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hxney-lemcn · 6 days

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Prince and the Frog — Housewardens x gn! reader

summary: you find yourself cursed and you go to your prince to lift it.

tw: none that I can think of.

a/n: I saw something about the princess and the frog and got inspo. This is so fun, goofy, and lovely, I hope y'all enjoy <3

wc: 1.9k (~300 each character)

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You weren’t sure what you’ve done to deserve this, but even you felt it wasn’t enough. I mean a frog? Really? And the cure was a true love's kiss? Seriously? Can it get any more cliche? You might as well search for a princess and turn her into a frog as well and then set off into a journey of personal growth…you suppose a prince will have to do. You went to the first person you thought could help, time to see if they really would still love you if you were a worm, err…frog.

Riddle Rosehearts

Okay, so maybe Riddle wasn’t technically a prince, but a queen is a step above that, no? You were a little scared of his reaction, but you couldn’t stay a frog forever. Not to mention that someone else had cursed you, it’s not like you turned yourself into a frog. So when you managed to find him he freaked out, mouth agape as you explained your situation. Thank the sevens you could still talk. Riddle’s face soured, lips twisted into a scowl. At first you thought he was going to find a way to collar you in your current slippery state, but he ended up ranting about the person who cursed you, asking for any details that you could provide. The thought of kissing you to break the curse hadn’t even crossed his mind, instead skipping straight to punishing the fool who’d curse the Queen’s rose and making them reverse it. It was then that you learned just how quickly Riddle could sniff someone out if he wanted to, because the effects had been reversed by the end of the same day. (If that doesn’t show you how much he loves you then I don’t know what can).

Leona Kingscholar

…are you sure about this? I mean…yeah he’s a prince and all but he might just toss you mistaking you for a random frog who dared to encroach on his space. The type to argue he wouldn’t have to love you if you were a worm cause how ridiculous is that? Well…not so ridiculous now, huh? Thankfully, you had found Ruggie first, explaining your situation and asking for him to bring you to Leona. Not so thankfully, Ruggie found the entire thing hilarious and had to take a moment to calm himself down. He kept snickering to himself the entire way to Leona, making you want to die, or just stay a frog and live a happy life in a nice little pond and start a little froggy family. When Ruggie managed to tell Leona what was going on in between laughter Leona just stared at you like you were the stupidest motherfucker. Hey! It wasn’t like you were asking to be cursed! Has an internal conflict on what to do. On one hand he wants to prove he’s your true love, and kissing you seems to be the quickest way to get this over with…on the other you are a literal frog. Shooing Ruggie away, Leona bemoaningly gave you the quickest peck ever, making a face of disgust as he pulled away. The transformation back took a few seconds, but the look of disgust quickly turned to a smug smirk, feeling proud that you were truly his.

Azul Ashengrotto

Okay, so again, not an actual prince…but he excelled at potions, so it only made sense…except he’ll probably make you sign your life away. So maybe not a good choice once again. I pray for you because one if not both of the Leech twins are gonna find you first and they’re gonna have a field day. ‘My, you’d look perfect in one of my terrariums’ Jade would note. Floyd would probably accidentally kill you because this entire situation is oh so hilarious and he forgot he’s supposed to be holding you gently. After the two have their fun (Jade plays with you and his terrarium like you're a doll in a dollhouse), they finally bring you to Azul, laughing their asses off in their own ways. Azul stares at you blankly as the two eel brothers leave, trying his hardest to not laugh. His face is red from concealing his humor, looking to the side to collect himself. He’ll offer you the cure, but for a price. Kiss you? He has a reputation to upkeep you know. He can’t be seen kissing frogs, imagine what that’ll do to his image! No, no, just sign the contract, and to sweeten the deal he’ll have the twins deal with the pest who thought it was a good idea to curse his angelfish. If you really persist, he’ll give in eventually. To be fair, he is also curious to see if you're his true love, but on the other hand he’s terrified if you're not. He doesn’t want to lose you. And to both your delight, you transform back after he gives you a small kiss on your little froggy head…he’s also running laps in his mind at how happy he is.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s a prince and won’t think twice! He loves you truly, so it has to work! Too bad Jamil stumbled upon you first. Adamantly tries to hide you from Kalim and he feels his headache growing ten times worse. Why did you stupidly get yourself cursed? He asks like you did it on purpose. You didn’t know why the guy cursed you either! Jamil keeps you tucked in his hoodie until he can find time to bring you to Professor Crewel. You tried to fight him at first as you’d rather stay a frog than get detention for something you had no control over, but Jamil knew how to keep a tight leash on the unruly…it was his job after all. Unfortunately for him, Kalim walked into the kitchens right as you hopped out of his pocket. At first he was confused, and then even more confused, and then ecstatic. You hopped over to him, asking for him to protect you from Jamil (who was giving you a major side eye). Then you explained your predicament, and Jamil butted in about bringing you to Crewel. Innocently, Kalim offered to kiss you. No need to bother Crewel if the cure was so simple! Jamil couldn’t stop him in time, as Kalim kissed you the second he finished the sentence. Even Jamil couldn’t hide his disgust for a second at the action. Thankfully, Kalim was your true love as you had transformed back, and he hugged you gleefully. Unfortunately for Kalim, you refused any of his kisses until he rinsed his mouth (lmao).

Vil Schoenheit

Another queen. Best person to go to. He can whip up any cure just as fast as he can whip up any potion/poison. Rook, saw the whole encounter with the other student, and brought you to Vil without a second thought. He already knew everything about the idiot who cursed you so no need to stick around. Vil’s gaze turned into a disapproving stare as he looked at you. Even though Rook tried to stick up for you, dramatizing the whole event as stating how brave you were to face such a curse head on, Vil only shook his head. He motioned for Rook to follow him, not wanting to pick you up. He loves you, really he does, he just can’t afford to get his clothes dirty or stained. He picks the ingredients effortlessly, starting to brew the cure without a second thought. Both you and Rook seemed to want to get on his nerves as you both prattle on about true love and how he should kiss you. He didn’t expect you to be a cheesy sap (he’s lying), besides, don’t you know how many curses list true love’s kiss as the cure? The meaning is pointless. Besides, he doesn’t need some curse to prove his love for you, hasn’t he shown you how much you mean to him already? Or was he lacking, because he didn’t think you’d doubt him. Either way, you’re drinking the cure, he couldn’t risk that your slimy frog skin might make him break out. But don’t worry, if you really have room to doubt his love, he’ll make sure you can’t within the week.

Idia Shroud

Hahaha. Again, are you sure? He’s always holed up in his room, the only chance you're brought to him is if Ortho finds you (or vice versa). At first Ortho found you adorable, cooing at you as he floated to Idia’s room. He thought this was the perfect opportunity to show both you and Idia just how much you care for the other. How could either of you doubt the other if it's sealed with a true love's kiss? It was a brilliant opportunity! (Orthos a little too into this). He barely let his brother welcome them in before barging in and shoving a frog (you) into Idia’s face. At first Idia screeched, falling out of his gamer chair and scrambling away from the amphibian. Was Ortho pranking him? That’s totally uncool, he wasn’t some normie. But then Ortho happily blabbed about you and the curse and then it clicked…YOU WERE A FROG? Now he’s rolling on the floor laughing at you. You’d smack him if you WEREN’T A FROG. After he’s done laughing it up, he then freezes. Ortho wants him to kiss you? B-but that's gross! Who knows what diseases he’ll get if he kisses you. k. Wait, don't go to someone else! Fine, he’ll do it, but he won’t like it. Inside, he’s absolutely terrified. His mind is running a mile a minute. He doesn’t think you’ll actually turn back, someone like him doesn’t deserve true love…so imagine the face he makes when you do. Face a bright red, his hair a bright pink. Oh no, he feels faint. Give him a peck on the lips to finish him off.

Malleus Draconia

Uh oh. Queue the thunder and lightning. Whoever cursed you is the stupidest motherfucker. Malleus is the one to stumble upon you this time, to the disdain of his family. Lilia on one hand wanted to laugh about the situation, on the other, he knew he’d have to protect the stupid human from being smite for cursing Malleus’ love. Silver and Sebek are sweating as Malleus holds you gently in his hands. If he thought you were gentle as a human, he’s being ten times more careful with you in your froggy state. On the outside, he’s silent and brooding, on the inside he’s lamenting on finding you an enclosure where you can be happiest. What type of tank, soil, plants, water…someone please tell him this is reversible. Lilia chimes in before the rain outside can get worse, mentioning true love's kiss is able to reverse the effects. Malleus’ green slitted eyes never move from your tiny form, he finds you absolutely breathtaking even as a frog (this man is down so bad), but he’s nothing but relieved when he hears the news. Human lifespans are already small as is, he would’ve been completely gut wrenching if that time was cut even shorter. Another one who doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. This man would love you if you were a worm. He strokes your moist skin gently as he leaves a small kiss to your adorable head. His entire being, soul, mind and body all belong to you, and if that isn’t true love then I don’t know what is. His eyes shine brightly as you transform back, holding you gently as he promises to protect you from any miscreant that dares even look at you wrong…yeah so the guy who cursed you is still fucked and now you have a protective dragon at your heel 24/7.

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five-rivers · 25 days

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Cracked Clay Cup

for @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Are you awake?”

Until he heard that question, the answer to it would have been a resounding no. However, he was awake now, so he pried his eyes open to squint at whoever had interrupted his sleep.

“Maybe,” he mumbled into a fluffy pillow.

“Excellent. Then we can start the questionnaire.”

In his opinion, it was far too early for a questionnaire. On the other hand, the creeping feeling that something wasn't quite right was creeping its way up his spine. He levered himself out of his blanket cocoon and into a sitting position. Then he retrieved his blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He wanted to be cozy.

“Questionnaire?” he asked.

“Indeed. It’s not long.”

“Um, okay. What are you doing in, um…” This… wasn’t his bedroom. He was pretty sure this wasn’t his bedroom. Or any place he’d seen before.

He also didn’t think he’d seen the ghost before, which added an air of surrealism to the whole situation.

“Who are you?” he asked, looking the ghost up and down. He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in purple, with a hooded cloak thrown around his shoulders. There was a rectangular hole in his chest, and in the hole was a pendulum and clock face.

“That is, in fact, one of the questions I have to ask you.” The ghost showed him the back of a clipboard and produced a pen from thin air.

“Um, that, um.” He frowned. “Who am I, or who are you?”

“Yes,” said the ghost. “But let us start at the beginning. Do you know who you are?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I’m… Um. I’m. I…” It should have been an easy question. It should have been a question he didn’t even have to think about, which is why he didn’t. But he didn’t even have the echo of an answer.

“I will mark that down as a no.”

“Wait, wait,” he said, “what’s going on, who am I?”

“I have to go through the whole questionnaire before I answer your questions, I’m afraid. Those are the rules.”

“I… okay?”

“Do you recognize me in any capacity?”

“Nope. Am I supposed to?”

“Excellent. Next question, do you know where you are?”

He shook his head. “Somewhere in the Ghost Zone, I think.”

“Do you know what year it is?”

“Um. Two thousand five? Or, uh, six?” He shrugged. Something like that. It was a little blurry.

“How old are you?”

“Teenage?”

“Can you describe yourself?”

“Um… Forgetful?”

“Physically,” clarified the ghost.

He looked down. He was covered in blankets and therefore unable to see so much as an inch of skin. He crossed his eyes to look at his nose. “White,” he said, finally. “Probably. And a guy. Is that a physical thing?”

The ghost made a note on the clipboard. “And how would you describe your parents? Your family?”

“Uh. They probably… exist.”

“Very good. Favorite band?”

“Dumpty Humpty. Why do I know that and not my name?”

“Please hold your questions until the end. Favorite food?”

“Milkshake. Kiwi fudge. That’s weird. That’s weird, isn’t it?”

“No weirder than a cheese puff and bacon milkshake.”

“Huh. Is it weird that I want to try that now?”

“Somewhat, but not horribly so.”

He gazed at the ghost silently for several long seconds. The ghost gazed back. This was already an awkward situation, but it was getting worse by the second.

“So… what’s the next question?”

“That was the last question. As you can doubtlessly tell, I am now answering your questions.”

He probably should have noticed that, actually. He leaned forward, eager. “Great, so, uh, what’s going on? Why don’t I remember anything?”

“Your memory was removed in preparation for legal proceedings.” Was it just him, or did the ghost seem… displeased about that?

“Uh… that seems sort of backwards, doesn’t it? If I’m supposed to testify or defend myself, shouldn’t I at least remember what it is I’m doing?”

“That would be true if you were testifying or defending yourself.”

“Okay… So… What am I doing?”

“You are the subject of an extensive custody dispute.”

“And… that means I need to get my memory erased why?”

“We ghosts have a different method of settling custody disputes. We prefer it if the child in question decides who to be with.”

“I kind of feel as if that’d also be easier with my memories.”

“On the contrary, memories can often lead to people choosing to stay in unpleasant situations. For example, memories might create a sense of debt, sentiment, or honor that would prevent an objective decision based on current reality.” The ghost said this as if he was reciting the phrase from rote memory.

“That seems… wrong, somehow. Like, there’s a missed assumption or something.”

“Be that as it may be, it is how we do things.”

“‘We’ being ghosts.”

“Correct.”

“Am I a ghost?” This felt like another of those things he should just know, but, as before, he just didn't.

“An unusual kind, but yes.”

“I'm dead?”

“You died, yes. Whether or not ghosts count as dead is a matter of scholarly debate.”

Well. Okay, then. He didn’t know what to say to that. He sort of thought being dead would have more impact, but maybe it was hard to mourn for a life he didn't remember. Or maybe he'd been dead for long enough that he'd already processed all the implications, and that had stuck around subconsciously. Like the name of his favorite band.

That was still weird.

“So… What happens now? Do you lead me out into the courtroom, see who I run to? Do some kind of genetic test? What are the rules here?”

“On the contrary, we have taken measures to keep your biological family from having an unfair advantage based on resemblance. No. What will happen is that, as a trial, you will spend a few days with each group that put themselves forward as potential guardians. They have acquired housing appropriate for a young ghost, and have been… reviewed… to prevent abuses or other troubles. You may leave their temporary guardianship whenever you choose. However, once you leave, you will not be able to return to them until and unless you choose them at the end of these trials. Between the potential guardians, you will stay here with me.”

There were so many troubling things in that explanation that he didn’t even know where to start.

“So… the courtroom thing, but drawn out.”

“I suppose so, if you choose to look at it that way.”

“Right. So, um. What’s my name?”

“It’s Daniel.”

“Great. Okay. Cool.” Daniel rubbed his eyes. Despite all the heart-attack inducing things he was learning about today, he was still half-asleep. Maybe it was a memory-wipe side-effect. “You know, this is kind of messed up. Some kind of weird reverse fairy tale kind of thing. Like that story where someone has to pick the right girl when she’s been turned into a flower and there are two other flowers. Why do I know that?”

“Unfortunately, I am not allowed to give you that information. I am here to tell you the rules and make sure you are… able to do this.”

“To make sure you guys didn’t nuke my brain, you mean?”

“To some degree, yes. But this is also frequently rather emotional, at least that is my understanding. You are handling it remarkably well.”

“Oh, I’m just delaying my breakdown until after I see what I look like. Better to have some idea of what my body is capable of in terms of punching walls and all that.”

“Wise,” said the ghost, with a small smile. “There is a bathroom just through that door if you wish to examine yourself physically.”

“I’ll do that, in a bit. But, first, um. You keep saying we and us. Who is that? Who’s doing this? I mean, ghosts, sure, but more specifically?”

“The legal system of the Ghost Zone.”

“Which is… Who? Exactly? The Observants?”

“You remember that. Interesting. But, yes, they are, for better or worse.”

“And you? What's your position?”

“I am merely a neutral monitor selected by the Observants.”

“Monitor, huh?”

“I feel as though it would be misleading of me to call myself an observer under these circumstances.”

Daniel nodded. “I can understand that. I guess. Is that, um, your usual job? Taking care of kids like this?”

“I’m afraid not. I work for the Observants in another capacity.”

“What capacity?”

“That would be one of the things I am not permitted to tell you.”

“Okay, and what’s up with that? Why can’t you tell me things?”

“I am not allowed to give you information regarding your own past, including contextual information.”

Daniel frowned at the ghost. “That sort of implies that I knew you, though, doesn’t it?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“Cool,” said Daniel. “That’s helpful. You’re not in the running for my… whatever I should call this. My guardianship?”

The ghost nodded. “That is an acceptable term, but I must remind you that I am a neutral monitor.”

“Sure. Right.” There were other questions he could ask, other questions he should ask, but his brain felt fried. Did he have a brain, being a ghost and all? Or was he just, like… goo?

Yeah, no, he wasn’t going to ask that. He was going to go do something more… concrete. Bathroom time. He was sure it would be just as harrowing, especially with the implication that his appearance had been changed somehow, but he could be brave.

He shuffled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over. He frowned at the cold floor and decided to take the blankets with him. Then, he realized one of his questions had gone unanswered.

“Hey, um. What’s your name? You never did say.”

“You can call me Clockwork. And when you are done in the bathroom, I have breakfast waiting downstairs.”

Daniel heaved himself up and went to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at Clockwork as he went.

This was just… really weird. Should he try to escape? Like, even if Clockwork was telling the truth about everything, this wasn’t exactly what he would call a good situation. But if this was the lie, then what was the truth? The truth was always worse, when people were lying like that.

… Not that Daniel could come up with any specific examples of that. It was more of a feeling.

Soft lights came on in the bathroom as he stepped in. It was… a bathroom. He was sure he’d been in other bathrooms before. This one had a purple-on-lavender color scheme and a large bathtub. The fixtures were brass. In other words, it resembled Clockwork to a surprisingly high degree. Daniel wondered if he lived here normally, or if he’d just been the one to decorate. Or if someone with a sense of irony had decorated it for him.

Whichever. Maybe he’d ask Clockwork about it and see if he answered. It was harmless enough, compared to some of the questions he could ask.

There was also a mirror. He stared at it.

His skin was a sort of tan pink, awash with freckles. His hair was white. His eyes were glowing and green. His ears were long and pointed, curving up around the sides of his face to sit on the top of his head. The blankets were also purple, funnily enough. Huh.

He leaned closer, squinting. What kind of ears were those, anyway? He had to assume he didn’t have them when he was alive and human. Cat? Dog? Fox? It wasn’t an automatic ghost thing, either, since Clockwork didn’t seem to have them, although that hood could likely hide a lot.

If he had animal ears, did he have anything else? Maybe some cool slit pupils? He leaned even closer, over the counter. Maybe? They might be slitted? He alternately blinked and widened his eyes, trying to make his pupils change sizes.

Yes! They were slitted! Cool!

Which put better odds on this being a fox or cat thing than a dog thing. Dogs had round pupils.

Next question: did he have a tail?

He swung the blankets off his shoulders and folded them up so he could set them on the counter. He was, surprise surprise, wearing purple pajamas. But he also had a large, fluffy tail. He petted it. It was very fluffy.

Excellent. He’d always wanted a tail. Well, he’d wanted one for the few minutes he’d been aware there was a possibility he could have one. Very nice. Good feeling. Soft.

It also seemed very unfamiliar.

Precautions.

Right.

The smile slid off his face. Well. On reflection, he didn’t think Clockwork was lying to him, but he really needed to know more about him to make a real determination. Just like he needed to make a determination about his potential ‘guardians.’

This was giving him real adoption scam vibes. Which was weird, because he’d’ve thought that’d be one of the memories they’d erase if they wanted to do that. Maybe memory erasure was just… really inexact. That sounded like a possibility. Maybe there was some other weird scam going on.

Only one way to find out. He washed up, then left the bathroom and navigated towards the stairs.

The stairs were also purple.

Daniel was definitely leaning towards this place being decorated by someone with a weird sense of humor. A non-Clockwork someone. There weren’t nearly enough clocks for this place to have been designed by someone named Clockwork. You had to be really into clocks to name yourself Clockwork.

“Welcome,” said Clockwork, smiling at Daniel from the center of the purple kitchen. “There are pancakes.” He gestured to the table. “And the file next to them has the names of your potential guardians. Why don’t you read through them and see who you might like to stay with first.”

“You want me gone so soon?” asked Daniel, sliding into his seat.

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want, but then you won’t get your memories back.”

“I can get my memories back?” asked Daniel, looking up sharply.

“Yes, they will be returned after you make your choice,” said Clockwork. He turned back to the stove. “Hashbrowns? Eggs? Sausage?”

“Um,” said Daniel, who was gradually realizing how hungry he was. “All of them?”

“Of course.”

Daniel turned his attention back to the file folder, then flipped it open. Time to see who he was being… adopted by? Was that the right term here?

The first page had seven groups of names, bullet pointed. It was also done in calligraphy, which was certainly a contrast to the plain manila folder it was stored in.

“Anyone catch your eye?” asked Clockwork, setting down a plate with eggs and sausage on it.

“Does it matter which order I do this in?”

“Not at all.”

“So I could start at the end.”

“Indeed.”

“Great,” said Daniel. “Then let’s start there. After breakfast.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

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queerly-autistic · 2 months

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I've seen some concern about the fact that the BBC has double-billed the last four episodes of Our Flag Means Death and bumped it up later in the schedule - concerns that this means it's not doing well for the BBC - and so I'd just like to allay some of those fears, if possible? To start with, it's important to recognise that the BBC does this all the time. I was in EastEnders fandom for many years, and nonsense schedule changes were a regular annoyance. When I shared OFMD's schedule change with my little group of friends from that fandom, everyone rolled their eyes and went 'oh yeah, typical BBC shenanigans'. As an example: the BBC was really pushing EastEnders last year, they'd been hard-marketing towards the big iconic Christmas episode since February, and then, around comes Christmas, and the BBC inexplicably sticks it on at 10pm (when it's usually broadcast at 7.30pm).

So this isn't unusual. This is extremely common. There's often very little rhyme or reason to the BBC live broadcast scheduling. To try and accurately read between the lines of this is like trying to analyse the written output of a cat walking across a keyboard.

But another big thing to remember is that Our Flag Means Death is a streaming show. The BBC dropped all of the episodes in one go because they know that it's the streaming audience where the show is successful. It's the same with What We Do In The Shadows - we know that the show does well for them, because they keep renewing their contract to show it, but because it does well specifically with a streaming audience the live episode broadcasts are perpetually bumped to a weird time (sometimes one in the morning!!).

The BBC is under contract to do a live broadcast of these shows, but that's not where the audience is. And that's why the episodes get shuffled around or bumped to a late timeslot or double-billed together. Them not necessarily getting spectacular overnight live broadcast ratings is not a big barrier to potential pick-up - streaming numbers is the important metric. And, just yesterday, the BBC dropped a card for the show over the credits of House of Games, a very popular (and mainstream!) afternoon gameshow, asking people to go stream it on iPlayer. if you haven't seen it, I managed to screen-record and post it on Twitter here (subtitles included): https://x.com/QueerlyAutistic/status/1762913455051325888?s=20. This is a really, really good ad to get - a very mainstream slot that potentially brings attention to the show from new audience demographics. The fact that they put an ad-read for the show in this particular slot is more indicative to me of the fact that the show is doing well for the BBC than any predictable shenanigans around live broadcast times. They advertised the 'niche' queer pirate comedy to a very mainstream middle-of-the-day audience! That's not nothing! And the fact that they were specifically advertising it as being on iPlayer - not the live broadcast - indicates to me that that's where it's doing well: that's where they know their audience is, and they don't care about the live broadcast, because the streams are where it's at. The live broadcast is probably just a contractual obligation at this point.

Our Flag Means Death is still regularly listed under 'trending' on the iPlayer website, and the Parrot Analytics for the show in the UK are excellent. And that's what we want. That's what we need to convince streamers. Remember: the YouGov survey about the show specifically asked questions about it in the context of streaming services. Overnight figures are lovely to have, too (so keep tuning in!) but this is a show made to stream. It was all dropped on iPlayer first for a reason; they're specifically pushing it on iPlayer for a reason. And, at the end of the day, it's streamers we're currently trying to convince to pick up the show, not broadcast television networks.

So, don't read too much into it. We're still doing good, UK crew!

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag bbc #save ofmd #save our flag means death #renew ofmd #renew our flag means death #adopt our crew #erin waffles

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earl-grey-teacake · 2 months

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Since James is wrapped around Logan's little finger, what about Jenson (the other British dilf in Logan's life)? Seeing Jenson look so proud around Logan in the Williams videos is so cute, and i bet it'd be so cute in the Baby AU! Jenson 100% would end on Sky with a sleepy Logan who refused to let go of him and just ended up on TV! George and Alex show up for post race interviews (both eager to be done with it and get back to their baby boy) only to both screech to a halt when they see Jenson holding their baby while interviewing Esteban

(Oscar sees Logan on TV alongside Jenson and an Alpine driver!!! He screams down McLaren at such an atrocity! He doesn't understand the difference between facetime and TV that well, so he doesn't understand why Logan isn't responding)

I saw the photo from the William Launch where he just looked like a proud dad and I knew I needed to write something with him in it! This was also a hilarious prompt and I kept laughing as I was trying to answer it.

Please enjoy the little fic below and apologies for any grammar mistakes since I am writing this at night. 😅

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“Let’s go take a walk,” Jenson cheerfully walked out, having kidnapped borrowed the baby from the William’s garage.

“Ba! Ba!” Logan clung tightly to the Sky Sports Presenter, staring wide-eyed at the crowds of people and camera crews running around.

Jenson stepped around camera crew and avoided the wires as he made his way to the media pen. A couple people were gathered there despite the race not having yet ended.

“Nico! Nico! Look what I got!” The blonde man turned around and gave a confused look.

“Where did you get a baby?”

“Say Hi, Logan. Nico was also a William’s driver.” Logan looked up before turning around and hiding his face in Jenson’s shoulder.

“Aww, don’t be shy. He won’t bite.”

“Who’d you take him from?” Nico waved, causing Logan to smile a little bit and wave back.

“From the William’s garage, he’s Alex and George’s kid.” Jenson held him up for Nico to see.

“Do they know that you’ve taken him?”

“James does. I shot him a text.” Meaning he saw Logan playing, picked him up, shot a text, and walked out before even confirming if James had read and approved it.

“Are you going to carry him the whole time?” Logan was already starting to get sleepy as he rubbed his eyes. The afternoon sun was really warm.

“Yeah, hopefully he’ll take a nap. He refused to sleep earlier. Also, he won’t let me go.” Turning so Nico could see the tight grip Logan had on his jacket.

By the time the drivers came to do media, Logan was completely knocked out. His head was settled on Jenson’s shoulder as the presenter fiddled with the microphone.

As the drivers came and went, all were quite surprised at Logan’s appearance. It was rare for the baby to be seem outside of Williams given his fairly introverted nature. Between Max’s and Checo’s interview, Logan had woken up and found himself quite content fiddling with the wires attached to Jenson’s microphone.

“Ah, Esteban!” The Alpine driver walked up with a smile on his face.

“Hello Jenson and hello Logan?” The driver looked the baby who had decided the microphone wire should be in his mouth.

“Yeah, the kid wouldn’t sleep earlier so I took him out. Excellent race by the way. How are you feeling?” Jenson asked, moving to take the microphone wire away.

Alex was getting antsy as the interview kept going on. Logan hadn’t slept well in the morning and barely ate any food, not even the strawberry yogurt he loved so much. The faster he gets back, the sooner Alex could feed him and hopefully put him to bed. George, who was next to him, was also just as nervous. He was always a bit more neurotic and the fact that Logan wasn’t sleeping or eating properly was really getting to him.

“What’s your thoughts on the race today, Logan?” Esteban asked baby who had found great interest is playing with Jenson’s paddock pass.

“Ba! Babababa!” Logan spoke into the microphone.

Logan? Alex whipped his head around to see his child trying to gnaw at Jenson’s media pass.

“What is he doing here?” George asked.

Alex quickly moved over to where Esteban was much to the delight of his son, who reached out to him.

“Hey, Alex!” Jenson greeted, handing over the wiggling baby to his father.

“Hey!” Alex laughed, taking Logan into his arms. “And how are you Logie? Did you have fun?”

Logan instead just wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck. “Awww. I missed you to.”

Oscar was in his carrier watching the TV when he saw a familiar face appear. He knows that blonde hair from anywhere. He was still peeved at the fact that If he hadn’t taken a nap earlier he would have been able to play with Logan right now.

“Lo! Lo!” Oscar pointed at the TV, smiling and cheering as he saw his best friend on TV. He waved his arms in the hopes of getting Logan’s attention, believing the TV to be just a larger Face Time call. “Lo!”

His smiling and cheering soon turned to what can only be explained as deafening cries when the camera turned to Esteban Ocon. The moment Oscar laid eyes on the blue and pink, he lost it. “WAHHHHHHH!”

The whole garage turned around, some of the staff rushing over to see if he’s been perhaps injured. However, a quick turn to the TV gave them all the information they needed. However, the move to turn the TV off only exacerbated his cries.

“Lo!” To poor little Oscar, McLaren had essentially abandoned Logan, had tossed him into the river unaided, had left him alone and defenseless with Alpine. It was awful enough that they existed but now they have taken his best friend as well.

To say the garage was noisy was an understatement. Lando came back to such heart-wrenching cries that he thought Oscar was gravely injured in some way. Instead, his poor baby clung to him and in between sniffles and coughs, called out for Logan.

“Hey, we’ll see Logan soon. It’s okay.” Lando rubbed Oscar’s back.

“O!” As if on cue, Logan, carried by George, made his way towards the McLaren garage.

“Look Oscar,” Lando nudged his child to look up. “Look who it is.”

Oscar looked up with wet, teary eyes to see what can only be described as a miracle. His best friend in the whole wide world survived his encounter with Alpine.

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Thank you for the ask! Please feel free to send more!

#f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #galex #alex albon #george russell #logan sargeant #lando norris #oscar piastri #Baby!Loscar

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im-sew-curious · 4 months

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There’s something wrong with me. I was so excited to see this photo. Yeah, of course, for the obvious reasons. But also because it confirmed and showcased an alteration that has been done to Taemin’s clothes so he’s less likely to split his trousers.

Taemin in his pleather pants at his Metamorph concert, 2023.

He’s got crotch gussets. Such a sexy term, I know. Basically, it’s a long triangular piece of fabric that’s stitched from the crotch down into the trouser legs. This provides some extra depth to allow for a fuller range of movement during squats, lunges, etc.

The gusset is that piece of pleather, pieced inside those red lines.

Sometimes it’s made of matching stretch fabric, and sometimes it’s the same fabric as the trousers. The width and length of the triangle can vary based on the amount of extra ease required for the specific movements. In this specific pair, the gusset is truncated at the zippered knee so there’s no point.

Jinki during the Your Number Performance Video (Black Version) showcasing a beautiful example of a gusset

During a fitting, it’s important to have the performer do all of their most extreme moves to make sure things don’t bunch or bind. Since we don’t normally get…excellent crotch shots…of Taemin, like that one, I can’t tell how common it is for him to get these gussets.

If it’s a shopped garment and not custom built (I’m assuming the Metamorph pair is custom) and they have the money, it’s possible they could purchase two pairs. They could then cannibalize one pair simply to make perfectly matching gussets.

If the trouser hem is taken up quite a bit, it may also be possible to use that fabric to make some.

It's also notable that the seams in these trousers are “flat felled.” That’s the type you typically see on jeans. It’s topstitched twice so it’s a very strong seam, which also helps to prevent split crotches.

You can see the beautifully done flat felled seams at this intersection of center front seam, front and back leg, and gussets. It's so pleasing to me!

Here's what a flat felled seam looks like. Hefty jeans seam. Big, beefy jeans seam.

Perhaps his most famous “blowout” was during the 2012 performance of Sherlock at the KBS year end music show. But he’s pretty famous for them in general.

That's just impressive

I’m not quite sure when Taemin’s styling team started incorporating crotch gussets into his costumes…my research is pretty spotty.

There is one instance during his Danger era in 2014 where he had a sort of gusset installed, however, it lacked a center front seam. This, along with the fact that his trousers were riding low, didn’t provide the correct…body geometry, to broadly explain it, to really help. It was also very wide and not tapered, which widened his whole trouser leg. It was also not stitched securely enough to keep from popping open at the center front. But this is the first attempt I've seen trying to accommodate his issues.

You can see how it lacks the refinement and finesse of the future "generations" of gussets.

There were at least two instances of Taemin splitting his trousers in 2016 at a DxDxD concert and a Drip Drop live performance. His striped DxDxD suit definitely did not have gusset, and I’m unsure about the latter. I think it’s interesting that they tried a gusset on him two years prior, then didn’t again. Except….

Taemin's gusset-less suit which he wore during Shinee's DxDxD concert in 2016, which split during the show.

All of SHINee had crotch gussets in their Your Number suits in 2016. I wrote a whole thread about that here.

So basically, I’m confused. It seems like the usage of gussets in Taemin’s trousers was very sporadic.

I haven’t seen more recent examples of either gussets or split trousers, other than the Metamorph trousers. But I haven't been able to get good views of most of the things he's worn over the last 7 years. This could mean that his team has begun to incorporate gussets into more of them, or we just don’t know about the blow-outs. Or I haven't done enough research. I got a good view of the inner legs of his blue satin suit in the Idea MV and I didn’t see anything. Same with his black Criminal trousers.

Nope?

Wearing trousers high on one’s waist and very close to their body helps a great deal. You can see that in the blue satin Idea trousers. That way, the loose fabric doesn’t stretch more than it should as the legs splay apart and cause ripping. The styling team may have made sure to do that more. It’s possible that they could have also made sure to incorporate more stretch into the trousers they buy (or possibly, occasionally, make) for him.

Taemin's Kcon look. You can see how the trousers go nearly all the way up to his "natural waist" (which is where you crease when you bend to your side.) That helps keep them up to where they need to be, preventing a saggy crotch, which, in turn, prevents rips.

Working with performers for many years, one gets to know the idiosyncrasies and patterns of the way they move in their clothing. I worked with one performer in musical theatre who was infamous for splitting his trousers. We searched for matching fabric before we even tried on his trousers for the first time, knowing he would be getting gussets.

All this is to say, I applaud the stylist team for making these accommodations for Taemin. He, more than anyone, needs these alterations to give him peace of mind to perform "full out" and stay rip free!

Here’s a bonus 9 minute compilation of Taemin ripping his trousers. Serial Pants Ripper Taemin. (Cw: The last bit is uncomfortable, featuring some prompting from hosts for Minho to touch Taemin’s butt to see if it was pointy, which was preferable to the host doing so.)

#shinee #taemin #lee taemin #costumes #kpop #k pop #gussets #sewing #costume design #costume construction #shinee taemin

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genshin-obsessed · 10 months

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Wondering how Childe, Itto, Al-Haitham, and Kaveh would do if they had a blacksmith s/o who knew how to make hybrid weaponry (e.g. a whip rapier)?

✧ Oooh! I've always hoped they'd add more weapons buuut I don't think they will lol, these are kinda short i hope you dont mind ;w;

✧ characters: childe, itto, alhaitham, kaveh

✧ Childe ✧

He loves it! Honestly, he had no idea that you were into blacksmithing. Of course, he wanted to see all your masterpieces and boy was he surprised.

His favorite had to be the hybrid gun. You can shoot people from a distance and use it in close quarters! This is like the perfect weapon for him!

He comes to you for any weapon repairs, suggestions, or whatever. You can also ask him about his opinions too, and he's got plenty of them.

What if- hear him out- you put a hammer... and a spear.. in one.

Ok, he's got some silly ideas, but you're always up for the challenge.

yes, he will absolutely always try out your new masterpieces.

✧ Itto ✧

Are you freaking serious?! Why didn't you tell him!? Itto spouts the fact that you're a blacksmith to the entirety of Inazuma!

This was good and bad because it did get you business... too much of it. You were definitely backed up with all the orders.

No worries, the Arataki gang is on your side! They... have no idea what the hell to do, but they're definitely helping! In whatever way they can.

Itto cannot shut up about all the fancy things you could make. You just laugh and add the idea in your sketchbook and in your free time, you add upon it.

The first weapon you finished that he suggested, you gave right to him. He loves it- shows it off to everyone.

His favorite weapon that you've made so far is the halberd! Yeah, he's used to his big ol claymore, but he definitely wants to try out the halberd.

✧ Alhaitham ✧

He was surprised! He had no clue you liked blacksmithing! Of course, since learning he always visits you to see if you come up with new creations.

You're pretty busy forging the usual items- swords, claymores, bows, etc., so you don't often have time for your own inventions.

However, when you do, you excel in all of them. By far, his favorite weapon you've made is a whip. You should him how to use it and all- he tells everyone he knows.

As he watches you come up with ideas and looks through your sketches, he can help come up with ideas.

One of his ideas was a dagger, but it was double-sided. You came up with ideas, forged it, and called it the haladie.

He loves the dagger, takes it everywhere and practices using it every single day.

✧ Kaveh ✧

Holy hell, he's so into it! The man may be an architect and not a blacksmith, but that doesn't mean he can't help with designing.

You're the master blacksmith, you know metals and weaponry. But Kaveh- he's who adds the beautiful touches to your weapons.

You made the claymore that he uses. However, Kaveh loves your more avant-garde weapons.

His favorite weapon has to be the urumi! It's part whip, part sword and you showed him how you best felt it could be used.

Kaveh loves the design and has practiced with it before, but he's a little scared because he did end up cutting his hand open because of it. He refused your apology, saying it was just a new weapon and wasn't your fault.

Though he can't use it, he still really likes it!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin childe x reader #arataki itto x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin kaveh x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

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bluedandelion1 · 8 months

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Wukong cares about people. Macaque isn't a saint.

Alright, I've wanted to write this for a while, so here I go. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any typos.

I've been watching so many fananimations of LEGO Monkie Kid. They're all gorgeous, top of the top, excellent, chef kiss and I'm glad the fandom seems to be growing every day.

But I HATE how so many people have portrayed Wukong as an asshole who doesn't care about anyone. Love the animations, they're great but I don't think Wukong is the villain people make him out to be.

Now don't get me wrong, Wukong has made many, many, many, mistakes throughout his life. The thing is, people don't seem to realize that while he messed up, his intentions were good! "Yeah, right, then how is he such a bad mentor?" I'm gonna shut you up right there.

When MK first got the staff, he didn't know how to use it, I agree with you. But Wukong is a milennia old stone monkey who has gone through a lot on his life, getting stronger and stronger with each fight.

"Pfft, what about DBK? You can handle it! Consider it a trial"

That's what he tells MK when said boy asks him what to do with DBK, because for Wukong that fight is easy. He then reassures him that with enough confidence in himself he could take him on. He trusted MK since the first moment and even told him to consider it as a trial. He was evaluating MK during his fight to make sure he had picked the right successor.

And just in case and most probably noticing how nervous he was on his first fight, he kept an eye out on him to make sure to intervene in case MK needed help. Wukong already knew that MK was invincible before locking away some of his powers in the second episode, therefore he was confident that he would succeed. And even if he already knew he was going to defeat DBK, he still watched over him to make sure he wouldn't get hurt.

Following this battle, in the first episode "Bad Weather", MK doesn't call for Wukong's help. He's confronting Red Son when suddenly the staff acts on its own and takes him down to the ground and who appears afterwards? The Monkey King himself! Almost as if he had sensed that MK needed some help with defeating Red Son. Almost as if he had been the one to call for the staff so he could talk with his student. Again, he showed up on his own because he cares.

"Then what about that time he abandoned him?"

He didn't abandon him. To abandon someone is to stop supporting them, to give up completely in someone. Monkey King knew that LBD was coming back but he didn't want either MK or his friends to get hurt.

He's used to doing things on his own! I mean, on JTTW Wukong was always sent ahead to see if there were any demons that would kidnap Tripitaka. And even though he warned his companions numerous times that there were demons under the disguise of innocent people, they wouldn't believe him. So why should he tell MK and his friends that there's an enemy approaching? Every time he had warned other people of other threats, they had never believed him, so why should MK be any different?

I think that's one of the reasons why he didn't even try to defend himself when Pigsy snapped at him. Because he's used to taking the blame. What's the point in trying to do something right if you're going to be blamed for everything going wrong, regardless of how much you try to make it okay? He even tries to keep helping MK through his training with the astral projection throughout the whole season!

So, he searched for the map that would lead him to the rings of the Samadhi Fire, knowing full well that he could end up dying.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I thought if I could somehow get the Samadhi Fire out of you, without hurting you of course, then I could put it inside myself. Then, I don't know, use it to burn up the Lady Bone Demon or something?"

Let's remember that while it's difficult to hurt Wukong, the Samadhi Fire is one of the powers that could actually kill him. He was willing to risk his life so he'd be able to save not only the whole world, but his friends as well. Do you realize how crazy that sounds? To be willing to give up his own life to save the Earth?

He even says that he wanted try to get the ring out of Mei without hurting her.

Would someone who didn't care about anyone try to make something as painless as possible for the victim? I don't think so.

Alright, let's focus on Macaque now for a bit.

My biggest beef with this guy is that some people seem to paint him as the misunderstood character who never did anything wrong because "Oh, my best friend abandoned me and woe is me!". Yuck.

While Macaque has many good reasons to be angry at Monkey King, that still doesn't give him the right to kidnap and trick MK. It doesn't give him the right to taunt him and make him feel like shit, nor the right to manipulate him and make him think that he's not a good successor.

"Well, you know what that means! There really isn't anything special about you. You're just some kid with a heavy stick!"

Macaque knew that if he hurt MK, eventually Wukong would come out to save him, because he knows that he'll protect him. This is a little theory of mine, but Macaque manipulates shadows, right? Who knows how many times he's watched MK from them? Because I don't think his plan to steal MK's powers was something he thought of in just one minute. No, I'm pretty sure that plan took a while to be thought of.

"Ah, MK. You really are dense, aren't you? You saw a story about a hero who got handed everything? Who didn't have to work for anything? And you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn't care less about his friends. That's you, bud."

He tricked him into sharing his insecurities, knowing full well that MK was vulnerable and stressed out about the whole LBD situation, then blamed him for not caring about his friends. He made him doubt whether he truly cares about his friends or not or whether he was even a good person.

And we all know how hard MK's worked to try to get control of his powers, especially after he lost them when LBD took away his staff. MK can be a lot of things: optimistic, a bit smug at times, a bit forgetful... But if there's one thing I'm sure of is that he worked hard to control his powers. He even asked Wukong to limit them so he could control them better, knowing that it'd be harder but he still did it.

And let's take into account that Wukong apologized to MK for how he acted towards him. Macaque, still to this day, hasn't apologized at all. And yet, he keeps mocking Wukong and saying he's the same old Wukong, while he himself is still stuck in the past.

I get that Macaque is angry at Wukong, I really do. But if he were really so angry against him, maybe he should've brought it to Wukong himself instead of using MK. He isn't a saint. He's made mistakes as well. These two are very complicated characters who have gone through a lot, but neither of them are blameless. Macaque isn't a saint, but he does care about some people. And although Wukong has made many mistakes, that doesn't mean that he doesn't care about other people.

Anyways, to finish it off, as MK once said:

"Uh, you know you two are the same, right?"

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #monkey king #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk mk #vent #rant #attempt at character analysis #holy fuck this is long #i didn't expect to write that much #but i got carried away #so #hope you liked it #first post in ages #lemme know what you think #these monkeys need THERAPY AND COMMUNICATION

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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hi! quick tip: if you’re on mobile type ‘:readmore:’ then hit enter! i dunno if you’ve been told but. yeah :)

also, your recent piece on apd was incredible!! very nice to see representation!! keep up the excellent work <3 it did get me thinking though: reader with vocal stims, cementing it in the acolytes’ minds that you don’t speak the language of teyvat, and then you’re all just stuck in this loop of “oh man they don’t speak the same language of me” but they DO

if asks are closed or this is outside of your comfort zone then feel free to delete! have a lovely day <3

AHFJLAKLOSUDBABWB U FELT REPRESENTED YAY!!

A cookie for thee, and also extra for telling me how to do Expand thingy on mobile ilysm 🤲🍩🍪✨️ (pspspsps all askers,, u get cookies,,cometothedarksidepspspspspsss)

I was so worried bc it wasnt like super all the aspects of Apd issues, and it was very based on my personal experience w/ similar symptoms + other bits of ppl's experience so i was hoping it still felt somewhat recognizable for ppl w/APD!! Tysm for the feedback :D

NOTE ABOUT VOCAL STIM DEPICTED:

So i think ive experienced verbal stims, so this is a combination of others shared experiences + personal experience, and while everybody experiences things individually/their own way, please let me know if there is something obviously inaccurate/maybe even offensive.

You will definitely not make me mad or otherwise offended, I really want to hear that kind of feedback from others who vocal stim!

Thank you so much for reading! :)

___________________♡_____________________

So lets just say that ur vocal stims r pretty non-verbal or non-sensical ("her sister was a WITCH BRO-" like memes that dont make sense to them)

Or like, u have verbal stims that r actual language but they dont hang around long enough to hear it maybe ??

♤

So like, this ends up happening

Chongyun was exploring near Qingce village for supernatural stuff as usual

And U were just vibin, chillin near Qingce village livin ur best Creator god cottagecore life

And ur like planting a new seedbed, Jueyun Chilis :) (bc jfc however bad it was to collect them in game, its 10x worse in person, ur tired of running around town getting chilis, Qingce isnt exactly flat 💀)

♡

And every seed u put in the dirt ur like "boop!"

And Chongyun comes by, bc u at edge of town, and the villagers mentioned a strange new traveler settling here

He immediately feels a wave of that same feeling he used to feel when the Creator god had their eyes on him, or would assist him in battles

So poor boy almost overheats trying to climb up the hill to ur house

And is like "??...Creator??"

Then kinda stops bc ur just like-

"Boop!" "Boop!" "Boop!" ☺️ LMAO

And then u finish planting seeds, get the watering can,,

And everytime u pour it just-

... "EJACK! Come, water!"

(Ur saying it so fast too, and he's still somewhat farther away, so he cant rlly hear that well too)

...

And its just so incomprehensible to Chongyun he's deadass like "A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE??!"

So of course,

He waves, 👋

And ur like omg icy boy!! :D 🧊💙

But u dont say anything yet, and then he starts,, miming?? He points at u? Then like?? Points up? The sky?? Then like, mimes swinging his claymore???

(ARE U THE CREATOR??!!)

U look up, very confused 🧐

He seemes frustrated.

Then he just kinda, bows and leaves?

...

...oh no.

Do Teyvat people speak that crazy language that u saw in game?

Instead of English??

Well.

Shit.

...

.... U havent rlly talked to anyone in Qingce yet since u just got here in Teyvat like a week ago

And found this abandoned house

♧

It just gets worse 😭

Bc slowly, one by one,

Each playable character in Liyue comes to attempt to talk to you

(And since u have a farm, and they keep giving u food/goods? For some reason?? U still dont need to go into town)

☆

At one point, even Zhongli shows up

And thru complex miming and hand motions u think he means dont worry abt him? Like just go back to what u were doing?? Okay??

U guess he's just gonna chill here for now?

...

...Zhongli just kinda,, squints, and puts his hand on his chin in his classic "thinking very hard" face

So ur tending to the garden saying,

" FREDDY! You're supposed to be on lockdown!Vanessa...I'm... a Material Gworl✨️"💀

...Just, on an endless loop LMAO-

...

(Hes trying to see if he recognizes any part of ur language, poor old man 🤔🤔😭)

♤

And it just snowballs even more, and now,

None of you have even tried to say a word to each other. 🤡

(Other than ur vocal stims)

...

Keqing: "Perhaps, it's similar to Fontaine's native language?"

You, in the background: "🎵 dUdE,,, sHe'S jUsT nOt InTo YoU 🎵" (mimicking the autotune and everything)

Ganyu & Keqing: "..."

You: " 🎵 gOtTa MoVe On, mOvE oN-🎵 Hurricane Katrina?? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

Ganyu & Keqing: "...Can't be,"

"what else do we got? Should we call Yunjin to better mime for us??"

♡

Xiao's the first one to even get close to knowing u can actually talk to each other, bc he's always checking in on u most often <3

And he only heard u bc u swore u heard a monster outside ur house one night and came out ur house with a pitchfork, very nervous,

"...Hey there demons.. it's me.. ya boy."

(And u just keep stimming that out of nervousness to make urself feel better as u check around ur house lol)

Xiao: "??? Demons???!! WAIT-"

♧

By then, it literally took like 6 months for yall to finally have a real conversation 💀💀

...

(Chongyun got so embarassed bc he was one of the first few to misunderstand he overheated rip🙏)

Im. So. Sorry. This. Is. ✨️Ass✨️

Twas the best scenario i could come up with, im telling yall, im not as funny as the ppl who send in these asks 😔

Keep in mind, I never claimed i was funny or a good writer, u cant hold it against me lol /lh

Lower ur expectations LMAO

Well i hope u got sm enjoyment outta this anon, sorry abt the quality!! :)

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

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captain-mj · 11 months

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WEREBEAR KÖNIG ANON HERE, I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SCREAM ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE PART 2. Thank you so much for writing it! Of course I am here to request a part 3 too, maybe even for horror night (no pressure to get it in in for that tho, I am already excited for any of the monster/horror stuff coming out that night) I need them to go running in the woods together, fuck, them intuitively helping each other out in their own way can be so soft and so personal. KÖNIG GIVING HIM HIS FUCKING HOOD. I love the dynamic you started building here, Ghost needs and deserves a pack and people he can trust and rely outside of himself. Seriously, man, thank you for this.

Yes Yes Yes!! Part 1 and Part 2

Also I told myself I should post more and then I checked and although I post a little less, everything is like twice as long as it usually is and I feel less bad

König had gotten his hood back the next day, washed and dried. At first, he had worried that Ghost had put it through a machine and it had been shrunk but upon further inspection, he could see it had been hand washed and air dried. He brought it to his face and breathed in the smell of the soap. It wasn't his. It smelled like the one Ghost used on his clothes. Something about the thought made König's thoughts spiral.

It was close to winter, meaning König was getting tired. Part of his body wanted to eat more and get stocked up for the winter, but he doubted Ghost would let him just take up real estate in the bedroom like that. He'd also need to ask for the time off and extra rations and dozens of other little things. It was hard to explain this to his instincts, but he was a human at the end of the day and he could just ignore them. Well, most of them.

As much as he appreciated the gesture, Ghost had made the hood almost unbearable to wear. Everytime he breathed, it smelled like Ghost. He’d need to rewash it because this was hell. People kept trying to talk to him and all he could think about was his Lieutenant and what he was doing and how he was feeling.

Then, the question reappeared. How long had it been since Ghost had shifted? It had been vaguely explained to him that Ghost was rather wild while shifted. Dangerous and lethal. It’s why he was usually put on missions where it wasn’t needed to shift at all or where his nature could be used. Seeing how he went for the killing bite with no hesitation, even with the small rapport they had between them, König had no doubt it was true. The soft look in Ghost’s eyes when he shifted back showed he desperately needed to shift more. It wasn’t particularly healthy to stay locked in as a human all the time.

This led to a rabbit hole of thoughts though. If Ghost shifted, he’d need someone nearby to help him. It would have to be König of course. And that meant König would be near him. Both undressed.

His face turned so red he was worried people would see through the mask somehow. Ghost had been so pretty when he had seen him. He wanted to see more. So much more.

König made the decision without really thinking about it. He knew if he kept thinking about it, he wouldn’t do it so he had to ask as soon as possible.

“Ghost.”

“Yes, König?” Ghost looked up from where he was practicing his sniping. He had such light eyelashes.

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

Ghost paused his movements on the gun and moved so he was laying on his back and looking directly up at König. “What?”

“Tonight. Do you want to go to the woods?”

“Why?”

König shrugged, anxiety creeping in. “To shift. Blow off steam, ja?”

Ghost continued to stare at him for a few minutes before nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Seriously?”

“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.”

König quickly just nodded before grabbing a gun and sitting next to him. They were both excellent at hitting the targets, but König twitched occasionally. He’d bounce his leg or shake his arm like he had something on it. Ghost watched him do these things, thinking of how it was clear why they wouldn’t let him be a sniper, but also finding the need to move rather amusing.

“Sorry…” König sounded sheepish.

“It’s fine.” Ghost blew the head off of one of the dummies. “Ah. They really need to improve the quality of these. They’re rather bad.” He got up and stretched, joints popping as he did. He offered König his hand and he gladly accepted, letting him pull him up. They went their separate ways and it wasn’t until after dinner they met up again.

“So how do you usually leave base?” Ghost appeared next to König who luckily did not jump.

König hummed. “Usually just walk out the back door.”

Ghost nodded. “Fair. Doubt anyone would try to stop a big guy like you.” He meant it as a compliment. König didn’t know how to feel about it but he nodded.

Ghost followed König, looking around nervously. It was odd, being switched like this. König walked around confidently. Ghost blamed everything he was feeling on the fact that he’d be shifted.

God.

He’d be shifted.

Ghost hadn’t thought this through.

König led him to his favorite spot, a thickly wooded area that had a few paths that made it easier walk around when he was a bear. He, again refusing to think, started to undress.

Ghost stared and he let his eyes roam over König’s back. Thick scars from claws wrapped around his sides, most likely from grappling with other animals. A few bites here and there. And then once the hood and mask was removed, he saw the thick scars again. Now that he could take a good look, even with the moonlight making it hard, it was clear that it was from a collar. Ghost slowly took off his gloves and then his jacket. His hands shook when he went to remove more clothing.

“Stay turned around. I’m not out here to let you ogle me.” Ghost grumbled at him.

König put his hands behind his back and stayed at attention.

Ghost pulled off his shirt and then his boots. He kicked off his pants and shifted.

König heard the thump of paws and subsequent growling and took that as a cue to shift as soon as possible. They looked at each other and König tensed, just in case the wolf decided to brawl. He was a bear so it wouldn’t be the most intelligent thing to do, but cornered dogs and all.

Ghost jumped at him, slamming their heads together before jumping back again and barking. He slammed his paws down and König was bewildered. Maybe he should’ve read up on wolf mannerisms before doing this.

Ghost barked loudly to get his attention before trotting around dramatically. His tail wagged and König realized he was trying to play. There were so many thoughts in his brain but he ignored them all to lumber after Ghost. He had to be careful. Ghost was big, but he was still bigger and he really didn’t want to accidentally hurt him and ruin the first time he had shifted for fun in a while.

Ghost ran off and König chased after him. He couldn’t do sharp turns too well but when Ghost noticed, he did them less, trying to keep them in pace with each other instead of running off. König eventually managed to trick him and pin him down.

Ghost’s tail wagged harder but he bit König’s limb to make it clear he did not want to be pinned. He rolled in the grass and looked… happy.

König rolled next to him and wiggled so the grass would scratch his back a little. The stars were pretty.

Pretty soon, Ghost was up and at ‘em again, trying to tussle with him.

Their playfighting was a little awkward but they were having fun. König noticed Ghost letting him win rather easily and wondered why. He stretched and yawned. Ghost jumped back and his ears went down, staring at König. He calmed down as soon as König closed his mouth again. Something about his teeth… Too big.

Despite how much fun they were having, they couldn’t stay out there all night. They still had things to do in the morning, so regretfully, they had to shift back.

Ghost’s body popped as he shifted back. He groaned and twisted to make the rest of his back pop, still lying on the ground.

König felt awful. Horrible. Ghost was vulnerable. The soft look on his face.

But they were shifted and they were right next to each other and then König’s lips were on Ghost’s. It was soft. Sweet. Ghost’s eyes fluttered closed and he didn’t move just yet.

König pulled away, already ready to apologize when he saw how cold Ghost’s eyes were. How blank the expression was. But he was yanked down before he could think about it. Their lips met again and König gasped into it. Ghost’s mouth moved against his own, tongue pushing past his lips to map him out.

König slowly put his hands on Ghost’s body, gently touching him like he’d shatter or snap. Ghost had no such reservations as he bit König’s lip and then ran his hands down his back. He yanked him away by his hair, feeling such a rush at seeing the bigger man let him.

“I want you. Right now.”

König blushed bright red. “We don’t have lube. Or protection.”

Ghost flipped them over and grabbed his coat. “Vaseline works right? I’m clean. Get checked every six months and I haven’t slept with anyone sense.” He forced König’s legs open, glad he hadn’t let him get dressed yet. König

König nodded, covering his eyes. His whole body had turned as red as strawberry and Ghost got the urge to bite him like one. So he did. He made pretty indents of his own teeth.

König squirmed and panted as he worked him open, not going easy on him. Ghost growled at him. “You’re too tight. Relax.”

König panted softly and tried, but it was a bit difficult. He clenched around Ghost’s fingers in a death grip and Ghost slowed down. He made circles on König’s hips with his thumb and moved his fingers steadily instead. Once he found his prostate, he brushed it gently, watching König shiver and arch his back. König bit his lip hard and he tried to press back against him. Ghost didn’t let him do more than brush against it, working him open a lot easier now that König had a goal in mind. When he pulled out, he thought König would start crying.

More vaseline and then he was carefully lining up with him. König grabbed his hand tight and his legs wrapped around his waist. Ghost pushed in slowly and had to pause to catch his breath.

König was gorgeous. All littered with scars and freckles and muscle. His tummy was a little soft, perfect to grab and his waist was definitely… what did they call it? Slutty little waist?

But he was also deathly tight. It was almost painful but König whimpered and Ghost needed to hear more of those. He slid in a little more and König let out a shuddering breath, looking anywhere but Ghost.

“So big…” His accent had thickened and the words were barely comprehensible.

“That all you can take?” Ghost meant it genuinely. He wasn’t exactly small and he didn’t want to hurt König.

König only heard it as a challenge. “No.” He pulled him closer and Ghost grunted as he bottomed out. Those damned whimpers. It took too much self control to not start rocking his hips into him. Self control Ghost didn’t have.

König’s hands gripped Ghost’s hips and at first, he thought he was trying to make him stop but he just held on to him. He brushed his sweet spot again and König moaned and then buried his face in Ghost’s shoulder to hide. Ghost learned from the prep and moved slowly, now hitting it dead on and being steady.

König was breathing pretty hard and kept clenching desperately. He clearly wanted more, but Ghost was going to make him ask for it. Took longer than he was expecting, but König was anxious at the best of times.

“Please, Simon.”

Ghost slammed into him and König bit him in retaliation. He refused to make any more noises besides the whimpers he couldn’t choke down. Ghost’s arms wrapped around his waist as they held on to each other, being more feral than they should be. More feral than they had the excuse to be. König’s raked his nails down Ghost’s back, noting the scent of blood but ignoring it. Ghost moaned when he did and nuzzled against him encouragingly. They found each other’s rhythm, slotting together like puzzle pieces.

König pushed one of Ghost’s hands to his cock and it was embarrassing how little he needed to finish. Ghost pulled out and finished on his thighs. He hadn’t asked to cum inside and he didn’t feel like asking now. They panted for a bit and Ghost shook his head.

“I shouldn’t… If I cro-” König yanked him down to kiss him. Words didn’t seem to work well with Ghost so he was trying this instead.

Worked perfectly.

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Some thoughts on S2 from a first-time watcher!

It's good that I saw a bunch of spoilers before watching S2 and S3, because after seeing how the plot arrived to some of these points, I feel like what I imagined would have worked better; useful for understanding one's own likes and writing.

I thought Toph would have been in bigger danger while in the metal box. In canon she's technically just being dragged back to her family, right? But the emotional impact of her success of bending metal (something believed to be impossible) would have been stronger if she was in a much bigger danger, in worse circumstances, for longer.

Long Feng was so quickly "taken down" at the start when the Earth King decided to stop following him! Yeah the Dai Li still answer to Long Feng but it felt like him losing outward power happened too quickly and he was actually scared that he had lost all power instantly. He even allowed the kids to try to show the king the truth. So which is it, do Long Feng and Dai Li have huge power, or little power?

I liked the plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with plot twist with Azula and her goons in Kyoshi warriors' disguises, and the Dai Li still answering to Long Feng. This uplifted the plot part a bit that had been sunk in my mind just before.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jet was actually ok in S2; he succumbed to a weakness of his by getting obsessed with "random" firebenders, but then he truly tried to be of help, he beat the goddamn brainwashing and did everything he could to help Aang and his allies. He was given a "heroic death" offscreen! Perhaps he survived, gravely injured but who knows. The writing portrays him as an ok person at the end.

If he was supposed to be an "evil version" or "irredeemed" version of Zuko, that could have been portrayed only if Jet had demonstrated more, and persistent negative traits that he would refuse to change. Before giving him an on-screen death.

It wasn't very believable to me that Iroh managed to follow Zuko so quietly and so well under lake Laogai; but from spoilers, I was convinced that Zuko had arrived to a moral decision to set Appa free and let go of his need to belong back at the royal family of the Fire Nation, all on his own. That might have been a bigger triumph of character, but... even coming to this decision because Iroh pressured him into thinking about choices (the fact that he had choices), doesn't diminish what he decided by a lot.

Fever was excellent lmao. Iroh gave him some ibuprofen But the subsequent very cheery behaviour feels like big and heavy Copium from Zuko to me!

Damn. Aang literally speedrun all those chakras opening. Guru Pathik seems alright to me and doesn't feel like a huge deus-ex mechanism considering many other elements the show has used. But I feel like the show would have benefitted a LOT more if separate episodes were devoted to unblocking the chakras. Those are supposed to be a big deal, something difficult to overcome for the hero. But also; Aang refusing to let go of Katara right at the moment when he sensed she was in danger, is actually a correct choice (from a narrative standpoint) - we aren't supposed to cheer for him to let her die. Of course we as the audience want him to try to help Katara! However what Guru Pathik had told him about attachment still stands in the writing (maybe it could have been made more clear that this attachment in question means a selfish possessive one). The writing still sets it up so that it seems like Aang WILL have to let go of the attachment in the future to successfully open the last chakra. Just... later, because this is not the right moment! ^^

Oh man. The best the writing could do for Katara was to have her make a dumb joke about Momo knocking over figurines in the war meeting? And the plan was just... "go forth and attack the Fire Nation during a solar eclipse"? This was the best the text could do?? No bits of additional strategy, problem-solving, no Katara being serious about it? And after that she decides to go for tea despite being on a crucial mission? And why would the delicate scroll requiring the Earth King's seal to set the entire army in motion be left to be carried around outside by one girl. Just so that she could run into Zuko and blow his cover, despite having last seen him as broken, crying over his uncle, fighting against his sister the Fire Nation princess. Feels like the plot really got super convoluted here just to get to points it wanted. Sadge.

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Difficult - Gracie Abrams

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

To name this feeling Would take a hundred thousand years, some kind of grieving But over what I never had, so I've been speaking To my therapist, I call her every weekend

It was raining in Monaco when Lyanna logged on to Zoom with her Macbook and Sophia's face appeared on the screen. Lyanna could see that she was at her office, which was quite rare.

“Hey, gorgeous! So how is Monaco?”

“Gloomy.” Answered Lyanna trying to show her the downpour that was taking place at that moment.

“Nice. It reminds you of London, that way.”

“Believe it or not, but I was kind of used to the sun.”

“Who are you and what did you do to Lyanna Michel? I’ve never thought that I would hear you saying that. You hate when it’s hot outside.”

“Yeah well, people change.”

“Love changed you, in your case. Speaking of, where is lover boy?”

“With his physio. He has to make some physical tests to evaluate his condition and build a plan to get him back in shape for the new season.”

“I’m glad to hear that he is okay. Now maybe, you are going to come back home in London?”

A long silence followed. Lyanna had been thinking for a few weeks. She didn't really miss London, she didn't miss her flat either, she was working very well from Monaco and then she had Charles. When she thought about London and her potential return, a lump formed in her stomach and it made her feel sad.

“About that… I’m thinking of moving out.” She confessed.

“What? Where? Do you mean moving out of the flat or of London?”

“Well both… I haven’t thought this through but… I was thinking of getting something closer to Charles. Like Nice? I have to find a real estate agent. Monaco is way too expensive for me.”

“Or you could just straight up move in with Charles instead of getting something for yourself. You are basically living together, already.”

“It’s different. I’m here because Charles needed someone to help him. It did not feel like moving – moving you see what I mean? I still want my independence and Charles will be away most of the year. I don’t see myself living here on my own. I would feel like an intruder. And moving with someone is a big step. As much as I love Charles, I’m not ready for that. But anyway, what is the oh so secret project you wanted to talk to me about?”

Suddenly, Sophia's face lit up and Lyanna could see the excitement on her face. Lyanna knew that look well; it was the same one she had worn when she had told her that her name was being seriously considered for the Oscar nominations.

“I got a call at the end of last week from Michael Mann’s team. He is working on his next movie and they would really like to have you on board. I did not tell you sooner because I wanted to see by myself what the project would look like and if it’s something that could interest you. But Lyanna, this movie can be the one to give you the Oscar. I’m sure of it. It’s such a big project with an intention to be shown at the Venice’s Mostra. That’s how big it is.”

“Wow.. okay. Michael Mann is a legend. What is the movie about? Do you know if other people have been casted or contacted?”

“Adam Driver and Penelope Cruz have signed up for it from what I’ve been told. They are searching for their last lead actress. Lead actress Lya. Up for consideration for the Oscars. Can you imagine?”

“You still have not told me about the kind of movie.” Pointed out Lyanna.

“It’s a biopic about Enzo Ferrari.”

Across town, in a private gym, Andrea and a Ferrari doctor were putting Charles through a series of tests to see how he was doing. Overall, they were satisfied with the Monegasque, who not only showed good physical health, but also an excellent mental state. He was ready to face the new season and give it his all. It was as if his accident and forced rest had mentally rebooted him. All Charles wanted to do was get back into an F1 car as quickly as possible. In fact, Ferrari was planning to do so, to test him on track and also because it would make good photos to feed the Scuderia's official accounts.

“Yeah, I talked to Silvia about that. The PR team planned a whole program to show people that I’m alive and well.”

“What have they in store for you?” asked Andrea.

“An interview in my flat, in Monaco. They also want to shoot a video like a day in my life like kind of thing. And me at the factory. And I’m going to go the FIA prize giving ceremony. She did not ask me to go, I’m forced. And here I thought that I would have had a few weeks off before Christmas… And you know the best thing? They want to include Lya. They still have not given up on the idea. I mean, I want her by my side at the FIA ceremony that’s for sure. But during the video shoot? Not sure about that.”

“And no stupid Christmas challenge with Carlos?”

“Don’t get me started on that. They want us to have a competition of who is going to make the best gingerbread house.”

“You know how they are.” Tried to resonate Andrea with him.

“I don’t mind doing that. But I don’t want them to use my relationship. Especially when I can feel that it’s purely in a marketing way. I have to talk to Lya about it and see what she wants to do. If she is down for it why not, but I doubt it. But the worst thing is that I know that even if we both say no, they are still going to do it so we might as well try to do what they want and have a little bit of control over it.”

When Charles returned to the flat in the late afternoon, it was almost dark. The living room was dimly lit and he found Lyanna, with a cup of tea in her hands, staring out of the window. Charles wondered what she could see: it was pouring rain and there wasn't much visibility.

“Hey, love. What are you staring out?”

She let out a long sigh and shrugged her shoulders, which worried Charles. She didn't look too good. He knew she'd had a telephone appointment with Sophia earlier in the day and wondered if that was the reason for her distant behaviour. He put his sports bag down in the entrance hall and walked over to her, holding her by the waist. If she usually let herself go naturally against him, this time he felt her stiffen.

“Everything’s okay?” insisted Charles.

She freed herself from his arms and went into the kitchen to empty her cup and rinse it. Charles had the impression that she was trying to avoid him and he hated that feeling, reminding him of moments in their relationship that he would like to leave in the past.

“Lyanna?” he tried to get her attention as he followed her.

“I’m not in the mood for talking, Charles.” She finally decided to speak to him.

“Did I do something wrong? If it's because I left the toilet seat up again, I'm sorry, I'm trying to be careful.”

“Not everything revolves around you, Charles.” she replied sharply.

“So… I did something wrong.”

“For fuck’s sake, I told you I didn’t want to talk about it, so please drop it!”

Charles felt unsettled, it had been a while since he'd had an argument and he had to admit that he didn't miss it at all. He could see that something was tormenting Lyanna, he wasn't blind. The only logical conclusion he could come to, if it wasn't his fault, was the video call with Sophia.

“Did something happen with your work?”

The fact that Lyanna stopped dead in her tracks as she headed for the bedroom made him realise that he had been right. The young woman turned back and sat down on the sofa, where Charles joined her.

“A biopic about Ferrari is about to be shot and they want me onboard as a lead. It’s a huge project and probably Oscar worthy.” She said bluntly.

“What? Lyanna, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! If you need help to prepare, I can find archives and…”

“I said no.”

“What do you mean you said no?” asked Charles, confused.

“They don’t want me. They want Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend.” She explained with tears in her eyes.

“Come on Lya, you know it’s not true…”

The young woman stood up abruptly, startling Charles.

“Don’t be stupid Charles! I think it’s pretty convenient to be called for this movie not so long after we made our relationship public!”

“Or they think you are talented and deserve to be part of it, Lya.”

“Do you know how humiliated I felt? Do you have the slightest idea? No of course you don’t. My career is what matters the most to me. I worked my ass off to be where I am today, to feel deserving of it. And it’s still feels like it’s a big dream and that I will wake up at any minute. When I understood why they wanted me, it was like all my work, my blood, sweat and tears, all of that was for nothing. I didn’t feel like Lyanna Michel, the actress. I felt like Lyanna Michel, Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend and actress. And it hurt. So bad. I felt robbed.”

“I’m so sorry, Lya… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have anything to say. It is what it is. But I can’t accept to make a movie like this. I would wake up every day wondering if I stole someone’s place. And I would end up hating you because of that, and that’s the last thing I want.”

“I still think you should take time to think this through, maybe talk with the people involved.”

“There is nothing to talk about. My decision is final and I’m asking you to respect it. I should not even have said something, it was stupid you don’t understand. You can’t understand.”

“I understand! Truly, I do! But it’s something that we could have sorted out together, instead you preferred to do things on your own. I don’t to be an obstacle to your career, Lya. I want to see you succeed.”

“It’s my career Charles. I can do whatever the hell I want! I don’t interfere in yours so please don’t interfere in mine!”

“How do I interfere? Tell me? I don’t because you never talk to me.”

“What is the point? You know who could understand me? Arthur. He knows what it feels like to be associated to you and how painful it can get.”

It was a low blow for Charles.

“Don’t bring Arthur into it, please.” He told her with a serious tone.

“Why shouldn’t I? Have you ever wondered how he could feel? To always be in your shadow, to be compared to you? I never thought that it would be something that I would one day experience but here we are.”

“You are being dramatic. Really. It’s just a movie, Lya? Why are we fighting?”

“It’s deeper than just a movie. It’s about my place in your life. It’s about balance. How would you feel if tomorrow you would get a sponsorship with a brand because you were my boyfriend?”

“I would be proud!”

“Let me doubt that.”

“Listen… I’m tired and I’m stressed out. And obviously we are both stubborn about it and fighting is pointless. I’m going to go to bed.”

Seeing the young woman heading for the guest room rather than their bedroom, Charles questioned her.

“I don’t feel like being near you, right now.”

This hurt Charles; it felt like his heart was being torn in two. He spent an absolutely horrible night, tossing and turning all the time. And when he got up the next morning with the firm intention of having a frank and calm discussion with his girlfriend in order to find a solution, he had the impression that it was no longer his heart that had been torn in two, but his soul. She was gone.

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Ephemeral Love | Chapter 10

pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, university au, right person wrong time, minor character death

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, fluff, gets slightly heated towards the end but it is pg 13

summary: Does love last forever, or is it fleeting? For university juniors Kim Seungmin and Seo Y/n, it's love at first sight but sometimes you meet your soulmate at the wrong time.

word count: 2,167 (unedited)

screenshot count: 22

a/n: halfway point which means things are about to start getting serious... also, i think i got carried away with this chapter, sorry

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You lay peacefully on Seungmin, resting. Your torso slotted between his legs, your head flat on his chest, his hand drawing small shapes on your back. You can hear his heartbeat swiftly. Still, it’s calmer than when you first laid on him earlier, it sounded like he had a jack hammer in his chest.

You finished your paper within the first hour of you being at Seungmin's apartment. The melona he gave you being an excellent motivator to get you to finish. Afterwords, you helped Seungmin cook dinner, which he insisted on doing instead of ordering in like he suggested earlier. And by help, he had you cut vegetables and then read his textbook to him as you sat on the counter top and he finished cooking. You two ate while watching the show you were in the middle of the last time you were over. Afterwords, the two of you retreated to the couch where you took a nap on Seungmin's chest as he finished his reading.

"Min?" You ask when you woke up. You weren't sure if he is still awake. His hand is still moving on your back but he's been still.

"Oh, you're awake?" He asks softly.

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"While you were sleeping?"

"I guess,"

"What were you thinking about?" He hums. You feel it in his chest. It's almost like feeling 2 cats purring.

"Why do you want to become a lawyer."

"You were thinking about why I'm studying law?" He chuckles.

"No, I-- just answer the question." You softly hit his chest.

"It's always fascinated me. One time when I was little, my dad took me to work with him and I thought it was amazing that he was getting paid to argue with people. Seemed fun." You can hear the fondness in his voice as he talks about his father.

"But you're doing it because you want to?"

"I don't do things I don't like or don't want to." He says simply.

“Noted,”

“Why’d you ask about why I wanted to become a lawyer?”

“Something my brother said to me earlier. He thinks I want to become a doctor to stay in our dad’s good graces.”

“Are you?”

“Yes and no,” Seungmin taps your back, signaling for you to sit up. You quickly get up and bring your knees to your chest, resting your head on top of them, facing Seungmin.

“What do you mean by yes and no?”

“I’ve always wanted to be a doctor. I saw some show that I’ll never know the name of because I never checked but it made medicine look interesting so, I decided to become a doctor. I just didn’t know what I wanted to specialize in until my dad had his first heart attack. It was not too long after Changbin told our dad he wasn’t going to go to university and that he was moving to Seoul to become a tattoo artist. I’m not saying my brother gave our dad a heart attack, that man eats so much red meat and smokes habitually—I’m surprised he lasted that long before that moment. But it was a minor attack and so were the other 3 he’s had since. I figured that if I went into cardiothoracic surgery, and my dad could wait that long, I could help him prolong his life long enough for him and Bin to make amends and for our family to be whole again.” You sigh. You didn’t mean to ramble, but something about being with Seungmin made you feel safe enough to do that.

“You’re trying to literally mend broken hearts.” Seungmin says in awe.

“I guess. I know my dad is devastated about how things with Changbin went, even though he’ll never admit it. That’s his only son and even though they’ve been at odds my whole life, I know those stubborn idiots care for each other. Our dad told us not to tell Changbin about the heart attacks. Saying that 'if he cared he would have never left in the first place.' But I know it’s because he worries about him.” You've never told anyone about any of this, not even your sister.

You haven't even told her that your dad has sent you extra money for your monthly allowance and once you did the math you realized that he was sending money for Changbin too knowing that you would figure it out. You've been pulling it out and sneaking it into his wallet or random jean pockets for years now knowing that he wouldn't take if if he knew it was from your dad.

“Is that why you’re at JYPU?”

“It’s the closest university to where my brother lives. I had to lie to my dad and tell him I got rejected from all the top universities so he would let me go. Convincing him to let me live with Changbin was easy after that. I just want everything to go back to normal.” You squeeze your knees tighter to your chest.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You hum.

“I’m in awe of you,”

"I--What? So suddenly?" You laugh.

"No, I've thought it for a while. You're smart, like really smart, and when In asked me to tutor you I thought you were going to be a pain in my ass. But you're like the opposite?"

"I'm a relief in your ass?" You giggle.

"Nevermind, I take it back." His face quickly gets red at the realization of what he said.

"I'm sorry, go back to what you were saying."

"I'm good,"

"Seungmin," You whine.

"It's nothing, I was just going to say you aren't how I thought you were going to be. And the fact that you could be at any university you want and you gave that up to try to fix your family. I don't think that many people would do that."

"I'm a certified genius. It wouldn't have mattered much where I went to school for my undergraduate degree anyway, all people mostly care about is what medical school you go to. So, I have only this year and next year to fix everything." You say the last part to yourself. In retrospect, it's not a lot of time to fix years of fighting, but you're stubborn like your brother and father.

The two of you sit silently for a moment, staring at each other. Seungmin rests his head in his hand as he stares at you. He has a soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes. You've seen that look on him before. He had it once when he was watching a baseball game. Only for the first half ot the game though, his team started losing after that.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You giggle, sitting up straight and stretching out your legs.

"I'm thinking," He says sheepishly.

"About?" You quirk your eyebrow at him.

"It's not really appropriate, i think."

"Kim Seungmin, are you having pervy thoughts?" You tease.

"No! No, quite the opposite actually." His ears turn bright red.

"Oh?" You turn your body towards him, fully intrigued about what could be going on in his head.

"I was...thinking about kissing you." He says innocently. Your eyes glance at his lips quickly. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you haven't thought about the same thing for week now. Your heart leaps at the idea of him thinking the same thing.

"Then do it," Your boldness surprises you. You've never been so direct or commanding about anything and if anyone checked your heart rate right now, they'd think your heart was about to give out with how hard it's pounding.

"I'm afraid," He whispers, sitting up straighter.

Ba-dum

"Of what?"

Ba-dum

"That once I start, I might not be able to stop."

Ba-dum

"Would that be so bad?" You throw back his words from earlier at him.

Ba-dum

Seungmin slowly closes the small gap between the two of you. You squeeze your hands tight, scared that if you move he'll back off. You're not sure why the idea of kissing him is making you so nervous. You've been sleeping next to him for a while now and you were just laying on top of him not that long ago. You swallow the lump in your throat as Seungmin's eyes flick down to your lips. He places his index finger under your chin and tilts you head up slightly towards him.

He gently places his lips on yours, almost like he's afraid you'd disappear if he presses his lips deeper into yours. Your eyes flutter close, letting out a breathe you weren't aware you were holding. It's a simple kiss, he doesn't part his mouth or swipe your bottom lip with his tongue trying go further. It's so simple and yet, it still sends shock waves through your body. You can't help but melt into the kiss, your hand finding it's way onto Seungmin's chest and slightly gripping his shirt. After a few seconds he pulls away, looking at your lips before slowly looking into his eyes. He has a look you've never seens in his eyes before, almost like desperation.

Before you could say anything, Seungmin is gently laying your back on the couch. His hands are on either sides of your head, caging you in as he leans in again. His lips find yours again, this time desperately. Like he knows what he wants and he's afraid you're going to disappear. You're not sure if it's the combination of his velvety soft lips on yours, his cologne, and his body heat overwhelming you, but you're starting to feel light headed. You slightly part your lips to breathe and Seungmin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Your left hand hands Seungmin's chest again, griping his shirt tighter than before.

Seungmin separates from you again, and rests his forehead on yours. You're sure that kissing Seungmin cut off all oxygen from going to your brain. For the first time in your life, you don't have a single thought going through your head.

"Y/n," He says breathlessly. The kiss seems to have done damage to him too.

"Hm," You hum.

"I'm not trying to sleep with you right now." He whispers.

"Oh?" Your brain still hasn't recovered, you can't even think of a proper sentence right now.

"I just really, really like you. Fuck, I might even be in love with you. I just...I just need you." His right hand lands on your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

"You need me?" You question. His words aren't entirely making sense, but you're blaming that on him kissing you and making you dizy.

"Not like that. Okay, maybe a little like that but more than that too. I like going to sleep next to you and waking up next to you and just doing mundane shit with you like brushing our teeth. And studying. And I go to sleep really early but I like staying late to talk to you. And your voice is like music to my ears, even that weird giggle you do. And I'm glad you're fighting with your roommate because that means I get to see you more often, and I know that sounds selfish, and that's entirely your fault. You make me do stupid shit like running to the store and buying one of every box of melona. And if I keep doing all of that as a friend without having all of you, I think I might actually die. Especially after kissing you because I don't think I can back to how we were now that I know how your lips feel against yours--"

"Seungmin--"

"I'm literally using every fiber in my being to stop myself from kissing you again because I don't want you to get the wrong idea. But I want you to be my girlfriend, actually I need you to be my girlfriend but if I keep kissing you I feel like you're going to think I'm just trying to sleep with you--"

"Okay,"

"--and...Okay?"

"Okay, I'll be your girlfriend."

"You will?"

"Yes. I really, really, really like you too and if you've noticed, I didn't exactly push you away either of the times that you kissed me. Actually, I told you to do it. Which is so unlike me. You make me do dumb shit too. I hope you're happy, you've reduced me to an idiot. And I hope you know that I haven't been coming here just because my roommate is an ass. I also don't do things I don't want to or don't like."

"I...so...you... Sorry, I think my brain is short circuiting."

"Kissing me might help that." You suggests.

"Is that right?" He laughs, his breathe tickling your face.

"Trust me, I'm a pre-med student."

"Well, shit, who am I to go against my doctor-girlfriend's orders."

"Hurry up, the situation is quite dire, I fear." You grip Seungmin's shirt again and pull him down closer to you.

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tohisprettyc00l · 9 months

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celebrating your birthday

A/n: It's nowhere near my birthday but whatever

Amity: It's been a while since she's had a real birthday party. She used to get mager ones when she was friends with Boscha. In retrospect that was probably to impress Boscha's parents. But enough about all that it's your big day. And with money (that she totally didn't steal from her mom) she wants to make sure that you have a great birthday. She takes you to any store you want. And then gets you your favorite food.

Luz: She loves birthday parties so much!!! She goes all out. There's a bunch of decorations. And if you like having more people there, all of her friends are there. Which we know is a fucking lot. If you don't want a lot of people that's okay. She buys your favorite cake. You only turn whatever age your turning once. And now I've at least alluded to Boscha two more times than I thought I would.

Willow: She's never been one that likes big crowds. And no matter how many people are on your part she'd feel kind of awkward. So she hosts a party that's just the two of you. On the plus side, it's more special. Also, her dads make you a cake <3.

Hunter: The FUCK is a birthday? Yeah, I think I've made it clear the Empoer's coven and the Empoer himself suck. Like doesn't even know what that word means. But once he finds out he's determined to give you a good one. Despite never being to or having one himself. And it's very all over the place, You have no cake but do have ice cream. Not sure how he managed to mess up the biggest part of the birthday. He's trying okay? Also the number of gifts he good you was absurd.

Vee: She kind of knows what birthdays are. A few kids had them at camp (Which was probably sad as fuck.) So while the general decorations are kinda dull. The gifts are great! Most (affordable) things you want you get. Though there are a few oddballs in there. Like she just got you a straight-up weapon.

Raine: Pretty good birthday. The happy birthday song is 10x more awkward. Because they have a beautiful singing voice. Thankfully they also are an awkward mess when it comes to stuff like that. So they probably won't sing it (if you don't when them to.) All of the gifts they get you are sweet.

Eda: Never trust Eda to throw a party, worst mistake of my life. There are so many different shows and gamed-themed plates it's insane. The presents don't make any sense. Like a book about how to get better at abominations, while your human ass is just sitting there confused as fuck. She starts laughing and then just straight up gives you 250 snails.

Emria: She bakes the cake herself (and almost burns the house down.) She's not great at the whole planning the party thing. But it is still an enjoyable experience! While the wrapping job might have been so bad that you could see the gifts, said gifts were still great. Is her lacking ability in making birthday parties just a her thing or is her mom also at the core of this? I don't know, you decide.

Edric: Dude was stressed. He wanted it to be perfect! But, just like his siblings, he had no clue what to do. I mean he'd had birthdays, but he's not known for excelling. And with his mom being Odaila there was no chance of him getting a proper birthday. Cue the googling! The birthday isn't very extravagant, despite his wealth. But it is a fun time. He did end up getting pin the tail on the donkey. So that's pretty fun.

The Collector: Any chance to throw a party is a chance he'll take! And it was about you? That's twice the fun. He can make you the biggest cake with just a snap of his finger, not sure how good it would taste but that's beside the point. Also, the presents are great, obviously. You guys have stereotypical "girls" birthday parties. You have a slumber party, eat pizza, play truth or dare, and stay up all night.

Lilith: She probably wouldn't do anything major for your party. A slice of a cake and a small gift or two. It's not that she doesn't care about you, she does a lot! She doesn't really celebrate her birthday. (Sorry boys it's not angst this time I just don't think she likes celebrating her birthday.) That being said, if you want a bigger party she's not totally against the idea. But the only people she has the confidence to ask are Hooty, Luz, and Eda (King probably tagged along.) It's pretty hectic, as all things with the owl family are, but it's honestly the best birthday you've had.

Gus: Gus is almost the biggest overachiever out there (second only to Hunter.) So he's more than excessive. He takes all his past parties and parties he's been to and combines them into one big party. He invited Willow over to make sure it looked okay (bless her and the crap she has to deal with.) She tells Gus in the nicest way possible that you'd probably have a heart attack from all the colors. She quickly helped him fix everything up. When you do come over it's overall presentable. It's a far cry from what Gus had planned but it is chill.

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mslanna · 5 months

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A Lesson In Patience

A lesson In Patience up on AO3

Raphael is horribly bad in bed. But he wants to impress somebody with his prowess. Who is Tav to refuse their favourite fiend help?

"Alright, what have I told you about people being individuals?" Tav crosses their arms and looks down at the devil crouched between their legs.

"That they are and they like different things," Raphael replies slightly bored.

"Right and how do you find out if your lady love likes what you are doing?"

"I watch for her reactions." The devil clearly considers this a waste of his time.

"And what signs are those?" Tav waits for a reply that doesn't come. "Alright. I'll show you. Get back down there."

Raphael lowers his head, slipping his tongue between Tav's leg. It is a pleasing sensation, soft and – offering. Then the tip of his tongue finds their clit. Tav exhales slowly as the devil works them. He is getting better at it.

"Okay, let's say, this is feels really good for your girl, she might do this." Tav thrusts their hips up and Raphael sucks up their whole pussy in return. "Excellent save. Yes. Go for it, more intense, not necessarily with more pressure. Oh, yeah. That does it."

Tav takes a moment to calm their body's reaction. "On the other hand, she may just moan. That is good. She may whimper." Tav displays the sound as well. "That is very good because you are hitting a nerve and she is trying to keep it together. Watch out for hints of pain though. Not everybody is into that."

"Unlikely." Raphael raises his head to reply, mouth dripping and puckered in objection.

"Trust me on this one. Not everybody is and you cannot make them. Not while you're still in the impressing phase. Anyway," Tav pushes his head back over their clit. "Some people freeze up when things are really to their liking. Like this."

They hold very still while Raphael circles their clit with his tongue. It sends quite an amount of desire through their body by now. Some day soon these little sessions would have to end. Not that starting them was a good idea in first place.

But the devil wants to impress in bed and far be it from Tav to let a hapless guy flail and fumble. Women deserved better. And it wasn't as if he'd ever bed them. Which, considering how this started, might have been a blessing. Not anymore though. Tav lets out a long sigh.

"I assume this means the performance is going well?" Raphael props himself up.

"Indeed." Tav scrambles to return to the task at hand. "Remember what I said about sensitive skin and- ah, yes." Tav inhales sharply. "Nipples. Regardless of gender, those are very sensitive so use them well.

"To think you barely reacted," Raphael purrs, obviously happy with his progress. "No more staged responses, dear. Let me take it from here."

"We've been over this, Raphael." Tav cups his face with a hand, relishing in the soft tingle of his hair. "Getting me off doesn't mean anything for you lady. Make her walk the edge for a while before you start actually fucking and you should be fine however short it lasts."

"How do I know this even works?" He moves closer, face inches from Tav's. "Are you afraid I'll find you out?"

"If this worked on me, it would have worked already," Tav insists, concealing the main reason why it didn't work; even though devil dick was of a fortunate shape where g-spots were concerned. Tav pushed Raphael's head away with both hands.

"We covered human and devil shape, do not forget the tail, it may be a true asset." Tav pets the body part in question when it rises beside their head. "Do you intend to show her your ascended form, too?"

"I don't think she will like that."

"Ah. Alright. Her loss." Tav shifts in devil's arms.

But Raphael picks up on something. His eyes narrow, blaze increasing. "You consider it – doable?"

"Well," Tav swallows. "This isn't about me."

"Indulge me, for a moment." There is a subtle shift in his words. "The huge fiery fiend that can snap you in half with one claw?"

Tav has to swallow again because, hot damn. Yes. "Can't see what's not to like?" They confess under the burning gaze of the devil. "Huge monster, searing fire barely contained by black exoskeleton, skull faces, mane of fire and wingspan of a whole fucking house. Mind you, considering assumed size it may take some – work, to get it in."

"It will, yes." The words roll from Raphael's lips like velvet gravel.

"Anyway." Tav licks their lips which it is surely prompted by rising nervousness. "A moot point considering where you are headed."

"Going to a destination doesn't mean you cannot make stops along the way." Hunger drips from the words and the devil grips Tav's arms with strong hands. In the moment it takes Tav to blink, he transforms.

Tav swallows at the fiend before them. It's wings take up the whole room. Long claws curl around their arms and where the devil fit snugly between their legs, the ascended form presses them wide almost painfully. Three skull leer down at them, crowned by fire.

"Accelerated breathing, widened pupils," a fingers forces Tav's mouth open and slips its talon inside, "dry mouth." Raphael cites their own signs of arousal back at them. He leans down until Tav's head is caught between the mandible framing his face. The talon retracts from their mouth and wanders down their chest.

Tav gasps as it caresses its path over their belly and between their legs.

"Panting, wetness." The claw moves between Tav's folds before dipping into their cunt. "Whining, without pain. So far. I think I will take my chances."

Tav can't reply because bones close against their lips and a rough tongue forces its way into their mouth. So they reach for the fiend instead, hands grasping on the wiry surface of the burning body. But the ascended form it too big and Tav's arms reach barely to its waist, still far from the desired cock.

Raphael leans back, surveying his work so far. Tav squirms in his grip, breath heavy and interspersed with small whines. If he had know that it was a simple matter of shape. "On the edge until they are desperate with need, you said." Dark amusement laughs in his words.

Tav groans when he slips them onto their back, holding their upper body down with one hand easily as his head presses down between their legs. Teeth graze the sensitive skin, long canines digging deep into soft flesh. Tav wails when the hot tongue joins in and slips up into their body.

They taught Raphael well to look out for the signs. He digs in a little deeper, caresses a little rougher and a content rumble rises from the fiend's chest. He will take his time and whatever desperation washes over them, Tav brought it onto themself.

Beat, Tav thrusts their hips up into the relentless mouth. It earns them a deep lap and the tip of Raphael's infernal tail in their mouth. He paid close attention. Tav sucks on the tail as if it would ease their need or hasten Raphael. This would not end soon and not without several layers of desperation.

But as the fiend bears down, Tav doesn't even care.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #raphael is bad in bed #and tav is not interested #ascended fiend raphael #changes everything #mel writes fanfic #sleazy second-hand car dealer #convicted monsterfucker mel

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rawliverandgoronspice · 11 months

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I absolutely love your analysis of the gerudo and Ganondorf because they put into words what bothers me about how TOTK portrays Ganondorf. That being they remove his agency as a character in favor of having some great evil against the good guys.

[Major story spoilers ahead for the end of the game]

At the end of the game, when you’ve defeated Ganondorf, he swallows the secret stone and becomes a dragon, like Zelda, fully knowing the consequences of what happens when that happens. And it’s just kinda left me with a bitter taste in my mouth? In the context of the story it makes sense, he’s portrayed as a egomaniac who just wants to destroy Hyrule. But compared to other versions of him, this one just feels more openly biased against him and the gerudo, with no reason or justification other than “he’s evil, hate him.” As far as I can tell… They never really show us that he’s done anything horrible or deserving of being feared before the show of fealty cutscene, other than not submit to Hyrule, attack them once, and generally have bad vibes. It feels forced how much they want us to hate him and the people who follow him. I’m not saying character in video games always have to be nuanced or complex but comparing like, Wind Waker Ganondorf next to TOTK Ganondorf…. 🙃 Waste of an excellent design imo.

Heyyy sorry for being a billion years late with this ask!! I was busy finishing the game!!! among other things!!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I'm super happy it resonated with you in that way!

I mean, the whole draconification plot beat doesn't really work for me. Like yeah, sure it's sad that Zelda is now a giant dragon and it's cool to have her soaring above your head while you have no idea where she actually is (a situation that isn't nearly tapped into enough in the narrative imo, like it gets obvious way too fast if you happen upon the wrong memory, etc), and I actually think the whole sequence of you removing the Master Sword from her head was the best scene in the entire game in terms of mood and emotions --even THOUGH it would have been so much better with a stronger story and stronger stakes-- BUT. How does that build up thematically?

I think what doesn't work for the Zelda side of this plot point (I'll get to Ganon next) is that... she doesn't make that choice. It's not like she's being tempted by an easy way out and decides to sacrifice herself for the sake of Hyrule or Link or whoever: she has no choice in the matter. Her powers activate (?? somehow? once and never again also, talk about dropped plot threads), she finds herself in the past, is the passive witness to a bunch of shit that only tangientially relates to her --it's like she's visiting estranged family in a foreign country and watch their drama awkwardly before being dragged into it against her will even though she was just trying to renew her passport and get back home (if there had been any callback to her relationship with her father it would have landed better, but it's just completely ignored so vOv). Then her relatives all die or corrupt or something, and she still can't get back home. What is she meant to do besides draconify? Grow old and die in the past? What would that accomplish?? Her adventures in the past are just basically about solving a shrine puzzle with a particularly weird solution --but the game treats it like a huge sacrifice when it's basically her only way out, and she lost absolutely nothing making that sacrifice (and then she... cries about the weird family drama? sure. Honestly I think it would have worked better if the tears were Rauru's, it's his bullshit everyone is dealing with right? He's the one who feels broken and aggrieved by the whole thing.)

So, if we ignore the draconification precedent builds up to zero thing thematically beyond cheap drama that reveals nothing about neither the characters nor the world, I think Ganondorf's case is a little more compelling because he does make a choice here: dying as he tries to achieve his weird lofty goals (and fail), or postpone his victory eternally by sacrificing his objectives but reject death and defeat --while also barring himself from victory. In a better crafted story, this could be utterly excellent and it feels very Ganondorf to me. BUT, my beef with that plot beat isn't that he chooses the second option, making him kinda active for the first time in the entire game (and makes an appropriate hideous smile: *loved* this second one, the first one didn't land for me but this one really captures the ecstatic insanity and transcendance and desperate madness of the act --I have nothing against Ganondorf offputting smiles and cackles when they feel earned, and the Sonia one just... doesn't to me, it just feels like weird rigging and mesh deformation choices getting out of control).

My problem is that his existence as a dragon contradicts everything we knew about dragons before --both for him and for Zelda. I thought the big issue with draconification was that you'd lose yourself to the act entirely, and would become this sort of organic landmark of infinite power and eternal life but without will to act on your precedent goals and understanding of yourself. But the second the big man becomes an evil dragon, suddenly Zelda zips in to the rescue (apparently remembering who you are? understanding she's meant to fight Ganondorf? I mean, this kind of works emotionally as a climactic ending and the power of love or whatever, again it would have worked better in a better story), and Ganondorf is still very much into destroying the world as well as you and Zelda.

Also, he's very definitively mortal (and he has the stone on his head again? And so if you destroy it you destroy his immortality? why???)

So... What I dislike here is the suggestion that he was somehow so evil and rotten and bad that all of these rare moments of interesting worldbuilding and ambivalence gets completely swallowed in the bossfight logic, making his choice (and Zelda's) completely meaningless in retrospect.

also: let Zelda remain a dragon you cowards, that way Hyrule gets any sort of chance to escape and reimagine its horrying eternal monarchy instead of re-establishing it even harder than before!!!

#totk #totk spoilers #totk critical #asks #tloz #zelda #ganondorf #any change to the statut quo emotionally is so unbearable to this game's writing it's so weird #the dragon thing is a cool idea but I'm not sure it should have involved zelda tbh #if it had been rauru's thing while mineru held ganondorf in place it would have worked better in my opinion #I feel like this leads to much better character arcs and make mineru more of a character #and someone we could connect to much more than rauru #something

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