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#just a *little* bit hypocritical of me tbh
fawnfictions · 14 days
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i know there’s a lot of this same prompt on this app but i love your writing and i would love to see it from you <33
OK!! Macaque and Wukong with a gender natural reader which simply LOVES their fur and gets really clingy on their tail and ear(s for macaque :3), treating them like a literal plushie
monkie plush!
— wukong & macaque, gn!reader
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i feel the need to personally apologise for how many months it took for me to post this <//3 i've been SO SLOW recently,, i can't guarantee i'll be getting any faster, either
heheuwudhhey!! none of u should worry about sending me an ask with a 'common' prompt—just because someone else has done it before, doesn't mean i won't want to write it!!! i like giving ppl my own opinion on these sorts of headcanons LOL
;; fluff, fluff, and more fluff!! (+mention of something more spicy, but nothing explicit)...
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WUKONG
- he RELISHES in any affection you give him, and he isn't afraid to show it.
- you'll come up behind him, embrace him while rubbing your face in his fur, and he will MELT.
- leans back into your arms, wrapping his tail around you to pull you even closer; and, if you're listening closely, you might hear quiet purring.
- honestly, he'll do the same to you — compared to monkey hair, human hair is VERY soft and feels very nice :3
- cuddles between you two are just constantly rubbing your faces in each others hair.
- i can also imagine that his tail would be sensitive, as most monkey's tails are...
- be careful, though, because certain areas of his tail are more sensitive than others — you may run into a situation you didn't mean to...
- ...ANYWAYS
- while i can imagine him being the big spoon a majority of the time, he could TOTALLY be a little spoon.
- he enjoys being able to hold YOU, since he likes feeling in control, and as if he's protecting you, but he'll happily sit back and let you cuddle him.
- play with his hair, twirl his tail, brush him...
- tbh, the other monkeys would probably join you a lot, interpreting it as a grooming session.
- me and the boys [monkeys], grooming each other on a sunday morning.
- he will complain, though, if you don't let him cuddle YOU sometimes.
- you two are almost sickening with the amount of PDA you show; cue MK pretending to puke in the background, but Wukong does have SOME decency, and will get a little embarrassed if you take it too far.
- if you're both out in public, chilling in Megapolis or something, and you start rubbing your face in his fur and cooing at him? he'll go red pretty quickly, and shyly respond with small affections in an attempt to sate your clinginess for now.
- this especially goes for being around people he feels the need to keep a reputation up with — like, the brotherhood, although most of them would laugh it off, they'll tease him for it at some point, or anyone from the celestial realm.
- he'll make it up to you later with plenty of cuddles, but for now? he's gotta look cool and tough in front of lil' old Nezha /j
MACAQUE
- hes touch starved as hell (we all know it).
- BUT he gets shy when it comes to affection, but he's hypocritical about it...
- constantly drapes himself over your shoulders, resting his head on top of your own when he gets the chance, etc etc.
- however, if you DARE even try to hug him, he's gonna get real nervous.
- doesn't know how to properly relax at your touch; he may not exactly move away from you, but he won't lean into it (at first).
- this especially goes for PDA – he loves you, but not now; he's gotta look cool and mysterious at all times.
- if you're with people that he lets his guard down around, he'll be a bit more playful with you.
- he notices you attempting to sneak behind him for a cuddle attack? next thing you know, theres a familiar cape-covered arm thrown over your shoulder, blocking your affection with his own with a teasing smile.
- he IS different when in private, though !!
- more willing to give in to your touches, but it is clear that he's unsure how to feel about it.
- after a while, though, i feel that he would learn to find a lot of comfort in your hands ?
- like, if he's had a rough day, he'll probably seek you out to be showered in affection,, in a way, it makes him feel very loved and worthy.
- he's such a little spoon too, i'm sorry LOL
- but he has his confident days, just ask and he'll be happy to be the one holding you instead.
- it took a while for him to be comfortable with normal affection, yeah? well, it's gonna take even LONGER for him to be comfortable with touching his ears, let alone losing the glamour on them.
- the day he lets his glamour down around you, is the day he's decided that you're stuck with him forever, sorry to break it to you...
- his ears are VERY sensitive, so please be careful, he's very cautious with you touching them.
- but he'll never admit how nice it feels for you to massages his ears, especially with how much stress they give him from the loud noises in the city (not that you can't tell, he's practically melted into your lap and would ABSOLUTELY be purring if he could).
- overall, it takes time, and he won't ever be fully comfortable with PDA, but he's a big softie in private <3
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imajinxnation · 1 month
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Hi! I wanted to tell that John Constantine has such sad tired but beautiful eyes. and the way how he smokes is something special. Can you please write how he would react if he saw that the reader was smoking.
Smokey
John Constantine(2005) x Reader
SUMMARY // We all know John is a really bad chainsmoker, but he never knew you smoked too!
TW // Smoking(no shit), fluff, cussing..
Tbh I love this cause, imma be honest with ya'll, I smoke, mostly when I'm stressed, but still.. and I know everyone is gonna be on my ass for that, but I could be doing a lot worse shit than smoking, so be glad it's just that!
Thank you, I have been having writers block for days and you just FIXED IT!!!!
ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST
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Me and Constantine have been dating for 2 years now, and during that time, I have witnessed an insane amount of people reprimand him for smoking like he does, and a lot of disgusted looks glanced his way after he pulls out cig after cig like they're candy.
He ignores these people and really doesn't give a fuck about what others say about his life choices. His life, his choice.. and who am I to tell him what he can and cannot do?
Especially when I smoke too.. bit hypocritical if I tell him to stop smoking while I take a puff or who, right?
Another thing I've noticed in our relationship is how he tries to keep from smoking in front of me and goes out on the balcony at our apartment to do it, or faces the opposite way as not to accidentally blow his smoke in my face.
I brung it up to him once, but he just brushed me off, saying he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.. How typical of him to not admit he cares about my health..
So far, he has never witnessed me smoke, and, because I buy the same brand as him, he doesn't think of it when he finds an extra pack on the counter every now and then, thinking I bought them for him.. Which results in him stealing my fuckin' smokes without even realizing it.
Usually, I have a smoke first thing in the morning when John is still asleep, and then maybe another at work, but that's all, so it's easy to see why he didn't know about our shared habit.. Until today.
It's an early Sunday morning and the streets are nearly bare due to it being a weekend, and for some, a day to relax and go to Church.
I'm out on the balcony, taking my morning smoke when I hear John rustling in bed, probably just tossing and turning like usual. I take a long drag from my cig and feel the white-ish gray smoke run through my lungs before blowing it out of my mouth with a sigh, some of it escaping from my nose instead.
"Baby.. what are you doing on the balcony this early..?" I hear John's deep groggy, huskey (~sexy~) morning voice ask from behind me.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and finally sees me clearly, looking at him, cigarette in hand, a little smoke still coming down and out my nose. He squints at me, tired and confused.
"Since when do you smoke..?" He asks, confused as fuck.
"Since I was old enough to do it without getting in trouble with the cops.." I say nonchalantly and flick some ash from my cigarette into the ash tray on the thin metal railing.
"Huh.. How am I just finding this out now?" John asks, clearly confused at how he has been dating me for 2 years and never knew 'till now.
"One; you sleep like a boulder, I do this every morning, and two; I don't use 20 packs a day like someone," I tease, smirking slightly.
He scoffs playfully, "Okay, well, I don't smoke 20 packs a day.. just 15. And also; are you fucking kidding me? I did all that shit so you wouldn't inhale my smoke only to find out it doesn't even matter cause you inhale your own!?"
"HA! So you admit that you did do all that because you care!" A shit eating grin crosses my face.
Constantine pauses for a minute and then lets out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't let it go, no matter what. Then a thought struck him.
"Fucking Christ.. The new packs of cigs! Those were yours weren't they!?"
I laugh at his reaction once he figures out he's been stealing my cigarettes.
"Don't even worry bout it, we smoke the same brand, so I steal yours sometimes too," I confess, a grin on my face as I take another drag before putting out what remains of the roll, pressing it down into the ash tray.
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cloudraker · 2 years
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Hello :) I saw that requests are open so may I have romantic headcanons TFP Ratchet, Optimus prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Ultra Magnus with a female human s/o who is extremely intelligent, 'cause they work in the military as a mission coordinator who carefully plans ideas and strategies towards enemies, and sometimes when the kids have homework and they have a certain misunderstanding in a certain lesson, they ask s/o to help them with it and s/o is more than happy to help. (Hope this wasn't too detailed lol)
No worries, this isn't too detailed at all! The more the better tbh, gives me more to work with :D
Ratchet, Optimus, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Ultra Magnus with a military S/o
Under the cut :)
Ratchet
Swears up and down you're a gift from whatever god is out there listening
He admires your work ethic; while most of the bots (and humans) he works with are usually pretty good about doing what they need to do on time, it's always nice to have somebody on top of things around
Your personality was what drew him in. He's old and he's tired and having somebody that wasn't seconds away from Starting Yet Another Incident was honestly the best way to get in his good books
Though he spends most of his time at base, he's still got plenty to do and can't always help the kids with any homework they have. The first time he caught you helping them was after he had already shooed them off himself, having too much work to do to be of any actual use. Knowing that you were there when he couldn't be was a small comfort that he'd be a bit embarrassed to admit
Ever the hypocrite, he'll chastise you if he thinks you're overworking yourself. Take the opportunity to rope him into resting as well, he needs it more than he probably knows
Optimus
Like Ratchet, he thinks your work ethic is admirable. As a former archivist, he's picked up some of his own tips and habits for staying on task for longer period of time, and is happy to share them with you
Your willingness to step in and help the children with their homework never fails to make him feel warm inside. To see such a simple act of kindness shouldn't make him so sentimental, but being at war for so long he's had to learn to enjoy the little things
Does his best to take any ideas you have regarding missions into consideration; he values your input greatly and makes it known as often as he can
Depending on if you do field work or not, he might offer (insist) on accompanying you to do your work. It’s a way for the two of you to spend time together as well as be productive
Arcee
Girlbosses at work
As somebody who’s dedicated to the cause, she absolutely understands where you’re coming from. She’s probably one of the most understanding when work things come up and you’re not able to spend as much time together as you’d like
Like Optimus, she might insist on joining you when you’re doing field work, or she might invite you along when she does patrols
You helping with the kids is something that she takes seriously. Jack is her partner, and she wants what’s best for him. Even when she can’t be there or she doesn’t know enough about a particular subject to be much help with school work, she’s relieved he has you to fall back on
As both a fighter and a scout, she picks up quite a bit of intel when she’s out and about. While she doesn’t report directly to you, she does end up giving you a secondary report if the one you get from your superiors doesn’t have all the information
Is adamant on teaching you some form of hand to hand combat; she knows you’re a military operative and you can handle yourself, but she still worries
Bumblebee
Honestly isn’t a huge fan of the amount of paperwork you have to do. He knows it’s necessary, but there’s just sooooo much
Like Arcee, he’s both a scout and a fighter and he also picks up a lot of intel. When making reports or filling in the others in what’s happened, he tries to wait until you’re in the room so you can hear it first hand as well
I feel like he didn’t have a lot of time to get a proper education back in Cybertron (or at least as much as he’d have liked), and isn’t the greatest help when it comes to homework. He really enjoys listening in when you’re helping the kids though! He’s curious and enjoys learning, and the fact that it’s you doing the teaching makes it all the better
Because of how much you know, it’s not uncommon for him to ask questions about seemingly random topics. It could be about something he saw on tv or something he heard somebody else talking about and he is absolutely not using it as an excuse to hear you talk, whatever do you mean?
Might try and recommend you some strategy games that the two of you can play together, seeing it as both a way for you to play together and stay sharp
Ultra Magnus
Power couple if there ever was one
Work ethic is something he views as incredibly important, and when you prove yourself over and over again by being punctual and doing good work, he might as well be head over heels
Admittedly, the idea of being in a relationship during wartime (with an organic, no less) isn’t an idea he ever entertained. However, sometimes exceptions can be made in the form of somebody who understand the importance of getting their reports in on time
As a commander, he’s almost always present when briefings and planning meetings are happening. He’s not afraid to point out any flaws he sees in your plans, and appreciates that you take the criticism in stride and into consideration for next time
Reports sometimes get sent to the both of you depending on the nature of them, and he’s not above reading them with you and considering it a date
The fact that you’re able to juggle your responsibilities as a coordinator and still have time to properly help others with their own work is just the cherry on top
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bella-rose29 · 5 months
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Reminders of her - George Karim x gn!reader
requested by anon: George Karim x reader (established relationship) where one of the Visitors they have to seal is the reader’s dead mom or sister or father (whichever you want)
I am so so sorry that this has taken me forever to write, I have been swamped with assignments and work and then a period of no imagination whatsoever, so I'm very sorry about that anon! I also had no clue how to end it so sorry about that too
I tried to make this gn (since no gender was specified), but there may be a slip up or two so I'm sorry if there is <3
Hopefully this is roughly what you wanted anon!
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: mentions of character death (reader's mother) and dealing with grief, mentions of cancer (non-specific, but it's not aggressive).
Tag list: idk who wants to be tagged for George tbh (let me know if you do!) <3
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The inhabitants of 35 Portland Row were all relaxing in their various rooms when the doorbell sounded, startling everyone.
Lockwood hurried to the door, trying his best to not look too disgruntled in front of a possible client, but when he pulled the door open to see Y/n he gave up trying to rub the tea stain off the bottom of his shirt.
"Oh, hi. Everything alright?" They didn't say anything, head dipped so that Lockwood couldn't see their face, but when he heard the slight sniffles coming from Y/n he ushered them inside, immediately calling for George. Lockwood wasn't the best at dealing with people crying, and he'd had to learn for his job, but given Y/n was George's partner he figured he had a free pass this time. The boy in question came thundering down the stairs barely a minute later, pulling his jeans all the way up as he did so and fastening his belt before bringing Y/n into a crushing hug. Lucy appeared at the top of the stairs, peering at the scene in front of her, and when she saw her best friend crying she hurried into the kitchen to start making tea. Lockwood was left to stand awkwardly to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets while George comforted his partner.
"What's wrong, Y/n/n?" George asked, pulling back slightly to wipe away their tears. They sniffled a little bit, small sobs still breaking through as their chest heaved, trying to get the words out.
"It's- it's my mum," they broke off into tears again, hiding their face in George's t-shirt. "She- she's, uh... I need your help," they finished in a whisper, turning to look at Lockwood, and suddenly everything made sense.
"Where is she?" Lockwood asked softly, making eye contact with George. The two boys led Y/n into the kitchen, sitting them down at the table and providing a plate of biscuits (George was a compete hypocrite about the biscuit rule when it came to his partner). Lucy brought over a cup of tea, placing it down in front of Y/n with a small smile.
"Sort of just... everywhere. In the whole house. I don't know why she's only just turning up now, she's been dead for eight months."
"It doesn't always make sense," George said, pushing his glasses up. "We can come over tonight if you like, right Lockwood?"
The company head nodded, sympathetic smile on his face when Y/n looked his way, and Lucy murmured her agreement.
"That's decided then. We'll come over tonight and try and put her to rest completely, yeah?" Lockwood declared, and Y/n nodded, wiping the last of their tears away.
"Yeah, alright. Thank you."
~~~
That night, just before sunset, the four of them headed over to Y/n's house (the members of Lockwood and Co had refused to let them go back, insisting that they stayed until they were properly cheered up), kit bags slung over shoulders and rapiers at their hips. Y/n went without, having barely any Talent, clutching the silver rod that George had gifted them as a defence. Lucy and Lockwood strode ahead, George hanging back with Y/n as they dawdled.
"You alright?"
"I don't really know. I mean, she died of cancer, so that shouldn't really mean that she comes back as a Visitor, right? She died in her sleep, peacefully, and spent her last couple of months seemingly happy."
George was quiet for a while, debating what to say. He often had a habit of putting his foot in it, being the socially awkward person that he was, and dating Y/n had meant that he'd found himself thinking before he spoke much more. At first, he'd barely spoken to them when it was just the two of them, being too scared that he'd say something wrong and never see them again, but when they'd admitted that his blunt attitude was one of the things they most adored about him, he'd opened up more. Still, in situations like this a little thinking was required, especially since his partner's dead mother coming back as a ghost was the topic of conversation.
"Generally, Visitors seem to come back for unfinished business. Maybe she just wants to say good bye?"
"She had months for that though." Y/n was worrying their bottom lip in their teeth, a habit that had become more frequent since their mother's death.
"I really don't know, Y/n/n. Once we're there, though, I'm sure I will," he said, offering a small smile as they turned down their street. Y/n tried a smile of their own, but the worry was still there, growing with every step closer to their house the agents got.
"Come on you two, we're losing time!" Lockwood called, and George rolled his eyes.
"Ignore him. Those two can do without us for a bit if they need to. You alright? You're looking a bit pale."
"I- I'm fine, Georgie. I'm just... not really looking forward to this."
"I get it. Hey," he called, brushing his hand against Y/n's. "We'll sort it, yeah?" He linked their hands, and Y/n smiled properly, the action lighting up their face.
"Yeah. Thank you, George," they replied earnestly, planting a kiss on his cheek.
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Y/n was worried.
It had been an hour since Lockwood, Lucy and George had set up, and while Y/n stayed in the kitchen, surrounded by the defences and armed with the silver that George had handed over earlier ("Just in case," he'd said, no hint of humour in his expression), the three agents had been eerily silent. They'd heard the creak of an occasional floorboard, and a whisper of voices from the living, but aside from that anybody observing the situation would think that Y/n was alone in the house.
They had zoned out a few minutes ago, getting bored of standing and waiting with nothing to do, when suddenly a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Mum?"
Their voice was shaking, damn it. Y/n had promised that they wouldn't get too scared, but the possibility of seeing their mother (and the further chance that their mother would try and attack them) was terrifying.
The figure crept closer, glowing faintly, and Y/n held their breath. It stopped just inside the doorway, and distantly Y/n heard themselves calling for George. Everything else was a haze. Time seemed to stop as the two of them observed each other, and while Y/n could feel a chill creeping up, the warmth they felt at seeing their mother's face again made it seem insubstantial. The trance was broken when Y/n was shoved to the floor, George landing on top as Lockwood and Lucy fought back against the now violent ghost of Y/n's mother.
"Are you alright? Y/n? Y/N?"
"Stop shouting! I'm fine," they huffed, unsure why George seemed so panicked.
"You were very nearly permanently ghost-locked, idiot!" Y/n's eyes widened.
"W-what? But I was fine! I didn't- I didn't think I was there for that long, was I?"
"Maybe, maybe not, but when we came in you were glazing over. I tried calling out to you but you weren't responding."
"Oh, so that's why you rugby tackled me to the floor." George leapt into action again at that, pushing up and offering a hand out to Y/n. Lockwood and Lucy had found the Source, and now the agency head stood with a small object wrapped in a silver net. "Is that... is that her?" Lockwood nodded.
"A comb, of all things. Luce says it was her favourite?"
"The one with the fake pearls in it?" Y/n asked, unable to tear their eyes off of the object.
"Yeah, looked like it. She um, she showed me something else," Lucy spoke, a little tentative. Y/n gestured for Lucy to continue, and the girl lead the two of them upstairs to their parents' bedroom. "There was a moment when she uh, she pointed to this drawer. There was a letter inside, addressed to you. I think she wrote it for you, and wanted you to have it. Did you know about it?"
Y/n shook their head. "No. I had no idea." Carefully they opened the drawer and lifted out the envelope inside, trying desperately to hold back the tears at seeing their mother's handwriting.
"Do you... do you wanna read it now? Because I can give you some space if you do," Lucy asked gently, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder.
"Please, thanks Lucy." The girl wrapped them in a hug, tight and crushing, and when she pulled away she wiped the tears off of Y/n's cheeks.
"We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, alright?" Y/n nodded, sitting down on the bed when Lucy had shut the door behind her with a soft click and opening the letter.
~~~
A short while later a knock sounded on the door, and George's messy curls poked in, followed by the rest of his body. "Hey, how are you doing?" He came over and sat down next to them, placing an arm around their shoulders and bringing them in for a slightly awkward hug.
"I'm okay. I think," Y/n frowned.
"What... what did the letter say?"
"Just about how much she loves me, and how proud she is of me. It's funny, it doesn't feel like she's gone a lot of the time, but every now and then I'll see something that makes me think of her and I just... I have to stop myself from breaking down." They paused for a moment. "The paper smells like her. It's nice to have this, as a reminder of her."
George didn't say anything, instead just stroking their back, and they were glad for the comfort. He might have a tendency to say the wrong thing sometimes, or accidentally offend people, but George was a damn good partner, and Y/n was glad that he was there to help them.
The two of them headed downstairs a few minutes later, finding Lockwood and Lucy arguing about what the best kind of biscuit was over cups of freshly made tea. George joined the argument, gesturing wildly as he fought for his biscuit of choice, and Y/n could only chuckle slightly at their partner's antics. They gladly accepted the mug of tea that Lucy pushed their way, and smiled at the three agents gathered in their kitchen.
Their mother might be gone, leaving a hole in Y/n's heart, but these three people in front of them were just what was needed to fill it.
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squishyimps · 4 months
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Tack tkl headcanons becuz I have nothing better to do
Lee
- He’s a very flustered and giggly lee
-He almost ALWAYS hides his face in his hands or under his hat
-He squeals. No questions asked.
-If he laughs too much, he snorts a bit (my irl friend gave me that idea)
-Oh, he’s so ticklish it’s not even funny
-literally a WALKING tickle spot
-He doesn’t try much to fight back since he doesn’t really believe in revenge in others
-But he will not hesitate to tickle you to pieces if needed
-He’ll fall for those tease tricks SO easily
Example: “AHAHAHA- D-DOHOHOHON’T!” “Don’t what?” “TIHICKLE MEHEHEHE!!” “Tickle you? If you say so, dear!” “WAIT NOHOHOHOHO-!”
-He’ll try curling up in a ball to protect himself
-Raspberries are his mortal enemy
-Like bro- blow one on his neck or stomach and he’s spiritually high-fiving God
-He’ll kick his legs a bit if he’s not pinned
-VERY ticklish on his palms
-Absolutely despises anticipation IT GETS HIM SO FLUSTERED LIKE AAAAAA
-Has a pretty ticklish neck like- if you shove your fingers in the crook of it he’ll scrunch up and try pushing at your hands
Ler
-He’s literally the gentlest ler you’d ever meet
-He’s the type of ler that’ll use cheer up tickles just to see you smile
-He’ll say he wants a hug, but you’ve been played like a fiddle
-The ler that’s prone to giving little kisses on your neck or jawline if it gets you to squeak
-If the lee he’s tickling snorts, squeals, or makes any noise while laughing that he finds remotely adorable, he’s teasing you like a mother fucker about it
-If you have ticklish sides, expect to get poked on them like a piano
-He tries teasing, but just ends up flustering himself
-He uses his height to his full advantage
-Rarely ever a ler tbh
-He uses teases like along the lines of; “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish, you liar!” “Did I hit a sweet spot or are you naturally that giggly?” “Your laugh is adorable! I don’t see why you’re trying to cover it”
-Just flustered myself there a little😅
-He’s SO hypocritical when it comes to raspberries, he hates when you do it to him but then he’ll do it to you just to be an ass
-He gives very soft aftercare
-He’s a fuckin angel I can’t rn😭
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toomuchracket · 7 months
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omg d word matty coming back from like an event to urs (maybe a bit after the angst/age gap sitch) and he’s a bit drunk tbh and he’s just mumbling about how he’s so scared of fucking it up with u. like he’s still lowkey worried he’s messed it up completely after pulling the whole ghosting u thing and ur just there reassuring him for the millionth time n running ur hands thru his hair whilst he sits between ur legs like a sad lil puppy lols (I’m a sucker for post angst comfort frrrr)
ok, you're actually dating at this point - not quite at the l word stage, but you've done weekends away together and you have drawers and wardrobe space for your clothes/a set of toiletries and skincare and a toothbrush in each other's houses... basically, it's getting serious. and, crucially, you're both really fucking happy! anyway, matty gets an invite for a london fashion week event one friday night, him and george going to some dinner then menswear collection show and drinks reception thing afterward, and he's popped into the office on his way just to say hi to you before you go home for the night (and to get an ego boost from you telling him how hot he looks lol). you fix his tie for him, and matty's a bit mopey like "wish you were coming with me, babe. far less fun without you"; you kiss him softly like "nahhhh, go out and have some fun, it'll be good. and if you wanna pop round to mine after it, feel free - i'm in the whole night, so just show up whenever you're done, and you can tell me all about it". he smiles, agrees, then kisses you goodbye and dashes off because he's running late lol. and like, fair enough, the dinner is nice and the show is good and it's lovely to spend time with george and catch up with some people he hasn't seen in ages, but the whole time matty keeps thinking about how he's out on a friday night while you're at home, which makes him think about the angsty moment/almost breakup he instigated a few months ago, and all of a sudden he's wracked with guilt over how he treated you that weekend and starting to panic about the fact he's out and you're not and going into a little spiral about potentially being a hypocrite and fucking up your relationship again (which is the last thing he wants to do). he stays at the afterparty for an hour before the need to see you becomes unbearable, but drinks as if he was there for double that time - when you open your door, wet-haired and wearing his grey santa cruz hoodie and smiling when you see him, matty's tipsy and a little bit melancholy. you usher him in and give him a hug, which he reciprocates with a "missed you, sweetheart. how's your evening been?", and you're like "it's been nice, actually. had a bit of a pamper, opened some wine, watched the west wing. nowhere near as fun as your night, i'm sure lol. was it good?"; matty smiles and says "was ok. clothes were good. food was nice. but your night sounds better. you cool if i crash it, baby?", and you're like "mhmm. go get changed and i'll get us some wine", and matty obliges. when he heads back into your living room, you open your arms and he slots between them on the couch, and the two of you watch josh and donna banter for a bit before matty speaks - he's like "baby, we're ok, right?", looking up at you, and you're like "i think so. why? am i doing something wrong?", a little bit nervy. matty kisses your hand like "no, no, darling, i just...", and he pauses before quietly continuing "i'm just worried that i am, s'all. fucked up big-time when i ghosted you and tried to end it a few months back, and i'm just scared, i guess, that i'll fuck it again somehow. wanna be good for you, be enough. nah, actually, not enough - wanna be right for you, the best i can be, and i'm scared i'm not". you wrap your arms around matty and kiss the top of his head like "oh, baby, please don't worry like that. we're good, we really are. that was just a little blip", and matty's like "really?" - you softly card your fingers through his hair, which makes him hum contentedly and close his eyes, as you say "really. we're good. great, even. you're the best i could ever want, all i could ever need. and if you messed up, you'd hear about it from me immediately lol". matty giggles at that like "oh, i know i would. s'one of the things i like most about you, sweetheart. your hugging ability is also up there, tbh", and you smile like "speaking of... wanna watch the rest of this episode doing some of that in my bed instead of down here?", and matty's like "absolutely". yeah, it's very sweet <3
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11, 22, 37!
11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated
oh gosh hmm. some of these are gonna come across as hypocritical lmao and also insert a healthy dose of "for me specifically" but: (1) i think soulbond/soulmark tropes can be done well, but mid executions of the trope focus a lot on ~finding~ the person rather than interrogating what it means to have bonds or marks or things of that nature, and leave a lot of interesting nuances about choice and free will and conflict between romantic relationships and other things you might want (career, friendship, autonomy, etc) on the table. i wish more takes on the trope let it be messy! (2) hurt/comfort done well is really fun but when people are just like. aggressively making their little guy sad and pathetic and a poor little meow meow whose never done anything wrong it gets grating. i love a sad guy but i prefer when they're sad because of shit they did to themselves instead of external factors. (3) curtain fic/established relationship stuff can be fun sometimes but like. there still needs to be a smidgen of conflict or growth or change or a shift for me to be interested. there has to be a point imo! even when i write my silly self-indulgent post-fic time stamps its important to me that there's a point to it beyond just "im love them" (though im DO love them)
22 What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?
i think the thing is, there can always be a new dimension to how these two idiots fall in love!!! every story is an opportunity to get at some new nugget of like, how people are, or what it is to be vulnerable and open and willing to risk heartache. with two different people you have so many opportunities to look at different shades and facets of their character. especially with rpf where real life events can shape characterization in real time. The Trade opened up a whole new dimension of matthew that creates new angles to investigate matthew&leon and what it means to fall in love with someone thousands of miles away and who you see even less (or, someday, for my break up/make up agenda)! jamie getting dealt to philly opens up new ways to poke at the jamie/trevor relationship by adding distance and tragedy and the potential of falling for other people! even picking a new trope or time period is just so fun for being like, now how would they be under THESE circumstances? also like, i LOVE flip-flopping who gets to be down bad immediately and who is oblivious because it's not only a fun creative challenge but also just opens up new worlds. idk! there's so many possibilities and so many facets to explore and to me that's delightful.
37 Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?
id say i do some up front, just to nail down the broad beats of the story and to minimize how much reworking i have to do later on (or for period type fics, to make sure that i dont introduce plot points that simply cant have happened in that time frame!), and some i do as i go -- for example, for a while there i just HAD the battles of alberta in 21-22 down pat because i was using them so often to shape story beats, but the games in between i had to look up as i went. i also am constantly pulling from new articles or features that offer new bits of characterization i want to use. tbh with the current wip i DO feel very wobbly because i don't have my normal anchors of the schedule/have to make things up, which is simultaneously freeing and hard because it's so much easier for me to write about sports games that really happened than the fake ones im constructing for the narratives 😂. but yeah id say mostly i research as i go!
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rodrikstark · 2 years
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'til the morning comes (9/10)
steve rogers x f!reader (fluff and angst)
summary: you meet steve's oldest friend.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: swearing, lots of emotions tbh, grief (steve’s parents have passed away), mentions of steve’s dad being shitty
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 “Y’know what I’m most jealous of?” Helen cradles your hand inside hers, fiddling with your new wedding ring. 
 You flex your ankles. You’ve gotten better wearing your heels since he met you, but the amount of dancing tonight has you propping up your feet. Without his tuxedo jacket, and with you leaning on him, Steve feels the pleasant vibration of your questioning Hmm? along his chest. “All my wedding presents?”
 “Your honeymoon,” she answers, dropping your limb perfunctorily. “I need a vacation.”
 Steve attempts to ignore you plucking playfully at his shirt buttons. You’re both a bit drunk, plenty tired, and probably a little more publicly affectionate than intended. “How are things going at the lab?”
 Helen haughtily flicks her hair.  “I’m glad you asked, Future Mr. President.” Counting on her fingers, she explains, “We need grant money to hire new assistants, send researchers to conferences, and update our equipment.”
 Sam perks up. “Are we asking Steve for money?” Chuckling, he elbows Steve’s ribs, jostling you somewhat. You squeeze his waist tighter. “I’d love to redecorate my office.”
 “I’ll see what I can do.” Steve jerks his chin toward Helen. “You should take some time off.”
 You roll your eyes. “Such a hypocrite.” Finally, you straighten up, your brow creasing seriously. “You haven’t taken a single day off since I moved in with you.”
 He hasn’t thought about the campaign in several hours, likely setting some kind of record. His mind has been occupied, mostly making sure he doesn’t trip on his own feet on the dance floor, your forehead touching his collarbone. “The Convention’s in a few weeks.”
 You sigh. “Steve—”
 Helen clicks her tongue sharply. “Hey, no politics talk.” 
 Steve nods. “I know, I know. Sorry.” 
 You wrinkle your nose. “I really, really want you to enjoy this honeymoon. You’ve been working so hard.”
 “I’m alright, honey.” He kisses the crown of your head, though his mind wanders. “I will.”
 “Just slather some sunscreen on him and he should be okay.” 
 Shit. 
 Steve startles at the familiar voice, eliciting a tiny yelp from you as he wrenches himself to his feet. He spins, and blinks. “Bucky.”
 He’s shaking his head, as if Steve is somehow already up to no good. “Congratulations, man.”
 “I didn’t think you’d be here,” Steve stammers, suddenly crushed inside a hug and patted on the back. 
 Last time he checked, the invitation sent to Bucky hadn’t come back with a response. He didn’t expect one. At best: Sorry, can’t make it. 
 Bucky waves a dismissive hand. “Couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding.” He scans your immediate circle, grinning charmingly. Meanwhile, Steve shrinks backward. “And sorry, I would have gotten here sooner, but I got caught up with someone at the bar.” Steve flinches at the well-meaning slap to his chest. “Bucky Barnes. We’ve known each other since middle school.”
 “Aww,” Helen says.
 He grips Steve’s shoulder, rotating him so they can stand face-to-face. “It’s good to see you, man.”
 “Yeah.” His eye contact stutters when you take his hand, staring shyly at this stranger. Yet Steve means it, deep down: “It’s good to see you too.”
 Bucky examines your dress. In one hand he holds a large, hardbound book. “You must be the bride.”
 “Hi.” You hug Steve’s arm. The predictable clinginess offers a vague comfort, softening his hammering pulse. “That’s me. Nice to meet you."
 “Too bad I didn’t make it in time, huh?”
 You respond with a polite smile, pecking Steve’s cheek, trying for his attention. “The reception is the fun part anyway, right?”
 He doesn’t answer. He can’t look at you. Or Sam, who notices something is wrong, too. 
 “In time to warn you how much of a punk your Steve is,” Bucky clarifies laughingly.
 His jaw tightens. “Bucky—”
 At this teasing—unmistakably brotherly—you relax a bit. “A punk?”
 “I can’t count the number of times this asshole landed himself in detention.” With a flourish, the heavy book spins within his hand, ready to be displayed. “He picked a lot of fights.”
 Steve gulps. That’s a high school yearbook.
 Helen gasps excitedly, “What kind of fights?”
 “Defending the little guy.” Bucky claims Steve’s chair, positioning it backwards before straddling the seat. “Like it was his job.”
 Only Steve knows Bucky well enough to detect that this is a jab. 
 Steve attended private school for a while until his ma insisted he attend a public one. His teachers would say he… struggled to adjust.
 Those years were nothing like the cheery atmosphere of your Brookemont, with vigilant teachers constantly monitoring and uplifting kids. Too many fell through the cracks and into the hands of jerks, especially if they didn’t have a friend. 
 Luckily, he had Bucky, who claimed the seat next to him in homeroom on his first day, and batted away the paper balls thrown at his blond head. From then on, they were a team, no matter what.
 Defending the little guy is not his job anymore, Bucky means. As a politician.
 C’mon, Steve. The government? he asked near the end of their senior year. Are you fucking serious?
 They drifted apart years ago and for a dozen reasons. To some extent, simply due to the natural way of things, parting from the friends you had as a kid. But Steve recognizes that the disconnection was mostly his fault, pulling from their friendship as quickly as they fell into it.
 The yearbook blossoms open, a page with his picture bookmarked by a letter-sized envelope. 
 “Man.” Sam raises his eyebrows, prodding his bicep. “You really bulked up, huh?”
 You situate yourself between Helen and Sam. “Oh my gosh, you were so cute.” You stick your nose in the book, pouting cutely. “Skinny Steve.”
 “I’m pretty sure there’s a page where you can see him with a black eye—”
 Steve groans. He’s not like that anymore, some angry kid. “Okay, okay.”
 “And before I forget, I got you a wedding present.” Bucky pats Steve’s chest again, but this time the dull pressure doesn’t relent until he hears the crinkling of paper. He realizes the letter trapped underneath Bucky’s palm is his to keep. 
 He grasps it stupidly, gulping down his frustration, but it just pools at the bottom of his stomach.
 As you and Helen comb through the pages, giggling together, Bucky turns to Steve’s best man. “So, are you Sam?”
 He seems pleased. “Uh, yeah.” 
 “Can I ask, what’s the deal with your sister over there?”
 Sam’s narrowed eyes flash to his sister Sarah, who leans against the bar in the opposite corner of the hall. “Man, please don’t flirt with my sister.”
 Sarah.
 Steve flips the envelope, reading his name written in tilted cursive and dark blue ink. 
 He’s gonna be sick.
 His gaze flashes to Bucky, whose face appears apologetic, and a little sorrowful. But full of love, too.
 “Steve?” You tug his sleeve. “You okay?"
 “I have to go,” he answers, slipping through your fingers. 
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 He finds a courtyard roped off from your reception. The space seems unfinished, unused chairs and tables stored and stacked as high as the tree branches. Luckily, it’s empty, the summer air much kinder than that of the oppressive banquet hall.
 A wide wooden bench stands in front of a fountain. Water runs at a bare trickle above a rusted-green basin. You find him there. 
 “Steve?” 
 “I’ll be there in a second.”
 His eyelids screw shut when you drape his satiny jacket onto his shoulders. He doesn’t know how you found him.
 “I actually kinda like it out here,” you say, purposely light. “It’s quiet.” Your fingertips drag a straight line across his back as you round the end of the bench, taking a seat. “Can I stay with you?”
 You know you don’t have to ask him that.
 Fixing the limp sleeves over his arms, you ask. "Are you okay?"
 In his hands, he grasps the unopened envelope. “This is a letter from my ma.”
 Your dress spills everywhere as you tuck your knees toward your chin, bare toes curling over the smooth edge. “Oh.” 
 “At least I think so,” Steve says. “This is her handwriting.”
 “I thought she passed away a long time ago.”
 “She did. She must’ve given this to Bucky, before…” 
 You sit with that word, before. “It was nice of him to bring it.”
 He nods.
 “You’ve never really talked about her.” Hastily, you add, “You don’t have to.” And yet, you make a fist in the exact center of his chest and pull. He sinks into the plush safety between your stomach and thighs.
 What a sight. His disheveled shirt, the wrinkled jacket barely hanging onto his shoulders. Your rumpled skirt, and heels long gone. You undo his bowtie and start playing with his hair. Humming a made-up song, stopping yourself from saying too much, or saying the wrong thing. Comforting yourself as much as him.
 Ever since he met you, he’s dodged your Twenty Questions pertaining to that part of his life. You’ve stopped asking.
 “It was me and her for a while,” he starts, encouraged by the slow arcs your nails draw along his scalp. “Before my dad passed, he liked to throw money at any problem he had, including us.” 
 Steve probably could have had anything he wanted in life, if he’d only put up and shut up.
 “Their biggest fight was when he tried to send me to boarding school.” 
 His son, he’d reasoned, was a hothead—overly eager to question authority and disobey the patriarchal order around which Joseph Rogers had built his entire existence. Steve needed discipline. A proper, straight-backed education for a brighter future. Of course, he said all this while pointing a threatening finger at his mother.
 Ma wanted him to stay home, with a good kid like Bucky. 
 Steve wanted to stay home for his ma. To be there for her, to protect her.
 “That must have been really hard,” you say.
 It became a lot easier after his dad passed, right after Steve started high school. But— 
 “She was sick when I went to college in DC.” A pang of regret like lightning shocks his throat closed. “I didn’t know how sick.” 
 You flatten a palm against his sternum. Your fingers curl; you're trying to get at his heart. “I'm sorry."
 “Bucky was still in New York. He was there for her when it happened.” He swallows. “I was on a plane. Sometimes I can’t even look at him, ‘cause I can only think about—” 
 Steve dares one glance at you and sees the overwhelm swimming behind your eyes. He scrambles out of your lap, embarrassed. 
 You’re going through the motions. You’ve been his travel partner dozens of times. Dulles to JFK and back, probably stopping for a snack on the way home. 
 That flight no longer represents a routine commute, an inevitable couple of hours stuck in an uncomfortable seat breathing stale air. Now, a nightmare. Fidgeting, panicking, your face braced against your fists. A kind flight attendant asking if you’d like some water.
 A passenger plane rocketing hundreds of miles an hour through the stratosphere—a miracle of modern technology—suddenly crawlingly, tortuously slow, too cumbersome and too cruel to bring him home in time.
 He never got to say goodbye. 
 “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
 “Whoa.” You bring him close enough that your noses touch. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
 He never should have left. He should’ve taken a gap year, or gone to school in New York, he shouldn’t have ever left her alone.
 “Y'know, with Shangqi…” you start, trailing off for a moment. “I learned that things don’t always happen at the right time.”
 He never meant for this to happen at all.
 "Steve, look at me." 
 He does. 
 Cupping his cheeks with soft palms, you wave him to touchdown back to Earth. "These things just happen."
 Steve screws his eyes shut. He exhales, finally, each quake inside his chest settling with the tender touch of your thumbs swiping his cheeks, of your sweet assurances falling on his ear. “Yeah.”
 “You're okay.”
 He believes you, but his voice still trembles. “I’m too scared to read it.”
 “Do you want me to?” Kissing his forehead, you whisper, “I’m really good at read-alouds.”
 A laugh stumbles out of his mouth while he watches you unwrap the letter, fragile as tissue. Over a decade old, written on crackly notebook paper. 
 “Dear Stevie.” You pause. “If you’re reading this, it’s because I didn’t make it in time for your wedding.” 
 You fold down the paper. “Are you sure?”
 He nods, crouching forward, capturing your warm voice within the space between you and him. 
 “Hopefully Bucky gave you the right envelope, because there will be plenty more letters to come.”
 You smile at him, a shaky thing. 
 “I know you’ll be a good husband. You grew up around all the resentment I have for your late father, and you’re a smart boy who has always loved his mother."
 Steve replaces his head on your lap, his forehead pressed firmly to your belly. You hold the letter out to the side, a pose you’ve no doubt practiced with your students, so he can trace the familiar loops and slopes of his mother’s handwriting.
 “I don’t have to tell you what it means to be a good man. You proved it all these years you took care of me, and you’ll do it again.
 “But marriage is a two-way road, and a difficult one. I hope you’ll allow yourself to be looked after, too, since I’m not there to do it.
 "Congratulations on your wedding, my baby boy.
 “I miss you every day. 
 “Love, your Ma.”
 Steve searches for your free hand, touching his sad smile to your knuckles. 
 Gasping, you sweep the letter into his lap before your teardrops can bleed the ink. “Um, sorry. I think that was like, the sweetest thing I’ve ever read in my life.”
 He sits upright, gathering you, skirt and all. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
 “This makeup is not as waterproof as it advertises,” you whine, examining your stained fingers.
 “Thank you,” he whispers behind your ear. Then again, three more times. 
 “Thank you for letting me read it.” 
 Your embrace falters briefly, your arms perhaps finally giving out after an entire night slinging around his waist, over his shoulders, coaxing him to dance. Claiming him and keeping him close. You suck in a breath and ignore the burn.
 Conviction simmers beneath your words, even though you’ve never met his ma. “She loved you so much.” 
 Steve can only return that exact same level of certainty. “She would have loved you, too.”
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swords-of-a-soilder · 2 months
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Bless you for compiling what’s going on with that ex-bird app. It’s been genuinely insightful for me to understand the thoughts of the kinds of people behind those accounts.
That person trying to cancel creators for associating with Forever (and probably advocating for his lore to be excised from the server) saying “but I can’t possibly give up guapoduo, it’s My Hyperfixation” is very telling. Hypocrisy specifically in the context of “separating the art from the artist” isn’t something I’ve seen before, shockingly, so I guess I get to add that to my Social Media Discourse Bingo. (I had an online friend in 2016 who I was terrified to talk about my interests with because I didn’t know what angry punk teenagers on tumblr had deemed “evil and disgusting”, and even SHE stopped listening to some of her favorite metal bands when she learned they were homophobic, and had absolute turmoil when she learned that David Bowie might have allegedly slept with an underage groupie in the 70s. Her constant, unpredictable rage at seemingly random pieces of media was awful for my mental health, but at least she wasn’t a genuine hypocrite.)
Also that tone of “I’ve had good memories here… but I just can’t handle it anymore.” It sounds like someone whose meaningful but soul-crushing work has finally broken them, almost sounding like someone I knew at the frontline worker job I had mid-pandemic who missed her own birthday three years in a row, got repetitive stress injuries, and then got passed over for a promotion that was given to someone who did a fraction of the work. But the “God willing, I’ll never come back” was followed by “I’m 13” …damn, I got whiplash so hard that I astral projected into a universe where things made sense for a second. Because of course kids don’t have a complex view of other countries’ political systems or cultural pressures. Or the nuances of personal change and redemption. Or that sometimes people are just not online for a few days. And of course a 13-year-old doesn’t understand how dumb and petty they look by trying to ruin other peoples’ careers in the name of Activism (tm) while having a fandom portmanteau username.
“I didn’t want it to come to this but… I’m going to delete twitter!” I hope so, but more for their own sake, honestly. I actually have less anger towards most of them now. Many are kids with a false sense of grandiosity that makes them believe they are the ultimate moral authority, but have very little understanding of how messy people or societies can be. I just hope they can learn one day, and look back on who they are now and cringe. (And then many years after that, have the grace to forgive themselves.)
Oof, sorry for the wall of text.
I’m still not over the whole situation with Forever. I miss his energy, and his accent, and his silly bits with Richas that always dragged on too long, and N.I.N.H.O. (and everything it represented), and how different he and Cellbit are but how they understood each other WAY too well, and how he tried to make people who didn’t log onto the server as often still feel welcome and wanted, and how happy he got when anyone non-Brazilian even tried to speak a little bit of Portuguese. (I was learning, but I’ve barely touched it since.) I won’t lie, it’s affected me far more than I thought it would.
I miss Forever. Thank you for your blog being a little space where that’s okay.
I'm honestly a little worried for the kid (s), not in a "oh I just want the best for" fake bs way just a little concerned tbh. I still don't like them but I don't hate them either, they're a kid.
But at the same time I'm worried for their well being, they have like 5,000 follower on their main Twitter and 28 on curious cat (which is apprantly high for that app )
That's 5000 people (teens or not) waiting for you to tell them how to feel that can't be good for their mental state, not for a 13 yr old kid.
Most of their life was spent learning about the world and their still learning, these are the ages where you're worried about the sun blowing up.
You haven't seen how awful the world can be yet, You haven't seen how much worst it could get you haven't learned calculus yet!
To you the world is only these 13 years and you think if you don't act now everything will be over.
I get it, I had that fear too, most people grown into it and realize just how shitty it can get an settle in choosing their own battles and not letting It consume them, because no one had time for that anymore.
You want to experience the most out of live while you can and the older you get the easier it is to balance.
To me it looks like one of those situation where you'll look back and think "I wish I enojyed my childhood."
Because 5000 people waiting for you to tell them who to bash, 28 people prasing your while admitting they use to hate you.
It can't be good. And if they were to read this they'd probably say "oh you don't actually care you just want to shit on me."
And like, yeah I don't care, but am I saying all this because I want to shit on them? no I'm just pointing out concerns.
Apart from that I fully agree with anon.
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gunpowder-arti · 6 months
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actually yknow what. tumblr gets the arti rant
partially copypasted from something i said a while back. on discord
first and foremost, know this: i Do Not Like fanon arti. ofc no hate to anyone who does, or who writes them more sympathetic, but. alright, first of all, i think i need to bring up the fact that they're the Only slugcat who is consistently, broadly hc'd as female?? which is. nothing wrong with reading them as such (hell, the dating sim writes them that way) but. considering that their whole Story has to do with Parenthood and all that it's kind of. a little bit ehhh to me that they're the Only one.
and then there's. right. i find that the broad interpretation of them is largely sympathetic, which i am Not a fan of. i've seen people who interpret them as not killing people but,, that is clearly not the intention of their campaign. i very much interpret the scavs as sapient and tbh i feel like if you interpret them as Just Animals that is kind of. willful denial of canon at best but that's a whole other thing that i will Not go off about right now
uhh, either way. their actions, as portrayed in canon, were unjustified and unjustifiable. like, i call them a war criminal because um. that is what collective punishment is !! i just. they are a hypocritical mass-murdering war criminal and that is part of what makes them so compelling to me. once again no hate to anyone who reads them as sympathetic but it's. ehh. like rain world is ofc heavily up to interpretation but it reads kind of as,, people justifying their actions because they're a player character?? i guess. and im not saying Arti Likers are Problematique™ hell i like them!! but i like them as a mass-murdering war criminal and the fanon good arti is. boring, almost, to me. also iirc it's also kind of implied that they're the reason we don't see elite scavs again until Saint's time [or ever it's been a while] which has pretty bad implications as to the scale of their rampage and. i don't even know if this makes sense but
i would say arti is the most villainous character in rain world, as I see it--they killed on purpose, many times over. theyre awful and shitty and violent and horribly species-ist and a genocidal murder and they are so so fascinating and yet . the fucking fanon is just 'scary girlboss and/or sadgirl mother' and im not even going to lie it's so fucking boring. let women be villainous
look it's all up to interpretation ofc ofc but . i do find certain interpretations to be in poor taste, or at least just... uninteresting !! and fucking . also i genuinely Hate 'arti adopts pebbles' for a few reasons. mostly the above but also a couple other things which i will Not go off about today but. anyways the mortifying ordeal of loving a character but hating the popular fanon more than words can express
ALL THAT BEING SAID please i implore you not to go after anyone on my behalf. or to start discourse about this. this post is not meant to target anyone in particular or even to be taken all that seriously i just . got 6 hours of sleep last night have not eaten in a bit and have perpetually pissed off disease
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What's your favorite thing about Wukong, MK, and Mei
And what's your least favorite thing about Macaque (as he's your favorite)
HM.
one of my fave things abt mk is how hes come into his own, owning his powers and self even though self doubt. hes a lil people pleaser, but hes not, like, a little somft uwu boy and he gives people many chances because he actively chooses to, and thinks they deserve them, but once its become too much hes happy to tell people thats e-fucking-nough as much as the censors will allow
fave thing for mei is probably her self confidence and aesthetic, she falters for sure but she has this fucking feral energy i adore and i hope nothing tames that, i dont care about how character growth is usually portrayed, you can be capable and not have to dim your fire. i understand the stuff with calming down to do the training at the end of s4 but she was also the only one with enough guts to tell him to fuck off. she got no stars but she was also the one to kick azure deadass in the face and steal swk (their trump card) back and if she hadnt, they might not have got swk back at all
fave thing abt swk is his tits his vibes. i actually like a lot abt swk fr, i like that hes a funny little guy, but you can still see bits of a more dangerous god under there, who can make the hard decisions noone wants to make because SOMEONE has to do it. hes a person with very firm convictions, even when he knows theyll get him a lot of hate. was he gonna kill the host? maybe, in hindsight its easy to say she didnt have to die, but realistically, one person vs the entire earth is a no brainer choice that noone else would have wanted to make
unpopular opinion and possibly hypocritical but i dont want canon maq to be too soft. stay a bastard. stay jagged. tbh im not sad over younger shadowpeach, and i know im a mean fucker but just in fiction, purely soft sweet relationships are pretty boring to me and i dont want that back at all. i want them to heal a little, tolerate each other, but i dont want maq to suddenly be sweet and sorry for everything. i got faith in lmk to not ruin his character tho.
also i liked his s3 outfit WAY better than his current one
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I just saw Nope yesterday, and I really want to talk about it, so here we go! I’m on mobile and can’t attach a read more, so:
SPOILER WARNING FOR “NOPE”
The amount of people who keep saying things like “the monkey subplot of Nope was so useless, why was it even there? It didn’t do anything” truly make me worry for the state of media literacy tbh. It’s so frustrating because I feel like people also criticized Peele for being “too direct” with his allegories in Get Out and Us, so it’s like, what do you want from him as a director?? I personally loved the film, and I thought his writing struck a perfect balance between asking hard questions of its audience and giving you the info you need to understand it.
I’ve also seen some people commenting that they felt “cheated” of a good horror movie because Peele doesn’t explicitly show the graphic violence in the Gordy scene (we see enough to know what’s happened and he uses the sound design and tension of the sequence well enough to make it immensely frightening anyway, imo.) Maybe I’m just a wimp, but I honestly thought that scene was incredibly disturbing as it stands and that any further gore would have felt gratuitous or almost hypocritical of the movie. The idea that we need to see every second of a woman getting her face ripped off by a chimpanzee for our entertainment is the exact sentiment Peele makes thoughtful criticisms of. The idea of turning someone else’s living nightmare into a theme park attraction. (I think it also shows how desensitized to violence in general we’ve become, if people don’t think that scene was graphic enough already.)
Nope constantly plays with the idea of “spectacle” and how human nature kind of draws us to this stuff; in an interview I watched, Peele says when he was writing it, he thought of people rubbernecking at the sight of a car accident on the road. Some morbid curiosity inherent in us cannot help but want to look a little bit into someone else’s tragedy. I honestly could go on and on about how interesting it was! I thought this movie was incredibly thought-provoking and I’m still getting the shivers thinking about it now.
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This most recent page is... It is insane! Uh... You already know what I'm bouta do, so I'll just skip ahead to the everything. Enjoy!
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The first thing I wanna mention is what Sonic said in the last page. I basically lost all the spare SA2 context that I had stored in my brain when reading this comic, so I just immediately assumed Sonic was right in saying that Shadow doesn't know how he feels. That wasn't entirely the truth. I mean, duh, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels. Sonic is internally suffering. He's confused, scared, worried something bad could happen to his loved ones if he just let loose a teeny bit. Hell, his concerns aren't even coming from nowhere! We saw what he's capable of when losing control! But thinking that Shadow doesn't know how that feels in the slightest??
Shadow was also afraid. When he lived on the ARK, and when he made friends with the STH cast. He had so much incredible power at his fingertips, and not only that, but he was also the eye of the storm to an alien invasion! He's been terrified for decades, worried he might hurt those close to him because of his blood ties and his origins and... SO MUCH. For so long, Shadow's been confused about who he is as a person, having a lack of autonomy, similar to Sonic. And yet, Sonic still thinks that they don't feel the same. He thinks they are not the same. That they don't know how the other feels. And, in a way, no matter how small this way is, Sonic is kind of right.
Because Shadow's not a hero. He's an anti-hero, someone who does what he thinks is right and doesn't care about the public eye anymore. Sonic is a hero, someone who cares too much for his tiny hedgehog heart. He swells with emotion, and this sudden change to his appearance and abilities... It's suffocating. It's crushing Sonic. It's a whole new sensation that he is completely unaware of and doesn't know what to do with himself. Shadow, meanwhile, has been dealing with this feeling his whole life. So yeah. In a way, Shadow doesn't know how Sonic feels.
Still, Shadow doesn't see it this way. He sees it as Sonic basically being a hypocrite. So, in a fit of rage and disappointment, he lets Dark Gaia take control.
I do wanna ask something abt this real quick: How does Sonic not sense Dark Gaia's influence on Shadow? As someone who has the energy of that being fused with his very bloodstream right now, you'd think he would figure out that Shadow's behavior has just. Suddenly changed. You'd think he would piece together why his friend is acting this way and he would figure out that it's Dark Gaia, and not Shadow.
It's just a small nit-pick of mine tbh. Don't worry.
I do think there is an answer to this, though. As someone stated before, these two are basically walking into the lion's den, or I guess in other terms, leaving the frying pan and falling into the fire. This icy cavern they've entered is overflowing with Gaia energy, which could be the reason why Sonic can't tell it's now all over Shadow. It's overwhelming Sonic to the point that he's basically grown numb to it, so even if he could feel the energy all over Shadow specifically, he doesn't recognize the danger. He doesn't see that Shadow's being "Controlled."
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So uh. Yeah. That's... That's it.
I really really love this comic btw and the little image of Maria at the top really caught me off-guard. I was like: "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT WHY IS MARIA HERE WHAT HELLO HUH-?"
very interesting points! literally no one looked at it this perspective before i appreciate this :33333
and don't worry about gaia energy. i think mostly when you figure something might be off or you dont get it, just wait for the next pages, because ofc this is a continous story so things will be explained, just not immediately.
(thoguh again, youre the only one who questioned this! super interesting stuff to think abt!!)
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About some things on my DNI + Thin Ice list…
TLDR at the bottom
Not my usual post, so I’m sorry for the sudden serious tone, but someone had mentioned a certain part of my dni that I wanted to address because I don’t wish to offend anyone and I will admit that I should have thought it through a little bit more.
I reblogged a particular post on both here and on my main (reblogging it here was a mistake tbh but considering the post had a good point, I didn’t feel the need to go back and delete it)
I log off for a bit after doing some reblogging of resources, and when I come back on I find this
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The main reason that I have a “thin ice” category in my dni section is because while I may not personally agree/disagree with certain things, I want my blog to be open to everyone for resources, and I want us all to be one big community. I also do it because in the past I’ve had people attack me for not having certain things in my dni, for interacting with accounts that happened to support or not support certain things.
But here, I 100% understand where I fucked up. I added those things out of my fear of being attacked while not realizing that having those things in my bio attacks other people as well.
After I finish typing this post, I’m going back and deleting them off of my Thin Ice category. The post I reblogged was talking about how ableist people can still be disabled, and I didn’t even realize how much of a hypocrite I was being when it came to that post. Despite having my own disabilities, I was being ableist. Despite being apart of the lgbtq community, I was being queerphobic.
If anyone feels the need to unfollow, block, etc. after reading this I completely understand. I was an idiot, and I want to own up to it. I also wanna give those I’ve hurt a chance to benefit from my errors, so non-traumagenic systems, bisexual lesbians, pansexual lesbians, please feel free to promote yourself in the comments and reblogs for whatever reason. I messed up, but I want to try and fix my errors, even if it’s just a little bit.
and anyone who feels uncomfortable with me trying to fix my errors can also unfollow- I may have certain thoughts and opinions on certain things, but at the end of the day I don’t allow hatred on my blog, and sometimes even I need to be reminded of that.
TL;DR: I was stupid and had some queerphobic and ableist things in my thin ice category on my rentry, and I want to fix my mistakes
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What do you think of azure lion and his friends since I really don't like him very much, azure is a little hypocritical for me? I don't know
As it is literally "oh, that evil sun wukong and his fellow pilgrims attacked my house in the name of the heavenly court "it is not as if they did not do it first and why he is surprised that heaven retaliates for it, also it seems he blames sun wukong as if the only culprit for his defeat when enralidad they all lost was not just sun wukong (in memory they were all rounded up)
It also bothers me about the different treatment given by the fandom azure lion
Azure lion who is the same villain archetype as lady bone demon but have different deals
Example azure does questionable things for good reason, the fandom treats him oh poor cat man just wants to help the needy"
Lady bone demon does questionable things for a good reason: what an evil and manipulative monster
I don't think I don't know all the bad things lady bone demon did, because if she did bad things, although that's the point, she was a villain (an amazing villain)
But it bothers me what azure lion, in the series we still don't show much of him but I really don't want the series to start trying to justify and throw under the rug all the things he's done as they did with a certain character (look at macaque)
Sorry if it's not understood try to put my thoughts in order as best I could maybe not understood but anyway 🤷
So you think of him
ah wonderful! It has been a age now then to address the fandom thing regarding the treatment of azure and LBD respectively it is
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Fandoms have a lot of it guy villains are seen as more tolerable then a female villain case in point check the genshin fandom they riot whenever a woman is even slightly mean much less evil may the heavens restrain me when arlecchino is released it will be hell and also lmk with Macaque and LBD the former being somehow worse then the latter thanks to the special which altered our bone lady so macaque is legitimately a worse person…make of that what you will we have probably incurred the wrath of the macaque Stan’s in the mentions tbh now anyway regarding Azure
this blue fluffy kitty
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He’s a bit tone deaf which is to be expected he did the wukong brain tendenrizer scroll edition so he’s a bit not caught up with things as evident by his interaction with DBK our resident and earliest defanged villain and his complete and utter disdain for PIF(reading that as a word never fails to make us laugh hahah oh god we are getting into hotd discourse later) now the thing is that Azure is very much the type to blame others for shit going wrong such as the wukong scroll cut incident tbh tho he had a point but he’s very much a how to say this…a earlier version of LBD that’s more relatable because he hasn’t gone “the world needs to be perfected” yet like she has so he’s a bit more relatable also helps that his season is a better season 3 and gives us significantly more time with him then we did with LBD as she only got bits of other seasons with other characters being focused on and then got robbed of her focus so she never got any real insight other then the special which was VERY much rushed now as to our opinion of Azure as a character…
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We like him he’s a bit foolish and a poor substitute for the villain that came before him but he actually does what the rushed change with her intended better he’s overall kinda neat nice design good voice a fucked up personality and the first thing he decided to do was 1v1 god all around good character and he’s most likely going to get the macaque treatment so prepare for the fics butchering him as the show regulates him to background fodder at best and that’s if he doesn’t die which tbh is a 50/50 chance also funny how the mayor hasn’t shown up at all thanks for your ask cami and even we struggle with putting our thoughts into words so there’s that now time to suffer the hell that is the hotd fandom
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I've just read your analysis and I almost wholeheartedly agree with it (I wish we'd had a little more time, a couple more scenes with a fully vampire!Guillermo in order to explore that regret and his reasoning), but apart from that I need to say that you're so right and correct. This season was so good, one of my favorites for sure.
Thank you for writing all that, for putting it into words and organizing it.
I wanted to ask what you want to see with Guillermo on season 6, you briefly touched on it in your post but it had me intrigued.
(Also I can't wait for that Nandermo analysis, get writing bestie!)
HELLO!!! Thank you for shooting me an ask and liking the analysis, i’ve JUST opened this blog and it took me by surprise I’m very humbled!
You didn’t ask for this but I want to speculate as to why it all happened in the last episode and we didn’t have more time to explore Guillermo regret his decision and I guess it could be said that A Choice Was Made to show that how at the drop of a hat decision it was for Guillermo to realize this was NOT it for him, and that he doesn’t even need time to realize he dislikes it. Just the thought of killing someone by himself is enough for him to know he’s fucked up. This is not the “I called in a bomb scare” or gravedigger or victim finder Guillermo or vampire killer Guillermo who can justify everything he does is for the sake of others and to protect others and be very well comfortable in his hypocritical comfort zone. When it comes to killing himself and doing it for himself, he chickens out.
That immediate reaction is what’s meant to make him soft and not cut out to be a vampire, and it just goes to show he was only in it for the power trip of being a vampire. It honestly was so clear for me, but I do understand why it looks like they rushed everything :( Or it’s that I love this show too much and it was a bit to my taste that I cant see the problem 😭
I could myself enjoy Guillermo comically flailing around to try making it look like he was drinking blood but finding alternatives and hiding it from everyone and suffering in private in a “i made my own bed and i now lie in it” themed “THIS FUCKING SUCKS” episode and Nandor finding out at the very end — but I think the point was to leave it open-ended and not traumatize Guillermo too much that he would never consider vampirism again. He isn’t ready — yet, in his own words.
So like, to answer your question, I kinda know what to expect from the next season from Yana’s interviews, I think it’s in two different ones she says “now what? What comes next for guillermo what will he do now? Will he still be with the vampires?” is the engine of season 6, so I believe we’ll either be seeing Guillermo have an existential crisis and parallel with Nandor in s3 (EVEN WELLNESS CENTER HAIR AND HIS LONGER HAIR MATCH WEIRDLY) and slowly coming into his own because he cant be a familiar anymore, or, frustratingly he’ll stay a familiar but they’ll subvert it by having him being more of a roommate like colin than a familiar, so things on paper didn’t change but they did change tremendously. I never want to theorize with this show because it goes very wrong every time, but I believe some kind of realization as to why he still wants to stay with the vampires despite losing his primary excuse is coming for Guillermo. Perhaps try to return to normal but find out that he doesnt have a normal life, but “taking things to places you dont expect” line makes me stop considering things tbh 😭 like YES I would love for guillermo to go off on his own for self-discovery (maybe we get to meet new van helsings) and the dynamic to shift AGAIN a bit, but obviously im wrong and i will be wrong because this show is just. Outrageous like that
But I am dumb, so I am expecting Guillermo to become a roommate and an A Vampire Slayer Roommate That Lives With Them and Protects Them and Doesnt Work For Them At All since the familiar title is dropped. It honestly could be going in the direction of wwdits movie, like viago carries the weight of the household the most and they’re bickering about the workload, it could really be interesting to see him TRY to make the others work... Or, Nandor could take in a new familiar, which could shake things up a bit and Guillermo would be even more unsure of his position or think that he has no place here anymore when it’s something stupid and simple as Nandor going “Yeah you’re not a familiar anymore what did you expect” — and again he’s a roommate that they dump most of the workload on.
But for sure I’m expecting “I just want to stay with you because I love you guys” to be the resolution of the guaranteed “what do I do now” conflict of s6, and maybe the vampires to be like “you are not going anywhere” to him underneath the “we would be very inconvenienced if you’d leave now so we will graciously allow you to stay here” guise.
Or, perhaps a love realization towards nandor on guillermo’s side as to why he wants to stay if he’s not actively aiming to be a vampire as a main goal. But that’d be asking for too much I think, HAHA
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