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tayytayy12 · 3 days

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From the start | LN4 x Reader

Summary - Reader and Lando have been best friends for years, but reader slowly develops feelings for him, and didn’t want to tell him in fear that he wouldn’t feel the same and it would ruin their friendship forever, so she releases a song indirectly telling him everything, not knowing he’d always felt the same.

Warnings - Swearing

Type - SMAU

FaceClaim - Laufey

Requested - yes - no

Yourusername

Liked by - LandoNorris, GracieAbrams and 4,927,290 others - Posted 01.02.24

Yourusername - Studio sesh 😙

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User1 - OMG OMG OMG OMG

User2 - DOES THIS MEAN NEW MUSIC SOON ?!??!?

GracieAbrams - 💛

Yourusername - 🤍

User3 - She’s so adorable

User4 - Y/n I need whatever you made in that studio like right now pls

User5 - Oh Y/n I fear I can already tell you’ve ate

LandoNorris - HELLO WHY DIDNT I KNOW OF THIS ?

User6 - the first time she hasn’t told Lando something

Yourusername

Liked by - LandoNorris, TaylorSwift and 5,100,104 others - Posted 20.02.24

Yourusername - Surprise !!!!!!! My brand new single, ‘from the start’ is out right now! Along with its music video, written and directed by yours truly 😙 this song is unlike anything I’ve ever released before, it’s a complete and true raw reflection of all of my emotions, and I hope you love it like I do. I love you, enjoy 🤍

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User7 - OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

User8 - KNEW Y/N ERA INCOMING

User9 - THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING WHAT

User10 - The music video is so fun and goofy but somehow so deep at the same time, I love it sm 😭

User11 - Y/N WHO IS THIS ABOUT

User12 - FR SAME

User13 - YES LIKE, WHOS GOT OUR GIRL WRITING WHOLE ASS LOVE CONFESSIONS

User14 - Literally my new favourite song

User15 - Okay this is so about Lando

User16 - Girl what ?😭

User17 - I see their point, the lyrics point to all things that they’ve said about their friendship

User18 - Like what? 😭

User19 - Like ‘Listening to you harp on 'bout some new soulmate "She's so perfect, " blah, blah, blah’ Y/n has said so many times that sometimes Lando just sits there and says everything about the new girl he’s talking too and it bores her to death, I’d say that’s good enough proof 😭

Y/n.Nation

Liked by - User20, LandoNorris and 83,290 others - Posted - 23.02.24

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Y/n.Nation - Y/n was the guest on the Jimmy Fallon show last night !!!! She debuted from the start with its first ever live performance, then done her interview where she revealed that her new hit is about someone very very close and personal to her, her words were-

“From the start for me, is like a one of those letters that people write and throw into the fireplace just to get their emotions out there, but instead of writing a letter and throwing it into a fire I wrote a song and gave it to my fans. Which for me is kind of the same thing, they’re incredibly supportive and loving and I couldn’t be more grateful for them, every single one of them I love with my whole heart. This song is about something that I’ve been keeping to myself for maybe ten years now? Since I was still really young. God that makes me sound old, but it’s about someone I’ve known and been extremely close to since I was a child. And I think when you’re so close with someone, feelings like the one I’ve presented in the song can completely ruin a friendship if they’re unrequited, but the other day I decided it was time for me to ‘man up’ as my mum would say, and I went to the studio, I wrote and recorded the song and shot the video, and I just released it and I let my music do the talking. I’ve still not heard anything from the person I’ve aimed it too, so if I don’t get one I suppose that’s my answer to my ‘confession of love’ that I brought up at least seven times in the song.”

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User21 - Y/n told me she loves me

User22 - I’m crying this is so cute but a teeny bit sad at the same time

User23 - She actually lets us read her diary 🥲

User24 - Oh it’s so about lando 🥲

User25 - It’s so obvious I’m gonna cry

User26 - LANDO ANSWER HER RN

User27 - ‘Since I was really young’ she really has loved him from the start

User28 - Okay this relationship is a need now please

User29 - same it’s not even a joke anymore

User30 - Lando it’s in your hands now do the right thing

User31 - LANDO LIKED THAT HAS TO BE GOOD

LN.Updates

Liked by - Yourusername, user32 and 89,191 others - Posted - 25.02.24

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LN.Updates - Lando on a podcast recently!!! He never addresses Y/n by name, but I think we’d be right in assuming that’s who’s he’s talking about

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User33 - MY LANY/N HEART HAS BEEN GROWING THIS PAST WEEK

User34 - I need someone who looks at me the way Lando looks whenever Y/n is mentioned

User35 - WE ALL DO

User36 - HE FEELS THE SAME HE FEELS THE SAME

User37 - Y/N LIKED OMGGG

User38 - Gonna die

User39 - I need them together right now

User40 - All the Lany/n haters right now are hiding

User41 - As they should be

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Liked by - Yourusername, OscarPiastri and 2,008,99 others - Posted - 22.04.24

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LandoNorris - Just thinking of youuuuu 🤍🤍

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User42 - EVERYBODY WAKE UP LANY/N HAS BEEN CONFIRMED

User42 - SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

User43 - RIP ME

User44 - WHY THE FUCK DID IT TAKE YOU TWO MONTHS TO CONFIRM THIS

LandoNorris - We was in a funny mood, we’ve been together since the day after that podcast 🫠

User45 - SHUT THE FUCK UP

User46 - So, before the even confirmed their relationship, they’ve been on a boat trip, she’s been to races, AND they’ve gone to the beach while we all through that they wasn’t together

User47 - The from the start lyrcis 😩

Yourusername - That was a great coffee

LandoNorris - I made a cute hard launch post and you focus on the coffee you had over a month ago?

Yourusername - It was a really good coffee 🥲

LandoNorris - I’ll buy you more

Yourusername - I love youuu 🥲

LandoNorris - I love you more 🤍

User48 - I’m going to sleep on the highway

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Liked by - LandoNorris, GracieAbrams and 2,991,295 others - Posted 22.04.24

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Yourusername - When I say from the start, I really mean it 🤍

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User49 - This is the kind of love I NEED.

LandoNorris - I love you, I always have

Yourusername - Funny, I could say that same thing. I love you so much more

LandoNorris - Impossible

User50 - This is why I wish my mum had a best friend with a son, cause this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

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ickypuppi3 · 1 year

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franz kafka // billy & steve

#+ words #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #do you ever think about #billy wanting to leave #planning to leave #saving up to leave #then getting with steve and #.. yeah #either staying and enduring all the shit he does anyway #staying under neil’s roof even though he now has a ‘choice’ as such #because of steve #or leaving #and telling steve that they would just end up resenting one other if billy stayed #GOD #no one talk to me i’ve made myself extremely sad about this

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crybaby-bkg · 2 years

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I love you poetry I love you wide expanse ocean water imagery I love you tying in the moon and it’s strength and devotion to its water I love you big ball of fire that can hold so many metaphors within its sphere I love you otherworldly imagery I love you space analogies I love you pretty pictures made with soft words and gentle meanings I love you simple phrases that convey so much I love

#I’m writing enough poetry to write another book lmfao #it’s just so soothing and I always feel so seen and expressive #I have a hard time talking about how I feel without getting extremely overwhelmed and poetry has helped that so much #I’ve only written one ocean poem and it still slaps and I’ve never written another one bc how can I top that LOL #poetry is so beautiful I love it so much #I made one about the hero society a couple weeks ago and I wanna use it in a fic #about reader being a poet or something and frequently speaking about the problems within hero society #and as they’re breaking down the system to better fit people and stop the idealization of heroes #you’re asked to speak at this big gala and perform a poem #it’s so like……personal to me bc I’ve done this a few times for poetry performances LOL #but I wanna write it!!!!!#okay rambling over sorry I just really love poetry #I also do not write enough about my sexuality and I’m so sad about it #I was so ashamed and confused for so long that I wouldn’t dare put those pieces of myself in my writing in fear of people ‘finding out’#but fuck that #okay done seriously this time lmfao #—in store chit chat! 🍫

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Can’t hate you pt 5

Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) X Nathan Doe

Warnings: Cussing, hitting, mentions of SA later in the series(and no, it was not Nate), etc.

ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .° ᡣ𐭩

SLS/N’s POV

Today was the day that I was not looking forward to. All week I’ve been dreading this specific Saturday to come, and it’s unfortunately arrived.

Nathan Doe is leaving LA.

I woke up today, the sad feeling already consuming my chest.

But I wasn’t alone this morning. Today, Nate was lying right beside me, sound asleep, his arms wrapped around my lower waist while his face rested on my stomach.

I smiled lightly to myself as I played with his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he slept.

Not long after, he began to stir, taking in a deep breath, then sitting u slightly to look at me with sleepy eyes and tousled hair.

“Morning baby,” he said, his voice deep and laced with sleep.

He landed down to give me a kiss on the cheek as I said, “Morning,”

He scooted up and pulled me to his chest, switching our positions. We lay there in silence, just enjoying each other presents.

I could tell we were thinking the same thing:

Does he/I have to leave?

"You all packed, man?" Chris said, quickly knocking on my door before entering my room.

I was sitting crisscrossed on my bed, watching as Nate gathered the rest of his things.

"Yeah man, I think I'm good!" He answered, picking up his backpack and bag and walking towards the door to follow Chris.

"Good because Matt and Nick are already in the car." He said, leading us to the driveway.

Nate chucked his things in the back before climbing into the backseat next to me.

As Matt started to drive, I rested my head on Nate's shoulder as he held my hand gently rubbing his thumb across the top. Chris and He were having a conversation, but I had no idea what it was about. I only had one thing on my mind:

Don't go.

Showing affection in the middle of a crowded airport would usually be extremely cringy. I would usually roll my eyes at the couples practically making out and nearly missing their flight right by the gate.

But I didn't care at this point.

Once my brothers said their goodbyes, I clung onto Nate for dear life, tears falling from my eyes freely.

"I miss you," I say in his ear, not loosening my grip in the slightest.

He chuckled lightly, squeezing me just as hard.

"I haven't even left yet, baby," He responded.

"I know," I said, tears falling harder now.

"I'll see you soon, I promise okay?" He said, kissing the side of my hair, loosening his grip slightly.

I nodded and leaned back, giving him a kiss. Halfway through, the overhead speakers came on, signaling that Nate had to go.

"Call me as soon as you land!" I yelled as he walked in his gate.

He sot a thumbs up into the air as he rounded the corner,

Leaving to go back to Boston.

Needless to say, I cried the whole way home, leaning onto Nick's shoulder for support. He comforted me and tried to hold my hand, but that only made me think of Nate harder.

we pulled up to the house and I sat on the couch. Nick followed me in, but Matt and Chris said they wanted McDonald's for lunch, so that's where they went.

Nick and I watched a show, well he did. I sat on my phone and looked through pictures from this past week.

Nate and I on the beach, Nate and I putt-putting, a group selfie of all of us at top golf,

and the blurry one of me throwing sweet tea in Nate's face.

I slightly laughed to myself, remembering all the fun memories, knowing that there would be plenty more to come.

Matt and Chris walked in with 4 large McFlurries. They handed me my Oreo one, Matt said,

"thought this might cheer you up!"

I smiled and nodded, instantly digging into my McFlurrie with my brothers. We continued our movie, laughing and talking, sad thoughts about Nate leaving left my brain.

but then I got a call:

Incoming call from: Nate <3

I think thats all from this story! But if you want me to add another part, lemme know in the comments!

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fandsart · 10 months

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To Be Friends

I’ve exaggerated some of Nancy’s negative character traits slightly in this story, but it’s also for the sake of her developing past them.

Robin usually sits alone, as sad as that is. It’s whatever; she’s comfortable with it. She can usually get some reading done without any interruptions. But it’s the first day back at school since they took down Vecna, and she’s pleasantly surprised when Nancy sits across from her. They smile at each other, a little stiff without a common goal they’re trying to work for.

“You packed a lunch today,” Nancy states awkwardly.

“Actually Steve made this for me. He always dotes more after, uh… notable events. Sometimes it’s just a particularly bad nightmare. One time Dustin popped a bike tire and Steve bought him a helmet after it was fixed. He gets spikes in paranoia when he’s reminded how easily things can go wrong.”

“That does sound like him. You should try dating him.”

Robin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Is that a real suggestion?”

“Oh! No, I just mean that he doted on me all the time when he was dating me.”

“Yeah, he’s a real sap.”

There’s a lull in the conversation before Nancy speaks up again. “It is surprising you aren’t a couple. You’re both very attractive.”

“Uh… so? I mean, thank you? I mean… I’m not interested. He’s not my type.”

Nancy hums. “Don’t worry. I understand.”

“You… do?”

“I actually have dated Steve. It probably would have been smarter to be friends first. You’re smart that way.”

“... Thank you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m sure you’re well aware of the bullet you dodged.”

Robin chuckles uncomfortably. “Maybe? I guess that depends on what exactly you’re referring to.”

“You said yourself he tends to dote. It’s so much more extreme when he’s dating you. I don’t need to use his jacket for the one minute walk from the school to the car. I don’t need him opening doors for me. I can do that myself.”

“Uh-huh…” Robin says, trying to keep her eyes from squinting.

“And he gets so clingy. And emotional. I swear sometimes it was more like he wanted me to be his mom than his girlfriend, which is honestly so privileged. He cut off his friends for me, so it became my job to comfort him about it?”

“He was friends with them for a long time, and he didn’t have anyone else to talk to about it. He’d kind of just cut off all his other friends,” she tries to joke.

“They were assholes,” Nancy says, maintaining seriousness. “He shouldn’t have been so caught up on them.”

“If he didn’t realize just how shitty they were until you, then he must have had a lot of good experiences with them too. A lot to be conflicted about.” She knows this is the case, because Steve’s talked to her about it too.

“He shouldn’t have been friends with them in the first place.”

“So why did you date Steve for so long? Like a year, right? If he was such a shitty boyfriend? You shouldn’t have been dating in the first place?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because Steve was popular. Everyone loves him, but the only other person I thought might want me was too preoccupied to look at me. I waited a month with nothing. Can you really blame me for wanting to feel wanted and liked after my best friend died?”

“No, but I can blame you for using that as your excuse while apparently hating anything he did because he wanted and liked you. You literally started your complaints about how doting he can be.”

“What, like you don’t think it’s annoying?” And Robin knows what she means by that, but ‘annoying’ would never be the word she would use to describe it. Just… overwhelming sometimes. But understandable. “Besides, that was more of a pet peeve. You were the one who brought that up. There’s a reason I moved my complaints to him crying over his positive choices.”

And that startles Robin a bit. “He actually cried over it?”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “It was a hyperbolic idiom. But my point remains. Everyone loves him, but he was just upset that those two assholes didn’t anymore.”

“If everyone loves him why did no one turn up?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You say everyone loves him like he could have anyone, but you were all he had after Tommy and Carol immediately turned on him for pushing back one time.”

“You know what, that’s another thing. Why even be upset that someone who was willing to turn on you that quickly, did?”

“Well under that logic Steve should hate you then, shouldn’t he?”

“Oh, is that what this is about? Fine, go shoot your shot. I’m sure he’d love to have you. But don’t come crawling to me when he becomes too much for you.” With that she gets up from the table and sits at a newly vacant table.

Robin’s never ditched school before, but now she wants nothing more than to bike over to family video and hug her favorite person.

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She manages to talk herself out of skipping. She only had 2 and a half hours of school left after lunch, and none of the classes left were her best. Steve would take his break to pick her up anyway, so why put in the effort to bike all of the way there? Still, she has such a hard time concentrating on the last classes.

When she finally gets out, Steve is already parked in his usual spot, and she plops down into the seat.

“Bad day?” Steve asks.

“You know how you were hoping we could have some kind of outing with Nancy and Jonathan before the latter has to go back to California?”

“Yeah?”

“Scratch that. We’re not doing it.”

“What happened?”

She hesitates. She doesn’t want to be the one to tell him, but she also isn’t going to keep this from him. “Nancy told me that she didn’t like dating you, basically.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that.”

“And what, you're just ok with hanging out with her now?”

“I mean, it’s not her fault. She tried to like it. It’s not her fault she didn’t.”

“But it is her fault for not telling you how she felt about it. Let you think everything was fine. That’s leading you on.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s not like she was trying to do that. And it’s not like hanging out with her now would involve any kind of hope that we’d get back together. She didn’t like me as a boyfriend, but we can still be friends.”

“How do you know she likes you as a friend? If she lied to you about liking you as a boyfriend.”

“We should get to work before my break is up,” he says, putting the car into gear.

They don’t talk about it after that. They don’t talk much at all for the rest of the day.

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Robin doesn’t eat lunch in the cafeteria after that, not wanting to deal with Nancy again. She doesn’t necessarily know that Nancy would try to start up that conversation again, but even just seeing her in the hall sours her mood a bit, so she doesn’t need to be dealing with that.

So she’s sitting in an empty classroom eating lunch when Nancy finds her.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Robin glares. “Is this not mutually beneficial?”

Nancy sighs. “Look,” she starts as she sits in the seat beside Robin, “I’m not great at taking criticism. I’m a very defensive person. I’m not good at admitting when I’m wrong, but… I was, so…”

“So…” Robin prompts.

“So you were right. I just… needed to sit on all the points for a while before I could calm down enough to actually consider them.”

“Ok. But what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m… apologizing?”

“For what?”

Nancy rolls her eyes, but answers anyway. “For snapping at you, and not listening to what you were trying to tell me.”

“Ok. So what about Steve?”

“What about him?”

“Are you going to apologize to him too?”

“For fighting with you?” She lets out a confused breathy laugh. “I know you guys are close but is that necessary?”

“Are you serious right now?”

Nancy blinks a few times before jolting a little. “Oh! I was too focused on- yeah, I should. It’s just been so long I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“Do you want to be friends with Steve?”

“What do you mean?”

“He still respects you, and wants to reconnect after… everything. I don’t want you to let him drag you to hang outs because it’s easier than denying a simple request, then blowing up at him about it later. Again. I don’t know if he’d come back from it a second time.”

“I honestly don’t know,” Nancy sighs. “If I want to be friends with him. I feel like… he carries an association… The whole year I was with him I was in mourning, and we only reconnected recently because of, as you worded it, ‘recent events.’ I just… every time I’ve been with him in one way or another… something bad was going on. I feel like being friends with him would just leave me on edge all the time.”

“Make sure he knows that then.” She picks up her now empty lunch tray and moves to leave the room.

“Wait, Robin!”

“Yeah?” she stops by the doorway.

“Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t know… But we can be more than not friends.”

“Yeah… I’d want to be more than ‘not friends’ with Steve too.”

“Make sure he knows.”

“Yeah…”

We never really see how Nancy responds to being wrong, because she’s never written to be. My headcanon for how she responds to it is that she gets really pissed, but after sitting on it for a long time she has a hard time denying when there’s an imbalance. She’s logical enough to know what’s right, but she’s stubborn, and bias towards her own perspective, so things like this do need to get pointed out to her and it takes her a while to come around.

#platonic stobin #stobin #platonic with a capital p #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #anti ronance #fanfic #ficlet #stranger things #fandsart

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beansprean · 10 months

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Nandor and Alexithymia

Ok so this is an attempt to organize a mess of thoughts I’ve been mulling over recently; appreciate anybody who reads the whole thing lol. My “he’s just like me fr” nandor dissertation.

So first things first - alexithymia is a symptom/trait that tends to appear for a lot of neurodivergent people, including myself, as well as those affected by emotional neglect/abuse or other related traumas. It involves "difficulties in identifying, describing, and processing one’s own feelings, often marked by a lack of understanding of the feelings of others, and difficulty distinguishing between feelings and the bodily sensations of emotional arousal" (livingautism.com). For me, though I’m decently good at recognizing others’ emotional states when I’m paying attention, I have a lot of trouble categorizing my own. I have to rely on physical cues (am I smiling? Laughing? Crying? Is my heart beating fast?), mimicking others (if this happened to someone else, how would I expect them to feel? How do other people feel about this so I know what I’m feeling?), or past experience (this thing made me feel like this, so I must be feeling this now). The physical cues are less helpful than they sound, as the definition implies, because maybe my heart is pounding because I’m anxious, or excited, or I hate you, or I like you, or I’m afraid, or I just ran up some stairs. Maybe I’m crying because I’m sad. Or frustrated. Or angry. Or hungry? I literally cannot tell what my emotions are telling me most of the time, which makes communication and relationships extremely difficult to navigate. I don’t know if I enjoy talking to you. I don’t know if I enjoy this activity. I don’t know if I have a crush on you. Everything just feels like anxiety or apathy unless it’s already at 100%. One of the specific anxieties that I deal with in social situations as a result of this is not a fear that people won’t like me, but that I won’t like them. A new person approaches! They want to hang out/date! But oh no, I have no idea how I’m feeling about this person at this point. What if I don’t end up having fun? What if I dislike them and I don’t know why? What if they upset me and I don’t know why? How will I navigate breaking up with them? I’m consumed by the future possibility of being unable to interpret my emotional state and being unable to communicate or verbalize well enough to get out of the situation without acting like a jerk and hurting their feelings or ghosting them completely.

But this post isn’t just me ranting about my brokebrain, I wanna talk about NANDOR’S brokebrain. Some of you may be ahead of me.

Obviously we are all aware that Nandor is completely UNAWARE of his feelings a lot of the time; this is not news, I’m just pathologizing it lol. And not only does he have trouble expressing, identifying, and verbalizing his emotions or recognizing them in others, but...he's dead. He can't rely on physical reactions to help him out - his heart doesn't beat, his skin doesn't flush, he doesn't need to breathe, it's unclear if he can even shed tears! The past 700 years must have felt like endless apathy so much of the time - no wonder he gets depressed.

But it definitely makes sense to me that Nandor is affected by fairly severe alexithymia, and he would have trouble choosing between his wives or recalling the feelings he had for them or which one he really loved and what that felt like beyond just how unobtrusive their presence would be for his day to day routine. And at the same time it is clear to us that he wants nothing more than to hang with Guillermo and spend time with Guillermo and ensure he gives reasons for Guillermo to stick around - but he doesn't really recognize that himself. He becomes increasingly anxious and paranoid as his wedding to Marwa approaches, doesn't understand why he is so fixated on everything that could ruin it or stop it from happening, and projects those thoughts on everyone else around him. He assumes that everyone is conspiring to stop the wedding because he unknowingly wants people to give him reasons to back out. Guillermo confronts him with this, and Nandor can only verbalize that this is a big moment that is making him afraid. (Not to mention that he clearly was waiting for an objection from Guillermo which Guillermo consistently refused to give despite seemingly agreeing with Nadja's. And the whole expecting Guillermo to be jealous and confused/disappointed when he wasn't?? Honey.)

Yet, we also know from the "I like what he likes" wish that Nandor DOES want this wedding to happen. He wants to be married, he wants steady companionship, he wants to tie himself to someone and say "look, look, someone loves me! I am never alone!" Yet immediately after the wedding he balks at turning her and making the marriage "eternal". He is already bored of what he has turned her into and confused why he isn't enjoying the company of someone who will stay by his side and never argue or disagree with him or expect an emotional intimacy from him he can't give. Isn't that what he wanted? Why didn't this fix him? Why is everything still so dull?

(slight tangent on the "I like what he likes" wish honestly what a fuckin DREAM I wish I had a second person who could project my emotions/preferences for me so I could recognize them... I wish they had played around with that for a few more episodes, the comedic potential alone has sustained me for so long...)

He sees Guillermo and Freddie, feels Something, but doesn’t understand what. Discomfort? Longing? Anxiety? Lots of options we as an audience can assume or interpret, but I think we can all agree it's more complicated than just Nandor falling in love at first sight as he assumes. Nandor DOES experience passing infatuations fairly frequently - an intense blaze of emotion he interprets as love and obsesses over, pushing quickly for commitment because he believes that tying himself to someone will solidify those feelings forever. He has to act quick before they fade!

So back to Freddie, Nandor is: 1. Confused by Freddie's presence and unusually pushy about following them around and getting details about their relationship, 2. Genuinely charmed by Freddie's loser white boy swag and interest in artefacts from his home country, 3. Kept up all night by thoughts about Freddie, and 4. Able to recognize that outright stealing him would be a bad move because it would probably make Guillermo upset. Round of applause for #4, good job Nandy.

But, like with the wedding, is he just projecting? Assuming? He knows he feels something strong - an intense blaze of emotion and obsession he associates with his past relationships - and he comes to the conclusion that being with Freddie is what will finally make him happy. Might he actually be feeling misplaced jealousy because he's in love with Guillermo? Or because he sees Guillermo happy in a relationship for the first time and wants that feeling for himself? Or subconsciously sees this as another way to tie Guillermo to him and ensure he can't have a life outside of Nandor? All of these are valid. Nandor certainly doesn't know.

The last point I want to make in this messy ramble of a post is this: what if, in addition to worrying that turning Guillermo into a vampire will set him free from any bonds or obligations to Nandor and he will leave, Nandor is worried HE won't like Guillermo anymore if he is a vampire? And then what?? People change when they...change. He did.

#wwdits #nandermo #nandor the relentless #wwdits speculation #wwdits meta #alexithymia #not art

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saltminerising · 5 months

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seeing the drama go down about the auraboa lore has made me super anxious. as a writer and also an autistic person, it can be hard to fully know and prepare for every single issue ahead of time, and it worries me that i’ll accidentally write something problematic into my own lore on flight rising without realizing it. (also i don’t have the funds to personally hire a sensitivity reader for all my flight rising lore.) it makes me wonder if one day i’ll write something and get cancelled and called racist for something i didn’t intend for it to come across that way at all, despite my best efforts to be cognizant of such things.

i’m not saying people shouldn’t call out these things. as a writer, there’s a lot of pressure to perform, but also the responsibility to get things right, to not spread misinformation or perpetuate harmful stereotypes. but i really think some compassion should be extended to the other side too, that people are human and they do make mistakes, unintentionally causing hurt. should flight rising hire sensitivity readers? absolutely. should they fix and change the issues present within the lore? absolutely. but i also don’t think they intended to belittle or dehumanize a group of people with their recent lore, either.

i know i’ve certainly taken the time to rewrite entire chunks of my own lore when something just felt… off to me for whatever reason. and i think that’s something that no author should be afraid to do. but the sheer hostility that comes from some people can be really daunting and anxiety-inducing. discouraging, even. to some extent, it makes me personally wonder if i should even try to tell stories when people try to find as much fault as possible in them, and aggressively tear them down rather than offering constructive criticism. it creates an environment of hostility rather than a learning space where we can all be better people.

i’m not talking about the folks who have valid criticisms, and voiced those things politely and with respect, who have brought up real concerns. that should by all means get discussed and acknowledged. i’m talking about the ones who are going overboard and getting angry at staff and just straight up calling them extremely racist. not that i’m defending racism. of course not. just that i think being that as accusatory as possible doesn’t get us anywhere other than high tension and mob mentality.

i also think there are definitely people who are being dismissive of these concerns as well, and those folks need to back down too. (especially that individual who posted a baby image as a reply to what an individual stated. that’s such a childish thing to do. please be better than that.) i’m just sad to see some people can’t remain civil about these topics, i guess. i feel like, we’re all people here, we all bleed the same, we all make mistakes. perhaps a little bit of empathy would go a long way from both sides of the equation.

on another note. for the folks who are being equally dismissive of the phobias that genes like medusa and scuttle trigger: people are people, and what bothers one person might not upset another. expecting everyone to feel the same way, and to not have a certain trigger because it doesn’t personally bother you is a very narrow-minded way of thinking. let people exist in the way that they do without making them feel unheard and unseen, as though they are ridiculous or foolish. they’re not.

i love these genes myself, but i can understand if someone else was unnerved by them, because the world is a larger place than my own narrow perception of it. again, compassion and empathy go a long way. please don’t be unkind to the folks who may be dealing with things you are not. wouldn’t you appreciate it if someone was as understanding about the things that upset you?

anyways. sorry for rambling. i’m sure most of you will think this is too much to read, and that’s fine too. i can understand that. regardless of whether you did or not, i hope you all have a good week. rest, hydrate, and take care of yourselves.

#submission #long post #ancient mystery #racism tw #ableism tw

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Ooh what about a pre-epilogue blurb where prince!tom takes care of y/n when she’s suffering from her period or sick or smth like that?? Idk I just thought about it and how cute he would be, ik it’s like a common theme for a blurb so like you don’t have to write it if you’re not into it, just a thought 😊

pairing/au: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, mentions of being sick (obviously lol)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: this blurb is set between chapter three and four! thank you for your request. i hope you like it, and i'm sorry this is so uninspired! i tried my best. i know i said i was open to write pre-epilogue blurbs for this series, but i've decided that this will be the last thing i write for them. the pre-epilogue blurbs need to fit with the rest of the story, and i don't want to mess it up. so i'm leaving it as is!

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“Hi, my darling! Can you hear me?” Tom whispered.

His face had immediately lit up when you answered his Facetime call. He was propped up against fluffy pillows, airpods in his ears, face illuminated by the light coming from his phone. A soft but tired smile pulled at his lips.

“I can hear you!” you whispered back with a smile.

It was Christmas Eve – or more accurately Christmas Day – it was well past midnight. You hadn’t seen Tom in person since your party. The autumn semester had ended, and he’d been whisked away to the palace. Royal duties his new top priority, and he was busy. You’d felt your head spin as he’d told you his schedule for the end of December.

But even with his new, extremely busy, schedule, he’d made time for you. He’d texted you every day since you’d seen him last, and you always Facetimed before bed. A new routine for the both of you. And even when his texts were far and few between – he was always excited to talk to you at night.

And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as excited. Ever since you’d travelled back home to your family for the holidays – it was the one thing you looked forward to every day. You loved your family, of course you did, but being back again made you appreciate moving out of your childhood bedroom, a little more. They were starting to drive you crazy. But talking to Tom made you forget all about them. It was the highlight of your day.

“How was your day?” he asked you, moving a little against his pillows, getting comfortable.

It always made you smile when he asked you that. You knew your day, compared to his, had been less than eventful – but still he wanted to know. “Oh,” you sighed, “kinda boring to be honest. I feel like I’m in this trance when I’m here– like I’m not really myself… like I’m trapped by the walls of my childhood bedroom”.

When the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so honest with him.

“I get it,” he said, a sad smile on his lips, “I feel the same way. Like you’re just walking around putting on an act all day– it’s exhausting”.

And suddenly you didn’t regret it anymore. “I’m sorry, Tom” you whispered.

“I’m sorry too, darling” he whispered back, “I’m sorry I’ve been so slow texting you– it’s been…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“It’s okay, Tom– I know you’re busy! How was your day? You’re still at Sandringham House, right?” you asked, sinking a little deeper into your pillows.

“Yeah, we’ll be here until after New Year’s” he said, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, “But it’s just a lot right now– we had that dinner I told you about today– fucking black tie– lots of guests” he sighed, “and earlier today my grandma said I had to be the one to hold the speech before the dinner. And like I wasn’t prepared for that, so then I was scrambling for something to say, and… I just made a fool of myself”.

“Nooo, Tom! I’m sure you didn’t!” you tried to comfort him the way he always comforted you, “I don’t think you’re able to make a fool of yourself– you’re way too charming for that!”.

He hid a shy smile behind a breathy laugh, “Thank you, darling!”.

“I’m only telling you the truth” you told him, making his smile even bigger and more bashful.

“Shut up!”,

“It’s true!”.

He laughed again, looking away from his phone, “You’re making me blush” he mumbled.

“Well, that’s only fair– you make me blush all the time” you told him.

“I do?” his eyes were back on you, quizzical.

“Are you serious right now?” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“As a heart attack”,

You chortled, “Who even says that?”.

“Um… I do” he faked offence, making you giggle, which then made him giggle.

“Fuck, I miss you” he confessed after your giggles died down, “I wish you were here– or I was there”.

“Me too…”, you gave him a bittersweet smile, “what would we do, you think, if we were together right now?” you asked him, ready to disappear into a fantasy where you weren’t miles apart.

“What we would do, if I were in your bed right now?” he asked with a mischievous smile pulling at his lips.

“Tom…” you warned with a laugh.

“If I were with you right now, I’d wanna… make out” he said matter-of-factly, “Why? Did you have something else in mind?” he teased.

“What! No!” you lied. Of course you wanted to do a little more than kiss, but you respected Tom when he told you he wanted to take it slow.

“You said that way too quickly” he teased, “I thought you missed me”.

“No! I do! I just–”,

He cut you off, “Relax, darling– I’m pulling your leg”.

With a pout on your lips, you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m not sure you deserve any kisses right now” you teased.

“Love, don’t pout at me like that,” he whined, “just makes me want to kiss you even more”.

“Nah-ah!” you shook your head, pout still on your lips, “No kisses for you”.

“Are you serious right now?” he asked you, a hint of hurt in his voice.

“As a heart attack” you teased, making him let out a cackle. “The only man I’ll be kissing tonight is Mr. Harry Styles” you tilted your phone, showing him the old One Direction posters over your bed.

“What does he have that I don’t?” he wondered with a sigh, playing along.

You tilted your head to get a good look at your posters. They were old. You had a couple of group photo posters, probably taken in 2011, and then a few solo ones of each member. You’d gotten them from magazines back when you were a tween, and you’d proudly decorated your walls. Now they were just memories, displaying your old self. You’d never bothered to take them down, and after you moved out, your parents never did either. The only poster you’d brought with you was the Sex Pistols poster your dad had gotten you.

“Hm,” you let a finger graze your chin, “A mop of the softest brown curls, eyes you can drown in… and… the cutest bowtie”.

“Don’t I have all those things already?” he pondered.

You looked back at him with a smile.

“I got the curls” he put up a finger, “I will argue I have the eyes–” he put up another finger.

You cut him off, teasingly refuting with a shrug, “No cute bowtie though”.

“Let me send you a picture of my outfit today” he countered. Then the screen got blurry. Not even a second later your phone dinged with a text message from him. You tapped the notification to a picture of him in a simple black smoking with a bowtie. He looked extremely handsome, like criminally handsome.

“So?” you heard him ask, “Do I meet your standards, or not?”.

You took another look at the picture he sent you, before you clicked back to your Facetime call again. Faking a roll of your eyes, you told him, “I guess”.

“You’re looking at Prince Charming, I’d argue” he quipped.

“Ok, Mr. Humble” you chortled, “You’ve got the prince thing right, but the charming… I don’t know” you teased.

“Um excuse me!” he faked offence, “Didn’t you say I was charming earlier?”.

“Ok, you got me there,” you giggled, “you’re my Prince Charming”.

You talked for another hour. Arguably, you talked for too long. Even if it were the holidays, it was way past your bedtimes when you finally hung up. You’d talked more about your day. He’d told you about Sandringham House, how pretty it was, and how he wanted you to come visit sometime so you could see it for yourself. Then he told you about his brothers who he said was driving him nuts. At least that’s what he told you, but you could see in his eyes when he talked about them, that he’d missed them, even if he denied it.

When you finally hung up, you promised to talk tomorrow. The last thing you heard him say was a whisper of “Merry Christmas, darling”.

Tom almost left John behind by the car, that’s how excited he was to see you. It was finally January. Christmas was over. The new year welcomed, and the old one left behind. He can’t remember if he’s ever been this happy for it to be January. January always dragged its feet, the days short but also somehow way too long. Now, he never wanted them to end. Not if he could spend them with you.

The café bell announced his arrival, behind him he could hear the low panting of John catching his breath. Tom didn’t need to search for you, he knew just where you’d sit. At you and Tom’s table in the corner. He couldn’t fight the smile from spilling when he locked eyes with you.

Finally.

With long strides he crossed the café floor. You were still wearing your winter coat, and around your neck you’d wrapped a big wool scarf. But on your lips, a toothy smile matched his own.

“Hi, darling” he greeted you with an arm open, just waiting to pull you in for a hug.

“Hi!” you sniffled, staying seated.

It was like he’d been punched in the gut. He knew he was in public. Being affectionate with anyone, let alone a woman was strictly against everything he’s been taught throughout his life. Someone could snap a photo at the wrong time, and in the next moment there was an outrageous and untrue story plastered across the front pages of Daily Mail and The Sun. But… he always hugged you hello. As chaste and as friendly the hugs could be, he always cherished the opportunity he had to touch you.

You didn’t get up from your seat.

His hand dropped like dead weight. His disappointment a sinking rock in water. Trying to shake it off he moved to sit down on the bench beside you.

“No!” you cried, hands coming up to stop him from sitting down.

He jumped up. Confusion and hurt blending together, while the sorry look you were wearing, stirred the pot.

“I’m sorry…” you started, and Tom felt his heart pick up its pace.

Were you about to break up with him? You weren’t even together, but he’d argue you were definitely dating. Maybe you’d realised after some time apart, that you actually didn’t like him that much, and that you’d only hung out with him because you had to. Now that you weren’t partners for history anymore, you didn’t need to be his friend.

Shit!

Had he come off too strong? Or maybe not strong enough? Tom liked you so much it scared him. But he knew he was complicated. He came with rules, and duty, and secrecy. He couldn’t blame you for not liking what you saw. He knew you didn’t.

“I’m just feeling a little under the weather,” you explained with a sniffle, “Can you sit over there instead? I don’t want you to get sick!”.

A breath escaped him in relief, which then turned into a chuckle. He sat down in the chair opposite you, hands resting on the table, “You know…” he smiled, “I don’t really care if I get sick”.

“But I do” you stressed. He could hear it now – in your voice – scratchy and hoarse. “You get sick because of me– and next thing I know the Royal Police are at my door arresting me for making you sick”.

His grin grew toothy, “No one’s gonna arrest you, darling”. He was about to reach out across the table, take your hand in his, but then he caught himself. He couldn’t do that.

“You sure?” you bit your lip in uncertainty. You leaned in a little closer, a quick glance at John as he stood guard. “Because I’m not so sure”.

Tom thought you were being silly, but he was enamoured by your concern, it made you look extremely cute. “Yes, I’m sure, darling! And if you were to get arrested, I’d tell them off and have them release you– they can’t say no to me” he grinned.

You gave him a meek smile, and his heart squeezed. He held your gaze for a second, and suddenly he felt himself relax. In you Tom had found shelter. A home away from the expectations everyone had about who he was supposed to be. A home away from all the rules. A home away from the pedestal he was constantly put on. You treated him with grace. Slowly, he’d started to understand that what he had with you, was sacred – but he couldn’t tell you that, not yet. He had to be sure first.

With a dry cough into your scarf, the moment was broken. He hated seeing you like this, and he hated that you’d left your house in this condition just to see him.

“Love, I’m taking you home– you should be in bed” he decided, already getting up from his seat. You started to protest, telling him you weren’t that sick, but he didn’t want to hear it.

“John has the car– we’ll drive you home”,

“Tom! I can’t make you do that” you protested again.

“You’re not making me do anything, darling! I’m offering” he held out his hand. Your eyes flicked from his gaze to his hand. You bit your lip again.

He flexed his hand, “Please”.

When Tom had told you he was taking you home, what he’d meant was: he was taking you to his home. When you’d realised you weren’t going back to your flat, you’d sunk a little deeper into the leather seat of the car.

You’d been dying to see Tom, cursing yourself for getting sick. A bug had spread from family member to family member all throughout the holidays. They’d been falling like flies, but you, you’d been unphased. As healthy as a horse. You now regretted how smug you’d been about not getting sick.

Now you felt like shit. You were shivering and sweating simultaneously. Head killing you with a pressing headache. Your scratchy throat hurt, and every time you swallowed it got worse. Waking up this morning, only one nostril was blocked, but now, you’d started having a hard time breathing through your nose. You felt like actual shit.

With an unnecessary arm around your waist, Tom helped you up the stairs to his flat. Finally at the top, he stepped towards the only door on this floor. The lock clicked, and soon he was guiding you inside with a hand at the small of your back.

You’d never seen his flat before.

The hallway opened up to an open planned living room. A big sofa was placed in the middle of the room, facing big floor-to-ceiling windows. All the walls were painted in a harsh white colour, contrasting the black metal frames of the windows overlooking a cloudy, but busy London.

Tom helped you remove your winter coat, hanging it neatly besides his own coat. A shiver travelled through your body. A prickling feeling, gnawing at your bones. You really didn’t feel well.

Leaving Tom behind by the door, you stepped inside the living room. The ceilings were tall and got even taller as you reached the back of his sofa. The ceiling curved over you, held up by strong beams connecting to a landing above your head. That’s when you realised this flat had a second floor.

“Darling?” Tom spoke softly.

You turned around at his voice, noticing him standing by the stairs with his hand reaching out for you. Quietly, you padded your way over to him, intertwining your hand in his.

He guided you up the stairs, down towards the end of a hallway where he opened the door to his room. He helped you sit at the end of his bed before he turned around to fish out some clothes for you from his closet.

“Do you need help changing, or do you want me to turn around?” Tom asked as he put down a pair of dark plaid pyjama pants and a soft looking lilac hoodie on the bed next to you.

“I don’t think I need help, but you don’t have to turn around” you said, already shedding your knitted sweater. Goosebumps prickled your naked skin, sending a feverish ache throughout your body.

“Okay,” he said with a soft smile. “I’ll go make you some tea, ok? Want you to be changed and under the covers when I get back” he winked.

“You barking orders now? Using your prince privilege?” you teased, slipping his hoodie over your head.

He chortled, “Yes, and you can’t disobey me– that’s treason!” he joked.

“Damnit!” you cursed, letting your head fall.

Cupping your cheeks, he tilted your head upwards. He smiled down at you, eyes crinkling with eyelashes kissing in the corners. Shit! He was so handsome. A beat passed before he bent down, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fell shut at the action.

“You’re hot, love” he said when he pulled away, thumbs haphazardly rubbing your skin.

“Thanks” you whispered, which made him laugh.

“I meant you’re hot, literally,” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead, “you’re burning up”.

“Oh!” you opened your eyes.

He chuckled again before he leaned down to place another kiss to your forehead, “I think you have a fever– maybe we should take your temperature?”.

“I don’t think we’re there yet,” you said with a scrunch of your nose.

His eyebrows met in a furrow, “What do you mean?”.

“I’m not letting you stick anything up my ass!”.

A deep belly laugh erupted from Tom, “Love,” he tried, “I’ve got one of those fancy ones with the laser you point on your forehead”.

“Oh!” you sniffled.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “now get under the covers!”.

You did as you were told, slipping under his duvet, and waited for him to come back with your tea. When he came back, he was balancing a steaming cup in one hand, and a bowl in the other. You scooted a little closer to the middle of the bed, making room for him to sit at the edge. He placed the cup down on his bedside table before he moved an old glass of water and his phone charger out of the way, and carefully sat down the bowl.

“Ok!” he announced, “Ginger tea for you, my love, with some honey and lemon in it,” he pointed to the cup, “I also put paracetamol in it to help with your fever– my friend Kat taught me that!” he smiled, “And here’s some chicken soup” he picked up the bowl.

You sat up a little against his pillows as he handed you the bowl of soup. “How did you make that so fast? You were gone for like five minutes”.

“I asked John to order you some when we got back here” he smiled.

Your gaze dropped to the steaming soup in your hands. You felt bad. It wasn’t John’s job to drive you home or get you soup – his job was to keep Tom safe.

“Tom…” you sighed, circling the soup with your spoon, “You didn’t need to do all this for me!”.

“I know I don’t need to, darling– I do it because I want to! It’s awful being sick without anyone taking care of you, I don’t want you to be alone” he found your leg under the duvet, thumb rubbing soft circles into the doughy flesh of your thigh. “Now eat your soup!” he ordered.

“You and all your orders!” you teased, tasting the soup.

He sat with you as you ate your soup. He did most of the talking, handing you the cup of tea so you could take a sip every once in a while. When you’d finished your soup, he asked you if you wanted more, but you just shook your head. He handed you your tea again before he walked back downstairs with your empty bowl. You’d scooted back down under the covers again when he reappeared in the doorway.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you, sitting back down at the edge of his bed.

“Honestly?” you sighed, “Pretty awful!”.

“Poor baby” he cupped your cheek, thumbing your skin. Then his face lit up, “Turn around” he told you.

With furrowed brows you turned around. Behind you, you felt the bed dip as Tom got under the covers with you. Swinging an arm around your middle, he pulled you towards his chest.

“Tom!” you tried to turn around, “You’ll get sick!”.

He held you in place; his nose brushing against the back of your neck as he got comfortable behind you.

“I really don’t care, my love” he said, placing soft kisses to your neck.

You melted in his hold. Savoured the closeness you’d longed for since your party. You’d missed him. Missed him a lot. You wanted him to hold you. To take care of you. If he didn’t care if he got sick, then you didn’t care either.

You turned your head to look at him. Your prince.

“Okay…” you said softly, “Thank you for taking care of me, Tom!”.

“No need to thank me, my darling!” he said before he leaned forward and brushed his lips over yours.

His kiss was soft and tender and everything you needed.

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clownblr · 9 months

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I wrote a Whole Response to this ask and then I was like oh I wanna browse clown tumblr a bit so I went to save it as a draft and TUMBLR made it come up RED and deleted my whoole thing. So the ask box and the drafts on the blog get eaten up into tumblr’s bottomless gullet. Save me, friends :0( [sad honking noises]

BUT!! Thank you so so much for the ask anon, I got so excited!! :03

You all know parties, pierrot, and scares, but HERE are some clown breeds for YOU that you might not have known about!! (Maybe some of my personal favs hehe)

Porcelains are a favorite of mine- maybe because I care for one myself!!! I’ve seen a lot of pictures of them on my dash, but no one really talking about the breed itself. I think it’s pretty important to do so since they’re not a beginner breed, mostly due to their fragility. They’re very prone to cracking :,0( They evolved from clayface clowns, and their porcelain skin was believe to have been evolved to protect them, like a bird’s egg would- so it’s very good at evenly distributing force, but certain things can cause it to crack.

They enjoy the finer things in life- frills and shiny objects, pastries and sweets- Pinkee has been particularly fond of tea parties recently…. <3 They’re usually very small and dainty little things!! They’re also commonly mixed with other clown breeds such as parties or Pierrot!! Pinkee says hello!!

Rodeos are a breed of clown that I don’t think gets enough love, especially because they’re so so interesting!! Not many people care for them in the home- which I understand, since it’s a bit difficult to reproduce their natural environment. They’re used to warmth, having originated from the desert, and you know.., bull fights are a little difficult to just whip out in your backyard. They’re a very daring, energetic, and charming breed though! Some of my favs <3

Acrobats!!! Ough!! /pos!! They’re definitely not a breed I see on tumblr a lot, in comparison to their working human counterparts for which they were named. Different varieties/subspecies have popped up all over the globe, which I think is really cool!! They tend to parallel the humans performing the tricks they love :)) which I think is really sweet.. <3 They require a looooot of space, which is why they’re not as common domestically- they need room and equipment to swing and leap around. Their unique behaviors are what make them some of my favorites!!

Jesters have been making a comeback, as evident from my little friend Pinkee. They’re a living underdog story, really! They originate from the court jester, which was a breed that was believed to have gone extinct by the 21st century, due to the loss of their habitat and the way they evolved into different modern breeds of clown. But following the discovery of an isolated colony, clown husbandry enthusiasts worldwide have been working to spread this newer, more modern form of this breed that is more reminiscent of the court jester!! Court jesters themselves are very interesting to me, I always have some hope they’re not actually extinct,,

Teddies are, well- very similar to teddy bears, and come in a lot of different aesthetic varieties!! Usually very frilly and fluffy <33 They’re very good with kids and are overall just an extremely pleasant breed and wonderful for families! Very low maintenance as well- though they still need love and attention just like any other clown!!! They’re super common- sometimes you’ll see a teddy and you might not even know it’s a living clown, which has spooked me at the shelter,,,,,,,,Many Times,,,,,,,, I love them dearly though, they’re such cute little things! They love pastries and fluffier foods like cotton candy!

And those are some of my favs/breeds I think deserve more love!!!!! I can write up some more if you need, I was just very excited to write abt these guys!!!

Sending love! Please update us on that master post if you can!

-Mod Grace :0)

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Heizou takes Kazuha outside and he immediately pushes the man into the wall. Kazuha looks at him in shock with a red face. He can feel Heizous breath come onto his face.

Kazuha gulps once Heizou blows into his ear. “Are you ready?” Heizou asks with lust. Kazuha nods and wraps his arms around his neck. He closes his eyes, puckering his lips and he feels Heizous nose boop his own. Yet, nothing happened.

Kazuha opens one eye and Heizou just stares with a frown. “Heizou?” He pulls away leaving Kazuha is extreme confusion. “Heizou-“ “Is that all you see me, Kazuha?” He finally said. “What?” Heizou rubs his temples. “Never mind.”

Heizou begins to walk away but Kazuha grabs his hand. “Wait, Heizou! If it’s about what happened last time-“ “Of course it’s about what happened last time!” He shouts causing Kazuha to let go. “Kazuha, I’m in love with you and you take it for granted! If you can’t handle it then just say it!” Kazuha bites his lip. “I’ve told you, I just need time!” “But I can’t wait any longer! I don’t want to keep doing this Kazuha!”

Kazuha doesn’t respond which frustrates Heizou even more. “You never know what to say and I’ve had enough. Sometimes I wish we never met.” Kazuha gasps, “Heizou, I’m sorry…” “I’m tired of your sorry’s. Do you even love me?” “I-I do!” “Then say it! Say that you love me!”

Kazuha opens his mouth but nothing comes out. Heizou feels tears well up. “It’s so easy for me to say I love you but so hard for me to say I hate you.” He wipes his eyes quickly.

Kazuha grips onto his shirt. “Heizou, please, don’t leave me. I’m sorry, I really am but I’m not ready! You don’t understand, I can’t lose you. If you leave me, I don’t know what’d I do to myself…” Heizou feels tears form even more. “Kazuha-“ “Heizou, I can’t say it because if I do then…” Tears fall from Kazuha’s eyes. “…there’s a chance we won’t last.”

Heizou walks to him and cups his face. “Why do you say that?” Kazuha sniffles, “I’m scared. I don’t want you to…” He looks down. “Heizou, he was the one I loved and spent my whole life with and now he’s gone. I don’t know if I can handle the same pain again. I care for you so much and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Heizou sighs, “Nothing will happen to me. I’m going to be okay. I’m okay right now.” Kazuha shakes his head, “T-There’s still a chance and-“ Heizou kisses him to stop the man from talking. He pulls away with a sad smile. “Kazuha, let’s end this.”

Kazuha’s eyes widen. “Weren’t you paying attention?” “I was.” Heizou nods. “But Kazuha, I think we should take some time apart. It’s clear that we aren’t ready.” Kazuhas eyes water and he covers his face, letting the tears flow while his body shakes. “I’m sorry.”

Heizou chuckles. “Stop saying sorry.” “I can’t!” Kazuha cries as he hiccups uncontrollably. Heizou flicks his forehead. “Kazuha, everything’s going to be okay. I can’t promise you I’ll be single forever but if we somehow don’t get together again, I want you to know that you were everything to me.” His words only made Kazuha cry even more.

He wanted to apologize but he knew Heizou would still continue to smile. Kazuha said not a word and Heizou stayed with him until he finished crying.

The men hear giggling and Heizou sees a little girl run inside the building. ‘How odd.’

“Albedooooooo!” Albedo hears his name from the stand then grins upon seeing who it is. “Klee!” The little girl runs even faster and jumps into his arms. “Albedo, I made it!” “You did!” He twirls her around and puts her back down. “Good to see you too, Klee.” Kaeya joins in and Klee gasps. “Kaeya!” She hides behind her brothers legs. “What’s he doing here..”

Albedo pats her head. “It’s okay, Klee. Kaeya and I made up.” “For real?!” He nods and Klee eyes him with uncertainty. Kaeya pouts with a hand on his chest. “I’m hurt, Klee! I love your brother so much! Honest!” Klee puffs her cheeks. “Hmmm okay but my eyes are on you!” She points directly at him and Albedo sighs, “Who taught you that?” “Mama!”

You notice Klee and immediately run to Albedo. “Oh my gosh is this Klee?!” The little girl blinks then grins with a nod. “I’m Klee! Albedos little sister!” She waves and you wave too. “You’re so cute!” “Thank you!” Scaramouche makes his way to you and stands behind you. You turn to him filled with excitement. “Scaramouche, it’s Klee!” “Why are you making her sound like a celebrity?”

You roll your eyes. “I always wanted a sibling. It feels so lonely sometimes.” Scaramouche looks up then at you. “I’m an only child I think.” “You think?” You raise a brow. He shrugs in response. “Who knows if my mom got knocked up again.” You pat his cheek. “Let’s not think about that then.” He nods and kisses you.

Klee screams and covers her eyes. “They just kissed!” Kaeya chuckles, “Yes that’s what couples do. You didn’t act like this when I kissed your brother.” “I guess that’s true…I’ve seen worse from you and Albedo.” The four of you look at each other then at Klee. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask. Klee giggles, covering her mouth. “If you know you know.” Scaramouche snickers then crosses his arms. “I like this kid.”

Albedo immediately turns red. “Let’s…stop talking now…” Klee laughs and runs around her brother’s legs cheering, “Albedo and Kaeya! Albedo and Kaeya!” You giggle, “It seems nice to have a sibling.” “It’s a nightmare.” Diluc has joined the conversation and he stands by Kaeya. “Diluc!” It’s diluc!” Klee chirps, running to him and hugs his legs.

Diluc smiles and picks her up. “You’ve gotten bigger.” She giggles even more. “Did you hear?” She loudly whispers to the redhead. “Kaeya and Albedo are together!” “I saw.” He mimics her tone. Kaeya rolls his eyes. “Yn, thank god you don’t have an annoying brother like him.” Kaeya points and Diluc scoffs, “You’re more annoying than me.”

You hum, “Still, having a sibling can be the greatest thing ever.” Scaramouche glances at you. “I love Albedo.” Klee says, hugging Dilucs neck. “You say that but cuddle with Diluc.” The blonde sighs. “Dilucs lonely!” Klee pouts and Diluc frowns.

Suddenly, the instructor calls everyone’s attention. She stands in the center where she can observe every single person in the room. “I’m sure you all waited long enough as you’re anticipating the winner of it all.” You instantly grip Scaramouche’s hand tightly.

“Thank you to everyone’s feedback and critiques to each artwork. It was helpful for me to nominate a winner. But first, let’s applaud to the constants who all shined bright today.” Everyone begins to clap and cheer after that. Kaeya kisses Albedos cheek while Scaramouche kisses yours. He whispers in your ear, “Winner or not, I’m proud of you.” You look right into his eyes and smile. “Thank you.”

The instructor pulls out an envelope from her pocket. “And now, to see who will win the grand prize.” Everyone in the room grows dead silent as she slowly takes out the card in the envelope. She stares at it longingly with her smile growing bigger. “Y/N L/N.” She says, looking straight at you with a motherly aura.

Your eyes widen and jaw drop. “I…I won?” Everyone stares at you until you suddenly jump up and down, screaming. “OH MY GOD I WON!!” Your reaction causes everyone to clap and congratulate you. Your friends huddle around you, even Heizou and Kazuha made it. “Congratulations Yn!” Albedo says and you hug him tight. “I’m so glad i got to do this with you!” He smiles and hugs back. “Me too.”

You let go and the twins tackle you in a hug. “OH MY GOD YN THIS IS AMAZING!” Lumine says and pulls you away. You notice both of them had tears falling down their faces. “Yn, I’m so happy for you!” Aether tells you and you hug him separately. “Thank you so much, Aether!” Each one congratulates you with Scaramouche being the last one.

“Yn,” He starts and you look at him, thinking he was going to hug you next. Well, he did, but he picks you up and twirls you around. You gasp in surprise as your hands are placed on his shoulders. “Scara!” He doesn’t put you down but kisses you. “I’m so happy.” He tells you, “I love you, Yn and you deserve this win. I hope to see you paint even more throughout our life together.” You felt the tears come and you laugh, kissing him again. “I love you too Scara! I promise I’ll paint for you forever and ever!”

He twirls you around again which makes you laugh even more. Scaramouche finally puts you down and hugs you once more. He kisses your neck before whispering, “I promise I’ll make you happy and give you a big family.” Your face turns bright red as he pulls away with a smirk. You stutter and squish your cheeks. “Y-You’re thinking about that already? But w-we’re not even engaged!” You mumble but Scaramouche shows you the ring you gifted him.

That only makes you heat up even more. “No way you guys are thinking about marriage!“ Childe points since he overheard your comment. “You’re getting married?!” The twins shout at the same time. “N-No!” You stutter still. Scaramouche says nothing but smile at everyone.

“Aether, why don’t we get married?” Xiao asks seriously, causing Aether to choke. “X-Xiao we just got together! That’s too fast!” “Really?” “Yes really!” You all continue to chat with the tension in the air vanishing and filling with relaxation. Your instructor walks to you all. “Yn,” She says, “Congratulations.” You grin and bow, “Thank you so much for choosing me!” She laughs quietly then shifts her gaze to Albedo. “You did great as well.” He nods, “Thank you very much.”

She goes back to looking at you. “You may proceed to make out with your boyfriend now.” You gasp dramatically, “I-ITS NOT LIKE THAT!” She laughs again but louder this time. “It’s all coming to an end so you may leave whenever you like. Please put away your artwork though as id like to see them one last time.” “Yes ma’am.” You and Albedo say and she walks off.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Scaramouche asks you and you look at Albedo for approval. He chuckles, “You can go, Yn. I still want to show Klee around.” You nod, “If you want Albedo, I can keep my painting up so she can see.” “It’s alright. You can put it away.” “Okay.” Albedo looks up at Kaeya. “Is it okay if we stay longer?” “Of course.” He wraps an arm around his waist. “Gay.” Klee and Diluc say together. “Shut up!” Kaeya kicks his brothers behind.

“If you’re leaving, Yn, then we should get going too.” Lumine states and looks at his brother. “Sure. Do you want to come over at my place, Xiao?” Xiao thinks for a moment. He quietly stares at Zhongli who is a bit shocked that he wants his okay.

Zhongli chuckles. “Xiao, you’re old enough to make your own decisions.” Xiao pouts a little. “I haven’t seen you in forever so I don’t know.” “Are you guys related?” Kazuha asks. “No. Zhongli was just nice enough to take me in when I was a kid because of my situation.” “Interesting.” Venti replies and him and Zhongli stare at each other.

“I’ll get going then.” You say before the two older men start fighting. “Me too.” The twins say. “Ah, Kazuha, Heizou, where were you guys? We were looking for you.” You ask. Heizou shrugs, “Fresh air. It’s stuffy in here.” You nod, “That’s true.” “You’re so naive.” Scaramouche says and you growl. “What the hell?!”

“Yn,” Thoma speaks up. You’ve never realized he’s been basically silent this whole time. “I have to go too. B-Because of work…” “Oh okay. Do you have enough for the train?” “Yes, I’ll be okay.” Diluc looks at the ground. “Bye Yn, Albedo. Congratulations on your win.” He fakes a small smile before rushing out the door. You frown but didn’t want to push him for answers.

“Let’s put away my painting.” You say and you and your boyfriend go to your area. The twins, along with Xiao, bid farewell and left. “I’ll leave too.” Kazuha yawns. “It’d be nice if someone walks me home though.” Heizou blushes then smiles. “Alright. Just one last thing for you.” Kazuha laughs. The boys leave too, feeling more comfortable than ever.

Klee takes a look at Dilucs sad face and frowns. “Diluc what’s wrong? Why’re you so sad?” “Because he lost his chance.” Kaeya speaks for him. Diluc furrows his brows. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You know I’m right.” Diluc puts Klee down so she goes to Childe for him to carry her. He does which flutters Zhonglis heart. “It’s too late, okay? There’s no saving what we had.” “Diluc, you can’t say that if you don’t try.” Kaeya places a hand on his shoulder.

Diluc huffs, “Not everyone has it good like you and Albedo.” “Yeah Kaeya.” Childe spat out and Kaeya pouts. “Kay…well…” He sighs, “Diluc, I love you, but you’re stupid like seriously.” “Wha-“ “I mean, you literally broke up with him because of paparazzi like…have you not watched ANY romance movies?”

Diluc rolls his eyes, “What does that have to do with anything?” “Everything! Diluc, my dearest brother,” Kaeya stands right in front of him, both hands on his shoulders. “You’re terrible.” Diluc furrows his brows. “If all you’re going to do is insult me then-“ “Yes actually! When you told me you broke up with Thoma, I thought you were insane, like, literally. Thoma is the nicest guy I have ever met, no offense babe, and you just let him go because you’re scared of what others will say?!”

Diluc shoves his hands away. “You don’t get it, Kaeya. I didn’t want Thoma to deal with the pressure. He deserves better than dating a celebrity…” Kaeya crosses his arms and opens his mouth to argue once more but Diluc continues to talk. “I didn’t want to keep hiding our relationship anymore. I didn’t want to keep sneaking him into the building or not give him any pda. I want to be able to say I love you in front of people.” He sighs, “I just…wanted us to be normal.”

Kaeya frowns, feeling a bit bad. Suddenly, Childe begins to speak, “No relationship is ‘normal’. Everyone is different. It’s clear thoma didn’t care about all that stuff because he loved you so much. I think what matters most is the bond you both have. Thomas really nice and kind. He’s always understanding and is a good friend.” He glances at Zhongli and catches him staring, which makes Zhongli look away immediately. Childe shakes it off and looks back at Diluc.

“Being in a relationship is hard, believe me, even though I’ve been single since forever but still! It’s hard. But if you’re just going to give up after some…fiasco…then you don’t deserve him.”

“I didn’t give up on him…” “Sounds like it.” Kaeya jumps in. “Diluc,” Childe eyes him, “You let him run off right now. You didn’t bother to talk to him and when you did, you guys just argued. You’re telling us that you didn’t give up on him when you let all of that happened? Will you be happy if he finds someone else? If he moves on? You fight for him. Who gives a shit about what others say! If you get fired then you get fired! You got the guy and that’s what you want! You can become a singer all over again in a later time. Don’t make the same mistake again.”

Hearing that, Diluc breathes in, “Okay. I’m going to win Thoma over.” “Okay buddy we didn’t mean that.” Kaeya says and Diluc frowns. “Then what the hell did you mean?!” “Uh, have a normal adult conversation duh!” “I really despise you.”

Klee, who was still in Childes arms, looks at the men in extreme confusion. “I feel like I shouldn’t have heard all that.” “You shouldn’t.” Albedo states and glared at Kaeya. “It’s a grown up conversation.” “So, I’m a grown up!” Klee cheers but Albedo shakes his head. “Come on, Klee. Let’s go see all the artworks before we go home.” “Yay!!” Childe puts Klee down and she rushes to her brother.

Diluc gulps and begins to head out, hopefully, Thoma didn’t leave yet.

- SO SORRY I HAVENT IPDATED IN A MONTH…

- pretty busy with clinicals and i had to work on this stupid video project 😓

- but we’re near the end…

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xenonsdoodles · 4 months

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felix h. fraldarius

FELIX!

First impression:

Swordguy!

I’ve been informed by multiple independent sources that I am going to like him and I don’t get a choice, so like, let's see how that turns out

Asshole (affectionate?) (maybe?)

Impression now:

OUGH he’s a mess and I love him a lot. His personality reminds me of my horse and I think he’d hate to hear that but I mean it as a compliment (specifically that he’s a loyal, intelligent, determined and extremely trustworthy friend who is no less a rude and stubborn little bastard man for it). I frequently wish I could hug him even though I do not think he would let me, realistically. Half the time when I start talking about him I make myself sad but that’s just how it is with bitches from Faerghus :)

Favorite moment:

I think it’s funny that almost every time he actually tries to be nice (or at least not openly rude) to someone for the first time, the person he’s talking to is like “what do you mean. you bastard. you evil little man. what ulterior motives do you have.” Annette, Bernie, Lysithea, it keeps happening.

Alternatively, the time in my og run when I had him solo the Fraldarius soldiers in that one training mission while everyone else just followed him around cheering him on the whole time. I like to think he knew a lot of those guys and it was very satisfying to beat some of them.

Idea for a story:

Same one I mentioned in the ask about Dimitri. dies

Unpopular opinion:

I could pick him up I bet. idk I don't know what counts as unpopular

Favorite relationship:

Ok I feel obvious saying Sylvain but they really are very extremely. I’ve gotten two of their endings so far. One of them made me die (positive) and the other made me die (dead). I’m also, maybe predictably, compelled by whatever the hell his situation is with Dimitri (side note, in my first run I kept putting them on stable duty as the Get Along Or Else activity and they kept getting perfect results and he complained every time, which. yeah). I love his Sword Bros friendship with Byleth. And I did not expect it, but his A support with Dedue was one of my favorites in the route… him being all “you shouldn’t risk your life because strategically etc etc etc” and Dedue like “love you too” lmao get read idiot

Favorite headcanon:

I sometimes forget he isn’t canonically a trans man. Relatedly, I think that Glenn helped him pick his name not long before he died—Felix chose it himself, of course, that was important to him, but Glenn gave him suggestions and talked through it with him while he was working on it. I also think Rodrigue wants to accept him as his son, but Felix has a pretty clear mental image of the kind of man he thinks his father would respect and he Does Not Want To Be That. And sometimes when he looks in the mirror he looks more like Glenn than he did the last time. And it’s a mess. :)

it's him .

#fire emblem #felix hugo fraldarius #Prickly Rude Bitch (justifiable) is one of my favorite character types tbh #got uh. a little heavy with the trans headcanons lmaooooo sorry :))))))) it b like that sometimes I guess #ask meme #talking

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averagetmntfan · 4 months

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it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

#<3 #jj rambles #jj rants #Jj…vents??#Happy new year!#2024 :0

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cephalonheadquarters · 5 months

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post that is me talking about ratchet and clank

Hi for the past twelve days I have been on a marathon of checking out every main Ratchet & Clank game. I do not know why I decided to get into this series. The idea appeared into my mind one day and I went Ok. Time to gaming. And then typed out my thoughts after finishing each game

So here are my thoughts on all the games I’ve seen (includes spoilers and a lot of words)

TL;DR: The Ratchet & Clank series are both the best and worst games I have ever experienced and I only recommend the first and last game

FIRST OFF; I will not be commenting on the gameplay itself because! I have never played these myself! I cannot afford to play them myself 😁. However I think the gimmick(?) of the gameplay like constantly switching between guns and leveling them up and stuff is extremely cool. OK Thinking

Ratchet & Clank (2002)

Nice and simple. I like how rustic it felt. Awesome anti capitalism. Ratchet is a jerk which I like because character development happens later on. For some reason I found it difficult to like Clank at first?? Overall though it is very good. Captain Quark needs to die

Going Commando

Story was paced weird but it was made in 10 months and they didn’t have actual writers apparently so I understand. It got better near the ending. I liked Angela she was cool and silly. Captain Quark needs to die

Up Your Arsenal

Very good, great introduction to Dr. Nefarious. I like him he is funny. I love his contrast with his butler Lawrence and the fact that he insults Nefarious in the most passive aggressive way but also follows his orders anyway. A lot of random pointless stuff though but the secret agent Clank thing was cute I liked the levels for him. Britney Spears knockoff (Courtney Gears) was there I guess I liked the level aesthetic for her. Captain Quark needs to die

Tools of Destruction

I like to ignore this one.

Quest for Booty

Pirates were there. I didn’t even pay attention to the story I just remember Clank appearing out of thin air and leaving (I skipped nearly the entire game and only saw the first and last part I cared for none of it)

A Crack in Time

Really good. Animation was amazing, especially for Dr. Nefarious. The Clank levels were very cool and I love that he actually gets a weapon. I like Sigmund also he reminds me of Filbo Bugsnax and I am glad he got promoted in the end. The time stuff was a bit messy but all the games are messy so I don’t give a darn. I really liked the reunion with Ratchet and Clank and how Ratchet was so tired and they just sorta laid there on the ground for a bit. I also really liked when Clank reached out his hand for a handshake and Ratchet hugged him instead 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I LOVE STRONG FRIENDSHIPS And the whole part with Clank watching Ratchet sorta die right in front of him made me jawdrop. And I think Ratchet should have been glad that Azimuth died too. I seriously enjoyed the ending cutscene though with Ratchet about to leave by himself all sad and Clank running to join him 🥹🥹 I liked it a lot. Very very good game I loved the Ratchet and Clank’s friendship-focused parts a ton and Nefarious’s silly movements he was really good. Captain Quark needs to die

Into the Nexus

The story was simple I don’t really have a strong opinion on it. It sure was an Into the Nexus! Captain Quark needs to die

Rift Apart

Oh my goodness.Wow . Wow. Wow. WOW. What A Game. I thoroughly enjoyed it from start to finish. The story was extremely good, lots of layers to it.

I'm having trouble forming thoughts right now it is late at night at the time of typing this up so I'm putting it in a list but some of them are paragraphs ok Also out of order they don't make sense

-Ratchet's characterization was... Interesting?? I don't really mind too much since I'm able to ignore it, but I feel like he was out of character for most of the game. I still love him, though. Clank mostly stayed the same to me, at least. I liked his interactions with Rivet during the time they spent together, with Rivet being all suspicious of him in the beginning and Clank only trying to help and later gaining her trust and them becoming a decent team.

-I enjoyed the Clank puzzles and I liked Gary, he's silly. The thing with the Plumber actually being Gary's dad was a surprise LOL I like the running gag of him showing up or being mentioned throughout the games

-I'm also a sucker for when robots feel emotions, so the parts with Clank or Kit feeling bad always get me ☹️☹️☹️☹️

-Speaking of Kit, I really like how Rivet and Kit's relationship was handled. I like that they didn't know they had met one another before the events of Rift Apart. I like that they had genuine conflict with one another, with Rivet attempting to patch things up but it didn't go how she wanted, and so she got frustrated and just left Kit behind like that. It made me sad to see her without Kit and that Kit wasn't even there when everyone else was all together at Zurkie's just before the final fight :(

-I thought it was cute when Rivet was practicing saying "Hi" to Ratchet before they met face to face aueee AND WHEN THEY DID MEET UP AND SHE MET KIT AND aiuauuaeee it was so cute i love them forever

-I LOVE JUICE AND JUNK BOT AND I MISS THEM SO MUCH AUAUEEEE I LOVE i love junk bot. Junky. I miss him i miss him he;s one of my favorite side characters

-Clank swearing was unexpected but welcome

-I liked Emperor Nefarious & Dr. Nefarious's Doofenshmirtz-type relationship like in that one P&F movie

-Captain Quantum is miles better than Quark and I like that he was also some sort of pirate captain

-Where Talwyn .?? She's not a favorite of mine but I was kind of confused when she was just Gone except for in the credits. Lol ?

-I liked Pierre he was extremely annoying but in a good way

-Goons-4-Less guys were funny I love their stupid dialogue

-WAIT I ALSO REALLY LOVE Emperor nefarious enemy troops THEY'RE SO ENTHUSIASTIC i love them and their voices

-All the planets were absolutely FANTASTICAL. I LOVED THE ENVIRONMENTS SO MUCH AND HOW THE CRYSTAL THINGY worked i forgot what it was called but it was so crazy how an entirely different world just instantly loaded like that. Wow wow wow

-The pirate trials gave me secondhand embarrassment

-I like that Kit wasn't a defective war bot like how Clank was. Which is probably obvious that she wouldn't be a defective bot considering this is supposed to be opposite dimension stuff but watever I still like it

-Music good

-ZURKON JR I LOVE ZURKON JR. Invader zim

-I LOVED THE WHOLE SEQUENCE WITH THE GRIND RAILS AND THE FIXER AAHHH THAT WAS AWESOME HOW EVERYTHING Was falling apart around you and that brief moment of Rivet sliding across his shoulders like a bridge to another side that was so so so so SO cool

-Glitch segments were cute

-Final boss was AMAZING. THE GIANT ROBOT. WONDERFUL

-Dr. Nefarious also being against Emperor Nefarious was very good and that last part with him kicking Emperor off the cliff was Perfect

-End credits song was a pleasant surprise. Enjoyed very much

-CLANK'S NEW ARM MATCHING RIVET'S AND KIT'S COLOR SCHEMEEEEE AIUAHUJHHGUUGHJGHJJBHBHGBBHHBHJHFJHNHJNGFHJNFDNNF 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-THE CREDITS ART WAS SO SO SO CUTEEEE^^^^

-And, of course, Captain Quark needs to die

Uhuhhmm that is all I can think of and I am tired! And if I did think of any more, this list would be far longer than it already is because there's just so many crazy things in this game

Wait also my tierlist because i felt like i had to make one:

Ok. NOW that;s all. Goodbye no more ratchet & clank EVER (I plan on watching the movie at some point just to see how terrible it is (Im sure its terrible because why wouldnt it be LOL)

#ratchet and clank #r&c #It took me two hours to type out my thoughts on rift apart ummm...ok!!

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I’m really glad that those asks I sent out are being well-received. There’s still a few more that I need to write up, but, I’m pacing myself. :’)

Thoughts about my own current state beneath the cut, since my therapist always encourages me to open up to the people in my space. Some of it can be potentially triggering, so, please do not open if the discussion of trauma, stalking and abuse is harmful to you:

I’ve been vocal about the horrifying, traumatic stuff that caused me to leave the RPC in 2017, to a few of you before. Without going into deep detail, between the years of 2017-2021, I was trapped in an extremely, extremely abusive relationship with a member of the RPC who is no longer here, thank fuck. Because of my poor coping skills and extremely fragile mental health at the time, he managed to keep me in a social isolation until I finally left him in 2021. And I mean true social isolation; I wasn’t allowed to talk to anybody but him. (I literally had to lie and pretend like I was having internet troubles if I even wanted to open up another chat box on Discord to talk to somebody, because he would literally point out the amount of minutes it took for me to respond to him.) He tracked my location in real time with GPS. He controlled what I ate when we spent time together irl. He forced me to quit one of my jobs before, because he wasn’t pleased with how busy I was. Any free time I had, had to be given to him. I had no identity, no autonomy, no sense of self.

Since I left him in 2021, I’ve been in a long process of learning how to be a human being again, how to exist around multiple people, and how to monitor my energy levels. It’s been hard, and, there’s a lot of times where I have to learn that I am adapting to an entirely new way of life. I used to be able to write a lot of thread replies, ask replies, and drabbles in a short period of time, but, my brain just does not do that anymore. And it makes me sad, but, I know that my RP partners understand my situation.

I cannot emphasis how much going from *one* person to— well, a lot of good friends has been good for me, but also a difficult experience in itself, because I’m still fighting with my own hypersensitivity and paranoia.

Choosing to come back here was one of the scariest decisions I have ever made. And, even though I don’t vocalize it, I actively fight trauma responses every single time I open Tumblr— not because anybody is doing anything to me, but because the experience I went through was so deep.

That’s why I’ve been trying to take a minute to sit down, and send some nice words to everybody. You never know what somebody is going through. *Nobody* knew what I was going through, because I hid it so well— because I was forced to. We’re all human beings, on this rock, and we all chose to sit here and write, whether because it is a coping mechanism, something we’re passionate about, or because it’s simply fun. And I think that’s really, really beautiful.

I don’t think I’m ever going to be the same, energetic Rex that I once was. And I wish I could be. But that is okay.

So, for the people who welcomed me back, and remembered me: thank you for accepting my return, and accepting my apology.

And for the people who didn’t know me, who have become my friend lately: thank you for giving me a chance.

I’ve lost a lot of people, both friends and family, in the past decade or so. Nobody can fill those gaps, but, you guys make me feel a lot less lonely. Believe it or not, I don’t have many friends irl, and I really don’t know what I would be doing with myself right now if I hadn’t chosen to come back to Tumblr.

I wish there was more I could do to help uplift everybody who has been having a difficult time lately, I really, really do. But, at the end of the day, I cannot; what I can do, is point out that there’s at least *one* person out there who wants to see the best happen for you.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I just want to be a good person, despite of the horrible things I was called by my abuser, and I hope I am doing that.

#➤ 《 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 》 Out Of Character

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 5 : Get to Know

Summary: Sansa, a 26-year-old graduate student, who unexpectedly encounters a twist of fate when she comes across an actor she never knew before!

Sansa led the four actors into the living area. They all sat down on the large sofa that was prominently placed in front of the bookshelf. She sat on the sofa opposite them. The girl was extremely nervous at this moment. She’s not acting right. Because this was the first time she had brought a stranger into her apartment. All four of them were also men. That doubled the nervousness.

This was not normal for her to blindly bring someone into her own safe space. Even though she knew they could be trusted, it still made the girl feel very nervous.

“Why did you choose to study art?” Cillian asked.

The young woman thought for a moment.

“Um…. It’s a continuation of when my parents passed away.” She said with a sad look in her eyes. “I was only seventeen at the time. I didn’t know how to deal with various feelings. How did that come to me? I’m not a good speaker and don’t express myself much. One day, I sat down to draw a picture. At that time, I painted it with every emotion I had. So it made me know Art has no voice. No need to sit and talk. It is a space for us to easily express our feelings. And when that work is finished, paintings are able to communicate the emotions of the owner of the piece. Without speaking. Just looking at it, we can understand that What does the owner of this work want to convey? And how are you feeling? So that’s what I chose to study and pay attention to.”

She tried to explain her feelings to Cillian, who asked, and other people who are sitting and listening intently to understand as easily as possible.

“Wow, you explain the word. The art is really good, I can understand that,” Fin said.

“I’m just explaining my feelings. Art is the ultimate in emotional fluidity. There is no definition.”

“Are you English? Or did you just come to study here?” Stephen asked.

“I’m English,” She continued. “But I’ve only been back in England for two years. Before that, I went to study in America.”

“Oh, I guess that’s why you have an American accent. Because of this,” Joe added.

She laughed.

“Yes, I have an American accent. It’s much easier to speak and listen to than a British accent.”

Everyone laughed in agreement at her words.

“True!”

“You all work in the film industry in the same way? You mean they’re all actors?” She asked them, curious.

“Uh… No! I am a screenwriter and director. But we work together. In the series Peaky Blinders,” Stephen replied, gesturing to Cillian, Joe, and Fin.

“These three people. Who are the main actors of the story” The three male actors turned around and smiled at her in a friendly way.

“Oh wow… am I hanging out with celebrities? Guess I’ll have to look into this!” She excitedly replied to them.

“I’m still very surprised. When you say to your friend, ‘Don’t know Cillian,’” Stephen said and laughed.

The person being talked about, “I’m not that famous!” Cillian interrupted his screenwriter friend.

“Sorry, I don’t really watch many series or movies.” Sansa bowed her head in acceptance. She immediately felt anxious. Because since her parents passed away, she had never been to a movie theater or even looked for other entertainment. The young woman could only keep to herself and study the three courses. She has to divide her study time every day between the two universities, with no days off.

“I study quite hard. So I didn’t have much time to do any other activities during that time. I had never been to a movie theater in the five years I studied in America. Because I have to read a book and deliver work every day. That’s why I didn’t get to know the actors much. I just came back to watch movies or series when I was back in England.”

She replied with a sad, remorseful look on her face.

“No need to apologize. We understand that you study very hard. It’s strange that you don’t know us,” Cillian told her understandingly.

“I studied really hard. Sometimes I used to sit and think, ‘Why did I do it?!’” The girl laughed at what she had done.

“Final period for each major. I haven’t slept at all. Especially if it’s the same time as submitting work or taking exams. I’m like a walking pudding.”

She stood up. Wobbling around in her chair to show them her condition then.

“It’s terrible!!!” She moaned under her breath.

“We can imagine.” They laughed at the girl’s expression a moment ago.

“Are you alone, or do you have siblings? Can I ask?” Finn asked.

The woman was a little fumbling at the question, until Stephen noticed.

“Hey, you’re making her uncomfortable, Fin,” he admonished his fellow actor.

“I’m fine. I just don’t know how to say it. I’m an only child.”

She added, “I’m quite an introvert. That’s why I don’t get to meet anyone or talk to anyone much. Except for friends in class who study together. But I only talk during class. Didn’t hang out or talk outside either. I have only one close friend, Gigi, who I met at Mr. Louis’ shop only today.”

She was extremely nervous. Because it is quite a personal matter. And they were strangers. But when she thought about it, each person was very good to her. Plus, they helped her even though they didn’t even know each other. That’s why she decided to tell them her personal story.

Cillian listened intently to the woman. He felt a lot of sympathy for her. With her personality he saw from the first time. And from the fact that he overheard her and her friend’s conversation in that restaurant. Let him know that she is peaceful and likes privacy. The more her parents and family left. In life, there is only one close friend like this. He felt sad for her.

“It must be pretty lonely, right? Being all alone?” Cillian asked her.

Sansa’s eyes flickered slightly to the owner of the voice.

“There are some, but I’m used to things like this…I know that I look rather strange,” she laughed.

“Oh, not at all,” he hurriedly protested, along with the others as well.

“Well, I’m a rather boring person. It shouldn’t be much fun to talk about. And shy too. It was very difficult for me to get to know or talk to people. Makes me not have many friends. And I don’t use social media either. That made me less likely to get to know people.”

She was still nervous like that.

“You are very fun to talk to. We confirm,” Fin said.

The young woman smiled in response. Before changing the subject because now she was starting to feel uncomfortable with being the one being questioned.

��Do you guys like listening to the piano? I’ll play it for you. The wine will taste better.”

“Good. We’d like to hear it,” Stephen replied.

Sansa sat in her usual position in front of the heartwarming piano, prominently placed next to the sofa where they sat. She raised a glass of wine to enhance the emotional luxury. Her slender, beautiful fingers were skillfully and gracefully following the notes, playing the composition expertly. The young woman delighted in the sounds and those musical notes. Sansa didn't need to look at the sheet music at all; she simply let her feelings and expertise guide her, as she did every time she played. The young woman wasn't sure how long she immersed herself in playing those notes until she heard the rising sound of applause.

“Wow, that is so sweet,” said Stephen. Everyone gathered around the young woman around her piano at this moment.

“You play smoothly. Without having to remember or even look at the notes,” Cillian praised.

She smiled at the compliment.

“Do you know how to play? Do you want to try it?” she asked Stephen, the oldest man. He looked like he could play the piano.

“That’s enough. I think I can.”

“Then let’s collab. I play the violin. You play the piano.”

“Sure. I’ll probably have to retake the course, haha,” he laughed.

“What songs can you play?”

“Hit The Rock Jack, then. It would go well with the violin.”

“You chose the songs well.”

Stephen began to play his fingers on the piano as Sansa started to passionately perform a violin solo. Both of them seamlessly played into each other, creating a smooth harmony. The young woman never forgot the feeling; she had never had a friend to play the piano or do something like this together. It was the first time she felt the joy of having friends who shared the same passion. Meeting a group of people with similar interests felt truly special. Tonight's musical session with them was incredibly enjoyable.

“Awesome, you’re so talented, Sansa. I never thought I would meet someone as multi-talented as you.” Stephen stood up and applauded the woman appreciatively, including the other people.

Sansa stepped back, bent her knees, and bowed her head at the flattery, with a shy face but full of a smile of happiness.

Meanwhile, Cillian was staring at a young woman’s bass. It was very beautiful and caught his eye. He could only touch and rub it, but he didn’t dare to pick it up or try playing with it.

“That was the first bass my father bought me. It’s so beautiful and classic,” a young woman’s voice next to him said.

“True. I agree. It’s very beautiful.”

“Do you know how to play?”

“He’s the best,” Stephen interjected, adding, “He was a musician before he was an actor.”

"You're exaggerating, Steve," Cillian replied, turning to his friend with a shy smile.

"Give it a try, go ahead. It's absolutely fantastic. You'll love the sound of it," the bassist girl invited.

Cillian thought for a moment. Should he be rude and pick up her things to play with? But there might be some encouragement or encouragement, and the owner has given permission.

“Okay.” He picked up the bass and adjusted the strings, trying a few notes. Cillian thought for a moment. What song should he try with this bass? ‘Ah… that’s his favorite song,’ he thought, before starting to strum The Beatles’ Hey Jude.

Sansa observed the performer in front of her as Cillian played her favorite bass. He looked even more charming when he held that bass. He was skilled, playing it smoothly. She thought he must really like that particular bass; it was fascinating to watch.

“Would you like to try playing together?” she offered, just to add to the fun.

“Alright.”

The young woman picked up another one of other favorite bass. She sat and competed with him. And there were three audience members sitting and cheering for the two musicians.

"Don't Let Me Down, okay?" she said to him.

Cillian nodded in agreement.

She started strumming the first two chords, and he followed it up with the back chord part. The two played together smoothly. It’s like they’ve practiced together before. Both of them play very well together. Their hands were extremely agitated. Sansa glanced at Cillian slightly, thinking to herself, ‘Tonight’s bass playing for you and him, what a night to remember.’

“Sansa, you are amazing. So you’re going to be good at everything? And you did well too, Cillian.” Stephen praised the two of them.

“You play so well, Sansa, I can’t fight you. Did you train yourself?” Cillian asked her curiously. He thought it was strange that a girl with such a sweet exterior looked like her could play bass aggressively like this.

“I have been practicing playing since I was a child. My father taught me. So it gave me some basics. So I played enough,” she answered him humbly.

“This is not enough. How can you be so good at everything?” Joe said with an appreciative laugh.

"I just do well in what I'm interested in," Sansa replied with a genuine sentiment. She never considered herself exceptionally talented. She didn't have specific goals in life; she just did what she wanted to do, pursued her interests, and tried to learn and excel in them.

“You are amazing.” Everyone praised her again.

The young woman saw that by now the bottle of wine was empty and it was getting dark outside.

“Are you all going to leave now? It’s already evening. I don’t want to disturb you too much. I’ll send it down right now.”

She cut them off so they didn’t have a chance to reply, whether they want to stay or whatever.

“Okay.” Everyone seemed to understand what the girl was thinking.

Sansa led the four men into the private elevator to descend to lobby of the apartment. While in the elevator, the young woman felt the need to say something to Cillian since he was standing beside her.

“Thank you very much about helping find the gallery.” She turned to thank him.

Sansa was feeling incredibly nervous because her face was now very close to Cillian. With both of them being about the same height, around 5'7 and 5'8, their eyes locked onto each other at precisely the right angle.

“Congratulations. You deserve it.” He smiled kindly back at her.

She walked them to the apartment door. Stephen was the first who came to say goodbye and hug the beautiful young woman. “Today we had a lot of fun. I’m glad I got to know someone as wonderful as you, Sansa.”

Followed by Fin, Joe, and Cillian, who came in to say goodbye and hug one last time.

Sansa felt incredibly nervous because she had never been hugged by so many men before, even if it’s just a casual hug. But it was strange to her anyway!

“Bye, Sansa. I hope we can meet again,” Fin said before leaving the door.

“Bye, everyone.” She waved goodbye to everyone and walked into the elevator back up to her room.

After a group of four people coming out of that strange woman’s apartment, Cillian couldn’t help but feel happy. He hadn’t had a fun night like this in a long time.

“Oh, damn it! Her smell so good when you hug.” Fin’s voice said suddenly.

“Her skin is soft too,” Joe added.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as versatile as her. And more than that, she is very beautiful. I can’t stop looking at her. Today’s talk. It was the most fun day In months. I really want her to be in my script,” Steve said, looking thoughtful.

‘It’s not just himself who’s happy’ Cillian pondered in his heart. He looked at his screenwriter friend who seemed quite delighted with the young woman.

“I agree with you. She is very beautiful and fun to talk to,” Fin and Joe said.

“I’m starting to like her. I really want to get to know her more… Hey! Cill, you have her business card, can I have it?” Steve asked him.

The forty-six-year-old young actor glanced at his friend’s face.

“What is it, Steve? You can’t even see a pretty girl. She keeps saying that she likes her privacy. If I give you my business card without your permission, how much will her criticize me?”

He is evasive. “You’ll ask her yourself. You go to Mr. Louis’ shop often. You’ll meet her yourself.”

Cillian humorously rejects his screenwriter friend. But in reality, it’s just an excuse! Because he’d rather keep her business card for himself.

“That’s true of you,” Stephen replied. Before everyone walked their separate ways and returned to their respective residences.

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