#so I really want Someome to see it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

skrunksthatwunk · 1 year

Text

somebody's probably already talked about this but i cant get that fucking mountain goats post outta my head and ive been talking to myself about love as a central theme of frankly most art but especially the art i love the most and i got to undertale and i need to talk about it

god it's all about love. wanting love, not wanting to lose it, grief, hope, determination, it's all fucking love in like 8 different hats. it's the monsters' love they show you (the mercy they show you) that allows frisk to help them get their freedom, it's the player's love for them that brings mercy in the first place, it's all fucking love.

flowey only got his power to reset from dying with his sibling after an act of love for them and you know what he did? he spent years of his life interacting with the people and world as much as he could, in as many ways as possible. he loved being with them and wanted to experience everything because everything was worthwhile to him because of love. and that greed for love led to oversaturation, led to boredom, led to him hurting people to feel anything in that absence of love. he never stopped loving chara, y'know? he was always looking for someone else to play with, someone who could make him feel like nothing had happened. so much so that he follows frisk throughout the underground, insists on keeping them and you there as much as possible, both bitter and needy. and he has to admit that frisk isn't chara to move on. you're not them. they're gone. asriel's gone, too, or will be after this. it's love for chara that leads him to break the barrier, as it was for asgore to try and stop you, and for toriel to take you in at the beginning and the end. it was the desire for love that kept him from letting go, and that caused him to harm so many, as it was for alphys, undyne, asgore, toriel, etc. him, arguably more than anyone else, hurt people out of desire for love and grief over it. and it's him acknowledging that desire and letting it go when it hurts people that sets everyone free.

it is love that makes you go back through the underground, calling papyrus and undyne and toriel in every room just to see their different responses. it is love that leads you to check everywhere before finally ending the game. it is love that leads you back to where your friends are standing, talking about how they've been changed by you, about how the love between you has led to this. it's love that makes you end it to see them happy, and curiosity (which in this case is often just greed for love) to some extent.

and it is love and greed for it that brings you to the reset screen. and flowey, whose desire for love almost consumed everything, that kept the people he loved from their happy endings, from their futures, that asks you to reconsider. having seen all you have, having seen his mistakes, and how happy your friends are now, are you willing to put your desire for love above their happiness? above their freedom? will you make the same choice as him after seeing what harm it caused, after finally getting what you wanted? because whatever reason for resetting you have, it'd probably boil down to love in some way. love for the characters, for the game (experience or lore), etc.

flowey's downfall, to some extent, was in the apathy that came from overconsumption. instead of cherishing the life he had, he had to know the rest. he couldn't let it lie, couldn't find peace about it and move on. he had one life, as do you, as do (in theory) these characters, one you would at that point snatch from them by resetting. flowey's asking you to think twice about whether or not you want to control them, to play with their lives for your own happiness. even if it is out of love.

because it always is.

#god idk does this make sense. fuck #i really like this game guys #idk i havent thought that hard about it in a while or maybe ever but it's soo so good god holy shit #xoxo sincerely someome who hasnt and maybe cannot play anything but true pacifist #yeah being in the ut fandom at like 12 was A Lot at least partially bc of how fucking HARD ppl go with resetting narratives #anyway i think it's cool #games and interactive media in general have so much power to engage the audience with and undertale rocks it with the best of em #literally so beautiful gggahrhuhaghg #the villain asking you if youve learned from his mistakes and pleading with you to not repeat them after all that is just #hhhhhh #i just think it does it really really fucking well #god #undertale #utdr #sheesh #sorry not gonna edit this its like 3am. youre getting the mush #im honestly rusty/never was that deep in ut lore so if i fucked up thats why #asriel's story fucked me up so bad as a kid and STILL fucks me up and now i kinda understand why a bit better #he just wanted to love people he just missed his sibling he just loved the way things used to be so much he did everything he could to #bring it back and it came back all fucked up. maybe theres a reason you only see the true lab in this route huh #and like with the amalgamates you can and should still love what's left. you cant make it what it used to be #but it is always worth loving anyway.#always fucked me up that you have to leave asriel though #flowey still deserves love. is it punishment by the narrative? is it tragedy? idk..#he's stuck in the underground he forced everyone to keep reliving #but idk. wish he got out. i hope he's well now #and yes im aware these are fictionl characters but the game wants you to treat them like theyr real and you should consider their happiness #and i feel like if you missed that then you didn't get undertale yk #and i think most people can compartmentalize their love for these guys and doing the other routes and that's fine #i just choose not to specifically for this game bc it confronts you about it. it's not completely passive (or acts like it)

3 notes · View notes

thecherrygod · 2 years

Text

I genuinely feel like i should sleep on the floor tonight

#my posts #i probably wont #but i. i feel like i have to. like it may fix something #it wont and in the end i may feel worse but i am sitting on the floor doing stuff for tomorrow's presentation #.... i feel a huge sense of inadequacy tho #like. this isnt really my life?#like i am not made for this even if i try even if i may want to?#i dont enjoy the grind mindset #i dont want to fail tho but i don't feel like succeeding is that wotth it #i really think something inside me snapped and i cant fix it so theres smth lacking #idk i just feel like everything's slipping from my fingers #wifi died signal sucked so this got posted like two hours later lmao #im in bed btw i decided against the floor #jic someome comes into my room so they dont see me like that

0 notes

moonstruckme · 8 months

Note

Hi lovely, i hope youre having a good day.

Could i request a poly!maruaders (maybe +lily or bff lily) where reader is either muggleborn or a half-blood and does every day tasks normally (ie. redecorating, dying hair, climbimg to get something up high, looking for something theyve lost, painstakingly repairing something, trying to navigate in the dark). Maybe reader has convinced lily and Remus to help her spring clean and redecorate and they both just automatically go about it a muggle way. And when Sirius and James come to find them later theyre so confused because for them thats always been done with magic.

I have sent a very similar request to someome else before (think its been 2+ months) but i dont think they posted for it. Just in case they do i wanted to let you know. Also no pressure.

Regardless, i love you 🩶

Hi angel! I decided to do this with platonic (or, if you like, pre-relationship) marauders+Lily, and I know you said spring cleaning but my roomie and I just decorated for Halloween and I’ve got that on the brain so I’ve taken more than one liberty haha but I hope you like it <33 Love you too!!

platonic!marauders (+Lily) x reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Do you think this would look alright here?” you ask, stretching your arm as high as you can to pin the middle of the leafy garland to the wall.

Lily hums contemplatively. “I don’t think that’s quite the middle. A bit to the left?”

You reach leftwards, tottering on your stepping stool, and Remus steadies you with his hands at your waist before you can fall.

“Here, I’ve got it,” he offers, encouraging you to step down and taking your place. He makes the reach look easy (it’s hardly a reach for him, you suppose), taping the garland in place. “How’s that?” he asks, and you step back beside Lily, assessing.

“It looks great,” you decide. “Thanks!”

“‘Course, love.” He grins at you as he steps down, going back to dusting off your mantle. You’re immensely grateful for your friends’ help, the quiet between you companionable as you each work on your tasks, your Rumours record playing softly in the corner. You’d been a bit down about cleaning and decorating your first apartment all by yourself, and Lily had all but invited herself over, offering to keep you company. This morning, she’d shown up with Remus and a bucket full of cleaning supplies, and neither of them would hear your protests about not wanting them to labor for you. Remus had become immediately obsessed with all the dusty surfaces you’ve yet to clean since moving in a week ago, and Lily claims she’s going to make cookies after she’s finished cleaning the oven, so your apartment will smell cozy and homey.

You’re not sure how you managed to snag such fantastic friends, but just as you’re about to tell them so for the upteenth time since they’ve arrived, your door creaks open.

“You can’t just leave the front door unlocked,” James says, aghast. “You’re a young girl living on your own, shortcake. Exercise some caution.”

Sirius breezes by James with a small box in his hands, and you accept the one-armed hug he offers you with faint confusion. Your friends are welcome anytime, but you hadn’t been expecting anyone other than Lily today and you worry the apartment is far from guest-ready. “I usually lock it,” you defend yourself. “It’s just that we’ve been in and out all morning. Anyway, who’s going to murder me with everyone here?”

“Well, they won’t now that I’m here,” James allows, pecking you on the cheek amicably. “But if you were thinking Lily and Moony could defend you all by themselves, then I’m even more worried about you.” He receives matching exasperated glares from your friends, but ignores them, surveying the apartment. “This is a nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thanks.” You beam, proud of your little apartment. It had been a bit run-down when you’d first moved in, but the morning’s efforts have really brightened the space. “Did you come by to see it? I’m not sure it’s quite ready for a tour yet, unless you’re alright with dust.”

“A lot,” Remus says wearily, “of dust.”

“We thought we’d bring you a housewarming gift,” Sirius says, opening the lid of the box to reveal a cake. In cursive frosting, it reads Congratulations, graduate!, but someone’s struck through graduate and scrawled, in messy writing underneath, homeowner.

You laugh. “Thanks, that’s so sweet! Um, you guys know I’m renting this place, right?”

“We know,” Sirius agrees. “But apparently they only do custom writing if you order, like, way in advance, and we didn’t have enough room to put congratulations on your first big girl apartment ourselves.”

Remus snorts, but immediately begins sneezing after inhaling some dust from the mantle, and Lily comes over to admire the cake. “I think it’s lovely as it is,” she says, and you hastily agree. You love it, and you love them all the more for it, your sweetheart friends. “Still, Remus and I have been here all morning, so I think our housewarming gift is a bit better.”

James laughs disbelievingly. “What’s your gift?”

“Cleaning and decorating,” Remus says, having recovered from his fit. “Bit more of a time commitment than a cake.” His voice takes on a slight haughtiness, and Lily smirks.

“What, all day?” Sirius shakes his head. “That takes ten seconds.”

“Not the muggle way,” Lily says.

Sirius’ eyebrows shoot up, and James’ gaze sweeps over the room more intentionally, lingering on the unswept floor, the decorations still in their boxes. “Why in Merlin’s name would you do it the muggle way?” he sounds vaguely horrified. “We could charm this done right now.”

Sirius nods, sliding his wand from his sleeve as if he intends to do just that, but you clamp a hand around his wrist. “That takes all the fun out of it!”

“Dollface,” Sirius says slowly, looking at you like you’ve lost it, “how is laboring all morning to accomplish what could be done with a simple spell fun?”

You wave your hands about, gesturing vaguely to the room at large. “I don’t know, it’s about the simple things. You listen to music, and do things the slow way, and you get to choose where your stuff goes instead of letting the spell choose for you.”

“And,” Lily adds, “it’s satisfying to know that you did it yourself. Like these cookies, which are going to be way better than if I charmed them to bake themselves.” She pauses, glancing at the cake. “By the way, you’re going to have a ton of sweets on your hands, Y/N.”

“Oh, I was under no impression I’d be eating all this by myself,” you say, somewhat appalled. “Won’t you guys stay and help me with them? I can get us takeaway.”

Sirius and James help with more than that. Neither of them will touch a broom (frankly, they have trouble wrapping their heads around the idea that some are used for more than flying), but they help you arrange your fake pumpkins on the newly dusted mantle, and bicker over whether they should charm your candles to float like in the great hall or leave them on the coffee table.

By the time you make good on your offer of ordering takeaway, almost every crevice of your apartment has been cleaned, and it’s smelling like cookies and looking seasonally festive. Remus nips to the store to get a couple bottles of wine for you all, and you and James end up sitting on the floor to eat while Lily declares she’s taking you shopping for more chairs tomorrow. The cake is fantastic, but the company is better, and of all the things you’d wanted to decorate your first apartment with, you think you like filling it with your friends best.

322 notes · View notes

felixisourayofsunshine · 7 months

Text

Okay so I really wanted to talk about emonette's character plus Shadybug and Clawnoir's relationship......... Well this is gonna be a long one so sorry in advance

Okay let's go!!!

So as we saw in the special emonette said that she was constantly bullied by Chloe(guess she doesn't change in any universe 😔 that damn brat I hate her.... not more than Lila though) and considering how broken she sounded that was not the same bullying that Chloe of this universe did to Mari that shit must've been extreme. However, I donot think that the bullying alone there must've been more aspects which lead her to the path of evil.

Well, while we're at it let's talk about this scene.. God this was so heart wrenching....

When she said that-

"I'm sorry mommy dear, I fine I just- just dropped my sewing kit it's A BIT DAMAGED"

When she said the above line while glancing at her face which reflected on those broken pieces of mirror.... I swear I wanted to cry. Don't you see how poetic this was, while she seemed to be taking about the broken mirror we can clearly see that the one who is broken Is her some one once said

"But that's the irony, broken people, are not fragile....."

So while emonette is completely broken inside she never lets show on her face, no matter how sad, how broken, how miserable she is she keeps moving forward, you wonder why? Well, because it's MARINETTE for crying out loud.... no matter what universe it is our Mari puts on a brave face in front of other, she tends to hide her scars and crying silently not letting others know. Even in the original universe she would have broken much sooner if it was not for Alya finding out her identity. But as emonette said herself she doesn't have loving parents, a best friend and a supportive boyfriend, she was left all alone to suffer without anyone by her side

I still wonder what her wish really was though, knowing her it certainly not power. Could it be something else which she yearns for. Okay so hear me out do you remember what she said to Mari? She said:

"Do you think that it'd be any different from how it is now? Guess what, I don't have your nice little life. The world where I'm from there are no awesome girlfriends to inspire me everyday, no amazing bff, lovable, calm and gentle mom or a boyfriend who doesn't think I'm a total loser...."

These lines broke me though 😭...

So my theory is that in that universe Tom is dead and Sabine is abusive( I totally can't imagine that tho) that would explain why she behaved like that with Sabine and she works in her dad's bakery to keep his name.

Oh well I have a worse on........ Both Tom and Sabine are dead and she was adopted by someome who were very abusive(let's consider that after she graduated junior high she moved out of that school and is probably out of Chloe's grasp) they even intended to sell the bakery, the only belonging of her late parents she was left with. That was when she met supreme and he offered her that in exchange of killing her abusive guardian she will have to work with him. So maybe her wish could be returning to those happy times with her parents without Chloe or any suffering. Well I guess it was a bit far fetched but anywaaaays.... 😅

Okay let's analyse another scene..... The one where she was reading Mari's diary.

What's interesting about her in Mari's room was that she certainly recognised her room and we can see that she does live in the bakery after all. The reason why she acted that way was to save her identity getting exposed to Claw Noir(which I don't think she cares that much about) or she really wanted to find out if this version of her had a better and happier life than hers.while she pretended that she wanted to look for clues, she went through Mari's personal stuff life her computer, her diary and her other things not because she was looking for clues but because she wanted know what kind of life this MARINETTE had.

Look, she was crying while reading that diary. She wants this life.

Just look at her... Looking into the life of a version of herself she wishes she could be. A world where "THERE ARE AMAZING GIRLFRIENDS TO INSPIRE HER EVERYDAY, AN AMAZING BFF, LOVABLE AND CALM MOM AND A BOYFRIEND WHO DOESN'T THINK THAT SHE IS A TOTAL LOOSER".

You see.. behind that evil mask there is a broken girl who longs to be loved. she wants a shoulder to cry on, hands who would embrace her tight when she is crying. She may look like a total badass who doesn't need anyone but no! that's not the case at all.

Aaaand I think she does have someone like that in her life already, and that person is the one and only CLAW NOIR. ........Even if she refuses to acknowledge it.

So, while she was shutted down, abandoned, bullied and absused her whole life and had no one to helf her up, Claw Noir was there for her,even though he is a total dork who teases her all the time.

Well yeah he is hella rude and disrespects her A LOT, it may look like she may never fall for him normally, but lets consider emonette's circumstances...... As much as we know she doesn't have anyone to rely on, no friends and probably no family. She never had anyone to inspire her. In a life like this...... After she got her miraculous and met Claw Noir, she finally had a reason to live, a reason to fight and a person, she could work together with and trust just a little bit yeah not totally cuz well he does let her fall head on..

In Mari's room when she reads the diary and learns about Ladybug and Chat Noir's relationship, their friendship, their partnership. She does look like she wants that too. (Also this may not apply to everyone but sometimes two people who like each other tease each other a lot....... )

They may fight eachother and not consider each other as partners, but they do make an amazing team. They may not be partners but they've got eachother's back at time of need. Just how Shadybug needs Clawnoir's strength while fighting and how Clawnoir relies on Shadybug's plans.

Also this scene...... While you can say that he is acting this way because he now knows that she is Marinette, the girl he likes.., but we know he is Adrien afterall he may care about Shadybug deep down without realising it and with him now knowing who she really is has realised it.

Just look at him he looks sad when he sees her cry too. He may act like he doesn't care but he actually does. He is like "I am the only one who can hurt her, anyone else who dares to do that must pay....." .

And the scene where she opens up to Mari was just so emotional, I literally started crying. There was pain, sorrow and grief in her eyes. She was suffering and was jealous of Mari,'cuz she thought that she had everything for granted, she thought that she never knew what suffering was like. Her words were so sad. But after Mari made her feel that they really are alike and changed her for better I felt so happy......

And after that when she met (now improved) Claw Noir they felt like they were more to each other and I loved it..

All I want now is a ShadyClaw series.. we need to know what happened after that.... And before they landed in the multiverse.

Well aren't they the cutest.

I wish they become a couple in future.....

Oh well that was a long one.....

Well I had it in mind for quite a long time but couldn't write it because I have exams coming 😭. But wanted to finish it before I forgot it. So here I am. I hope y'all liked it though.

Okay let's end it with a quote:.

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”

I hope this becomes true for our beloved emoadrinette.

Bug out!🐞🐾

118 notes · View notes

crystalis · 4 months

Text

i wish i looked more fem.. i think itd help if i shaved my face but i like i like my facial hair.. i wish that wasnt an inherently masculine thing bc i dont really see it as masculine on myself

and i want new clothesss i wanna feel and look different. i want a boyfreind and affection and to be loved and cuddled and someome tjat will guide me and tell me im so handsome. and coddle me and carry me to bed and give me sweets. i lovs fantasizing about a big tall strong man carrying me around and flexing his muscles for me whenever i ask but i also love short emaciated twinks and dorky gamer guys and the idea of making them my boytoy or being their boytoy i dont fucking give a shi

20 notes · View notes

findafight · 11 months

Note

i like stonathan and fics where they're friends but i also feel like the cheating goes from bad to worse in those fics. like if they become friends after it's not quite so bad but then i do feel like there's more of an argument for jonathan having a moral/good friend obligation to tell steve what actually happened. but in fics where they're friends pre s2 it's honestly kind of evil of jonathan to do that then just let nancy lie and never say anything himself. i've seen both cases in fics and it always really bothers me.

ya like. i sort of see it as, if they're friends/interact friendly, maybe Jonathan thinks Nancy told Steve? It's not the best start to a relationship, and maybe they just don't talk about it really (they seem to avoid their issues together) So I see Jonathan, if they were friends, being super awkward about it and avoiding Steve(who wants to be around their girlfriend's ex that she cheated on with you?), but not realizing Nancy hadn't told Steve what happened. so that's how it slips out, if Jon talks to Steve after to apologize? and it causes more issues between the three of them and probably causes issues between Jonathan and Nancy too.

but if they are friends/friendly and Jonathan knows Nancy didn't confess.... gross and nasty and bad and on the verge of unforgivable for Steve. It's Nancy's responsibility but you're right there's some kind of obligation/morality in either encouraging her to tell Steve or doing it for her. Because if they were to try to form platonic relationships with Steve, the betrayal would be that much worse if he found out later.

Stonathan AND Stancy either romantic or platonic both require Steve to know what happened. Idk I think it'd fuck Steve up if he were to become Jon's friend post S2 only to find out later Nancy cheated with him. There's be a lot of confusing emotions and betrayal.

At this point in canon no one has told him and no one seems to feel at all guilty about it (because canon doesn't believe Steve was cheated on, even though getting together with someone less than two days after breaking up with your almost year long partner is still pretty hurtful). Nancy and Jonathan seemingly sometimes make fun of Steve behind his back (something I've only really done with friends exes who we don't see anymore, not someone who you still see pretty regularly. Nancy still at the very least sees around town but possibly more with him giving Dustin/max rides?) that scene with them at hop's cabin where Nancy says Steve has grown up doesn't seem like it's 'someome we both know does stuff that annoys us but it is kinda funny' complaining and more 'lets laugh about your stupid ex we don't like' (which is fine to do, just. Maybe I wouldn't do it about a guy who saved my and my sibling's lives separately at least twice that I'd see because he's still friends with my sibling's friends...) It's not like STEVE was the one that broke NANCY'S heart.

At this point I don't think the monster hunting trio will be able to have a good friendship, just because it would be too lopsided with Nancy and Jon not respecting Steve, Steve and Nancy having too much history, and Steve and Jon not liking each other.

#findaanswers #Anonymous #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things meta #finda's rambles #idk if i want to tag the ships #for my own organization #but. hm #stonathan stancy jancy #maybe that will allow me to find it on my blog but not in the main tags?

49 notes · View notes

faerunsbest · 18 hours

Text

So I did a little fic of Rolan venturing with the party to rescue Cal and Lia from moonrise.

I want to do the moster wife thing,

What you think for the opening?

Choices choices

Rolan lifted his face from the mud, unsurprised by the golden veil that passed its warmth over him. A wide beam of sunlight was dashed over him and there was tav.

Again.

Saving his ass…

Again and again and again.

This time however before he could yell They were on him, arms tight around him.

“ I know why you're upset, I'm sorry. I miss my family too. Let me help you get yours back.”

Rolan struggled against their hold on him, he huffed and felt his eyes burt, so he lashed out with violent words.

But tav didn't let go. They just held on and it reminded him so much of Cal when they didn't want to See the fighting anymore. It wasn't fair…why can they do this to him?!

When he calmed enough, cleared his throat and wiped his face. Tav looked at him patiently.

“What now?!”

Lae’zel looked over to him.

“Lead the way, we have been promised to assist in gathering your …”

She seemed to search for the words, only for karlach to throw an arm over her shoulder and give a big wide grin.

“Family, you're lookin for family. That's the word soldier.”

Laezel looked back Rolan with a firm nod,arms crossed over her chest.

“We shall assist you in collecting your family.”

Astarion stood nearby, twirling a dagger in one hand as he eyes rolan with interest.

“And what do we get for going out of our wat for helping him?”

Rolans shoulders stiffened, tav snorted and shoved Him by his shoulders.

“What do I get for helping you?”

“A fabulous archer.”

“I have lae'zel.”

“Someone to guard your back”

“I have laezel.”

“Someome pretty to look at in this mess.”

“I have lae'zel.”

Astarion gasped loudly as Laezel and karlach both laughed.

“so, Astarion if I only help people who can help me- you're shit outta luck ain't ya?”

The small crowd walked along, tav pulling a small health potion out from their pack to hand over to Rolan. Gale laughed from beside him.

“You're still a beautiful man, I assure you but it's not a fair comparison is it?”

What a strange bundle of bodies it was that Rolan found himself walking with to moonrise. They chatted and teased each other, laughed and even mid battle took jabs. Eventually they entered the place with a bizarre boldness, right through the front door. Rolan found that tav seemed to carry a sharp intense leer, letting people stumble over themselves to get them in.

So in they went. Stepping through puddles of blood, punting bones and things out of the way. Soon enough Rolan found himself with the others looking for a way down to the dungeons and somewhere in route they found themself in a lab. A lab with a woman who kept leering so luridly at astarion.

Rolan found himself watching as the vampire seemed to worry, leaning towards tav. The vampire needing to be defended…and he was. Rolan watched as tav laughed in the face of a great opportunity to keep that bratty vampire safe.

Soon the descended long stairs, Rolan looking over from the corner of his eye to see Astarion looking so terribly lost. Rolan couldn't help but ask out loud.

“Tav, why do you do this?”

“Do what?”

“All of it? It would have been wiser to abandon the grove, what did you gain? Nothing really… Mol told everyone that you slew harpies to save one child. I keep hearing about all the things you do, so why do you do it?”

They listened to tav hmm and think quietly a moment as they trotted down the stairs.

“Because I suppose…I'm selfish.”

Rolan jerked his head to the side to look at tav, lae'zel with that shameless smirk. Did she understand what tav meant? Astarion clearly didn't, his eyes darted all over before landing back on tav. Rolan asked again

“Maybe I don't understand the word as you do. Enlighten me if you please.”

Tav chuckled, the sound becoming ominous as it trickled down the stairs.

“ I begged for help, I prayed. I thought I would die, every day. No one answered, we were all begging for help looking to God's, looking to soldiers and armies and anyone else for help. I alway wished, anyone would help but no one ever did. You know what? I'm someone and I can help. So maybe, maybe if I help enough people they'll all realize they're someone too. And someone can help.”

What a strange and naive way of thinking he looked back to tav who caught his gaze.

“I do this because no one helped me, and I don't want anyone to feel like I did. I want to be the person I needed.”

Rolan found a lopsided smile on his face.

“You sound like my mother.”

“I bet shes lovely.”

“Indeed she was.”

Downstairs in the dungeons, Rolan looked around while tav talked circles around the guards. He glanced to the side and saw them, Cal and Lia pressed to bars of their cell. They stared at him in shock while he waited behind Tav and beside Astarion. He followed along deciding to trust them as they walked past the cell full of tieflings with a wink and headed straight for the gnomes.

Too long later Rolan was sitting in the damn boat with all others, Cal and Lia Leaned on his shoulders exhausted. He looked and found tav smiling at him, he couldn't help but smile back, a small lopsided exhausted smile.

“What are you staring at? Must you continue to meddle?”

He chuckled as he said it,

“I simply must!”

Gale looked out over the water, up ahead. Rolan and the others catching sight of a fork in the path. Gale frowned at it

"i do wonders if those old stories are true.”

“of what tales do you speak wizard?”

Laezel asked as she peered out.

“Tara told me that deep down, between hell and the dark there's a place a were midgods are banished.”

“midgod?”

“the ones that were born but were never human.”

“Why would they be banished?”

“I don't recall, but apparently that's where the temples are.”

Rolan felt Cal shift against him, absent mindedly reaching up to rub the side of Cal's head, letting him fall asleep again. As he did he spoke softly, not wanting to wake his siblings.

“It's the gods that stole immortality, drank it from blades of grass and split their tongues.”

Gale pointed at rolan with a bright smile.

“yes! That's what Tara said, she said there was some kind of battle and the servants stole some drink. They wound up punished by being locked away, something like that.”

“they were bound not banished.”

Laezel blinked, looking down to her boots then across the water.

“bound to what?”

A wave of water crashed against the side of the boat making it rock, Rolan felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. For a moment he locked eyes with Tav, Gale and laezel both looking down at the water.

Laezel was wearing heavy armor, karlach with her mechanical heart encased in heat, Astarion being a vampire was not able to swim. Gale was exhausted and out of spells, the others left only civilians.

Again the boat rocked. Tav and the others tensed. What a terrible place to be caught in, Rolans mind raced as a million scenarios played out. This time spiraling ribbons of waves shattered the waters smooth surface before something heavy slammed up against the boat.

The refugees gasped and yelled, clinging to each other as they pulled each other to boats center. Laezel whipped her blade across the edge of the boat when a webbed hand made its way over.

Cal and Lia looked around in horror as they seemed to be surrounded. Rolan grabbed his siblings by the collar and threw them forward, into the others. He let off a string of spells as he leapt out over the edge of the boat. He stood on the surface of the water, all those ribbons of ripples whipping around to him.

He ran off toward the nearest shore, throwing another spell over his shoulder.

“DOLOR!”

Thunderwave slammed across the water, a small tidal slamming against the boat sending it and all I souls careening down their path.

“ROLAN!!!!”

Cal shrieked, him and Lia almost jumping over to go with him. Karlach pulled them back, Gale watching as a single exhausted wizard quickly depleted energy he shouldn't have. He watched Rolan run across the water, stumbling when he hit the shore and ran for the other path. A myriad of Fishman burst from surface to rush after him, though before was out of sight rolan bellowed.

“I'LL MEET YOU AT THE GATE!”

Lae'zel looked on as he disappeared onto the dark, part of her wanted to consider him a loss. But she was getting used to being proven wrong.

Gale raised his staff, it's light casting sanctuary over the boat for the rest of the trip back the inn.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #tiefling #romance #art #artbyale #tav #fic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #au #monsterwife #monster #wife #monster wife

14 notes · View notes

bloobluebloo · 8 months

Note

Are Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, and Twilight Princess a trilogy?

Hmmm 🤔

I would consider it a trilogy in the case of the story of the Hero of Time. It’s his story of reconciling his sense of duty to the land and the people he cares about with the very human desire of wanting to feel acknowledged and remembered, perhaps loved even.

If you would allow me to wax poetic for a moment:

Link was raised in the forest, already accustomed to being treated as someone different, a freak, for being a boy without a fairy. When he finally recieves a fairy companion, the one thing he longed for so that he could finally feel like he belonged, fate is thrust upon him and he is forced to leave his home. He learns that he never truly belonged to the forest, that he had *always* been different and now must save this land ravaged by a man maddened by power. When he succeeds, he is sent back to the beginning. No one knows what he did and everything he suffered. As if to cement how strange and different and abnormal he is, his fairy companion leaves his side. And now, *now* he must condemn a man to die because of what he knows to come. Through all his heroics, he must end his tale in Hyrule by staining his hands with blood of a technically innocent man.

It makes you wonder if Link went chasing after his friend, for someone that could understand the burden he carries, the ghosts he sees in a country that would never experience what he experienced, and acknowledge that what he did was important, that he is important.

And then, he gets dropped into a strange land that is once again plagued by danger. Imagine when you see the people with the exact same faces, the ones you thought you had saved once again in danger? They stare at you as if they don’t know you? Did you ever save them? Is this some sort of fever dream? Is this a sign from the gods that you will be condemned to do this over and over again, that you can never *really* save them, that you will continuously be met with faces blank from recognition of what you have done for them?

No wonder Link’s spirit could not move on, having died remembered yet forgotten, whispers on the wind of his deeds as if he is a legend and not a man that is real flesh and blood and just wanting for someome to acknowledge that everything he did was real and did happen and that he really is a hero.

And finally, after years of wandering as a lost spirit, as the man he once condemned rises from the shadows, crying out to the heavens to force them to acknowledge him and his legitimacy, a young man comes to him, eager to learn from him because he sees him as a hero. And finally, Link is able to pass something down, real words exchanged and real skills learnt, that proves that he is that hero that is spoken of in legend, and now he has fulfilled his duty.

So trilogy for Link, Hero of Time. Pour one out for him fellas.

#bloothots

25 notes · View notes

soldier-poet-king · 1 month

Text

Someome tell me I'm being ridiculous worrying abt this POTENTIAL event which is more than a full calendar year away

Stressed myself out abt all the work stuff I was blogging abt earlier today

None of it is insurmountable but I DO worry about it because it's very much freedom of information core of the profession vs optics and playing nice with where we get money

I knew this was part of the job I think I'm more nervous actually faced with it, having not met with my boss yet to discuss it (and I KNOW he'll support me and will be willing to offer advice)

Partially just adjusting ig to the higher expectations and responsibility of this position. I asked for it. I'm not complaining. It's just new and I have 0 self confidence and am afraid of bothering my colleagues, even tho I know I have the foundational skills and adaptability to thrive here

Long term this is worrying beyond just this one project, because I /need/ everything about this position to work out well

I'm technically on a long term contract rn til fall 2025. Full time salaried with benefits, but technically a contract. That's how most ppl start off at my workplace.

There's no guarantee that it'll turn into another contract or smthn permanent. But it's not unheard of, even if it's via a transfer to another sub-department in the institution.

So I want everything to go well and all the fancy higher ups to like me so if a position DOES open up I can be the top contender for it

I want that not just for career wise. But also being paid and having money for rent reasons. My current place has a great union and decent contracts. I'm not loaded but I have enough to live decently and save long-term. I'd like to stay here if possible.

If a new position doesn't materialize at the end of this. I'm worried about housing? Given the lease cycles of 12 months, it'll be right in the middle of my next lease (assuming I rented the place I'm at now).

I'm petrified of having to move back in with my family. AGAIN.

It almost killed me once after grad school. I can't do it again. I'll be nearly 30 at that point. I can't do it.

Ive only been moved out for 5 days and I'm already just breathing easier, shoulders relaxing, I feel so much lighter.

But. All of this is like. A potential dependent on another potential dependent on another potential that is all more than a year away

And YET I can't calm down my brain is like you must sit here in AGONY and rethink these thoughts in circles until you solve it and come to a different conclusion than the only one available (I have to try my best and wait to see how things go. I can't do anything about it ATM)

But my brain refuses I am forced to sit here and rethink and rethink and rethink until I discover some secret solution that will magically ease my anxiety, if only I think it over just one more time..just one more time. Just one more time

Damn John green was right ocd thought patterns really are turtles all the way down

#the duality of fran #dont even get me started on my more regular ocd compilations #compulsions #this is like #.vacation. comparatively #wahhhhh

15 notes · View notes

mxlktxa · 1 year

Text

Old Days

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

___

❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

___

❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

___

❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

___

❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

#tlou #tlou part 2 #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x female reader #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #f!reader #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

63 notes · View notes

jae-air · 2 years

Text

nct 127 hyung line: how i think they comfort their s/o

taeil: taeil comforts in the quiet ways. he's always there to listen and to give a hug if you don't feel like talking. he won't judge and always gives sincere advice when you need it. just his presence is calming in a way. nothing is more comforting than knowing someome cares and is willing to listen to you.

johnny: johnny comforts with sincere words. when you come to him with struggles, he's always there to remind you of your worth. life seem too tough? johnny is there to tell you that you're so strong. work becomes too much? johnny is there to tell you you're the most talented person there is. he's just really good at it and always makes you feel validated :)

yuta: yuta comforts through touch. the moment you come to him with bad news, he engulfs you in a hug. cuddles while you tell him all about what's bothering you. he never fails to bring warmth and comfort with his touch. although it may seem like a small gesture, it never fails to help.

taeyong: taeyong comforts through small things. if he sees you're down he'll stop by the store and grab your favorite snack, a movie and a stuffed toy. he's willing to do anything to take any negative feelings off of you. taeyong would show you a cute thing he saw or a funny video another member showed him. just an overall cutie ^///^

doyoung: doyoung comforts through actions. he knows how hard it is and wants to take the load off you. he does the dishes, cooks for you, cleans the house, all while making sure you feel comforted. he knows what it feels like to have to deal with chores after a terrible day and doesn't wish that upon you at all. overall he's just a person who shows loves through action.

#nct #nct drabbles #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct reactions #nct 127 reactions #nct taeil #johnny nct #yuta nct #taeyong nct #doyoung nct

283 notes · View notes

violet-moonstone · 5 months

Note

Ok, so, I absolutely adore the way you write the HTTYD villains. So, thoughts on Krogan?

Thank you! I love writing villains. I really gives me the opportunity to explore darker ideas and impulses I'd never express in real life but that are so fun to do in writing.

Honestly I only remember Krogan vaguely because I watched RTTE a few years ago and whenever I do a rewatch I only get through the early seasons. I'm on another rewatch currently and I plan to actually finish this time. (Fingers crossed)

If I do write about Krogan, I'd love to write about the tension between him and Viggo (possibly with some sexual tension? We shall see). But I also think it would be really interesting to write about his relationship with Drago and how he's a mentor figure that he's desperate to please out of fear. I can imagine how conflicting Krogan's feelings about Drago must be, and relying so heavily on the approval of someome who doesn’t seem to care about him certainly explains why he's so callous.

I'm also planning to write a fic in which Drago comes back as a major villain, and I might write a little about his thoughts on Krogan—specifically if he regrets treating him so harshly, and if he had any positive feelings towards him at all. I kind of want to write about Drago as a sort of father figure to one or two other characters, and I think he might reflect on how he treated Krogan and want to try again differently.

#Httyd #Krogan #Drago #drago bludvist #httyd asks #answered asks #asks

11 notes · View notes

bluespring864 · 4 months

Text

I had kind of hoped upon waking up that I had somehow hallucinated a post I saw multiple times on my dash late last evening, because it contained one of the most bad faith takes I have ever seen on tennisblr, but it seems I didn't. Let me ask you the following (now that I have slept on it and am not replying as impulsively as i might have yesterday).

To the mutuals I've seen in the notes of that post: Do you really think when you see a player who rarely has beef with other players have some beef with someome about their attitude towards him and his team, that the only or even the main reason possible must be that that player is racist, of all things? I am not saying that such a reading is impossible, I am not saying that there is no racial bias there - this is of course a possibility. But is it the most likely/only option?

The two other players mentioned in that post (Carlos and Holger) are two people who have always been extremely respectful towards Novak, whereas Ben has done a little bit of mild trash talking during their match and (according to Novak) there was an incident towards his team before the match.

Now we don't know what exactly happened there, so it's difficult to judge without all the facts. To me personally it looks like Novak overreacted somewhat. The parts I have seen were the ones of Ben talking to his team during the match, and that certainly was different from how most other players talk about their opponent during a match, but in my opinion a public callout of that is a bit much.

It isn't surprising in the least though, seeing as the amount of times Novak talks about "respect" has basically become a meme at this point. This seems to be something he cares about a lot, and it seems he gets irritated quickly when someone doesn't share his views on what he deems respectful.

So as I said, while racial bias is a possibility, is it the most likely one in this case? Or could it be that people who dislike Novak anyway jumped on this possibility as the only way to interpret the situation and many of you shared this or liked this, implying that you agree with it?

I have to say, while bad faith takes on Novak never surprise me on tennisblr and I usually completely ignore them (how many times have I seen someone say during the last two weeks that he is faking his injury or that he uses his injury as an excuse, when this is a player who's very careful about not using injuries as an excuse for the way he played and has spoken about knowing exactly how citing an injury might come across), what surprised me a little bit in this case is just how many people jumped on it.

This is not meant as a callout towards the op of that post, whom I don't know and don't follow, or towards anyone who shared that post, it is just my reading of the situation which I talked about with a few mutuals before sharing it to make sure I wasn't completely off base. I am of course open to discussions (though very busy today, replies might take a while) and I'm not even mad at anyone who shared that post, I just wanted to get this off my chest.

(I have no illusions about this getting shared as widely as that other post was and it doesn’t need to be either. I only put this here because I care a little bit about the opinion of some long standing mutuals, who might read this post.)

Well. This got long. Peace and love on planet tennisblr, and (not to sound like a certain player) maybe some respect towards everyone as well ;-)

#tennis talk #tennisblr #as always i have opinions

8 notes · View notes

evilwickedme · 1 year

Note

Idk if you have been asked this before, but what ur ur opinions in spideypool? I love the ship, but I hate how utterly hard it is to get a good comic out of them it's so sad

I think the reason I haven't been asked this before is because nobody really thinks to ask someome who writes spideypool fic what they think about the ship, but that's actually a really good question!

I love spideypool. I've been a spideypool shipper for about as long as I've been into marvel comics, since Deadpool was one of the first comics I picked up way back when in 2015. At the time it was pretty much omnipresent in the fandom, and for good reason - Deadpool's crush on Spidey is and was literally canon, or at least as much canon as it can be when it's played for laughs, and there's a lot of charm to their interactions.

To me, the appeal lies in the way they affect each other. Deadpool's got this whole hero worship mixed with actual attraction thing going on on his end, and Spidey has this whole "this is the most annoying man on the planet and possibly in the multiverse but also he's like pretty funny and our fight styles blend well" thing going on on the other end. A high quality longfic for these two will go into issues of morality and find where either of them need to or choose to change for each other, for better or for worse, and can easily include a heavy bit of angst regarding Wade's chronic pain and mental health issues or Peter's anger issues and monetary problems. A high quality pwp for these two will be very funny. These are both things I find incredibly appealing in my ships.

Also, visually, they really do fit together. Afaik, Deadpool's outfit was designed mostly to parody Deathstroke, but there's some Spider-Man in there anyway, and they look all matchy-match.

So why is it so hard to write a good teamup comic for them? Um... I'm not so sure that it is? Like I think that Deadpool annual from 2013 or 2014 where he and Spidey end up switching costumes is so fun and shows some of Wade's tendencies to mix hero worship and attraction really well, and a lot of their other early interactions are short but memorable. I think the issues of Daniel Way's run of Deadpool where Wade and Peter team up are some of the only actually good issues in the whole run, because Daniel Way actually wrote some themes and ideas into there and then didn't drop the ball immediately! He dropped the ball later, but not immediately, which is rare for him.

The main Spider-Man/Deadpool teamup comic seems to have mixed reviews. I haven't read through the whole thing yet, but like, I think it's fine? It certainly isn't outright bad, and it has some fun moments. I think the main problem with it is that it was created for and aimed at people who were fans of the ship, and then didn't really look beyond surface level into why people like the ship. Like I said, spideypool is at its best when it struggles with issues of morality and has some give and take, where both sides learn from the other. The team up comic is more like... Deadpool is bad cause he kills, but he wants to prove to Spidey that he's a good person! And then he tries to prove that by killing Peter Parker, who he thinks is evil (the team up comic started in a weird time in spidey's continuity where he was running a fortune 500 company, it's a whole thing)!

It's a lot of hijinks and shenanigans that I don't mind in fic, but prefer in smaller doses and one off team up comics. If I'm reading an ongoing, I'm going to want it to like... Be about something. At some point. A static character for a mainstay title is fine, but for the most part I want these characters to do something together beyond coexist. I think the best moment in the volumes of Spider-Man/Deadpool that I did read is the one where Wade introduces Spidey to Ellie Camacho, his daughter, because it forced Peter to reevaluate how he sees Wade. But then the itsy bitsy storyline happens, and it's such a shallow understanding of what makes Peter a good hero and what makes Wade ... Uh, Wade, and I think it just makes for mediocre storytelling.

I don't know I guess the problem is when we only had the one offs, we had a taste of something great, but when we got it in longform we realized the first bite was great, but the whole thing was a little stale.

I could write it real good tho, in case you're wondering. Marvel don't lose hope you can still hire me marvel I know you're reading this mARVEL

#one day I'll power through and finish spider-man/deadpool but I'm busy with other things right now #like answering asks on tumblr #spideypool #dp #spiderman #marvel comics #marvel #gail speaks #ask #cowchickenbeefpork #ur url was so close to being kosher and then it wasn't

87 notes · View notes