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ghouljams · 10 months

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Ok so jealous König is my current obsession rn 😭 I’m so sorry for the bad english 😭😭 Bee and Cowboy!Konig going shopping for groceries and the cashier keeps flirting with her, which she doesn’t even realize and keeps talking thinking she’s just being polite

No need to apologize!!! I have a couple cowboy!König being feral asks that I'm going to work through, but this one was too good to pass up!

König can feel his teeth leaving indents in each other, his jaw clenched so tightly he thinks he might break it.

"That's funny I have a friend living in the city, maybe you know her," the cashier flirts, leaning against the register. Your groceries are already sitting bagged in your cart, this interaction should be over.

"Oh yeah because we all know each other in the city," you joke back, holding your card, waiting for the reader to pop up with your total. König knows full well that this little... boy is holding it hostage, dragging out the conversation past what's polite.

"Don't all the pretty girls have a group chat?" You laugh at his resulting smile. König's nails dig neat crescents into the palms of his balled fists.

"Stop," you bat away the compliment, "I don't think we could all fit in one chat."

He's not jealous. Not of some stupid barely twenty asshole. Not when you don't even know he's flirting. And yet...

And yet he's angry, upset, fuck. Jealous is not the right word. Possessive. That's a better fit for it. König stares down the cashier, glares under the shadow of his hat. His hand uncurling from its clenched fury to press against the small of your back, pull your attention back to your task.

You look up at him with big shining eyes, his perfect, pretty, treasure. All smiles because of a petty compliment from this nothing man. He eases up on his glare, smiling down at you with all the warmth you conjure in him.

"Is there a problem with your card Schatz?" He asks innocently. You drop your gaze to the card reader, tapping the screen with your finger.

"Did my card not go through?" You ask the cashier, König returns to his glowering as the stupid boy looks up at him. Apparently just noticing the giant shadowing you. He pales, straightening from where he'd leaned over the register, and quickly punches a few buttons to pull up your total on the machine.

"Uh, no," his voice cracks, he clears his throat, "No, I must've forgotten to finish the sale. You should be good now Mrs- uh-" he glances up at König again.

"No problem," You tap your card against the machine. Singular focus keeping you from questioning the end of the cashier's rush. At least he's smart enough to know who you belong to, not that it makes up for the way he spoke to you.

"Do you need any help to your-"

"She'll be fine," König cuts him off with a growl. The cashier nods quick enough to give himself whiplash.

"Of course Sir."

"All good to go!" You chirp, oblivious to the aggression pouring off of König. He fixes a smile for you when you turn back to him. "Ready?"

"Of course, hummelchen, lead the way." König nods, you grab the handle of your cart and push it towards the exit with a friendly wave at the cashier. He doesn't wave back.

When you get your groceries loaded in your car König stays hovering nearby, eyes fixed on the store. You frown and touch his arm to get his attention.

"You good?" You ask, his eyes snapping to you as soon as you speak.

"Of course," he reaches past you to close the trunk, "just thinking."

#me listening to jenny was a friend of mine and thinking about making an unhinged cowboy!König playlist #ive written so much today #gotta pace myself better but im rejuvinated from vacation and cant help myself #König is weighing whether or not he should commit a fucking murder #he probably wont #i'll have him kill someone else i have a good ask for ot #könig modern warfare #cowboy!könig #könig x you #könig x reader #x reader #oc: Bee #i love writing könig's pov the man is insane

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retellingthehobbit · 10 months

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The Hobbit AU where Thorin survives BUT he has to deal with the same thing Bilbo did after surviving the journey. Thorin walks back into the Lonely Mountain only to find that he has been Presumed Dead, most of his things have already been sold, the Arkenstone has been auctioned off to the highest bidder, Dain is measuring his rooms as he plans to move in, Thranduil (the Sacksville-Baggins of the elves) has stolen all of his spoons and adamantly refuses to admit he is alive no matter what proofs he's given, and so on and so on

#lotr #the hobbit #im thumbnailing {REDACTED} which ive been excited for. forever #so have this post at 1:38 am #i simply had to share it with the world #i was like 'I should make a comic of this Au'#but comics are time-consuming XD #this would probably be my first prose lotr fanfic if i ever wrote it #or if someone else wants to write it... eyes emoji

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youregonnabeokay-kid · 2 months

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SO. i was able to figure out the general structure of the script JLH leaked.

[explanation under the cut]

in order for all this to make sense, the first thing you need to know is that in north america all screenplays (scripts) are written in the same format

knowing this, we can deduce the general structure of the scene and even the length of some of the words

first we need to address the big question everyone's been asking:

are they talking about Bobby or Eddie?

screenplays are always typed in courier font, and in courier the capital letters B and E are identical at their left sides.

so while i enjoy people trying to figure out if the blurry letter in line 24 is a B or an E, the answer is it could honestly be either

where we really need to look is line one. the screengrab is blurry so i've outlined the word "going" and circled the area we should pay attention to

at first, the last letter of the prior word looks like an undistinguishable blob, but there is actually one key thing we can discern from it: the letter can't be y, it doesn't hang low enough

there is a chance that the word is not a name and is "he" which would not rule out Bobby or Eddie. however, that would mean the conversation goes on for at least 14 lines without mentioning "him" by name which is (heavily) frowned against in screenwriting. so chances are they're talking about Eddie

also, with what we know about the characters it's most likely Eddie. can you really see Bobby not talking to Buck because of... well, anything? and we already know that Eddie has a difficult time communicating. so i've decided to go with him for this script but haven't 100 per cent ruled Bobby out

moving on to the actual script itself, anything not highlighted in red is something i'm confident is either the exact wording or something similar. the red sections are the parts that i'm less confident in or know are incorrect somehow

Maddie's first dialogue block is the part i had the most trouble with. with context from the following conversation i figured that she probably asked something along the lines of when [Eddie] will be back at work. the main issue with this section is that the top line is actually six letters shorter than what i have written. this also means that the word that follows "going" has to be at least eight letters long. i tried messing around with the dialogue a bit but couldn't come up with something that would fit the appropriate letter count so for now i just wrote a line similar to what i think the actual line probably is

line six has to be either 12 or 13 spaces long and the first word has to be at least four letters long so i used "really soon" as a place holder, but i'm not completely confident in it

for line eight i initially had "Oh, that's good." but the line was one space short so i changed the "Oh" to "Hey" instead. i don't feel too poorly about this one but it still doesn't feel right to me. if the actual script says "Hey" i wouldn't be surprised if JLH changes it to something else or forgoes the exclamation completely

the final line is just a rough guess of what it could be. i'm not sure how formal the 911 writers are with action lines so i just took a random guess. some writers are extremely formal with action lines while others are more comedic with it (Neil Gaiman is a great example of this). i'm guessing the 911 writers are more the former but i honestly have no clue

#should i be working on my own screenplay rn instead of analyzing someone else's?#probably but i'm doing this anyway #if anyone wants any explanation on the other lines let me know #it's honestly just a lot of knowing how screenplays are written and knowing the 'rules' of script writing #911 abc #911 fox #s7 #911 speculation #911 spoilers #spec #maddie buckley #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #OH and before anyone mentions it yes it is “on THE basketball court” not “a”#it has to be a three letter word #so my guess is they were talking about the bball court/game prior to talking about whoever buck assaulted lmao #since “the” is a more personal/less generalized word #also no americans come after me for spelling it per cent #i realized when checking it over that some of y'all might be little shits (affectionate) about it #long post

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add1ctedt0you · 7 months

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Me, with the unpopular opinion that, in a wq lives au, where wq marries jc, novel canon wwx is not taking well the news about chengqing marriage

#Like post res wwx doesn't have nice thoughts about jc #I imagine him thinking: 'look jc hates me so much he has forced wq to marry him. Because it's a forced marriage. Why else would she have #Married jc??#Look at jc hating me so much he has ruined his and wq's life. Do you see him lz?'#And then idk. wwx is such a wild card #Maybe he would have forgotten the murder mister to investigate (apparently) forced chenqing marriage #While wq is already very done because jc is fretting over jl's first haunt. Their beloved daughters first day of school #Yes jc they have everything already. Lotus pier it's their sect... WHAT A-NING IS THERE? MY A-NING?#This au is probably wild #Who knows what wn feels there. Like Imo he doesn't like jc. Maybe even hates him. Uh #Someone should write something like that please

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puppyeared · 5 months

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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to #im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but #because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of #exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something #and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh #and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing #because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant #even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still #its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn….#if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about #I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird #maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel #a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t #I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to #be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol #idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week #had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting #yapping #does this count as vent #vent #Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly

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happysadyoyo · 7 months

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uh

this is another one of @pillowspace's au. may be taking some of my own spin on things but shhh

don't look at me

tw for mugging with a knife

It's well past dark when you leave work, waving goodbye to the security officer as you steel yourself for leaving the building. It's cold out, so you pull your hood up against the wind, tucking it tight around your throat. Yes, generally it's bad to cut down your visibility when you're walking alone at night, but also you're all but legally blind (mostly because you've not gone to the doctor since your last prescription stopped working). The hood makes the world seem a little less big while you march from work to home.

It's not a long walk, and it's one you're very familiar with, so it takes you a minute to realize when you're no longer alone. There's footsteps behind you, and as you slow down, you hear them slow down too. Odd. There's sometimes homeless people that hang around, but it's been getting colder and the cops swept the streets a couple nights ago anyway. Other than you, there's not many people hanging out in the business district. You want to reason this all away, but you fumble for that little can of pepper spray on your keychain anyway.

You'd barely pulled your hand free from your pocket before there's a tight grip on your shoulder, shoving you forward. You stumble and fall when the grip doesn't let up, crying out in dismay when your keys skip across the pavement. "No!"

"Shut up and give me your wallet. Now!" The mugger barks his orders at you, even as you try to feel for your keys. It had a reflector on it, just in case of a situation like this, but it's too dark here, the buildings hiding the moon overhead. You keep fumbling until a boot stomps on your fingers. "Are you fucking stupid? Wallet, now!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I don't have anything though, I swear." It's hard to find your wallet. Your hands are shaking, and the one that just got stomped is throbbing in time with your racing heart. You barely manage to pull the threadbare plastic leather bifold from your coat before it's snatched from your hand, your mugger ripping the rubberband holding it together off with a sharp snap.

"Bitch, what the hell is all this? There's no cash!"

"I told you! I don't have anythi---ng!" There's something very sharp pressed against your cheek all at once, and you freeze, jaw snapping shut. It's a knife, duh, sharp and cold from the night air. Your eyes feel hot in conrast, itchy, and you realize you're starting to cry.

"Hands up. And no funny business, or I'll use this." The knife digs into your skin, and you shakily lift your hands, flinching when he starts patting you down, clearly searching for any valuables. There's nothing, because of course there's not! You're smart enough to know not to lie if someone is threatening you like this! But when his hand slips inside your coat, you let out a choked up sob.

"Jesus, chill, no one would want to do anything with you. Fucking loser." He's frustrated, shoving you to the ground with his foot. You stay there, biting your lip so hard you can taste blood. But at least he seems to be done with you. "You tell anyone what just happened and I'll kill you." You don't reply, don't think you can. But it's enough. After an eternity, you hear him leave.

The breath you let out is a wretched thing, somewhere between a sob and a gasp, snot and phlegm caught in your throat turning it into a rattling sound. You roll onto your knees, burying your face in the arms of your coat as you let out a series of deep, dry sobs. It takes an eternity to calm down enough to move, your body stiff as you feel for your things. Your wallet was, to put it mildly, destroyed, and the tears continue unabated as you realize your cards are gone -- the gift card from work, the snap access card, and your debit card. You'll have to cancel the latter two, but there's no cash at home. No food either. You were going to grocery shop after your shift at the library.

Your keys had somehow made it to the curb, and your curl your fingers around the pepper spray like it's a talisman. Standing takes more effort, and you use the curb to sort of propel yourself up. Your balance remains shaky, and your nose hurts now from crying in the cold, and you definitely still taste blood. You try to tell yourself you're lucky you didn't get hurt (worse, you add, as your fingers and cheek throb), but that falls flat.

You force yourself forward, to get home. To your little apartment with your little brother, to let the sitter finally go home.

Fuck, you hope she'll let you pay through paypal tonight.

#human disguise au #uhhh #this one has no dca in it rn #but there will be #I just #um #things are really hard right now and it's easier to write for someone else's au than it is to think #about my own shit #anyway my big thoughts for this au include #y/n has custody of their little brother after some shit went down with their parents #they work as a janitor downtown but it means they work overnights a lot #they also keep their job as a library clerk and are shockingly good at it despite being legally blind #there's more but I should probably sleep #if the anxiety will let me

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just-trying-my-best-everyday · 13 days

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When will someone finally write a post-canon fic where Ling and Lan Fan actually grow closer together after he becomes Emperor because the Court is a den of snakes and they can only trust each other and Lan Fan becomes Ling's ghost advisor and rumours spread that to win the Emperor's favor you must first win over his Shadow?

#listen listem listen #i think lan fan could be a great strategist #and it could give her more power #which btw bitches don't think I haven't noticed you depowering her as the emperor's bodyguard #and it would be so cool #also i should probably write this #but I'm lazy #so someone else do it pretty please #lan fan #ling yao #lingfan #ig #platonic or romantic or my favorite queerplatonic all work #fma #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fmab

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calliopeebles · 1 year

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inspired by the fact that i was talking about berdly on discord the other day and i later realized i was using my headcanons for him to talk about growing up autistic

#deltarune #berdly #this bird is AUTISTIC and THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT #...for real though #there's a lot about him that i can relate to #and i myself am on the spectrum and fairly open about it online #berdly is really really bad at reading people #and his social skills are comically poor #and i feel that y'know?#it feels like everyone else knows the rules to life and expects me to know them too but i just... don't. and they don't make sense #and i can never tell how people are feeling unless they come right out and say it #even if it's obvious #i too would probably fall for a lie told by someone who literally had the world LYING written on their face #...anways #i should write something more formal about an autistic reading of this character

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actual-changeling · 1 year

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if you do not follow/haven't seen my recent posts, i really recommend you read this one and this one before continuing, just to make it hit the right way.

also reminder that i have an ao3 right here (and it's not all pain, promise!)

sorry in advance :)

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the more time passes, the easier it is for joel to talk about sarah. it still hurts, always will, an old bullet buried in his heart surrounded by scar tissue, but except for a few memories, words don't make him bleed anymore. tommy tentatively starts bringing her up once he notices that joel no longer flinches when he mentions her name, and it feels good to breathe life into their shared experiences, his brother the only one who comes close to understanding his pain but also the joy that colored their years.

ellie asks, too, just as hesitantly as tommy at first, but soon her curiosity takes over and not a day passes by without a question in-between sentences about his past. joel answers all of them, stories spilling from his lips and spinning themselves into a sarah-shaped web that he can share with her.

"she played soccer, right? when did she win her first competition?"

there's a few sports teams in jackson, and of course the soccer one caught her eye, making joel dread all the twisted ankles and bruised shins he was going to have to tend to. getting grass stains out of sarah's uniforms had always been a task and a half, and eventually they both stopped caring about it and just watched them pile up, turning white fabric a greenish-brown.

joel opens his mouth, the coffee cup in his hand hovering above the kitchen table, and then he stills, every muscle in his body turning to ice.

ellie's joel? is drowned out by the ringing in his hears, knuckles turning white and gripping the porcelain so tightly he can feel it crack in his palm, and he must have stopped breathing because his vision is growing fuzzy, black dots scurrying in his periphery.

joel lets the cup fall more than he sets it down, stomach turning, bile rising in his throat, because ellie asked him a question about sarah, his sarah, and he doesn't remember the answer.

it can't be, right? just a small gap in his memory, nothing big, it'll come back to him in an hour and he'll tell ellie about it later. but the panic squeezing his chest is real, terror slithering up his neck and curling around his ear whispering what else did you forget?

more than ever before, he tries to think back to all of it, from the first time he held her in his arms to the moment he buried her, and something odd happens to him when he finds that so much of it is. blurry. frayed at the edges, burned holes and white blotches obscuring important and unimportant details alike, memory an old role of film decomposing in the back of his mind.

the color of her baby blanket (blue, it had to be blue, he can't see), the first movie he watched with her, her favorite book in primary school, the way he did her hair on the first day of kindergarten, the friendship bracelets they made together, the posters on her wall, the dress she wore to her first dance (purple right? right?), memories surfacing as his panic cracks him open like an earthquake, and joel tries to cling to them, nails scratching at the parts that should be there but aren't until he tastes blood, desperation growing and growing because he is forgetting her.

"joel you're scaring the fuck out of me right now what's wrong?"

ellie's voice is distant, and he hates worrying her, hates the almost hysteric edge beneath it when she repeats herself, hands squeezing his shoulders, softly, first, then harder when he doesn't respond. all of the years that he didn't even know she existed, memories she has that he never will, all the firsts and buts and what ifs and failures that define a childhood, their innocent light fractured into vivid fantasies by the stained glass window of life. he has had all that and more with sarah, clung to it in the after to remind himself that she is real, that he is still a father even with his daughter buried by a nameless river.

it is all he has left of her, the childhood she never got to outgrow, and it's fading in a mind that has mourned her for longer than she got exist.

not for the first time, joel wishes he hadn't flinched, his brain worthless if it allowed sarah to fade away. without ellie bound to his heart, he would have tempted fate again for that alone.

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"who hurt you" too many people to count and luckily tumblr lets me make it everyones problem

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wantonlywindswept · 8 months

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ficbit: captive prime (another thing someone else should write)

so anyway how bout a good dad jango fett who refused to be the prime clone template but was not actually given the choice to say no

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The plan was perfect.

The plan was great, because Fox and Cody were geniuses, and it was coming along beautifully right up until Prime refused to fucking leave.

"I can't go," Prime said. "I'd be leaving you here."

"Yes, that is the point," Fox hissed. He grabbed the bottom of Prime's shirt, yanking forcefully toward the open cell door where Cody was waiting.

The bastard didn't even budge.

"We've looped the security footage," Cody reassured their progenitor, who was apparently a moron, "And we have our batchmates covering for us. There's only an eighty-seven percent chance that we'll get caught after you leave, and we're at the top of our classes, so we'd probably only get reconditioned anyway."

"And that number's getting higher the longer you stay here," Fox snapped. He shifted his grip, his fingers not even making a full circle around Prime's wrist as he tried tugging him forward again. "Come on--"

Prime twisted his hand, slipping out of Fox's grasp, and Fox was going to bite him, but then a large hand rested at the back of his neck and he froze.

He stared, blankly, as Prime knelt down next to him. Warmth radiated from that single source of contact, the weight a comfort: grounding, like if every one of his batchmates' blankets had been piled on him at once. He couldn't help but sway into the touch, meeting Prime's tired brown eyes a little dazedly.

"I won't leave children alone here to die."

"We're already dying, sir," Cody said quietly, walking over to slip his hand into Fox's. "You being here doesn't stop that. But if we get you out--they would eventually have to stop making more of us. We wouldn't have to see more brothers lost."

Prime bowed his head.

"I was the source of your creation," he rasped, "And it is one so terrible that you would rather not even exist at all."

Fox and Cody exchanged a glance, and Fox reluctantly allowed his brother to pull him away from Prime, out from under his warm hand and back into the reality they lived in.

"Boba's already on the ship," he said, because he was clever, because he knew how to manipulate people into behaving. "He's waiting for you."

Boba was the first of them, unaltered and pure and made to be loved, given to Prime as both distraction and threat: the consequences clear should he ever try to leave his cage.

Prime inhaled a sharp breath.

"We'll cover your escape, but you have to go now," Cody said softly. "Please."

Prime let out an anguished sound, and Fox knew they had won.

They snuck him out past the patrols and looped cameras, getting him to the landing pads where a long-disused Firespray waited to take off. They were just a few steps from the loading ramp when Prime came to a halt, turning back towards them, and Fox would have screamed if he wasn't so terrified of getting caught.

"Will you just go already--"

His words cut off when strong arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him and Cody into a warm embrace.

"I'll come back," Prime swore, pressing his forehead to each of theirs in turn. "I will come back for you. Wait for me. Survive."

"We will," Cody promised, because he, just like Fox, knew how to trick people with lies.

#tcw #tcw fanfiction #commander fox #commander cody #jango fett #good dad jango fett #imagining the clones around 8-10 developmentally #which would make boba uhhh 4?#anyway it's like a reverse omelas where jango's at the core of it and everyone is Unhappy #but at least in this we'd get to blow omelas up!#probably #idk this was the extent of my thoughts into the idea #someone else should write that #guess who's touch-starved!#the clones literally every single clone #'what is this feeling? is this what a parent feels like?'#clone gets paternal pat on the head 10 dead 7 injured #anyway time for sleep

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notasapleasure · 4 months

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I'm so tired I just wanna read Brassian smut you can't ask me to write it as welllll ;;_;;

#i could probably try writing a one-shot if someone else gave me a setting for it...#i'm too tired to work with established plots (coy or saga) so it just needs to be pure pwp #maybe i should check ao3 for New Content...#today i drove the builder's van with 0 warning and i put two coats of paint up and i am s o t i r e d #i just want a nice blorbo performance to view in my head please

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spicyicymeloncat · 7 months

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Yknow something that gets me abt certain fanon depictions of kai is that he’s portrayed with no sense of self preservation, as if he’s self sacrificing and burned out, and I think I dislike it bc it feels like the opposite of his character most of the time.

Yeah some of the actions he takes are harmful to himself in some way, but it’s never intended to, they were ways of coping and making himself feel better.

Like the green ninja plot, he is insecure in his place, so he strives for the highest title to make him feel better.

The red shogun isn’t him beating himself up and not caring about his own well being. He was winning fights, fully engaging in the job, taking his frustration out on others and drinking away his issues, and yeah there’s self loathing in that, but there’s also him trying to make himself feel better, to redirect hurt away from himself.

Him prematurely concluding his parents were the bad guys in s7, is (imo) his way of rationalising his mixed feelings, in order to keep himself okay.

He’s not a reckless war machine who throws himself into battle with no hesitation, he tries to keep himself safe.

Kai is self-prioritised and yknow I think people in general really demonise that kinda of trait both in fiction and irl and that’s actually kind of harmful. The self sacrificial trait is so grossly over romanticised and idk it’s a breathe of fresh air when you see a character who doesn’t start out that way or end that way. Like nothing wrong with that trait being written, it’s just like sometimes it feels like people are only allowed to prioritise themselves if they previously have no sense of self care, bc then it’s seen as a healthy improvement. But in any other case, it means you’re selfish and that’s a bad thing apparently.

Like no. Being selfish and loving yourself and thinking you are hot shit and the smartest person alive and prioritising things that make you happy. None of that makes you evil or morally wrong. If in attempts to meet your needs you try to hurt someone else, or end up hurting yourself, then the action you took was bad but the intent isn’t! Fuck the media that finds people loving themselves as immorally wrong! Fuck it! It is not sexy to hate yourself actually.

I want more fanon Kais indulge in activities that make him happy, Kais that make bad decisions in trying to protect himself and Kais that have good coping mechanisms because he’s still trying to protect himself he’s just found better ways of doing it.

Bc it’s canon and it feels like it gets erased a bit because people somehow don’t find self love appealing unless the character was self hating first.

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dirtbra1n · 1 year

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it’s always when I have things to be doing that this happens but it’s like. I don’t know I’ve gone so far into weird love territory and I’ve been here so long that when I go back and really look at canon it’s like it’s new to me. because like do you ever think about how hanzawa masato just sort of DECIDED that tashiro would be the next captain of the ping pong club. like it wasn’t a recommendation or anything that decision was made. and absolutely if tashiro genuinely GENUINELY didn’t want to do it nothing bad would have really happened, someone else could have done it, sure. you know? but at the end of the day tashiro, in the midst of his running away, had that thought, like. not in a thought bubble but in a b Hold on

in the narration box. like it’s not a fleeting in-the-moment thought like the whole poor shmuck thing. I’m not explaining this well. it’s just you get the impression that tashiro thinks about things a lot and also tangentially kind of thinks about his hanzawa senpai a lot and that realization of burden is so significant to tashiro that he takes on the position of captain

and he doesn’t look him in the face when he does it, and I love it. I love when things are indirect and subtle and sort of reluctant because it’s human and speaks to sincerity and tashiro’s grounded…ness that he isn’t unflinchingly happy to do it. he still doesn’t really want to do it. but he will. and he’ll do it WELL. because and this so matters hanzawa masato just sort of DECIDED that tashiro would be the next captain of the ping pong club because he knows tashiro and has been watching tashiro as a fun kouhai who he likes a lot and who makes him laugh like literally no one else in the world, and he knows that he would be a good president because he is, amongst other relevant things, a good person. the right kind of good person! he wouldn’t have forced tashiro to do it because frankly he couldn’t REALLY force tashiro to do it, tashiro has a way of getting around things (pudding head….) but he decided tashiro would be captain, because he knows tashiro, and tashiro decided to take that on, because he sees hanzawa. he decided that tashiro would be captain, and tashiro decided to accept that decision because hanzawa decided correctly.

and tashiro cares, and encourages his senpai to rest, and we get the FUCKING.

that just speaks VOLUMES. hanzawa masato who notoriously stays busy for at least one of two known reasons that sound a little contradictory but aren’t actually is resting right now. hanzawa masato who is so weird and so unknowable to his juniors is wearing a small smile that, unlike so many of his other ones (ominous as they are, usually), shows for only contentment. he’s resting right now. like the tashiro gonzaburou hanzawa masato dynamic IS so weird I’m not delusional for that. but my favorite thing that I think I do a really bad job of showing is that their exchanges go back and forth and are so much fun for the both of them, and it’s exactly like PING PONG. well matched and silly and hanzawa masato knows tashiro gonzaburou and if tashiro gonzaburou doesn’t know hanzawa masato he sure as hell sees him, and wants to know him, just a little at least, and it’s all so much. I’m resting right now. fuck. anyway

#bangs fist on the floor. is on the floor.#hanzawa to tashiro #hanzashiro #and really the fact that tashiro is hiding around the corner to hear the milk tea exchange with miyano. and then brings him some #ASSUMING HE DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW. it’s just like. i wish i was more comfortable writing tashiro he’s so much to me #silly little guy for sure. but intentionally taking on a burden for someone else when it’s explicitly something he doesn’t want to do #(or maybe just something he felt he wasn’t qualified to do. depends. probably both)#and doing well at it. the person hanzawa masato is trusting in the most.#just. someone who doesn’t want to be responsible but will be and someone who old people LOVE and someone who accepts things without judgment #and someone who will hide in a box on the floor to hide from his senpai and just as well walk right up to him and hide his face #and accept the trust masato was putting in him.#like this of all things isn’t really a burden to masato because he’s. he’s RESTING right now. of all the pies he has fingers in #this might actually be his favorite. for a number of reasons that are mostly speculative #but it’s SYMBOLIC of a burden. am i making any sense at all. i might not be #masato is giving this one away because it’s not really a burden to him exactly. but tashiro is taking it because he feels it’s a burden but.#how do i say this. it’s not a burden to masato but it IS a weight on his shoulders whether he realizes it or not #and tashiro takes it from him—not unreluctantly—because he cares. because he wants masato to rest.#i think talking this long is manifesting a tin cap on my head. i should go #dirtbrain digression #tldr it IS weird love. but just not AS weird or the KIND of weird that i’d have it be. haaaah i’m sick

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soupsandstews · 2 months

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Jesslupe fics I would write if I could do that:

*if there are already fics like this pls don’t come for me (just dm them 🙏🏼)

One where its the tv series timeline but POV: Jess flirting with Lupe so hard and POV: Lupe is oblivious and making excuses why it's not flirting, until the coke scene

Prequels, like a memoir of their lives leading up to the league. We get some of Lupe’s backstory so that’s fun to read into and Jess would be like farm boy/sibling antics/wild parties and hookups

One where they get together during the off season and everyone bugs them when they get back about it because it would be so obvious

Modern au where they drunk kiss at a party and don't remember it and everyone has something to say about it the next day

Anything where Greta is a major character in the plot, I love the roomies

Modern au where they have kids together (so much potential i’m already crying)

Modern au before they get together where it’s like split screen Lupe taking her kid to school and Jess pulling bitches

Silly ones like doing the rice purity or kink test together

#honestly just need an entire spinoff for them #if this pops off I will start writing #but someone else should probably do it 😬#jesslupe #lupe garcia #jess mccready #aloto

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void-chara · 1 year

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first finished piece of lifesteal fanart yaayyy!! I. I started this during the second round of the mcytblr sexyman contest. Why does art take me so long. I finished most of it a while ago but the scythe just took forever because I couldn’t figure it out and kept redoing it. I think it turned out good though!

#clownpierce #mcyt #lifesteal smp #lifesteal #btw I am Ssoooo normal about lives being represented with red hearts and white stars. <- is not normal and is constantly thinking about #undertale and deltarune. I am the opposite of normal I see my little video games everywhere.#also I actually finished this a day or two ago I just couldn’t figure out what to caption it. Me when the Issues #Oh wait. Uhhh. Should I tag for blood. Probably #cw blood #That’s probably good. I’m sure it’s fine #actually technically I drew this for someone bc they voted clown in the polls. But I said Id draw anyone and they said to just draw whoever #I wanted and so I just picked a sketch id doodled a while ago. And now it’s been a while since the event. And they didn’t really even #request this piece so I’d feel weird tagging them. I’ll still send it to them tho but like I’d feel weird mentioning it in the body of the #post Since while this was technically a request it was really mostly a thing for me that someone else gave me an excuse to draw #also no ID this time I’m having a certified Written Language Learning Disorder-Austin crossover event combo attack #so I am doing these sentences ok but description sentances will Not go well probably. If someone else writes an ID I’ll credit you and add #it to the original post. Honestly even if someone writes like the script for an ID o the start of one I’d be able to elaborate on it I just #can’t start one and do it entirely myself right now #chara makes things

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prolibytherium · 5 months

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I'm testing out tumblr's auto filtration Thing. If you're seeing this sorry and/or congratulations here's some boobs

edit ok what the fuck this didn't even get filtered. Enjoy the boobs???

#sketches #I was over it and was about to sit down and maybe write and tehn I saw someone else posting about this Problem and got so hyped #I was like fuck this I am watching The Predator 2018 again and drawing some full frontal nudity to see if it gets human approved #Should probably test it with a known problem image instead but this immediately killed my motivation and I'm over it again.#I'm just placidly watching The Predator 2018 I'm calm I'm chill

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