#i place this down gently

[lacklustres]

so!! i know i've yet to write any semblance of a history check on larry. that's mostly because i've had a lot going on, but i wanted to whip up something that i'll elaborate further on, both on here and my carrd, to give something tangible for people to grab onto! i'll also probably separate stuff into a public / semi-public / private knowledge post sometime in the near future.

the basics.

larry's full name is larry greyson mapleton. he heralds from paldean and galarian heritage.

he's a transgender man, he/him pronouns. for the most part, people aren't aware of this. he isn't necessarily avoidant of disclosing it, it simply doesn't crop up as often as it did when he was amidst transitioning. he's accessed hormonal therapy, but hasn't had any surgeries.

he's approximately between 5'8" and 5'9" in height. 5'8.5" if you wanted to be really specific, but if you ask him, he'll just say, "it's average."

he's known, quite notoriously, for his flat affect and woollen atmosphere. people often can't quite pin him down; is he mad at them? is he being stern, unaffectionate, cold? was that a smile or a twitch of the lips? when he first started his career as a gym leader, younger medali residents, quite cruelly, tried to shock / scare / do anything to invoke big, vivid expressions from him. they failed in almost all their attempts.

he has been long-since diagnosed with depression and schizophrenia. the schizophrenia is believed to have genetic, organic roots; this has been hotly contested by his family, retorting especially against such a claim. they claim that they have no history of schizophrenia, so, when doctors have tried to explain that it might've come earlier down the line or other family members might've had gone undiagnosed, they've been met with contention. larry believes they're like this because it makes them feel like it's their fault.

larry was incredibly different prior to adulthood. loud, demanding, anti-authority, colourful emotionally, a lover of poison and dark types ... he was an archetype rebellious teen. that all changed when he began to experience aggressively recurrent psychotic episodes. many of his friends and peers, who'd looked up to him for his assertiveness and commanding voice, saw him gradually fade into a shadow of himself. they claimed, "you're weird now, man", and "you're not who you used to be." he became very isolated. he lost most of his social life in his late teens, early adulthood.

he began to fixate on things that made him feel, but more importantly look normal. and, due to his experiences in being highly visibly unwell during his episodes, there was persistent anxiety in anything that made him feel like he "stood out". he began to wear plainer colours, he dressed up in plainer, conventional clothes, he tidied and tried to keep his public spaces as meticulously clean and clutterfree as possible. this nigh obsession with not standing out, being average and unremarkable, is what led him towards his eventual specialisation (and preference, as he makes clear in his elite four chats, almost alluding to some kind of distress about having to veer away from his comfort zone) in normal-types.

#ooc. #i place this down gently

[mothedmanillustration]

tired pewter time

#pewter aitsf #aitsf #ai the somnium files #pewter #my art #mothedarts #places this down gently and scurries away #i accidently specialize in Tired Gay Scientists #but i wouldn't have it any other way o7

[wanderingmausoleum]

so. the latest bob’s burgers episode.

#my art #wip #AAAUUGGHGGGGHGGGG #calvin fischoeder #mr fischoeder #bob's burgers #bob's burgers fanart #this is dedicated to the like. 3 people who have a bobs burgers fandom on here. im gently placing this down in front of u #like an apple in front of a deer. then running away #until i finish this at least. #i literally shan’t apologize for this im just living my truth #old man yaoi #mausolart #sketch #art

[girlbossnezuko]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 3

[part 1] [part 2]

Abby’s eyes are so big and soft and brown. They’re like his mother’s eyes, round and sweet. She’s so cute, even in the bland grey onesie the Russians put her in, which isn’t nearly as nice as she deserves. She deserves nice, comfy, pretty clothes — and a warm hat, because it gets cold in the evenings even in the summer.

“Steve,” Robin sighs, “I’m soooo thirsty. Can you hold Abby while I get a drink from the fountain?”

Steve holds his arms out before she’s even done talking. She snorts and passes him the baby, who blinks up at him with big eyes. The weight of her is perfect in his arms. He’s never going to put her down.

He follows dazedly after Robin, and the only reason he doesn’t spend the entire time staring at Abby is because if he manages to trip and drop her because he isn’t paying attention he’s going to blow up the mall.

He hands Abby back very reluctantly so he can take his own drink of water, then accepts her again gratefully when Robin goes back for more. He’d get some for Abby too, but he’s pretty sure babies this small aren’t supposed to drink water. It’s all moot anyway because they’re both running off to puke before Robin’s done her second turn.

He holds Abby very carefully to avoid getting her dirty — either from the puke or the gross bathroom floor. She protests a bit but doesn’t start crying again so all in all it’s a success.

“Oh god,” Robin groans, “was that all of it? I hope that was all of it.”

“Think so,” Steve grunts, wiping his mouth with some toilet paper. It’s really flimsy, he hates this place.

“Quick, ask me a question.”

Steve blanks. He can’t remember any question he’s ever asked. He looks at Abby, then down at the toilet bowl.

“When was the last time you pissed your pants?” Whatever, that works.

“Today,” Robin says, sounding almost amazed. “When that Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit though.”

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back to rest it against the wall. Definitely wasn’t all of it, then.

“Your turn.”

Robin hums. He can see her shoes tap-tapping against the tile through the small gap under the stall.

“Well, I was gonna ask if you’ve ever been in love, but after seeing you with Abby… now I’m wondering — why did you break up with Nancy Wheeler?”

Ah. Ouch.

“She broke up with me.”

“Wait, what?”

Robin scrambles up and around into his stall, crouching in front of him and Abby.

“She broke up with you?”

Steve doesn’t understand why she looks so confused. He nods.

“I mean, technically, yeah,” he says, and she tilts her head in confusion. “It was, uh, Halloween. Tina’s party, you remember. She was drunk and she started going on about how we killed Barb and our whole relationship was just…” —he swallows, looks away— “bullshit. That we spent a whole year pretending we were in love. When I talked to her the next day she couldn’t take it back, so.” He shrugs.

“Holy shit,” Robin whispers. “Steve, I’m so— I thought you broke up with her because you didn’t want to settle down or something, holy fuck.”

Steve laughs, “Settle down? Nancy? No, she’d hate that. She has all these big dreams, and she’s not exactly bad with kids but I don’t think she really likes them either.”

He looks down at Abby, strokes her soft little cheek. “No, if anything I was too boring for her, not the other way around.”

“You’re not boring, Steve,” Robin protests. “Wanting to settle down and have kids doesn’t make you boring.”

“What about you, then?” Steve asks, and it should be a simple question except Robin looks like she’s going to throw up again.

“Um, well, I don’t know,” she says, eyes fixed on the toilet roll. “I guess it sounds nice, but…”

She takes a deep breath.

“Do you remember… what I said about Mrs Click’s class?”

Steve nods slowly, “Yeah, you said you were obsessed with me because of my bagel crumbs, or something.”

“It wasn’t your stupid bagel crumbs,” Robin rolls her eyes, “it was because she wouldn’t stop staring at you. It was like she was half in love with you, bagel crumbs and all, even though you couldn’t more clearly be gone on Nancy Wheeler. She’d spend the whole class staring and sighing and I wanted her to look at me. Just once.”

“…Mrs Click?” he asks, because the blue drug might be mostly gone but his thoughts were soupy even before that.

Robin sighs.

“Tammy Thompson,” she says emphatically.

Steve thinks on this for a moment. He’d thought Robin was confessing to him earlier, back in the bunker, but apparently not because she was actually talking about a girl. But then, it still sounds..? Oh. Oh. Okay.

Well, he kind of feels like he’ll die without her at this point, so it’s not like he’s going to reject her for something he doesn’t really care about in the first place. Robin’s Robin, she matters more to him than who she does or doesn’t want to kiss. Besides, maybe if they aren’t dating then she can’t break his heart.

“Doesn’t she want to be a singer?” he asks dubiously, instead of trying to say any of that out loud. “That’s like the opposite of settling down. And she isn’t even good at it anyway.”

Robin’s jaw drops.

“Yes she is!” she protests.

“No, I’m serious,” Steve laughs, “she sounds like a muppet! We should get her to sing educational songs to Abby.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts singing through all the Sesame Street songs he remembers, except he doesn’t get far because he keeps laughing. Robin’s laughing with him, giddy with relief, and Steve feels his heart swelling into his throat again.

#stobin confession scene my beloved #placing the chekhov’s gun titled ‘settling down’ very gently on the floor to be fired later #don’t worry about it (yet) #oughh I want to continue but I need to refresh my memory of the s3 finale first #<— genius who gave itself homework 👍 nice going #stobin mandalorian au #the greatest qpr hawkins has ever seen #envy writes #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stobin fanfic

[seariii]

Wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife babygirl wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife love wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife princess wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife honey wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife wife

#im gonna kiss the mental break down out of her #i love women... #hecho con amor #wife <3 #im not ready to wake up yet tho... nor to face the consequences of that message.... #i wanna hug Kotoko.... gently hold her in my arms while we lay down on our bed. ill run my fingers through her hair and place little kisses #on her head 'its going to be okay. im here with you' i whisper softly 'you arent alone. you did what you could' #i just wanna hug her so gently and give her the soft treatment she deserves... #heh .... im now imagining the full fledged scene... at the very end of it just a soft #'thank you for trusting me. i know it wasn't easy. im proud of you for trying' #because she would be so hesitant to say anything...barely able to show herself like thst in front of anyone..m she truly is making an effort #heh and after s couple seconds of silence after that thank you i can see her hugging slightly tighter #burying her face on my chest/neck area and sighing 'i dont like this' as in being emotionally vulnerable #'thank you for doing it still' i would whisper back to her softly #lets see if i can still sleep for a bit more

[fisheito]

OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........

WAIT.

✨C l o a c a C r e w✨

#is there a way to turn someone's tags into regular text or must i continue turning words into jpgs like a savage? #blade walks into the bathroom too and goes “oh?? u talking about the stall??” #“it's great! my voice bounces around while i'm in there so singing is super fun. here lemme show u” #cut to scene where it's blade crowding eiden/yakumo/rei into one stall and making them sing to test the bathroom acoustics #blade wears a hard hat while swimming in the shark tank #does it make sense? no. but blade does not want to be left out of the hat game. safety first! #did i go down another abyss of articles about owl and shark anatomy to confirm cloacas before i drew this? yes. #the tags tho #olivine (ever the caring coworker) tries to stop edmond from gorging on sugary carrots but edmond will outrun him #or stuff his face so fast that olivine cannot stop him #several hours later u just find edmond curled up on the ground in the rabbit pen #bc of tummy ache. #he is under a mountain of fluffy potatoes (bunnies) trying to comfort him #olivine knew this would happen so he's out there gently extracting edmond from the pile and coaxing him to rest properly #i wonder what the staff room fridge looks like. #WHO PUT AN ENTIRE KING SALMON ON TOP OF MY SALAD #anyway. they can probably eat relatively normal humanish food. #or maybe that fridge is just a decoy fridge (and a place for edmond's full 3 heads of lettuce) #and the real lunch fridge is in the back with all the “animal food storage” #u open it up and it's just a pixellated blur of gore #blame all the carnivores working here. they demand fresh meat. #zookeeper au #yakumo #eiden #rei #blade #edmond #olivine

[getallemeralds]

hey if you like the idea of let's plays as a storytelling medium and also enjoy weird scp-ish horror you should check out teequeue's LP of lobotomy corporation it's really good ok bye

#leo chirps #leodoodles #lobcorp #i dont know the fandom tags so i am placing this down gently and watching it sail away #anyway i think bishop should get to punch people more often #shoutouts to solar for listening to me yell abt bishop and talow in their dms :')

[dylanconrique]

the next time chenford kiss it's going to be as themselves... tim and lucy. not jake and sava. i'm — 🥺🥺💕

#*and this is icarly! #the rookie #the rookie s5 #the rookie spoilers #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #if it's not the softest most tender kiss of the century !!!!!! #if tim doesn't slowly approach lucy and hold her face in his hands before leaning down to gently place his lips on hers !!!!!!!!!!!! #what will i do??? 😰😰 #WHAT WILL I DO???? 😫😫😫😫😫

[saltycharacters]

Watched Nimona recently and although it was a fairly enjoyable film and I would still recommend a watch. I got a bunch of thoughts about its ending and themes and how despite it trying to build itself up as this cool queer anticop story it fails to stick the landing and instead suffers from Treasure Planet syndrome. I've decided to ramble it out under the keep reading link so spoilers for Nimona starts there

So this movie is built upon a "knight system" which is established to be an obvious cop parallel, where the knights are essentially the police of this world. The allegory doesn't stop at the job description however, as the movie takes a bold move and introduces this system as very corrupt early on; from the main character being framed by a high-ranking, police-adjacent authority, to revealing that the entire system was built on false hatred and intolerance, to Nimona outright stating that it doesn't end at the true perpetrator, but that "the WHOLE system is corrupt". Time and time again we are given proof of how the knights, whether purposefully or not, hurt, indoctrinate, and brainwash the innocent. This is a great message, and they did an excellent job of carrying it throughout the runtime until doing a sudden 180 at the end. Not only do we see the cop system still in place, with knights in universe portrayed clearly on screen, but they're painted as good with a member playing soccer with a child. They tried to reject corruption by denouncing their founder, yet they still intend to perpetuate the job built to maintain her ideals from the ground up.

Despite attempting to dive into more meaningful territory with a daring dive into a serious modern problem, the ending they gave us was palatable and conveniently perfect in a way that satisfies everyone on a shallow level, which only works with a message that's equally shallow and inoffensive. This sort of trying to have cake and eat it too conclusion is what I refer to when saying Treasure Planet syndrome, as watching the movie gave me deja vu for the same faults- because, while Treasure Planet attempts to weave a unique and subversive narrative that touches upon deeper subjects which would lead up to an unconventional yet impactful end, what they finished with was jarringly standard hogwash where they attempted to tie lose ends in a conventionally pretty, corporate-ceo approved bow. For example, one of if not the main plot of the movie was Jim Hawkins addressing his trauma regarding an absent father that abandoned him and his mom at an early age, finding a better father figure in John Silver and gradually healing from his past with a better role model. Yet at the end, the cycle repeats itself as John ends up leaving (just like Jim's father) with narry a negative emotion from Jim. Jim then goes to cop academy where, despite his journey being about rejecting societal expectations and gaining self-improvement and growth through his own means, he becomes an A-Plus goody-two shoes cop loving poster boy in no time. The syndrome also hits particularly hard with Captain Amelia and Doctor Doppler, where despite their relationship being a man and woman, it still openly rejects heteronormativity with natural romantic progression (no love at first site bullshit) that involves Amelia being way more masculine and competent than Doppler and him being the well meaning yet gullible scientist. Even the way they flirt is subversive, with Amelia calling Doppler's eyes beautiful (a traditionally feminine descriptor) rather than the instigation being made by the man. Yet at the end, heteronormativity hits as Doppler is shown suddenly more assertive and masculine as he dips Amelia in a dance, not to mention their children fall into the trop of the girls looking exactly like the mother and the boy looking exactly like the father (Also. they put a bunch of makeup on the baby girls????). In short, Treasure Planet Syndrome is writing a subversive plot/story that ends abruptly in a palatable perfect way that sacrifices both natural progression and its messages in an effort to create a more appealing happy end. A movie that I think actually LANDED its subversive storyline was Strange World, where it successfully carried through with it's deeper narrative and provided a slightly uncomfortable yet incredibly understandable and meaningful ending.

One last thing before I stop my ramble- the queer rep in Nimona is pretty bad. I mean don't get me wrong, the main character (who is canonically mlm) is fine and I'm always happy to see upfront representation in my media, but the man he was saddle with as his boyfriend treats him terribly throughout most of the movie, to the point where I was genuinely shocked seeing them together at the end. His boyfriend is this nepotism golden child who's beloved by everyone and so neck deep in the corrupt system that he: slices off the mc's arm (just says a vague sorry later), spends most of the movie refusing to trust or believe him, spends most of the movie trying to hunt him down and arrest him, easily succumbs to peer pressure when it comes down to hurting him, prefers to stay loyal to the system rather than his bf, barely questions the situation, and refuses to listen to his bf provide him with explanations or answers. Even the MC recognizes how much he hurt him, because he ends up outright BREAKING UP WITH HIM and begging him to leave him alone, only to get back with him at the end like nothing ever happened. I want a happy ending for canon queer couples as much as the next guy, but if they wanted a happy end, why did the write the love interest to be so awful? They could've made him question the motives of his superiors and the entire situation more, he could've gone out of his way to seek out an explanation before forming his own conclusion, he could've made more attempts to break the rules for harm reduction, to try and understand what happened, hell to try and TALK to the MC- it's really baffling how they tried to paint this as true love when what should've happened is the MC getting a better spouse. I see this as an extension of Treasure Planet syndrome and trying to have and eat cake at the same time mentality, to say I wasn't surprised when I discovered this movie was written by the people behind modern She-Ra would be an understatement.

#I think I rambled out everything i wanted to say but. man #and i know im gonna get some smartass trying to argue that queer relationships dont have to be pure and perfect but like #dont we deserve better than to have a majority of our portrayals be toxic and shitty #in terms of treasure planet syndrome too. I would describe it as like #going down a fast and fun waterslide that you know will end in cold water up your nose but youre still looking forward to it #when suddenly a giant pillow is placed in your way to stop you abruptly #and then youre gently pushed down a branching slide that plops you into the kiddy pool #idk. does any of this make sense #nimona #nimona spoilers #they wanted to make something deep yet last minute decided they wanted to make the ending shallow yknow #also there was someone who argued no one knew the knight system was corrupt. ignorance does not absolve the harm they did

[unsurebisexualcore]

there isn’t a single thought in his brain rn

and I appreciate that

#askies #kenzie tag #lookit him #hes just a silly little guy #god I would protect him with my life #the human incarnation of :D #and then place him back down gently on the table #I’m literally about to start crying from how happy he looks here #mike wheeler #byler

[allylikethecat]

Matty and George number 14!! This is such a cool idea

Yay! Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope this is what you were looking for, and if it isn't that you still enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it- it was a nice break from working on my many WIPs. Let me know what you think!

❤️Ally

Kiss ... casually

Matty looked down at his notes app, frowning when he realized the only thing written was “cheese.” He knew, rationally, that he needed more groceries than just cheese. He had been on tour for the last six months and even before that his pantry had been embarrassingly sparse. He hadn’t even specified what kind of cheese. Was he looking for a block of cheese? Grated cheese? Those cheese sticks he had discovered in America and become absolutely obsessed with? Matty at two am when he decided he was going to be an adult and make a shopping list had not specified. The Matty of today knew that if it had been important enough for him, stoned and jet lagged, so tired he couldn’t even dream of falling asleep, to write down, the sole item on his shopping list, it was clearly important that he got the right kind. He didn’t want to light up tonight and then be hit with a wave of crushing devastation about not having the right kind of cheese. 

He sighed. He would revisit the cheese. He tried to remember if he had toilet paper. He knew he at least had the one roll. It had been extremely comforting to take a shit in his own bathroom before he attempted to go to sleep the night before, he had missed his two ply after months on the road, staying in hotels and shitting in concert venues. It was so nice to be surrounded by his soothing, gray, stone walls, and the eucalyptus plant in the shower that he paid a woman to come water twice a week while he was gone. 

She was also supposed to feed his fish. The fish that were mysteriously missing from their tank when he returned, but Sheila had been putting up with him for years and he wasn’t about to ruin that relationship when he suddenly couldn’t even remember if he had actually bought fish for the tank in the entryway or just thought about it. He was pretty sure other than the guys, Sheila might be one of the few people in London that didn’t hate him. Unless she stole his fish.  Regardless, he needed to go buy more fish, or maybe the first batch of fish. He couldn’t remember, but his fish tank was empty and he needed to do something about it. If he remembered. If Sheila had stolen his fish he wondered why she didn’t just take the entire tank. He looked down at his notes app and added “Fish” to his list. 

He went to run his fingers through his curls, before remembering he was wearing a baseball hat. Fuck. He was still so tired, a bone deep weariness that would take days to overcome as he readjusted to his civilian life. It was probably for the best, they were greasy and in desperate need of a wash. He had been too exhausted, and too high, to do more than stand under the spray and admire his eucalyptus plant when he got home. His plant was thriving, no thanks to him, and the light aroma of the leaves made his chest feel nice as he breathed in the steam. He wondered if Sheila would know if he needed to buy toilet paper. He wondered if it was pathetic to text her. He should probably buy more just in case. He would use it eventually. He wished they hadn’t rearranged everything in the store while he was gone. He didn’t even know where to look for toilet paper anymore. 

“Well you look like you’re having a productive trip,” George said, glancing down at Matty’s empty basket when he slid up beside him and leaned down to press a casual kiss to the corner of his mouth. Matty let out a whine of frustration. They had decided to divide and conquer, and so far, Matty had not conquered anything. George’s basket was full though, overflowing with fresh produce, meat and even a bottle of Coca Cola that Matty wanted but was refusing to buy for himself since he was trying to drink less soda. It didn’t count when George brought it for him though. 

“I don’t know what kind of cheese I want,” he said, pathetically, glaring at the shelves as if they had personally offended him. 

George laughed, “well, considering you’re standing in the cereal aisle, I’m not sure how to help you.” 

“I was looking for toilet paper,” Matty said, he knew he was whining slightly, but George just chuckled. He could tell Matty was exhausted, his eyes red and swollen, his eye lids drifting shut then snapping open as if he was going to fall asleep on his feet in the cereal aisle in Tesco. 

“We actually used up everything you panic bought during the pandemic?” George asked, not addressing the fact that he was still in the wrong aisle. Matty groaned again, slamming his face into George’s chest in frustration. He had an entire, what was supposed to be a linen cabinet, closet full of toilet paper. His mother had sent him into a tizzy when the pandemic started, and he had panic bought more toilet paper than a single man could ever hope to go through on his own. Even when he and George got back together, they were on tour most of the year, and had barely made a dent in Matty’s stash.   

“I forgot about that,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the fabric of George’s tee shirt. George smirked and kissed the top of Matty’s head, sending a little shiver down Matty’s spine.

He loved how casual George was with his affection, how nonchalant he was, dropping little kisses to Matty’s body, little touches, fingers dragged lightly across his back or to brush his curls out of his eyes, reminding Matty that he was loved even when he was filled with self doubt and didn’t love himself. George was so confident, so casual with his affection, as if it was just something so normal to be sharing, to be sharing with Matty that he couldn’t help but think that maybe he wasn’t the worst.

“Why don’t we pay and head home,” George said, running a hand down Matty’s back. Matty wished he could feel the warmth of his hand through his blue Nike hoodie, but the fabric was too thick. “I think there’s a nap in our future.” 

“But the cheese,” Matty whined, mentally cursing two am Matty for not being more specific with his list. 

“I’ll go grab a few different options,” George said, “and will meet you by the check out.” 

“Fine,” Matty grumbled, stepping back so that George could press one last peck to his lips before turning down the aisle, off to the refrigeration section to get Matty cheese.

Matty grabbed a box of Frosties and added it to his empty basket, at least he was contributing something to the household, he thought with a yawn, dragging his feet down the aisle towards the self checkout. He was so tired his ankles hurt. He wondered if George would be up for stopping at Caffe Nero on the way home. He was in desperate need of a coffee. He glanced down at his phone, making sure there wasn’t anything else he was forgetting. He froze, blinking at the screen in confusion. What the fuck did he mean by Fish?

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #questions #answers #prompt fill #drabble #matty x george #matty x george rpf #the 1975 rpf #matty healy rpf #yes i am aware that you dont have an actual live full eucalyptus plant in your shower but rather a bunch of the branches #however matty doesnt know that #his housekeeper just keeps replacing it with a new one #she was not watering his plants #she was just replacing it with a new bunch right before he got home #up to you whether or not she killed or stole his fish #or whether he even had fish in the first place #matty is tired af #let me know what you think! be brutal unless you hated it and in which case let me down gently

[saturnsorbits]

One day I’m going to write an Ochako character piece where she gets sick of standing in Deku’s shadow and breaks off their relationship in order to find herself - only for the media to begin constantly linking her to other Hero’s in the hopes of causing/unearthing drama.

She loses herself, succumbs to the idea that she’ll only ever be as good as the males she’s attached to and sinks…

It’s funny, she thinks, for someone who can control gravity - she sure does feel heavy.

#I want her to make a badly timed pass at Bakugo - The media have already labelled her a home wrecker; #she might as well prove them right at this point. #She’s drunk and sinking and obviously in pain; but Bakugo let’s her down gently… #There’s a rough sympathy in his voice when he says: #‘The fuck you playing at Cheeks? I’m taken. The fuck do you want me for?’ #She hiccups; tears already beading her lashes: ‘You’re the number two.’ #‘The fucks that got to do with anything? You’re in the top fucking ten.’ #‘Doesn’t matter…’ She sighs. ‘Only matters who I’m fucking; doesn’t it.’ #‘Who the fuck put that kinda idea in your head? You’re an incredible Hero in your own right; anyone who can’t see that is fucking stupid.’ #She dissolved into tears then; blubbering about the media and womanhood and skin tight fucking suits… #By the time she’s done she’s dog tired and Bakugo swings her over his shoulders before taking her home - #- and tucking her into the bed in your spare room. #Of course you wake up when he slinks into bed; a hand scrubbing down his face as he relays the night. #‘It’s bullshit.’ He tells you. ‘She’s one of the strongest people I know.’ #‘I know.’ You nod and take his hand. ‘I think she just needs a friend right now…’ #She eats breakfast with you in the morning and apologises through mouthfuls of toast. You wave her off; ask if she’d like to get lunch - #you know a place. You say. #(There’s something here about women uplifting women and female bonds; but I’m too dumb to put it into words right now… #I just think she deserves more - as both a character and how she’s often treated within the fandom. #Idk. I love the women of MHA 🤷🏼‍♀️)

[spitblaze]

Just did a read through of a few travel banters from octopath 1 and I gotta say, the Therion and Alfyn banters are really fun.

Therion chapter 2: they talk about going to a tavern. Therion says that Alfyn will be paying.

Alfyn chapter 3: they talk about going to a tavern again. Alfyn says he wants to avoid getting drunk around Therion.

Therion chapter 3: They talk about going to a tavern again. Therion insists on paying for drinks this time.

Outside of the Tavern Saga, their other travel banters are about Alfyn giving a woman a drug-induced nightmare, Alfyn saying he's got Therion's back, and Therion saying "would you trust this friend of yours forever? No matter what? Even if he betrayed you?" And Alfyn just saying "yep"

THEY'RE GOOD DOGS BRENT!!! They have a really good dynamic! And you can even see the through line with their relationship growth. Like you know me I'm incapable of looking at these two and seeing anything besides a slow burn romance but if i take off my fuckin Queer Goggles for a half second it's still a very clear progression of Therion being like 'ugh cheery goodie two shoes wants to be friends. thats his problem' to these two having a genuine bond. Therion talking about trust with him, something that's very personal to him that he has a lot of issues with and he keeps very close to his chest. Alfyn being clear about having his back no matter what. They're close enough to be able to know they have each others backs, even after all Therion's been through and how long he's presumably been trying to keep everyone else at arm's length. All my shit aside, they're good friends! Canonically! Their relationship is interesting and fun to explore because they're so drastically different but mesh so well! Im love these two please feel free to talk to me about Alfyn and Therion in any context any time

#spitblaze says things #octopath #and off in Queer Interpretation and Heacanon Land alfyn is painstakingly breaking down therions walls. not with a hammer. gently. by hand #brick by singular brick and constantly testing and asking if its okay #he is not scared or frightened or upset by therions life. none of them are #ophilia has the excuse of knowing that Aeber earned his place in the heavens #but the two youd think would have real beef with it are tressa and alfyn #and uh. tressa does for sure lol she does not like that he steals. she still likes him as a person but hes like an annoying older brother #alfyn though. hes just surprised at how prolific therion is. despite being a small town bumpkin not much surprises him #and that surprises therion in turn #maybe he throws his barriers up higher than normal. warding off harder because he knows this kind of person. the 'i can fix them' kind #but alfyn isnt here to fix. he's here to help. he sees someone cool and interesting whos clearly hurting whether or not they wanna admit it #and therion cant fathom that kind of unconditional care and altruism aimed at someone like him #not yet anyway.

[tiredassmage]

what type of villain are you?

your honor, i do love a good uquiz diagnosing the diseases and problems of my fictional characters and also i might be slightly procrastinating a final paper. saw this one from @sasslett and simply could not resist :3 quiz link! for those who'd like.

swtor edition first!

tyr deckard - then let me be evil

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

alucren ellery - the betrayer

You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.

leo ashold - the coward

You didn't have another choice, honest! Have these people SEEN what the heroes are up against? It'd end you in an instant, whether that be a lovecraftian abomination with a hold on your soul, a rampaging monster that's destroying more than a hurricane and an earthquake could in one fell swoop, a shadow organization that has tabs on everyone you love and will end them in an instant, or just a particularly grumpy boss that might yell at you if you don't fall in with his excessively tyrannical methods, you can't go risking your neck for the poor saps that think they can stop it. No way, you're staying on the bad guy side, where it's SAFE.

rhyst delavast - for the greater good

Perhaps you do not believe what you are doing can truly be classified as evil. Perhaps some people will be hurt from the immediate consequences of your actions, but what the masses fail to see is the immense good that will come of your plans. Maybe you act in the name of science, or for your people who have fallen on great tragedy. Maybe you see cracks in a failing system and want to uproot it through chaotic, destructive means to avoid greater tragedy down the line. Maybe you're just in with a bad crowd, but you can't leave them, no matter how unsavory their intentions, because they're your only ticket to your ultimate goals. No matter what, your goals are noble, and you take no joy in wreaking havoc or hurting those in your way, but the evils you partake in are necessary. If you need to play the bad guy to ensure a better future, then you are willing to play that part.

savosta - no moral compass

You are cold, analytical, and you strive to be as objective as a person of flesh and blood can be. Either don't understand the concepts of good and evil, or you understand it perfectly and think it's a load of bull. Some may call you selfish, some may call you unfeeling, but you're just doing what you believe will yield the best results, plain and simple. Why bother with petty ideals of right or wrong when you can do what will actively help those you give a fuck about? Your goals may be selfish or noble or anything in between, but you will not let anyone make you feel like garbage for going after them. You couldn't care less about what people brand you as. You just care about getting shit done by any means necessary.

#this quiz has some interesting thoughts lol #retested the agents just to be sure and bc alucren's vibes are frankly all over the place depending on the day #a diverse portfolio of blorbos! #tyr i love you. mr so good at presenting calm cool and collected but yea. yea it has a fair point #he'd burn it all down with enough goading. he could be convinced. he hides his self-sacrifice a little too damn well sometimes but #baby you're my darling angel roman candle etc etc #dot talk #ch: tyr #ch: alucren #ch: leo ashold #ch: rhystyl #ch: rhyst #ch: savosta #this uquiz coming right for leo's perceptions of himself i see #see initially alucren got savosta's results so i had to retest bc i was like no. no alucren's out for blood #knocking gently on him. sir remember. remember you chose overcome your limits so you could be a weapon against your enemies in ch2 #anyway tyr could still kick his ass in close quarters that's the funny part alucren is Not a close range combatant #but he is an actor! so. imperial boys make do i mean what #dot exit stage left before the tomatoes show up #anyway this was also a really fun excuse to go back into my screenshots folders and find some goodies

[howaboutcaptainwesker]

playing the re1 remake and watching chris be SO nice to his teammates in every cutscene 🥺

#subjectspeaks #making sure jill doesnt lag behind by keeping a hand on her while they run away from the pack of cerberus #gently placing his hand on richard's when he finds him injured #putting his hand on rebeccas shoulder to reassure her and and then moving it down so he can place it on richard's shoulder too #he is so sweet. hes so sweet im gonna throw up #chris #re1 remake #btw im clipping these so that i can perhaps make a compilation of #chris putting his paws on everyone he cares about lol

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

MERIDIA FUCKING DROPPED ME

#I JUST DIED BC THE GAME FUCKED UP AND DIDNT PLACE ME DOWN GENTLY I JUST CRASHED INTO THE GROUND #RALOF SCREAMED RIGHT BEFORE THE LOADING SCREEN TOO MY POOR HUSBAND D;