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#i like to think that to THEM it just changed the background behind his pettiness and manipulation
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don’t ever let go
꒰ erik lensherr x fem!reader ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
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⌞ plot: sort of hurt comfort when erik finds his rather irritable posing s/o going through a nightmare ⌝
warnings: nightmares, angst sort of (fluff end dw)?
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People with contradictory world view and general thinking are bound to be engaged in petty disagreements. As strongly opinionated as Erik was he never got along with one certain mutant. Erik and y/n, always fighting, at each other’s throats. Most times they were rather entertaining scene creators at the Xavier’s institute, clashes were famous with the most colourful language used amongst the students. However Charles grew tired of this, best minds he knew were always bickering and fighting. Petty fights and little grudges turn ugly if pit against each other on battleground. God forbid that situation ever arises but Charles bad seen enough falling apart within his own to know how much could go wrong.
So, to get them along he paired the two to gather intel on some government bills at the procession gala held at Berlin. He was persuasive but not god, after all it was the hardest task in the world to get erik and y/n sit for dinner at the same table let alone go halfway across the world and pose as a couple, stay in one place and not blow cover? Charles came with the most believable persuading story as he could, lied the Oval Office asked for the two to specifically attend the mission this and that and it was a long afternoon trying to convince the two but the professor won in the end.
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That is how Erik and her ended up in Berlin, the moment they were alone, not posing anymore their smiles and in-love act completely dropped. Shutting the hotel door behind him Erik sighed. It was a whole week of these galas and charity events, back from their first one and y/n was already growing tired of Erik. “You know I kind of hated how you manhandled me back there.” She complained as she leaned on the wall for support and removed her heels.
“What?” He asked confused as he removed his blazer and draped it on the sofa chair “What are you talking about I did no such thing” he said not exactly recalling anything like that.
“You said something to that senator in French and then grabbed me close to you to kiss my forehead like I was on the run from you-who does that?” Y/n said, she didn’t speak French so she didn’t understand what the conversation was on about regardless the moment she recalled, she wasn’t even standing that far away for him for him to yank her close to him like that.
“A husband?” Erik said raising brows as he exaggerated in obviousness removing his cufflinks.
“With the grace of a woodcutter?” She scoffed as she rolled her eyes at him, it’s not like she minded that, the two posed like that the entire night at the event it’s just that erik would time and time loose his cool and she didn’t want any casualties further into these galas “it would look like I’m your hostage instead of wife can’t you try and look gentler somehow?”
“You just made that up.” Erik said as he shook his head disregarding her suggestion “The senator made a rather vulgar comment about you in French by the way, instead of adding to it I held you close. Would you rather I laugh along with him and appear rather crass?”
“you can try but you can’t really change what you are” Y/n mumbled with a stifled chuckle at her own jab as she stood by the dressing table mirror removing her jewellery.
“I heard that.” He responded giving her a disappointed look but she just laughed at it anyways. He changed out of his shirt as they’d conversed. Not engaging in silly debates anymore y/n went to the adjoining bathroom to change out of her dress.
Erik worked on gathering some background on the guests of the events they’d met and conversed with, information in context of intel they had so far whilst y/n updated Charles via a long email, two emails, one of the intel and other how much insufferable Erik was.
Their third day in Berlin went remotely same, night however was about to be different. Y/n was settling their bed, the first two nights they took turns on the sofa but it turned out to be very uncomfortable to sleep in so they decided to share the bed. Erik glanced up from his laptop as y/n was setting up a pillow wall on the bed “That is so childish.” He commented.
“Yeah yeah” y/n said as she rolled her eyes, making clear partition of the bed. “Do not invade my side alright?”
Erik couldn’t help but laugh at the use of ‘invade’ “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He said as he turned his attention back to the laptop. He decided to stay up rather late that night even after y/n retreated to bed. He would joke that it was easier to work after she was sleep and before she was awake as if he secretly didn’t hate the absence her ramblings brought.
An hour or so had passed, Y/n was sound asleep as he decided to wind up. He left to clean the desk, brush his teeth and wind down. When he came to bed he was met with y/n mumbling in her sleep, tossing and turning on her side of the bed.
His gaze softened when he realised she might be going through a nightmare. It seemed difficult, whatever she was seeing, he couldn’t understand her words but he caught a few pleading syllables here and there. “y/n…hey wake up” he cooed softly as he tried to wake her up, he gently placed his hands on her shoulder. “Hey-you’re just dreaming y/n…wake up.” He spoke and she got up almost instantly, breathing heavily.
She sat up trying to get used to the surroundings again, always the same thing. She hated when those dreams resurfaced revolving around her most despised horror. Erik had heard from Charles of what she’d been through when she was new, he didn’t know she was impacted to this scale. “Are you alright?” His voice arose another bad feeling inside of her. She didn’t want to be perceived as a weakling in front of him. When they’d argue he’d often call her that, not that she wouldn’t call him worse back but she would hate if he found out about this ordeal. She didn’t want to appear weak.
Getting out of the bed hurriedly she rushed to the table stand, feeling a bit dizzy after how fast she stood up and how fast she was trying to comprehend everything. She tried to pour herself a glass of water shakily. Her train of thoughts ran as she tried not to have a break down, her heart beat fast from the visuals of the nightmare still fresh in her mind. Erik was quick to pace up to her “Hey look at me” he spoke taking the jug of water out of her hands given she was struggling to pour it properly.
“Are you alright?” Erik repeated his question and he could note how she was still too shaken to answer correctly and fine enough.
“Y-yeah-“ she could muster out as she tried to level her breathing which didn’t seem to work apparently.
“Y/n.” He spoke leaning lower to meet her eyes since she avoided eye contact with him, “look at me” he spoke as he placed comforting hands by biceps to hold her upright. “Deep breaths with me, come on.” He spoke as he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. He rubbed her back as she was still slightly trembling guiding her to breathe evenly.
After a few moments when she tried to fake the best proper composure she could she nodded, “I’m alright thanks” she said very softly afraid she might tear up any moment. Ever so tired and scared of her recurring nightmares, just when she thought it was getting better. Why would it not leave her alone? Why couldn’t she move past it?
Erik wasn’t a mind reader but the look on her face read enough for him at the moment, “y/n” he sighed “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I said it’s fine-“ she said with an exhale however her breaking voice and avoiding stare said something else. She couldn’t hold it back anymore as the brimming tears surfaced out of her eyes. She held her head in her hands weeping into them. Erik didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arm around her in a comforting manner, “I-I’m not this soft alright I’m not-I’m not weak” she told him like she had to justify her crying.
“Hey hey hey-“ he cooed as he pulled away just to see her face again, “who says you’re weak? This is completely alright.” He reasoned with her as she cried.
“No I—I just-“ she didn’t exactly know how well she could phrase this out for him. How much terrified she was of what she kept seeing in her dream, from her past, haunting her again and again and how much she didn’t want him to think she was this much of a mess.
“You are not weak, y/n. You are anything but weak. It’s difficult going through a nightmare but you’re really strong, you made out of it see” he talked to her patiently in a very encouraging manner as he wiped her tears with his sleeve.
“It felt so real-“ she choked up as she tried her best to stop crying, Erik took her into his arms, giving her a hug as he spoke sweet nothings to him.
She cried and trembled in his arms unable to speak coherently until she soothed her crying, he held her throughout it. “I am just so tried Erik…” she said as he pulled away to look at her face.
He removed the hair in front of her face, tucking it behind her ear, “is it always this bad?” He asked her, feeling really awful how much she’d had gone through already and even then in sleep she wasn’t left alone of it. Y/n nodded as she wiped the tears off her face, she wasn’t so phased by ‘this’ bad given she was used to them now.
“Is it frequent?” He asked, his softened gaze holding her trouble one.
“Not as frequent but-it comes and goes, I just can’t escape it.” She said with a dejected sigh. “I am used to it I just wish I was—properly used to it. I wish I wasn’t this affected…”
“Nobody should have to be used to this y/n it’s difficult, really difficult.” He told her as he held her hands in his softly. “It’s bound to affect you, in the worst way it’s made you…you. Surely doesn’t define you but it defines your strength, your courage. You are truly strong.”
“But I’m afraid Erik” she told him looking away, “I am exhausted of being this afraid.”
“And that’s fine.” He replied holding her hands in his a little tighter to impose the exaggeration of his words, “It takes strength to keep going, even more to be afraid and still keep going and you have done that job very well y/n.” He spoke as he kissed her forehead with a comforting smile adorning his face, reflecting how proud he was she made it through. “Let me help you?”
Y/n took a deep breath as she nodded, she felt rather safe in his help. In his presence and his touch, it was as comforting as it was safe. He helped her through that night, holding her close staying awake until she eventually fell asleep in his arms and he didn’t want to ever let go.
HIIII I hope you have a good day pls pls pls let me know if anyone wants to read more erik pieces! Requests are open too🕺
Feed back is desperately appreciated :)
Go drink water. Now. Or you will stub your toe in a corner in the next 10 seconds.
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viaviv124 · 3 months
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Wolf in Sheep's Clothing - Set It Off I can't animate for shit so i basically wrote a "Script" how i would imagine each scene. This is in the context of my Evil Luigi AU thingy
"Beware beware, be skeptical"
Zoom into the castle
"The smiles, the smiles, the painted gold"
Peach and Mario talking while smiling
"Deceit so natural"
It turns dark, Mario and Peach look around confused and startled
"But a wolf in sheep′s clothing is more than a warning"
Luigi appears with his ghosts, giving Mario and Peach wide eyes
2 Ghosts crudely disguised as Mario and Peach, almost in an insulting manner actually
"Bla bla black sheep, have you any soul?"
Mario ghost seems overly oblivious, delivering the line with an over exaggerated innocence
"No sir, by the way what the hell are mortals?"
Peach ghost with the same played innocence while moving and posing dramatically
"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick"
Luigi behind Mario
"Jill's a little whore and her alibies are turning tricks"
Luigi taking Marios head and makes him look at Peach, his mouth at Mario's ear
"So could you..."
Luigi moving away from them
"Tell me how you′re sleeping easy"
Luigi looking incredibly spiteful
"How you're only thinking of yourself"
Cut to Mario & Peach as they shrink away slightly, having some sort of fear and disbelief in their eyes
"Show me, how you justify"
Luigi crosses his arms
"Telling all your lies like second nature"
Cut to a pic of basically black Peach and Mario silhouettes with only a big white grin visible seemingly whispering something to Luigi (pre villain arc drip obv)
"Listen, mark my words one day"
Shot of Luigi towering menacingly
"You will pay,"
Luigi holding electricity in one hand
"you will pay"
Mario and Peach looking scared
"Karma's gonna come collect your debt"
Some boos get around Mario and Peach, telling them that
The short instrumental shows Mario & Peach running away, the last Note before the lyrics showing a close up of Luigi smirking (you cant see the eyes and the upper part of the face you can see slightly has this typical anime shadow)
"Oh well, oh well you stalk your prey"
Luigi walking through the halls with his Ghosts
"With criminal mentality"
Just a creepy shot of the inside of a dark closet Luigi opens (and basically jumpscares) with a smirk, before frowning bc no one was in there
"You sink your teeth into the people you depend on"
Luigi dismissively looking at a portait of peach before zapping it to ashes
"Infecting everyone, you′re quite the problem"
Peach in her hiding space with Mario, holding her hands over her mouth and screwing her eyes shut, tears in the corners
Cut back to boo's in the hallway
"Fee fi fo fum,"
One boo swaying from side to side
"better run and hide"
Same boo with a nasty grin
"I smell the blood"
Another boo grinning
"of a petty little coward"
Another inside of a closet but this time you can make out Mario's head on the bottom of the screen as the boo slams the closet open
"Jack be lethal,"
Luigi suddenly appears behind them, shoving Mario out
"Jack be slick"
The boo drags Peach out
"Jill will leave you lonely dying in a filthy ditch"
A shot of peach alone looking up terrified as boos surround her
"So could you...
Tell me how you′re sleeping easy
How you're only thinking of yourself
Show me, how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words one day"
This scene is effectively the same as before with just a few tiny changes to fit the new background basically and that Mario and Peach arent in frames together anymore.
"You will pay,"
Just Luigi with a spiteful expression
"you will pay"
Expression hardens
"Karma′s gonna"
Mario looking terrified, a small text next to him saying 'Luigi...'
"come collect your debt"
Luigis gaze gradually softens as he looks at Mario
"Maybe you'll change"
Luigi kneels down to Mario
"Abandon all your wicked ways"
Luigi helps him up
"Make amend and start anew again"
Luigi smiles sadly as Mario tears up, also smiling slightly
"Maybe you′ll see,"
Hold earlier frame
"all the wrongs you did to me"
Luigi closes his eyes (bit like it's the ^ closed instead of the v closed if that makes sense), also has slight tears in the corners of his eyes now
"And start all over,"
They hug, Mario holds onto him tightly
"start all over"
Luigi opens his eyes with a cold expression
"Ha ha,"
Close up to Luigis face with an insane expression
"who am I kidding?"
Close up to Mario, he opens his eyes, shocked
"Now let's not get overzealous here"
Luigi pushes Mario off, he falls to the ground. He holds his head for a second before looking up
"You′ve always been"
Luigi looking down at Mario resentfully
"a huge piece"
Luigi's face gets gradually more angry
"of shit"
Luigi steps hard on Marios hand
"If I could kill you"
Luigi has an uninterested face, uses electro hand to hold some lightnings
"I would"
Luigi gets on Mario's Level, holding his hand dangerously close to his face, he has a slight grin
"But it's frowned upon in all 50 states"
Luigi sighs, desummons the electricity and gets back up
"Having said that,"
Luigi smiles kindly with his eyes closed
"burn in hell"
Luigi holds his hands up, electricity fills the room, the crystals on his brooch and crown glow as more and more Ghosts appear
"So tell me how you're sleeping easy
How you′re only thinking of yourself
Show me, how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, mark my words one day
You will pay, you will pay
Karma′s gonna come collect your debt
Karma's gonna come collect your debt
(Oh, oh, oh)
Karma′s gonna come collect your debt"
No idea for that but just a bunch of ghosts (and Luigi) bullying Mario and Peach as the two of them are horrified
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summary: one day, you decide to treat yourself to get your nails done. little do you know, you’re in for a huge upheaval in your life—filled with so much comfort, patience, and paper cranes. And it’s all because of that purple-eyed nail tech.
pairing: nail tech!seungkwan x gn!reader
wordcount: 2.0k
genre: fluff, barely-there angst
au: nail salon, origami, low fantasy
rating: pg-13
warnings: mentions of an ex, mentions of revenge (but it’s for comedic effect), brief frustration
note: i had so much fun writing this one! (it’s totally not inspired by my new nails hehe) i hope you enjoy! and pls comment your guesses for what you think seungkwan and the reader are! i’d love to see them
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The bell jingled, signalling your arrival. You smelled antiseptic cleaner and chemicals as soon as you walked in, paying no mind to the few patrons getting their hair or nails done. You heard pieces of conversations as you walked by, and the sound of low chatter was near-constant background noise which added to the salon’s entire ambience. When you reached the front counter, the receptionist gave you a welcoming smile, before sliding his glasses up his nose and directing you to sit down.
You looked around aimlessly as you waited, eavesdropping on some conversations happening around you. After a while you got tired of doing that, so you started drumming your fingers as you watched the clock tick down.
“Y/n?” A voice called out, before a brunette strolled out from behind the counter. You nodded. “Welcome, my name’s Seungkwan. What are we doing today?”
“Gel extensions, and a little nail art,” you replied as you stood up.
He nodded before he directed you to take a seat at his station. He plopped down on the other side of the table, and while he was setting everything up, you looked at all the bottles neatly lined up behind him.
There was everything from hair serums to fake talons and clay polish. You weren’t sure where to look because there was just too much to look at.
“Before we get started, did you have any—sensitivities or preferences I should be aware of?” he asked, reaching for your hand.
You took a moment to think it over before nodding once, “you can just do regular gel nails, as long as there is no glitter, gold, metallics, or precious metals in it.”
You saw a flash of recognition in his eyes as he tried to figure out what you were before he smiled and assured you he would accommodate your preferences. After talking over your chosen colour and shape, he started working diligently as he prepped your nails for the first base coat.
“What made you decide to get your nails done today?” he asked casually, trying to fill the silence with small talk to make you more comfortable.
You just shrugged back, “nothing really. I just thought it’d be cool to have long nails, especially ones with a cool theme or something.”
He made an affirmative hum as he nodded his head, “yeah, I’ve seen some really cool designs in Hongdae. Some people go really crazy with them.”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” you laughed before refocusing on your hands, so they wouldn’t bump into anything, “I’ve seen people with nails as long as a walking cane—“
“Oh man, you wouldn’t even want to see the Guinness World Record for longest nails,” he said with a shiver. “I felt kinda grossed out when I first saw how long they were.”
You grimaced before he quickly changed the subject, chattering about work, and you in turn proceeded to tell him about your own work chronicles and love life.
“Dang, your ex sounds like a jerk,” he muttered as he filed your nails down. “I hope you left him after that.”
“I did, don’t worry,” you replied quickly. “I still feel sad, though. I wish I could’ve gotten revenge on him or something. I know it’s petty, but I just wish I could’ve gotten the last laugh.”
His bottom lip jutted out in concentration before he furrowed his brows and looked at you. “Why not? You can just go to his house and clog all his sinks with origami cranes.”
You blinked at him for a second, “are you serious? Paper cranes? I don’t even know how to fold a piece of paper without ripping it.”
“Maybe it’s time to learn,” he shrugged, before directing you to put your right hand into the dryer once more. “It’s said in Japanese legends that you will receive a wish if you fold a thousand paper cranes by the time you die.”
“What would I even do with all those cranes if I made them?” you muttered to yourself.
“Clog your ex’s sink with them,” Seungkwan replied with a mischievous smirk. “That’s what I did and it worked. All the affection I felt for them disappeared the moment they turned into a literal Godzilla and started smashing things.”
You nodded, “I’ll consider it.”
He smiled, “and if you ever need help folding them, just let me know and I’ll be happy to help.”
You couldn’t hear anything for a moment as you looked at his bright expression, duly nodding along to his words. As he painted little designs on your nails, time was nowhere to be found. The minutes flew by traitorously fast, and you were surprised when he eventually proclaimed them done.
When you checked them over, there was nothing you could find to extend your visit any longer. Your nails looked great—long, but not too long, in a shade that complimented your skin tone and made your hands look bejewelled in colour.
“They look perfect, thank you,” you said at last, before getting up and bowing politely.
“It was my pleasure,” he replied, returning your bow and directing you toward the front counter. “I hope to see you again soon, so you can enrapture me with the continuation of that story.”
He winked at that, before going back to his station and cleaning up. You grinned at that.
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“These things are stupid!” you exclaimed, as you failed for the nth time at folding an actual paper crane. You were just about ready to chuck out all the special origami paper in your house out of frustration. No matter how many YouTube tutorials, origami manuals, or lessons you went through, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how to make the beak look like, well, a beak.
“This is stupid, why do I even bother?” you sighed, crumpling up another failed attempt. Why did you even bother? For a cute nail tech? Because you wanted to upset your ex?
Nothing really made sense to you—how could you let a nail tech’s charm and affinity for mischief sway you into doing something so immature and stupid? Maybe he was doing something magically—perhaps he was a goblin or a nine-tailed fox out to wreak havoc in your life.
But something told you he was being genuine. You weren’t sure what it was—maybe it was simply that intuition which came with living so long in a world as unpredictable as this.
You looked back at the crumpled papers messily thrown around your table. It pained you to do this—yet, you trekked on. You searched for another tutorial, following it down to a T, pausing often to make sure everything looked right.
Before you knew it, you had finished a few cranes, not noticing the passing of time. Your new nails made it so easy to fold—they were great for making the folds more defined and crisp.
It was actually quite therapeutic you realized, as you continued to fold and fold, no longer thinking about your frustrations or anything else that was bothering you—like your ex. It was a welcome change, since every time you looked around your apartment, you’d always see all the little things he left behind, and it reminded you of when he left you.
But today, your attention was completely focused on the cranes, which continued to populate your table. They sprawled all over your living room, covering up the tablecloth he gave you, spilling past the rug he bought you on your second anniversary, and overflowing into the flowerpots his mother donated to you when you first moved in…
It was like the space grew homier, as though the missing person who resided in your walls had finally come home. The little cranes greeted you when you came home after a long day, they chased away the loneliness that used to seep into the doorways, along the baseboards, and through the walls.
It was like you had a thousand tiny friends waiting for you, always waiting for you.
Over the next three weeks, your house was completely overflowing with hundreds, if not thousands, of tiny little cranes. You often folded them on your breaks, when you got home from work, or while watching videos in the morning. Soon, you lost count of how many you made because on every vacant surface, there were colourful little cranes waiting for you. You even gave a few to your friends and family thank you gifts. Your friends were surprised, to say the least—nobody ever expected you of all people to enjoy origami.
Safe to say, when you returned to the nail salon to get your nails filled, you had enough paper cranes to fill an entire apartment in the middle of Seoul to the brim. Literally—everywhere you stepped, you somehow managed to step on one of your tiny paper cranes. Every inch of your apartment was crawling with them.
“Ah Y/n, you’re back!” Seungkwan exclaimed once he came out from the back. “How’s it going?”
“Good,” you replied as he set up, “I have an update for you.”
He raised his brows before recognition lit up his eyes as you handed him a purple and green crane. “You made them! How was it?”
You smiled, looking at him warmly, “It really helped, actually. Even if I didn’t trash my ex’s apartment with them, folding them really helped me feel better.”
“I’m glad,” he said warmly, returning your smile.
He started working on your nails, removing the remnants of colour and filing them down to a more manageable length. You two continued to make small talk as he worked, and when you showed him the next design you were looking for, he complimented you on your taste—which made you blush profusely.
“Hey, can I tell you something?” you asked after a moment. He hummed to show he was listening as he painted. “You asked me last time why I got my nails done that day, and I just said that I liked the designs I saw.”
You hesitated for a second before continuing, “Actually, it wasn’t just about the design. I felt really low, and I just couldn’t help but internalize everything my ex said to me when we broke up. I just felt hollow and like I was leading a very meaningless life. He was a part of my hoard, and losing him felt like I lost one of my most priceless treasures. But I don’t know, I just wanted to say thank you?” you took a shaky breath before looking at him. He paused painting for a moment. “You really made me feel better about everything, you even gave me something new to add to my hoard. And I just think that being able to talk about it and fold those cranes really gave me a boost.”
He smiled, “You don’t have to thank me Y/n. I’m glad I could help, but I think a lot of your improvement and growth happened because of you. Please don’t discredit yourself because this is your own achievement. I hope you know that I am proud of you.”
You couldn’t control the tears that slipped out, and he just smiled softly, nodding at your whispered ‘thank you’ before you instinctively reached to wipe them away. But before you could completely pull away, he let go and offered you a tissue. “May I? I don’t wanna wreck your beautiful nails”
You nodded, as he gently reached over to wipe your tears, “You’re gonna be okay Y/n.”
You didn’t need to see the purple in his eyes to truly believe him because you trusted him more than anything, “I know.”
Every fibre of your being agreed—your heart, your brain and most importantly your nails, which (if you looked at them closely enough), showed the fluttering wings of a purple and green, origami crane.
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I absolutely loved your headcanon for zhongli! If possible can you make one for Alhaitham?
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First off, I'm just going to put this trailer here because I actually think this is a good primer on Alhaitham in general and I just think it's really cool. It shows a lot more casual side of all the characters there.
I will preface this in that, I'm behind and only just finished the Nahida Archon quest and this is before I've played his solo quest, so somethings could change or be outdated. I'm just going off of the information that I have.
In a lot of ways, Alhaitham has a lot more potential in the burp category. He's incredibly intelligent, short tempered, and full of sass. Others may think he has a lack of emotion but I don't think that's the case really. He's blunt and straightforward and would rather be left alone or relax so he can read or think. I laugh that his least favorite food is soup because it's hard to eat it and read at the same time.
But Alhaitham is sarcastic often or at the very least sardonic and can even be petty when it comes to his roommate Kaveh or others. He's often the smartest person in the room and while he may not look like he's having fun, he definitely enjoys some jokes or a plan going well. Even if he doesn't always express it. He's mostly a no nonsense, cut to the chase kind of guy.
So how does all of this affect burps? Well in a lot of ways. First off, despite having a background in linguistics, he is well read in all manners of science and more. Not only that, but Alhaitham is a thinker, easily able to access the situation and take the appropriate course of action. Not only would Alhaitham know a lot about the digestive system, but he would know about anatomy, acoustics, and construction. So if there was an occasion where he needed or wanted to burp, he would have wonderful control.
Alhaitham would be able to make them sound however he wanted to, be it to suppress them if he was in the appropriate setting or to suddenly surprise everyone with one that would echo through the halls of the Akademiya. If he knew you were into burps, then heaven help you because he would show he's the best belcher around and tease you relentlessly. Or if someone else was burping, then whoops, he'd let one fly louder than that. All eyes would turn to him and he'd just respond with "Is there a problem?" Seeing his abs and his knowledge, I expect that he'd be able to burp on command and even be able to control his gas well enough that he could say whole phrases as a burp if he saw fit.
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But Alhaitham can be an absolute brat when he wants to be. He definitely doesn't like to be told no or above playing tricks on others. If he's told he needs to have manners and thought the request was rude, you better believe your night is going to be full of burps that are rude and crass and interrupt your dinner. Or burping and blaming it on someone else, especially with his control might make it seem like someone else did it. You can also better believe if Kaveh complained about his belches, he's letting it loose all damn day to spite him. For fun. He's definitely one to pull a belch that would wake the dead in their house (potentially doing it by sneaking up behind Kaveh and letting it rip) with Kaveh scolding him like "The NERVE. Where are your manners!? How would you feel if I told everyone that the Scribe of Sumeru was so crass and vulgar as to burp so monstrously as to knock photos off the wall?" Then Alhaitham would come up close, burp in his face and say "Nobody would ever believe you," before leaving with Kaveh getting huffy.
Believe it or not, I think because of his voracious reading that Alhaitham has quite a bit of knowledge when it comes to lewd acts and knows how to wield things as emotional weapons. Kama Sutra the scholarly book lol. So he would definitely know how to flirt and entice someone with belches or know when to let one rip after a big meal and patting his stretched abs. He'd know at least on paper about kinks and would appropriately know how to make someone melt, even if it's just for his own amusement (with probably full denial afterward when confronted). Alhaitham is also not a bad actor or above roleplay when required when he wants to.
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The other thing to mention that we see from the trailer is that he's not afraid to drink either. I think Alhaitham doesn't like to party much, preferring smaller gatherings, and doesn't let his guard down. But when it's something full of friends, then I think he's liable to eat too much and get drunk. He probably doesn't get drunk often, but when he does, all of what I've said goes out the window. I think he's mostly a sleepy drunk, falling asleep when he feels comfortable. Stuffed with food and drink, he might fall asleep right at the table or in his chair. I do think in this case, he's more likely to have a severe case of the hiccups, but mostly he'll let out small burps, not knowing what he's doing or rubbing his belly and trying to get them out. he may remember he's in good company and try to cover his mouth to suppress the gas, which only makes them reverberate in his chest and sound even deeper. It's possible he may do even more irresponsible things in this rare state like participate more in a burping contest with less inhibitions and control but it's hard to say.
The big difference is his bigger burps are low and airy, usually deep and loud with a lot of force but dry unless he wanted to be wet or after a meal. His drunken state or overly stuffed state is when he has small short burps that are higher pitched but wet and from true intestinal distress. But you better have some evidence of this happening because Alhaitham will deny that he was ever in a kind of state, and potentially use his connections to make sure any evidence you have are promptly destroyed.
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cookieeks-art · 3 months
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I have had this one laying around unfinished for a while now, and I have no idea when I’ll finish this, so here’s an rough WIP animatic w/ Arthur and villain Edda!
(ID is under cut)
[ID:
A rough animatic, with grey background and sketches drawn in dark teal. Occasionally white text shows up on screen to depict what the character is saying.
An eye opens, and the scene zooms out to my oc Edda (A chubby woman, with deep eyebags and dark hair), dressed in a large coat and laying on the ground.
She sits up dizzy, holding her head.
EDDA: Augh- What the-
She looks around, question marks around her.
EDDA: Where am I?
The screen shows a shot from further away, showing the inside of a cave.
EDDA: Ah right… Cave…
The screen focuses back to Eddas face, as cogwheels spin by her head.
EDDA: Uhhhhhhh
The image goes to a flashback, boarders by wavy lines. It shows Edda and another person in a robe facing each other inside of the cave, as the f7 arrives in the cave opening beside them.
EDDA: Oh yeah, I was arguing about the cave with that guy when they showed up
A shot of Edda and the other figure running separate ways, still yelling at each other, with the other figure pointing at Edda.
EDDA: Then we split up and-
A shot of Edda being flung forward, a large explosion behind her.
The shot switches to Edda looking blankly into space, a baffled expression on her face.
EDDA:…
EDDA: Did he set of his explosives when I was still inside of the passage???
Eddas expression shifts to an disgruntled one.
EDDA: How fucking petty??? Did he think he could get all of us at once or some-
???: *whimper*
Edda friezes up at the sound, and the camera shifts to the side to reveal a figure laying under a pile of rubble from the explosion. Edda looks at the figure, looking both baffled and shocked. A red exclamation mark in-front her face.
EDDA: !!!
The shot moves to focus on the figure revealing the figure to be Arthur who appears to be unconscious as the camera dramatically zooms out from his face.
EDDA: ARTHUR???!!!
The camera scrolls up Eddas shocked expression, two exclamation marks beside her this time.
The shot moves out so both Arthur and Edda is visible, Edda stays frozen for a moment more, but then moves to stand on all fours, eyes still on Arthur. The shot zooms in on Eddas head as she stands up.
EDDA: H-
The shot moves to beside Arthur’s head as Edda walks up to him. She reaches a shaking forward to touch his head. The camera moves to her perspective as she looks at her hand and sees blood.
The shot changes to look up at her over the hand, she’s still shocked, but then seems to start getting angry.
EDDA: How- Why?!
A flashback appears, showing a shadowy figure that looks like Arthur behind her as the explosion was about to go off, one of his hands are pushing her shoulder.
Returning to Edda, she glares at her hand, the shot shifting to look at her I profile.
EDDA: …What sort of absurd heroics?
Edda looks down with slight suprise.
ARTHUR: *Whimper*
She closes her eyes and then turns around with a firm expression. The camera focuses on her boots as she takes a step.
ARTHUR: *Whimper*
The boot makes a turn on the ground, and the camera moves to her face as she with the same firm expression turns back to Arthur and walks to him.
EDDA: Shit
The camera moves to above Arthur, showing Edda crouch before him, reaching a hand into her pouch. The shot moves to focus on just Edda as she glares at a small bottle she just pulled out.
EDDA: What the fuck am I doing
She opens the bottle. The camera moving to look down on Arthur as she gently moves to cup the back of his head. The shot shifts to his face as she pours the liquid of the bottle in his mouth. Finally the camera moves out to show her having placed his head onto her lap, one hand still cradling his head.
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touch0fecstasy · 2 years
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Enemy to lover with Ash please
<3
I’m back!! sorry for the long wait on this one!! hope you enjoy!!
I Hate You
pairing: ashton irwin x reader
warnings: none
word count: 1219
<3
Your phone rang. Glancing down, you saw that it was Calum, and upon this realization, you quickly answered it.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Hi! Some friends and I are having a cookout tonight to celebrate Luke’s birthday. I was wondering if you’d want to come? He hasn’t seen you in a while.”
Silence hung over the line while you thought over the offer. Calum was right, you hadn’t seen Luke in ages, and you did miss him. However, social gatherings weren’t really your thing. But it’s his birthday, so you agreed.
“Sure. I’d love to. What time?”
Glancing at your watch, it was about 1pm now, so hopefully it wouldn’t be for at least another two hours, because you were not looking presentable right now. Calum was clearly deciding on the other end.
“Dunno. To be completely honest we hadn’t gotten that far. Probably around five, that sound good?”
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see.
“Works for me.“
“Alright. I’m texting Luke right now and telling him you’ll be there. I’m sure he’ll be over the moon. See you at five!”
“Wait Cal! Who else is coming?”
He hummed.
“Ryan, Luke, Michael, Ashton, Crystal-“
“Ashton?! No way Calum. Hell no.”
He sighed and you could basically feel him roll his eyes.
“Look, he’s one of Luke’s best friends, please can you just tolerate each other and make Luke happy tonight?”
“I fucking hate him Cal. And he fucking hates me.”
He mumbled something that you couldn’t make it, but knowing him it was most likely a crude joke about your choice of words. It was your turn to roll your eyes.
“I’ll try. But don’t get mad at me if we’re at each other throats by the end of the night.”
“Let’s hope if you are it’s because you two finally got past your differences and realized you’re being idiots and not because you want to kill each other.”
“Calum Hood. I’ll murder you. I’ll be there at five. And stop making jokes about me hooking up with Ashton. You couldn’t pay me a million dollars.”
“Mhm. Sure. Bye!”
You put the phone back in your pocket and ran a hand down your face. What the fuck. It was just like Calum to know Ashton was coming and not mention it until after you agreed. He’s such a bitch and he’s lucky you love him.
Ashton Fletcher Irwin. That absolute motherfucker. It was small, petty, stupid shit, really. He made rude jokes, you made them back, he got pissed, you got angry, Calum had to pull you two apart. He talked shit behind your back, you lost your shit on him, Michael lost his shit on both of you. You’d hated each other as long as you could remember, each thinking the other was stealing friends from you. He consistently got on your last nerve. An entire evening with him? Torture. But you loved Luke so you’d deal with it. Sighing, you sat down, debating whether or not to go shower and get ready early so you wouldn’t be rushing, or to just do nothing for the next two hours.
Deciding on the latter, you turned on a random show for background noise and worked on some drawing, sketching a few tattoos for the shop. You hadn’t thrown in new pieces lately, and decided you’d fill up the Get-What-You-Get machine when you got back. A soft smile came over your face as you remembered when Luke came in for his first tattoo not long ago. It had been quite the experience to work on someone who was a tattoo virgin, or so to speak. Always a story for the books.
After finishing up three new ones, you glanced up. Realizing you had about two and a half hours, you figured it was safer than sorry to go ahead and get ready now.
Showering, and deciding on shorts and a cute top, you quickly got changed. Messing with your hair to give it that “messy but looks good” appearance, you debated makeup for today. Leaning towards yes, you didn’t do that much, eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow. A little bit of graphic lines in the corners just to make the colours pop, and done. You had let Luke talk you into using makeup six months ago, and you got sorta addicted.
After that, you had about a solid 45 minutes before you had to leave if you wanted yo be there on time, so you packed up the sketches and put them in a plastic sleeve to avoid damages by god knows what. Things always seemed to get messed up in your house, no matter how hard you tried to keep them intact. Mentally preparing for the night to come, you checked your phone to see a text from Michael from ten minutes ago.
“Party’s been moved up by 30. can u still make it?”
“be there in 15.”
“don’t break any laws. luke will kill you.”
“no promises.”
read - 4:15
Good thing you’d gotten ready early.
“Luke! Cal! Mike! Irwin.”
You turned back to face Luke.
He grinned.
“I’m glad you could make it! Haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”
You smiled back.
“Yea it’s been a bit. Happy birthday!”
“Thanks!”
Brushing past Ashton, a bit more roughly than you’d like to admit, you went to chat with Michael for a bit while Cal was helping Luke fix the final touches to food. He gave you a look. You gave the same one back. He rolled his eyes. You rolled yours too. He sighed. You returned in kind.
“I know Cal already had a conversation with you about this but try to be nice to Ash please?”
You scoffed.
“Oh, so you’re on nickname terms now?”
He looked exasperated.
“Look. He doesn’t hate you as much as you think he does. Just try to be civil. If not for yourself, for Luke.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
Parting ways, you talked with Calum for a while before Ashton walked over to grab a drink. Glaring at him, you moved out of the way of the cooler. He didn’t even have it in him to glare back, just shot a weak smile. You didn’t want to admit you were slightly concerned. So you didn’t. Rolling your eyes for the millionth time that night, you turned back to Cal. He shot you a look. You chose to ignore it again.
Later, you happened to bump into Ashton on the way to a bathroom, creepily sulking in a hallway for no apparent reason.
“Watch it!” you snapped.
“Sure.”
That threw you. Ashton always snapped back.
“The hell are you doing sulking in a hallway anyways?”
“None of your business.”
“Oh fuck you.”
“You wish.”
“I try not to hate you but you make it hard.”
“How kind. Spare me the small talk.”
Next thing you knew, Ashton’s hands were around your waist, lips attached to yours.
You swore then and there you’d never tell anyone how much you enjoyed it.
You pulled back after to breathe.
“I still fucking hate you.”
“Glad we’re on the same page. Kiss me again.”
Back against the wall, you managed to detangle a hand from Ashton’s hair to send Luke the middle finger when he called down the hallway.
“Invite me to the wedding lovebirds!”
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browneyeddevil · 2 months
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Lucy Gray Baird - an innocent victim or a manipulator?
What's your first impression of Lucy Gray?
Do you think she loved Coriolanus in tbosas?
What do you think might have happened to Lucy Gray in the end?
What's your opinion about theories :
1. Greasy Sae as Lucy Gray.
2. Coin as a daughter or relative of Lucy Gray.
Thank you :)
@curiousnonny
I think Lucy is probably a mix of both; innocent victim, she certainly didn't want to go into the Games and then be exiled from the last of her family. On the other hand, she's a performer at heart and it lent her some favours knowing how to act so she could be perceived a certain way. However, I don't think this stemmed from a place of malice but rather the fear of certain death in the arena. Girly was just trying to survive and make it back home. I also don't believe she ever attempted to manipulate Snow or even lied to him. She was very open about her beliefs when talking with him.
My first impression of her was kind of mild, to be honest, I thought she was quite an inoffensive character, especially when compared with other tributes who were far more brazen in their disdain for the Capitol. She definitely came across as very confident and comfortable in her own skin, which I appreciated, and I did like her introduction at the Reaping Ceremony. I think it worked really well to establish who she was as a character. I just didn't really know what to do with her, to be honest.
I think she definitely cared for Snow and was well on her way to loving him, especially when he arrived in Twelve as a Peacekeeper. Up until that point, I think their relationship was more of a fling/comfort to her before she died. She was still heartbroken (or even her heart was just unavailable) because of Billy Taupe. However, when Coryo arrived in District Twelve that's when she started to properly consider him. The two spoke a lot about trust, and how it was more important to them than love, and I do think that she trusted him implicitly. She took him out with her family to the lake and was open with him about her history and her thoughts on the Capitol despite knowing his roots. But the longer Coryo stayed in Twelve the more red flags she encountered; his possessive tendencies, his disdain and lack of empathy for the miners hanged, his hatred of the mockingjays etc. All in all, I think she wanted to love him and be with him, but I can't see her being heartbroken over him. Betrayed, angry, and heartbroken that she had to leave her family behind sure, but not mourning her relationship with him.
Personally, I like to think that she survived initially, maybe even made it to another district and built a new life there. But ultimately, I don't think it actually matters either way. That was the whole point, was it not? Sure, we can believe that she survived and lived as a hermit in the woods, lived a full life in another district, or even died when Snow was shooting at her like a madman. But in the end, it has no effect on the story of what happened after, a moot point.
Which brings me to the theories: I don't necessarily mind the implication that maybe Katniss has some loose relation to the Covey (it's at least got some things to back it up, like Katniss knowing the Hanging Tree) but that's kind of where my line is drawn. I'm gonna be honest, I don't really care for either of the theories mentioned above.
Greasy Sae is such a background character and has so little effect on the grander story why would it even matter if she was Lucy Gray in disguise. Like? Idk it just doesn't change anything or even bring anything new to the story, so why?
Coin having some relation to Lucy just makes the war seem so petty? Trivial even. Like this isn't a war stemming from some scorned lover. This theory, in my opinion, actively takes away from the story and even harms it. It makes the conflict seem so shallow? And the themes of the original series just, don't work as well. Also, it makes Coin a way worse character, the fact that sometimes people just are power-hungry, corrupt, and lack empathy is what makes her compelling. Take that away, and she becomes really fucking boring and, again, shallow.
Thanks for the ask nonny, this was really fun to answer (and actually made me think lol).
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kali-writes-meta · 2 years
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Trapped in a Dating Sim
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Damn. Next time I teach writing I am DEFINITELY using this story as an example. The most important element a story can have is internal consistency. People will put up with just about anything as long as it's consistent. It's impressive -- and really OBVIOUS to see -- how the story maintains it's internal consistency even though it admits right at the start that the world is broken. It's also very funny.
Trapped in a Dating Sim, aka Mobuseka, begins with a man who's been blackmailed into completing a bad videogame for his little sister. The game is a dating sim that's been put out by a company that typically only makes fighting games. The company didn't know how to make a dating sim, made a bad one, and then tried to compensate by stuffing it full of what they do know how to do, which is both fantasy and Mecha fight scenes -- think a really bad Sakura Wars ripoff by someone who didn't know what they were doing.
Every gamer out there has run into a similar game, made by someone who didn't know what they're doing and stuffed full of what they were good at as a distraction. And every gamer has at least watched someone hate-play a game to completion.
Then, dazed by a weekend spent in front of the videoscreen, our guy falls down a flight of stairs, dies, and to his horror wakes up as a minor background character inside the game. At first our guy Leon is content to live out his days making snarky remarks in obscurity, but then he acts to protect himself and others, changing the game in the process. It also becomes clear that someone else is changing the game as well, with less concern for the consequences.
The world is still a badly-designed mishmash put together in a slapdash fashion by people who didn't know what they were doing. Instead of trying to distract you from that fact while hurriedly fixing things behind the scenes the story leans into it, and that's where it becomes interesting. Internal consistency is the glue that holds a story together, but in a well-designed world like Ascendance of a Bookworm it's hard to see that glue. But this isn't a perfectly designed custom world like Bookworm. This is a jalopy built out of mismatched parts. Internal consistency is obviously the only thing holding it together, so the viewer is able to see just how important that feature is in storytelling -- and especially for comedy.
The show points out the problems with all the genres it plays with. Dungeon design is stupid, and the characters in dating sims are often petty and cruel, acting like they're perpetually emotionally stuck at age 13. (Such people do exist. Dealing with them is just as horrific as it sounds.) One of my favorite parts of the show is how actions that are seen as praiseworthy inside the dating sim scenes are often viewed quite harshly by mature adults, who punish them accordingly. In the same light, Leon the main character can be seen as selfish and brusque, or as a grown man acting quite understandably when continually forced to put up with middle school bullies.
Comedy is a genre where most shows fail before the end of the first episode. Five episodes in, Mobuseka is still engaging and funny. Let's hope it keeps balancing all it's mismatched parts on the thread of internal consistency.
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soupbabe · 1 year
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Deck the Halls (Magnolia Sinclair)
Magnolia finds Christmas decorations in the attic
First Maggie fic and it's like 1.4k words 😅😅 I hope everyone likes it <3
Maggie grimaced at the state of the living room. Empty beer bottles and dirty plates littered every inch of the coffee table, clothes were thrown haphazardly on the floor, and a shotgun was left out of it's cabinet. Chores were never her favorite and no matter how much she's asked, it seemed to be that boys will always be boys.
Even if that meant living in their own filth.
With a sigh, she rounded up the bottles by their necks, gagging when one filled with Lester's dip nearly spilled on her. As she made her way to the kitchen, she caught Vincent by the fridge. "Hey Vinnie," she called as she placed the glasses into a box on the counter. Vincent looked down and tilted his head in response, "Do you know where the cleaning supplies are? It's about time I give the living room some care again." Vincent shrugged and signed, "Check the attic." "Okay, thanks. I'll see if I'll find something up there."
The ladder creaked under Maggie's footsteps to the dark attic. Upon entering, she squinted her eyes around the dark room. Hands grabbed at the air until feeling the vaguely familiar string of beads by the lightbulb. As her eyes adjusted, a groan escaped her. "This place was way worse than I remember.." she mumbled as she maneuvered her way around abandoned toys and garment bags. A shimmer in her peripheral caught her attention, causing her to abandon any other train of thought.
Maggie made her way to the sparkle like a moth to a flame. A smile creeped up her cheeks as she discovered something that she thought only existed in the deep corners of her memory:
Tinsel tangled up in bubble lights.
"Oh my god it's the Christmas decorations."
Without much thought, Maggie grabbed the overflowing boxes, wrapped the extra lights around her shoulders, and made her way to the opening of the attic. Maggie dipped her head into the hallway and called, "Hey! I need someone to help me carry stuff down!" After a minute of silence, she brought her head back up and adjusted them close to her. Slowly, she made her way down the ladder, her attention more on the delicate ornaments in her hands more than her steps.
With a yelp, she felt her feet slip under her and two hands soon catch her from behind. "Jesus, Maggie. I told ya I'd be there in a minute. " Bo's gruff hiss could be heard from behind. She rolls her eyes, "Well, I didn't hear you. Thank you though, I'm glad these survived that." Bo stared at the cardboard boxes tucked away in her arms. "The hell's that for, Vincent told me you were supposed to be cleaning." "I found the Christmas decorations in the attic! I think it'd be nice change of pace to decorate this year."
Bo snickered as he followed his sister down the stairs, "So you're just gonna add onto the 'mess' around the house? We don't even have a tree." "I know, I plan on asking Lester to go into town and to get us one!" Maggie set the boxes down on a nearby drawer and grabbed her phone. "Don't bother. Why don't I get it instead, he ain't got the arms to carry a tree by himself. My truck is better for gettin' it back anyways." She dials Lester's contact despite Bo's protests, "How about you both go. He has a good eye for stuff like this, especially when it's this close to Christmas." A defeated groan could be heard from the background, "Fine." He grabs Maggie's phone before she could give Lester her greetings and walks outside.
"Dammit, Bo.." She mumbled, going into the dining room. There was no use in trying to get it back, she was used to Bo's petty actions. Pushing her mind off of the recent interaction, Maggie put the decorations on the table. She carefully took the wires off her shoulders and went to work untangling. Her nimble fingers weaved through the bulky material swiftly until a warm hand touched her shoulder. Maggie shrieked and turned around, causing Vincent to step back a couple of steps. "Oh, Vinnie! I'm sorry, you scared the daylights outta me." "Sorry," he signed back. "What are you doing?" "Thought I'd decorate the house for Christmas. I found a box full of stuff too! I sent Bo and Lester out to get us a tree so we can do ornaments together." She smiled explaining her plan and gestured to the tangled up tinsel in her hands, "Wanna help?" Silently, Vincent nods and stands to the other end of the table, grabbing a bundle of lights for himself.
After 10 minutes of silence and mild frustration on Maggie's end, she smiled at the neat rows of lights and garland. "Thank you so much for helping me, Vince. Wanna get things ready for the tree before it gets here?" Vincent shook his head at the proposition, "I have other plans. I'll be in my studio." "Alright, your loss then." Maggie dug through the box and pulled out a dusty, red and white stocking with "Beauregard" embroidered at the top. "I'm 'bout to put stocking up soon, I want this to be the first thing Bo sees when he comes in." Vincent shoulder's shook, "I won't be gone for too long." She nodded and continued to rummage through the Christmas memorabilia as the masked man walked away.
By the time Bo and Lester parked in the Sinclair driveway, the inside of the house was brighter. Along with stockings and lights being hung along the wall, the house was also cleaner. Ash trays were cleared, festive blankets were folded over the chairs, and the floor actually shined. Lester came through the door first, announcing cheerfully of his arrival as Bo followed. At the sound, Maggie's ears and body perked up from the couch. "Over here!" Her brothers followed her direction and set the tree down in the bucket of water. "The house looks amazing, Magpie. I woulda helped you decorate if you asked." Lester's smiled beamed as he brought Maggie into a side hug. "You cleaned up the house good that's for sure," Bo chimed in by the tree, cutting down the plastic netting around the branches. "Thank you both for doing this for me, I miss being able to decorate." Lester patted her back while Bo put the knife back into his pocket. "Yeah but when those needles start falling off, I'm not picking any of it up. Your idea, remember that."
"Okay, fine." Maggie put a hand on her hip, "Wanna put some ornaments on the tree with us?" Bo sighed, glancing at the tree. "I think I'll pass." "Okay, why don't you go get Vincent then and ask him. He's in his studio." Bo grumbles, "Why don't you do it your damn self." "I'll get him myself when you stop leaving your crusty shirts in the living room." Bo frowned and stormed outside of the house, making sure to wake the dead as he slammed the door behind him. Maggie sighed, watching him leave. Lester gently nudged her, "C'mon, ignore him. We're almost done setting everything up."
The twins returned to a fully decorated tree. Red and green bubble lights were strewn across the foliage, illuminating the glass and cinnamon ornaments nearby. "Maggie," Bo called out, nodding his head towards his brother. "He got something for ya." Vincent revealed from behind him a small cardboard box sealed at the top with wax. Curiously, she took the box. "It was to be your present, but I thought it could be used tonight." Maggie cooed upon opening the box: a small statue of an angel lied on a bed of polyfill.
Everything about her was graceful: from her soft smile down to her flowing gown. "Oh my, Vinnie you shouldn't have..she's gorgeous!" Maggie's smile was so wide her eyes appeared closed. "She can go onto the tree."
Excitedly, she pulled Vincent into a hug. Pulling away, she handed him the angel. "Why don't you put her up, finish the tree." He glanced down at both Maggie and his creation, head tilted in consideration. After an anxious 10 seconds, he nodded to Maggie's joy. Easily, he stretched out his arm and fit the angel onto an upright branch, adjusting her right into her owner's direction.
Stepping back, Maggie drunk in the sight of the finished tree.
What a wonderful change of scenery.
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clearlitebergaming · 7 months
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finally made this! list of OC / characters from gw2 and ffxiv; along with their personalities descriptions and brief background. all of this info mostly on base game condition.
will add if i have another hyperfixation on some other mmo games
under the cut cause its a bit long
Character Lists
~ Guild Wars 2 ~
Sukma Adhikara (Dhika) Human / Thief. 32 M (core tyria)
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My Main, but not 'The Commander', not anymore. Laid back, flirty, and deceivingly pleasant to be around. If he can spend as little time and effort as possible to do something, he will. 'Indiscriminately Promiscuous' is how people around him described him.
Grew up in the street as petty thief, then became prostitute. From alleyway hooker to the noble's secret escort. Those were hard times and he has scar on his face during that as souvenir. He left that life behind after recruited into Order of Whisper at the age of 29 and paired with Tybalt for 3 years before the start of personal story. Its during campaign against Zhaitan, that he and Trahearne started to see each other secretly.
After Maguuma Operation he fell into severe mental health issue. Resigned from the Pact, and disappear for a year. Before reappearing, dragged by Sulestari, to form Dragon's Watch with Rytlock and Taimi. Nowadays, hes more or less stable, though age really mellows him out.
funfact: at first his name is kinda also a dick joke (sukmadikha <<< which is actual name in my tribe mind you!!! XD) but i got warning from GM and changed it into Sukma Adhikara, which roughly means "Soul Commander"; and i got angry because its actually rather cool name now??? XD
Sulestari Sylvari / Mesmer. 3mo M (core tyria)
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Actual 'The Commander of the Pact'. Cycle of Dawn. The Chosen Valiant. He was sylvari of great enthusiasms and honesty. Always eager to help, although having a bit of temper and cautious toward other races.
Gardeners joked that Sulestari is actually so Daybloom he woke up early at Dawn instead. He wears his metaphorical hearts on his sleeves. He thinks of Pale Tree as his mother, Caithe as big sister, and he admires Trahearne greatly.
Over the years he became more and more jaded and bitter, even if he still helps those around him, seemingly out of self-imposed obligation.
funfact: i actually want to make female sylvari and named her lestari. but somehow it became male sylvari instead?? while lestari already gender neutral name, i want to make it kinda masculine, so adding 'su' like common boy name of my tribe. lestari means everlasting / preserving.
Brite Hearthkeeper Charr / Elementalist. 28 M (core tyria)
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Olmakhan Charr. He cooks and cares for the cubs in the village. He joins the Olmakhan forces in aiding the events of S4. And after that, he sorta hangs around commanders / wanders around Tyria to see the world.
~ Final Fantasy XIV ~
Julian Bahari Sea Wolf Roegadyn / DRK Main. 19F (ARR)
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Warrior of Light. Unyielding and seemingly stoic young woman, shes actually pretty awkward socially. She rarely talks due to selective mutism. Inside, she has adventurous spirit and a hot-blooded person. She loves to brawl and eat. Shes also protective person and ready to square up to any threats anytime.
She was raised along with other orphans in Lost Hope to mine ore as form of returning favor to the merchant that take care of them, as well as paying for ongoing 'rent and meal'. One day, she was so mesmerized by group of adventurers's lifestyle and decided to just book it out of the mine and become adventurer herself.
Enjoying her newfound freedom, shes been doing odd jobs, getting beat up as gladiator, and knee deep in plethora of small gigs -- earning barely enough gils-- for quite awhile, before meeting Thancred and subsequently recruited into Scions of Seventh Dawn.
funfact: out of all mmo character that i played, juli is the one i love the most. practically love at first sight. aaaa beloved.... anyway, bahari means sea / nautical. im not very creative at making names, actually... sorry. julian is from my old story i wrote, it was given to a unyielding male soldier, so i feel this like spiritual successor to that character. kinda?
Haelborn Wyrnedzasyn Seawolf Roegadyn / WHM Main. 54M (ARR)
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Hes war-weary old man with mild manner. He took interest in gardening and sewing. After all the horror of war and slavery, he choose peace many times over anything. Even so, when its time to fight, he wont hesitate to bring all of him to help. Eventually, he became Juli's retainer. Married to a male vierra named Yukine Benitoki (my friend's oc)
Garlean conscript since very young age. He survived Carteneau Flats war during Great Calamity and the fall of Castrum Meridianum. Having no place to return to, he wanders around Black Shroud, learning of local's way of life and shedding violence for mending life.
When his past life is exposed, he once again casted out of the shroud. During which, the allied force of grand companies taking over baelsar's wall; allowing haelborn to slip past into last forest. One thing lead to another, he and juli met, fought together, and became friend. Upon knowing of his situation, juli offered haelborn to live with her for free; which he counteroffered by offering him to be her retainer instead.
funfact: finally, a name that is actually lore compliant. took a bit of brainstorming with friend too... haelborn wyrnedzasyn means healthy boar, son of snake-eater. yeah its also kinda dirty joke at the end. sorry again. one thing for sure, i didnt expect him to be such a Soft Boy... huh.
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Which Taleblr character do you think is the most likely to argue about warrior cats lore online and why. 5 paragraphs.
Here is my essay on who and why i think is the most likely to argue about warrior cats lore, and what their hottest take would be within 5 paragraphs (this one does not count)
First and foremost we have to consider who even likes reading long, convoluted book series to begin with (this does not actually exclude Johnny Ghost and I’ll get back to that in a minute) and who is argumentative enough to formulate opinions that intense. Examples on who this disqualifies is Papa (because he wouldn’t read them), Sue (because she wouldn’t want to argue about them), and Billy (because he likely wouldn’t want to read or argue about them, but likely has a warriors oc)… but not the Toilet Toucher (I can’t explain that tbh, he’s just a. Multi-faceted man). From there I have to ask, who would be involved enough with the online warriors community to even get into an argument? This is where I disqualify characters like Sally and Gertrude, who don’t really interact with things like the internet much even though both could kill someone over this if they so desired.
Of the top of my head this leaves characters like Spencer, Maddie-Friend, and Johnny Ghost, Toast, and Roast. Ghost is an exception to the previous rules because if Toast is into Warriors, you know he’s told Ghost just about every aspect of the series. They roleplayed it behind the school. I can’t list where every character got knocked out of the running and why, these are just the ones who are still here. Spencer is here because he is the taleblr embodiment of the online nerd who needs everyone to see his perspective of canon as the most accurate version of it, and I don’t think the cat books are beyond his wrath. Maddie is here because I could see her reading them and getting way too attached to a really hated character and spend all her time defending them from 90% of the fandom (probably Onestar). Ghost and Toast would be a group entity because Ghost would be getting all his information from Toast and can’t read the message boards from himself, so it’s more like Toast would read Ghost a take they both disagree with and Ghost would INSIST they tell him how wrong he is. Roast, in my interpretation, is just really emo and probably felt a connection to actually HOLLYLEAF. So. Yeah, king of defending a problematic queen. In order to determine who would be most likely to argue, though, we need to determine what each of them would die for.
Spencer is a lore stickler who needs everyone to be accurate at all times, so petty things like who was right or wrong at any given time aren’t going to draw him in until someone is dead wrong about something. He’s the kind of person to ‘narratively’ defend choices using the warrior code, but wasn’t actually upset at the books for changing the code because he can point at all the bad things the code has defended in the past as a reason to why the clans would change anything. His form of argument is to state where someone is wrong, give them the exact quote that disproves them, and insult them at the end for no reason, which likely starts actual firestorms on twitter. He hasn’t realized he’s only making things worse yet. I think he’d think Mapleshade is stupid, and would find himself in the middle of a lot of arguments as a result, but he isn’t actually impassioned about those arguments. Maddie-Friend I think is most likely to argue that certain characters were written consistently or inconsistently, specifically characters she likes when they change. I don’t think she’d get specifically attached to any background or antagonistic cats, but I could see her getting really attached to a protagonist cat and then not thinking critically when it turns out they suck. Once again, like Onestar— but maybe even Bramblestar. I think her arguments would be the most passionate and from-the-heart, but that she’d be the most willing to back off and change her opinions if she rereads the books with the criticisms of her problematic faves from the internet in mind. Toast and Ghost are probably shoulders deep in the afterlife system of Warriors because… it’s related to their real-life job. When they found out about the Dark Forest plot of the most recent book, down to Imposter Bramblestar, the two probably had a fit. But no— they’d be hardwired on arguing about the afterlife of Warriors and either defending or antagonizing it as much as possible. Roast is a moody dude, and is most likely to pick a problematic cat with a backstory and defend them even though they suck. Scourge? Defended. Mapleshade? Defended. Hollyleaf? Defended. He would admit that Hollyleaf absolutely committed a murder but turn around and say Ashfur deserved it and wouldn’t have any sympathy for Leafpool. Furthermore, because he doesn’t care about the cats he’s antagonizing, he’s the most likely to get into an inflammatory argument and stick with it.
I think Spencer’s biggest hot take would be that he doesn’t like the Supereditons at all. He feels like they do nothing but over complicate the story and timeline, and it’s exhausting to watch characters change into something completely different under new authors. Especially since a lot of the time, it just ends up making already bad cats into something 10 times worse and feels like they’re trying to excuse the fate cats got when things like the code already explain it. I also think that he, as a previous tyrannical god, would see nothing wrong with starclan having final say in everything, including how things play out and who gets to go to cat heaven or cat hell. I think Maddie’s biggest hot take that she wouldn’t budge on is that the medicine in warriors should put in more effort to either straight-up say it’s magic, or replicate real life, because as a doctor-in-training she probably cringes every time she reads about spiderwebs being treated as bandages. I also don’t think she realized the two legs were humans until the end of series 1 and just thought the cats were on an alien planet. Toast and Ghost probably argue with each other over the whole thing with the ancient cats, with Toast saying it was actually pretty interesting to read, and Ghost saying it completely took him out of the plot and he didn’t understand why there were only Actual cat ghosts NOW… They also probably argue about where the books take place, with Ghost going behind Toast’s back to argue it ABSOLUTELY takes place in America without putting any thought into it. I think Johnny Roast would just say “Mapleshade was right” and other inflammatory comments with no other context on a regular basis to piss people off.
TLDR; Spencer, technically, but several others would be WAAY more annoying.
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Sorry if this has been asked before but have you seen a translation of the sick Vyn SSR card? If so, what are your thoughts?
Yeah, I've read it--I love it so much, since it showcases Vyn's more polarizing nature (neediness, childish petulance, among others). It also affords another look at his background, too, through parallels between him and the kitten.
Spoilery bits after the cut!
Also damn I found it bittersweet, how he obviously wanted to make peace with Rosa after she pushed him away (in his POV) so he can focus on his work, without even taking into account his input on the matter. He totally didn't need to deliver her meals daily, but he did anyway--he really wanted to see her, only to chicken out at the last minute to respect her wishes to be independent of him.
I found it really sweet of him. And oh, his disappointment and hurt when Rosa told him not to stay...yeah. Poor Vynmeow. I shall treat him more lovingly in future fics (haha).
Not to mention his petty, childish sassy moments during their small non-arguments. I'm a sucker for gap moe, and seeing two-doctorates, elegant Vyn being petty and petulant when making a point at Rosa just tickles me.
We also see more glimpses of Vyn's background, too, through the kitten. I'm not going to expound on it word for word but, its sort of sad, in a way, that the kitten is forced to make do with what surroundings it has to survive. In an environment when showing weakness is tantamount to offering itself as fodder to the food chain, it isn't much of a stretch to see young Vilhelm stoically carrying himself in a way where he had to resort to hide behind facades just so people wouldn't know how vulnerable he is at the time. It's certainly not something a young person--who's supposed to grow, learn, become their own person--should undergo. But thems the breaks when growing up into aristocracy/nobility, probably.
One can only imagine the weight of burden that he had to deal with, all by himself. And like the kitten, who wants to survive, he had to make do with that he had, and luckily met Rosa, someone who can provide him with much-needed emotional support. Finally, Vyn can breathe easy a little bit, and allow himself to lean on someone...
Rosa has her moments here too. Like how reckless she tends to be when playing savior (kitten, hiding Vyn in car). This is also the same reason she got publicly berated by Artem during that huge argument over a case. It's the typical shonen protagonist I Want To Save The World tendency that Rosa has, and I actually...like her for it? Sure it puts her in terrible situations at times and causes trouble for the people around her but, like in real life sometimes it takes drastic measures to effect change--and we know how much Rosa wants to make the world a better place, through her lawyer profession.
She just needs the support of the dudes around her to temper her self-destructive tendencies a little. I'm very biased towards Vyn, of course, so I would argue that his methods (provide guidance but allow her independence) is best for someone like her.
Anyway.
That out of the way, CAN I GUSH AT HOW HOT THE ICE CREAM SCENE IS THANK YOU HOYO FOR MAKING ORAL FIXATION VYN CANON. Like goddamn ice cream kiss that is so fucking hot I'm still blushing at the thought of it aaaaaaaaaaa
Also WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE FADE TO BLACK BIT DURING HIS TELECONFERENCE. Dude is totally making out/doing it with Rosa during the teleconference. Holy. Shit. Thank you for giving me daydream fodder for me to endure having to sit through painfully boring work teleconferences, Dr. Sexy.
I think I have blathered on enough and I should sleep now but thanks for this kind of ask (and letting me go on and on like an obsessed idiot)!
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lucere-aeresta · 2 years
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Some historical details in SHCO:
1. There are no street numbers in Cordona. You have to find a place by locating the streets by name and their relative positioning to find the quest location.
This is a gameplay mechanic but kind of makes sense in the historical background. Before the mid-19th century, not all streets in London had names and none of them had numbers, so all the addresses were descriptive, like "go to X street and turn right at the intersection with Y street, and find the church, then go behind it...etc." Gradually they had street names and numbers but since a lot of streets shared the same name, they had to rename them and reorganize them to make things less confusing. It took a while to have the numbered street address system established.
By the 1880s, London had had modern addresses, but it would make sense in more remote areas, especially colonial islands such as Cordona would be less developed, so the system was not established yet. Also, the island is so tiny that it doesn't need street numbers. So it makes sense that people there use street names together with some descriptions of positioning to address houses and buildings.
2. Mycroft sent child Sherlock (and Jon) to steal a document for him.
It sounds like a very bad thing to do. And for Victorian middle and upper class people, it probably was. But in fact, it is very common for working class people, especially the very poor ones to do regular petty theft and shoplifting, etc, to get food and small household goods. The working class parents would send their children to steal things, such as a couple of eggs, some milk, random small items, etc. As long as they didn't get caught there was no moral burden.
Middle class people had enough income for food and stuff so they didn't have to steal and they probably had more moral judgment against this kind of behavior than the working class, but I suspect they were not immune to this kind of "just steal what you need" way of thinking. When it came to valuables and important things, they could easily come up with the idea of stealing them.
So Mycroft, just like those working class parents, sent his kid brother to steal something important to him. Normal practice of the time XD.
3. Sherlock went to Cambridge University.
Historically, "Oxford and Cambridge were the ancient universities, and had three requirements to attend: You had to be male, be unmarried, and be a member of the Church of England."
Therefore Sherlock must have been a member of the Church of England. To be honest this should not come as a surprise. Although by the 1880s the religious limitation in politics was much loosened, members of Church of England were still the mainstream in political circles and likely to have the upper hand.
As for Mycroft in the game, he is the kind of man who doesn't care about religion itself but will use it as a political resource. So it is just natural for him to join the church and have his brother join (or default to be a member and stay that way). And Sherlock probably doesn't care about religion either. So he possibly goes along with his brother to avoid adding more conflict to their relationship, or he just wants to go to Cambridge.
BTW, I am curious about Sherlock's religious view, which is not mentioned much in the game or canon, leaving out much space for theorization and speculation.
Edit: There were some rapid changes during the mid to late 19th century on religious limitations for all social aspects. So it was very likely that by the time Sherlock went to the university, being a member of Church of England was no longer a requirement.
It is also the case that during the early Victoria era, in the medical field, surgeons and apothecaries, the lower ranks of doctors were not required to have any medical degree from college. They just learned the trade from apprenticeship. Only physicians, the higher rank "gentlemen doctors", graduated from prestigious universities with a degree. But during the time Watson became a surgeon, he acquired a medical degree at the University of London, which in fact already started to provide medical degrees for women at the time.
4. Sherlock in his school age.
Homeschooling was not rare in Victorian England, especially for the families that had the means and dedication to children's education. Schools were usually very harsh and a lot of physical punishment was involved in education. Given Sherlock's personality and the possible difficulties caused by his mental health issue, he could have been homeschooled, at least before his parents passed--before they moved to Cordona, he didn't realize Jon was not real. That fact alone could have caused big trouble for him in school.
Since Sherlock has that undisciplined and nonconformist personality as well as being very isolated, I tend to think he was homeschooled as a boy, both in the game and canon. And his mental health issue in the game makes homeschooling more plausible.
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Jess/Leto + "No one's mad at you."
Also prompted by @ourconversationranshort. Choice-era, PG-ish, also on ao3.
She is cautious, in the months after, as the realities of what she has done sink in.
Jessica is learning so much about herself now, so many traits she did not know she possessed until she needed them. How protective she is capable of being, strongest above all. How deeply she loves her partner and their son. How deeply she fears the anonymity her background ought to give her.
Is it wrong if she wants more? Is it wrong if among the many reasons for her life-changing defiance, reasons numerous like constellations in the sky above, she finds an ambitious streak she is not supposed to possess?
She knows how it looks in the aftermath, how damningly clear it is that her partner did not think through the possible consequences. He relies so heavily on how easy he is to like, and that was what corrupted her in the quiet of night a year ago, that was how soft words made her open up her body. He assumes this trait will once more save them, assumes he has built up just enough of a good reputation that an unconventional choice will not be ruination, assumes so wrongly that he is enough to protect her and-
Jessica has seen the world for what it is and still she puts so much faith in her partner, but he is merely a good man and no amount of power can keep their little family safe forever. And more relevant at the moment, no amount of love shown too publicly can make her likable.
It is this more petty fear that weighs heavier upon her as she slowly returns to public life, this painful understanding of why exactly her recent actions have turned into local scandal. She has done so little to endear herself to those around her – respectful layers of ice had seemed like a good survival tactic at first, and she has created herself around that core, quiet and distant and not quite harmless. She never expected how prominent social routines would become in her life, or that she would unofficially become ranking woman of an entire planet, or-
She hears the whispers – there are always whispers, rarely worse than that, even now her partner’s earned goodwill lessens blows it cannot stop – and she knows the damage control she must do to make everything alright. And so help her, she tries. She buries her tiredness where no one can see it, fakes emotions she’s pretty sure she’s never actually felt in her little life, and it’s still not enough, nothing she does is enough, nothing-
She’s probably overreacting – that too is a tendency she did not expect to develop until it was too late – and she tries to distract herself every way she can, tries to drown in her less public tasks, and she fails.
Her breaking point comes four months into this era of her life, after her emotions have evened out, after life has more or less gone back to a version of normal adapted into their new circumstances. Jessica does not see herself as maternal, and she is unsure if she will ever be able to look at her son without seeing the chaos his existence has caused. Something so small, unable to speak, barely able to make eye contact, should not be so damning. Something so small…
She hears the door open behind her and feels no need to turn. Her partner’s presence is always a comfort, and his active involvement in this phase of their life affirms that on some level her choice was right and good. He makes time for them, not as much as she wishes he would but more than she expects or would ever ask for, makes space as he did when she first entered his life and this is how that man loves, she has learned – not with pretty words but with actions that cannot be misinterpreted. More consistent presence in their spaces, and the polite excuses that get him out of other obligations, mean more to her than anything said in the quiet of night ever could.
“Did I miss anything?” he asks, close enough to touch but not yet.
“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” Jessica murmurs, turning away from where their son sleeps to face her partner. “Too late now, but…”
“Love-“
“Tell me you have been as oblivious as ever,” she hisses, her internal fire lighting fast and strong. “Tell me you are unaware how I am seen now that we have-“
“It will be alright.”
She hates him sometimes, this good and beautiful man whose understanding of the world could never cover what she knows. The innocence he still carries, still does not even recognize as such, will damn him someday and the worst part is that she will do everything she can to maintain it. There is something like sunlight in his perspective, and she can’t-
“You don’t know that. You don’t hear them. You don’t even notice the scandal and fury I’ve caused.”
He takes her hands and traces patterns to calm her and she hates how well it works, hates how easy it is to synchronize her own unstable heartbeat to his more steady one. “No one’s mad at you,” he murmurs, and there is such faith in his voice, as if the strength of his convictions could reshape the entire known world and maybe it could, maybe they’re that good, maybe-
“I have defied more protocols than I can count,” she reminds him. “You must at least see that.”
“You did nothing wrong,” and again the comforting stubbornness of it all, again the unspoken promise that he has chosen her – he has chosen their family – above all else. “I asked you for this. I will take blame.”
“You really think it’s that simple,” she breathes, not quite a question, and yet-
“Nothing good ever is. But I… do you remember how we talked, in the months before?”
“I do. You see power in my every weakness and I can’t-“
“You balance me,” he murmurs, shifting position to wrap his arms around her. “You and your constant worry and your fierceness and your-“
“You are too kind,” she replies like a reflex.
“I don’t need to know why you listened so completely. You always have your own reasons for what you do. But you have blossomed into more than I ever expected and I-“
His voice cuts off so suddenly and she hears what is not said, the declarations they will not make because even now there are ways to compromise each other. They are in love in a thousand other words but never the direct one, they are each other’s hearts but their tethers are so fragile-
No. Not anymore. There is nothing fragile about what they have done, about the child that is already such a perfect combination of the both of them. It would be a great challenge to separate them now.
And perhaps that’s why she did what she did, Jessica thinks as she takes a heartbeat of a kiss, as she promises herself that she will behave better and her son will never see the petty sparring that practically created him. Because she has loved and been loved in return and she would like to spend the rest of her life in that unexpectedly pleasant state. Because this is what she has made of circumstances she did not choose. Because-
“You have given me that space,” she breathes against her partner’s skin, and even as she is unsure of anything else in the world she is sure of the safety she finds in his heart. “You have been… much more than I once expected. There is a deep part of me that would burn the world to see light in your eyes and I don’t know-“
“That would be too much to ask, love.”
“Are you sure you didn’t?”
He tilts his head and kisses her forehead, and she may never know, and that may be enough.
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finalvortex · 2 years
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Green.
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014, Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green. I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees, I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees.
Sometimes I think all I’m ever doing is trying to convince myself I’m alive.
-Daisy the Great, ‘The Record Player Song’
Green is a difficult color to talk about.
Green is a difficult color to talk about because everything in Amphibia, or at least Wartwood, is green. The plants are green. The grass is green. The trees are green. The water is green. The sky is green. The majority of background frogs are green.
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Green is a background color.
It’s always there. Ever present, but never significant. Defining every scene by its presence, but never in a way that draws attention to itself. Green is so prevalent, so pervasive, so consistent, that you never really notice it’s there.
Until it’s gone.
Green is Marcy’s color.
Most Marcy episodes deal with her relationship with another character without focusing purely on Marcy herself, because Marcy is always standing in the background, behind everyone else, both in supporting them and in not revealing her true self. Because of this, there are very few times when green stands out.
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One notable exception is that Anne wears this green dress throughout Girl Time, when she’s fixated on what she thinks Polly needs instead of what she actually wants - specifically, trying to get Polly to ‘fit in’ with a preconceived societal idea Anne has of what a girl ‘should’ be like.
Huh.
Anne’s back to her regular outfit before the end of the episode, by the time she’s realized that she’s “super wrong” and she shouldn’t be pushing Polly to be something she’s not.
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On the other hand, Anne wears a green sampot (pha thung? look don’t expect me to know fashion) in Lily Pad Thai, as she fixes up Stumpy’s and delivers on the promise she made. This is Anne at her most capable and competent, as she easily handles the task of running a restaurant - because it’s something she knows that she’s good at and has experience doing.
The mossman is green and surrounded by cyan butterflies. I don’t have anything to say on that right now, because we still don’t know the full deal with the mossmen, but I thought I’d point it out.
In Cursed!, the color of Barry’s magic is a paler, almost sickly, green, which makes a nice contrast to Maddie’s purple:
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Barry, as we know, is a real jerk. But he’s a jerk in secret.
Barry: I played it cool and was sweet, because my image is half my business! I may look nice, but I’m petty and vengeful on the inside!
And you know who else is a shade of light green?
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Everything about Tritonio is a fabrication. He pretends to be an ordinary, boring teacher to Hop Pop, and then a cool teacher to the Plantar kids, but he’s neither of those things. He’s a con man. Even his goatee is fake. Hell, I don’t think he’s actually Spanish. And what the first lesson he taught them?
Trust no one.
And then there’s Children of the Spore.
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Throughout the entire scene of Gary’s possession, Amphibia’s moon becomes a similarly pale green, which provides an eerie lighting that helps to sell this episode’s horror vibe. This is hardly the last time we’ll see the moon change color, but what’s really interesting is that immediately after Gary is defeated and the threat has passed, the moon turns back to its normal red.
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So, either the light of Gary’s mushrooms is making the moon look green somehow, or there’s something more mystical going on. Green is also the color of wit, of course, and these frogs are having their minds taken over. While we don’t know how Gary enslaved most of the town, we can say one thing: he got control of Hop Pop’s kids by tricking him. Like Tritonio, he’s a con man.
As with Anne and Sasha, a lighter shade of green represents Marcy’s positive traits taken to a logical extreme - in this case, intelligence, cleverness, and strategic brilliance become deception, trickery, and lies.
And that’s it for green in season 1, so come back next time when we actually talk about episodes with Marcy in them.
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Season 2, Episode 5: Petty Thieves
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Here we are, another tale of the mean streets. It's funny though, as gritty as these city landscapes are, they always seem a bit too clean. They did try to dirty up this Canadian city though and it's somewhat believable.
The episode starts with some great "street dance" music.
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That's a pretty sweet Walkman this guy has got. The background music made me think he was going to start breakdancing and I was all for it.
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Instead he just runs and steals this bag lady's bag.
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Although its not all it seems as it seems to be an elaborate scheme where the bag lady makes a drop in the trash can and some other guy picks it up. But the weird thing is, the Walkman guy was there to distract the cops and get them to chase him. What if he got caught?
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And here is our hero, Mickey who actually doesn't seem to have done a thing during this, except walk around like an idiot. And what is up with him, is he just three children and a giant coat?
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After this entertaining opening, the Hitchhiker steps from behind a tree. Has he been hiding here the whole time?
He tells us that Mickey does what he has to, to survive these tough streets. Even here there is love and honor and if he betrays it, he could upset the balance and turn his soul inside out.
What the hell? Is his innards going to become his outwards? That would be an interesting twist.
Mickey and his girlfriend Pearl seem to be squatters in some crappy apartment. He is all excited to tell her about the job he just did for Mr. Strega, but she is upset he is getting involved in criminal activity. By the way, Strega is Italian for witch, but actually I think he spells it Stregga so not sure if that changes the meaning.
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Pearl apparently has a pretty big doll collection. I wonder if any of them look like Mickey's mother?
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This was the best scene in the show. He stands up and says "We ain't normal!" referring to the fact she is a hooker with a bunch of creepy dolls in the apartment. She informs him that she is no longer hooking. She also said that they are like one guy. I wonder what that means. They end up having sex and this was interesting...
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It looks like this doll is on his ass. This other doll was totally shocked.
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Mickey brings Pearl to his meeting with Mr. Stregga as requested by him. Mickey wants to be a bagman and Mr. Stregga wants to sleep with Pearl. This ends up being the deal they make, which of course Pearl is thrilled with.
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Wow, what a scum bag.
Back at the apartment, Pearl is in a state. She burns her hand and does not even feel it.
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Kind of looks like the stigmata. She kept repeating that they are "one guy" while in this drug induced condition. I can't figure out what this means.
She meets up with Mr. Stregga...
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Ha ha! He's clearly never seen a woman before.
Now Mickey's earned the right to be the bagman. He pretends to be a fisherman on the pier until he gets the signal to open up the sacks with the drugs.
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Wow that was easy. But what's this?
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It looks like some undercover cops are on to this scheme. They decide to make their move tomorrow. I mean, why wouldn't they just arrest this guy now? They have him in sight and how do they know another job is going down tomorrow?
The job went so well that Mickey thought Mr. Stregga would make this a regular thing, but he doesn't usually use the same guy twice. Mickey takes this well. Just kidding! He decides to instead to show up anyways and force Pearl to be the bagman. He knocks out the guy who is supposed to be doing the job and for some reason we never see that other guy again.
The cops move in and chase Pearl, while Mickey just yells at her to run.
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Mickey shoots one of the cops. There is no way he is going to get away with this.
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The other cop shoots Pearl. They are totally screwed.
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But somehow they limp away from the cops. How did they not get caught?
Mickey proves to be even more of a scumbag by letting Pearl just die on his couch without getting her medical attention. She kept repeating again they are "one guy." Seriously what does that mean?
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Mickey smashes a doll against the wall.
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With Pearl dead, he decides to pin the whole thing on her so Stregga's goons will go after her instead of him. This guy really deserves what's coming to him.
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Looks like some bad stuff is coming his way.
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Suddenly, he notices his hand is burned. This looks familiar.
As he is running, he starts to look different.
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Well that makes no sense.
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Oh no he's getting boobs!
Mickey has made the full transformation into Pearl when Stregga's guy finds him.
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Here comes the blow torch.
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Oh I get it, they are one guy! Wait what?
The Hitchhiker emerges from the shadows again and says that Pearl loved Mickey like no one else (I can't see why) and they were one against the odds. But when he used her badly and suffered her fate and was tried by his own conscience (what conscience?) and sentenced by an unwritten law. What law would that be?
This one was just okay. The twist was sort of interesting, even though it made no sense. I'm not sure what the deal with the dolls was though. I thought maybe he was going to turn into a doll. But I guess we've seen that before...
The next episode looks really great, so I'm pretty excited for it. Until then, stay away from dolls and blow torches.
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