A bit of an analysis on q!slime as a character throughout Purgatory
So q!slime obviously lost his mind and was the first to lose himself (changing skin, gas mask cult) he also found himself a family that he never really had before. Even before quesadilla island he was alone and then on the island he forced himself into isolation because he blamed himself for tilín.
during purgatory he learned that he didn’t need to have JuanaFlippa around to be happy, he even had a second chance with q!Marianna. But he had a family, one that was brought together by their struggles and they all needed each other.
But then, when they were all together facing down the eggs he was the first to step back and look at what was happening. And you could see that he realised he was losing his family, that they had more important things to worry about now. So as soon as he could, he ran and made his way to the boat because he HAD to get back to JuanaFlippa because he needed her again.
Anyway his character is so tragic and I need more people to be interested in his lore because he’s excluded from so many things for some reason
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autistic lesbian who can’t stop rambling and her himbo bisexual bestie who is a father figure to many
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girls want big monsters and big robots and swagger man slightly dirty wiping his face
GIRLS JUST WANT TO BE DRIFT COMPATIBLE WITH CHARLIE HUNNAM AND HIS CONCAVE STOMACH COVERED IN DIRT WIPING HIS FACE WITH HIS OWN DIRTY SHIRT
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AND CHARLIE LOVED PERCY SO MUCH THAT HE LET HER GO. Talk about unconditional, unwavering, deep down true compassion for someone. Ridiculous.
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halloween prompts- Treats
“Are any kids even knocking on our door?”
Tabitha shoots Jughead a glare with a slight grin on her face. “You never know. Maybe there’s a family that lives in the building.”
“Or maybe that family took their children out for trick-or-treating. No one hands out candy in an apartment,” he shoots back with a teasing tone.
She shrugs, draping her arm around his shoulder. “You don’t know that for sure. There’s still all night.”
Tabitha runs her hand down his shoulder as he glares at her. “This is a form of torture, you know? A whole bowl of treats and you’re not letting me grab one.”
She laughs at Jughead’s melodramatics and leans into him. “I’m sure you and your stomach can wait.”
He isn’t truly mad at her. He can’t be, when she cares so deeply for him with her words, her actions, her touch and sometimes, it feels, like her soul as well.
It’s a beautiful soul, Jughead thinks. Full of kindness and care and love. For the town. For the people she loved. For him.
“I think you’re wrong,” he responds, smiling to show her that he’s teasing. “I think I need something sweet now.”
“That I can give you,” Tabitha states, shifting to face Jughead fully now, then planting a kiss on his lips.
He deepens their kiss, exploring her taste, which is inherently sweet, he notes to himself.
A knock on the door abruptly sounds. They break apart and Tabitha moves to get up. “See? Kids.”
Jughead watches her walk to the door to answer it and just before she opens it to hear the chants of “Trick-or-treats”s, he calls to her, “And they’re spoiling my time with you. What’s next for these pesky children?” just to hear her laughter again.
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