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sholangagaga · 8 months
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What's your opinion on Monty?
Oh I've been waiting for an ask like this to come across my inbox after how popular my Bonnie theories have been. (full theory and spoilers under the cut)
Short answer: I think he's neat!
Long answer: I think Montgomery Gator is one of, if not the, most tragic character in the entire Glamrock cast. And his tragedy, while of course upsetting to see, is also incredibly endearing from a narrative standpoint.
What does that mean? Well, let me explain.
Monty was not made to be part of the band. That much we know in the canon lore. He was his own animatronic, with his own attraction and his own thing. Whether or not he was there from the very beginning when the Pizzaplex was built, or maybe they added him later to bring in more diversity and subvert the burden on the main band, I don't think we'll ever know. (since every main band member has their own attraction, which probably subtracts from their available time to perform main shows throughout the day)
The only bits and pieces we get of Monty's "life" before his joining the band is narrated through the Gator Golf attraction.
Monty's story starts with him as a One Man Jug Band, playing by himself in his swamp.
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Now it's already pretty apparent that the Monty we see here is way more docile and doe-eyed than the one we encounter in Security Breach, but maybe that's the point.
We all know the stories of humble beginnings, of rags to riches. To me, Monty was one of those stories. A little guy who ended up catching a big break down the line.
Now to get this out of the way, I don't believe Monty shattered Bonnie or the theory that Monty hated Bonnie (I went into detail here if you want the full explanation). We actually can easily debunk that theory in a few different ways, but the main thing is everything we see about Monty implies he actually admired Bonnie.
In his ride you see how he looks at Bonnie, His Showtime outfit incorporates yellow stars (like Bonnie), and he even still uses Bonnie's bass.
Now if you hate someone, if you hate them enough to kill them and take their place because you felt you deserved their fame, would you emulate that person? Would you use and wear their items, thereby constantly reminding yourself of someone you hate so much? Why would you go through the trouble of getting rid of them, of wiping them from everyone's memory, just to keep things that will always tie you to them? That doesn't make much sense to me.
You could argue that the items are trophies of his 'kill', but wouldn't you keep trophies or things of the like somewhere no one could see them? Why flaunt them and again, bring attention to this person that you hate so very much?
I think it's the exact opposite. Monty admired Bonnie, the depths of which we probably won't ever know the extent of, and when Bonnie disappeared, Monty took his place but never forgot the person who got him there. He wears Bonnie's glasses (which we never see Bonnie wear aside from in his neon portrait, which may imply that he might have given the shades to Monty directly at some time before he was shattered) and he uses Bonnie's bass, which was ALSO given to him according to the Gator Golf ride
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I've seen people say that this scene is actually showing that Bonnie was just setting his bass aside after a show and Monty stole it, thereby using it for his own gain and I. . .don't see how people can infer that from the image? It looks like Bonnie is literally holding it out to Monty, who is on one knee and accepting it with respect and a cheerful expression on his face. Besides, you need some MASSIVE balls to just. . .steal a band's instrument after the show and just get away with it? Especially from what we see in game, there'd be no feasible way Monty could do that without the audience or technicians being like "What the fuck are you doing"
So yeah no, this looks like a mutual passing of the torch.
Anyways, Monty uses the shades and bass as a nod to Bonnie, he was a sweetheart with a baby face who got thrown into fame to replace his idol. I think, in some regards, Monty might've felt conflicted. Like, here he is in his dream job, but at the cost of someone he cared about.
You know who Monty DID hate though? Freddy. We can infer from plenty of sources and in game material that Monty HATED Freddy, and the reasoning for that could be literally anything, but it's not odd for a bandmate to dislike their leader/member because they're more popular (you see it a lot in IRL bands too, the favoritism and jealousy)
It's also easy to see that fame changed Monty, as it does for plenty of people. Having so many eyes on you, feeling the euphoria of all the love and attention day in and day out, it gets to your head. It changes who you are, muddles your humility. And we can see that Monty acts in the stereotypical Rocker way, conceited, destroys his greenroom and other things after shows, etc. It's an all too common trope and its sad to see it happen to Monty, though a lot of his rage could also be compounded by Glitchtrap/Vanny/Mimic being annoying (Notably, you never hear of Monty destroying his shades or his bass. Perhaps there are some things that he's oddly protective of)
And then in the main Security Breach, you only meet Monty at his worst. Angry, Corrupted, feral. You spend your time running from him (since Bonnie's shades protect him from most of Gregory's gimmicks), you hear from second-hand conjecture that he was probably the one who shattered Bonnie (which probably weighs on him too, the children asking where Bonnie is, and the technicians maybe side-eyeing him thinking that he's just a meathead who destroyed Bonnie to take his place) and each time you see him, he just gets more and more split from that sweetheart who was happily playing in his swamp.
Not to mention how he "dies"
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Monty comes for Cassie, ruined beyond salvation, his mind still gone from all of the torment he endured being controlled and shattered over and over. To save herself, Cassie uses the Faz-wrench to activate the power and escape, only for the electric currents to turn the water into a death trap.
The thing that decommissions Monty, that finally puts him out of his misery, is Bonnie. That's Bonnie's neon portrait (a bit damaged from the dilapidated building) and it is the very thing that electrifies the water, destroying Monty's hardware. Whether or not its karma for Monty shattering Bonnie, or some sort of heartfelt prose that the thing that finally allows Monty to rest is the one person he cared about most, who's to say? You could argue it both ways, but isn't it just a tad more comforting to think that even in death, Bonnie was always looking out for his understudy?
Monty's story and character progression is a trope of Falling from Grace, of Icarus flying too close to the Sun and plummeting to the unforgiving earth. The more I learn about him, the more I feel bad for him. I think he deserved better. Roxanne for her redemption in Ruin, but Monty is left open-ended. A monster and murderer to some, a washed-up rocker to others.
But I think Montgomery was more than that. I think he had the capacity for gentleness and love, but he was in a position where the world was against him. His older and more experienced bandmates always destined to be loved more than him. He was basically an entry level teenager around mastery level adults. He might've lost his mind back then to the pressure and the negativity, resorting to violence for attention. No one was there for him, and Bonnie, the only person who probably would've been there for him and understood him better than most, disappeared without a trace, leaving him all alone in a world that would never fully accept him.
Yeah, I like Monty a lot.
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lunathebee · 1 year
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THE MOON BOYS WITH A ADHD S/O
A/n: I have no words to justify myself; I did not avoid this request, nor did I disrespect the anon who requested it. This is just the war between me and my really bad memory problem (and stacks of endless work). Thank god, my brain just randomly decided to remember this.
Warning: Like the title said, not everyone can relate to this HC, and if so, please don't throw hate or say "Steven would never do that" or "I think Marc hates it," etc. Please, my masterlist has plenty of HC for everyone; leave this one for the people who really need it, aye?
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🍓 Steven Grant 🍓
There wouldn't be much of a problem, I think.
If you told him you have ADHD, Steven would be a bit surprised—not because you had it, but because it is something new to him.
Man spent hours reading books and conducting research to learn more about you.
And I swear at some point, he would find himself mumbling symptoms with wide eyes.
"...zoned out or some would talk really fast—wait, I do that."
I don't know why, but I always feel connected to Steven in a different way, like the way he acts isn't just for quirky scenes or to make the audience laugh.
I truly (with my whole heart and deepest respect) believe Steven is somewhere on the same side as you (not ADHD, but the chance of him having another condition that affects him is high).
So yeah, I think you guys would share some similar moments together.
Steven would help you with many things and is always so kind and nice.
He takes a special interest in your fidget toys, so he hopes you don't mind that.
🍓 Marc Spector 🍓
"What is that?"
You have to explain it to him.
"Oh...Oh...Okay...Um Uh huh"
So serious and focused, Marc loves you, so if there is something about you that he doesn't know yet, he will try his best to understand.
I don't think he would be bothered by it that much.
Always keep an eye out just in case you guys are in public and someone looks at you "weird."
He's one of those grandparents who says, "You used to LOVE this thing because you told me that when you were 5, so I bought you 2000 stuff of it even though you're now an adult."
Marc might be a bit confused, but he's got the spirit!
Your shirt doesn't feel "right?" Maybe a jacket would be better?
You're feeling overwhelmed by your homework?That's okay, let's take a break.
Overall, I would say Marc really tries his best to make everything around you guys more comfortable for you.
Marc = best lover <3
🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓
I won't lie to you; this is just my brutally honest opinion on Jake.
At first, he would get bothered by it and might even be annoyed on some days.
Jake doesn't understand why and how on earth you can't make a decision on picking anything, or how you always say you're going to do this thing and then completely forget about it 15 minutes later.
But he has more important things to deal with, so he doesn't show that he's bothered by them.
"Bae! Why don't you throw the empty toothpaste away?" Jake asked one night
"I'm so sorry, I keep forgetting about that. Sorry, babe, I'm sorry."
Jake decided to let it go; it was just toothpaste, right? What is the big deal?
And then later on, he noticed you lingering in the bathroom a bit longer, how you always touch the toothpaste to make sure it's not empty, and how you also DOUBLE check that.
Everything turns into a big mess when Jake sees you having a breakdown from your trip to the supermarket.
When you tell him you went there to buy toothpaste but forgot, and when you DID remember, you can't remember if the tube is empty or full despite checking almost every day, his heart breaks.
Jake would hold you and comfort you, feeling guilty that he was the one causing you so much distress.
After that, he will have a totally different view of you and your chronic condition.
Jake will just silently do his job if he ever sees you forgetting something or leaving something randomly on the kitchen table.
He listens to you talk about 50 hobbies and plenty more.
Jake learns how to adapt just fine; your condition doesn't define you; you're his lover, not a burden.
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missmeinyourbones · 2 years
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omg?? Why did the cheating ask lowkey ruin my night, can I request the way aot boys show affection to cancel it out :(
this has been in my inbox for ages now lol im sorry for the late response but NAURRRR not the ruining your night (in reference to this post) im sorry baby here are some fluffy and nice affection hcs for u <3 thanks for being patient w me 
we all know that eren bites. LMFAOOOOO the sky is blue, grass is green, and eren is a biter. he’s an aries, he radiates love as aggression vibes. he shows you physical affection by gently biting down on any area of your skin that he can reach in the moment. he just sees you and gets this indescribable urge to bite??? like a ur so cute i need to release my love in a physical manner so biting will have to do kinda thing. his fav places to nibble on are ur neck, cheeks, fingers, and thighs. honorable mentions include your stomach and ankles. ANNOYING MAN.
armin genuinely says “i love you” like 50 times a day. he says it after everything he does LMFAOOOOOO like yeah the normal person says it a few times, maybe when they wake up/go to sleep, leave the house, a few random times in the day. no, you literally hand armin his coffee (something you get him EVERY DAY) and its “thank you, i love you” he comes into your office and is like “hey, i love you, wanna watch a movie later?” you ask him for an opinion on an outfit and hes like “hm i like the blue one but i love you so much” like WHATTTTT???? it ends EVERY TEXT conversation even if its the quickest question you need to ask “hi! where did you put the kettle?” “hi baby, probably in the cabinet to the right of the fridge” “ok found it, thank you, i love you” he cant help himself he needs it to be said !!! >:(
jean always has a hand on you, somewhere and somehow. it becomes such a normal thing that you dont even notice it or think twice about it sometimes??? it started w simple things like holding your hand on the dinner table or resting his palm on the small of your back, guiding you as you walk. but the more established your relationship gets, the weirder and more often the touches occur. he sleeps with a hand flat across your lower stomach, dangerously close to the hem of your underwear. he makes sure ur legs are always resting on top of his lap when youre laying on the couch. he rests a hand on ur forehead when ur reading. he does that thing that you do in elementary school where you touch the tip of someones elbow so lightly while theyre doing something so they dont feel it and then you look at them and ur like “im touching you, can you feel that?” hes mentally 6 
connie is the world’s biggest kisser. he kisses. anywhere, anytime. he kisses your forehead when you’re standing in line at the grocery store waiting to check out. he kisses your ankle when you’re laying on the couch watching a movie. he kisses your shoulder when you’re cooking in the kitchen and shoo him away from your workspace. he cant help himself, he loves how versatile kissing is. how sometimes the two of you can lazily make out for HOURS, and not have it lead to anything but simply loving on one another and feeling your skin against his lips. he also loves how other times, it can be a quick and wordless gesture of i love you. a quick kiss in the morning as he goes to class, or one when youre a little mad at him and he pecks your lips to check in. hes so sweet i wanna pop him like a bubble
you tell reiner something once and he will literally never forget it. mans is like an elephant, he has an insane memory. he remembers every single detail about you, no matter how big or small and stupid you think it might be. ofc he knows all of the basics--your coffee order, your allergies, your preferred side of the bed, etc. any partner would know those things, he knows the insanely observant stuff like how when you eat trail mix you avoid all of the raisins, so he eats those first so you dont have to. he knows that you always order a large coffee, but only ever finish a mediums worth of it, so he orders a large but puts it in a medium cup and saves the rest for later if you want it (which he knows you wont). he folds the sheets in the specific way you like, because you dont like your feet to hang off the edge of the bed but want them to be loose enough to move freely underneath them. hes INSANE when it comes to details about you, megamind if you will
porco prioritizes you over literally anything else in his life. hes so quick to cancel his plans if it means hanging out w you or doing something for you LMFAOOOO. he has plans to go to the gym but youre like baby wanna watch a movie? and hes changing into his pajamas like FUCK YEA I DO <3 or he told reiner he’d go to a baseball game w him but then you wake up with a stomach ache and hes like “nope, sorry i cant go, my baby doesnt feel well” even when ur like porco im literally fine just go, he refuses. you tell him youre gonna study for a test ur nervous about and hes automatically like i’ll help you and ur like dont you have ur own class rn? and hes like yeah but fuck it ill skip and help you make flashcards ???? boy go to class 
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salchat · 9 months
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“So…”  Dean licked the grease off his fingers one by one - that had been the best bacon.  “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
Cas’s bacon sandwich paused on its way to his mouth.  He frowned.  “Am I expected to sing a response?”
“No!  It’s from Frozen.  You know, the one with Elsa and Anna and that snowman-dude?  Let it go?”
Cas glanced down at his sandwich.
“Not the sandwich, the song - Let it go.”  Dean cleared his throat:  “Let it go, let it go, can’t hold it back anymore!”
“Can’t hold what back?”
This definitely deserved an eye-roll.  “Are you winding me up?  We watched Frozen, didn’t we?  You remember?  When Jack went through his Disney princess phase.”
“Oh.”  Cas smeared his sandwich around the rim of his plate to pick up a blob of ketchup.  Ketchup on bacon.  Now there was an abomination, in Dean’s opinion.  “I recall the phase,” said Cas.  “But the movies have all blended together in my mind.  So many songs.  So many colours.  So many strangely-proportioned animated characters.”  He leant toward Dean.  “The over-large eyes were most intimidating.  And the tiny waists.”  
Cas’s eyes were very large and very blue.  It crossed Dean’s mind that he’d look good in a ballgown.
“Yeah, well, anyway - Do you wanna build a snowman?”
Cas glanced toward the window.  “Does it have to be a man?”
Dean’s eyes were going to roll right out of their sockets in a minute.  “No.  It can be a snow anything.  I just thought it’d be fun to go out and, you know - play around a bit.  Have you ever played in the snow?”
“No, Dean.  Have you?”
“Of course.  Not for a while.  A long time.”  He scratched the side of his jaw.  He hadn’t shaved in a few days.  Maybe he should just let it grow.  Let it grow, let it grow.  When was the last time he’d been somewhere it’d snowed and he’d had time to lob a few hard-packed snowballs at his brother?  “It snowed one time at Bobby’s.”
Cas took Dean’s plate and stacked it on his own.  “Humans need time to play.” He reached out to clear away the ketchup bottle, but paused, his long fingers turning it around in place, his eyes unfocussed, a small soft smile lifting one side of his lips.  “They used to play all the time. There was a settlement by a lake and I’d hover in the morning mist and watch them as they came out of their cave.  The little ones would always be first, running around in circles and making the birds fly up around me.  The adults would be slower - preparing food, helping the elderly… but they were just as lighthearted as the little ones.  There was always laughter, always a song or a story, always a way to make the work of gathering or hunting into a game.  Their lives were so simple.  So full of joy.”
Their cave?  Dean held tight to the handle of his coffee mug.  The old wooden table was solid beneath his elbow, the chair wobbled slightly as he shifted, either because the legs were uneven or the floor was.
“You’re one of them now.  One of us.”  Would he always doubt?  Would there always be that little niggling feeling that one day, Cas would decide, ‘enough with the human crap,’ and find a way to get his wings back?
The empty coffee mug was pulled gently from his grasp and two warm hands enfolded his.
“Dean.”
He looked up.  And you’d think all those memories would show in Cas’s eyes.  You’d think it’d be like staring down an endless tunnel, or like that bit in Doctor Who where the kid Time Lords get forced to look into the time vortex.  You’d think it’d be like being a gnat under a microscope.  But it was just Cas.  Just Cas, looking at Dean - and he had a smear of ketchup on his chin.
Dean smiled.  “Let’s go outside.”
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variousqueerthings · 3 months
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also, to be that guy who's obsessed with the mythologisation of dr james barry for a second (it's been awhile on this blog I feel), I was interested in how casanova the tv show felt like a deliberate play with myth through the framing and the anachronisms and the lighting and the blocking and and and -- and how casanova himself is a heavily mythologised person, to the point that my partner asked me if he was real before we started
I feel like there's a similarity in ideas in dr james barry and casanova -- they were both adored and reviled, talked up and talked down depending on the agendas of whoever was spreading their tale, both with larger-than-life personas and adventures that seemed to teeter out in the later years as the traits that served them in youth (brashness, stubbornness, laissez-faire attitude around money, very specific ideas around how to live that didn't mesh with the laws and morals of society around them, a genius that in youth is considered prodigy-like... etcetc) (the details, of course, are different) became something that others were embarrassed about/didn't respond to as they aged and lost their connections
(also this is tv-show, so I don't know until I read the diaries, but they both seemingly had a manservant with whom they were very close/came with them on their various journeys)
casanova has the distinction of having a set of diaries that allow one to peruse primary material at ones leisure, so despite being someone whom one might only know from a particular re-telling or history book or even just as an idea, there is some power in being the main teller of his own story
which dr james barry of course doesn't really have. I feel like I read somewhere that he had more private letters that were lost at sea (which whenever I have that memory of having read that, I squint and wonder if I'm not participating in the mythologisation myself), but certainly the majority of what we think we know about him is either from others' opinions of him or just plain wrong/written after his death
in my head though, I think out of the many many biography-type movies and tv shows I've seen, the casanova show might be the closest to something I'd imagine for barry -- not for the same story, of course (the years of their lives also barely overlapped, but my special interest brain did note that early napoleonic and post-napoleonic era), but for the presentation. the idea of indulging in the fantasy, of the playing with anachronism, of an interaction with present (our present) and past. and mostly of fun
I think in a lot of the narratives around barry, it's often hard for me to see someone I think would live the life that he lived -- who had fun, who made deliberate, conscious choices that he enjoyed making, who was very passionate about his ideals and medicine and who -- like casanova -- was very much his own man. they're so often so preoccupied with ideas of deception and being found out and imagined projected cisgender anxieties. they often lack fun, and when they do insert their modern lens (in whatever time whatever thing about him was created), it's not to bridge the gap between us and him, to imagine who he'd potentially be if he lived now, it's to inject their personal ideas about what is morally correct to them onto a symbol
and yeah, at this point dr barry is more figure than man, as happens generally to historical people, especially those we remember for Highly Specific Things (like casanova, like barry), and I think it'd be interesting to really engage with that, to go deep into the world barry lived in, and to make him a figure who was cognizant of that world and the structures he was defying, who felt good about the choices he made
there's a certain idk... thematic overlap between the two figures. and that was something I really really enjoyed while watching this
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writebackatya · 5 months
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i wanted to ask, why beauty and the beast as your favorite disney movie? do you have any specific memories with it?
There might be some childhood bias but man I do love the Disney Renaissance era. I was born near the end of that era so I did have a certain fondness. Mind you I have vivid memories watching both Tarzan and Mulan in theaters and the rest on VHS and DVD with my siblings
For the longest time I’d say Aladdin was my favorite Disney movie of all time and I think it might be the one I watched the most, but when I was in my teens Beauty and the Beast became my favorite because it’s just the best in my humble opinion
I love everything about it!
The music numbers are wonderful! The Disney Renaissance in general has a lot of wonderful music!
Every movie from that era I will admit have some bangers. The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Lion King, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, and Mulan; all great stuff! But I admit all of them have song or two that just don’t really do it for me as much as their others. Doesn’t mean I hate them though. (The only songs I genuinely hate out of these movies are Les Poissons from The Little Mermaid and A Guy Like You from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)
But Beauty and the Beast! Every song is a banger and not a drag and moves the story forward! First you got it’s opening number: Belle! I just love it’s energy and how it introduces its main characters! It’s so good it gets another reprise and you don’t know how often I’ve sung “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere” in public. Twice. Once at work
And Gaston!? An amazing villain song. It’s so ridiculous, makes you wanna sing along and do all the voices, and it captures our villain’s scummy ways so well! And the reprise!? So good! Just love how sinister it becomes while still being so jovial!
Be Our Guest!? Yes please! The supporting cast in this movie is so good and this song is a great showcase of these characters, specifically Lumiére and Cogsworth! Lumiére with his excellent showmanship and Cogsworth just slowly getting into while being on the end of a lot of slapstick! Don’t worry, Mrs. Potts will get her time in the spotlight soon but we get a small taste of her singing talents in this one!
And how about Something There!? Whenever it’s a beautiful winter day this song will always play in my head! And it’s funny to think that one of the previous scenes before it was the Beast fighting off those wolves in the snow! When all of that was kinda scary and he was still seen as somewhat of a threat! But look at him now! Birds love him! He has a gentle side! And he sucks at snowball fighting! It’s funny! Oh and his voice! So damn good! And Belle’s singing is still just as beautiful as ever
If we’re talking extended edition I do really enjoy Human Again which is a great addition to the soundtrack! The beast’s servants deserve their own song singing about what they want
And now. The main event. The titular song. Beauty and the Beast sung by Mrs. Potts herself!! God this song is so beautiful! Angela Lansbury’s voice is phenomenal; it’s so loving and caring and soft! (Also absolutely great blend of 2D and 3D animation in this scene! So well done!)
Funny to think about that the final song (besides the reprise) is the Mob Song. But yeah! This song is damn good too! Like I love the Beast but this fear mongering song is such a banger and shows Gaston’s manipulative side so damn well. And let’s not forget the servant’s side as they head into the final battle! Good stuff!
I love all the characters in this movie! Belle is a great protagonist, the Beast has development that you just love to see happen, Gaston is the most fun villain to ever come from Disney, and the supporting characters are great at stealing scenes
I remember there was a time on the internet where everyone just seemed to have this whole “Yo! Fuck the Disney Renaissance movies” and just had a whole bunch bad takes such as Belle being a horrible person, Gaston is a good person, the infamous Stockholm syndrome take. I guess that pushback just made me love it more. Not to say the movie shouldn’t have its critics but i just felt those arguments were always weak and either ignored details from the movie or just added something that wasn’t in the movie
In the 8th grade, I was in my school’s musical of the Disney version! I played Monsieur D’Arque (the asylum guy) and my big solo moment was “He’ll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wonder free”. I was friends with a lot of the leads already so this musical was a lot of fun for me
And recently on my trip to Disney World I got to eat at the Beast’s Castle
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So yeah. I love this movie. It’s my favorite. But I admit there is some bias to it but who cares!? There’s always bias when it comes to opinions
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ultimatepeter-man · 9 months
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Do you have any headcanons/opinions about ultimate spider man's
Adrian Toomes/vulture(question mark) sorry if this is weird.
WHOO! Yeah I do!
Personally, I love it when people with animal powers take on the traits of those animals, so a lot of my headcanons are based on that.
For Adrien:
He likes to nest. He nests all the time. Mostly soft blankets and pillows, and usually somewhere up high.
2. Because he's a vulture, and vultures scavenge, he's usually the last one to eat; he waits until everyone else is finished and picks off the rest of it. The teams have tried to get him to eat with everyone because they feel bad that he's picking through the leftovers, but Adrien is content to scavenge, and eventually they just let him be.
3. Vultures are actually community birds, and actually really enjoys being with the team, even if its just sitting and enjoying their company. The only time he ventures off by himself is when he's scavenging for leftovers.
4. Some vultures can smell death from hundreds of feet up in the air, and so can Adrien. He can pin-point where corpses are, even while flying at high speeds. But he hates it. It doesn't give him good memories, he hates the smell of it, and he tends to avoid those areas as much as possible, even if the smell is sometimes hard to escape. He's helped in rescue missions a lot using this ability of his, but it's not something he enjoys doing. Ever. At all.
5. When Adrien first joins SHIELD Academy, he's very aloof and quiet. He doesn't sit with people, he doesn't talk, and he generally keeps to himself. He has a lot of trauma from being experimented by Otto, manipulated by Taskmaster, and captured/forced into servitude by Hydra. Over time, as he heals and is accepted into the group, he becomes more social, more open.
6. Due to his time with people who've used and manipulated him, he's not used to having positive feedback, or having a choice in what he does.
7. Because he was on Taskmaster's "Thunder Bolts" team with Dagger and Cloak, he actually knows them the most out of everyone. He followed them around the most when he joined SHIELD Academy, and for a while, would only talk to them.
8. This isn't a headcanon, Adrien is just a very, very sad emo birdie and I want him to have happiness.
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chezzywezzy · 2 years
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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (1/6)
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I leaned against Ryan’s shoulder, zoning out completely. We were in the main lodge, sitting by the doorway, sharing earbuds. I wasn’t surprised when the first thing he wanted to do, upon the ‘official’ return of our phones, was listen to Bizarre Yet Bonafide in the open. I knew he was eager to finally listen to the podcast about Hackett’s Quarry itself - even if it was just the retelling of a silly campfire story. I was a fan of the podcast, but I always thought Ryan was the better storyteller. 
Ryan was not a very open individual, but I could tell I’d made his summer a lot easier by being his roommate. Again.
Ryan was humming along, and my eyes flitted up to his expression. He was relaxed. Eyes shut, head back, lips slightly parted. I was an extroverted person, so I liked it when Ryan was happy. That was when it was either when we were together hanging out privately, or he was alone.
Ryan had his legs extended, and mine were pulled to my chest, my arms hugging them. In one hand, he held his phone, and the other was drumming on my knee softly to an invisible tune. We made momentary eye contact, his dark orbs swirling with fondness, before they flustered shut again. However, now that his mouth had shut, a smile tugged at his generally stoic face.
I was about to shut my eyes again, tuning back into the podcast. I loved horror, but I preferred other true-crime podcasts. The two speaker’s voices just… rubbed me the wrong way. It was too high-pitched and annoying. However, Ryan adored them, so I couldn’t help but not voice my opinion. If anything, Bizarre Yet Bonafide was to thank for our friendship at all.
It was funny. The memory of when we first met was fuzzy. However, whenever I asked Ryan, he always recited the same story, as though he knew it like the back of his hand: I walked up to him in the campus cafeteria, where he was sitting alone. I sat next to him and stole an earbud. From there, we bonded over our shared love of mystery, crime, and horror. He was more than excited to introduce me to the podcast.
I suddenly became alert at the sound of distant chatter. Ryan tensed immediately, looking at me with a quirked brow. A grin slowly pulled across my features. I nudged his shoulder, and with half-lidded eyes, he quirked a brow.
“What?”
“I think it’s time to go! Everyone else sounds like they’re out front,” I exclaimed. 
Ryan knew better than no-one that, as much as I loved nature and kids, I missed my family and the privacy of my own bedroom. Ryan probably did too, even though he had a close connection with the Hackett family. We were roommates back in our college town, but I was sure he looked forward to having his own room. Apparently, I snored.
Ryan exhaled quietly and collected his things. We rose to our feet and, out of habit, I entangled my arm with his. He tucked the phone into his pocket and we grabbed our suitcases. As I caught wind of the conversation, though, I tugged on Ryan to make him stop. I’d heard his name. We hovered in the doorway, just out of view from the campers below.
“…Oh, yeah. He’s probably off being all brooding and mysterious and alluring somewhere while Y/n tags along,” Dylan spoke up from below.
I nudged Ryan again, muttering to him, "Hear that? You’re mysterious and alluring. The camp bad boy.”
Ryan only scoffed playfully, and we listened some more.
“Alluring is right,” Kaitlyn seconded. “The girls and I all agreed, Y/n included, mind you, that Ryan was the hottest councilor. Followed by Chris, then you, Dylan, yotta yotta…”
“And where am I on that list?” Jacob piped up.
“The bottom,” Emma snickered, although I already knew the poor guy would take that comment to heart.
“So, you think I’m the hottest?” Ryan mumbled, sending me an amused glance.
I sent a stern look up, since Ryan was incredibly tall. I quipped in return, "No comment.”
“God, where are those two? Making out in a bush?” Kaitlyn complained. Which was enough for me to kick myself out of the doorway and drag Ryan with me.
“Here!” I called from the porch. Everyone’s eyes were glued to us, and I felt Ryan shrink in discomfort. He’d confided in me about his social anxiety before, so it was more of a reason to pull him closer. We arrived at the base of the stairs, and Dylan snickered.
“What were you guys doing up there? Having a party?”
Ryan shrugged, his graphic tee-shirt wrinkling as his arms bobbed. “Uh.. we were listening to a podcast, actually.”
“Oh! A podcast, nice. That’s cool,” Dylan hummed, nodding in a friendly manner. I sent him a smile, which he returned whole-heartedly. Other than Ryan - obviously - I really got along with the boy. Everyone thought he was a braindead himbo, but we’d shared many conversations about biochemistry during our time at camp. We were both total science geeks.
“What’s it about?”
“Yeah, what’s it about? Is it about lo-o-ove?”
The entire summer, the other councilors got a kick out of shipping us together. Ryan always got tense and embarrassed, but I always shrugged it off. I would’ve found it funny if it didn’t make Ryan so embarrassed. His eyes shifted to me, so I could tell he was done talking. 
“As if. What would that even be about?” I chortled. “It’s actually a paranormal podcast. The episode we were listening to was about this place, actually. The… Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
“The who of the whatsit where now?” Kaitlyn inquired further, quirking a brow. “What’s the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?”
“You don’t know about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry?” Dylan sarcastically added. “Tell her about the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry, why don’t you?”
Ryan chuckled, and I was glad Dylan’s positivity was infectious. I continued, "It’s just this campfire story for the kids. It’s, um… the one Ryan told at some point. There’s supposedly an old lady who died in a fire a few years ago. She haunts the woods looking for her lost son. Pretty basic horror stuff. Ryan’s definitely the better story teller.”
“Yeah, uh,” Ryan started, "There are, like, reports of whispers, or whatever, and this figure that floats around. You know, textbook ghost stuff. Some people say that if she catches you alone, she’ll try to turn you into her son. Or, kill you, or something. I don’t know. It’s never really been clear. Anyways, Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
I unlinked my arms and did some ecstatic jazz hands when he finished. Ryan chuckled, although he made sure to wrap his arm around my shoulders loosely.
“Y - you made that up,” Kaitlyn stuttered, somewhat rattled from the explanation. Again, Ryan was a great story teller.
“It’s right here in the podcast, man,” Ryan retorted, pulling his phone out momentarily. 
“Cool story, bro,” Jacob chided. 
“Seriously, though, Y/n’sright. You should’ve seen the first time he told the story at the campfire. They were scarred for life.”
A laugh bubbled in my throat, and Ryan quickly defended, "I mean, not for life…”
“What’s the hold up, Hacketteers?”
Our conversation was cut shot as our attention was drawn up to Chris Hackett, who was leaning on the rails above us. He still adorned his camp uniform and his keychain was strung around his neck. He had a friendly smile on his face, hands clasped together.
“Hey, yeah, uh - we’re nearly done, Mr. H!” Jacob called back, waving enthusiastically.
“Nearly done, huh? Get those butts in gear!” Chris playfully remarked.
“Sorry, Mr. H, we had to liberate some luggage,” Emma agreed.
“Shut up!” Abby hissed in embarrassment.
“Maybe if somebody didn’t spend so much time trying to impress his lady with his ghost story…” Kaitlyn chuckled.
“You asked!” Ryan shot back defensively, and pulling me closer. I had to hop and readjust my footing, not commenting on his tenseness. I knew that, even when spending time with the group all summer, he was still not too familiar with them. Minus Dylan, since he tried really hard to break the barrier.
“Ghost stories?”
“The Hag of Hackett’s Quarry.”
Chris exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. “Ugh.”
“Hey, do you still have the van key, Mr. H?” Kaitlyn asked.
“Why, yes I do!” He stood straight and shuffled through his pockets. He sighed, though. “You know, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t stuck on. Back to the office I go. Give me a hand, wouldn’t you, Ryan?”
Ryan and Chris finally returned, and Ryan had the keys in hand. I stood up straight, crossing my arms in anticipation. As nice as a nature retreat was, I was eager to be in the modern world again. Oh, and to be away from all of the petty camp drama. And, no, I do not mean the kids. I meant the councilors, who had acted like middle schoolers all summer.
“Oh, okay,” Ryan agreed, reluctantly separating from me. He sent me one last glance as he went on his merry way. I watched in amusement as Dylan tried and failed to get his phone charged before we left. While I waited, I hoisted my suitcases into the trunk of the van and leaned against the car. I took note of how my fellow councilors were with each other. Nick and Abby would send fleeting, abashed glances at one another, Jacob looked miserable, Emma was… Emma, and Dylan was talking to Jacob about something silly.
“Wait, how did you get our phone back before the rest of us —" Dylan started.
“Because I never turned it in,” Ryan smugly interrupted.
“You should’ve turned it off before you handed it in, Dylan,” Chris stated. “Them’s the rules, you noob.”
I had a hard time resisting laughter from Chris’s attempted use of modern slang. I figured he got it from the kids. Chris handed Jacob the keys as he walked past. Ryan was quick to saddle up next to me, crossing his arms. Although he was comfortable with Mr. Hackett, it rubbed off now that he’d returned to the group.
“I try not to dwell on the past, man.”
“Good, because it’s time to dwell on the minivan and get on with our respective lives!” Jacob hopped into the front seat and I opened the side door, preparing to hop in. “Move it, let’s go!”
However, the van started making odd noises, and I took a step back with furrowed brows. It kept churning and the engine didn’t start at all. I tilted my head as Chris vocalized everyone’s thoughts.
“What’s the problem?”
“Ugh… dude, I don’t know. I - I think there’s something wrong with the engine, Mr. H,” Jacob answered, waving his arms expectantly.
“Yeah, I can see that.”
“Yeah, dude, it’s just like… kaput!”
Ryan frowned, walking up to the the window immediately. “Alright, let me try.”
“What? Dude, I’m telling you, alright, it’s busted!”
“‘Well, maybe you’re doing it wrong.”
“Duh, 'well maybe you’re doing it wrong’!” Jacob mocked, and Ryan froze in place.
“The fuck, dude?”
“Enough! Enough, both of you,” Chris intervened. “Shit. Come on, let’s go.”
“Alright, dude, chill!”
Chris and Jacob changed places, although it only yielded the same results. I walked over to Ryan, peering into the window with him. I rubbed his back, and his shoulders drooped just enough to satisfy me. However, another problem had clearly arisen as Chris’s expression morphed into stress.
“Damn it! I thought I told you kids to check everything!” he scolded angrily. 
“We did! It should be working…” Kaitlyn squeaked.
“Yeah, well, could and should doesn’t mean it is, does it?” He kept trying the engine, cursing even louder. He finally stepped out of the car, his hands trembling furiously. “Okay. Okay.”
“Well, what’s the big deal?” Jacob mentioned. “We’ll just have to spend another night here. It’s no biggie.”
“No. No!” he boomed. “Just stop. Let me think.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in disscontempt. He paused, and we all watched and waited expectantly. I already knew Ryan wasn’t happy about the prospect. Also, in the back of my mind, I suspected Jacob had something to do with the engine in a frivolous attempt to chase love.
Chris finally halted his pacing. “Okay, okay. You’re right. Yeah, you're right.” He suddenly tossed the keys our way, and Ryan caught them with ease. Confusion was plastered over all of our expressions at his outburst. “Hey, Ryan. Come here for a second.”
As he fled to his jeep, he beckoned the man over. Ryan followed, leaving me and Jacob in awe at the change of plans. I couldn’t hear much of what Chris had said, but as the jeep started up, I assumed Ryan would relay the information. Ryan was uneasy as the jeep sped away.
“Lock the doors!” Chris shouted. “And for god’s sake, keep the noise down!”
“So… what was that all about?” I inquired, and everyone’s attention went to Ryan.
“He, uh… said to stay inside. That we’re not leaving until the morning,” Ryan answered, scratching the side of his head in bewilderment.
“Are. You. Kidding. Me?” Emma sighed in irritation. 
“Em-m-m,” Jacob flirtatiously cooed.
“Are you kidding me? What are we supposed to do?” Emma boomed suddenly.
“Well, we should go inside. Like he said,” Ryan insisted.
“We could go inside until morning,” Dylan agreed. “Or… Or we could do something else.”
“What… are you talking about?”
“No Mr. Hackett. No screaming kids. Just a bunch of grown-ass adults ready to cut loose and get down with their animal side.”
“Oh-h-h, hell yeah!” Jacob cheered, catching on immediately.
“P-A-R-T-Y. Why the fuck not? It seems like the stars have aligned for us, no?”
Ryan was shaking his head insistently. I distanced myself from the van, joining the circle. His jaw was clenched and I could tell he was not on board. However, I clapped my hands in excitement, earning a glare from the boy.
“I’m totally down!” I agreed instantly. 
“Okay, okay, okay…”
“One last epic bonfire blowout for all time,” Dylan continued. 
“Jesus Christ,” Jacob grumbled.
He allowed us to collect our thoughts. Nobody was disagreeing, much to my joy. However, that was cut short by Ryan. “I don’t think he was just trying to freak us out, Jacob. I think he was really freaked out by something.”
“Chris seemed really serious about this, guys.”
Dylan shook his head. “Y/n, you’re in, obviously. Come on, Ryan. Just say you’re in. One last night won’t hurt any of us. He won’t even know.”
“Yeah, but I promised —"
“No, no, dude. It’s all good. Alright, we get it, you know,” Jacob taunted. “You, uh, don’t want to disappoint ‘daddy’.”
“Someone’s got to give a shit, dude —" Ryan aggressively continued, but I cut him off.
“He’s in, guys.” Ryan sent me a glare as I placed a hand on his shoulder. I sent him a reassuring smile. “Ryan, it’ll be fine. What do we have to worry about, bears?”
“Alright, alight, alright, Hacketteers! Party planning committee. Let’d do this! Um, okay,” Jacob began. “First things first. Nick and Abby, you go get some firewood. Um, Emma and I will go to the store for some supplies. And, uh, Dylan and Y/n, you just… I don’t know, figure out how to charge the phones or something. Alright, let’s do this!”
I was completely hyped for the party, a grin spreading on my face. Ryan still had a firm frown, but Dylan and I exchanged glances. We knew exactly what to do.
As the group dispersed, I grabbed both Ryan and Dylan’s arms, pulling us together. Ryan tug for freedom, suspicion laced in his eyes. I didn’t give him the chance to be a negative Nancy, though. “Ryan, you have the keys to Mr. Hackett’s lodge. Care to escort us?”
Ryan scoffed. “We’re already breaking enough rules as it is, Y/n —"
“Rules were meant to be broken, my friend,” Dylan chimed in, tugging us in the general direction of the office. 
Ryan sighed, caving, and we were off. Dylan was bursting with excitement, vocalizing his hopes that Jacob and Emma stumbled across some alcohol. Ryan was silent the whole walk. We finally arrived at the office and he pulled out the keys, unlocking the door. It swung open.
Dylan hopped into the room, leaving me and Ryan to linger in the doorway. “Alright… the inner sanctum!”
“It’s just an office.”
“This is where the magic happens,” he insisted, holding up his phone. 
“Yeah. Let’s just make this quick.” Ryan ushered me in, closing the door behind us. 
I wandered over to the desk curiously. I couldn’t help but pick up a family portrait of Chris and his kids. Ryan talked about them often, since he had a close, personal connection, but I’d only met them a few times. They seemed sweet, though.
“So… podcasts?” 
I set the frame back down, turning and leaning on the desk as I watched them engage in conversation. I appreciated how Dylan was trying to break down Ryan’s walls. He was going down the right path, too, since it was the same podcast that did it for our friendship.
Ryan nodded, straining a smile. “Yeah.”
“Alright.” He paused, trying to find a way to continue the conversation. “Uh, what’s it called? The one you’re listening to right now?”
“Uh, Bizarre Yet Bonafide.”
“So, like, ghosts and stuff?”
Ryan scratched his neck. “It’s like… the weird and wonderful.” Dylan had opened the dam, much to my joy. “Digging up weird mysteries and discussing if they’re, well, bonafide.”
“‘Boner’ fide. Get it? Boner? Heh.”
“God, you’re such a child,” I giggled, embarrassed by how much he’d secretly made me laugh. Ryan glanced at me, while Dylan sent me finger guns. 
“Your wit knows no bounds.”
“So… should we check out what Mr. H keeps in his private den of sin?”
“Ah, I don’t know, man. I feel weird going through his stuff.”
“Okay, well, I don’t. I mean, come on, what kind of dirty secrets does the owner of a summer camp have anyways?”
Ryan scoffed, his eyes sending me a plea. “You’ve got my back, don’t you, Y/n? It’s a little mean to snoop around.”
Both of their eyes remained on me. I bit my lip and shrugged. “I always have your back, Ryan. Except now. Because I have a hunch that Mr. Hackett has a secret stash of beer in this room as we speak.”
“Hell yeah, he does. Or maybe a sex dungeon!”
“Escandelo.”
Ryan sighed, leaning against the wall. The keys were dangling in his hand. Dylan walked around the desk, inspecting the contents. I went over and plopping in the wheeled chair, laying back to relax. I for one would leave the exploration up to Dylan and his beautiful brain. And I would leave the brooding to Ryan, because at this point, he was pretty darn good at it.
I giggled as I spun in the chair, which made Ryan join me by the desk. “I could get used to this chair, baby-y-y.”
Ryan snickered, gazing at me fondly. “You better hope Mr. H doesn’t catch you taking his baby out for a joyride.”
Dylan went over to the bedroom door, but to his chagrin, it was locked. He tried the handle again with a pout. Ryan’s attention was brought back to the man, all fondness from his eyes fading. It wasn’t hard to tell he wasn’t having a good time.
“Yo, my guy, toss me the keys.”
“Uh, so you can poke around in Chris’s private area?”
“I’m sorry, is that something that only you’re allowed to do?”
Ryan scowled.
“Come on, what’s the harm in looking? You’re not a little bit curious? I’m not going to touch anything.”
“Sure you will, Dylan,” I chuckled fro the sidelines.
“…Fine. Don’t let me regret it.”
Ryan tossed him the keys, which Dylan caught with ease. He unlocked the door before tossing them back. I leaned my head against the chair and shut my eyes. Ryan walked off, but ruffled my hair before doing so. I wasn’t surprised that he was accompanying Dylan. 
I was convinced that if Ryan was a little more openminded, he and Ryan would have great chemistry.
“Woah, hey…!”
“Hey, hey! Maybe we shouldn’t…”
I listened from the sidelines as they explored the other room. The conversation quickly died off. I still heard it from a distance, but it seemed they were exploring some sort of bathroom. I let them explore. I was planning on saving a nap for the ride home, but now that that wasn’t happening anytime soon…
“Hey, we’re all done here.”
I gasped, startled at the close proximity Ryan was at. He was right beside the chair, while Dylan was cheekily standing with his phone in hand. Ryan laughed at my reaction, but I was quick to hop to my feet. 
“It’s not that cool —"
“God, Y/n, you won’t believe what we found —"
“Mr. H has a secret room in his closet! All sorts of security cameras are set up around the camp. Plus, he has all sorts of blueprints. Isn’t that weird as hell?”
“Damn, really? I want to see —"
“No, nope,” Ryan interjected again, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “We should be off then. For someone who’s looking to party, though, you can’t seem to stay awake.”
I pouted, sending the man a playful glare. “You guys were taking forever. And Dylan, you can’t tell me there wasn’t even one bottle of beer around?”
“Nope. Notta. Except for his deep dark secrets, Mr. H is incredibly dull.”
I groaned, allowing the pair and I to leave. I was still little tired out, but once we joined the group again, I knew my energy would be up. There was a pep in my step, although Ryan always made sure to calm me down regardless. We sauntered up to the campfire, where Kaitlyn had just finished taking a photo.
“Hey Kaitlyn, guess what! Mr. H is a voyeuristic creep,” Dylan declared, separating from us. Ryan immediately sighed, but I giggled, indicating that the man had been doing. “He has hidden cameras everywhere, and a secret room.”
“No, that’s not —"
“Back up. What?”
“His eyes are everywhere. He’s always watching us.”
“Well, actually, he just watches the trails,” I spoke up. “He’s probably keeping an eye out for stray campers and bears.”
“Exactly, Y/n. Thank you.”
“Oh.” Kaitlyn backed down, no longer caring about the new information.
“So, uh… what’s going on here? Everything ready?” Ryan inquired awkwardly.
“I did see a weird light in the treehouse across the lake,” Kaitlyn admitted. “It was pretty spooky. Maybe it’s that Hag you’re so obsessed with.” Ryan laughed haughtily, but Kaitlyn continued, "You know, I just realized we may never see each other again after tonight. I mean, other than you two, since you literally live with each other, but…”
“You’re just realizing that?” Dylan chuckled.
“I’m just trying to set the mood!”
Dylan plopped down on some wood, fetching a playlist on his phone. Ryan pulled me over to sit too, and I leaned against his shoulder as we waited. It was just in time, too, because Nick and Abby rejoined the group. And right after, with a goddamn wheelbarrow, Jacob and Emma appeared.
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Osamu's Eternal Summer
Miya Osamu x fem!reader
This fic has stayed a wip for almost a year but some friends encouraged me to finish it so here you have it!
Disclaimerb Fluff; Angst; Social Anxiety; Anxiety; childhood throwback; Childhood Memories; Childhood Friends; Words mentioned but nothing described: orgy and suspected abuse; one bed trope; Osamu is a gentle boy; Osamu is a gentleman; First Kiss; Indirect Marriage Proposal; there is no smut in this :)
Words: 4.7 Ao3 link
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The first thing one would see when they entered the house was a kitchen. Pretty weird for a two-floor house, but the rent was worth it for the young brothers still in college, of whom only one had a job.
It was often that Atsumu, the more popular twin, would organise get-togethers, and that night had been planned days ahead. The other one, Osamu, didn't particularly enjoy his brother’s shenanigans, yet again they didn’t include, nor disturb him in any direct way. Plus, Atsumu had the first floor all to himself and his friends, so they kept out of Osamu’s business. This time, though, eight people were a little too much even for Osamu’s patience. He had to go to work the next day, after all.
With a short dismissive wave of his hand, Atsumu flicked off his shoes at the entrance and headed for the indoor stairs, disappearing into the floor of the other level while his brother protested. Osamu’s relationship with his brother was not much different from other twins, or simply other siblings. He would give 'Tsumu a blood transfusion, an organ or money whenever he needed, but man, he hated whenever his brother would bring girls home–another one every time. He didn’t like the way 'Tsumu was enjoying his college years, and he had told him many times, but 'Tsumu had just as much control over his free will as 'Samu did.
“I never bother you, you never hear a sound and I have a full stack of condoms. And I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Atsumu would say whenever they had a fight.
Four girls and four boys definitely meant an orgy. His brother hadn’t named it per se, but 'Samu knew what was going to happen. The only thing he had to tolerate was those people coming inside the house through the front door. Once they were upstairs and the door closed, he could just as well pretend they were not there.
However, once the doorbell rang, the welcoming fell on his shoulders. Atsumu was probably still in the shower when his guests arrived, therefore Osamu wiped his hands on the cloth hanging by his apron’ pocket and opened the door.
“Down the hallway, up the stairs, shut the door behind you,” he said to the big group of people standing on the doormat and staring at him.
“Woah… You look so much alike,” one of the girls said.
“Yeah, but we’re nothing alike in personality,” 'Samu replied and moved from the door to let them enter the house.
The group followed the grey-haired twin’s instructions and disappeared from his sight almost instantly. None of the boys were strangers to Atsumu’s house; they have been there many times before, unlike the girls, who seemed new. Great, four new ones, 'Samu thought. The last person that entered the house–a girl–seemed a bit uneasy and 'Samu could see the distress on her face. At a second look, he had the feeling she knew her from somewhere.
“Are you ok?” he asked her when she passed by him.
“Yeah, I’m ok, thanks for asking,” she answered and followed the rest of the group upstairs.
Some time later, as he washed the dishes, 'Samu heard the upstairs door open and paused. It was quite improbable for 'Tsumu’s friends to leave that early, so his curiosity got spiked. Nonetheless, he pretended not to care and continued in his activity.
“Hey… do you mind if I stay here a bit until my uber driver arrives?” the anxious girl stood in the doorframe of the kitchen.
Osamu recognized the voice from earlier, so he didn’t care to look at her.
“Sure.”
“Thanks…”
The girl sat at the round table in the kitchen and scrolled through her phone to avoid an awkward silence. However, there was nothing interesting on any of her social media dashboards, so the setting became weird anyway. She locked the screen and tapped her nails on the table.
“What smells this good?” she asked despite seeing the cake in the oven.
With a disapproving look on his face, Osamu turned his torso a bit and answered in a slightly harsh tone. “Food,” he barked. “Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It’s an apple cake,” he rectified, softening his voice after he saw the girl’s obvious anxiety.
“Smells really good, I’d say I want a piece but if I eat anything, I’d vomit,” she replied, forcing a laugh.
The more he looked at the girl, the clearer it was for 'Samu that something was keeping her on edge. “Are you sure you’re ok?” he asked again, just like he did when she put her first step over the threshold. “Did something happen up there?”
“N-no… Yes, well, not really. I left before anything could… happen,” the girl answered, looking away, full of shame.
At this point, Osamu was thinking that something really bad happened and he felt so ready to go up there and confront his brother for doing, or being accomplice to, such an outrageous thing. He turned off the tap, wiped his hands and reclined on the counter. His body ached to comfort the girl but him being a man and touching her, even if without malicious intent, seemed inappropriate at that moment.
“Shit, no, no, no!” she cussed suddenly when a notification popped up on her phone.
“What’s wrong?”
“My uber driver just cancelled the ride!” she answered angrily and scared while pressing the “search a car” button with no results. “What the fuck am I going to do now?” The girl locked the phone and threw it on the table, all while beginning to bite at one of her knuckles.
“Hey, calm down. Here,” 'Samu said in a gentle tone, pouring her a glass of water. He sat on the other side of the table and watched her carefully, displaying a concerned but kind look. “It’s fine, you’re going to find a car later, calm down. Could you please tell me what happened up there? If they did anything to you, I will handle it.”
“What? No… no. Uhm, you got the wrong idea. I knew what I was getting myself into, like, my friend told me what we were coming here for and I thought it might be interesting but… I just can’t. Although everything seemed consensual I just… couldn’t, you know? Not only do I feel nothing for those boys, your brother included, but also I simply can’t do it in such a setting…”
She explained herself and, although her laugh was nervous, Osamu calmed down a tad, now certain that she hasn’t been abused, she was just cringing really hard. He scoffed into a laugh and then kept smiling at her.
“I have a suggestion. The cake timer shows two minutes left. You can grab a piece if you want and then look for another uber. What do you say?”
“You’re nicer than your brother, aren’t you?” The girl supposed out of the blue, looking straight into his ash-like eyes.
The compliment took 'Samu by surprise, so he blurted out a laugh; even looked away from her. Why were there butterflies in his guts? He didn’t even know that girl, and barely met her half an hour ago.
“I guess so. Many people don’t even know 'Tsumu has a twin, let alone that he’s nicer than him,” he answered, standing up from the table to turn off the oven.
Minutes later, both of them dived in a little plate with cake, throwing glances at each other now and then. Unsure what to talk about, Osamu kept silent. He analysed the girl across the table, noticed that she was foreign and very beautiful. Something about her seemed familiar, nevertheless he blamed it on his exhaustion.
“What’s your name?” the girl asked.
“Osamu.”
“Do all twins around the world have complementary names or names that rhyme? I’m Kaya.”
“Nice to meet you, Kaya.”
She was obviously feeling more comfortable if she cracked that joke. Osamu was relieved and decided to continue to behave casually. He cut another piece of pie and refilled her glass. He knew it would be rude to remind her she was searching for an uber, but the more she would wait into the night, the more difficult and dangerous it would be to find a car.
“Do you want me to look for a car? I would drive you but today out of all days I left my car at work.”
“Oh, right, you’re right,” she sucked her fingertips clean and grabbed the phone. There was no car available, Osamu could figure it out from the look on the girl’s face, but there was nothing he could do to help. “Do you… by any chance, have a guest room? I don’t think I’ll find a car until the morning.”
A guest room? Osamu raised a brow and leaned back in the chair. That girl was different from the other ones Atsumu brought home, but somehow didn’t seem that innocent anymore.
“We don’t. The only people who ever stayed the night here did it in mine or my brother’s bed, or our sister but that time Tsumu and I shared his room, you get the idea.”
“I see… well, I guess I’ll take the bus?” Kaya posed a rhetorical question and shrugged briefly.
“Are you serious? You were distressed by being in a room full of men where everything was consensual but you want to take the night bus God knows how many stations?”
“I can’t go back upstairs, Osamu. Not even after they…” she cringed again and shook her head. “I’ll be fine,” she added and sat up.
In the blink of an eye, Osamu was on his feet, blocking the exit. He had a strange feeling in his guts that he should not let that girl go. The familiarity from before only emphasised and it seemed like if he let her go in that moment, he would never see her again.
“I won’t let you go anywhere. It’s not safe, Kaya.”
Tall, pretty, smelling like home and displaying genuine concern, Osamu made Kaya melt away. She put on a smile and rested her hands on her hips.
“Did you fall for me, Miya?” she asked, in a ludicrous tone.
The question surprised the young man and he laughed, to mask the startling of all his insides. He pointed with his chin at the table, to which they returned. The cake was good, but actual food was a better idea, so Osamu fished some ingredients out of the fridge to satiate their bellies.
“Thank you for the meal,” Kaya said, reclining in her chair.
Still chewing, Osamu just bowed his head. Unlike the first moments with her in the kitchen, during dinner they talked a lot. She told him where she was from and why she moved to Japan, they talked about their lives in general—Kaya in a little bit more detail, but that didn’t bother Osamu—and they ended up bonding over shared interests. Fed and calm, awake way past her bedtime, Kaya began losing her clear sight and let her head fall in her palm, elbow prompted on the table.
“You’re tired. You should rest, come on,” Osamu invited. He stood up and offered his hand.
“Do you want to take me to your bed, Miya?” Kaya asked with a cheeky smile, grabbing his forearm instead since she could barely see anything anymore.
Osamu found it curious that the girl put her entire trust in him in just a few hours. Indeed he had no intention of harming her, and they did connect in a way he hadn’t experienced before, but being sleepy in the presence of a stranger, with no fear-powered ability to counter the exhaustion, could only mean she felt safe with him. It made him happy, a happiness that caught him whole, that he could not attribute an explanation to; a happiness he hadn’t felt since… a lifetime ago.
“Yes, it’s more comfortable than the kitchen table.”
“Ok,” she muttered, following him into the room. She did not protest when he sat her on the bed. She watched him through clouded eyes as he searched in the wardrobe and looked from the shirt in his hand back to his eyes a few times. “What’s this for?”
“Do you want to sleep in tight jeans and a crop top?”
Kaya looked down at her, re-acknowledging her outfit and then she snorted. Her hand grabbed the white cotton shirt and frowned at ‘Samu. “Do you intend to watch me undress?” But by the time she finished her question–in the slow motion of her mouth, it took the words awfully long to clack against her teeth and come into existence–Osamu was already closing the door behind him. She smiled to herself and proceeded to change into that piece of clothing, but not before she squeezed it to her chest, inhaled its perfume and wondered where she knew the smell from, why it was such an old and unaccessed memory in her brain.
A little while later, after tidying up the kitchen and changing into sleepwear in the bathroom, Osamu knocked on the bedroom door. No response could only mean the girl fell asleep. He paced inside, squinting his eyes at the TV light scattering across the otherwise dark room. After a quick scan he found the remote controller faintly grasped in Kaya’s hand. Since she was at the furthest end of the bed, backed against the wall, Osamu had to crawl on the bed to take it.
“Mno…” Kaya mumbled and squeezed the remote in her fingers.
Her eyes opened just briefly but as soon as she saw him, a weak smile coated her lips. Osamu’s heart skipped a beat. In a stranger’s house, in a stranger’s bed, pulled from subconsciousness, the girl was happy to see him. The more he looked at her, the more he felt like he should be recognizing her, yet no explanation came to mind.
“Ok, I’ll leave it on,” he whispered, figuring she might be afraid of the dark, which was not to blame given the situation. He retracted his hand and moved away, only to feel her hand clutch his wrist.
“Stay?”
Eyebrows in the same colour as his hair shot up and his lips parted a tad. He nodded and moved to lay on the bed, next to her. He allowed a decent space between them, but his diligence was short-lived as Kaya scooted closer, stuck her cheek to his shoulder and draped an arm over his abdomen. Osamu gasped inaudibly but his body did not tense up. The touch was more than habitual, in some way, his body welcomed it as if it had missed it for aeons. The only natural thing he felt like doing and did, was to drape his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in the crook of his neck. Kaya swelled her chest, glueing it to his in the process, then fell right back to the peaceful sleep.
He could not touch eyelash to eyelash. He got a hold of the remote and surfed the channels a bit until he found something to gaze at. Although the show was one of his favourites, Osamu paid no attention to it, because his mind wheels spun and spun, a futile attempt to sort through his memories, to place the girl from his arms in any of them. Kaya had not existed in his mind, in his life, in his world at any point in his life, he was sure of that. He remembered names and faces of colleagues from middle school even, but there was no trace of this girl.
Awakened more than twelve hours ago, having gone to work, having to go to work again in the morning, subjecting his mind to immense effort, Osamu eventually got tired. His eyelids fell heavy eventually and he allowed himself to sink in the bed. The hand he had on Kaya’s shoulder started moving on its own accord, tracing soft circles on the roundness, pulling the sleeve up to feel the skin. Their chests moved up and down in sync, Kaya’s hair emanated a perfume Osamu knew, the little rebel strands tickled his jawline just like her breath warmed the skin on his neck. The reality put Osamu in a trance, made him believe this has been his life so far, made him think this night wasn’t the first of its kind, made him feel like they’ve been together forever. This silly and pleasant thought evolved in his half-asleep state and Osamu reached his other hand to play with the girl’s fingers that were spread over his chest. The silly and pleasant thought gave him the impression he will find a ring on her finger, the ring he put there long ago.
Osamu’s eyes shot open when he felt a metallic band on Kaya’s finger. He looked down at her hand, in complete awe to learn it was her ring finger that he was feeling up. It wasn’t a wedding ring, but a simple silver band, shaped as a feather at one end. Like the first lightning strikes the night’s darkness, sudden and powerful, alerting every villager still awake, the same way the realisation hit Osamu. He had seen that ring once before and never since. He smiled, scoffed and shook the thought away. It couldn’t be true. It was just a product of his imagination, of his tired mind that tricked him unintentionally, mixing all sorts of images saved from a few previous days with the already stored memories, birthing an intricate dream. Nevertheless, he fell prey to it as he succumbed to sleep, fingers intertwined with Kaya’s.
The sun had barely emerged from the sea, made its surface sparkle with millions of white diamonds. The water was not warm enough for a human to enter it, so Osamu was not allowed to. His brother asked him to go build a sand-castle and his parents encouraged it, but Osamu would rather walk down the beach, looking for exquisite sea shells. Given the permission to wander the empty beach, the little boy let his steps carry him away, across some gulf rocks. There, in a little hole, a smaller gulf, a girl was trying to reach a shell caught between some rocks. Osamu went over, only saying hi in a whisper, and helped the girl. From the looks of it, she was the same age as him. They vibed with each other from the first moment, and their unexpected friendship flourished throughout that vacation.
Every morning when his family arrived on the beach, Osamu looked for his new friend. Every evening he went on and on to his twin and their parents about the girl, about their adventures, about what fish they saw, what shells they gathered, what algae caught on their toes. Atsumu did not understand why his brother would choose to spend his entire day with a silly girl instead of playing volleyball with him and the other boys from the hotel, but on their third day there, he abandoned his initial plan to convince Osamu.
On Thursday, the 5th day of the vacation, the girl hurt her leg in a broken shell. Using his whole force of a 9 years old boy Osamu carried her to the airbnb where her parents were. He then learned that, just like him, the girl could not shut up about her new friend she met by the sea. Next day she did not come to the beach and Osamu worried. Early morning on Saturday, Osamu walked the length of the beach, gazed towards where she had taken her, then let the sun blind his eyes momentarily from the water surface. The thought of not seeing her again before leaving the island burdened the child more than it should. He sat in the little gulf where they met and hoped she’d come. After some time, the silly baseball cap his mother forced him to wear if he wanted to stay on the beach at noon could no longer shelter him from the powerful sun rays. He got up with his mind set on going to her doorstep to check on her and, perhaps, say his goodbye. Before that, though, he tried to find the prettiest shell nearby, to give it to her as a parting gift. At a second thought, he dived, because the sea always keeps the prettiest shells to herself. He was sure to find the one on the bottom. Right before he reached his limit without oxygen, Osamu noticed something glimmering in the sand. He grabbed it and shot upwards, taking a big breath when the breeze hit him.
His grey eyes, now so full of hope, saw the girl waving from the beach. Her foot was not bandaged anymore, but he returned to the beach quickly, to make sure she didn't step in the water and get hurt again–he had seen some rocks right there on the shore. She was as happy as him when they hugged. Oblivious to the boy’s feelings, the girl proposed another adventure, as if nothing changed. Osamu agreed, how could he not.
The foam of the waves only reached their feet as they laid on the warm sand, basking in the evening glow of the sun. It was a recurrent thing to touch each other’s hands. They had to do it while climbing the rocks they imagined as being the tallest mountains, while descending back into the gulf they assumed to be the lowest pit of the world; when the girl pretended to be a mermaid that saved the sailor and then again when they were pirates and their ship–an inflatable little boat–was sunk by the kraken and he saved the captain’s life. Therefore now, on the beach, at dusk, when their hands grabbed again, it shouldn’t have been different.
“We’re leaving tomorrow,” Osamu said.
“We are supposed to leave tonight.”
The boy was surprised and he sat up. “Really? Then why are you here?”
“I told them I didn’t say goodbye.”
Osamu’s mouth dropped open but then he laughed. “I was sad because I thought I wouldn’t get to say goodbye. I’m happy we have the chance. You’re my friend.”
“But I don’t want to say goodbye,” the girl’s lip quivered a bit.
Osamu shrugged. “Vacations don’t last forever, I guess. But maybe we’ll meet again on the next vacation.”
At her 9 years old, the girl already knew her parents never went to the same place on a vacation. The world was so vaste and the life of a human so short, there was not enough time to see it all, perhaps not even if you only went once to each place. But she could not voice her thoughts. The boy seemed so confident they would meet again, she did not want to ruin his happiness. She put a smile on her face and nodded feverishly.
When they stood up, Osamu offered to walk her to her place, but she stopped him. “You’d have to walk back to your place on your own. Let’s split in the middle, we’re friends so we have to be equal,” the girl proposed. Osamu agreed. They hugged and she teared up a bit at the thought of never seeing her friend again. Right before she turned around to leave, Osamu remembered his gift.
“Hey, wait! I want to give you something,” he said, catching her wrist. He searched in the pocket of his shorts and pulled out the shiny thing he collected from the sand under the water. It was then when they both realised it was a little ring.
“Where did you get that from?!” the girl exclaimed and beamed.
“Found it in the water. I wanted to give you the prettiest shell but then this caught my eye.”
“You’re the prettiest seashell,” the girl said, and they both blushed.
They kept blushing as she took the little ring and put it on her finger.
“Woah, that’s the finger our parents wear the wedding ring on!” Osamu voiced his surprise.
“I know. I’m never taking it off!”
“You won’t take it off when you get married?”
“I will think about it. Maybe we will marry, then you won’t have to worry about another ring.”
Osamu’s cheeks, nose and ears caught fire and he smiled at the girl. “Ok,” he agreed, eventually. For a moment he looked past the girl’s shoulder and saw her mother, who was probably concerned for the child, since they were ready to leave.
“Kaya, come on!” the woman called and the girl turned to look. In the blink of an eye, she hugged the boy, placed a kiss on his cheek and sprinted to her mother.
“Wait, I never told you my name! I am Osamu Miya!”
“My name is gonna rhyme then!” she yelled in return, running backwards for a second, to look at the boy once more.
When the alarm blasted in the morning, Osamu jumped from his sleep. He had the taste of seawater on his tongue and the smell of algae in his nostrils. He silenced his phone and turned to look at the grumpy girl, who just sat up, annoyed by the sudden wake up.
“Why?”
“Why what? The alarm?”
She nodded and put her head in his lap, carelessly.
“I have to go to work.”
“Call in sick.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I finally found you, Osamu Miya. I’m not leaving anymore.”
Those words woke the young man up completely. He caught Kaya’s shoulder in her hand and shook her. “What are you talking about?”
“I remembered last night. I remembered who you are.”
“Kaya, what are you talking about?” Osamu demanded an explanation, even though he was almost sure the girl was sleep-talking. However, the moment he pronounced her name, everything linked in his head. The dream he had wasn’t a dream; it was a memory. “Kaya? Where do you have this ring from?”
With a smile plastered on her face, Kaya sat up on the bed. The shirt she was wearing was all wrinkled up and sweaty as if she just got out of the sea. It got very hot in the room overnight. That, or they had been swimming in their dream once again. She showed him a little scar she had on her foot and then she held her hair in a little pony tail, faking some bangs from part of the strands.
“I used to look like this. We walked the entire beach every day. I was your mermaid and you were my pirate. You carried me back to my mom when that cracked shell hurt me. You gave me this ring on my last day at the beach.”
He could not believe his eyes or ears, not even the beats of his heart. It was the last thing he had expected to happen. It wasn’t like he forgot about her. He simply went on with his life, but the memory of her got stored in his heart instead of his mind, that’s why he never thought about her. Maybe that was why he could never love any of the girls he’s been with. Osamu had already given his heart out, when he was nine years old, to a girl he met on the beach.
“Hi, Kaya. Welcome back.”
“Hi, ‘Samu,” she giggled. “My mom’s not here now and we’re also around 20 years older so…”
“So we can do this now,” Osamu stole the words right off her tongue.
The kiss lasted for long, they needed to make up for all the time that’s passed and they were not together. However, they got out of that room without anything else happening. They were together now, there was time for everything.
At the morning coffee, in the kitchen, Atsumu was surprised to see the sweet eyes the two shared, but he didn’t say anything. All the other people were gone and he was a third wheel. Too hungover, he couldn’t care less, so he went back to his room.
“I still have to go to work,” Osamu said.
“It’s ok. I’ll go back to my place and we’ll talk later. The future’s more certain now.”
“It is. It really is. But I will still look for another ring.”
“I like this one. You should find a matching one.”
“Go find me one. We should be equal, remember?”
Kaya giggled and went to the other side of the table, right in between his thighs, placing a long kiss on his lips.
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runawaymun · 8 months
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Ohhhh Erestor for like. Everything! But if that’s too much 😅 just for the sleep one? Also glorfindel ;)
Erestor:
☾ - sleep headcanon
He's peredhel, so he sleeps... basically like a human. He needs somewhere between 6-8 hours per night, closes his eyes, and experiences REM.
★ - sad headcanon
I don't have too many of these for Erestor, but I do get sad thinking about, with regards to my headcannon that he was raised among the Haladin, that he basically watched everyone he grew up around die out while he was still pretty "young", and then on top of that-- being "Feanorian" he must have been so ostracized and lonely :(
☆ - happy headcanon
Love the idea of him going to Ost-in-Edhil and being taken under Celebrimbor's wing. I headcannon them as being very close in the second age, bonding over being basically the last of the line, y'know?
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
Erestor never yells when angry. He just gets very, very cold. He's also super calculating and tends not to react to things in the moment, but prefers to plan things out that will come to fruition later.
✿ - Sex headcanon
Sex positive ace :)
■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
EXTREMELY tidy. Mess drives him to violence! But he does have the innate human "clutter" thing of collecting objects (books, maps, notebooks, bird feathers mostly). And keeps these all in very orderly collections.
♡ - romantic headcanon
He's not a super romantic type, but if he's fixing your clothes/hair for you or fussing a lot then he probably likes you.
♥ - family headcanon
During the Third Age he lives up in the family's wing in Rivendell (with Glorfindel), and helps raise Arwen and Elladan and Elrohir. He's a huge part of their lives (and a favorite prank target).
☮ - friendship headcanon
He's one of those friends that you always want around because he's not afraid to call you out on your bullshit. He just has a very low tolerance for it. Especially for people who are too hard on themselves (which is why he's so good for Elrond).
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
Bird watcher, likes collecting bird feathers and skulls, and is super into architecture.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
Mess, sour food, & hates hot weather.
▼ - childhood headcanon
already answered here, but have another one: he didn't have any actual siblings, but he grew up well-liked with a small posse of human friends that he'd run around with as a kid. He was very bossy but like, in the kind of way that makes you want to listen to what he says, and always had strong opinions on what games they should play and how to play them.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
I'm not sure whether I have one of these due to him being immortal, though I like the idea of him developing a couple gray streaks toward the end of the third age.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
He doesn't cook a lot, mostly because he can't be bothered. Like, he can, he just doesn't like to & considers it a hassle.
☼ - appearance headcanon
I like to model his face after Lee Joon-Gi :) He looks perfect to me for what I imagine Erestor to look like.
ൠ - random headcanon
Coffee drinker. Where does that coffee come from? I guess the same place that Middle Earth hobbits get their potatoes. 🤷
◉ - Any other question of your choosing
Glorfindel
☾ - sleep headcanon
Blanket hogger. Like obviously elves don't sleep in the way that we do, but he still hates being cold & when he does walk the paths of memory he 'sleeps' like a log.
★ - sad headcanon
Has regular balrog nightmares that he doesn't admit to. He's very macho about the whole balrog/gondolin situation but that shit was genuinely traumatic for him and yeah, he gets nightmares and phantom aches about it.
☆ - happy headcanon
Has a nickname for absolutely everyone. Calls Elrond 'winyamo' (kiddo). :) Elrond calls him 'grandpa'.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
Ohhhhh he DOES do that sexy noldorin blaze-with-treelight when he's mad.
✿ - Sex headcanon
Very worshipful partner, kind of a horny bastard tbh.
■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon
Messy. He doesn't mean to be, he just tends to leave things around and not put things away -- a bit forgetful like that.
♡ - romantic headcanon
Oh he is a mess when he's around his partner. 10/10 doting, hopeless romantic, pet names, the whole nine yards.
♥ - family headcanon
Also part of the peredhil family unit, plays pranks with the twins, and responsible for teaching all three of the kids pretty much everything they know about swordplay and footwork. It's not that Elrond doesn't train with them, it's just that Glorfindel's the main teacher in that regard.
☮ - friendship headcanon
Actually super good friends with Galadriel & they refer to each other by their Quenya names.
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
Very fidgety/has trouble sitting still. Tends to pace during meetings.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
Adores animals and melts for children. Absolutely can't stand spicy food.
▼ - childhood headcanon
I don't actually have one???? 😭 I have such a hard time imagining Glorfindel as a child actually.
∇ -. old age/aging headcanon
Mellows out considerably with age and kind of just wants to retire in a cottage with his husband. Please don't ask him to rule or do any politics. He just wants to settle down.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
Loves to cook. Is very bad at it.
☼ - appearance headcanon
IDK I actually disagree with a lot of general depictions of Glorfindel, mostly because I think they're just a bit too fem? Idk how to explain it but he's a huge kronk-y himbo in my head, and a lot of Glorfindel depictions just don't look right to me.
ൠ - random headcanon
He still doesn't braid his hair back for fights, even though he really should.
◉ - Any other question of your choosing
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kitakit-otome · 11 months
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Just downloaded the new Obey Me app and I’m going to be giving it my review and opinion!
I never finished the first game, got around to season 2 some time after the MC came back from the human world and then my phone ran out of memory for the game lol. It kept lagging so much and sometimes it would just crash right away so I gave up an uninstalled it from my old phone 🥲
But I did get hundreds of followers in my old tumblr account because of Obey Me and honestly it was such a fun game at the time. I had fun interacting with other fans of the fandom and gush over our love for the demon brothers. I wasn’t too keen on the MC’s origin story so I’m just gonna… ignore it 😅
For those who don’t know, I am working on the design for my online persona for the past week now who is an angel, but now after playing OMN a bit it’s been giving me the itch to give her a sort of alter ego or alternative versions of herself. So I’m planning on the works of her human form (which I guess will represent me in the old Obey Me game) and her demon form which will represent me in Nightbringer. I’ll post it here when I’m done if anyone’s interested because for sure I’m gonna start drawing art for Obey Me again after this.
Anyway I digress—
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I really like the new features of the DDD app in Nightbringer. We have a new rhythm game that I don’t really understand yet how to time my attacks.. and we have like a parody of the Marauder’s Map from Harry Potter?
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They also have 3D models for the boys now! I love watching the interactions between the brothers with this, plus it’s great for the video call feature in the Wanderer’s Whereabouts because it seems a bit more realistic than just the audio calls we used to get. The 3D models are very expressive and the animation seems smooth. The backgrounds are being used well here from the old version of the game.
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And I think it’s cute that we can see the brothers voice their thoughts when we gift them a sheep stuffed toy. We’re essentially spying on them or “babysitting” as the brothers sees it. Since we are their attendant now in this game, ordered by Diavolo, I guess it makes.. sense? Humans have like a CCTV in their homes to keep an eye on things when they’re not around so I think that’s what the WW is meant to be as an app. It’s not bad of a feature and I enjoy seeing more of the animations of the brothers being put to use.
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Also can we please take a moment for this scene of Mammon wondering why he cares about this toy so much that resembles his MC (AKA us)?! 😭
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Bro doesn’t know us because of the plot line of the game being the MC traveling back in time (I don’t really know why yet aside from the premise of a certain demon granting our wish of taking us to somewhere where we will be happy AKA to reunite with the 7 brothers in the Devildom)
You will probably need to play the first game to understand what’s going on. Or at least to understand our connection to the characters of the game from the future timeline.
Personally I think the new chibi art of the game is stellar! Super cute! The designs on the cards are great too.
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The story seems interesting and I’m getting really hooked since we have a lot of new apps on the DDD to keep me from being bored. I felt like the affection raise in the first game seemed useless but it was explained to me that affection level allows you to get bonus stuff like Devilgram posts or extra calls, so yeah that’s cool to know now.
I think my only complaint is the rhythm game mechanics. I don’t really get how it works or I do and the timing is off? I don’t know if I’m the only one who has this problem or what, but I’m annoyed that I keep missing so much like wtf. My scores in the first game were way better than this 😭 Every time I tap when the item is on the line it just doesn’t work so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong lmao
I’ll continue playing the game but so far I want to give it a 7.5/10 ⭐️ I will be posting more of this game soon.
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outivv · 1 year
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Synopsis: I just wanna gush about these characters :’)
Warnings: a lot of my own personal headcanons on the characters lol, mentions of raw cookie dough (putting this here justtt in case), and it’s not proofread
Characters: almost all the twisted wonderland characters!!
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: heyyy, I know I asked for genshin requests but IVE HAD TWISTED WONDERLAND ON THE BRAINNNN for like no reason too… it’s very very strange tbh. Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you like it just as much as I do!! Have a great rest of your day!!
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Malleus is absolutely the type to listen to every word you have to say. He isn’t very knowledgeable of a lot of more modern things, so he’s very interested in whatever you have to say :). Best boyfriend for anyone who has a major hyperfixation, this man will eat that shit up. He has a great memory too!! You could tell him everything about your current hyperfixation and he’ll remember it for the rest of his life.
Sebek and silver are weirdly the best duo to be friends ugh in my opinion. Oh my god imagine being in a little trio with them. That’d be so fun!! For example baking with them, Sebek would be very precise yet messy, and silver is probably the type to sneak a little bit of the batter/ frosting JVEJEHE. He definitely eats raw cookie dough straight from the bowl (it’s ok silver so do I, we can get sick together). Sebek probably yells at him for it too, like “MALLEUS WOULDNT APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GOT SICK SILVER.” “Bro wha” JVEJEHE. They’d just be so goofy to be friends with :]
Any time of the day. Anywhere. Any place. Idia is ready to dump his hyperfixations on you. AND IF YOU HAVE THE DAME HYPERFIXATION AS HIM??? It’s over. You are officially now his best friend uhhh would you actually like to just live with him???? If it’s not obvious I’m headcanoning Idia as autistic so. Anyways, if you stim with him? He gets really happy, but also really really nervous?? And pretty flustered. Ortho once walked in on you both just talking about your hyperfixations and he was like “idk what half this means but happy you’re happy” and just left MEVEJEH
Rook probably has a weird infatuation with fancy teas. You know what I mean? He just gives off the vibes, or someone who taste tests teas like they’re wine. Like “oh yes, I can taste the rose in this, mm.. yes yes, 1920’s rose tea, that was freshly brewed in a kettle. Very fine taste you have [name]” “Uhh I just bought this from sam’s shop for like $2. So. Sure??”
I think Jamil REALLY likes collecting random things with snakes on them. He gives the vibes of someone who just likes snakes of all kinds. Socks with a cobra on it?? Yes please. He wears them regularly. A cute little snake keychain, that is in his room somewhere, and sometimes he even puts it on his favorite bag. He just really likes snakes?? I know his last name is viper, so it’s super on brand, but despite all that, I genuinely think he just is one of those people that’s like “wow!! Snakes!! I love them :)” for like no reason. (I was one of those people. I would know a fellow snake enjoyer when I see one /j)
This isn’t a headcanon but more of a… random thought. How do Jack, ruggie, and Leona hold phones?? I saw Art of this once I forgot who made it but it was of Leona, and it just made me think like, their ears on on top of their head ok? So. When they take a call, mkay. Where do they hold their phones? Normally so they can’t hear? Or up to their ear, so then the other person on the phone can’t really hear them speaking, AND they look dumb. WHICH IS IT I MUST KNOW
Jade and Floyd mix in random mermaid slang with their regular speech. HSHEJHE imagine. Imagine just hearing “awww shrimpy you’re acting like a real starfish right now :(“ and then jade just “I must agree with Floyd, he’s saying the seaweed” LIKE WJEGSJVSKDHD IMAGINE. Oh my god- no because imagine being like “do you think this outfit is cute?” “Yeah I think you look absolutely stingray.” HSVEKEBS worst part about it is Floyd uses it the most and when you’re like “Floyd. Floyd why did you call me a pile of dried up and grey coral :(?” He just doesn’t explain, and keeps using it, and you don’t know of you should be flattered?? Or offended.
Lilia is an avid league of legends player. I’m correct. Don’t say I’m not. I don’t even play league of legends and yet I’m gonna headcanon Lilia as a league fan. Because, I am correct. (He also probably is a fan of guilty gear, and Elfen ring but you didn’t hear it from me)
Mkay now Sebek , Idia, and azul, are the type of people, that whenever their crush is around or whatever, they are absolutely not responsive. Literally freeze. Now with Idia after like a few minutes of trying to get him to respond, it’s a 50/50 chance (that you will lose.) that hell either run away and hide, or if you’re lucky he’ll actually try to say something to you before he gets too nervous and just leaves KEGEJS. Azul on the other hand will freeze, not responsive for like two seconds, then “oh prefect I didn’t know you’d be here.” “You’re right in front of my dorm.” “Oh.”. AND SEBEK JUST COMPLETELY DOESNT RESPOND AND LEAVES BEFORE YOU CAB SAY ANYTHING TO HIM WJEGKEGEKE
I like to think epel and riddle are close friends. They both have weirdly fiery, and yet calm personalities, and I think epel would make a BEAUTIFUL apple tart for riddle a lot. Like imagine all the details in the apples, cause he carved into them, and omg I would respectfully devour an apple tart made by epel. But I also wouldn’t… cause it’s so pretty :’)
Vil has a separate MagiCam account dedicated to fitness. And, AND cater follows it. Why? Because it’s “super aesthetic” (in reality it’s to encourage himself to work out cause vil is like obviously super strong and successful so like working out and being athletic MUST have something to do with that.) (cater also never works out SJSGEJE)
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same anon again! thank you for looking into it 🤍 i havent been following you very closely (im not a fan of social media at all (hence the use of anon) so i mostly just check in and lurk every now and again to see your adorable art) - i fully thought you were japanese; sorry for that misunderstanding!! so cool of you to cross-reference nonetheless :)
yeah, i only ever read gil’s compliments as being purely impressed and appreciative, never attracted. but then when hikari copies him, suddenly it’s read as romantic attraction?! i will never understand these things. but again, i’m biased lmao
i loved their shared path, i found it super cute and i love the idea of this incredibly sweet dancing girl helping guide hikari through the losses his kingdom suffered. the memorial in ku was delightful to watch. this is why i’m of the opinion that forcing romance between them actively takes away from both of their characters, because it stops those individual traits from shining.
i don’t really ship anyone else in octo2, i love temehika because i adore the dynamic of ‘guy who has unwavering loyalty and trust in those around him’ with ‘guy who doubts everything and is constantly scrutinising their partner’s friends behind their back’. you’re the one who introduced me to agnea/throné, i hadn’t considered it before but i do love a good ‘Ray Of Sunshine meets Dark Shadowed Past and they go shopping together’ vibe, so i’ve decided i support that ship too now. thanks for that one!!
p.s, so glad there’s someone who understands my frustrations about the hikari/agnea ship lol we are Connecting
no worries! i wish there was someone more qualified to talk about the differences between the english and japanese versions because there are quite a few (some i'm ok with, others.... not so much) but some of them feel like a genuine detriment to play without knowing the original so i want to share them if i can!!
yeah it's...... a little iffy that people would read hikari's compliment as purely romantic because that would imply that gil is giving the same vibe and i read agnea's response as more like shock that someone as serious as hikari would say something like that to her...
i have a very mixed opinion about their crossed paths story unfortunately 😭 i really like the story itself, but i wish agnea had a more significant part in it... compared to the other stories that feel like they brought out the characteristics of each character more, i feel like agnea was mostly reduced to a bystander in hikari and yomi's story... i wish they got to touch on her grief over her mother or something at least o<-<
AHH temehika's dynamic really is so underrated, they have such strong themes of trust and doubt and i'm a bit sad their banters didn't touch on this more... we got a smidgen in hikari's ch.4 where temenos warns him about rai mei's possible loyalties but it's not enough...! not to mention the fact that they're connected to oboro and arcanette, the most major figures in the moonshade order... i don't really like the idea of octopath making certain protagonists more "important" than the others but i find it really hard to deny for these two lmao
agnene is also extremely underrated!! i think agnea's admiration of throne helps show her that she isn't who she thinks she is:
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while in throne's stories, she slowly grows to lean on agnea's attempts to make her feel better... it's really sweet and i don't think either of them have this kind of connection with anyone else...!
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it's also very cute how agnea invites throne to meet her father as well as to her hometown's raspberry festival... i think their paths post-canon also align very nicely because throne said she wanted to travel somewhere far away, while agnea wants to bring smiles to as many people as possible... it also makes for a very nice "celebrity and bodyguard" dynamic that mirrors dolcinaea and veronica's and it really suits these two imo!!
i also don't like teme/thro as a romantic relationship so i think their interactions as well as hika/agne's fit much better under the assumption of temehika and agnene... we see hikari's admiration of temenos' intelligence in his ch.5 banter where he compares temenos to kazan so i think both he and agnea have a sense of admiration for their older partners while also doing whatever they can to support them... (hikari with his blade, and agnea with her performances) meanwhile temenos and throne also feel undeserving of their partners because they view them as a light they're too afraid to reach out to... it's subtler, but i like temenos' banters with her where he tries to reassure her that she's a good person as well
phew this got REALLY long i'm sorry but yeah while i always tend to go against popular ships, i've been really frustrated at the extent of it in octopath 2... octopath is pretty unique in that all of the protagonists get more or less the same amount of (small) interactions throughout the game but that was changed in 2 with the addition of crossed paths and i'm not sure why hika/agne is the one that stuck because their story does not read to me as romantic at all lmao but i'm glad to find people who share those gripes as well!!
i think it says a lot how temehika and agnene's post-canon lives align together very nicely because hikari and agnea's goals respectively are much more defined while temenos and throne are more equipped to take a more supportive role... (crying) i just really like them
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Please let me go
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Tittle: Please let me go
Pairings: Yang Jungwon x F!Reader
Genre: Exes to...., Angst.
Warning: None.
Summary: Being paired with him is the last thing you'd like to happen in your life, but being paired with him also seems like fate, it's like back then, when it's all just puppy love, but you both know it's not how it is back then, and if ever, everything might have already changed. Well, except the beat of your heart.
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It's been a while since you see and felt Yang Jungwon's presence this close, and if you are being honest, you could say those feelings you were feeling felt nice and familiar; you love Yang Jungwon and maybe he does too, but it doesn't feel like how it was back then.
It wasn't so long since your professor spat out your name after his, and the reaction of everyone in the room hearing it is also fresh from your memory. Oh, they must have thought how pitiful your situation may be, or maybe just OMG thoughts are what they were thinking -- you assumed -- but what does he think when he heard it, does his heart beats like how yours do, or does his mind goes blank like how yours did or does flashbacks flashes through his eyes like how you always does. Well, one thing's for sure, you don't know.
So sitting across from him in the school library makes you feel tons of emotions, emotions you have felt before, and emotions you have not. Oh, how you wish time goes backward and goes back to those old times.
"So, I think we should just stick to plan A since it's the easiest way for us to pass this." His eyes land on your own pair and look down after, reading his Philosophy book and grabbing his pen.
"You're not listening," he said, scanning his book, while you avert your gaze from his face and look at where you were reading earlier before you daydream.
"What--...were you saying again?" You ask.
"I thought so." He said, switching his gaze from his book to you, and in a split second your eyes followed his, while your chest bumped like a drum, and his finger pushes the button of his pen over and over again, making sounds that matches his heartbeat, and after a straight 1minute of staring, you look down and have a sigh, while he looks up and let out a rough "ehem".
It's awkward, you thought.
Minutes passed by and both of you are not talking, until he starts to explain his ideas and opinions, while your thoughts float somewhere. And when Jungwon's saying something, explaining stuff, and reading out loud, a question came out of your lips.
"Does she cook you lunch?"
"...why are you asking this right now?" He answered, focusing on his book and not giving you a glance, and while you do the same.
"I don't know, just thought so." You said.
"We....broke up last year." He said.
"Oh, I'm sorry"
"No, it's okay." He said, lifting his gaze to you.
"How about you, are you doing fine? I heard you injured your hands," He asked, and hearing this from him made your world turn upside down once more, it's these stupid butterflies again. You thought.
"You care?" You wonder out loud and look at him back with wide eyes.
"You think I don't?" He replied, raising an eyebrow, and after that, it was followed by his little giggles.
His laugh still sounds the same. You thought.
"Your reaction is the same when I ask you about your forgotten assignment back in 11th grade," he said, grinning,  and you swear you can see stars in his eyes at this moment he's staring at you.
"I do?" You question back, making you smile.
"Yeah," He said, putting his palm on his chin and his elbow under the forgotten books and researches.
If time could stop, you wish to stop it this time, cuz it's been a while since you last saw him laugh with you, and it's been a while since you last felt this other than grief. So, after the day ends, a small "let's do our best" massage from him at 9:41 pm, made you feel things were bound to be explained. And after the research is done and you passed it, Yang Jungwon invited you for a celebration, just the two of you. But after two months of "everything is going fine...again," it was followed by a date, of him and her in a park, while you stare far standing at the convenience store door. After that, you swore you get it, you swore you'll not fall for it again, you swore to the stars that you won't fall for him again.
But why is he asking what was wrong and why are you ignoring his texts and if are you avoiding him? in the middle of the rainy night outside your neighborhood?
"Are you crazy?" You said almost whispering.
"You should've told me you and Lanie are still together and never talked to me again!" You yelled.
"Why are you getting the wrong idea??" He frustratedly said and grab his hair.
"What "wrong idea"?? That you and Lanie aren't dating?? I SAW IT, I SAW IT....I saw it back at the park-- you kissed her" those last words are spat out in a whisper, while tears start to flow from your eyes with thoughts and questions flow from your head, mixed with the cold sweet rain flown by the gloomy sky.
"FOR YOU GETTING THE WRONG IDEA THAT I'M TALKING TO YOU 'CUZ I STILL LIKE YOU" After hearing those words like needles coming from him made you stuck.
"What?" You whispered.
"You act lovey-dovey these past few months just telling me it's not it?" You ask bitterly. Oh, this is too familiar, this emotion is too familiar for you to feel and be used to it, so why does this affect you like how it affected you when you first felt it? Why do his words sting like how they stung back then for the first time he said them?
"Y/n I'm sorry, that you got the wrong idea because of my actions." He said softly like he was comforting you.
"Why?"
"Why can't you love me?" You cry out, making sounds so painful for Yang Jungwon to hear.
"What is something that I don't have for you to replace me....." Your hands found their way to your stomach, and your knees feel weak for you to keep on standing, so you are crumpled up sitting on the wet pavement, crying with raindrops sound covering the hurt sounds you make.
"Please Y/n, I'm sorry" was what he last cries before his own eyes let out tears.
That night Yang Jungwon took you home, and while standing in front of your door, he said one last sentence that you ever heard from him.
"After this...
Y/n--
..please let me go."
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Nothing makes me feel old like realizing that I like Oistrakh quite a bit more now. When I was young, my favorite old master was Grumiaux and I felt like Oistrakh was specifically the kind of dude you appreciated more when you got older. (Very normal teenager opinions to have there, Marve.) And welp, here I am. I dunno, I think it's a particular flavor of warmth that didn't resonate with me when I was young and hungry and perpetually teetering on the verge of burnout.
Story time because fuck it, it's my blog I do what I want (but still under the cut to be nice about it):
If you're familiar with the Bay Area, the reason why I have such insane memories of high school orchestra class is because I went to Lowell. Yeah, that Lowell. Put a bunch of overachiever kids in a pressure cooker magnet school and you get some highly competitive orchestra classes. The first violin section, unsurprisingly, was made up of the cream of the overachieving crop, most of whom were planning on being either pre-med or engineering in college even though they could have easily all been music majors. And then there was my dumb ass once I made it to the first violin section, LOL. I honestly wasn't sure I was even going to make it alive to the end of high school to have a career. Violin was my lifeline and I threw everything I had into it, for better and worse.
The hilarious irony about all of this is my parents were actually not as proud of my violin achievements as they pretended to be. I don't know if I've conveyed to you what a bunch of insane freaks they were, but according to their plan I was supposed to become a piano prodigy. So when I decided in middle school that I hated piano and wanted to play violin instead, it was not received well. To their credit, once they saw I was serious about it they did get me my own instrument and some private lessons, but my mom did try to convince me to quit at several points, and my dad still has an entire-ass complex about it.
Hell, I was ambivalent about going to Lowell at all. I applied because my district assigned public high school was just that bad. That other school eventually was shut down for "underperforming", that's how bad it was. Knowing that Lowell had a good music program was my consolation for all the other shit I was about to put myself through. The secret of Lowell is that it's not the teachers or the facilities; both of those things were absolute shit when I was there (the music teachers were all cool tho). It's the kids. They know the reputation of the school they're going to. They know they'll be expected to apply to prestigious universities when they're seniors. It's the kids who are, sometimes literally, killing themselves to play this ridiculous rat-race game that they've been set to by their parents.
This is all to say that at a time in my life when I had very little control over anything and was profoundly depressed about it, I realized that I did have control over how much and how often I practiced, so I just kinda... maxxed that out. Time in the practice room was time spent on the one thing in my life that didn't suck nearly as much as everything else. It was time spent somewhere safe. It was time spent cultivating hope for the future. I used to describe it as an "emotional crutch" in a very ableist way when I was younger but now I look back on it in the sense of a more literal mobility aid, as the thing that kept me moving when I would have otherwise collapsed.
You know, I still don't feel "qualified" to say that violin has been a major part of my identity... despite it being my first act of rebellion, despite me pulling a literal Ling-Ling up the violin ranks in high school because I felt like I had nothing else to live for, despite somehow finding my way back to it after decades of being convinced I was done... don't laugh, but I still feel like I really should be better at violin than I am for all the meaning it has held for me. I gotta find that solution for my right hand issues, man! I have to make up for lost time! I have to git moar gud so the Muse will notice me. Haha whoops my hand slipped there-
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can-of-pringles · 5 months
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When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 10
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Copia and Silas talk more
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Note: Sorry that there's not much plot progression in this chapter, I've been sick for a while so ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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“I love that we’re getting into summer now… reminds me more of home,” Silas spoke.
Silas and Copia rarely spent breaks by themselves now, taking the time to get to know each other. They had seamlessly moved from just recommending songs to talking about their lives in general; slowly opening up to each other as time moved forward.
“Well, it’s good for you. Here I am, stuck in these layers as it grows hotter.” Copia mildly grumbled to himself.
The heat was even more obvious as they were hanging out in their usual favorite outside place.
“You wouldn’t last in a Texas summer.” Silas teased.
“Maybe not all season, no, but I think I could handle a bit of it… although, actually, could we move and sit somewhere shadier?” He frowned.
“Yeah, there’s another bench close by under a big tree. Should be plenty of shade for you,”
“Thank you for understanding despite being totally immune to the sun, apparently.” Copia joked slightly.
“Hey, I never said that did I? Yeah, sometimes the summers were unbearable…” He winced. “It helped that I could go and visit my dad’s side of the family during that time. Summer here is cooler.”
Copia was finally able to relax more in the shade, although one thing he didn’t take into consideration was that now the sun wouldn’t shine on Silas and show off his eyes. He sighed, but Silas didn’t seem to notice.
“Do you miss it?” He asked. “Back home, I mean.”
Silas nodded. “Course. I like living here full-time, but it doesn’t mean I don’t miss my home country, or more accurately, my state. Do you miss Italy?”
“Yes, sometimes… I grew up in the Ministry there, so this place does feel somewhat familiar, but it’s not the same.” He glanced down.
“So… if you don’t mind me asking, have you always been really involved with… all of this?” Silas gestured vaguely.
“Yes, I was mainly raised by the Sisters of the Ministry and partially my older brother figures… mostly by Papa Emeritus the First, or Primo, as he usually preferred.” Copia chuckled shortly, remembering how Primo would repeatedly remind people to call him by his name rather than title. How long had it been since an old memory brought him happiness instead of the usual grief?
“It’s good you had them around, I’m an only child so I don’t know what it’s like growing up with siblings, although my friend Hanna and I have known each other since we were little kids and so I guess that’s the closest experience I’ll have to that,” Silas remarked.
“She’s the one that watches Blizzard, yeah?” Copia asked.
“Occasionally, she jokes and likes to say it counts as job experience. She’s a dog groomer.”
“Oh… interesting. I can’t imagine dealing with all those dogs. Not that I don’t like dogs, but I just meant it seems like a lot.” He stammered.
“I agree with you, Blizzard is work enough.” Silas chuckled. “No, seriously… he’s a crazy bundle of energy, but I love him, though.”
“He sounds like a good dog. Maybe I can meet him, eventually?” Copia asked.
Silas smiled. “Sure, as long as you’re prepared for tons of fur…” He joked.
Copia laughed, and Silas grinned at the sight.
“I promise it’s actually not that bad…” He quickly added.
“I think I can handle a little bit of dog fur… honestly, I got used to how much the Ghouls shed…” Copia sighed and shook his head.
“Right? Ugh, I have to do so much sweeping and vacuuming because of the fur! At least it’s not all the time.” Silas exclaimed. “But that’s one good thing about the summer. They’re not shedding right now,”
“You know what? You’re right, that is one good thing about summer.” He shrugged. “Also, let me clarify, I do like summer, just in lighter clothes, alright?”
Silas tried to refrain from snickering at his persistence in defending himself about the summer opinions. “Understood.”
“Yeah, I can imagine myself just relaxing at a beach house or something…” Copia sighed and closed his eyes, imagining it as a bit of sun shone on his face.
Silas had a small smile on his face. “It sounds nice.”
“Did you and your family ever go on summer vacations?” Copia looked at him.
“Well, we never went to any beach houses. When I was younger, we’d go camping and sometimes that meant near the beach.” Silas glanced down at his clasped hands, reminiscing about his childhood.
“Oh, I’ve never been camping, is it fun?” He slightly tilted his head.
Silas pressed his lips into a line. “Well… when you’re a little kid, it’s pretty fun, but once you get older, it kinda loses its charm… I got tired of it once I became a little older.”
“Oh…” Copia furrowed his brows. “Seems to me you still like being outside, though.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind spending a bit of time outside. It’s when it’s multiple days outside without a house or proper shower or bathroom… it really started to irritate my skin after a while.” He sighed and dropped the tension in his shoulders.
“I’m sorry…” He frowned.
“It’s alright, I haven’t gone camping since I was in my teens. I’ve had plenty of time to get over all the issues.” Silas smiled reassuringly. “I’m thankful my parents never pressured me into joining scouts.” He scoffed.
“Yeah, I suppose if you hated camping you’d want to avoid that,” Copia said.
“I’m guessing that the Ministry didn’t have like their own version of that or something?”
“No, just worship and the likes. Why do you ask?” He raised a brow.
Silas squinted and hummed. “I don’t know… you just seem like the scout-ish type to me… or just wanting to hang out with other kids doing one big activity together? Actually, I just realized that sounds similar to school.” He chuckled.
“I had tutors, basically homeschooled. And I sometimes would play with the other kids in the Ministry, or with my older brothers, but honestly, most of the time I was by myself…” Copia absentmindedly kicked a pebble. “I think that’s why I took such a liking to my pet rats, because we always had each other, if that makes sense.”
Silas’ expression softened. “Yeah, it makes sense. I understand being by yourself a lot… I was a pretty shy kid.”
Copia gave him a small smile. “At least we’re not by ourselves a lot now, right?”
He returned it. “Yeah, you have a point.”
“We’re together.” Copia lightly bumped his shoulder with his. “Friends, we’re friends spending time together,” he quickly added.
“Yeah, of course.” Silas smiled, not picking up on Copia’s quick correction.
“Anyway… looks like we better get back to work.” He sighed and stood up. “Don’t need Sister finding us slacking.”
Silas furrowed his brows. “We’re on break, though. We’re not ‘slacking’ as you put it.” He stood up as well, brushing off any possible stray dirt from the bench.
“I know, I know, I just meant Sister- either way… probably wouldn’t approve. Eh, you know how she is.” He fidgeted with his sleeve.
Silas shrugged. “True.”
“Walk with you back?” Copia asked.
He nodded and smiled, walking beside him.
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