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lilislegacy · 25 days

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I actually have my own little head cannons about percy and annabeth's own family, and I'm gonna share them for no reason other than being annoying <3

Percy and Annabeth have lived in unstable homes throughout their childhood; I truly believe that they got married in their early twenties after college

Annabeth hyphenated her last name! She becomes "Annabeth Chase-Jackson" because she loves the Jacksons and is a part of their family while also keeping her last name because she's THE Annabeth chase and it's iconic

I think that they always wanted kids together, but it was always a thought for the future, even when they got married and were busy with their careers

So yes, their first kid was a total surprise, but a very happy one

They were the first of the hoo group to have a kid

Their first kid's a boy (ik unpopular opinion), with blonde hair and green eyes.

I always imagined they'd named their kids something both unique and greek, with maybe a middle name after a lost hero? Giving the first name of a lost hero sounds painful, and also defeats the whole purpose of Sally naming Percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending. An example I like is Amycus Charlie Jackson. idk tho, something more normal makes sense too.

Amycus would probably be a stereotypical angel first child tbh

Because they had their first kid so early on, I think their second would be a couple years later, I think around 4.

They'd have a girl next, Daphne Zoe Jackson, with Percy's raven hair and Annabeth's gray eyes. She'd be a little more troublesome lol, but in a loving way!

I honestly think 2 kids are good enough but my heart says they'd have 3. He'd be a surprise baby, and on the younger end of the hoo group's kids (if not the youngest). I haven't thought of much characterization for him yet, but he'd get Sally's blue eyes for sure.

And they live a great life in New York, I'm sorry but they aren't moving to New Rome! Especially Percy, he's a New Yorker through and through

Annabeth works from home from time to time as an architect, mostly to spend more time with her kids, especially when they're babies.

Percy has a pretty chill job doing something in marine biology or marine vet, so he's there for the kids plenty too

Sally babysits the few times both of them are busy

Ya that's their perfect domestic life in my head hehehe >:)

thanks for the ask @littlesillyfilly!

i love all of these!!! super cute! i shall go through each one

1. same! some people think they don’t get married, but i hate the reasons why most people think that. as demigods, percy and annabeth didn’t grow up in a stable family setting. i think they would want that stability, and to do normal stereotypical couple things, because they crave as much normalcy as they can get.

2. another vote for the hyphenated name! that seems to be people’s favorite option

3. yes absolutely. they always have wanted kids. it’s not even a question in my mind

4. i agree, for some reason i’ve always had the hc that their first kid is either a total shock, or it takes a really really long time for them get pregnant. it’s one or the other 😂

5. completed agreed. honestly? i dont even know if many of their friends would have kids. i mean, frank and hazel, together or not, probably would i think, albeit much later than percy and annabeth. but i don’t know if i see anyone else having kids. i think its not super common amongst demigods, especially greek ones

6. absolutely 1000% agreed. i have always thought and said that their first is a boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes.

7. agreed! i like them doing a mix of things when it comes to names. and this is so funny because i always have liked the name charlie (after beckendorf) for one of their kids! it’s in my percabeth baby names list LOL. so i think i like their second son being named charlie, and then i have a girl name for their daughter that i love.

8. oh absolutely. first babies seem to always be so precious and sweet and easy. that’s how they get you. then the second one comes and all hell breaks loose

9. i agree that their second kid would come a few years later. they would need a hot minute to adjust. having kids as a demigod would be hard i think, but once they get the hang of it, they want more!

10. i absolutely agree that their next kid has percy’s black hair and annabeth’s grey eyes! personally, i always imagined it being another boy though. he is their charlie in my mind.

11. yeah, i think they would originally plan on 2 kids, but end up having three (if not 4🤭). and in my mind, number 3 is their girl! i’ve always imagined her with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with a bit of green in them.

12. you are team percabeth living in new york? ok ok i like it. idk personally i feel like they would start out in new rome, for safety reasons. also having a community of demigod friends and family would probably be very comforting for them. but i definitely see them ending up in new york again! percy is absolutely a new yorker through and through!

13. aww annabeth being able to work sometimes at home would be cute. i can see that!

14. can i just say im so glad people are getting on board with percy becoming an aquatic/marine vet?? i’ve always been so alone in that thought, so seeing other people like it and agree with it makes me so happy!! he’d be sooo good at it! but yes, it’s a chill job so he can be around for the kids a lot.

15. sally and paul would love babysitting. 100%

i loved all of these so much and agree with nearly everything!! thank you for these!!

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo headcanons #percy jackson and the olympians #answered

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cacoetheswriting · 2 years

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what happens at the drive-in...

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader word count: 3.5k warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, kinda angsty, very fluffy, emotional hurt / comfort, jealousy, adult language and somewhat mature themes, use of pet names (sweetheart), mentions of food and alcohol consumption, mentions of violence (in the movies they watch) - unedited - pls let me know if i missed anything! summary: an unspecified amount of time in the lives of eddie munson and his best friend, as you watch various movies together and your platonic relationship blossoms into something more.

a/n: technically a part two to this little fic, but can definitely be read as a standalone.

There is a small part of your brain that constantly wonders what if, when it comes to Eddie Munson.

What if you told him how much you enjoy it when he unintentionally reaches for your hand whenever the two of you are alone?

What if you didn’t ignore the way he looked at you sometimes, and vice versa?

What if you had let Eddie kiss you last year after the homecoming dance when he called you beautiful for the very first time?

Or more recently during Halloween when the two of you crashed a random house party and everyone complimented his Frank N. Furter costume? The stupid happy grin was plastered across his face the whole night and he kept thanking you for “turning the freaky into something desirable.”, to which you drunkenly replied: “I always find you desirable, Eddie Munson.”.

What if you never put Eddie in the strictly platonic box in the first place? Would it be easier now to cross that invisible line you both drew during the course of your friendship?

What if…

“Then she laughed at my joke,” Eddie states with excitement, breaking you away from your thoughts, “Can you believe it? Betsy Bolton found something I said funny.”

He looks at you and your heart sinks because you haven’t seen him this amped up about a girl since his unrequited secret crush on Chrissy Cunningham while you were dating your then boyfriend Andy.

But you plaster the best heartwarming smile you can muster and reply honestly, “Because you are, Eddie, a funny guy, so I’m just glad someone else finally made you realise.”

There is a hint of hurt detectable in the sound of your voice, betraying the facial expression you put on for his benefit. Eddie notices immediately although doesn’t react to it — for your benefit.

“No offence but as my best friend, I’m not going to believe you when you tell me I’m funny,” he says instead and lifts a tape from the counter, “I took the liberty of renting out ‘Salem’s Lot’, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response and he gets to work in setting up this evening’s movie.

“Full offence because, as your best friend, I am the only one that can tell you the brutal honest truth which includes when you’re not being funny.”

“You’ve never once uttered those words to me, sweetheart.” Eddie sits next to you on the sofa, casually throwing one arm behind you. His fingers graze your shoulder in the process and your stomach flips.

“Yet you still choose to believe Betsy Bolton over me,” you sigh dramatically, ignoring how you were feeling to retain some normality, and place the back of your hand to your forehead in a fainting motion. You tip towards him, gently landing into his chest as you let out a giggle.

Eddie laughs too. He looks down at you, a goofy grin highlighting his features. Then, as the two of you lock eyes, there is a brief moment of silence. Normality is fucked.

What if you just reached for his collar and pulled him in…

The curly haired teen clears his throat and you bite the inside of your cheek, forcing the intrusive thoughts to dissipate from your mind, before sitting back up to focus your attention on the television screen.

Everything is tense again.

You blame yourself. Eddie blames ‘The Neverending Story’.

He also thinks he should have told you then and there how he really feels because what if you felt the same way?

ALIEN

Every time that ugly creature makes an appearance, you can’t help but gag, and Eddie can’t help but chuckle next to you.

“I can’t believe this is one of your favourite films,” you exclaim about three-quarters through, not hiding your disgust.

He shrugs and without taking his eyes off the screen, he skews closer to you and simply states: “Sigourney Weaver is hot.”.

You roll your eyes. “I think I’m arguably better looking than Sigourney Weaver,” you bait, remembering his comments about Al Pacino a couple of weeks back.

He shifts in his spot and proceeds to place a hasty kiss to the top of your head.

“I never said you weren’t,” Eddie mutters against you and you’re wondering whether he’s mocking what you had said to him that night during your rewatch of ‘Cruising’ or whether he’s actually being sincere.

(Hopefully the latter).

BLUE HAWAII

“If I ever get married, one day in the distant future, this is the song I’ll use for my first dance,” you admit quietly as ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ plays through the lousy speakers, Elvis Presley’s character singing on screen.

Eddie glances at you, his mouth twitching upwards. “What if your future husband-to-be doesn’t like this song?”

“That’s too bad for him,” you reply and tilt your head to meet his doe-eyed gaze, “It’s Elvis or bust.”

He chuckles while running a hand through his brown locks before shrugging. “Well, I’m not a big fan of Elvis.”

You raise a brow. “Is this your way of asking me to marry you, Eddie Munson?”

Wait, what?

The question rings in his ears and the way you’re looking at him right now definitely doesn’t help in getting his thoughts in order.

So he’s not thinking clearly when he takes off one of his rings. He’s not thinking clearly when he reaches for your left hand. And he’s definitely not thinking clearly when he slides the silver item down your finger with ease.

Your heart is in your throat during the whole interaction. “Is this your way of asking me to marry you, Eddie Munson?”, stupid, why would you even say that?

The film has faded into the background. Your focus is on Eddie and Eddie alone, and you want to scream because this is not platonic behaviour.

The curly haired teen leans in ever so slightly and whispers nonchalantly, “Elvis or bust.” Then, still holding onto your hand, he shifts his attention back to the television.

You want to comment, say literally anything, but you bite your tongue because you started this whole thing and whatever comes out of your mouth next, could make it even harder from crossing a line that cannot be uncrossed.

A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET

Eddie can count the amount of times he’s been truly annoyed with you on one hand.

Truthfully, he lets you get away with a lot of shit because he knows fighting with you over silly little digs or unwarranted comments is not worth the time. And you act exactly the same with him. Nothing said is ever too serious to lead to an argument.

Until this moment. When one hand turns into two and a fight is imminent.

‘The killer's still loose, you know.’

“Eddie, I’m just repeating what I heard!”, your voice is rigid as you stand on your feet and take a step in his direction.

He’s not listening, he chooses not to.

‘You saying somebody else killed Tina? Who?’

“And I think you heard wrong, alright?! There’s just no way—”

“So you’re gonna believe some girl who laughed at one joke over me,” you interrupt, your blood starting to boil at his fucking stuborness, “You’re gonna believe stupid Betsy Bolton over your best friend?!”

How this whole thing even started, you couldn’t really remember anymore. One second you’re buried in his embrace, under the guise of averting your eyes from the screen, and the next thing you know, tensions are high and you’re both yelling.

“Betsy is not stupid!” Eddie counters. His statement causes you to roll your eyes which is a reaction he definitely doesn’t appreciate, “Why are you acting like this, y/n?”

‘I don't know who he is. But he's burned, he wears a weird hat, a red and yellow sweater, real dirty, and he uses some sort of knife he's got made into a sort of... glove. Like giant finger-nails.’

Your feelings are hurt because he’s defending her and you can’t figure out why. “I can’t fucking believe you…”

‘I think you should keep Nancy at home a few days. 'Til she's really over the shock.’

Eddie observes as you grab your cardigan and your bag before making a beeline for the front door of the trailer. He groans. “Where are you going? We’re not finished talking about this.”

‘I got something better…’

“The last thing I want is to be angry with you, Eddie, so I’m just gonna go home,” you state sternly, “Call me when you’ve come to your senses.”

The door shuts with a bang and he lets out a deep sigh.

‘I'm gonna get you help, baby. So no one will threaten you any more.’

FUNNY GIRL

The whole world is spinning when you open your eyes. The scratch in your throat seems to have gotten worse and your fever too, causing your whole body to shiver the second you try to move.

A groan escapes your lips as you try to reach for the tissue box on the bedside table. Although to no avail because the second your fingertips touch its side, the carton falls to the floor.

God, you hate being sick.

You hate being helpless and weak. You hate how heavy your whole body felt, how hard it was to do basic menial tasks. You hate how you had no appetite. On top of it all, you hate how you were missing valuable time with Eddie.

It’s been four whole days since you last saw him. If your memory serves you correctly, this is the longest period of time the two of you had gone without hanging out since you first became friends.

Sadly, the stupid flu you caught wasn’t the only thing to blame here. There’s also the matter of the recent fight your friendship hasn’t really recovered from.

Thinking about Eddie, you slip back into unconsciousness.

You’re not sure how long you’d been asleep for when you wake up later. The bedroom is darker than before and it’s considerably cooler.

You can hear talking and footsteps. The noises seem far away yet close by at the same time. You blame the fever and are about to close your eyes again when there’s a knock on your bedroom door.

“Are you awake?”

A familiar voice asks quietly. You hum something in response and the next thing you know, the mattress dips under the weight of your visitor. You peep from underneath your covers and your heart skips a beat.

“How are you feeling?” Eddie asks, gently cupping your cheek.

“W-what are you doing here?,” you croak in response, “G-get out. I-I could get you sick a-and then I-I would hate myself foreverrr...”

“Relax, sweetheart. Your mom says you’re not contagious anymore,” his voice is reassuring, “She also said they were going out so, and only if you’re up for moving, we can sit downstairs and watch something.”

And that’s how the two of you end up downstairs, on your sofa for a change, tangled up in each other's limbs.

One of his arms is wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into his chest, while the other is propping your thigh against his hip. Your head is resting against him, just below his neck, while your hand is holding onto his side, fingers rubbing gentle circles into his t-shirt.

‘I’m The Greatest Star’ plays in the background.

You can feel his heartbeat. He can feel yours too.

Neither of you say a word for the entire duration of the film.

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

It was your idea to switch it up again.

For totally selfish reasons — because it was getting really hard to be completely alone with him — rather than renting out a movie and watching it as usual in Eddie’s trailer, you suggested going to a drive-in.

Convincing your best friend was easy, after all they were playing ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’.

The two of you ended up taking your parent’s car which meant you were behind the wheel and he was in the passenger seat.

You sat with your legs up on the chair and pressed against your chest, to allow you to bury your face in your knees whenever a gory scene was shown on screen.

Eddie on the other hand was completely relaxed in his spot, munching on the bag of trail mix he bought earlier that evening.

He sneaks glances in your direction, just to make sure you are doing okay. This is the first time the two of you are watching a slasher and he’s not close enough to let you hide in his embrace.

“Wanna cut this short?” Eddie asks, “Go get a milkshake or something?”

“No, no,” you answer and turn your head, resting it on your knees. “I gotta get through this film at least once since you’re gonna want to see the second one when it releases in theatres in a couple of months.”

Eddie smirks then raises a brow. “Wait, how do you know there’s going to be a second?”

“Steve told me.”

“You’ve been talking to Steve?”, he sounds jealous. He is jealous.

You nod. “Yeah, I mean I can’t act weird whenever I go rent a movie just because we went on one rather unsuccessful date,” you explain, “Plus we live in the same area so I bump into him every now and again, he gives me a ride to work at the odd time.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. Well, actually he does, but it would be an irrational response that would most likely hurt your feelings and he couldn’t risk that. Not right now. Not after the two of you barely got over your last argument.

It’s not his place to tell you not to hang out with Harrington. Just as it wasn’t his place to tell you not to go on a date with the guy in the first place.

You’re quick to notice his doleful grimace. Extending a hand in his direction, you poke his tricep.

“I have to befriend someone else in case you abandon me for Betsy Bolton,” you tease, your best attempt to keep things normal.

Eddie glances down at his lap, his attention focusing on the empty spot on one of his fingers where the ring you now wore around your neck used to be. A warm sensation settles in the pit of his stomach and he knows in that moment, he can’t continue doing this charade with you.

It’s now or never.

“I’ve been ignoring Betsy,” he utters eventually.

“Oh…” you murmur, “Why?”

And now he’s peeping back at you. Natural and ordinary go out the window. They’re replaced by shit, fuck, and what even is being platonic anymore?

He leans across the centre channel and as if on instinct, you let your legs fall from the seat and also incline in his direction. By the time he presses his forehead to yours, you’re shaking slightly because you know there are certain things that cannot be undone.

(Was this a good idea? Or will you both regret this later?)

However, there’s really no time to think about the repercussions because his nose slides down the side of yours and his lips are inches away as they part, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“She’s not you,” Eddie whispers against your mouth and you’re done for.

One soft inhale later, and his lips brush yours lightly, then again with a little more intent, and again, only deeper. His hands are cupping your face while yours are gripping onto the collar of his denim vest as if your life depended on it.

All of the emotions that had been churning rose to the surface and exploded all at once.

With every passing second you’re melting into him further. The kisses get rougher. You’re biting his bottom lip. His tongue grazes yours. The two of you break apart and come together over and over again like magnets.

A few blissful moments later, Eddie draws back, quite unwillingly, to meet your amiable gaze.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he whispers and licks his lips, “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to fucking do that.”

“Ditto,” you reply breathlessly and lean in to kiss him again, annoyed at yourself now for deciding on the drive-in instead of his comfortable couch.

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

Lately, everything is exhilarating.

Getting up in the morning is easier. The grim Hawkins weather doesn’t seem to bother you as much. Your family is far less insufferable. The people that come to the diner where you work aren’t as annoying. Life is good.

It’s great actually.

And all thanks to the curly haired boy currently reheating leftover lasagna you brought from home.

Ever since your first kiss at the drive-in, the two of you have been pretty much on top of one another. Constantly holding hands, hugging, making out, finally doing all of the things you both dreamt of for months on end.

Eddie in particular found it hard to keep his hands to himself. Who could blame him? You were smoking hot and finally his.

At least unofficially.

Even though he’s thought about asking you to be his girlfriend on numerous occasions since the night at the drive-in, he hasn’t found the opportune moment. He also didn’t want to pressure you, because what if you didn’t want to be anything more than whatever it was the two of you were right now?

He couldn’t handle that kind of rejection so in the interim, this arrangement suited him just fine. That’s what he told himself at least.

“Just be careful, sweetheart,” he warns as he hands you a plate, “That microwave may be old but it’s got some kick to it. The food is piping.”

The corners of your mouth twitch upwards and you reach for the dish, thanking him. Eddie returns the smile and plops down on the sofa, in his spot next to you, before proceeding to resume the film.

‘Are all these your girlfriends?’

‘Some of them…’

‘What about the others?’

“I have to say,” you begin in between bites of food, “you kinda remind me of Bender.”

Eddie cocks his head in your direction and raises a brow at your admission. “Is it because I too have a wallet full of pictures of random chicks?”, he teases and you nudge his side using your elbow.

“Hilarious,” your tone is sarcastic, “I bet the photos you cherish most are of Chrissy and Betsy.”

‘Well, some I consider my girlfriends and some...I just consider…’

‘Consider what?’

‘Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them…’

He chuckles at your comment. “You’re an idiot,” he jokes and places the plate of food in his lap to free up his hands. He reaches over to hold your face, brushing his fingers gently along your jawline.

“Actually, the only picture I have in my wallet is yours.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, the revelation settling in the air. You almost want to ask him if he’s bluffing but judging by the glimmer in his eyes, you know he’s being honest.

You swallow your breath and lean in to peck his lips.

“So let me get this straight,” you murmur against his mouth and his grip on your face tightens ever so slightly, “A photo of me is in your wallet, I have one of your cherished rings around my neck, yet you still won’t ask me to be your girlfriend?”

‘You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?’

‘Do you?’

‘Yeah...that's the way it should be.’

Eddie smirks, his heart skipping a beat. He analyses every inch of your face, capturing this moment forever. God, he was the luckiest fucking guy in the world.

“And if I asked, would you say yes?”

“I would.”

He’s grinning now, as are you.

“Then I guess it’s settled, sweetheart. You’re my girlfriend now.”

His mouth slants over yours with ease, not giving you a chance to respond. His body pushes into yours and you have to be extra careful not to drop the dish you were still holding onto, (because pasta sauce is not the easiest to clean out of cushions).

Eddie’s mouth is possessive and it doesn’t take long for his tongue to breach your lips, the kiss now deeper than ever.

Your heart is on a rampage as both your heads rotate back and forth to vary pressure. Tongues are dancing together, each trying to assert dominance.

Eddie bites down on your bottom lip vigorously, causing a velvety moan to escape. The smooth sound of pleasure is music to his ears and breathless, he pulls away. This position isn’t working anymore, he wants to be able to touch you all over.

“I think you should put that plate to the side so we can move this to the bedroom,” he suggests, his hand slowly travelling down to your neck.

“But I wanna know how the movie ends,” you whine, teasing a little.

The doe-eyed boy smirks and releases you from his grip. Rather impatiently, he reaches for the half-eaten lasagna dish in your grasp to set it aside. He stands, extending you his hand which you take instantly.

He spins you around once and you land gracefully into his chest.

“I can tell you how it ends,” Eddie offers in a whisper, his arms sneaking around your waist, holding you in place.

“Oh yeah?”

He nods. “The guy gets the girl.” — and in the space of a heartbeat, Eddie lowers his mouth back down to yours with immense desire.

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lovelybrooke · 2 months

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You’re actually right in that it makes most sense for Miquella to be the first to meet you, and frankly I think he’d be the first impression you’d have for the people of the lands between (even though that doesn’t turn out to be true at a later date which is funny). He’s quick to deduce you’re not a threat, just someone who happens to share the same dream space like him. The first person he’d introduce you to is his sister, then his family follows. Connecting this to the other world reader would mean he’s fascinated about what you may have from your world— he strikes me as a curious man, so he’d have some questions. Who knows? You may have an answer or find another alternative for the scarlet rot or his own curse with him, it’s good to have someone outside of the box after all.

Alternatively when you meet Marika and Radagon it’s a bit of a riot, you’re too /casual/, albeit maybe a little awkward but whatever scolding you may receive from their subjects is quickly shut down by Marika with a stern glare. Marika like you said in the earlier idea may want to pry into how you’re able to do the things you do (enter their dreams, and even access their world) and being disappointed to find you don’t know, but it’s alright, she’s patient, that’s an answer she will know in time. Radagon, while the more quiet side of her, is equally entranced by you. I think he somehow secretly likes and doesn’t mind that he’s treated casually by someone who doesn’t know the weight of their statuses, that’s /fine/, at least you are someone he can speak with on equal terms aside from Marika. Even better when he can be a bit more frank with you too.

Miquella does seem like a very curious person, and honestly, he's pretty chill. Like after meeting him reader just assumes this world isn't all that bad, even when they meet Malenia they don't really have a reason to think anything bad of this world.

But when reader meets the others it's such a dramatic difference that I think it would take them a long time to get used to. Marika and Radagon are strange, nothing like their children. With Marika trying to understand readers powers and Radagon attempting to bond with reader it's no wonder why the wish to leave so badly.

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pray4byron · 3 months

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Hello :) I saw you were doing Hazbin Hotel matchups and honestly I would be very excited to see who you would assign to me (no pressure ofc!!!) so I hope this request is finding you at a good time ^^

ABOUT ME: Feel free to just call me Zo! I’m AFAB and I use she/her as my pronouns. While not officially diagnosed due to growing up in a household who treated it as taboo something that I couldn’t “catch” I definitely fall under the umbrella of neurodivergence. From past research I’ve found ADHD symptoms relate to most of my experiences.

SEXUALITY/ROMANTIC TYPE: To be frank, I’ve always internally struggled when it came to my sexual and romantic identity. Found myself craving some sort of connection that traversed the likes of just platonic bonds but the couple times when someone showed interest in me I’d clam up and push them away. The couple crushes I did have always happened to develop after I had built rapport with them, after we had grew close. So for the sake of labels and for this matchup I’d definitely like to say I’m demiromantic? In terms of sexuality all I got for you is that I’m not repulsed by it??? All I know for sure is if I like them, we’d have to have been friends or at least know each other. (In terms of gender I’m fine with either or! I’m just curious to see who fits the box el oh el ^^)

PERSONALITY: Oh boy. Ok so to start off with I’m an INTP 5w4😼…. My hog warts house is Slytherin. My temperament is Melancholic (my sub temperament is tied up between Melancholic sanguine and melancholic phlegmatic). I definitely fall under the umbrella of shyness, however I’ve also noticed that depending on my company I tend to emulate the majority of the vibe. A half hearted defense mechanism in order to fit in is what I assume it be. I’m told I’m a very emotionally intelligent person, and my friends prefer to talk to me about issues and problems due to the fact that while I can comfort I can also hold them accountable and give them solid advice. They also make jokes on how I should’ve been a psychologist if I wasn’t actively getting a degree in early education. I’m terrible when it comes to changing topics which just makes it me all the more unintentionally hilarious. I’m always more funny when I’m not actively trying to be, I just have this unknown charisma that activates when i don’t try hard being funny </3. I struggle when it comes to maintaining my relationships and also most of my responsibilities, maybe it’s a numbness for my own priorities but it’s so easy to help other people in their own slumps, that when I’m forced to face my own issues and problems I can’t help but make myself numb to it and push it on the back burner. Not for lack of care, but more of seemingly frozen in place, it’s all so terrifyingly overwhelming that I just don’t even acknowledge it. Scarily good at doing that while also avoiding spieling my own feelings on personal matters that my friends always believe I have my all together. So ironically enough while I’m good at helping my friends communicate I’m terrible when it comes to communicating about myself (yippee⁉️ #imworkingonitiswear ) more or less I’m laid back, However I did used to be more of a doormat, luckily I don’t bend backwards for every little thing that breathes now LMAO. I do have a bit of a competitive streak when it comes to games (cough uno cough) and I definitely have a penchant of using my mind and other mediums as a form of escapism. Which can be ok, but sometimes I overdo it.

LOOKS: Medium length dark brown hair, round hazel eyes. I have a round face, and here in the future I want to get wispy bangs to compliment my face shape :D. Pale but not too pale skin, I have the pear shape body type, in the sense that my hips are wide, and I have somewhat big thighs but other wise I’m relatively flat. I do have a bit of chub when it comes to my midsection. Oh! I’m like 5’5 (maybe a little taller????)

LIKES: My cats Basil and Mugwort (literally my sons). I prefer more morose weather like rain. I quite like fall compared to the other seasons. I used to draw a lot but now I don’t as much, still a joyful hobby nonetheless. Recently bought a couple new books and am getting back into the grove of loving reading once more. I will absolutely demolish croutons of any kind. Currently really into mlp, it’s those TikTok infection slideshows I swear (I redownloaded the game….) I like to ramble about my interests like animation and its evolution, cats (the breeds, the care, the everything), and much much more.

DISLIKES: I hate beans. The taste. The texture. If I see beans in food it’s an immediate ick. I will gag. Overstimulating events, like I can bear with it and grow accustomed to it, but that’s doesn’t mean I’ll like it every single time. I hate being/feeling like a burden. Oh and not really a dislike and more of an annoyance(?) the fact that ritz cheese and cracker packs don’t come with the little red plastic spatula to spread your cheese anymore. I assume because it could prove to be a choking hazard, but still I’m just like 😞

LOVE LANGUAGES: Had to really scroll through my gallery because I did take an online test before!! Physical Touch was my highest (ie im extremely touch starved but am too awkward to initiate </3) Something in me just yearns for some kind of comforting touch, but I always tend to swallow it back and push it away for fear of rejection. After that focus, intellect, acts, and words of affirmation were literally all tied not even 5% behind phys touch. I’m just a kind of mentally paralyzed overthinking insecure(ish) gal, my bad bro 😎 But on a real note the confirmation that I’m being seen and heard will make me melt.

Alright!!! Hopefully my yapping was coherent and not a chore to read through!! I think it’s really cool you’re doing this and I’m mainly curious to see who it is you’d pair with me! Because I have a favorite character in mind who’d jump with joy to see, but that’s just because of bias 😭😭

And if it’s not too much of a bother is it alright to ask not to pair me with angel dust? It’s mainly personal preference so hopefully it’s not too much of a bother :))🫶🫶🫶

hey zo! this was quite the adventure to read through haha, after some deciding, I decided to go with…

Alastor !!

I can see you and Alastor meshing well together due to your craving of a platonic bond (you both may or not have a QPR? idk)

Alastor takes deep appreciation for not only your charisma and wit, but also your ability to read the room and match everyone’s energy, it’s helpful in certain situations with him

He isn’t the most touchy feely person you’ll meet in Hell, but he does make an effort, you’ll both usually have your arms loops while holding hands, or he’ll let you lay your head in his lap while he reads and he’ll rub your scalp

But Alastor isn’t afraid to tell you how it is, he makes sure you know your worth, and that he sees you all too clearly

#reqs closed #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆#mio’s matchups ! ☆#fanfiction #hazbin hotel #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 7 months

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Psycho Analysis: Dee Vasquez

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

“Turnabout Samurai” was always a case I skipped on my replays, because when I originally played the game I found it to be a tedious filler case loaded with bland characters and little plot progression. On my most recent playthrough, though, I realized how wrong I was; while the case is overly long and does require some obnoxious backtracking, it’s honestly an extremely fun and funny case that really helps develop Miles Edgeworth and flesh him out as a character, which kind of makes me baffled at my initial perception of the case as pointless filler. This is no “Turnabout Big Top,” that’s for sure, and that’s all the more apparent when we uncover who the true killer is.

Dee Vasquez marks a true turning point in the killers I the franchise. Frank Sahwit and Redd White are certainly not out of place in the series, but they are both one-dimensional goofballs. Not Dee; she’s an incredibly three-dimensional villain with motivations that go beyond simple greed and an actual sympathetic motivation for her crime.

Motivation/Goals: Dee Vasquez is actually rather interesting in that her motivation for murder has one of the first twists in the series: She had no motive. The murder was an accidental one in self-defense, as the victim Jack Hammer had come to her with the intent to kill her. When he did so, she shoved him off the steps and impaled him on a fence—something Hammer himself had accidentally done to another actor five years prior.

It’s pretty interesting to think that there wouldn’t be another killing in self-defense until Spirit of Justice, and even then there’s a big twist to that too—but that’s a story for another time.

Breakdown: Fitting her terse and stoic personality, Vasquez actually has one of the single most understated breakdowns in the whole series, followed by her sadly and graciously accepting her defeat:

That really is it, and honestly, it's all she needs. Someone with her demeanor losing her composure for even a moment like that is pretty impressive.

Best Scene: Vasquez actually gets one of the most unique scenes in the franchise, as at the end of the third day of investigating she lures Maya and Phoenix into her trailer, where she proceeds to call upon her mafia goons in an attempt to “erase” them.

It’s pretty notable because the mafia goons actually get art here, and this is also the only time Vasquez’s mob connections are really brought up in any capacity as they aren’t mentioned during the trials, only getting briefly mentioned in discussions while investigating. It’s doubly notable because it gives Gumshoe one of his first “Big Damn Heroes” moments when he bursts in and saves our dynamic duo’s lives.

Final Thoughts & Score: Dee Vasquez is a really solid villain, and her case is where the series really grew the proverbial beard.

I think what’s most fascinating about her is how you only get some vague hinting at the relationships that surround the crime she committed, and the true nature of her relationship with Hammer is based entirely on hearsay from biased parties—can you trust what she says in regards to Hammer, considering she was blackmailing him and clearly had a great disdain for him for killing her possible lover? Can you trust Oldbag’s account of it being a tragic accident when she’s a Hammer superfan? It all makes her the sort of character where you can come up with multiple interpretations of her and have different levels of sympathy depending on how you view her actions. Like sure, it was in self-defense, but it becomes a lot less sympathetic if you see Hammer more as a victim of manipulation for something that wasn’t really his fault (although his willingness to frame his co-star Will Power out of petty jealousy certainly doesn’t make him look very good).

Helping this is just how grounded and low-key she is. She doesn’t really get wild, over-the-top reactions like some of the other killers, and while that may seem like a detriment in a series as silly as this, it actually makes her stand out a lot more especially with how later villains would become even more wild and wacky. It also helps build her up as a genuinely formidable opponent in court, and she’s actually a pretty tough egg to crack when you get her on the stand.

While I’m not going to pretend like she’s the greatest, most complex, or most tragic of all the villains (how can she be when characters like Ini Miney, Geiru Toneido, or Acro are around?) but for a first attempt at a more complex villain that isn’t just killing for the money, she’s a really solid one. A nice solid 7.5/10, I’d say. I think really her biggest problem is that the case immediately following hers features perhaps the single most sympathetic murderer in the original trilogy, as well as another stoic hardass villain who has a far more glorious breakdown, which leaves her being a bit overshadowed. Still, for what she is, she's a remarkably solid villain.

#psycho analysis #Dee Vasquez #Ace Attorney #Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 1 month

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sam

sam reminded annie of robbie a lot. he was a tall, kind of goofy but handsome guy in his mid-20s. he was two years into a professional career and a kind of early adulthood malaise was setting in.

annie's conversations with him about essentially how to have fun and build a life around work were very frank. he asked her if she did drugs, and she said yes, she did a lot of recreational drugs in fact. they talked about casual sex -- annie told him she was in several very casual relationships but also just tried to cultivate an air of being "basically dtf at all times" that led to things like, she told him honestly, giving her best friend's dad a blowjob. twice.

sam was having a lot of sex, but seemed pretty bored by it. he did well on apps but found it kind of empty. meanwhile, he had lots of nonsexual friendships with women. annie made the suggestion that maybe he could fuck the women in his social groups and he seemed bewildered as to how that would even happen without an app to facilitate. she gave him some pointers.

one day, sam came in and told annie he wanted to tell her about something he'd never told anyone.

he told her that when he was 17 years old, browsing around on social media, he had come across a video of his older sister having sex.

"came across it how?" annie asked.

he explained that it was on tumblr, and he followed a page where real couples submitted things, and one of the submissions was his sister and her boyfriend. and he knew for sure because both of their faces were in the video, as well as their correct first names.

"the internet used to be crazy," annie said.

she asked him how seeing the video made him feel and he said it felt like getting forbidden knowledge. he told her he watched the video, and even downloaded it, and watched it several times over the course of a year or so, at which point he felt guilty and deleted it.

"you ever jerk off to it?" annie asked, curious and nonjudgmental.

"yeah, a couple times," he said.

"did you ever tell your sister?"

"no," he said. "and that's the thing. i feel like i should."

"why?"

"well, i guess like, she's married now, to a different guy, and she's pregnant, and like, we have a different kind of friendship now like a real one, as adults, and I like the way we're being really honest and open with each other, about our lives and our parents and i feel like i'm hiding something from her."

"tell her," annie said.

"she'll freak out."

"i don't know," annie said. "i mean don't tell her you jerked off to it, at least not right away. just tell her you saw it and you wanted her to know because it felt weird to have that hidden from her. i think she'll get it and she might not even mind. i mean she wanted people to see her fucking when she submitted the video."

sam said he'd think about it.

he had kind of a funny grin on his face when he came back the next week.

"so," he said. "i told my sister, and you were right."

"what happened?"

"well, i told her i needed to confess something weird from our youth and i told her, and she laughed, and she was like, oh god i was worried you like killed a dog or something. and then she said she remembered the video really well because it had gone all over tumblr and several of her friends had seen it, which at the time was a real turn on. i said you don't think it's weird that i watched it? and she said, "no, i mean, i was really hot when i made that, i was like 20. i wanted everyone to see me naked."

"how graphic was the video?" annie asked.

"i mean you see everything, it's a full fuck. she sucks his cock, he takes off her clothes, they fuck in a bunch of positions, you see like her entire pussy and ass, and he cums on her pussy at the end."

"shaved?" annie asked.

"yeah," he said.

"so what else happened?"

"she said that if she'd come across a video like that of me she would have absolutely watched it too, and she said she's not ashamed of her body at all, so it's totally fine. and i said she shouldn't be ashamed of her body and she looks even better now than she did then."

"well, that was good thing to say," annie said. "how pregnant is she?"

"i think 20 weeks? she just has a little baby bump. it's cute."

annie sensed there was more to the story, somehow. "so then what?"

sam grinned, "well, then she was like, 'you should show me your cock so we're even.'"

"did she use the word cock?"

"yeah," he said. "why?"

"it's just a very horny word. like, as opposed to dick. or penis."

"well, she definitely said cock, because i was like, 'my cock is not like, very impressive just all by itself.' and she asked if i had any videos of me fucking my girlfriend. which i don't, unfortunately."

"unfortunately," annie said.

"so she was like, 'just get it hard' and i was kind of hesitating, so she showed me her tits."

"wow," annie said. "i like your sister."

"she had this tank top on and she just pulled it down. her boobs are like, way bigger than they were in the video."

"so what did you do?"

he laughed. "i started stroking my cock in my shorts, like trying to get it hard before i pulled it out, and she reached over and pulled my shorts down. like, my cock and balls popped out."

annie laughed. "what did she think?"

"she said, 'you have a great cock.'"

"did you like hearing that?"

"for sure," he said. "and so then i was hard, so i kind of just stood there with it out for a minute. and i said it was weird, and she said it didn't really have to be, she told me she had nothing to hide from me. and i also said that like, i normally am shaved but i was kind of neglecting it, and so then she stood up and she pulled down her jeans and she showed me she had like, a full bush."

"hell yeah," annie said.

"i'd actually never seen a girl in real life with a bush before."

"really?" annie said.

"it's pretty rare," he said. "she's the only one i know."

"i have a full bush," annie said. "so now you know two."

"do you think it's like crazy that she did that?"

"no," annie said. "i live with my brother and he sees me naked all the time and i like it," she said. "i like the intimacy it creates. i don't hide anything from him, either. i like total honesty."

"i like that you're so honest with me," he said. "sometimes i feel like you tell me too much."

"like what?"

"like that you do coke and have a bush, like, it's really weird to sit here across from you and see you all dressed up professional and nice and to imagine you snorting lines and having sex."

"well, i do snort lines and have sex," annie said. "just not in here. but i don't mind that you imagine that."

"women are really different than i assumed," sam said.

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astaraels · 4 months

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Simple Gifts

Debbie and Mickey go gift hunting for Ian. It's not as easy as they thought it might be. Set post-s10, in the same continuity as New Traditions and Keeping Warm Against the Cold. For @lovekenney, thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy! (on ao3)

The task at hand had started out simple enough—Mickey needed to get Ian a gift that was appropriate enough to open in front of the kids. Debbie may have been fine keeping her vibrators and dental dams in the room she shared with Franny, but she’d known Mickey long enough by now—and heard more than she cared to about his and Ian’s sex life—to think that it’d be smart to leave him to his own devices. And in fairness, Mickey had come to her, asking for help in his own Mickey-ish way that only a few other people could understand. So after breakfast, Debbie asked Ian if he could watch Franny—she knew he’d never turn down an opportunity for baby-sitting.

“You be good for Uncle Ian, okay, Franny?” Debbie told her daughter. Franny gave her a big hug and nodded.

“Yep! Gonna play outside today!”

Ian grinned at the little girl and scooped her up into his arms, causing her to giggle with glee. “Don’t worry, Debs. Just thought we’d go to the park for a little while, maybe get some stuff to make hot chocolate.”

“Don’t forget-”

“-her mittens and her hat,” Ian finished for her. Debbie might have felt silly, since Ian had always kept an eye on them when she and Carl were younger, but she was Franny’s mom, after all. Frank and Monica never bothered caring if any of them were dressed properly for winter. Doing the opposite of their example seemed like a pretty sound strategy to her.

“She’s got some snacks in the fridge, too. Hot cocoa only if she’s a good girl.” Debbie tapped the end of Franny’s nose.

Ian chuckled and tossed his niece into the air, just a little bit. “Franny’s always a good girl, aren’t you, Fran?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” the little girl cheered. Debbie couldn’t help but smile—her kid really was a good one.

“You coming or not, little miss sunshine?” Mickey asked, shoving his boots on as he thundered down the stairs. Ian’s face lit up at the sight of his husband, pulling him into a quick kiss before Mickey took a full step into the kitchen.

“I’m ready if you are,” Debbie told him, grinning at his lack of grumbling about the very open display of affection. Sometimes it was hard to believe how far they’d come—Debbie still remembered having to storm into Mickey’s old house and practically drag him back to Ian’s side when they were all trying to handle Ian’s bipolar disorder the first time around. He’d been terrified, she knew that now, and sometimes when things got to be too much you just needed someone else to give you that last push to do what had to be done.

Such as now. Not so much because Mickey was scared, not anymore; now it was just him being indecisive. Really indecisive, like nothing seemed to be quite right. And it made sense, at least to Debbie. It was his and Ian’s first Christmas together as a married couple. Of course he’d want to get just the right gift, if what Ian had told her about Mickey’s pre-wedding antics was accurate. Honestly, the mental image of Mickey Milkovich being a bridezilla about his very, very gay wedding was pretty damn funny. She was just sorry that she hadn’t gotten to see any of it.

“Okay,” Debbie said, after they’d gone to what felt like every damn store in the mall. The place was pretty bougie for the South Side, but better than getting some bullshit gift at Goodwill or Costco or something. “Wait—we haven’t been to this one yet.” She grabbed Mickey by his coat sleeve, leaving him no choice but to follow after her. The storefront in question was small and a bit out of the way, almost impossible to spot among all the gaudy Christmas lights that were thrown around everywhere else.

The sign said “Hazel’s Hideaways” in a fancy script, although Mickey barely had a chance to read it before they were inside. The store itself may have been small, but it was crammed full with wood carvings and wood-burned signs; wooden knick knacks of all kinds were displayed on every possible available surface.

“Whoa,” said Debbie as they both looked around. Mickey only nodded in agreement. They stepped around some of the larger pieces on the floor, careful not to fuck up anything that looked particularly expensive. Mickey had some cash left over from his “savings,” at least, so he knew he could afford to get Ian something decent. But some of this shit—like a whole ass deer that came up to Debbie’s shoulder—looked pricey as hell. Not only that, but nothing really stood out to him right away as something Ian might like, but Mickey was not going home empty-handed. Fuck that shit. He would find something for his husband, today, no matter what.

“Hi!” came a cheery voice from somewhere to Mickey’s left, causing him and Debbie both to jump and nearly land on several worryingly expensive-looking items. “Can I help you?”

A very, very short woman about ten years older than Mickey with bubblegum-pink hair sat on a stool behind the checkout counter. She grinned at them both a little too widely, which put Mickey slightly on edge. Thankfully Debbie stepped up to save him; she was way better with people than he was.

“Hi! My brother-in-law is looking for a gift for his husband—my brother,” she explained, like it was no big deal. “But we’ve been all over the place and we can’t seem to find anything that’s just right.”

“Well, I’m sure I’ve got something around there that will be just the thing!” the woman said. She was way too fucking perky, but Mickey nodded his head and clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t say anything too asshole-ish. Normally he’d already be out the door, but this was for Ian. He could put up with almost anything for Ian.

Twenty minutes later Mickey was about ready to hightail it out and call it a loss. They’d been through half of the bubblegum lady’s shit and still nothing seemed right. Even her perky smile had slowly faded—now she just looked all fucking depressed and shit that she didn’t have exactly what Mickey wanted. It wasn’t even really her fault, considering Mickey himself didn’t really know what he wanted, either.

“Hey, Mickey, what about this?” Debbie asked, holding up some weird-looking wooden circle thing. He put down the deer he’d been staring at for the last few minutes and walked over to her, frowning as he tried to figure out what it even was.

“The fuck is it?” he finally asked, giving up.

“That,” said bubblegum lady, “is a family tree wreath. I can customize it with different family members’ names, birthdays, wedding dates…” She gave Mickey a knowing wink and a glance at his wedding ring. He didn’t blush, but yeah, it might have been a near thing.

Debbie clasped her hands together and grinned. “That’s perfect! Ian would love it, seriously.”

“Yeah?” He glanced over at her, and she nodded. Mickey knew how much Ian’s family meant to him. And it also meant that Mickey could have his name right there next to Ian’s, permanently, with their wedding date and everything. And sure, it seemed cheesy and fucking kitschy as hell, but he knew Ian was gonna light up like the goddamn Christmas tree they’d all put up in the living room when he saw the thing.

“All right, little red, you’re the one who knows all five million Gallagher birthdays,” he said. Debbie beamed and gave him a big hug, which only made Mickey roll his eyes, even as he gave her a reluctant pat on the back. These Gallaghers were making him a sensitive bitch. But maybe that was okay once in a while. Not that he’d ever admit to it out loud.

—

Christmas morning dawned cold and bright, the weak sunlight shining right through the tiny opening in Mickey and Ian’s curtains. Mickey could have gone back to sleep, at least for a little while, except for the fact that Franny came barrelling into their room, crowing, “Presents, Uncle Ian! Uncle Mickey!” She jumped up and down, beaming with excitement. “Christmas presents!”

“Your mom up yet?” Mickey asked, barely half-awake. Nothing against the kid, but he’d rather get more sleep, Christmas morning or no. But the little girl was determined, climbing clumsily onto the bed and starting to jump on the mattress.

“She said no presents till everyone’s awake,” Franny told him. “Uncle Ian, wake up!”

Ian grumbled and felt around for the sweater he’d apparently tossed onto the floor in the middle of the night, but still managed to give her a tired smile. “We’ll be up in a minute, okay, Fran?” he told her. “Go get Uncle Carl and Uncle Liam up, how’s that sound?”

Franny giggled, jumping one more time and landing on them both in the biggest hug she could manage. Mickey groaned, the air practically punched out of his lungs, but Ian just laughed at him, the fucker. Then Franny bounced off the bed and scampered out of their room as quickly as she’d run in, calling out for the other Gallagher brothers as she raced down the hall.

Ian said something into his pillow as he rolled over. “What’s that, mumbles?” Mickey asked, shoving Ian onto his back, heart nearly skipping a beat at the sleepy smile his husband gave him.

“Merry Christmas, Mickey,” Ian said, hand going to the back of Mickey’s neck and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas, Red,” said Mickey, ruffling Ian’s hair to make his bedhead even worse. Not that Ian seemed to mind, though. “Better get up if we want first dibs at coffee.”

Ian shook his head. “It’s Christmas, Mick, you’re supposed to have cocoa, not coffee.” He said it like it should be obvious. Mickey didn’t bother reminding him that his and Ian’s understanding of the holiday were very different—but if his husband said cocoa, then that was what they’d do. Little domestic bitches, indeed.

Mickey had expected Christmas morning with the Gallaghers to be chaotic, and he was absolutely right. Everyone in the house was milling around the kitchen, Debbie handing out mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows in them, the younger kids ducking under arms as the older Gallagher siblings tried not to spill whatever breakfast they’d managed to scrounge up. Sandy had Franny sitting in her lap and was trying to tame the little girl’s ginger flyaways. Debbie leaned over and gave both of them a loud kiss on the cheek, earning her a giggle from Franny and a soft smirk from Sandy. It was the sappiest look Mickey had ever seen on his cousin’s face, which…well. In Mickey’s own experience, it definitely meant something, coming from a Milkovich.

Finally they were all gathered in the living room, unwrapping gifts and tossing the leftover wrapping paper every which way. Organized chaos—well, disorganized, much as Debbie tried to keep it contained, at least to start with—especially where the kids’ presents were involved. Debbie was the kind of mom who clearly spared no expense when it came to her kid, not to mention Tami and Lip on the other side of the room getting pictures of Fred “opening” his gifts. What that really meant was just Lip holding the baby’s hand pulling paper off some box, but even Ian thought it was cute enough that he took pictures on his phone of every one.

“Here,” Mickey said to Ian as they sat on the couch, squished in next to Debbie and Sandy, watching Franny play with her new Easy Bake oven knock-off. It wasn’t plugged in, thank fuck, but that didn’t stop her from going through all the pieces and parts with ridiculous levels of enthusiasm. Debbie had mentioned to Mickey during their shopping expedition that Sandy wanted to get the kid a BB gun—it wasn’t a bad idea, in Mickey’s opinion, although personally he thought they oughta wait until she was at least six—but that Debbie had vetoed it quite adamantly. Maybe some toy guns were a better idea to start with so she could understand gun safety, at least until she was a little older.

Ian was in the middle of fixing the watch he’d gotten Mickey; he insisted on setting it to the same time as his own, so they wouldn’t have to argue about who was late and who was early. “Oh, shit, I hadn’t even seen this,” Ian said, his eyes lighting up. “Your watch is good to go, by the way.” Not that he bothered handing it over to Mickey, though, as Ian was already pulling the paper off of his gift. Mickey felt his stomach twist almost in a knot—it wasn’t stupid, he reminded himself, it was thoughtful—and Ian’s face split into a wide grin, almost looking astonished as he realized what he was holding. He traced the burned-in names of each of his siblings, ending with his own, his fingers lingering on Mickey’s name and their wedding date.

“Holy shit,” Ian said under his breath, his voice sounding exactly like when he’d turned around in their shared prison cell and seen Mickey standing behind him for the first time. “Mick, this is…” But apparently words weren’t enough, because he leaned over and kissed Mickey, both hands coming up to cup his face. “I fuckin’ love you.”

“Fuckin’ love you, too,” Mickey said, and kissed his husband again. “Debbie helped me pick it out, by the way.”

Ian reached over and gave Debbie a hug behind Mickey’s back. “Thanks for giving my husband a hand, Debs.” His sister grinned at him and elbowed Mickey with a conspiratorial smile before Sandy pulled her into her lap. Franny hopped up into Debbie’s lap, too, causing Sandy to laugh and let out an exaggerated groan. Carl was standing nearby, snapping pictures of them all on his phone with a look of glee.

Maybe there was something to this whole Christmas spirit thing after all, Mickey thought, Ian finally putting the watch on Mickey’s wrist himself. Because as they sat on the couch, surrounded by the people they loved, snow falling outside the windows, Mickey felt happier than he could ever fucking remember.

#leinth writes fic #shameless #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #sandy milkovich #franny gallagher #sebbie #gallavich #this is so late for the season but i hope you enjoy it lola! thank you so much for being so patient <3

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 1 year

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succession finale thoughts!

romangerri:

i don’t know if any tv show has ever given me as much of a stomachache as this episode, oooooooooof!!! the STRESS. (but honestly, the stomachache was 100% just suspense over whether gerri and roman would ever interact again. everything else, i was very zen about.)

gerri in the video radiantly reciting a dirty limerick like a roman daydream come true and roman watching her fondly!!!!! ugh!!!!! that was so schmoopy, especially for this show!!! he still loves her (not that that’s news)!!!!! and him panicking and losing it at the very sight of her and really feeling the crushing weight of his potential that she so believed in because she could have got him there!!!!!!!!!!! she also gave him a couple little not-hateful looks that might have even been sort of nice or concerned or at least ... okay, and i will cling to those for the rest of my life. but i’m so, so sad we never got to see them talk to each other again. OOF.

i have the most hope for roman just because he wound up self-aware enough to see the reality of the situation. jesse armstrong might think you’ll be a sad guy in a bar forever, but to me, there is nowhere for you to go but up, bb. and into the arms of your woman.

i hate the idea of gerri sticking with the company with tom as the ceo just because her disdain for tom was so strong; putting up with logan was one thing, putting up with roman was another even, but TOM????? tom, getting his melancholy everywhere?? however, i think it’s probably too idealistic of me to suggest that she’d turn it down for that reason. but also, maybe she would? isn’t she tired of idiot men yet??? doesn’t she want to go to the g.d. south of france already???? like, the contrast of the old camaraderie in the video of the party with logan with, like, the stupid dudebro tech culture of mattson ... ugh, i just don’t want gerri to be up in that mess! i want her to reject tom! and stand in solidarity with karl & frank! GIRL, IT’S TIME TO RETIRE!!!!!!! in any case: gerri being un-fireable remains hilarious.

gerri not really having any lines in the actual events of the ep = thumbs down forever. NOPE!

however.

roman martini-pining for gerri as his very last act onscreen.

dear GOD.

AAAAAAAH.

though i’m sure the intention of canon is for their relationship to be over forever, it was so wobbly in its over-ness that i’m pretty pleased. i do think it’s in a place where it can be very patched up in fanfic in a way that’s still canon-compliant. hell, she might roll up to that very bar and order another martini and keep him company and be like, “uh, babe, why is that cut on your forehead burst open???”! anything goes! forever! whoohoo, ao3!

i’m so relieved this is over!!!!!!!!!!

THEIR SCENE AT THE FUNERAL WAS INDEED THEIR LAST EVER SCENE AND IT GOT CUT, CLEARLY FOR MAXIMUM PAIN AND ESTRANGEMENT REASONS, AND I’M JUST GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT FOREVERMORE. jesus. will some rebellious intern just edit it back into the episode for me?

in my head they will make up tho. 💗 let the era of fix-it fics begin!

other stuff:

the sibling moments!!!!!! the rollercoaster!!!!! it’s funny how when they were getting along, i believed as much as they did that they HAD IT! and then watching them fall back into the old patterns ... it was that thing this show does best, condensed into one episode of agony. amazing acting, amazing chemistry!

ken starting to get physically abusive toward roman with the crushing hug and then smooshing his face!!!!! when before he stuck up for roman against their father’s abuse. jesus christ. :(

the contrast between the scene in the kitchen and the scene in the conference room ............... OOF!

tom and greg having their little bitchy slap fight in the bathroom, lol. tom putting his little sticker on greg’s forehead, lol.

tom really did marry up! jeez.

conwilla: the not-long-distance era, because democracy shall prevail

even beyond the flawless beauty of limerick gerri (obviously the highlight forever <3), that whole video and the kids watching it?? the emotions!!!!!!

KENDALL IS THE OLDEST BOY!!!!!!!

this episode made me feel So Bad.

roman and gerri need a spinoff where they are just cute and silly. someone please get this happening for me.

#dollsome's deep thoughts #succession spoilers #succession #roman x gerri #romangerri #and bits of everything else!

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From someone who knows basically nothing about Baldurs Gate......

Imma give my UNSOLICITED OPINIONS.

Karlach is the most consistent with her style. She looks great in everything. Shes also the hottest overall (no pun intended). Her personality is one of the cutest and the fact she doesnt seem to get that good of an ending is UH... CRIMINAL.

Best ship- ...//covers face and mumbles... I really like her relationship with the player... this is so unfortunate... but its so cute. I love her. (I know theres a couple endings where you can kill her. Those dont exist or Im calling the cops.)

Base model MEH, Camp model VERY cute, Panties.... ITS A CHOICE BUT ONE I BUY THAT HE'D MAKE FROM WHAT I KNOW ABOUT HIM. Also I dont believe for a MINUTE this man got a six pack why are you lying directly to my face... He reminds me of Dr Frank, I love his voice, I would never be able to deny him anything because hes really funny and I just wanna see him go crazy.

Best ship- Astarion/Wyll... I just saw a video of Star being SO into Wyll it was hilarious. 'Honestly that MAN~' Someone get him a Thirst-aid kit.

The sheer driplessness of this man needs to be studied by SCIENTISTS. But his panties are pretty cute. I do like his face/hair... but the man cant dress himself. ...Look on paper Gale is everything. His sweetness and earnestness is very charming but GOD... hes so cringe sometimes. GOOFY FUCK.

Best ship- ... Probably Wyll? I mean you can just slot Wyll in anywhere cuz hes so charming and he and Gale are such cornballs itd be insufferable.

Laezel takes second place right behind my bbg Karlach. Her base model is a little weird looking the metal looks weird but it still looks pretty cool. Her camp model is super hot, I never would have expected those panties TBH... why dont the men get fun panties. This is a crime. Anyways 9/10 Zel! Congrats. IDK if I like her or the memes with her. her VA did that ducks in a row video and its so funny and I cant ever be mad at her no matter what she wanted to do.

Best ship- .....I mean aesthetically Karlach? For shallow reasons... idk what their relationship is like.

...Look I know shes super popular but.... Look her camp model is pretty great but Her hair is hideous. I can get over Gales absolute driplessness cus hes still handsome... what is this hair... GIRL. The panties are a choice too... but after Karlach and Zel she really had little chance. Least theyre better than the guys.

Best ship- //shrugs I have no attachment to this woman LMAO

Base model? Kinda boring but not terrible. Camp model? One of the best... the cute little peekaboo belly. I hope someone bites him. BUT THE PANTIES??? Girl. Youre lucky youre so handsome. The horns and crazy eyes elevate him... just putting that out there. Like Gale... on paper Wyll is so perfect but HES SO EMBARRASSINGLY EARNEST. The problem is probably just the style of the game... if it was less uncanny realism and more stylized maybe I wouldnt be as cringed out LMAO. Youre so damn cute Wyll... Im sorry.

Best ship- Astarion is funny but hes such a menace... I think Wyll deserves better. HALSIN/Wyll.

Halsin somehow does the earnest lover thing way better than Gale or Wyll... but hes almost as bad as Gale when it comes to dressing himself. Who let this man dress himself? Hes hot though. It makes up for it. I cant believe BG3 let this beefy elf exist... Im so used to young looking scrawny pasty elves (eyes emoji).

Best ship- Like Wyll you can just put him anywhere.... but WYLL. Theyd just be so cute. Halsin could definitely dull the sheer earnestness to tolerable levels probably.

This lady I know almost nothing about except shes kinda rancid.... but at least shes kinda hot and also can dress decently.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

The fact shes not romanceable makes BG unplayable. Her face and hair is gorgeous, her clothes get a MEH from me... maybe if the colors were more muted?

Best ship- ...//shrugs

Hes fine.

Best ship- ...//shrugs

I know the Emperor has some part in this too... and hes hot. So...

Overall-

The difference between S tier and A tier.. isnt that different. I really like those 3 freaks.

At first Wyll & Halsin were these too but... they grew on me & I cant blame them for their faults. Its not Halsins fault you can traumatize a squirrel... its not Wylls fault the realistic style combined with his cheesy romantic bullshit embarrasses me...

I couldnt even get through Dream Daddys.... and I love that game.

I can forgive Wyll.

#Text posts.

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canonically-a-genloser · 7 months

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Please explain all the genloss characters to me

All I know is the stuff from the live I haven’t kept up with anything else

oh boy you're gonna have a TIME reading this one brother i'm gonna spend hours typing out the insane stuff the randy collective has come up with

okay so the insaneification of genloss started with sneeg. FANON IS WRONG ABOUT HIM HE IS WRONG IN EVERY FIC THE MASSES DO NOT UNDERSTAND HIM . so basically to be true to the canon sneeg mutual started actually talking about the trauma he would have and how genuinely fucked up he would be and that's how the randy collective started. anyways i touched on the whole being raised by showfall thing which ties into kids theory. charlie and sneeg would have been so so so codependent and toxic and they love each other and they're all over each other like animals but they'll also fight to the fucking death because showfall can just revive them. (there's a creature au as well that is very cool but i'll talk about that later if i remember.) frank was sneeg's boyfriend and he got permakilled for it and i will come back to this (but also. side note. yellow is frank's color. that's the color of the number code ran chose to put into the computer. maybe this doesn't mean anything but i think the yellow connecting to frank and the fact that he was dead was foreshadowing but take that as you will. moving on)

generation loss charlie. everyone talks about him. everyone loves charlie. they don't care about sneeg. charlie knows this and he will use it against sneeg any way he can. he's the favourite and he flaunts that at sneeg and knows showfall would kill sneeg if he said the word. at the same time sneeg knows this and he would be so fucking jealous of that. he would kill charlie for it. he'd regret it but that wouldn't stop him. it's the cain and abel symbolism and it could be explained so much better but i really really love this point so i had to mention it.

another thing about charlie being the favorite. charlie genuinely doesn't have anyone without sneeg. so when frank comes along and starts talking to sneeg and basically taking his brother away from him he gets jealous of that. there's multiple endings to this one but it was an interesting point.

last thing about charlie for now the charlie mutual made headcanons for transfem/transmasc charlie separately and they are so cool. i can't remember who had the idea of aroace charlie but we love that too. we spin him in the washing machine

i have my own version of ran as well. in all my post escape aus they use hearing aids and prosthetic eyes from where the box messed up their face. (SHOWFALL EMPLOYEE AUS GO SO FUCKING HARD WITH THIS ONE. TO ME. i literally cannot forget to talk about this later.) but yeah that's my basic design idea and the headcanons for this guy are crazy. one of my favorites is the one that sneeg and charlie were literally on top of each other all the time being brothers so ranboo adopted that kind of show of affection post escape. they're fucked up brothers your honor

hETCH IS NOT THE VILLAIN. HE IS A VICTIM TOO. the popular headcanon is that he's also gay for the founder and sometimes we like to think about how it would be funny if the founder were gay for him too but honestly hetch is most likely just their emotional support wet cat. but yeah charlie mutual started making headcanons about charlie and hetch being blood brothers and i was never able to erase that from my memory /vvpos . i love thinking about that dynamic too for so so many reasons. hetch staying with charlie and sneeg and basically raising them and there's just so much in there that i can't even get into yet because i haven't explained the employees BUT I WILL I PROMISE

niki is such a fucking fun one to think about too. i don't have much on her because she's actually characterized decently well from what i've seen but @/white-collar-cannibal has an au where she cuts off her hair and just. the butch niki headcanons. it's such a cool concept. because we've discussed her too and as popular hcs go niki was brought in as a teenager. i think we said 14-15 (but don't quote me on that i could be wrong). but the basic idea is showfall made her be pretty and she wants to be like sneeg. she wants to fight and be able to stomach stuff like all the gruesome stuff showfall fed sneeg and charlie as kids and ough. it's just so cool to think about i love her character

I'M GONNA REBLOG WITH STUFF ABOUT THE OC SHOWFALL EMPLOYEES (AND ANYTHING ELSE MAJOR I MISSED SO FAR) BUT I'VE BEEN TYPING FOR SO LONG AND THIS PROBABLY MAKES ZERO SENSE THE WAY I WORDED HALF OF THIS SO .

EDIT: tumblr notifs ate it but @/white-collar-cannibal actually came up with the transfem charlie hcs! my bad on that one i don't remember who does what sometimes!!

#toad <3 #im so normal i swear

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loubombshell · 2 years

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Billy scaring you.

"Dinah, I already told you, you'll get the files and the book tomorrow. I'm already home." Y/n opened the door with her phone between her ear and shoulder, closing it with her foot again while she balanced two paperbags filled with groceries. "Yes, Yes I know it's urgent. They're in your office tomorrow, I promise." She told her and put the bags away. "Alright, good night." She added and turned her phone off.

Y/n walked in the bathroom, washing her hands from all the stuff she touched in the grocery store. Then she took her clothes off, leaving her in her underwear and walked in her bedroom. The woman opened her wardrobe and took something comfy out and putting it on.

"You don't have to change for me." A voice behind her said and Y/n frezzed on the spot. She heard the sound of her bedroom door open and turned slowly around. Y/n looked to the side of her bed, looking for her gun.

"You're searching for this?" Billy asked amused and showed it to her. "You look really beautiful tonight." He told her smirking and took a step closer, while Y/n took one back.

"What do you want here, Billy? You want to kill me or-"

"-oh no, I could never hurt that beautiful body." He smirked and the woman put her arms uncomfortable around her body to protect her a bit, which made Billy smirk even more.

"Actually you're right, You've something I want." Billy told her.

"My memories?" Y/n asked him gloating.

Billy raised his head and went with his tongue over his teeth annoyed, still looking to her. "Very funny, but no. I need answers." He added.

Y/n looked to him, a started getting a bit nervous. "Answers, for what?" She asked him, not even looking in his eyes once.

"Did Frank damaged my face ?" Billy asked her straight and Y/n shrugged about it.

"Who?" She asked quietly.

"No! You're not doing this to me!" He screamed immediately and raised his gun. "That's not, how this is gonna work! I'm asking you and you'll give me the answers, understand?!" Billy raised his gun and pointed it at the girl. "I kept an eye on you, I know you and your little Homeland friend are hiding him!" He got even louder and took a few steps forward, holding the gun to her head.

Y/n looked down to the ground, her whole body was shaking and some tears started welling up her eyes, she even closed them out of fear, what's gonna happen next.

"Just look at you. Can't even look me in the eyes. I know you're fucking lying to me." Billy whispered in her ear and moved with his thumb over her cheek, touching her like a porcelain doll. "I read my file by the way, they wrote that we had something special together. How can you be so scared of me then ?" He asked her.

"Last time, you didn't point a gun at me." She told him honestly and her lip started trembling too, when he touched her forehead with the gun.

"That's right, I'll stop it as soon as you tell me where Frank is." Billy explained to her and moved her hair behind her shoulder. "Sit down on the bed." He told her calmly.

"Billy, please-"

"Sit down on the fucking bed!" He screamed at her and pushed her brutally down on the bed. "It's up to you, either you're telling me now or we gonna play a little game together." He explained.

"I-I really don't know where he is now." Y/n told him immediately, when he sat next to her on the bed.

Billy sighed and moved closer to her. "Lie down, on your back." He said, still pointing the gun at her forehead and she did what he said, all very careful. He sat down on top of her stomach and trapped her under him. "I'm sure you know the game, we're gonna play." He added and opened his gun, taking all bullets out except from one.

Y/n looked scared to him. "No, please not. That's sick." She told him and tried to get away from him.

The man pointed the gun at her forehead again and smirked. "Round one, do you start talking?" He asked her and she stopped the fighting, still not giving him an answer.

Billy rolled his eyes and sighed. He pulled the trigger but it just clicked, letting Y/n breath heavily. "Seems like you're very lucky today, I hope the luck isn't leaving you." He smirked.

Y/n let some tears roll down her face and Billy wiped them away with his thumb. "You're a fucking psychopath." She winced.

"All you need to do is talking and it'll be over. Just do it, Y/n. You don't own Frank anything. I really don't want to hurt your beautiful face." He whispered and pulled the trigger once again.

This time it was a click too, no bullet.

Y/n took a deep breath. "Okay, please stop I'll give you his address." She told him immediately.

Billy chuckled. "I knew you're a smart girl." He smirked and stood up, letting her sit up on the bed.

"I-I just need my phone for it." Y/n told him and Billy grabbed her arm, pulling her to her phone with his gun in her back.

Y/n opened the phone with her shaking hands and wrote the adress down on a little piece of paper. "That's it." She turned back and gave it to him.

Billy took it from her and gave her a hard kiss to the lips, which she didn't respond too. She didn't even move a single muscle. "Thanks darling." He told her with a grin and started walking to the door again. "I hope I'll see you very soon. Just remember I'll keep my eyes on you, if you're trying to follow me you'll be dead in just a second. Both of us, don't want that. It'll be such a shame." He said and opened her door.

"Billy?" She stopped him in his tracks. "Please don't kill the girl, she went trough so much." Y/n gave him her last wish.

"As you wish." Billy sat and closed the door with a loud sound.

Y/n leaned on the kitchen counter, holding her head in her hands. "Fuck." She muttered in her hands.

#billy russo #the punisher #billy russo x reader #netflix #ben barnes #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #frank castle #billy russo imagine #ben barnes x reader

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Tag Duel bios are so funny because they include so much dumbass trivia and a whole section on each character's love life for some reason? Trivia detailed below because it's SO funny.

(From Tag Force 2)

Judai: Apparently not only is Judai really disinterested in girls but no girl has ever hit on him before which is why Judai finds Rei scary ("It will be interesting to see how Jaden reacts to Blair Flannigan, who becomes really infatuated with him. No one like that has been around him before.") It's stated he's happy to eat everything. Not anything. Everything. Judai is an unstoppable gluttonous machine.

Sho: Honestly the funniest entry by far. Someone on this writing team just wants Sho to SUFFER and its lowkey hilarious. This kid exists to be in pain. Apparently he "tends to fall in love very easily. On top of that, he cares quite a lot about looks, making things even more difficult for himself." His favourite food is shrimp but can't stand spicy food. I don't know if this is a direct translation or a dub gag but apparently he changes his glasses on special occasions but nobody ever notices (lol)

Asuka: Asuka's crush on Judai is described as a mystery which is interesting. Apparently Asuka doesn't even know she has a crush on Judai which is so funny, I love you girl. Seeing Rei flirt with Judai apparently puts her in a bad mood. Apparently if she was to look for a partner, it would be someone who can put her mind at ease. ("More than maybe anything else, she needs a partner to give her peace of mind if they really want to support her") The bio makes a point of speculating whether or not she's good at cooking since Judai is Duel Academy's hungriest guy. She likes sweets! And healthy food and dislikes stuff with strong smells.

Manjoume: His bio is so funny. Like. So funny. The first paragraph basically calls him a tsundere (true). Canon use of bad language (whether or not this is cursing or just general Manjoume rudeness - LET HIM SAY FUCK!!!) He's described as being obsessed with Asuka - although not as infatuated as he used to be. Dude does NOT eat his veggies!!! He likes expensive food and hates vegetables!!! He is NOT growing big and strong!!!

Kenzan: Kenzan bio is really just contributing to sweet kid propaganda. I am a Kenzan fan and apologist he is one of my favourite characters. "Hassleberry stands out at Duel Academy due to his very muscular physique. Although he's probably very good in a fight, he's by no means a violent person. In fact, he's usually very kind and generous." YOU BET!!!! KENZAN IS A SWEETHEART!!! KENZAN NO.1 IN THE WORLD!!! He's apparently pretty fashionable, as on top of the bio rehashing that he modified his own uniform, it mentions that he would probably do the same to the Obelisk Blue Uniform. Which is interesting!!! Fun headcanon material! Apparently he has no dislikes but his favourite food is fish (another fishing enjoyer too)

Edo: This bio was the worst victim of dub translations as it reiterates the dub version where his father is kidnapped and not like dead LMAO. Other than that tho? Apparently he doesn't really show interest in romance since he was too busy hunting for revenge but now that it's been settled "Aster finally has time to look for love. It'll be really exciting to see he goes for it or not." According to the bio he's considered good looking in universe. His favourite food is steak and other meats.

Rei: Apparently Manjoume's entire room was just turned into a Red Girl's Dorm. Which is tbh. Hilarious. Not only did he get evicted by a toddler but his entire room that he stole his brother's credit card for was turned into a girls only space lmao. Apparently Rei is actually one of the best at dueling among the entirety of the first years (real I feel like people sleep on Rei's dueling abilities sometimes since she's. Yknow. Like that.) She likes sweet and spicy food.

Johan: Finally. Weirdo Johan propaganda. He's described as someone who's thoughtful but frank and says the craziest weirdest shit sometimes. His whole bio paints him as someone who's very composed but can be reckless or impulsive when he's in the heat of the moment or excited. Incredibly funny how the bio claims "Nobody knows what kind of girl he likes. If the right young lady does come on the scene though, we wonder if the Crystal Beasts will call a family meeting..." (LMAO.) His favourite food is... Bread stuffed with various unusual fillings. You know this guy makes the WORST, WEIRDEST sandwiches known to man.

Jim: interestingly, despite the game referring to Karen as Karen in Jim's dialogue, the bio calls her Shirely. More reasons why changing the name for the damn crocodile was so silly. We do not information about Jim's love life or favourite food in his bio :(

O'Brien: Not much is said about the non-Johan transfer students. Like. Nothing except information you could find the anime. Interestingly enough though, O'Brien likes cola and junk food.

Misawa: One paragraph. Mf gets one paragraph in his bio. Is described as having a good personality but isn't treated well by his peers. (I wonder why.)

Fubuki: "ALL THE WOMEN FLOCK TO HIM WHEN HE APPEARS!!!!" His bio also reiterates his friendship with Ryo and questions what it's like since "They seem like polar opposites"

Momoe and Junko have bios too!!! Although they're mostly described as growing apart a little from Asuka :( Although apparently Momoe hangs out with Judai's clique a lot. Junko on the other hand is influenced mostly by what Momoe does.

If I've missed anything, or somethings been lost in the English translation let me know! I love collecting trivia brbrbbr

#tag force 2 #ygo trivia #character bios

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dballzposting · 1 year

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here’s how Yamgeta can still #win

Vegeta having gay sex with Yamucha is a one-time temporary thing but honestly if you were crazy enough then I could see how it could have longevity. Romance, even.

Like ...

Yamucha is an older bachelor with a swanky cabin and he KNOWS better. He knows better than to get attached. If he felt he and Vegeta were going too far with this then he would remove himself and be sure to remind Vegeta of his familial obligations. Yamucha has played this game before and he knows the risks; he’s not interested in having this get out of hand.

Furthermore, he, like, sort of hates Vegeta. He’ll never forgive him for anything but he has chilled enough to leave it as water under the bridge. He doesn’t care enough to still be MAD about anything really, but he WOULD be the first to jump in on a Vegeta Roast Session, and he wouldn’t suffer in the slightest if he never ever saw Vegeta again. He’ll concede that Vegeta really has seemed to change,. and he’s done much to redeem himself, but that doesn’t mean that anyone is obliged to forgive him for anything, and Yamucha, in the most honorable way, certainly hasn’t it.

Yamucha is a middle aged bachelor, yknow, he wears those yellow suits, yknow, and once he has a drink or two he can absolutely stand to talk to Vegeta to his face, and the two have even built up a platform of repartee over the years - something sarcastic and witty and dreadful, and it’s taken time for Vegeta to lower his guard enough to play this sluttenous game of talk, and for Yamucha to build in vegeta’s eyes a reputation of conversational fortitude.

So, like, yknow, Yamucha is just Chill, yknow? He’s going with the flow. He’s playing the game with Vegeta because he can. He’s not, like, playing 4d chess or anything, he’s not conspiring, not planning his next move - he’s just going where his instincts take him. And it takes time, yknow, but eventually Vegeta thinks so little of Yamucha’s ability and so highly of his efforts that he finds himself at Yamucha’s swanky cabin past midnight, yknow? Like it’s nothing.

And so yknow, Ymaucha will have gay sex with Vegeta, sure, absolutely. It’s a bit funny, a bit cheeky, a bit sarcastic, and altogether so FRANK and forthright. Sleeves rolled up, hand of cards flipped and visible.

And so yeah Yamucha will do all of that. And he’ll put his pants on and walk vegeta to the door after. “Thanks for visiting, really,” yknow. “Give Bulma my regards.” Y’know.

and that’s yamgeta, yknow?

BUT .. TAKE MY HAND .. CONSIDER SOMETHING BEYOND ..

what is Vegeta’s role in his family unit, even. I definitely feel like Vegeta spends a lot of time alone. He trains his son, he sleeps next to his wife, and he is always present for dinner. And most of the time he just, like, fucks off.

And everyone seems okay with that, they forgive him for that. He doesn’t spend a lot of time with his family but they’re thankful for the time he does grant them (seen on an early episode of Super where he could not STAND being on a cruise with them so he flew away at the end, and Bulma & Trunks thanked him for the time he gave rather than getting mad or sad at him.)

So, like, Vegeta could be having a secret life with Yamucha and no one would even know..? He’s just gone that often anyway. Training and sleeping and stuff. Shitting in the mountains. Going shoe shopping. Playing Minesweeper. ETC. So it wouldn’t even make a difference to his family.

Furthermore - what sort of affection does he give them anyway? Specifically his wife - how much affection do you think she gets from him, and how much does she expect? The thing about Bulma is that ..

Well okay, sidebar:

CHARACTER CORNER: BULMA

In the original dragon ball, in the first arch, Bulma wanted nothing more than to have a cute boyfriend. She couldn’t control herself around cute guys. So she was going to use the dragon balls to WISH for a boyfriend.

...Implying that she couldn't find one herself.

Now hold on. Bulma is very pretty. She makes damn sure that you’re aware of that at every junction. And she’s rich. Why couldn’t she get a boyftiend?

It’s not that she felt that she couldn’t attract a cute boy .. it’s that she felt that she couldn’t attract a NICE boy.

Many characters have expressed their attraction to her throughout the series - most of whom have been CREEPS, WEIRDOS, PERVERTS, ETC, and I recall a scene where she was being literally CHASED and HUNTED by two Red Ribbon Army goons in helicopters.

She IS a desirable catch. And she has seen the worst in men because of it.

So, she was to wish for a cute and NICE boyfriend. Ok. Cool.

And then she met Yamucha and didn’t have to make that wish after all. OKAY. COOL.

BUT .. WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT?

I’LL TELL YOU WHAT. She wasn’t content with him.

She had him cut his hair because long hair wasn’t fashionable on a boy.

And she became irreconcilably IRATE with him for all the attention from girls that he indirectly garnered. It wasn’t even his fault, and he paid them no attention - but Bulma just HATED that he was desired.

She never even kissed him.

She never even kissed him! So why did she want a boyfriend?

My dear: young Bulma, sweet 16, wanted a cute & nice boyfriend more than anything - but she’d been hunted and oggled and grabbed at for her looks, and she could not place her trust in her nice & cute boyfriend enough to actually interact with him physically. It’s a sensitive subject for her. That makes sense.

HOWEVER - there’s also the perspective that actually, it’s not a sensitive subject for her. She’s just Bulma, she’s rude and selfish and conceited and - she just wanted the SYMBOL of a boyfriend, she wanted to be a cute girl with a cute boy only SHE could oggle!

She wanted a TROPHY boyfriend! And she couldn’t have that when everyone was staring at and vying for her trophy.

MY DEAR - This is why Vegeta works out so wonderfully for her.

He’s a trophy alright - unfathomably strong, ambitious, determined, etc. In his time, of a royal status. A tough catch, valuable in his scarcity.

and NO ONE ELSE WANTS HIM - Bulma can have him all to herself.

FURTHERMORE - Vegeta is not a sexually-geared man, he’s barely even an AFFECTIONATE man - he’ll never request her kisses or body. She is free to give those only as she pleases, when she pleases. And, presumably, he’ll have her when she wants to give herself to him, becasue, well - what’s he to say? He’s virtuous and shy in this regard - what’s he to say?

Vegeta BARELY EVEN BUGS HER - she is FREE to live her life, work on her projects, live her passions, etc all without the prying attention of another. She’s free to be independent, which I know suits her. She needs a lot of time to herself to think and work and develop on ideas. And Vegeta needs a lot of time alone to think and train and focus. So it all works out splendidly really.

Vegeta doesn’t even know the first thing about her work. He can’t comprehend it. He can’t fathom it. Bulma is free to have her niche - and free to have her trophy husband, and feel secure that he is only hers, and he will be back at the end of the day because he has no where else to go, and he will scare off all the hoes with his unbecoming glower and unrelatable background.

But note that she doesn’t really need THAT much attention from him. She needs someone who makes her feel important, becasue she is important, and she can have that with Vegeta - she was his first, and he had never known soft affection like the stuff she showed him. She can kiss him on the cheek and see him blush and grow flustered, at any time. He’s sensitive in that regard - and that’s all she wants out of him: that when they are together, he’s affected by her, and that she is his everything.

In practice they don’t even spend that much time together.

Okay so anyway. What was my point.

My point was that if you wanted to craft a Yamgeta scenario with some longevity then here’s how you do it:

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(^ music to read this post to.)

Vegeta, in theory, has time for Yamucha.

Yamucha definitely has time for him.

And Yamucha knows better, and he would freely warn Vegeta of the risk of their continued engagement (and if there is one word to describe their communication, it is FRANK - nothing is being unsaid, everything is being toyed with). But, also, he is not actually in a situation where he could push someone away that hard.

Yamucha is a lonely dude. He’s been even lonelier ever since Pu’ar went away to Shapeshifting University. He’s all alone in that swanky cabin, all alone with his The Romantics CD and his Caddyshack (1980) DVD. He keeps trying to grow his hair out but he keeps getting beguilded into letting the beautiful foxes who live in the woods cut it. He’s at the point by now where he can sense when he’s getting tricked by a fox but he’s so in want of a woman that he’ll let them do anything to him if they appear as a beautiful lady. And he fucking learns nothing from it.

(this is what I’m referencing every time i mention yamucha getting his head shaved by foxes BTW:

https://www.japanpowered.com/folklore-and-urban-legends/how-a-man-was-bewitched-and-had-his-head-shaved-by-the-foxes )

So, like, if Vegeta keeps coming around .. Yamucha will honestly let him. He’ll warn him and they’ll go back and forth in their meta-sarcastic witty way and Yamucha will tempt him with certain drinks or topics and he’ll watch Vegeta go along with it.

And it feels a little bit like ... Like Vegeta is responding to these bids for affection/attention. He’ll go along with it, he’ll bite back, he’ll leave with will and return with his head held high - the whole point, their whole dynamic from the start has been that Vegeta is better than this and is why he won’t be conned/tricked, nevermind the fact that his behavior would be less incriminating if he were to defer to it. So if Vegeta keeps bringing his self-serving autonomous self BACK to Yamucha’s cabin / to see him at Guy’s Night / to specifically find him in a conversation during a Z Team get-together -- WELL -- it feels a little bit like Yamucha is receiving some much-appreciated and meaningful attention.

He knows better - and he doesn’t want to be a homewrecker - but Vegeta has become fun to talk to, and he is finding increasing enjoyment in their interactions. He’ll always hate who Vegeta was, and he’ll never forgive him, but sometimes, at the most fearless and raunchy points, it’s delightfully funny to think that this is the same guy who pulled all that monstrous shit years ago.

Yamucha knows better, but ever since Tien told him that he wasn’t gonna marry him (SO SAD..!!!!), Yamucha is not in any position to snuff meaningful attention, no matter whom it’s from.

DO YOU SEE MY POINT? Ok.

But why would Vegeta keep going back? Oh my god I don’t fcking know. Stop asking.

Vegeta

Vegeta is sort of afraid of sex I don’t know why he would ahve gay sex with Yamucha ... WELL it’s not that he’s afraid of sex. He’s not. He’s not afraid of anything. He’s not afriad. Please don’t put in the newspapers that he got afraid

He’s nhot afriad of sex. But he does only have sex with his wife a certain way. She has to be gentle with him. And that’s the way it was for a long time. That’s how she first serenaded and seduced him. He had never known tenderness - he had never known physical touch to be so .. gentle and careful. And he didnt know what to do about it. And that’s how it went down.

And Bulma likes to be the important person in people’s lives so that worked out fine for a long time, that she could have him melt. But, like. She’s a wild and energetic woman. Sometimes she wants to introduce some more FIRE into the bedroom. But often times he won’t really have it. He feels like, what’s the point ..

Like he could have a passionate fiery physical encounter with any of the damn fighters in his life. That’s not why he has a wife. FURTHERMORE - He has it wired into his brain so deeply to always BE GENTLE with Bulma because she’s a fragile human !! She wants him to get on top and make it sing and he’s like ... ERHM.... I’m sorry ... Could you ... be more specific ...?

And she wants him to just GO FOR IT to just FEEL IT but he’s afraid of going TOO wild so he just asks her to just lead instead please.

This is humiliating for him - like, must we speak of it..? Can’t we just make love in the moonlight? Must we articulate it with our voices..? Give it words..?

If she got rough with him then I think that it would scare him. If she grabbed his junk allof a sudden then I think that he would scream a little bit and flinch. IT’S JUST NOT HOW THEY NORMALLY DO THINGS YKNOW...?

LIIKE IDK .. If he’s not hardy and disciplined then no one is. BUT, LIKE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HIM? YOU HAVE TWO OPTIONS:

1. have him lay you with a Face of Stone.. sort of tense the whole time .. defending against any sudden or rough movements ... there to serve .. ETC

2. you make love TO HIM and have him really be there present & in the moment & this means not grabbing his fucking shit when he’s not fucking expecting it becasue that’s not what you’re supposed to do anyway and that’;s not where it;’s supposed to fucking go and your hands are for caressing him softly not yanking on his fucking shit like you’re shifting a car or starting a lawnmower BULMA

So yeah he just has it as a personal rule that he’;s not allowed to be rough with his wife becasue even if he trusts his disciplined self to not err, it’s still Rude to be rough with a lady, much less his wife who yells at / pussywhips him so well ...

Additionally, he doesn’t really respond well to her coming at him with more wild energy either. I think that fire and passion and sauce are one thing, and he does like her strength of character so, I doubt that he would dislike her fire, but - she can’t be, like, doing anything unorthodox. Passionate LOVEMAKING is one thing. DEPRAVED BEHAVIOR is another. And there’s a point where the skin and sweat and breath is just, like, any other day to him ... like ... i’m sorry ... am i making love to my sweet wife, or am I training in the gravity chamber? Am I absolutely ripping the skin off of it in the gravity chamber alone, or am I rotten enough that I’m having my wife do it for me? good grief.

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(^another song for listening and reading.)

PARAGRAPHS LIFTED FROM a “fanfic” on my phone where I had Vegeta lying awake in bed at night pondering the nature of sex because I wanted to develop on my head canon for how he thinks about it evidently: (i did impulsively post it once so if it looks familiar that’s why):

When his Bulma had first taken him in and shown him how to love, it was not something that he knew to expect, but it did not twist his head much either. He never knew that it could be the way it was because he had never thought of it; but after it had happened, it made sense by virtue of having transpired.

Afterwards, Vegeta had fled to the mountains, where he had stood at the tops and stared at the sky. One afternoon he had stared into the depth of the blizzard until it gradually lifted and gave way to the silhouette of the evening sun.

He had thought and thought and felt and thought, and decided that he wasn’t meant to understand all of the details of the liminal experience of Bulma’s bedroom. It was over now, and he could move on.

Bulma herself had a vulgar tongue. This is what Vegeta could not believe as natural: the things she would reference or suggest to his virgin ears. She would say things to get a rise out of him and then laugh as his face flushed.

Still, Vegeta had crossed his arms to the comments from his Bulma and from the rest of the filthy mouths on the planet: he knew that they were all vulgar, and that he was not.

. . .

He turns his head to gaze at his wife in the dark. He’s attracted to his wife, of course he is, ever since she had jabbed a finger into his chest and told him what to do. But he does not respond to her body the way even she does.

A great deal of Bulma’s self-esteem comes from the state of her physical assets - all of which she frequently insists are top-notch. Vegeta has always believed her, but he never knew how to corroborate her, because it’s not like he has seen hoards of naked women to compare her to, and it’s not like he would know what to look for.

There have been times where Bulma has grown frustrated with him because he was not giving her the answer that she wanted. She was wanting to hear something like, “you’re right Bulma, your boobs are so cute and lovely and perfect, and your butt is tight too;” but when Vegeta tasks himself to be truthful and vocal, the best he can squeak out is “the shapes of your body are important to me.”

She can only hear that romantic dribble so much before she wants him to tell her explicitly that her tits are better than anyone else’s.

Mostly, though, Bulma grows frustrated with him for other reasons, and Vegeta has never learned a way to speak with her that worked for him.

The state of Bulma’s body is very important to him, as is the feel of her skin on his, and the warm imprint of her silhouette on his vision, and the music of her voice, and the strands of her hair that somehow always end up on the shower walls. But Vegeta struggles to first articulate and then verbalize such tender sentiments, and he finds it impermissibly uncouth to compensate for his silence with raunchy smatterings. He would never speak to his wife that way. And he would never lie.

. . .

And his least favorite activities are the ones where his wife wants to make a game out of sex, where they play with each other and put things in weird holes. The first time she had tried to put her mouth on his member, he had gone soft in offense.

He loved his wife, and he loved to love her, and if she had never found him, he would likely find himself still strong, virile, ambitious - and sexless.

Ok. So as you can see, Vgeta is kind of an um uh. What’s the word. He’s .. frumpy? He’s vanilla. MOREOVER: He’d rather spar than make love but if he’s making love then he better do it right. Otherwise it’s besmirching to the other person, if it does not feel like something that he could not do alone.

So. Awsome. Epic.

WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH HIS HAVING GAY SEX WITH YAMUCHA /?!?1/

Um. I don’t know. This post has gone off the fucking rails.

I think I’m going to completely contradict myself here. ARE YOU READY? Forget everything you just read. ARE YOU READY?

What if ... Vegeta LIKES to have gay sex with Yamucha BECASU it’s a bit more ... forceful? He can really put his hands on him. And it’s a NO STRINGS ATTACHED encounter - Yamucha & Veegag have no obligation to each other, they don’t love each other, theyre both men, it’s easy-peasy.

And Vegeta can really put his hands on him & feel the scars of a warrior. He can really feel the weight.

Hey. Listen, man. Let’s try to salvage this post. Together. For the Yamgeta Nation.

I feel like Vegeta & Yamucha could hang out and it’s not a big deal. Like their talk & general interactions are WRY, or witty, or playful; always frank, often sparse.

But, what have I just said to you. Maybe we can salvage this post after all. Tie it all together. What did I just say to you?

Vegeta .. is ... a bit of a serious lover. He’s not a floozy. He’s not a whore. He’s not confident or playful or GENEROUS with ANY affection or attention AT ALL.

If he spent a night with Yamucha and he enjoyed it then he would not be rushing to pay him his disrespects. He may refuse Yamucha’s cigar offering post-event, he may admit that he feels sick, he may hurry to leave - but at Yamucha’s knowing and sagely “Yeah, that’ll do that to you... You better get going then. I won’t take offense,” vegeta stops.

and he’d be like “..could you?”

“What?”

“Could you take offense?”

“...I just said that I wouldn’t.”

“But you could?”

“...I guess?”

“...I’ll stay then.”

And vegeta would sit back down and stay a while.

And they’d sit in silence. Until Yamucha says “It’s a dangerous game yknow.”

“How do you figure?”

“Staying.”

and then there’s another pause, this one much more tense. And only then would Vegeta hurry to leave, wrench his coat on, ETC.

But that’s just, like, a first encounter. If he kept coming around - then he’d grow more and more comfortable with Yamucha. More playful. More sarcastic and saucy. He’d play the game just as well.

He’s not always coming around to have gay sex with Yamucha, he’s coming around to hear the ways that Yamucha will try to convince him this time. It doesn’t always work. Vegeta can’t be played, remember, and it’s all very up-front.

Vegeta will come around becasue it’s something to do, Yamucha is someone new to talk with.

Sometimes it’s boring and Vegeta leaves.

Sometimes Vegeta gets bored of training alone and feels iced out of his own domestic affairs, so he goes to Yamcuha’s cabin, where yamucha is always trying to cook his own meal, and he’s always down for putting on Caddyshack and falling asleep because he’s kind of, like, 45 yrs old or something.

You know everyone always acts like Vegeta can’t cook. But he can cook. How do you think he lived during his youth, traveling from planet to planet? He learned the best ways to cook meat, how to not burn out the fat grease, and what to do with the remainder. He traveled the cosmos and learned of the best spices and seasonings - and he may feel inclined to list them off and their planet of origin as he stands in yamucha’s cabin, throwing stuff inside of the wood stove.

Vegeta has known culinary delights in his time, by his own hand. The fact that there is black smoke coming out of Yamucha’s wood stove right now is not important.

IDK.

I just have a lot of thoughts evidently.

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Vegeta knows how love goes by now. He knows the patterns, he knows what’s permissible.

He knows to not take his gloves off lest to hold his wife or his children.

But after a while, he may take them off with Yamcuha, becasue he’s secure enough, in all of their frankness, that there is a suspension of legitimacy here that facilitates organic and of-the-moment interaction.

He knows that the loving and tender hold that a man takes with his wife is secret, sacred, and must not be desecrated by being repeated in another’s bed.

But in all of the frankness therein, Yamucha’s cabin has become a location of secret safeness, where anything goes, and nothing is too odd to face directly.

Vegeta knows what things mean - but, at the same time, he’s not necessarily experienced in .. what to show to whom. He’s only ever had one lover. And the cover of this cabin is secure. Surely, you can just .. behave as a lover would?

Yamucha, meanwhile, knows the drill, and is careful about what he shows to whom. And he’d just be so stunned and confused if someone like Vegeta was willing to cuddle up with him, to hug him or kiss him off of the lips, or smile at him with his eyes, or cook dinner with him, or laugh with him, or listen to him talk.

IDK. Maybe Vegeta could turn on the radio and listen to all those love songs sung by wantful women and emotional men and come to the realization that somehow, oddly enough, maybe those words are something that his sensitively specific heart understands more than he ever thought it could. Maybe it was that simple all along. Maybe this social shit and romance shit is easy. Maybe he just drinks bourbon at Yamucha’s cabin and then leaves long enough that he’s content to see him again when he does.

Do you understand ... have I put an image in your head yet...

Maybe it’s fun. Maybe it’s sweet. Maybe it’s senseless and boring and they keep their distance for a while. Maybe it’s senseless and freeing and vegeta keeps coming around.

LISTEN:

Their interactions have always been so frank. They’ve always put things into words, or obvious gestures, or risky smirks that convey the ambiguity of their affairs.

It’s always been .. up-front.

And there’s a point when you hear someone speak frankly enough that .. you hear enough. That you’re able to assume that you know them.

There’s a point where the words turn to silent gestures, and the silent gestures turn to genuine actions, requests and bids and - just, the thoughtless, selfish movements of a self-actualized animal. No words, but a world of communication, to and from, in and out.

And, there’s a point in that where you may wind up being .. presumptuous.

If Yamucha told Vegeta that certain behaviors would be inappropriately romantic between them, then vegeta would be like, UM WELL DUH. Obviously. Not that I’d want to be romantic with YOU. I’m barely romantic with my wife. Only scarcely and in secret. Not that it’s any of your damn business.

BUT .. as long as Yamucha doesnt say that .. Vegeta would just continue interacting with him physically. Because it’a sort of nice innit? As long as it’s not verbalized, it’s connotationless, and he’s been frank enough with Yamucha thus far that he thinks that they both understand the need to be true and odd and unexplained, and in fact, that there is frankness and comprehension in their silence.

Additionally: When Vegeta and Bulma talk, it tends to end in an argument a lot. They communicate better in silence. This is an intimacy that Vegeta is accustomed to.

And again. Yamucha is in no position to turn this sort of attention down.

So he says nothing of it.

He knows better. He lets Vegeta keep coming around. He offers him drink, smoke, time, and conversation.

Vegeta isn’t keen on compromising himself, so he doesn’t often drink or smoke. Though he’s come a long way, he still isn’t the best conversationalist if there’s not a central string where he and yamucha can continuously poke fun at each other; but there’s a point where it’s not about the repartee anymore. Yamucha is very aware of when Vegeta starts to let him speak of more boring, personal, or even domestic things. It strikes him as odd, but he realizes that it’s not even about the substance of their words anymore.

Vegeta is just there for the atmosphere.

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