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the-head-ancho-chilli · 1 year

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The Hashira and their Sense of Humor

Apologies for the hiatus! A lot has happened over the last couple of months and I'm finally getting some of them (somewhat) resolved through therapy and A LOT of patience with myself. So here's a post that I written back in October that brings me so much joy! Thank you all for your patience ^^

Word count: 2k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You know those types of people who want to tell you a really funny story but they need to stop laughing first?

And they've been laughing for the past fifteen minutes?

Yeah that's Mitsuri

I'm not entirely sure what to categorize this either than comedic storytelling

She could probably be a standup comedian too, she has some good stories to tell

But Mitsuri is really in her element when when someone else is telling a mildly amusing story

She will just keep adding onto it to somehow make it even more funnier than it was originally intended

Misturi could make an inside joke between you guys too, she is the designated funny friend of the Hashira

I also feel like she sometimes makes self-deprecating jokes, but not on any serious topics

Like she enjoys poking fun at the fact that she's still single

For an example, Mitsuri and Shinobu could be making an order at a restaurant for lunch

By the time Mitsuri finishes her first round of food and hands the dishes to the waiter, she accidentally drops them causing all the plates and bowls to shatter all over the floor

She tries to help clean up but the staff insists that she shouldn't worry about it

Sitting back down with Shinobu, cheeks red from embarrassment, Mitsuri will crack an awkward smile and say "Yeah, this is why I'm still single!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is the most sarcastic motherfucker on this list

I feel like his number one policy is "Don't ask me stupid questions"

He's already annoyed like 70% of the time, just don't annoy him even more

But then again...

"Hey Obanai, did you lose this?" "No I was just playing hide and seek with an inanimate object for fun, YES I fucking dropped it"

"You look really tired, are you doing okay?" "Hell yeah, nothing says healthy like eye bags as dark as my hair"

"Can I pet your snake?" "Yeah you just gotta let him nibble you first but don't worry, he's only venomous"

Usually he's kinda rude about it but he does have his nice moments

"Hey Obanai, can you pass me that?" Obanai will just say no but hand and just hand it to you anyways

Some people just don't understand sarcasm all the time and that's when he kinda runs into some trouble

Obanai and Kyojuro were walking to a meeting together, but Obanai had forgotten his jacket AND haori

It was quite chilly outside too, so poor Obanai was shivering while trying to keep Kaburamaru warm

Kyojuro asked Obanai "My friend, winter is coming! Aren't you cold?"

Obanai deadpanned and said "Of course not, I'm just practicing my acting. Glad to see that my shivering is that convincing"

"How interesting! Maybe you should audition for a play at the theatre!"

Obanai's annoyance kept him warm for the rest of the day

Tengen Uzui

Quite an obvious statement, but Tengen’s humor mainly comprises of sex jokes and innuendos

The man has three wives, of course he would find that shit funny

Like he will be in the middle of a meeting, and everyone will line up to receive some gifts from Kagaya

He will say "Come in a straight line, my students"

Tengen will chuckle and say "That's what she said"

Tengen is also the type to be "gay with the homies" and loves to embarrass Sanemi and Obanai by making jokes about being in love or hooking up with them

He chooses specifically those two because it felt awkward to make the jokes to Gyomei

Tengen once spent forty-five minutes explaining to Kyojuro that he didn't actually want to buy him dinner after Kyojuro gave him a genuinely offended look to the highest degree

"How deceitful of you, Tengen"

He pretty much wrote off saying jokes like that to Kyojuro following that incident, but he really can't help himself sometimes

I don't think that Tengen solely has generic innuendos he uses on everyone, he likes testing what SPECIFIC category of sex jokes makes people uncomfortable

Like if Giyu goes to the bathroom, Tengen will saunter up with a finger gun on his chin and ask "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"

Everyone is throwing their shoes at him

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Of course this sadistic bastard likes slapstick, what we’re you thinking?

He may be good at holding in a laugh, but you can still see that stupid smirk on his face if anyone stumbles

One time Tengen's six foot ass fell face first while running late to a meeting

Sanemi actually struggled to keep his composure that day, he had to bite his lips together to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face

People getting smacked upside the head, tripping others, people getting violently angry, Sanemi loves it all

He refuses to admit that Zenitsu is funny

Now a regular civilian is one thing, but children getting roughed up is another

there was a particular incident where Sanemi had come across some kids swinging on a tree branch near a market he occasionally visited

This week ass branch definitely didn't have the strength to hold up any of those kids

So Sanemi did what any sane person would, and stuck around to watch this disaster happen

Well unfortunately for this one child, the branch snapped mid-swing and fell right on their face

And there was Sanemi, a hand over his stomach from laughing at these dumb kids

He didn't even stop to help them or anything, just calmed down from laughing so hard and walked away to continue shopping

Shinobu Kocho

An absolute queen of insult humor

Even Sanemi can’t beat Shinobu at her best

Do you even think she would stick with the basic ass jokes? Of course not

She can be an absolute menace if she really wants to

Shinobu is just tired of everyone's shit, and she can get even more exhausted from putting on that smile nearly as much as Kyojuro

She just can't keep up

Which brings me to my main point, which is that Shinobu's funny side usually comes out in rants or vents with the people closest to her

She and Mitsuri both express their humor by storytelling, Shinobu's just originates more from anger an annoyance rather than an effort to be entertaining

Regardless of who Shinobu's around, everyone can tell that when she walks through the door with steam coming out of her ears, everyone's gonna be laughing their asses off

As anyone can agree if they've worked in any form of customer service, there are some days where you are so damn close to breaking your cool

When Tengen got placed in the Butterfly Estate's infirmary, Shinobu was actually going to kill a patient instead of saving them for once

Like this man was just demanding shit and teasing his friend left and right, and Aoi had never been so afraid of her mentor in her entire life

Aoi tried to calm her down, "Sticks and stones Shinobu, don't let him get to you!"

Tengen only snickered

Ooooo, she lost her shit

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but PLEASE. FUCK. OFF"

Angy Shinobu is best Shinobu

Kyojuro Rengoku

Look me in the eyes and tell me Kyojuro doesn’t like puns

I know you can't do it

He will howl with laughter nearly every time you tell him a pun

"Hey Kyo, you're never gonna believe it! Remember my friend with a bakery? Well it just burned down!"

At first he'll show genuine concern, politely shouting "How unfortunate!"

"Don't worry about it, his business is toast"

Give him a minute...

"Ahahaha! Good one!"

Not only does he like being told puns, but if he has a good opportunity to tell a well timed pun he will not stop giggling until he tells it

One time you, Tengen, Mitsuri, and Kyojuro were all trying to decide where to eat after a long day of work

At one point Tengen suggested hotpot, even offering to take you all to one that Makio and Suma liked

Kyojuro tried muffling his laughing, but his attention was redirected when you asked him what he thought of the idea

Finally able to cease his giggles, Kyojuro proudly shouted "SOUPER"

It doesn't matter if you find the joke funny or not, Kyojuro's laughter is so contagious that you're dying at the silly pun

What a fucking dork <3

Giyu Tomioka

If there was a form of comedy that’s applicable at any given moment, Giyu would use it on a daily basis

Luckily for him, Giyu discovered it very quicky and refuses to let the tactic go

That's right, Giyu is physically incapable of stopping himself from making a "your mom" joke

Everyone can blame Obanai for that one

Quite literally at any opportunity, Giyu will mutter the phrase under his breath

Unfortunately, because it has become such an unconscious thing for Giyu, this bad habit of his ends up kicking his ass at the worst of times

with all due respect to Giyu's efforts, it just makes him unintentionally funny

in an awkward way

Giyu visited one of his favourite restaurants on his day off, the waiter asked "Is there anything else you would like, sir?" after giving his order

Now Giyu didn't mean it, he really didn't

It just slipped out of his mouth so easily

"Your mom"

Let me tell you, the silence was absolutely deafening

After the two stared at each other in mutual confusion, Giyu just wordlessly left due to the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness he had caused

He tried to go back, truly, Giyu made the effort and walked through the door

But he made uncomfortable eye contact with that same waiter and walked out

He hasn't gone back to that restaurant since ;,)

Gyomei Himijima

I have already established in my Gyomei Headcannons post that Gyomei is the dad friend of the Hashira (go check out that post if you haven’t btw ^^)

So of course he's going to make dad jokes, everyone saw this coming

God forbid you ever complain around him, he will see it as an opportunity (usually)

"Man, I'm really hungry" Gyomei will hand you a bento box and say "Hi hungry, I'm prepared

He is THAT GUY that makes "I haven't seen you since last year!" jokes

Every single year without fail

Shockingly, Gyomei and Kyojuro will bond over their mutual love for super corny jokes

One time while training Genya, Gyomei asked him "Child, what is long and sticky?"

Genya paused his routine to think for a moment, slightly disturbed by the question

"I don't know what you- fresh mochi?" Gyomei shook his head

Genya made a claw gesture with his hands, knowing Gyomei couldn't see it

"No idea, what's long and sticky?"

Gyomei gave a small, sly smile before responding

"A stick, little one"

To be honest, Gyomei's jokes do annoy some of the Hashira whenever he makes them (mainly Shinobu, Obanai and Tengen)

Normally because he's so calm about it

Tengen usually is one to lose his temper over it though

"You really got a joke for about everything, huh?" "Indeed I do, Tengen. I even have one about construction"

Tengen's eye will twitch as he taunts Gyomei "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it then!"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend. I'm still working on it"

Kyojuro's laugh echoes throughout the meeting as Tengen realizes he most definitely walked into that one

Muichiro Tokito

His sense of humor is weird

That’s all I have, anything that Muichiro finds funny is actually kinda strange

He does this thing where he will go in with a fistbump, but change it to a high five last second

Muichiro can do it the other way around too, but regardless it results in this silly fist-five thing that makes him chuckle

He's a little bit of a devious child so his sense of humor kinda comes from whatever will annoy the other Hashira

Sometimes he will sit in the middle of a meeting and just blow raspberries while spacing out a little

It annoys the fuck out of Sanemi and Obanai because Muichiro's spit gets EVERYWHERE

Even Giyu thinks that kid comes with his own splash zone

He's not one for pranks per say, but he likes reaping a bit of terror amongst the other Hashira

One time Muichiro stole Tengen's red eyeliner one weekend purely for entertainment

the next day when everyone showed up to the meeting, people got to witness a very distressed Tengen

Holding up Sanemi and Obanai midair by the collar of their shirts, Tengen interrogated the both of them where they hid his shockingly expensive liner

Of course no one would suspect the slobbering kid, who was inconspicuously blowing raspberries

Had anyone asked Muichiro if he saw Tengen's liner, Muichiro would turn to the fuming man and giggle

Secretly, Aoi is Muichiro's unknowing accomplice in these scenarios

"Here Aoi, could you hold this for a while?" "Uhh, sure? What is it for?" "Hmm? Oh nothing..."

Don't underestimate this little shit

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Hey y’all! Hope you liked this post, it was such a pleasure to write it ^^

I’m hoping that now I’ll be able to write more for this blog now that I have more time, and I have more posts lined up in the future :)

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l3xdrigo · 2 months

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I had silly thoughts run into my mind, Regulus igniting Vertin's passion to do art again by showing her an abandoned wall and bringing spray paint.

Vertin is more traditionally on painting but she has known about spray paint and has been wanting to try them for a long time and Regulus gives her the opportunity to test them out.

When first picking up one of the spray cans, she's not sure what she wants to create, what type of mural or artwork. Vertin is pretty unfamiliar on how to work with such a big canvas, and with a tool she hasn't quite got the grasp of yet. Regulus comes back with a bunch of paint buckets and big and small paintbrushes "What are these for? " "To help us with the painting of course, I may not be the best at any painting stuff but this pirate is passionate in anything art based and the freedom of expression! " Regulus happily chimed.

Vertin was grateful but she's not sure what to make yet, so she asked Regulus who gave her one of the buckets of paint, puzzled, she looks at Regulus "what am I supposed to do with this? "

"Throw it of course! Throw it against the wall and watch it splatter, let it be messy, let your artwork be free. It has been awhile since you last painted yes? So why not let all your creative ideas out now? "

Vertin looks at Regulus and then to the paint bucket in her hands, the swirling color inside it, she knows what she needs to do. Taking a slight step back, she throws the paint out of the bucket towards the wall, making a huge splatter to it and some to themselves as well. Regulus let's out a cheer "There ya go! Now, Let's get painting!"

Splashes of colors added to the wall, the more added, the more Vertin felt free. The paint flowing down like raindrops, the lines of contrasting colors overlapping each other, using the spray paints to add more texture and little designs and details. It was messy yes, but it was free, Regulus smiling wildly as she continues to paint the already very colorful wall, this felt nice, it felt great. Vertin was smiling, laughing even at times where they get hit with splashes of paint, Regulus's joy has been contagious and seeing Vertin happy made Regulus even more joyful.

After finally finishing their artwork, both sat down on the ground, facing what they've created. It was a messy mural, with designs of their interest, a music disk, some doves, a golden thread, butterflies and much more. Both were covered in paint and colors, it'll take a while to get them off but that's the least of their worries for now. "I think this pirate can say that, that is one beautiful mural" "It is, thank you Regulus, for bringing me out here and doing this" "No problem, you've been cooped up in that office for days now, I think you deserved a break.. And you did tell me you liked painting so, this was the best idea I could come up with" "One of the ideas you had that didn't end in disaster *pfft*" "Oi-"

Both bickered for a bit, laughing and giggling like children. It's moments like these that make all the work and sacrifices worth it, even with the weight of responsibility of being the timekeeper, others are lending a hand to carry the weight, just like Regulus. Both sat there, as the sun sets and hope rebuilds.

(Or platonic soulmate Reguvert my beloveds<333)

Bonus:

As both sat quietly, a song from the radio that Regulus brought suddenly plays "Oh hell yeah! I love this song.. Say Vertin, do you dance? "

The timekeeper pondered for a bit and gave her an answer "I do, why? "

"Well, would you like to dance with this pirate? I think that'll be fun"Regulus stood up and stretched out her hand, Vertin, slightly surprised by the sudden request, but accepted it, taking Regulus's hand into hers.

" Though be aware that this pirate may not be the best at dancing, but will certainly try her best" It's been awhile since both had danced, and more so with someone but none of that mattered right now, they're just here to have fun. Dancing to the beat of the music, as both moved to the rhythm, a few slip up's here and there but is still going strong. Going with the flow of the music, both have actually made a good dancing pair, being able to move to the rhythm easily and adjusting their movements to near perfection. Despite not even having steps in mind, both have their own, synchronized and adapting as the music goes on. It felt like walking on air as they continued to dance, they kept this on till the music ended and both were exhausted.

"I must say, you're a great dancer Regulus"

"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself, we should do this more often" "I'll check if my schedule can free up a bit"

They realized that it was near dark soon, both headed back into the suitcase, walking and talking about their interest, plans and anything really. They've grown into each other's company, and they wouldn't have it any other way, a captain and her second best mate, a bellwether and her first follower.

#reverse 1999 #vertin #Regulus #Reguvert #I dont really mind if you see this as romantic or platonic #I just have brainrot about them and wanted to share this :3 #the captain's second best mate #the bellwether's first follower after years of walking alone

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cowboycannibalism · 9 months

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just got out of a late showing of Talk To Me and I have thoughts!

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

so let's dive in while it's still fresh in my mind

Grief is a heavy player in this movie and that's what makes it so good. So much of what happens is because of Mia not being able to let go or face her grief. she's vulnerable to the spirits/demons/souls because she's lonely and sad and she's trying to find anything to make her feel.

The opening scene was absolutely amazing! it sets up how fucking crazy the movie is going to be. It brings us into the world where everything is for views, everyone is entertainment even when they're suffering. It's not the focus of the film but they way social media guides the story is interesting.

to add to the previous point, every time someone does the "game"/seance, the others whip out their phones with lightening speed. They laugh, they point their cameras at the possessed and scream and shout in joy regardless of what the possessed is doing. we see this in Daniel's first go which is a weird sexual possession that leaves him embarrassed and scared, whereas the group is laughing and recording. it's also what brings Mia to the hand in the first place, she keeps seeing the videos posted of people playing the game and having "fun"

I really liked the kangaroo scene because it was so jarring and the foreshadowing was just mwah. wonderful.

I will admit Mia got annoying because you want her to know that she should stop, but she won't. I was literally trying not to yell at the screen lol

on the other hand (ha hand), I get it. She was desperate, grief will do that to you, she just wanted answers and closure. And that can drive you mad.

The gore/violence in the movie was so good for a possession film! The Riley scene was intense and had the small amount of us in the theater squirming and yelling and gasping. And the limbo/purgatory scene although brief was not what I was expecting and it blew me away, it gave cronenbergian/yuzna's Society [1989] vibes.

the cast was very very good! Sophie Wilde played Mia with such an intensity and passion that drew me in even when I didn't care for her character's actions. And the supporting cast stood their own which was awesome because sometimes in horror those other characters can sometimes get pushed aside or fade into the background.

the sound design had me so tense! I swear I thought I was hearing things and not sure if it was me or the movie. We don't talk enough about sound when it comes to horror. It's honestly what really scares me, more than the actual scenes, it's the score that revs up my anxiety and fear.

All in all, the movie was really good! I'm not even a huge fan of possession horror but I was excited to see it and really glad that I did. I know it's been greenlit for a sequel which would be interesting depending on where they take the story but I'm definitely more interested in the prequel that they've already made!! I hope it gets picked up by A24 like the sequel is because I definitely would like to know more about the hand and mythology behind the "game".

Just to add on some more personal thoughts: It's interesting to me how often grief plays a role in horror. From Midsommar to Hereditary to The Babadook to classics like Pet Sematary, the list goes on. We are vulnerable when we're grieving, easier to let bad things in or ignore the people who love us who are trying to help. When I watch horror about grief, it gets to me more often than any others because I've known grief like a childhood friend. It's been with me my entire life. But I've learned to handle it better than I used to, and with movies like this it's a safe place for me to let it consume me, let it be messy and overwhelming like it is for the characters in the movie.

Anyways to wrap this up please go see Talk To Me! If you like possession movies you'll like it, if you like movies with deeper layers you'll like it, it feels like there's a little bit of everything to appeal to most horror fans.

#yami's movie thoughts #horror #a24 films #a24 horror #talk to me movie #yami's hyperfixations #horror nerd #horror fan #talk to me a24 #talk to me

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the1975attheirverybest · 3 months

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A/N: Matty and Amelia’s first Valentines Day.

Warnings: none.

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Matty could smell the scent of Amelia’s body lotion as she climbed into bed next to him, going through her bed-time skincare routine while he tried to make it to the end of the chapter of the book he was reading before she’d turn the lights off.

His subconscious has come to associate that scent with sleep, cuddles, and the intimate feeling of her body in his arms. He found himself inexplicably softening and relaxing any time that lotion would come out.

She leaned to the side and planted a quick, light kiss to his cheek as she slid her legs under the covers, pausing a moment to admire how beautiful he looked with glasses on, “night, Matty.” She whispered sweetly.

Fuck the rest of this chapter. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her and get under the covers to nuzzle her. He set his book down, took his glasses off, and turned the light off.

She giggled, “tickles!” When he rubbed his beard against her skin, pressing their bodies impossibly close together.

“You’re so soft.” He whispered, sighing contentedly, as he settled into the bed. “And you smell so nice. Like passion fruit.”

“It’s my lotion.”

He already knew that.

“Did you have a good day, today?” She turned around in his arms to press her lips to his, tickling stray strands of hair behind his ear.

“It was alright.” He shrugged, “Slow work at the studio. Missed you loads.”

Amelia blushed, smiling, and wondered if she would ever get used to hearing him say that.

“What’d you do today?” He asked, sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers ran through his hair.

“Not much. Just revised some designs. Might be coming to work for your label again soon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Been asked to help out with the newer artists, and….i don’t know. Might say yes.”

“You should!” Matty said instantly, his eyes still closed, eyebrows raised expressively. “That way we’d see each other more. Might even be in some meetings together.”

She giggled. “I don’t know how wise it would be to plan career moves like we plan dates.”

Her words seemed to awaken him from the edge of sleep. He jolted in her arms. His eyes suddenly flung open. “Speaking of which!” He whispered loudly. “What’re we doing for Valentine’s Day?”

“Didn’t know you were the Valentine’s Day type. Thought you’d moan about how it’s some kind of capitalist scam designed to commodify the one thing that should remain sacred between humans or whatever.”

Matty laughed silently, shaking his head. “You make me sound like a joy to be around.”

“What can I say? I like my men like….like- wankers.”

“Oh fuck off!” He kissed her cheek. “For your information, I do think it’s a capitalist lie. But it’s an excuse to make time and effort to be with you. And I do love you. So, I will gladly participate in this dehumanizing corporate ritual.”

“How romantic.” She teased.

“Seriously, Amelia. I want us to have a perfect first Valentine’s Day. So, tell me what you’d like. Let’s do something together.”

***

Matty offered George his cigarette lighter, reclining his chair backwards and putting his feet up on the computer desk.

“And then she said,” he pulled the cigarette off his lips, “that she’s never celebrated Valentine’s Day before.” Matty announced, baffled, “can you believe that?”

George cupped the flame and tilted his head down to bring the tip of the cigarette to the fire. “Hmm.” He took a long drag, a puff of smoke filling his line of vision.

“She said she’s either been single most Februarys, or, in a new-ish relationship where it’s too early to do anything serious. So….” Matty’s hands flailed in the air.

“So, what’s the plan, then?”

“I don’t fuckin know! It’s why I’m asking you. It’s not just- our first valentines. It’s her first ever valentines.”

“Right.” George closed his eyes, his brows crossed, in deep thought. “Could go the classic route: dinner at a fancy restaurant. Get dressed up. Reservations. Nice piece of jewelry. Roses and chocolate and all that. Failproof plan.”

Matty groaned in disgust. “Cliche. Boring. Predictable. Trite.”

“Alright, alright. Fine. You don’t like it. I get the idea. Don’t have to piss all over it.” George shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out in front of him. “How about….something more lowkey and intimate. Night in at home, perhaps? You can still do flowers and candles and all that shit. Just the two of you together the whole night.”

Matty shurgged. “So…average Tuesday night?”

George rolled his eyes. “Weekend getaway, then?”

“Too dramatic.”

“Fine, write her a song.”

“What are we? Fifteen?”

George scratched the back of his head. “I don’t know, Matty. Ignore each other on opposite ends of the couch and fall asleep in front of the tv like a retired old married couple? Do whatever you like! I’m sure it’ll be fine as long as you’re trying. That’s the point isn’t it?”

Matty scoffed. “Useless.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m asking Hann.”

“Sure. Ask the boring married man.”

“Well, he’s been married a while. He’s obviously done something right.” Matty shrugged.

“He’ll tell you to cook her dinner and stay in. Mark my words.”

“Sounds kinda nice actually.”

George stared at his friend, incredulous. “Isn’t it what I JUST suggested?”

“ still. Gotta check with Hann.”

“Well, you better do it somewhere else cuz Amelia’s coming to meet with me in a bit.”

Matty’s eyes darted from his phone screen to George’s face. “What? Why?”

“Told you she’s designing the thing for the album I’m producing.”

“Right….right. Text me when she’s gone?” Matty walked over to the door, placing the phone to his ear and waiting for it to ring.

“Mhm.”

***

“Well, so? Did you get it?” Amelia whispered, leaning in close, even though they were the only two people in the studio.

George rolled his chair away from the desk, to the other end of the room, unlocking a discrete drawer. “Yup. Here it is. One, extremely rare, 1973 recording of Donny Hathaway, ‘I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know.’” He smiled, wide, “Matty’s gonna lose his fuckin mind.”

“You’re a lifesaver, George. I owe you one. For real.”

“Nonsense.” He waved her off. “Just, erm….dont forget to send me the video of his reaction. I need it for a….lets call it an ‘independent project’ of mine.”

Amelia giggled. “You got it. Thank you, seriously. You’re the best.”

George nodded, wheeling himself back to the desk. “So? Do you know how you’re going to surprise him with it?”

Her eyes twinkled with pride. “Fuck yeah. I’ve made a special reservation at his favorite place. I’m taking him to dinner. Wining and dining and all that. Just when he thinks the night is over…I’ll pull it out. He’ll have no idea what hit him.”

***

Matty winced as he brought the ladle up to his lips for a quick taste. “I know! I’m sorry! I know you’re at dinner. I’m trying to be at dinner, too. But I think- I think I might have fucked it.” He, sighed, exasperated. “I- just- don’t think the sauce is meant to be bubbling quite as- mum, please! Turn on your camera I’ll show you.” He tapped his own camera in return, focusing it on the sauce pan in front of him.

Denise laughed, saying something about how he should’ve turned the stove off fifteen minutes ago.

“It’s not funny! This never would’ve happened if you’d let me come over and practice last week like we said- fuckin hell….well- do I- start over- I-“

“Matthew, breathe. You’re going to hyperventilate.”

“Well….It’s a good thing the gift I got her is perfect. By the end of the night she just might forgive me for this d disgusting dinner.”

“Pop the chicken in the oven, and just re-make the sauce. It won’t take too long! Fifteen minutes. LOW heat. No more; no less.”

“Right, right.” Matty nodded. “Fifteen minutes.” He echoed his mother’s instructions. “Fuck! I think- I think I just heard her come in. I’ve got to go. Bye now. Lots of love. Have fun at dinner. Say hello to everyone!”

Amelia walked through the door, greeted by an arrangement of teacup candles that flickered warmly, shining her way into the dining room. Her heart melted at the bouquet of flowers that stood at the center of the table. She clutched the record inside her bag closer to her chest, smiling to herself. She set her bag down, pulling out a bouquet of her own, and blushing in anticipation.

“Matty?” She called out his name as she approached the kitchen, hearing, in response, the banging sound of pots and pans, followed by her boyfriend’s incoherent cursing. She rushed into the kitchen. “Matty? Are you alright?”

“No! No! No! I- I mean yes! Just don’t- fuck!”

Running inside, she was relieved to find him unharmed standing in the middle of the kitchen, with freshly washed pots and pans at his feet.

“Was just putting away some dishes and- oh.” He paused when he saw her walk in. “What’ve you got there?”

“These? Oh, these are for you.” Amelia straightened her posture, walking slowly over to him. “Flowers and chocolate.” She giggled, suddenly feeling foolish. “Gosh. Is that….stupid? I just- I don’t know. I figured men don’t usually get gifted stuff. They’re the ones doing the gifting on days like today, so- god that sounds so fuckin-“

“Perfect.” Matty blurted out, placing a hand on her arm. “It’s perfect. I’m- so- I don’t even know what to say.” He stammered. “Th-thank you.”

“Really? You promise you’re not just saying that to spare me the humiliation?”

He chuckled; shaking his head. “Not at all. Nobody’s ever gotten me flowers and chocolate before! Feels nice to be spoiled like that.”

He took the flowers and chocolate out of her hands, setting the bouquet down and instantly digging into the box of chocolates. “Does it say, on the thing, which ones are which? Or do I have to bite into them to go find out?”

“Wait! Don’t eat that-“

“Too late. I think this one’s got some raspberry in it or something… it’s good! Try it?” He brought the remaining piece up to her lips.

She accepted the taster, licking her lips. “I just meant don’t fill up on chocolate. We’ve got dinner plans.”

Matty’s brows furrowed. He wondered if they’d made a commitment that he’d somehow forgotten about. “We…hmm?”

She grinned, excitedly. “I made reservations!”

“What?! No! I- made dinner. Well, I’m making dinner…I hope I am, anyway… but- erm… if you’d rather go out- I guess I could just- it’s fine-“

“Oh- Matty.” She looked around the kitchen, finally, realizing what she’d interrupted. “You didn’t have to! It’s fine. I’m fine. We don’t HAVE to go out. I just figured you’d want to, that’s all.”

Matty felt conflicted. He’d been so caught up in trying to surprise her that he hadn’t considered whether or not she’d have different expectations.

“Oh. I mean- no. It’s fine either way. I guess I’d imagined that we’d just - have a night for just us, you know? Everyone’s probably out at dinner tonight- it’s-“

“No, you’re right. Let’s- you’ve already gone through the trouble of making stuff for us- let’s just do your thing. I’ll call and cancel.”

“Are- you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Wanna have dinner with you. Here. Now.”

She kissed him.

***

“Erm…Amelia? Darling? Have- have you made that call yet? Cuz if not….you might want to keep those reservations after all….i think- I might have burned our dinner.”

All the way from the bedroom, Amelia could only vaguely make out the word “burned,” but it was enough to alarm her and send her sprinting into the kitchen. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I promise. The chicken isn’t though….”

Amelia chuckled as she looked down at the dish that Matty had just pulled out of the oven. “What on earth happened to this poor chicken?”

Matty shrugged. “I feel like I did everything the instructions told me to. But, erm, I’ve obviously gone wrong somewhere.”

***

Amelia plopped down onto the couch next to him. “App says pizza is on its way.”

Matty looked down at his feet in shame, nodding in silence. “I’m sorry I ruined our night.” He mumbled.

“You did not! You’ve been so thoughtful and sweet-“

“Don’t have to lie to my face about it.”

“I’m not lying!” She placed her hand on top of his, squeezing it gently. “Look at all these candles you lit up for us. And the table that you set. The flowers? They’re so cute. Nobody’s ever done that for me before! I love it! Really!”

A weak smile gradually made its way onto Matty’s face. Those were still not the standards that he’d hoped to measure his success by, but he was glad that she felt appreciated.

“Besides! I still have one more trick up my sleeve.” Amelia announced.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. I got you a present!”

He laughed. “Well; so did I.”

“Shall we open them? To lighten the mood?”

The light finally returned to Matty’s eyes. “Yes, yes, okay! I’ll go get mine. You go get yours. We’ll meet back here on this couch, yeah?”

“You go first!” Matty squealed, his legs bouncing, barely able to contain his excitement.

Amelia laughed, kissing him softly. “You’re so cute when you’re excited like that.” She took the gift from his hands. “It’s fine either way cuz I’m pretty sure my gift is going to blow yours out of the fuckin water.”

Matty rolled his eyes, feeling his competitive instincts kick in. “No it won’t. Just open it and see for yourself!”

Amelia’s hands delicates untied the sleek ribbon, already thinking about how she planned to save the wrapping paper forever. She found the taped up corner to undo with as little damage to the wrapping as possible, slowly, cautiously, unveiling her gift. It only took her one peak at what’s inside to burst out into a fit of uncontainable laughter.

“What?” Matty demanded, eyes darting between her and the present. “What’s happened? What’s so funny? Why’re you laughin??”

Amelia attempted to swallow her giggles and straighten her face, several times, unsuccessfully. The longer this went on, the more impatient Matty became. “Just- just finish opening it! Open it would you?!!!” He grabbed her by the shoulders.

Finally, she found the self-restraint necessary and looked up at him. “Matty, I- got you the exact same thing.”

***

Donny Hathaway’s velvet voice crooned in the background behind the glugg of the wine as Matty pour them each a glass.

Said I love you

More than you'll ever know

Amelia opened the pizza box over the duvet, pulled a cheese slice apart from the rest of the pie. “Sex, wine, AND pizza?” She giggled. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

Matty clicked his glass to hers. “Here’s to a million more, my love.”

She hummed over a mouthful of pizza. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Matty. I love you always.”

“Love you always. More than you’ll ever know.”

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Shadowheart's high pitched voice is actually really empowering to me as someone with a high pitched voice... :T thanks for perpetuating the idea that women sound "childlike" for that. I had to unfollow for how rude you've been about this character, why totally redesign her if you despise her so? Cannot imagine spending so much energy on something you don't like. If I don't like a character I just don't draw them at all, it's really that simple. Why spread so much negativity? You could have gone about this in a better way if you really wanted to redesign her, coming in with this like "I fixed her" attitude is extremely off-putting.

First off, that's great that you find Shadowheart and her voice empowering to you. Having a higher pitched voice on its own isn't childlike to me and, if I'm thinking of the post where you're getting this from, I just said that her voice sounds very young, I didn't reference it's pitch at all.

And I don't think the actual pitch of her voice is particularly high either - I just think she sounds very youthful and her character has a sort of youthful arrogance that feels very "teenage" in its delivery. And it's this delivery that, when coupled with her design and her writing, I find perpetuates a women character trope I personally dislike. This trope of eternal feminine youthfulness and, especially when paired with this amnesiac/brainwash characteristic, a sort of "born sexy yesterday" feeling to her that is already so prevalent with SO many "strong young women" characters in media. I just don't particularly like constantly seeing it. It's a preference and it's not for me - especially with how it's treated here, which doesn't seem to add anything different to this type of storyline. I wish it was handled differently in the writing.

Regardless, you're completely missing the point with this Shadowheart drawing. As you feel empowered with hearing the voice acting from this character, I feel empowered drawing/reimagining characters as fat. There is close to zero representation of fat characters in media who are being portrayed as strong, interesting, beautiful, and desirable characters - especially as part of the main cast. The representation for characters like Shadowheart is plentiful in media spaces, oversaturated even, and if I can draw characters like her in designs - in this case, where they are literally completely the same except they are fat - then I'm going to do it. Because doing this makes me feel - what you called "negativity" - nothing but joy. I feel immense joy reimagining characters as fat. It makes me feel seen, and that gives me joy. It makes others feel seen, and that gives me joy. It brings in people who are excited and love to see change and different bodies in these spaces, and that brings joy.

Me critiquing this game is not me despising it, far from it actually. If anything I'm enthusiastically frustrated. The reason I am so impassioned with this game is because I enjoy so many aspects of it and see so much potential for ways that I would love to see it improved. This is something that I, and many others, enjoy doing. It's fun to think about, it moves your brain around - it's called critically consuming something, not hating it. There's a difference.

It's probably for the best that you unfollowed because this doesn't sound like a space for you at all. I'm glad to be off-putting in these situations because I will stand for what I want to see more of - respectful depictions of fat people in media - and I will continue to do so.

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Among Dragon Royalty

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YN has a hard time her first few hours in the red keep. The servants are too watchful. And the royals are strange and pale, their violet eyes unnerving to the girl.

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It took several maids to undress the strange child, intending to bathe her once she had arrived at the red keep; as the girl kicked and scratched at the strangers who grabbed her clothing. YN did not want to give up her clothes for some strange royal clothes; her skirts had design and meaning, her shawl was made by her mother, everything she wore had some type of significance to her.

Her fight increased when she noticed them reach for her satchel. YN lunged forward and slapped the woman who touched it. “Don’t touch my things!” The little girl sneered. Before the woman could get angry, the queen came into the room followed by a little boy with white hair.

“Darling, you must get cleaned. Please do not hurt the servants.” The queen asked, reaching forward to stroke her hair. Marveling at the thicker texture. “I have realized, sweetling. You have not spoken your name. May I have it?”

YN looked suspiciously at the woman, her strange purple eyes offered nothing but kindness and loyalty. “You may not have my name, you can call me YN.” A repeated phrase left YN’s lips, something she had said many times in dark lands from where she came.

“Well YN, I know this must be strange to you. It’s strange to us that a child who does not have the blood of old valyria could command such a large dragon.” Alysanne knelt to the girl, her words confusing the boy who stood at her side.

“Is that why you all look so strange? You have this old blood?” YN asked.

“Yes love, we are of old valyria. Perhaps your blood contains the same magic.” Alysanne told the girl.

“Mama, if she is valyrian like us, why does she look so different?” The boy asked.

“I am from a dark place. I don’t remember much.” YN said. “I will bathe myself, I am more comfortable that way.”

“Of course, you must join us for dinner. My husband and I wish to know you more.” Alysanne nodded. She felt such a maternal need for the girl. When she heard her fighting the maids, she almost had them taken for treason against her baby. How strange that she thought of YN as her baby already. But hearing the girl kick and struggle awoken such a fire in her, she felt so compelled to burn them. Luckily Aemon had been there to calm her.

When Alysanne stood to leave the room, YN shot up suddenly and placed a hand on the woman’s stomach. Her eyes flashed a dark deep red for only a moment before returning to their original almost black brown.

“I can feel a dragon in there. You’re going to have a baby this year.” YN said simply. Turning to the tub, YN did not notice the woman slowly and hesitantly bring her hands to her stomach. With teary eyes Alysanne tentatively rubbed the area.

“Are you sure?” She asked with a shaky breath.

“Yes. I can feel a dragon presence, it’s not mature or alive like you. But it’s the stirrings of the dragon blood there.” YN turned to Aemon, patting his head. “Your dragon blood is singing too, I think you’ll fly high with dragons.”

Aemon smiled at the girl who was only a year older than him. He didn’t seem thrilled when he heard his parents were bringing a child home, he was still missing Dany. But when he finally saw her, his mind went from apprehension to joy at the sight of a sister and playmate. Baelon was fun but as he was still so small Aemon wanted a playmate who could keep up. Like his parents, his blood felt for her but in a loyal sense of children who deemed each other playmates for life.

“Will we play later?” The boy asked.

YN smiled and nodded. Truly, she also just wanted to play around as a child would, now with the opportunity presenting itself YN felt a warm tingly feeling in her stomach. Excitement. When Alysanne carted Aemon away to allow the girl to bathe, YN stared at the dragon tapestries. Drifting away in her memory.

A memory of shadow binders dancing around a fire. Of their shadows dancing on the walls, but not matching the moments of the bodies they were meant to mimic. She dazed off to a memory of the shadow mountains, where she heard calls of old dragons. Her mind was not focused, hopping from faded memory to faded memory, but always being pulled back to the heart of darkness, and an abstract burning figure.

So it seems that the dragon blood in the Targaryen family sings to YN as well, it does not hypnotize her though. Perhaps that is due to the strange place from her memory.

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A/N: Soooo, I just wrote this after waiting way to long and wanted to share it. Hope you guys like it!

If you asked Lyney what his favorite part of performing magic was, he would say it was seeing the reactions of the audience. This was partially true. There was no beating the satisfaction of seeing people's faces light up in wonder at the spectacles before them, but what was even greater was the smiles on their faces. Growing up, he and his sister had little to smile about. Life on the streets leads to a lot of mistrust, both on their own parts and of others. It was at his first magic show that, through his amazement of the showmanship and miracles before him, he turned to his sister and saw an even greater miracle, a smile on Lynette's face.

From that day forward, both he and Lynette dedicated themselves to the craft of magic. Lyney might have made the excuse that it was for money, but he knew the real reason was to get the chance to give others a sliver of joy through their day.

That love of seeing his sibling happy extended as he and his sister were adopted into the house of hearth. Upon meeting his new little brother, Freminet, he recognized the same seemingly expressionless look on his face as the very one Lynette seemed to have. He never thought he would want to see anyone smile as much as his sister, but he felt the bond of family towards this quiet, shy boy almost immediately, as if the three of them had always been siblings. And for the first time, Lynette felt the same need to make him smile as well.

Maybe it was an older sibling's instinct, to protect and provide while also making sure the youngest was the happiest they could be. Or maybe it was the fact that Lynette saw a bit of herself in him. Someone who was quiet and preferred to work in the shadows while the real star of the show shined in the spotlight. Though he didn't participate in their shows, he had other ways of bringing joy to the masses while staying out of the limelight. For instance, he designed Pers himself, and he allowed a local toy company to sell miniature versions of his adorable machine. That way, he could share this small joy he had with other kids around Fontaine.

Needless to say, both siblings were always determined to see Freminet happy. They would commonly rehearse their shows and workshop new magic tricks in front of him, looking to see what made him smile the most. They would always ask for his feedback, both for their own improvement and to give him a chance to feel that he contributed to the show. Almost every rehearsal left him in amazement, no matter how many times he had seen it. The only suggestion he had ever made was adding Peres to the show. Both twins thought it was only fitting that they added what was essentially their brothers mascot to some of their performances.

After workshopping some new tricks, they settled on one where he would pop out of Lyneys hat, waddle over to Lynette, then walk into her hat and disappear, only for it to reappear and waddle offstage.

"So," Lynette asked after his bow at the grand finale, "What do you think?"

Fremite was already smiling ear to ear as he watched his creation cutely walk away.

"That was amazing! How did you even get him to wind back up again?"

Lynette smirked as she went to retrieve the mechanical penguin. "You know we can't tell you the answer to that."

Freminet sighed as Pers was handed back to him. "I suppose, but that won't stop me from wondering."

"Wonder is all part of the show," Lyney chuckled as he went to ruffle his brother's hair. "I can tell this trick will be a hit. I think Pers makes a wonderful addition to our performance."

Freminet swatted his hand away and attempted to fix his hair. "Why are you so sure people will like it? I thought you guys go through tricks all the time, and you hardly ever settle on one so quickly."

"Well, if it could make you smile then it could make anyone smile." Lyney gently grabbed back Pers and held him out, making it look like he was walking towards Freminet. "I think it's a great trick." Lyney spoke in a high pitched voice, his impression of what he believed Pers sounded like.

Freminet struggled to suppress another grin. "You're so childish." He turned to Lynette for some support.

"He's right you know," She gestured to Lyney, "If something can make you happy then it's surely worth adding to the full show."

Fremite gave a groan as he snatched back his beloved penguin. "What is it with you two and mentioning me smiling whenever you get the chance. Do I really smile that rarely?"

Lynette huffed in amusement. "I'd say it's pretty rare. Even when you were a child you wouldn't smile all that often."

"True," Lyney chimed in, "it seemed like the only thing that ever made you really laugh was the games we used to play."

A pink blush appeared on Freminets freckled face, remembering him and his siblings acting out various myths and fairytales he had read about. The previous director had berated Freminet for reading these fairy tales, claiming he was too naive and needed to grow up. After that, he had hidden away his stories, that is until his siblings were adopted into the house of hearth. It was their companionship that made him want to share his stories with them. Though they didn't believe in fairy tales themselves, they saw how happy it made him, and of course they found ways to incorporate the stories into games. With their help, he slowly conditioned himself out of the habits imposed on him by the previous director and started nurturing that part of himself again. As he grew, he had less time for games, and sometimes felt he was too old for them. Even so, he still found joy in these stories.

"T-that was a long time ago." He responded.

"Not to us," Lynette said, "and last I checked you still love reading your books. Why should enjoying games be any different?"

"Because, they're..." He really had no defense. If he was being honest he did find a part of himself missed playing those games. But another part of him found it all too embarrassing. No, embarrassed wasn't the right word for it. Flustered. That's how he felt remembering those games. Still, he couldn't say he hated it.

"If I remember right, there's one fairy tale you were always particularly interested in." Lyney said.

Freminet racked his brain trying to remember which story he could be referring to. That's when he noticed the creeping grin on his brother's face and his wiggling fingers.

"The story goes that there lives fae's in the woods that love making people laugh."

His eyes widened suddenly as memories flooded back to him. The tale of the tickling fae's had been one of his favorite stories. So much so that his siblings started making up games where they would act as the mischievous creatures and do everything they could to get him laughing.

"I'm sure you're starting to remember the tickle fae's. You must, you're already turning pink. You must remember how fae's love finding people who are grumpy and tickle all the grumpiness right out of them."

Freminet felt a grin starting to form as he covered his face. He had always been extremely susceptible to teasing, which Lyney was exceptionally good at.

"Lyney, plehehehease!" He giggled, already feeling ticklish from the teasing alone.

"Please what, brother of mine? Please tickle you until you can't stop smiling?" His grin could have been mistaken for one of pure evil, but Freminet knew it was all a part of his "Fae persona", where he and Lynette would become ruthless tickle monsters.

"I-I'm already smiling!"

"True, but we've hardly gotten to see it lately. I say we should make up for lost time." He had been getting more and more occupied diving and going on missions, hardly getting the chance to spend time with them. The more he thought about it, the more he felt himself missing getting to laugh with them. Still, tickling was just so childish and silly, he wasn't sure he could handle it all without dying from being so flustered.

Suddenly, Lynette seemed to be right behind him, swiftly grabbing both his wrists and pulling his arms above his head. Freminet tried to hide his face, now with a full smile, by turning his head into his shoulder, but Lynette's grip held strong and he could only cover half his face.

"Well well well, it looks like this grumpy gus has fallen into the tickle fae's trap."

"Whahahait, lets talk abohohouht this!"

"Laughing already?" Lyney chuckled. "Seems like nothings changed, you're as ticklish as ever. And you aren't even trying to get away, just trying to hide your smile from us."

Freminet couldn't even bear to open his eyes, fearing that just looking at his siblings would cause them to attack. Still, the anticipation was killing him, and every second that passed felt like an hour.

"Stop teasing! I cahahan't help it!"

"I'll stop teasing you when you stop hiding your smile from us. The tickling fae's will get to see it one way or another, you might as well show it now."

He knew that his siblings wouldn't let up any time soon, and the build up was killing him. Against his better judgment, he turned his face to look at Lyney. "Fhihihine, are you happy no- NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Just as he had suspected, the moment he made eye contact Lyney started scribbling under his arms. He tried to pull them down but Lynette kept his arms up and high. She wasn't usually one to tease, but she had a soft smile on her face as she looked at the hysterical boy.

"There's that smile! See? That wasn't so hard."

"Yehehehes it was!"

"Well, you've done it at least. Now, which of the fae's games should we play?"

There were a few games the twins had come up with over the years to entertain their brother. Counting ribs, tracing shapes, having to choose which spot to be targeted, you name it and they had played it.

"Hm," Lynette finally chimed in, "How about we let him choose for himself."

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't make me chohohohose!" He giggled Lyney hovered his hands over him in suspense.

"If you don't pick then we'll just have to play all the games! Better choose fast, grumpy gus, or the fae's will choose for you!"

Freminet could hardly think straight through his laughter. He had extensive experience diving, and with that came good control of his breath, but these attacks always tested that ability, and he found it hard to concentrate on anything when he was this breathless from laughter.

"We'll give you till the count of 3 to choose, then the fae's will go through all their games on you!" Lyney teased. "One..." He wiggled his fingers ever so closer to his ribs. "Two..."

"THE SHAPE THING!" Freminet shouted.

"Hm? Not sure what game you're referring to, you'll have to say the name."

"T-the one where you trace shapes, and I have to guess what shape it is..."

"Oh! You mean constellations."

The name came from an old version of the game where they would trace Freminet's freckles. One day after reading a book about mythology, Freminet became sad that they couldn't see the stars from the city. To cheer him up, the twins pretended his face was the night sky and traced their own constellations as they made up their own stories, and when they ran out of room on his face they started tracing the freckles that lined his back and stomach. Freminet proved to be too ticklish to pay attention to anything, so they began a new game where he would have to guess what shape they were trying to make.

"It's been so long since we played that one. Here, I'll start with something easy."

Lyney lifted his shirt up to trace across his stomach. He used a single finger to trace out a circle right around his belly button.

"Hehehehee, I thihihihink its a circle?"

"Ding! That's right." Lynette smiled. "Hey, you shouldn't peak, that's cheating."

"Ihihihi wasn't lohohohoking!"

"Hmm, alright. I'll let you off the hook this time," She teased as she switched to holding his arms with just one hand. "It's my turn now." Right where the bicep met the under arm, she began tracing what was supposed to be the shape of a cat's head.

"Ihihihis it a house?"

"Nope." She suddenly scribbled his under arm, making him squeak.

That was one part of the game Freminet had forgotten: if he guessed wrong, they would unleash a sudden tickle attack wherever it was they were tracing.

"WAIAIAIAIT! A PERSON!"

"Still wrong." She continued scribbling her fingers over his bicep.

"IHIHIHIHI DON'T KNOW!"

"Giving up already?" Lyney laughed.

"YEHEHEHES, JUST TELL ME!"

"How unfortunate, it was supposed to be the face of a cat." She decided to show some mercy and went back to holding his arms with both hands.

"That's way too complex," Freminet wheezed through his remaining giggles.

He still hadn't thrown in the towel yet, and the twins knew that meant he was having fun, even if he wouldn't admit it. Lyney glanced to the side and saw Pers lying on the ground and an idea came to him. He snickered to himself as he picked up the mechanical penguin.

"Look at that, it seems that Pers wants to help make you laugh as well." He held out Pers, this time slowly walking him towards the younger brother to participate.

"Come on, friend," He once again said in his high-pitched impression of Pers, "I love seeing your smile, too." He slowly moved the penguin closer to Freminets torso and suddenly had him 'pecking' at his tummy.

"Nohohoho! Thihihihis is tohohoho much!"

"You used to love Pers' tickle attacks, remember?" He continued gently brushing Pers beak across his torso. Freminet would never admit it, but he did in fact used to love when they would pretend Pers wanted to join in the tickle attacks.

"Ihihihi cahahant!"

"Can't what? Can't stop giggling? That's the whole idea, little brother."

Lynette, deciding to up the game and join in the fun, suddenly releases his arms to squeeze at his ribs. Freminet threw back his head in laughter, trying his best to swat away the hands now scribbling all over his torso.

Before Lyney decided to set Pers aside, he had one more trick up his sleeve.

"I think someone could use some raspberries," he said in his Pers voice while moving him back and forth, "but I can't because of my beak." Lyney pretended to have a conversation with the little bird. "Well that just won't do. I'll just have to give him some raspberries on your behalf."

Freminet started giggling hysterically as Lynette once again took his arms to hold above his head.

"Whahahahait! Nohohohohohot thahahat!" Raspberries we're something he was especially weak against. Something about the silly noise accompanied by the ticklish sensation sent him up the wall every time, to the point he would get tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. Even just the threat of raspberries against him made him turn to a mess of hiccupy laughter.

"I'm just doing this on behalf of your friend," Lyney sang, "he's the one that wants to give you lots of raspberries. Who am I to turn down his request?" He lifted up his shirt just high enough to see his belly.

"Lyney wahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!" He was cut off as Lyney finally blew the biggest raspberry he could right above his bellybutton. He instantly started squirming like his life depended on it, kicking his legs and shaking his head back and forth. He heard his siblings laughing along with him.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long time," Lynette chucked. "We should do this more often."

"NAHAHAHAHAHA WE SHOULD- BAHAHAHA!" He was immediately cut of by another barrage of raspberries, all in quick succession and all over his tummy.

"ALRIGHT! TIME OUT!" He squealed as he kicked his feet in the air.

Lyney couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face, eyes squinted and cheeks bright as tomatoes. Nonetheless, he stopped immediately, as they always did when he officially asked for a time out. Lynette followed, releasing his arms and allowing him to curl up into a ball, residual tickles still making him giggle like mad.

"Are you alright?" She asked. She was usually the one to check first to make sure their brother hadn't been pushed too far.

Between his remaining laughter he replied, "Y-yeah, I'm alright. Its just... been a while since I've laughed like that."

"I'll say," Lyney chimed in as he handed him back Pers. "We have to start bringing more games back." He laughed as Freminet covered the blush returning to his face. "Only if you want to, of course. The whole point of this is to make you happy."

Freminet groaned. "I-I like the games, I just... Don't know if I'm getting too old for them."

"I don't think there should be an age limit on something that brings you joy," Lynette said as she wrapped her brother in an embrace.

"Agreed, dear sister. And what did the fae's say about covering that smile?" Lyney poked him in the ribs, causing him to put down his arms with a squeak.

"Ohohokay! I'll try not to cover my face anymore."

By the time he had finally recovered, Lynette had made tea for the three of them.

"Isn't it a bit late for tea?" Lyney asked.

"It's the non-caffeinated kind. I believe it's an herbal blend from Liyue, it's actually supposed to help you sleep." She took a sip herself, taking a deep breath in to get a full scent of the aroma. Her brothers followed, feeling relaxed already.

It wasn't long after they had finished that Freminet let out a yawn. The tea really did wonders.

"I don't think I can stay awake long enough to change out of my clothes," He said, eyes already drooping with sleepiness. The twins appeared just as tired as he did.

"Well, we can always shower in the morning," Lyney said as he laid back on the couch.

"Are you at least going to sleep in your bed?" Lynette said as she walked over to him.

"Nope, too tired."

Lynette and Freminet were about to leave to their own rooms when they both felt a hand pull them back to the couch. They both yelped in surprise, falling back and being pulled into their brother's embrace.

"Lyney, we have to go to our rooms!" Lynette stated, though amusement was evident in her tone.

"Lets sleep out here tonight," he responded. "Or I could just tickle the both of you until you agree."

They both felt a sudden squeeze at their sides, sending both of them into laughing fits.

"Ohohohokay! We'll stay!" She answered. "Just give us a break!"

Fortunately Lynet was too tired to dish out the same treatment on her as he did their brother. They both relaxed into his embrace as they closed their eyes for the night. Not even a few minutes later Lyney could hear the soft snores of both of them, and Friment could be seen holding Pers close to his chest. He smiled softly at the two of them, letting himself slowly drift off to sleep.

Yep, seeing his family happy and safe in his arms was all the magic he needed.

#submission #aaaaaaaahhh this is so adorable?!????!!#thanks so much for the submission!!#really sorry if it took a while to post #i only just noticed it since I've been on vacation ^^`#guys check this out it's amazing!!!#genshin impact tickling #ler!lyney #ler!lynette #lee!freminet #tickling

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azriels-angels · 2 years

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The Necklace Was Never Elain's

𓆩♡𓆪M a s t e r l i s t𓆩♡𓆪

Note: I hope I don't make a fool of myself, thinking that I found something that in reality, everyone already knew about it, but I was rereading Azriel's bonus chapter to grab more research for an Anon's request and I when I noticed that Azriel compares Elain's necklace to Gwyn. It's making me think now that the necklace was never originally for Elain, whether Azriel realized it or not . . .

"The necklace seemed ordinary—it's chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat, rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

↑𓆩♡𓆪 Here, Azriel is thoroughly describing the necklace he's gifting Elain. So much so that it easily gives the readers an exact image of what the piece of jewelry would look like. It also looks like Azriel put a lot of thought into picking out this necklace since he's able to easily go into detail of the necklace's appearance and "secret gifts".

"[...] he [Azriel] could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs to the House, proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light up upon seeing the necklace, For whatever reason . . . He could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty."

↑𓆩♡𓆪 Let's first start off with how Azriel was able to subconsciously picture what Gwyn's face would look like when seeing the necklace. The image uncontrollably popped into his mind after Clotho wrote that it would bring Gwyn joy. Now let's go back to the scene where Azriel was gifting Elain the necklace: "when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible." after reading both scenes and making the connection, it automatically made me think of Gwyn; how she lived underground beneath the House of Wind for years, being a secret to the rest of the world until she finally came out to train on the roof with her sisters Nesta and Emerie. It was then when Azriel was able to see who Gwyn really was, see her true colors:

A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

Maybe this is an indication that Gwyn does live rent free in Azriel's mind without him knowing it due to the fact that it seems like Azriel picked out the necklace because it reminds him of the priestess' beauty. Do I believe he did this consciously? No. I think it's pretty obvious Azriel isn't that in touch with his feelings. Let's also not forget that Azriel could have given the necklace to anyone, any female that he was closer to like Mor, Feyre, Nesta, or his mother. But no, he chose the person that reminded him of the necklace's beauty, the person that he originally got it for, Gwyneth Berdara.

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I'm an artist and graphic designer, so I completely get people's outrage and frustration (especially on Tumblr, where outrage is already amplified and cranked up to 11), but at the same time, they're letting the outrage blind them to reality. AI is here. It's not going away. People can do their absolute best to foil it and discourage its use -- and that's completely fair -- but, to a certain degree, all you're doing is effectively training the AI to be better at working around those measures. Developers are not going to be like, "*sigh*, well, guys, they're just throwing too many roadblocks as us, let's pack it in." It's here. At a certain point people need to suck it up or get off Tumblr and look into supporting legislation that better controls it. But ultimately, I think there's a level of futility to all of it. If you can't stop it, learn how to use it to your advantage. My company has signed up for OpenAI so that we can do just that. I use it to generate stock images that don't exist, and that I don't have time to manually create on my own. I use it to create reference photos or images (that don't already exist) for myself that are hard for me to mentally conceptualize, so that I can create my own art. People LOVE to be angry. It's been more than 10 years since it's become an online hobby for most people. The whole point of your Tumblr, and the reason that I enjoy it so much, is because it is a complete departure from that constant, seething outrage that does no one any good, and has no positive returns. I've already voted in the poll, but -- do what you love. Block the haters. It's the best you can do to maintain this nice, sweet, cozy corner you've created for yourself and those who enjoy it.

This was really well put. At the end of the day no matter if I continue to post ai content it will still exist. I’m not the mastermind behind ai, I can barely remember how to mod my sims game properly.

Also like you said artist themselves use ai to help with their art. Not every ai picture is taken from stole art. Sometimes it’s for like you said, stock photos, or just to properly visualize what you’d like to do.

While I also understand people’s frustration I never meant to offend anybody. You are right though. The whole point of me making this tumblr was because I was in a very bad stop mentally. I did want to eat, I had nightmares when I slept. I didn’t see any beauty in the world and I didn’t want to be apart of it anymore. This was very hard to deal with and I was withering away.

I thought to myself “maybe just make a blog, about the world and its beauty, about food and how it can be good, about sleep and how it can be healing. Maybe if I only look at beautiful things, things will start to feel beautiful again”

I didn’t create this blog to fight with tumblr about ai. I created it for me and people like me who need an escape from the harshness and cruelty of reality. The idea was always to post about earth and her beauty, no matter if it was human made or earth made, to remind me how much more there is to life and that not all humans harm and destroy, some give and create.

I really appreciate you giving your opinion on this matter. And I really appreciate you being here. I hope my blog continues to bring you joy and peace throughout any stressful or calm times in your life. 🫶🏻

#thank you for the asks #this was a long one #but a good one #stay hydrated 🫶🏻#stay kind #stay safe #cozy aesthetic #naturecore #earthlings #earthcore #natural aesthetic #light aesthetic #fairy cottage #cottagecore aesthetic #springcore #ai art #March

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miasiegert · 2 months

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CATS Suncoast Broadway Dinner Theatre - Hudson, FL (with Pics)

Thanks to Suncoast Broadway Dinner Theatre for renting our set and having us for the past two weeks in the Junkyard. It's always a delight working with Chaz, and we got to know an incredible cast and crew. I'm not sure how many hashtags I can use so I am going to include the cast list here for pics that arrive since all of you are so talented at Tumblr (the cast is so intrigued by Superfans, btw!)

We had many challenges with a dinner theatre because the stage is very small in order to accommodate tables. As well, actors serve patrons so I needed to design an outfit to protect the costumes and suspend disbelief. And from patron reactions, we've been told this is one of the best openings, if not the best opening, and the best show/costume the theatre has had to date and hoped we'd be back, which was very, very kind of them.

Pouncival, played by Isaiah Mayhew

Electra (u/s Bombalurina) played by Rachel Knowles (so sorry for the bad photo quality--she's stunning!)

Misto played by Kory Randles

Pounce, and these two randos, what losers. :P

Mungojerrie/Macavity split track, played by Andre Spathelf-Sanders and yeah, this jerk who keeps showing up. I adore the whole cast to bits truly but we're planning on cosplaying Green Lantern together and he was the first to get my "Archer" references in the make up classes. If it's ever of interest, I'm happy to sometime talk about my make up classes and what to do when there are "mistakes" with what I call the Bob Ross Method.

Demeter by Iraya Catalina is making an argument that maybe all Demeters need to be Filipino because she slays!

Jennyanydots and her incredibly supportive husband. She was one of the most delightful people to work with, hilarious, fun, loving, amazing hugs, and just a joy. I've never had a Jenny almost refuse to take the Gumbie suit off (which is a huge compliment). What a joy.

David was the make up designer for all of the designs except Bombalurina's, and I taught about 5-hours of make up classes.

The magic of an incredible LED screen came into play as there were cool effects, such as a first person POV of a cat going to the junkyard (bringing YOU into the show) and the sky changing with the hours of the day, the moon, everything. The lighting designer Dalton Hamilton was wonderful and provided the following photographs. All costumes designed/created by David and myself (The Costume Asylum/Siegert Creative):

I am going to try to get some rehearsal pics and one of the funniest bloopers ever but I hope this is a nice start. Happy Sunday, I'm happy to be home, but I miss these kitties so much already!

Apologies if I missed tagging anyone, y'all know I'm really trying with Tumblr very hard. Oh! Rhagan Carter (Rumpleteazer) is the Dance Captain! Knew I forgot something.

Also... is there a way I can add text when I add a bunch of pics at once to name the actors? I cannot for the life of me figure out how. I keep clicking in between photos and hit return and nothing!

Each passing day, I become more and more of that "how do you do fellow young people" meme, I swear.

If there's anything specific you'd like to know, feel free to ask or comments in general. Not sure how long it'll take to get back because I got 2 hours of sleep last night, flew in, and today is a "fuck it, let's order dominos" day. ... but... ordering dominos... is hard. moving is hard. falling down the stairs... easier than anticipated. 0/10 do not recommend.

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joseispiral · 2 years

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CRUISIN’ 4 A BRUISIN’ (Gokusen)

by Kozueko Morimoto | 156 chapters | 1999-2007

9/10

Gokusen is your typical relatable Josei manga: The protagonist, a mousy-looking girl, embarks on a quest to find love while trying to balance work life and home life. Except in this case work life is being a grade school teacher at an all-boys school, and home life is being a Yakuza heiress. This manga balances drama, comedy, and action, and oh my god, it’s so good. I started this review several months ago and I’m just finishing it now, but is it crazy for me to say I want to go back and re-read it already?

There is an unstoppable joy in Morimoto’s characterization of the protagonist, Yankumi. It’s honestly pretty cathartic to watch Yankumi bring her Yakuza know-how to public school, because lord knows the power structure of the educational institution could use a good ass-kicking. Yankumi’s teaching style can only be described as tough love, and none of the romance drama interferes with her ability to persevere and show a great deal of love to her students, family, and friends. It is so delightfully refreshing to read a manga where the protagonist is a compassionate, loyal, unfuckwithable, cop-hating teacher practicing non-hierarchical pedagogy! Emphasis on the cop-hating. I take issue with people who complain about “weak and annoying” female characters (that just sounds like a personal diss to me, ouch), but if you really just want to watch a girl utterly and completely fuck people up, Gokusen is the way to go.

What makes Gokusen so strong is how well it sticks to our Yakuza princess’s moral integrity: Nobody is irredeemable, not even mob bosses and snot-nosed teenage boys. Despite violence being her preferred solution for any problem, Yankumi isn’t hungry for power, nor does she slap people up because she wants to eradicate them. She acknowledges that her power, be it as a Yakuza heiress or a schoolteacher, can be used to improve the world, which very much appeals to me as a believer in transformative justice. I always recall my roommate telling me, after I relayed my firm stance on nonviolence, that some people really just need a punch to the face to really make them stop acting a fool. Gokusen effectively pulls off this ethos by using its buoyant and crisp tone. This manga is about beating people to a pulp and then helping them get back up again.

The second half of the series had moments that made me explode with laughter which I think is pretty hard for a comic to do! If you like Daria or even Beavis and Butthead I think this definitely scratches that itch. Just a note that there are some jokes made about pedophilia in the story, so that’s something to beware of if you’re sensitive to it. Beyond just jokes though, the main love interest is one of the high schoolers, but I actually found that plotline pretty sweet and interesting - Yankumi shows little to no romantic interest in him and most of their relationship is about him trying to prove himself to her as an adult, which hits home for me. Does that make me messed up? Did other people fantasize about a teacher or two when they were in grade school? I found that Morimoto handled that emotional landscape with serious honesty when it could have quickly become rocky territory.

Why do I see so many people complaining about Gokusen’s artwork online? Even in the first volume, when the proportions are a little funny and the lines aren’t as confident, I found the expressions and character designs irresistibly endearing. It’s got a simpler slapstick artstyle common in these older mangas that reminds me of a mix of Stop!! Hibari-Kun! and Urusei Yatsura but with a Josei twist. Ultimately the art style works in service to the writing style, which has serious moments treating characters’ intentions with levity; but also is riddled with hilarious scenarios. The sparse backgrounds allow for the focus to facial expressions and character gestures.

Just go read this manga, it’s so kickass and sweet and there is so much cop hatred. It’s for the kids who have bottomless amounts of both love and violence burning a hole in our hearts.

#gokusen #kozueko morimoto #yankumi #josei #manga #manga review #josei review #9

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