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sorrinslays · 16 days

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Please elaborate on all your sampo headcanons, I'm very interested!!

Hello!!!!!!!!! So, elaborating on my headcannons about our favorite conman business man, here's an elaboration on some of them:

Has multiple hideouts all across Belobog, all well hidden

So I believe that most of his hideouts are in dangerous areas since it's less likely to be found out. Like mentioned I believe that he has one far out in the snow plains, but I have thoughts on other locations as well.

He definitely has one in Rivet Town. He probably found an abandoned apartment complex with a great view of the town yet still well hidden when looking out the window so he's not worried about his safety. It's on the third floor to avoid the fragmentum getting to him. He would have a phonograph in that apartment and it's probably the one where he spends his tinkering with his bombs or other trinkets that interest him plus fake relics and other junk he sells.

If I had to find a vibe to describe his Rivet Town apartment, I would say it's where you go for a cup of wine as a slow song is playing on the phonograph like 'Losing My Mind' by Missio, 'April Fool' by Dean Fujioka or 'Out of Control' by She Wants Revenge. It's also where you go when you have a stab wound or something and don't want to bother Natasha, just sit there in the warmly lit living room as you stich yourself, listening to the soft buzzing of the lightbulbs.

He has an apartment in the Administrative District for his persona Madam Poisson (the only one his pays taxes for to avoid suspicion). It's very clean, with only artificial 'homey' stuff so nobody questions it at first glance (like when Silvermane Guards pass through to inform of new policies or asking about suspects like that wig accident). In general, it's the one he spends less time in, only to clean it up so it isn't dusty, to crash after a tiring trip/business venture, or where he invites people as Poisson.

Overall it's the most impersonal hideout, one that is only a front. He doesn't have anything incriminating there, not even wigs. It's the one he feels the least safe in which is why, if he can, he avoids it.

His other hideouts are pretty one note, just the food he needs, a bed, hygiene necessities and stuff like that scattered all over Belobog. He mostly uses them to hide from the Silvermane guards, make merchandise, ponder schemes and stuff like that.

2. He has a white pet snake called Apollo and it always is somewhere on his body

The snake itself is not from Belobog, it's from a planet he visited before coming to Jarillo VI. Actually, I headcannon that there are no snakes in Jarillo VI. I believe a lot of animals went extinct during the eternal freeze, so Belobogians haven't seen a lot of animals, like snakes, birds, bunnies, cats, dogs, etc. And that's why Gepard froze when he heard a hiss from Sampo's breast pocket. It's quite literally the first time he has heard that sound.

The reason Apollo is always on Sampo's person is because Sampo acts like a heat source for it so it doesn't freeze.

3. He's technically not human, he was created by Aha because THEY wanted to see what would happen if a person just spawned in a random planet

I like the idea of Sampo being a creation of Elation and not being a fan of that. The way he was 'born' was by Aha trying to replicate a human and shove a bunch of unused, unfinished scripts, confetti and music. Then, THEY gave Sampo the ability shapeshift and other shit like that and just left him on a random planet out of curiosity.

I imagine that he wasn't an Emanator at first, he was just a creation of an Aeon. There's a bit of my own thoughts on his backstory, something big happens and boom!, he understands the true meaning of Elation yet with his own twist to it and becomes and Emanator.

4. Has interacted with Robin once in a random planet

I like the idea that Sampo, for all his flashiness, likes to stay away from drama or the spotlight. And when he sees Robin try and do the same he helps her get away from the paparazzi and they spend some time on a random rooftop, talking about their beliefs and ideologies. He never tells her his name and she doesn't ask. They just talk and then part ways.

#OAUIFGVAPWRYVGPWGVLGHBSODEIFBGR #lowkey didn't except someone to actually ask #thank you annon!#if there's anymore questions or is interested in more headcannons feel free to ask #I actually love yapping about my little princess <3 #sampo koski #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr sampo

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evilcokito · 1 year

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For the color pallette challenge: Riddle in Strawberry milkshake????

This is a love story...

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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS X This Lovers X STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE

Color Palette Challenge from THIS POST! -> Any twst character is allowed

#THANK YOU ANNON!#SORRY IF IT WAS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #twst #twisted wonderlad #Another rule was added to the book: on non-birthday days #don't invite hedgehogs.#♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥#cocoart

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keter-class-anomaly · 1 year

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ANYWAYS HAVE SOME COOKIES

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YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND MORE

i can't eat that many!! what did you rob some girl scouts? jeez thanks for the cookies! if you want one, too bad. they're mine now.

#thank you annon!#and you also deserve all the love and more #:]#keter class asks #keter class complements

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cantteachanoldguardnewquotes · 2 years

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1. The cute quick check in they do

2. Flirting at the kitchen table

3. The relief that they're both ok

4. Cozy cuddles

5. The endless love and adoration in their eyes

6. Kings of nonverbal reassurance

7. True loves kiss

8. The way they can make each other laugh under any circumstances

Favorite soft Nicky and Joe moments in no particular order requested by anon 💕

#The Old Guard #lovely ask #annon idk if this is what you had in mind if you want only the gifs please just ask I wasnt sure #and I'm happy to make another set with only the gifs and not my commentary #thank you again!#Joe #Nicky #immortal husbands #Twi gifs sometimes

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thelien-art · 6 months

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December; the 7th

Faramir

I am lowkey in love with him. Platonic. BUT I WOULD MARRY HIM IF EOWYN WAS OUT OF THE PICTURE! I love him so much.

#tolkien #jrr tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #faramir #christmas calendar #christmas art calendar #tolkien art christmas calendar #tolkien art #lotr art #digital art #my art #also he can be trans as a treat #thank you to that annon from pride month #trans faramir means a lot to me

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fangirls-other-art · 2 months

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Hm... maybe somebody of girls' classmates? Mike Mitch or Robin?

@inkadink17 @demonangelgirl134

I may have overdid it with Snake lol

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yuri-is-online · 7 months

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Hi Yuri! I hope you are doing well<333 I really enjoy reading your writing and I am always more fond of reading the little octatrio fish gang! I dont really know how this usually works because I never send in any asks at all nor do I see your rules list or anything but if you dont mind I would like to make a request<3

A mc who finds an out of tune and old piano and fondly remembers that they used to play piano back in their world. And perhaps Azul hears in on this and despite the piano being old and out of tune, it is rather beautiful how you play it because of how imperfect the notes are being played out. (SORRY I WAS LISTENING TO FALLEN DOWN AND THE FEELINGS WERE JUST SURGING AND THE BRAINROT WAS TOO MUCH)

You dont have to force yourself or anything! Please take care and dont feel too pressured! <3

The Most Romantic of All Arts (Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu)

Hello dear friend and I am doing quite well thank you! I'm pleased you like my writing; the octotrio is what finally cracked my resolve to check out Twisted Wonderland and put FGO on the back burner so I suppose I shouldn't beat myself up too much for writing about them so much. I am sorry I caused you stress with my lack of rules, I don't usually send requests or asks myself, so I felt really bad to have frightened you. Not too sure if this will end up being what you had in mind, it got away from me a bit.

Also when you say Fallen Down, you do mean the Undertale soundtrack piece right? It's a soothing song I listened to it while I was plotting this to try and get into a similar headspace.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, header taken from the painting Spirit by George Roux (1885) which I found on this wordpres blog article I took the title from, it's a neat painting, Azul learning to find beauty and love in imperfections is important to me ok? Other works can be found on my masterlist here.

Sometimes you wonder if Ramshakle is sentient. The old building has more rooms than you know what to do with, and lovely as the ghosts are they don't fully remember what they were used for, if they remembered in the first place. But still there was something about those rooms that seemed to love you; he guest room almost built itself up around you, the kitchen had only needed some basic repairs before it was ready to help play host again, and no matter where a fire place was found it was always eager to burst to life and warm you and Grim.

It does not have the same love for Azul, he'd complained as much when you talked about just what it was he wanted with the building after the events of his overblot had cooled between you.

"It's got a graveyard in front of it, though?" That really had been the crux of your whole argument. It was hard to be annoyed with his laugh when it sounded so nice, the genuine amusement a refreshing difference to his previous performitive indifference.

"Yes," he muses, sipping at his real before he continues, "I'm not bothered by that much, ghosts and grave ships aren't uncommon sights under the sea, but I always forget how unusual humans think they are."

"There's a lot of superstitions about places where people are buried." You mean it as an explanation, but it brings an odd look to Azul's face, like there's an emotion bubbling beneath his surface he doesn't want to acknowledge but is too strong to suppress. It settles over you both, as you try to focus on drinking your tea while your host seems content to let his grow cold.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing that ruin isn't really sentient." He sounds almost bitter, disappointed in how long he has let his drink cool you decide as he reaches for the pot and warms it with some fresh tea. "Otherwise, I'd accuse it of trying to keep you."

It's a silly thought, but the sight of this latest discovery really does have you wondering. You are supposed to be in that wonderfully accommodating kitchen making snacks for when Azul decides to "coincidentally drop by" later this evening to "go over the Lounge's expenses" in your guest room. On a Tuesday. When it was almost guaranteed business would be slow enough to keep anyone from wondering too hard about where he'd gone or the twins from being too upset about running things. But instead of "just wanting to try" a new recipe, you are here, tucked in a room just a bit further down the hall from the guest room watching Grim give his best impression of Ace after completing a magic trick. Because stars know he has never seen any other magicians.

"TA-DA!" He puts both of his paws out to really sell the piano at the window. "See, I told you I had a great surprise!"

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You say and try not to laugh with just how much more proud that seems to make him. "But where did you find this? Or how I guess, unless you moved it?"

"Nah." He shakes his head before remembering he's supposed to be the "great" Grim. "I mean I could have! But I'm just so cool I managed to find a piano here already, so all I had to do was clean it up instead! You're welcome henchuman." You scratch just behind his ears and politely ignore his purrs as you examine the piano and its bench. They're old, likely just as ancient as everything else in the dormitory and likely extremely, achingly out of tune. But the mere sight of it makes your fingers itch, and Grim barely has to whine "Well ain't you gonna play somethin'?" Before you're at the bench, experimentally pressing the keys to try and sound out something.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-

You hum it rather than sing, irrationally worried Grim will somehow figure out it's a lullaby and complain that you're babying him instead of cutely dancing along with the music like it's one of the cassettes Deuce let you borrow. He cheers for another, and you oblige, letting your muscle memory carry you as far as it can as you try searching your brain for just what it was you wanted most to hear from yourself after all this time being unable to play.

And missing the click of a heavy door down the hall in the effort.

Azul hears nothing at first, and though it does disappoint, it does not bother him. He's had a long day, one about to be made longer still by the grey zone already draping itself around his thoughts as he shrugs his blazer off to his shoulders while en route to the Ramshackle guest room. He pauses, for what he tells himself is only going to be second, at the kitchen door and is left unrewarded for his detour.

You aren't there: and that does bother him somewhat, even if it should not if his pretext is to be believed. These visits were too commonplace to be random, but maybe you'd made plans, deciding not to look past his excuses for the evening. Maybe you were asleep, tired of the day or just plain tired of him. But there is a kettle sat on it's base, mercifully not on just yet, but two mugs and the pour over cone set next to as if it was expecting company. The nerves remain knotted in his stomach, though the cause shifts towards something more welcome.

So you do have a mug purposefully set aside and designated just for him, and is that a little recpie card with notes on coffee taped to that tin? These things should worry him, the picture he snaps and immediately hides in a folder should be for a purpose. But it's separate from those ones, labeled something inane and barely full with how careful he is to have his longing remain unseen. He wonders, briefly if it would be an intrusion to make the drinks himself. If it would reveal to much to show outright he knows the way you take yours instead of just saying it in time with your order, but knows that would not be the exact issue here. He is a guest, and guests limit themselves to the halls and that room he forces himself, with haste that would be noticeable if you were there to see it, back down the hall and back towards the guest room. Azul has work to do, he can content himself with the warmth the mental image the cups on the counter produces until something forces him to pause at a door once more. The piano is old, droning out a tune that is unpolished and rusty from the player's lack of practice but filled with such a specific sort of joy it has him actually running towards it.

You sit at the bench, a serious look of determination on your face so unlike the usual Yuu it can't help but be cute. Grim sleeps contentedly on your lap as you continue searching for the threads of melody still trapped inside your head from years of only occasionally reluctant practice. It's an unfamiliar tune in composition, but not in feel. There's words to this song, maybe not in the form of lyrics, but there all the same for him to stumble even closer to as he comes to a halting stop just behind you and the music ends in a surprised crash as you whip your head around to see him.

"Azul!"

"Very sorry to interrupt." He holds up both hands in surrender, composure only just maintained as you check to see Grim still asleep and laugh nervously. "I didn't know you could play."

"Can't really." You say somewhat bitterly and more confidence comes to Azul as a slight plan froms in his mind. "I'm really out of practice ugh. I know it shouldn't annoy me! But with how everything's been since I showed up, it's just not been on my mi- Oh hello?"

Azul fully removes his jacket and sets it on a side table close to where he had been satanding, moving to sit on the bench next to you. He has enough mercy not to loosen his tie or do anything else scandalous, but the close examination he gives to the keys could have fooled you. "Pity it's so out of tune, this is a nice piano."

"I know right! I'm really happy Grim found it." You resist the urge to poke his cheeks some and Azul lightly, trying not to too openly relish in your surprise reaches one arm around your back to place his hands into a similar position as you had been earlier, tucking you close to his side.

"May I?" He's smug. Too smug it's robbing you of sanity.

"What's it going to cost?" You try too hard not to sound like you're flailing as you look to see your question hasn't even phased him at all.

"Oh normally I wouldn't dream of charging for a performance," he clearly lies "but it's been such a long day I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee." And he's off, music only marred by the off key of the piano in a clearly purposeful display of talent meant to sear itself into your mind enough that you don't think about his request too long. You and he are from two different worlds, but he knows that music has a way of gapping that if the stories of the mermaid princess told him anything at all. So when he purposefully slows the song at its end, he knows you know, that tricky smile he swore once he'd always hate kicking his heartbeat up again as you lean fully against his shoulder.

"Beautiful." You say, not bothering to give the compliment direction as he can't help but agree. "We should play together next time."

"I-" You pick yourself up and what he wants to say slows when you pick up his jacket for him and hold out a hand. Later, he all to easily decides. Later, without Grim and with specific time set purposefully aside so you know just how much it matters. "I would like that. You'll have to show me the songs that you can remember from your world." And he takes your hand just to soothe some of the ache, trying and failing not to show just how happy he is when you keep it.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #<3 asks #i really love old paintings and actually ended up making this one my phone bg #so thank you v much for sending me this request annon idk if i would have found it otherwise

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blu3haw4 · 17 days

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When I'm drunk, I get the munchies so how about "what do you want to eat? Bend over"

Oh anon thank you! That was so quick sorry im so slow. I wrote the beginning of this the same night, a bit yesterday while hang over, and just now finished it 😬

I must admit i had to think it throught (let's say translations weren't working in my brain) but here it goes. This is maybe a part of my stripper/CEO wip:

It has been a long day. For the both of them, in very different ways for each, but oh so endlessly long.

There was only one thing in Lexa's mind when she walked into her girlfriend's apartment. -A place so much smaller than her penthouse, but so much more comfortable. A place that felt much more like home than the place she called that for years. - Clarke was in the kitchen wearing only an oversized t-shirt while picking items here and there, moving around the kitchen, deciding then and there what to do.

Lexa had a key, she's had it for over four month now and she loved to use it. She loved the feeling of coming home to her girlfriend. Specially when said girlfriend insist on trying to 'help out' on stressful days full of meeting and sending thousands of provakative pictures, just to then pretend as though those hadn't been sent. Continuing on their previous conversation like nothing happened.

Lexa's underwear has been ruined since noon.

It was currently 9pm.

"Hey baby! Welcome home!"

There was a 'how was your day' hidden in there, but Lexa could sense Clarke bitting her lip. She knew what she had done.

Lexa didn't respond, she just walked into the living room, methodically putting away her suitcase and different bags of folders she brought from work. She took long enough for Clarke to walk out of the kitchen looking for her.

"Long day, beautiful?" Clarke asked Lexa, moving her hands up to her shoulder and turning her around for a greeting kiss.

Those hands moved further back to play with the baby hairs in the back of Lexa's neck as Clarke pulled them closer in the kiss.

Lexa didn't resist. How could she?

Lexa chased -she always did- and pulled at Clarke's hips to drag her closer even if she hadn't moved.

Her hands found their usual spot holding Clarke's hips and she let herself get lost in the kiss. If there was any doubt of whether her intentions for the night were a shared thought, they got erased when a skilled tongue expertly licked its way into her mouth, colliding and dancing with her own for only a second before Clarke retrieved entirely from the kiss.

"What do you want to eat?" Clarke asked inocent, and Lexa actually wondered if the questions was genuine or flirty.

She didn't really care either way. There was still only one thing in her mind. Only one right answer.

So looking down, Lexa grabbed the edge of Clarke's oversized t-shirt and pulled slightly up, just to check that there was no other barrier she had to take care of.

She licked her lips at the sight and with a breathy exhale she looked up again.

"Bend over"

She ordered, looking at Clarke's deep blue eyes and watched them get swallowed by her dilating pupils.

There was a second of shared breath, no hesitation, only pure anticipation. They moved together, turning in sync while Clarke turned on her own too. Lexa's hand were still over Clarke's hips when she leaned over the side of the couch followed by Lexa's chasing lips.

With her elbows firmly on the cushion and Lexa leaning over her back, kissing her shoulder while pulling her shirt up for a better view, Clarke pushed herself back into her girlfriend's body.

Making her way down through Clarke's back with her lips, Lexa thought of a million things she could say, prize Clarke for her obedience and slide into a little role play, scowl at her about the hundreds of nudes she sent Lexa just that day, profess her love for Clarke and verbally worship her. In the end, she knew her lips would do better not talking.

Once she was kneeled down behind Clarke, worship her ass was a must; she kissed and caressed lovingly and then bit and nibble softly, and then not so softly, teasing, testing how far Clarke would let her go. It was a particularly hard, open-mouthed bite that did it.

"Lex" was let out surprisingly calm and collected from above "no marks" All Lexa did was kiss it better, before moving on to her main objective.

♾️

Hour later laying in bed, laying her head on Clarke's chest Lexa looked down at her heavily marked thighs. There were bruises all from the top of her thigh down and around the inner side. She wasn't so sure but she could see one on her calf too.

"We should go on vacation again" Lexa mused, snuggling into Clarke's neck "Somewhere far, far away. For much longer than last time... y'know, so we give time for your hickeys to fade"

An amused exhale was Clarke's answer.

"I'm serious. We could go to Europe... spend a month or something"

"Bell would fire me if I'm gone for that long"

"That'd be a very unwise business decision. He'd lose 30% of his clientele"

"You really just took my word for it?"

"And Raven's. And Octavia's too, she knows about business. I also witnessed it"

Silence spread after Clarke simply hummed. After a couple minutes, the blonde tasked "You ruin all my plans!"

Offended, slightly amused and a little shocked, Lexa lifted her head to gap at Clarke "I was gonna make you an amazing dinner! And you distracted me"

"I distracted you? You asked me what i wanted to eat! Anything that happened after i was done was purely your doing" Lexa deflected, laying her head down again.

"Uhm, sorry? Was i supposed to... what? Just walk back into the kitchen while you literally started undressing in front of me?"

"I was merely getting comfortable" Lexa shrugged with a smirk clear in her tone. Before Clarke could complain, she lifted her head again "Besides, none of this would've happened if you hadn't sent a million pictures while i was working"

Clarke gasped this time, as Lexa relaxed once more "you ungrateful brat! People pay to see what you complain of having access to"

"Nono, i ain't complaining, I'm merely stating arguments to declare my innocence against your accusations"

Clarke laughed out loud and pulled Lexa up for a kiss "i was gonna make you spaghetti with tomato sauce" she grumbled after.

"We can order it" Lexa whispered, still high from the kiss. Clarke laughed again.

"God! Do you do anything by yourself? No wonder your kitchen is spotless, when was the last time you cooked something?"

"My kitchen is spotless because I have a cleaning team going in twice a week. My room and office i do all by myself, for the record"

Leaning into another kiss Clarke chuckled "no wonder they're so dusty"

Lexa gasped into the kiss, Clarke holding her close "your house is dusty" she grumbled, making Clarke laugh again.

"It is not! I just don't have a cleaning team coming in twice a week"

The couple laughed, freely and lovingly as they continued kissing. Enveloped in the sent of their love making and the sound of their shared happiness, Lexa thanked every and any divinity for the chance to have it with Clarke.

"I love you"

"I love you too, baby"

"So about our trip to Europe-"

"Lexa!"

#anon #prompt game #writting prompt #clexa #sort of sneak peak #i think?#im the wort annon im so sorry #but i had lots of fun thank you!#i love this type of things

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ferniliciousness · 6 months

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Accidentally called Castis Vakarian Shepard's Stepdad instead of father in law and it's led to me and my boyfriend having horrible headcanons

Post-Destroy ending it turns out Spacer Shepard and Garrus both were too nervous to tell their parents about their partner. Invite them over because they're getting married now and settling down. Hannah Shepard shows up with her new fiance she met during the reaper war, Castis, and it becomes a source of humorous angst for everyone

I....I..... 🤣 Why do I kinda like it lol. Certainly is an interesting way of coming to that conclusion but I can just imagine the drama at the dinner table lmao this would genuinely make for a hilarious fanfic. Make it like a Hallmark movie 😂

#mass effect #shakarian #garrus #femshep #annon this is certainly #interesting #ummm #thank you for this #i needed a laugh today #someone pls make this

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yuraimi-lee-bunny · 4 months

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What, to you, is the stupidest anti-rc argument.

Uffff.... … I have several points, and the last one I will mention is the best known but where I want to give details of why it doesn't make sense.

It's a boring ship

I don't know why many say that as an argument, when that isn't an argument, it's an opinion. And it's okay if you find the ship boring (as I think Caru+++ is SUPER boring, but I'm not saying that as an argument, and much less I'm going to say it to anyone who likes that ship because it's basically disrespect)

Tastes aren't arguments, they're opinions, and everyone has their own taste and if it isn't harming anyone, then there is no problem.

2.- It's a straight ship

……….Again, it's an opinion… and a very strange and illogical one. I don't want to get too into that because everyone has their headcanons (and in my case it makes me laugh because I have the headcanon that Carmen and Gray are bisexules, so in my case "straight ship where?")

Whether it's an LGBT or straight ship, it doesn't take away from how beautiful it can be (and again, if it doesn't hurt anyone, then what's the problem?)

3.- Age difference

Ok, the truth is I don't see any sense in this, because to begin with it is almost canon that Carmen was born in 99. According to the creator, he mentioned that VILE students enter the academy at the age of 20. Doing the math, Carmen was 18 years old when she met Gray and she was 20 (approximately). That's two years difference, it's not much. Also, I think, the vast majority of shipers, we started to love Red Crackle when they were both older (20 and 22).

(And sorry for mentioning this, seriously, sorry, but Julia must be at least 4 years older than Carmen, and I don't see ANYONE saying this argument to be "against" Caru***… so sorry, just please, don't be hypocrites)

4.- Gray left Carme brainwashed for 6 months.

Ok, I would love to give a lot of details about why this seems very unfair to me, but I can't because I would be giving more details about Gray's character analysis and I don't want to make this post long, so I'll get to the point:

Let's remember that Gray returned to VILE, and was basically on probation. The Faculty knows how close Gray is to Carmen. They trusted Gray above all to not let Carmen regain her true self. It's true that Gray was okay with this (until the fair scene) but understand something: Gray was between a rock and a hard place. Yes, wanting Carmen to return, but on the other hand having the eyes of the Faculty on him. He did something 6 months later because he no longer had Carmen in his sight, he could no longer take care of her, she was already in the complete hands of the Faculty, and worse still, hearing what she would do to Shadowsan, that's when he took the risk.

Gray in itself didn't really want to return to VILE (in my analysis I later show the evidence), being on probation, then taking care of Carmen, both being on the radar of the Faculty so that everything was fine… don't believe that Gray was afraid for his life?

Because let me remind you something: NO ONE leaves VILE.

Thus, I consider it a little empathetic that they don't understand why Gray didn't act quickly to make Carmen return to normal (I even bet you that if he had seen the red team at some point, he would do something to make her return. Although that is a 50/50 of probability) But again: Gray didn't do that to manipulate Carmen, he did it because he had no other choice.

Finally, the best known, the one that we have all known for 5 years and continue to use incorrectly:

5.- They treated each other like brothers/That ship is inc+++.

.... oh my....

I just can't take this argument seriously… It's so ridiculous. Look, they're not even blood brothers to begin with. They looked like brothers in their VILE academy years. Carmen only ONCE said that she saw Gray as a brother, and then said "But this time, it may be the start of something more." From season two onwards, she stopped saying that Gray was a brother to her.

Now, I understand the point that when two people have spent years treating and being educated as siblings, it basically counts as an insanity if they fall in love within the story or if the fandom makes the ship (a good example: Luther and Allison from The Umbrella Academy)

But Gray and Carmen were NEVER raised to see each other as siblings, and it was only for one year, and then everyone went their own way. Obviously that idea of "seeing each other as brothers" could change, especially with EVERYTHING that Gray and Carmen experienced.

So sorry, but that ince*** thing is one of the most illogical arguments to be against Red Crackle.

And look, to finish: If someone doesn't like Red Crackle, that's okay, that's normal. But don't use "arguments" to denigrate the ship, when in addition to being invalid, the ship itself isn't harming anyone, and above all: why do you want to say this just to make someone feel bad because like Red Crackle?

Anyway, these are just my observations, thanks for your ask. If anyone knows another argument that is used against Red Crackle, you can write it, I only know these 5 hahaha.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #graham calloway #graham crackle #red crakle #ask #annonymus ask #annonymous #Thanks for you ask annon!#and sorry for the long post 8'''D

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thewenglishwarlock · 5 months

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games workshop announces year of the rat rats enter 40K skaven arrive take over the elder no more eldar or dark elfar it is rat time now yes yes rat time

Who needs GW to kill off space elves and announce year of the rat?! It's always rat-time anonymous friendo!

Very skaven energy in cobbling together your space-rat-friends from other kits, bits and bobs, melting, patching, and making bad decisions which will blow up in your face almost immediately! (Or atleast that's how I build them XD )

#thank you for the ask #that was a fun ask thank you annon #i hope this is okay!#warhammer #skaven #the warlock answers

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laviejaguardia · 11 months

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I am curious about the fic starting "the bar is not as crowded as Joe expected it to be...", can you tell more about it?

Hi nonnie!! Thank you for the ask 🥰

So this one is a JoeNicky fic inspired by Got Me Good by DNCE bc "But you left with the sun / On some kind of mission / I gave you a meal / You left me with dishes" just really stuck me lol

The concept is a canon divergence spanning quite a few years where Joe and Nicky failed to stick together after their first death. Nicky met Andy and Quỳnh but Joe kept on wandering alone. Joe and Nicky (re)meet in 1970s Malta and sleep together, it's an instant connection but Nicky gets called away the next morning (hence the song). The rest of the gang is actually searching for Joe but have no way to locate him and have little to no idea who and what he looks like.

(I'm still trying to figure out how Booker met him, and if I want Nile's arrival to be what brings Joe into the fold or if it happens before, if the betrayal happens, how evident do I wanna make it that they're all immortal, if there's an overall bigger plot, how the truth is revealed, if I want them to have met before on a few occasions, and a whole lot other stuff 😅)

Here's an expert if you wanna check it out!

The bar is a hole in the wall as these are likely to be. There are posters against imperialism, communism and capitalism, explicit scenes and sexual safety tips. He’s been here before a couple times and the staff no longer regards him with distrust. There’s the bartender with half a shave. A tall woman chatting with a friend, the fairy lights on the ceiling that make Joe feel a little silly. The unfamiliar music on the speakers and the low hum of chatter. The crowd varies little on such a small island but Carnival is approaching so the tourists are starting to come in and new faces are finding their way into the chairs.

Joe takes a sip of his drink and breathes in deep, lets it out in a gust.

“Tough week?” a voice asks him from the side.

Joe turns on reflex and finds a man leaning against the bar next to him. The bartender slides him a drink just then and he pays generously with cash. Joe admires his timing, after he admires his roman nose, long hair, mediterranean sea eyes and wide shoulders under his leather jacket.

The man lets him look and looks right back.

Joe’s mind finally descends from its limbo in sync with his eyes sweeping down the line of the man’s body.

“It’s still Thursday,” he relays his latest finding.

The man cocks his head to the side and takes a sip of his drink.

“Is it? I was convinced it was already Friday.” He doesn’t look very disappointed at the news.

“So did I but alas.” He waves his drink, the orange liquid swirling inside it. “Explains why this place is so deserted.”

The man quirks his lips into a small smile, like he’s about to impart a secret or a private joke. He leans forward and Joe imitates him, hooked and reeled in by an arrow from his cupid bow lips.

“I think this place has just the right people.” And there go his eyes again sweeping down Joe’s body, which is starting to remember why it’s here.

There’s no better way to come down from an artistic haze than to get laid thoroughly in Joe’s book. There are certainly easier ways, gentler ones, slower ones, but they’re not as... enjoyable.

So, if anyone wants to lend me their ear for brainstorming and feedback on this one 👀 wouldn't mind it one bit 😊

#i think what im gonna end up doing is smashing like 4 different concepts for fics and 27 hc i have together #and see how that works out #I'm attached to it by now lol #thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble!!#asks #annon #my writing #the old guard #kaysanova #joenicky #tog fic #tog

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