this is Spock. The same guy who outright told Kirk not to divulge to the crew the exact details of the situation because it would damage Kirk's captain image and thus provoke a loss of faith by the crew. McCoy practically acts like he's offended on Kirk's behalf. The fact that to him, it sounds like Spock would dare even question Jim and his command ability speaks a LOT. Of course it's Spock's job and Kirk outright told him to do so if he saw him slipping, but McCoy doesn't know that nor would he really care in this instance. He tries to tell Jim that he can still command like he is, but it's clear that they all know that that's not true.

So we have Spock pointing out the facts as they are and telling Kirk that he won't be able to captain soon, his logic utterly sound. Then we have McCoy getitng mad and denying it at first but ultimately admitting to Jim that Spock was right while also assuring him that having these negative traits is not bad. Kirk has his mind telling him one thing, but can't get over his feelings about it after what he's seen. He can't ignore the reality as much as he wants to. He has to accept that as repulsed as he is by seeing his raw darkness, he needs it. He has to accept it to be whole. To be Captain James T. Kirk. Otherwise, he is only half of what he is, and he can't live like that.

But what happens when you have the mind and the heart talking, but the soul is unable to balance it?

After we find out that the merging may kill Kirk from the shock, we have Spock and McCoy arguing again over what to do. All while Kirk sits there, listening to both sides and considering every option, but being unable to decide. The screencap above outright has Kirk in the middle, Spock and McCoy to the side like they were his shoulder angel and devil. They couldn't have symbolized it better if they tried.

On the one hand, we have Spock. It's clear to him that it was shock that killed the unicorn dog, unable to comprehend what all had happened to it when split and forcibly merged back. But Kirk IS able to comprehend it and thus will be able to avoid the same fate. Spock himself struggles with his two sides regularly and is able to manage it... well, he thinks he can anyways, but that's not the point. From his experience, he believes that Kirk can survive and regardless, the landing party will die unless they take the risk of merging Kirk and thus confirming that the transporters are safe once more. As is the duty of the captain.

On the other hand, we have McCoy. With no autopsy completed, he can't be for sure what caused the death and as a doctor he's not going to make a conclusion without it. He's utterly against using the teleporters until the autopsy is complete, at least. He's unwilling to risk Kirk's life without the proof. Plus, if they do it and Kirk dies, then they won't be able to beam up the landing party, and thus they'd die from the cold anyway. He needs absolute certainty before he's willing to allow anything. He's a doctor, so of course he's not going to recklessley allow anyone to risk themselves unless it's himself but shush, but he's especially not risking Jim.

That leaves us with Kirk. He can listen to the two sides. He can weigh the options of the two sides. If he doesn't go through the transporter, his stays split and his men die. But if he does, he has no way of being certain that he'll live. But the key to the Triumvirate is that Spock has his side, McCoy has his side, and Kirk either concedes to one or finds a third option. But he can't. Not at this moment. He has no ability to decide. That essential element is gone. He's still unwilling to relinquish command, and thus neither Spock nor McCoy can make the decision. It has to be Kirk.

Ultimately, the good Kirk chooses to go through the transporter, his men's lives coming before his own. The bad Kirk refuses, trying to abandon his men to save himself. The good Kirk isn't afraid of the risk while the bad Kirk fears for his life. The logical half and the emotional half at odds. In the end, the good Kirk convinces his terrified dark side that it has to be done. Thus, they are brought back together and become whole once more. James T Kirk becomes whole once more.

I have no idea where I'm going with this, and I'm probably reading into this WAAAAY too hard. But in short, just as Kirk needs his two own halves to function, Kirk needs Spock and McCoy as well. He needs Spock to be able to rationalize him and keep him and his head in check. He needs McCoy to be able to process his emotions and to embrace what he otherwise would be unwilling to. He needs both to be able to find that middle ground and make the decision, whether it be right or wrong but a decision nonetheless. Without him as a balance, the two halves are separate. Nothing to balance them out and at war with each other, unable to reconcile. Unable to be function. Unable to be whole.

#star trek #star trek tos #mcspirk #triumvirate #this is all jumbled and all over the place and im sorry #im funcitoning on insomnia rn and was struggling for hours last night trying to make words happen #but hopefully its coherent enough that I made some kind of point

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megabuild · 5 months

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enough of that though. do you guys think etho and scott are narrative foils? i think so too

#mine #i actually do have an essay in my head for this but its super jumbled so DONT ask. because i wont be able to word it.#its about them being total opposites and yet the same things happen to them. over and over.or something #waves my hands

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absurdumsid · 1 month

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slowly getting sick of the horror.... speaks.. like this.... dialogue im shoving that onto dust now

#fanfic authors ily but i will now put ur hc onto a different character teehee #sid rambles #i just i think a lot ok #as a HUGE believer of the dust is korean hc #it just fits #it just fits....#<- like he would struggle to remember words so he needs to pause a little #or. if u are not a korean dust hc believer (i WILL convert u somehow)#<- because he generally does not care for anything other than. his ultimate goal of killing the player he doesnt talk much with others #+ so it results in this sort of. derailed (insane/jumbled u can choose) speech because he has to REMEMBER how to speak (he has been alone #+ for so long)

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scummy-writes · 11 days

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This Is Love

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader (No pronouns/body description, but reader uses a strap on)

Words: 1173

Tags: Pegging, biting, scars, very very very vague spoilers for his route

Intimacy is…odd. Regardless of how coveted it is, witnessing it, letting it sink in that you’re bathed with it, is a strange sensation.

The movements you make are unpracticed, distracted by the awe of having Gilbert stretched out below you. His smile is crooked, still smug despite the flush decorating various parts of his body - cheeks, chest, and the glistening tip of his cock. The ruddiness compliments his lustful gaze and lightly strained breath of his, and with his knees spread apart, your view is graced with the results of your earlier ministrations. His cum is splayed out on his lower stomach in thick spurts, and out of the few trails there is one oozing down his side.

His eyes follow yours, and you know there are unspoken rules that he’s letting you break just for tonight as you both watch droplets stain the bed sheets.

Your palms rest on his inner thighs, covering a myriad of bites and hickeys you’ve left him, and Gilbert sighs. Pleasant, a twinge of excitement for what’s to come. His patience is being tested, but he just eyes the strap-on you wear, licking his lips, and you know he’s remembering the taste of it from just moments ago.

After all the time spent trying to tease him, you finally begin to ease the tip of the dildo into him, watching as his expression sinks into relief. His eyes close, eyebrows drawn as pleasure and hints of pain mix together. An intoxicating sight to witness; the conquering beast’s mouth hung open in a long groan of your name, taking every inch you give him with a lazy eagerness.

You’re almost jealous of the toy, for drawing out sights your fingers couldn’t bring forth, but you’re too enamored with the vision before you, how it pales in comparison to your idle daydreams.

Although he’d rather not, you give him time to adjust. Ignoring how his legs wrap around your hips seductively, you lean to take kisses from his bruised lips. Gilbert smiles into the lazy kisses, nipping yours, goading for rougher movements, for bruises etched into his skin.

With difficulty, you maneuver against his bites. Lapping against his tongue, moving past to claim his jaw, his neck. Yet Gilbert persists. He uses what leverage he can to try and get your hips to move, to nudge you into forgoing kindness with him, distracting you with teeth and nails in the hopes that your thoughts will cloud with lust.

For a moment, your hips do falter- you push deep into him, wrangling another gasp from his lips. And in that second, you pull back, keeping a hand on his chest so he can��t follow.

“That mouth of yours is dangerous.”

Gilbert grins with that chuckle of his, uncaring that he’d been caught.

“Mmmh, I’m curious how you plan to handle that?”

Nails scratched the fabric of the pillowcase as Gilbert’s body arched, a shuddering moan muffled once more. Each slow thrust you delivered had him melting beneath you, yet still clearly trying to keep his lucidity. He would force his breathing to steady, to bite lip or pillow to stifle the noises that came out unbidden.

Bemused, you placed a biting kiss between his shoulder blades in an attempt for his control to falter, to encourage pliancy. And another. And another. Until a trail of crimson decorated his neck, melding with his flushed skin.

His breathing was turning ragged, his face buried as he gripped the pillow tighter. As if following a buried instinct, you thrust harder as your name weakly left his lips. With each pump, Gilbert’s body shuddered, tensing so tight as he braced himself for the movement rather than accepting it eagerly. It was only reassurances that coaxed his face out from fabric, and you were allowed a glimpse of how his eyes watered, at the saliva coating his bitten lips.

“Relax for me- relax.”

His hazy gaze can hardly meet yours, and it seems so far away from the Gilbert you’ve known. A blink, two, and that tension within him eases. His grip is present, but loosens, and a deep groan finally escapes. His eye rolls back, hips now trying to meet yours as your thrusts push further into him. Now, he uses forearms for leverage. Now, his moans leak out alongside his precum, mutterings of your name, murmurs for more.

You give it to him, watching his lapse of control, how he accepts it. Accepts the tremors overtaking him, a broken groan as he allows himself to cum on your cock. He stills, to catch his breath, watching his cock dribble out the last bit of pleasure he can manage.

Though the stimulation is clearly shaking him, Gilbert huffs as he pushes his hips back impatiently. He’s eager to drown in this ecstasy that only you’ve given him, using the last of his strength to fuck himself more.

With hands on his hips, you encourage him. Between kisses and praises along his neck and jaw, you meet his desperate pumps until he stops with a strangled cry, melting into the sheets once more.

Coaxing him through his breathing, your hand slides along his lower back as you ease your cock out of him, enjoying the gasp he lets you hear. It’s only then that you realize that a beast lays beneath you, lost among pleasure.

A beast with bloodstained claws, who would bare its teeth on a whim. Wheezing your name while your hand hesitantly traces the faint scars on his back, your breath slowing as you gaze at the more vibrant scratches along his shoulders and sides.

Lapses in his guard were a rare gift, even after all this time, and each one left a pit in your stomach, twisting as you remembered past promises you had sworn to keep. You're not happy at the memory, wanting to just bask in the fact that he relinquished himself to you in this moment. That it was your touch delivering this unknown pleasure onto him.

Your finger moves down his spine in idle thought, your high ebbing away with each new thought. Even after such a session, his body is already losing the heat you had provided.

Gilbert’s lips drop your name more insistently as his palm pats among the sheets, searching for your hand in his. When you give it, there’s a lack of strength in his grip. His eye meets yours, struggling to focus as he bathes in the afterglow. He doesn’t speak, exhaustion catching up, but once you’re in his sight, in his grasp, his eyelid slowly falls.

With it, the pit in your stomach fades, the breath you didn't realize you were holding as well.

Gilbert was a beast, undoubtedly so. But underneath, there was still that softness deep inside, one that he succeeded in hiding at times: Your Gil. Stretched out in front of you, with trust and love.

You lean over to brush his bangs from his sweaty forehead, a faint smile overtaking you, relieved at the warmth that lingers.

.................... this isn't really insanely sexy....

Well! [Clasps hands] its a pegging fanfic. It has details. I have had multiple people look over this (thank you @crystal13unny , @solomons-poison , @m-mmiy , and @drewadoodle !!!), and I am still conflicted about a lot of this. Because of that, some day in the future I may try to write another Gilbert pegging fanfic that focuses more on the smut aspect. Or, if not a pegging fanfic, then him getting plowed in some way.

I may also... rename this and reuse the title for a different fanfic in the future. Maybe not, but i Might.

Thank you for readin! Would love to hear any (positive) thoughts you guys had with it. Otherwise, if you did not enjoy it, pls leave me alone regarding it.

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maliciousalice · 10 days

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@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!

👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

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There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

#I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS WALL OF TEXT I HAVE A LOT TO SAY AND I THINK ABOUT THIS DARN SHOW A LOT #also my bad it's mostly voyager but it's my true love #hope you can make sense of this I'm fairly illiterate and writing is so hard for me lol that's why i write more than is probably necessary #i like the other trek shows but this one is something special if you know what i mean #appreciate you if you read all this MWAH MWAH #thankyou for the ask thresholdbb ily!!!#Thresholdbb #Kathryn Janeway #janeway #star trek voyager #star trek prodigy #st:voy #kate mulgrew #no sources for this you just gotta trust im a big fat expert :^)#i really need an editor my dyslexic-a jumbles up and forgets words when i write its so embarassing #i have a pretty large collection of pictures now but i could always use more #i also should probably save videos where i can because they get buried / removed from the internet

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