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wikiangela · 5 months

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inspiration saturday/seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus (tagging y'all back for seven sentence sunday <33)

still trying to get back to writing and currently jumping between wips again lol - and I made a lil moodboard for the cheating fic + title reveal haha - for once I have a title waaaay before I'm gonna finish the fic - it's the line that inspired this whole fic but a bit edited, from mgk's 'loco' (the og line is 'got a man at home but she loves the way I taste')

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“Uh, yeah, I guess it was.” Buck finally responds, quickly getting out of bed and taking his pillow with him and covering himself. He feels too exposed like that, standing in front of Eddie, but he needs to put some distance between them. “It was- it was a-” his voice shakes, he feels like his body is physically trying to stop him from saying these words, “a drunken mistake. It doesn’t- it won’t change anything, right?” he finally looks at Eddie, who’s staring at him with wide, sad eyes, and Buck has no time or energy to read into it right now. “It doesn’t have to be weird.” he sounds pleading, begging, just needing Eddie to say that they can get back to normal and pretend it never happened.

“No, of course.” Eddie’s voice sounds hoarse, and he clears his throat, a faint smile on his face. “We were drunk, it was- it was nothing. Let’s just forget anything happened.” Eddie’s words sting. Buck was hoping for them, but they still hurt, and he immediately wants him to take it back, he wants to backtrack on what he said earlier, he wants to- he really needs to get a fucking grip and sort out his feelings.

no pressure tags (it's already sunday here so tagging y'all for seven sentence sunday): @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @jamespearce9-1-1 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

#buddie cheating fic #poor buck is still spiraling and im enjoying writing this way too much lmao i don't even like cheating fics wtf haha #inspiration saturday #seven sentence sunday #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#moodboard #fic moodboard #wikiangela writes #buddie fic #buddie #buddie wip #fic snippet #my wips #rn im focusing on 4 fics - this + natalia fic + married buddie + alive shannon #no idea which one of the oneshots will be done first i just go where inspiration takes me lol #also i might have gotten another new idea yesterday but i wrote it down and not touching it until one of these is done lol #i still suck at moodboards but ngl they're fun to make haha

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cleric4vampire · 2 months

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There's something in this life left to live or, giving these two fools a soft moment because they deserve it. not gonna lie, I got a bit emotional when making this. I wrote something from Astarion's perspective to go along with it:

Once upon a time we pressed against an unyielding tree trunk, just like this. Once upon a time we hid ourselves in the obscuring night. Now, the moonlight paints your smile bright and boundless. We were not unwilling back then, though an ocean laid between us. I pressed my body atop yours and went somewhere else. How could I have known that you would follow me there? You were the one who was supposed to be under my thumb. I was the trickster moved by your silver song. You were the cradle that held me safe when all I wanted was to fall into the abyss. You were the gentle voice that beckoned, Open your eyes. See what could be if you loosened that white-knuckled grip you keep on your fear. Sometimes I find myself slipping into the old movements — a flutter of lashes, a dangerous smile — and then I remember. I remember that you were with me at my darkest and ugliest and most utterly heartbroken, and still you told me, It is an honor to witness you. It is a privilege to be by your side. And I let that ancient rhythm fall away. I was free to walk off that tired path, and now, everything is new. How will life surprise me when I allow myself to participate? I was struck with wonder to know that there are people in this world like you. Could you have ever guessed we would end up here, back when we were strangers on the hillside? I didn't have the strength to imagine it. Now, I find myself thinking: Where will we end up tomorrow? What wonders will we behold? There will be such love and such joy, and such hardship to balance it. But for the first time, I feel I am courageous enough to face it, because I am not alone anymore. I will be with you here, beneath this moonlight, beneath this canopy. And afterwards, I hope you will imagine with me all the life we have left to live.

#astarion x aune #my art #astarion x tav #tavstarion #bg3 fanart #oc: aune #astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 #the setting for those who care: this is post-game. these days aune mostly works as a ''solitary agent'' of eilistraee but she still needs #to check in with the church every once and a while. mission debriefings; rituals to run; that sort of thing. astarion tags along this time #of course aune just struts into the camp/settlement like hey yall long time no see. here's my vampire lover. everybody say hey astarion #as always they don't really know what to make of aune and her antics so they're just like “...okay...”#but astarion keeps to himself during the day on account of the sun. UNTIL night descends of course. which works out fine because #eilistraeeans really come alive during the night anyway. unfortunately for them aune and astarion are insufferable #constantly pawing at each other & being cloyingly sweet with one another.#flirting. teasing. talking and laughing loudly. eating each other's faces. just the worst. that's what's happening here 😌#also aune is not a spawn but she purposefully doesn't heal the bite marks despite being a cleric — PURELY to antagonize any priestesses #who might not approve. ''cmon and say something to my face :)''#also aune stays wearing tied up sheets of cloth lol listen. in her defense eilistraeeans are in varying states of undress at all times sooo

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phoenixcatch7 · 8 months

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Why can't we have a batman is the spirit of Gotham au?

He already is, in meta, in character, in theming. Him and the joker. He is so very built upon what Gotham is made of, and Gotham builds from what he needs in turn, the setting of his story.

What if that is the reason he can take damage that would permanently ruin a physical career and come back? What if that's how he's managed to maintain his no-kill streak to such an extent? What if that's how he manages to maintain such high maintenance and all consuming identities?

For the heart and soul of a city containing all extremes, the richest nobility and the lowest of the poor, the cruellest villains and the most compassionate heroes, orphaned children and ancient lineages, a city rooted in fear and madness and grit-teeth determination and hard won kindness, what better choice could you find than Bruce Wayne?

But what if he wasn't alone in that? What if Gotham has sunk to such a low because its spirit is damaged and corrupted?

For the heart and soul of the cruellest city in the dc universe, the most unrelenting and uncaring, the one that practically laughs at your pain and suffering as you try to make it through another day, what better choice than the Joker?

#Batman v joker is yin yang up down left right it's the oroborus #Like it's possibly one of the most famous arch enemies of modern day lmao #Something something what if there was an actual reason b couldn't kill joker?? Like if joker died it'd kill him too.#Unbalance the incredibly fragile equilibrium b has spent decades fighting for #Like those threatre masks. Love theatre mask symbolism. But the batman is the smiling one and the joker is the frowning one #Its apathy vs compassion. Someone made a really good post about it a while ago but I can't find it ToT #But yeah imagine if b found out about the whole city spirit thing and freaked out it until he found out it was him.#Like full on possessive trawls through research and 'no I'm fine' to everyone watching and lying awake fuming and then it's all fine #Except now he can have an existential crisis because he never realised lmao. Idk maybe the waynes were infertile and he was a surprise baby #Maybe there's no hint he wasn't entirely human until he had the option opened to him.#Like he just thought all his weirdnesses were just from one of the various things he never got official diagnoses for #Which he still is! Some things were just supernatural lol #The kids are laughing at him but they've got the Gotham spirit of the protection which is how they're all (mostly) still alive lmao #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Cryptid batman #Gotham spirit au #Fic idea #Story idea #Batfam #Batfamily #Dc comics #Gotham #Dc city spirits

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oceandiagonale · 1 year

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it’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: letting gene sleep in and recover for once 😔😔😔

#oceandi arts #generic protagonist #noodle the typhlosion #ingo #warden ingo #volo #cogita #pla run #pla spoilers #we are LIVE and kamado's henchperson is here delivering orders and OH WHAT'S THIS IT'S INGO WITH A CAST IRON FRYING PAN #don't worry they're alive they're an ancestor to a canon sinnohan ingo didn't like. kill a guy #not quite an encounter with kamado himself but the day is still young (not that anyone can tell when the sky's red lol)

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briannafrostgirl · 1 year

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The Project Girls pt. 2 - Nimiri Ledalla

Nimiri is an orphan from Thessia whose powers first manifested during an intimate encounter with another asari. She's an avid consumer of romance novels, a proficient engineer, and a dreamer who's afraid to dream.

Another fantastic commission from @luckyspacerabbit who did such an incredible job bringing her to life and is always an absolute joy to work with!

#mass effect #asari #ardat yakshi #asari oc #mass effect 5e #mass effect 5e campaign #the project girls #not included in her description #she's cute as a button and I love her #also she and Phera had a thing before the guards caught them #and they're both still alive in campaign canon so we are ROOTING for them to get back together #because this campaign needs more angsty romance drama lol

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ofekma · 1 month

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"how can you be an animorphs fan and support Israel?"

I don't know, how CAN I be the fan of a book series talking about kids being forced to grow up too fast due to being a part of a war that has been going on for longer than they're alive, trying to defend their home against an invading force?

Seeing how this situation affects their mental state, world view and relationships with each other? Not being able to fully trust anyone else because they can turn out to secretly wish for your demise?

How can I be the fan of a series that mirrors the way I grew up, of feeling scared and lost and small but knowing that you have to keep going because there's no other way?

Knowing that the other side has people who are like you, who never really wanted to hurt anyone but are being forced to fight too, who were brainwashed from birth to not see people like you as people?

Knowing that innocents die in war, that cruel, messed up, unjust things happen in wars but not seeing another way forward?

Wanting to save your loved ones who are now being kept hostages?

YEAH I HAVE NO IDEA WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I, AN ISRAELI PERSON, BE AN ANIMORPHS FAN?

#animorphs: there's no black and white but sometimes you have to fight to protect the people you love #people on tumblr: ISRAEL BAD PALESTINE GOOD #Hey remember how every time the animorphs kill a hork bajir controller #they kill both an innocent hork bajir hostage and a yeerk that is threatened with starvation by their superiors if they won't fight?#remember how most taxxons only agreed to collaborate with the yeerks because they feel like being puppets is better than constant hunger?#remember how Serrow only wanted to do something good but ended up causing an intergalactic war?#remember how as early as book 6 Jake didn't blink before boiling alive dozens of helpless yeerks?#remember how the Howelrs who exterminated countless species were merely toddlers playing controlled by a higher being?#REMEMBER HOW ANIMORPHS IS A FUCKING COMPLICATED BOOK SERIES AND EVEN OUR HEROES COMMITED ATROCITIES THAT HAUNTED THEM EVERY DAY?#AND HOW WE STILL ROOTED FOR THEM BECAUSE WE KNEW WHY THEY DID THIS AND WHERE THEY'RE COMING FROM?#HOW MOST OF THEIR ATROCITIES WEREN'T JUST KILLING FOR THE SAKE OF KILLING?#Unlike you know #what Hamas is doing #killing for the sake of killing #sacrificing their own people in the process #brainwashing and treathening their population #Remember how the war is actually a chess game between two larger entities that use everyone else as a peon for the war between themselves?#Hm now that surely sounds familiar #Imagine thinking that a fictional war in a book series for kids is more complicated and morally grey than one in real life #And that you can know everything about it from Twitter and tik tock #Couldn't be me lol

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blujayonthewing · 3 days

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had the thought 'it might be interesting to also collect a cicada nymph before it can molt and keep it as a wet specimen' and then immediately the concept of a cicada quietly growing underground for thirteen years to finally, finally emerge into the world only to get killed and put in a jar before it ever has a chance to stretch its wings just because some idiot thought it'd be neat nearly made me cry

#'jay aren't you gonna eat them' yeah #it's different #the main reason I stopped collecting insects after DJ and I broke up is that I get Weird about it #it's a weird... like. so vulnerable species notwithstanding #one thing about bugs in an ecosystem is that they're highly abundant and-- on an individual basis-- disposable #they lay a zillion eggs because they're getting eaten (or just stepped on even) by every other goddamn thing alive #in general my sincere belief is that a hobbyist with an insect collection is literally fine #but on a PERSONAL level because I'm not A Scientist and I know my personal desire for an insect collection comes down to 'they're pretty'--#feels weird. feels bad! feels like a bad reason to kill something even if killing that specific thing isn't measurably harmful to do #same way I feel about people killing spiders when I JUST SAID I would take care of it #like... okay there are a zillion other grass spiders where that came from but YOU are still a dickhead for doing that for no reason #ANYWAY. I'm making a collection exception for magicicadas because 1) okay @me come on there's gonna be a zillion. it's literally fine #and 2) this double emergence feels like such a genuinely big deal to me! first one in ~200 years and there won't be another for ~200 more!!#if I can collect scientifically viable specemins it feels like... there's a point to that #beyond 'I saw a butterfly so pretty I just HAD to kill it 🥰' you know??#... this has all come a bit tangential to the post I guess lol but... just feels existentially cruel #lots of cicada nymphs are going to get stepped on or eaten before they can molt into adults and I know that but it still just.. makes me sa #they live SO LONG. they've waited SO LONG for this. aahhh...#about me #cicada journey

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stinkrascal · 2 months

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hi jaiden. i read your ask and im very sorry about your loss, i've decided to spread some positivity. you are an incredible writer and as much as you cringe at your older posts i find myself rereading it every now and then. its kind of crazy how i'm quite young, and i've been growing up with reading breanna's story - yet i haven't lost interest. there is something so aesthetic about your standstill posts, i dont know if its the colors or the dust, but its so pleasing to the eye. literally everyday after my work i go and i check if standstill has gotten an update. the way your dialogue is written is so natural. like it doesn't feel like this fake poetic or overly descriptive, it sounds like natural realistic dialogue. and ive also been reading your character bios and in my language there's a word called härlig, thats the only way i can describe the little bios. for it being a sim story, its so incredibly clever and i can tell you put effort into it. the poses are always fitting. and your game doesnt even look like sims. i hope you realize that we will always enjoy your story even if it would be with low graphics or vlad would be a 8x8 pixel. so dont ever shy away from taking a break, because u really deserve to take a break. there is so much i could say about standstill,, but i wont for the sake of it already being quite lengthy! i hope your healing, and i hope that you can accept some positivity into your life. <3

wow okay hello anon... i won't lie, this made me cry a lot ;-;. i've been really struggling lately with intense anxiety and honestly just feeling really shitty ha. reading this means so much to me, more than you will ever know. it's silly ik but i put my heart and my soul into my sims, it can be a little embarrassing bc they're literally just sims and here i am pouring every piece of me into them like they're my diary, taking it so seriously. but like........ i do take it seriously.......embarrassed as i am to admit it..... i love them so much. so reading something as kind and reassuring as this makes me feel really appreciated. thank you for your kindness, it's more appreciated than you will ever realize

#jade answers #Anonymous #my grandpa was old. he suffered w dementia it was honestly his time #but his death has brought up stuff within my family that's been difficult to grapple with. it feels like i'm mourning the death of both #my grandpa and my parents. even though they're still alive it will never be the same #i wouldn't want it even if things did stay the same. ig in a way i'm mourning myself too. i'll never be the person i was before #i'm grateful i have my new family with my amazing partner but it hurts to know i can't have that w my birth family i'll never have that #this is silly but like......putting those feelings on vlad and brie has saved my life. ok. lol #they were like me... their family hurt them in unspeakable ways and then they were adults without a family at all...#but through it all through the dysfunction and trauma they made their own family....... they survived and i will too #having emotions is cringe you guys<3 #im gonna be really embarrassed about this in a few hours but im trying to practice this thing where i dont bottle stuff up so its ok #being embarrassed just means i care.......and theres nothing wrong with caring........i say thru gritted teeth

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void-botanist · 2 months

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Rose's Kiss Week Day 5: Lonely

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Gren Orech-Pabat

Words: 1335

Content warnings: mentions of family health issues

Notes: this takes place six months after Anchesh married his last spouse, human himbo Gren.

At the other end of the sofa, Gren sighed for the tenth time in as many minutes. He was staring off at the other end of the room, chin propped up in one big hand, and more than likely didn’t even realize he sounded so despondent.

“How are you doing?” Anchesh asked.

“I’m fine. It’s just lonely without Yera.”

Probably it was best not to talk too much about Yera, because Gren would only get sadder if he started thinking about why Yera was out of town and how stressed she must be. Instead Anchesh put aside his knitting.

“I’m probably not as good at cuddling as Yera,” he said, moving to the cushion next to Gren, “but I’m here.”

Gren instantly pivoted and deflated into his lap, settling one cheek against his thigh and a hand over his knee. Today Gren’s hair was held in a bunlike fold with just an alligator clip, which Anchesh gently pulled out and set on the open cushion beside him. Then he combed his fingers back through Gren’s loose locks.

“I feel bad being lonely,” Gren murmured. “Her family needs her way more than I do, and I’m not alone here.”

“You’re her family too,” Anchesh answered in the same low tone. “And it doesn’t feel the same, not having her here.”

“Yeah.” Gren squeezed his leg a little, like he needed something to cling to.

Anchesh let Gren’s hair slip through his fingers over and over, massaging Gren’s scalp with each draw. Truth be told, he was worried about Yera too. She would be fine, unless her father got worse. He probably wouldn’t die, not yet, but the wondering and waiting felt unsettling enough for him at home—it must be awful for her. She was right to have the rest of them stay behind, except Hossan, because sooner or later they’d all be at loose ends and end up making her feel worse. But he still wished he could be there to hold her and talk to her, probably just the same as Gren.

“Maybe I don’t spend enough time with the rest of you,” Gren said suddenly. “Especially you.”

“I don’t mind how much time you spend with Yera and Hossan,” Anchesh answered.

“Yeah, but—” Gren rose from his lap, slowly enough that he didn’t pull his own hair in Anchesh’s hands. With his hair pushed behind his ears, he said, “I’m your husband too. And you don’t get tired of me like Pali does. I would leave you alone if you wanted me to but you’ve never told me to do that.”

Anchesh handed him the alligator clip. “I mean, I’m happy to spend more time with you. I just don’t want you to worry too much about it.”

Gren stared at nothing while he smoothed his hair back into a ponytail and clipped it there. Then he continued looking at some spot further down the sofa. “Anchesh...do you love me?”

It was a serious question that deserved a serious answer, but Anchesh was distracted by the plaintiveness of Gren’s voice. Had this been worrying him for the last six months?

Gren waited two seconds before adding, “Not like you love Yera or Umedes, but...”

He took Gren’s hand from his lap, and Gren looked up. “I do love you, Gren. You’re my friend. And my husband. And I’m glad I married you.”

“Really?” He didn’t seem entirely convinced.

“Really. I would have married you just for Yera and Hossan, but I like having you around too. You’re so bright, and lovely, and you always make sure we have what we need. And—”

“I think Pali does that.”

“Pali doesn’t keep everyone upbeat,” Anchesh said. “And she’s definitely not good at making sure we all rest, especially not herself. I think she’s gotten more sleep in the six months you’ve been here than she has since I married her.” Gren didn’t say anything, so he kept going. “We need someone who’s as thoughtful as you are. I need someone who is.” An almost melancholy gratitude welled up in him, and he tried to figure out how to put words to it. He wasn’t sure that Gren understood how much he made life more bearable. He wasn’t sure any of his spouses did, even though he didn’t know where he’d be without them. He loved all of them, and he needed all of them, and on some level he needed Gren, the only one who wasn’t at least a little wrapped up in politics and particularities, most of all. He put his other hand over Gren’s. “You mean a lot to me, Gren.”

“Do you think you could say that more? Not that, but like, ‘I love you’?”

When was the last time he’d told Gren he loved him? Even if he didn’t remember exactly, he had a feeling it had been days, or weeks. He’d decided without thinking about it that Gren didn’t really need to hear it, and he definitely didn’t need to hear it from him, arguably Gren’s least favorite spouse aside from Pali.

“Of course I can,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of Gren’s hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t said it very much.”

“It’s okay.” Gren put his other hand on top of Anchesh’s. Then he dropped his cheek against Anchesh’s shoulder.

“You know you can always tell me about your feelings,” Anchesh said.

“You don’t tell me about yours,” Gren said. “Except in bed, kinda.”

“Do you want to know about my feelings?”

“Yes!” Gren lifted his head and his face was all exasperation. “I know I don’t understand all of the things you do but I can understand how you feel!”

“Most of my feelings aren’t good.” And it would be cruel to burden someone like Gren with them.

“I still want to know,” Gren said. “I just want to be there for you, but I never know what’s going on with you.”

He’d given up on being there for Gren because it was obvious Gren didn’t need him, and he couldn’t keep track of the constantly shifting world he lived in with Yera and Hossan. “While Yera and Hossan are gone, maybe we should focus on that. Being there for each other.”

“I’d like that.” Gren’s eyes fell to their hands, and Anchesh thought he could see a blush rising in his cheeks. “I’d also like to kiss you more.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.” He felt like he meant that the most of anything he’d said so far. Gren raised his head and went straight to softly touching his lips to Anchesh’s, his mustache tickling at Anchesh’s smooth-shaven upper lip.

On the next kiss his hand caressed the curve of Anchesh’s neck, and then he untangled his other hand from Anchesh’s and threw both arms around his neck, and when that apparently wasn’t enough he broke the kiss and fully straddled Anchesh’s thighs, hunching a little to reach his lips. Anchesh tilted his head further back in turn, feeling the pleasant tension of his horns pressing against the back of the sofa. Despite his position, Gren didn’t seem like he was trying to be seductive. He kissed Anchesh to savor him, like he was fresh water on Gren’s parched tongue, a tongue carefully exploring the contours of Anchesh’s. He was in no rush, and his skin was warm against Anchesh’s where they touched, Gren’s feet pressed against his knees, hands along the edge of his neckline, soft lips drinking him in. Anchesh let his hands run back over Gren’s thighs, his hips, to the bare, fuzzy skin at his midriff, and held on there.

When Gren pulled back at long last, his breath was edged with gasps, and so was Anchesh’s.

“I love you, Anchesh. I love you so much.”

Without a word, they pulled each other close, Anchesh wrapping his arms around Gren’s back as he leaned forward to press his cheek against Gren’s shoulder.

“I love you too, Gren.”

RKW taglist: @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs

#spoiler alert: Yera's father does not die and is still alive when Anchesh returns from Rade years later #Yera comes back and is like “what have you two been up to hmm” and they're like “literally we just talked about our feelings”#as I was writing this I had this realization that Anchesh and Gren are givers but for two different reasons and this brings them conflict #Gren is just Like That. his whole identity is based around giving. it comes with the himbo archetype #but also he doesn't see any reason to be selfish. he is fundamentally a lover in the same way Tatya is #Anchesh on the other hand would still absolutely be a kind person if he wasn't traumatized but his giving is defined by that trauma #he gives because he doesn't want to be like his mother. doesn't want to make his internal life everyone else's problem #but he also has been taught by his mother that his only value is in what he can give and how he can support other people's needs (hers)#so he minimizes himself expertly. even when he shouldn't. because it's kinder not to be outwardly depressed - right?#because it's better not to be the burden that he knows he is - right?#I didn't intend for these scenes to trace Anchesh's descent into further depression #but like. it's kind of hard not to trace that line. it informs so much about his relationships and what he struggles with in them #anyway ren here's a feast lol #c: Marcus #c: Gren #wip: iecunem #rose brambles #rose's kiss week #rose writ

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paunchsalazar · 2 years

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blind leading the blind

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #ouran #kaoru hitachiin #hikaru hitachiin #kyoya ootori #mitsukuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #my art #insane that they're all still more competent than tamaki at this....#when he calls kyoya for what to wear to his date and kyoya bitches him out like you absolute monster you're asking the gayest guy alive #who has never been on a date and was in love w you for years...#and kyoya still gives better advice lol

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unboundpower · 3 months

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Planet Vegeta (Sadala) timeline headcanons.

Because I'm salty canon slapped together a garbage continuity (*cringes @ the various retcons, inconsistencies, and Episode of Bardock*), but did nothing with it at the same time. CW for death and war and geno/cide and all that; the Saiyans are indeed the Saiyans.

— The Tuffles and Saiyans were native to Sadala & lived on it for hundreds of thousands of years. One can assume they originally belonged to the same "species class" before evolution caused the two groups to split and deviate from one another.

— The Tuffles became more intellectually & technology advanced far quicker than the Saiyans. While the Tuffles eventually built towns & cities, the Saiyans still maintained a fairly primitive hunter-gatherer lifestyle - only difference being that Saiyans typically lived in solitude or in very small groups (typically a mother with her children). There was little sense of community among the Saiyans.

— At some point, a few Saiyans among their kind transformed into their Oozaru forms for the first time upon the night of a full moon. They rampaged worldwide, but the Tuffles managed to protect their civilizations. They had no idea just what those beasts were, but never fully pieced it together that those were Saiyans. For every subsequent full moon, that occurred on the planet every 100 years, the Tuffles devised elaborate protection plans.

— At some point, some Tuffles actually welcomed Saiyans into their territories. However, some Saiyans thought it best to try and steal food or resources from them. They were usually repelled, and the Tuffles collectively lost their sense of hospitality. Tensions steadily built up between the two races.

— Over time, Saiyans grew physically stronger - likely because they had to rely on their own natural skills for survival due to their lack of technology - than the Tuffles with every passing generation. Trespassing worsened to literal invasion attempts, and the deaths of multiple Tuffles with every one. It became a widely accepted belief that Tuffles and Saiyans could and would never get along.

— The conflict peaked when one Saiyan, a female adult named Vegeta, managed to rally dozens of Saiyans together to try and take over the planet. To do so, she and her allies sought to wipe out the Tuffles. The Saiyans launched a coordinated attack, and because each individual's might was greater, the Tuffles struggled to fight back with their weaponry. The battle waged for days.

— Everything was decided when a full moon once again shined down. All of the Saiyans transformed, and the Tuffles had no hope of victory. By sunrise of the next day, the majority of the Tuffle population was decimated. Whoever was left, and discovered, was picked off.

— After this event, Vegeta fought for her right to rule over her kin, meeting challengers head on. As she was the only one left standing in the end of those bouts, it was accepted that she was the strongest Saiyan. She would hold absolute leadership over them and complete control of the world. She renamed it "Planet Vegeta".

— This is where the Saiyans started to become more involved with technology themselves, as they learned from what survived of the Tuffles' culture, and gradually built an advanced society. Vegeta became the first queen. However, the Saiyan's class system didn't come into effect until Vegeta had her first children as ruler sometime later.

— Her eldest child & son, Vegeta II, thought of himself and those of similar power levels so highly that he believed they deserved to be held in a more important regard than those weaker. When Vegeta I grew too old to hold her position as monarch, he followed a ritual of combating other Saiyans who also sought the throne. He was the sole survivor when it finished. The final step was to battle and kill his mother, giving her an honorable death while simultaneously proving his worth. He succeeded.

— King Vegeta II implemented new social divisions based on power. If a Saiyan was pitifully weak, they were now considered low class. If they were "average", they were middle class. Saiyans with excellent strength, he included, were first class or "elite". Treatment based on these guidelines resulted in the elites having first dibs on the best food and resources, while low class Saiyans were given scraps.

— During his reign, King Vegeta II oversaw the development of what became recognized as the Saiyan's scouters and attack pods. Scouters were merely updated from leftover schematics of the Tuffle's communicators, but attack pods were made with the purpose of being able to travel through space. The king saw a future of his kin sinking their fangs into other worlds, to conquer them and take what they deserved as the universe's mightiest race. He formed the first incarnation of the Saiyan Army, having soldiers be equipped with newly developed armor and tools they would need while out on the field.

Nursing capsules weren't invented until much later, when medical care overall evolved further. Saiyan children needed to be born to keep the race alive of course, but it was inconvenient for female Saiyans to stay on planet rearing their children instead of being active in the army. So, technology that would effectively keep a newborn alive independently of their mother was created. It soon turned to literal zygotes or fetuses being removed from the mother to grow in capsules.

A brilliant scientist invented the Power Ball technique, allowing Saiyans to transform without needing to rely on full moons. This in turn established a training regimen that would teach a Saiyan how to control their Oozaru state.

— King Vegeta II did away with the dominion ritual, and designated his first son - Vegeta III - as being his heir & next in line for the throne automatically. This solidified the naming tradition and its association with the royal family.

— Towards the end of Vegeta II's reign / In the beginning of Vegeta III's reign, the Cold family set their sights on their planet, thanks to the Saiyan's rising infamy through the cosmos. The Saiyan Army was forcibly integrated into the Cold Force / Planet Trade Organization (PTO).

That's about it I think. Pls excuse any grammar or spelling errors you may have saw.

#worldbuilding.#saved.#/ this is LONG lol but it'll be what i personally refer to when applicable \#/ shallot & giblet's era was when the tuffles were alive & thriving. a bit b4 their mom thirsted for power & blood \#/ they were whisked through time b4 the war so they have no idea the tuffles were obliterated \#/ still wondering if they would have mixed feelings abt that. \#/ also if they even knew their mom's name was vegeta. because \#/ she could've never told them her name. she was their mom & they would just call her mom \#/ b4 she gave them the boot that is. ''ok you can kill & find your own food now. gudbye'' \#/ i imagine they have more siblings outside of just each other but thats not relevant. they're all dead now anyway \

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wikiangela · 6 months

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 💖

making more progress on alive shannon yaaay! this fic is gonna be such a mix of angst and fluff, and I hope i'll get the angst part right bc I'm not good at it, and so far a lot of after-accident stuff is turning out too cute lol (gonna fix it soon with the bombing lol) here's a lil buddie moment finally haha (they're not in love here yet but obvi there's always been something - and it's so hard to write them not in love and pining bc in my fics they're always in love already haha)

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“So, it’s weird, isn’t it?” he asks, then takes a huge gulp of his beer.

“What is?” Buck asks carefully, grabbing the second bottle and opening it.

“This whole thing.” Eddie shrugs. “Shan being here. Was it weird?” he nods towards the living room, indicating Buck hanging out with her before Eddie came home. Buck thinks for a moment, not really sure how to answer.

“I mean, I guess a little bit? Not as much as I expected, we just watched TV.” It’s Buck’s turn to shrug. “It was fine. It is fine. A little awkward, but we literally just met, so hopefully that changes. Since, you know, she’s here to stay, and I’m- I’m, uh- I guess I’m here often enough, so I don’t want it to be awkward and stuff-” he stumbles over his words, suddenly not sure why it’s even important for him and her to get along. It would be so easy for them to just not see each other. It’s not like Eddie and Shannon are gonna hang out all the time now, after she’s better and gets back to her own life. All that’s gonna connect them after the divorce is Chris. So, really, Buck has no reason to want to get along with her beyond her staying here for now. They don’t have to be friends, and if it’s weird for a couple weeks, so what?

“Buck.” Eddie interrupts his rambling, his eyes softening. “I know what you mean. I- I kinda hoped you guys would get along, is that stupid?” he chuckles. And, well, it’s settled now, Buck has to make friends with her, doesn’t he? “Since you’re, you know, Christopher’s best friend.” he adds with amusement, and Buck beams. But then Eddie sighs and shakes his head. “And he’s so happy to have her around.”

“I noticed.” Buck smiles.

“Yeah. He loves being able to just go into another room and hug her, talk to her, have her help him with his homework, play games with him. Just have a relationship with her again. He’s actually-” he laughs. “He’s teaching her to play his favorite video games, and she sucks at it. So bad. He’s determined, though.” Eddie gets that look on his face he always gets when talking about Chris, so much love and fondness and adoration. It might be one of Buck’s favorite expressions of his. Not that he has any favorites, of course, that’d be weird. He’s not analyzing his best friend’s face and looks and smiles, and he’s definitely not making sure to remember every single one, mentally filing them carefully in the rapidly growing drawer with Eddie’s name on it in his mind.

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#seven sentence sunday #the alive shannon fic #shannon diaz #buddie wip #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #not sure how i feel about the ending of this bc they're not supposed to be in love yet but idk lmao #(also eddie is turning out way too open in the convo that follows this and idk how i feel about that either lol)#still stuck on one scene and it's driving me crazy that it's not done and im just moving on with the fic lol gotta get to it soon haha #also so excited to jump into this whole dynamic!! eddie trying to navigate it all and buck not knowing where he fits in aahhh

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may i request our favorite emotionally repressed polar bear for the character bingo?? 👀

I'll have you know, that all I saw was this notification:

and instantly knew you meant Barnacles. 🐻‍❄️

dang almost 5 bingos-

top row: I am mentally ill about him actually /pos. I think anyone who's been following me for a second knows this 😌 he makes me Feral and oh the headcanons. by gosh the headcanons. they're everywhere. they are falling out of my hat.

not much to say about the 2nd and 3rd rows other than Yeah ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

"Everyone else is wrong about them": okay "everyone" is a strong word lmao- this is p much just referring to a couple really specific takes I've seen in the wild and didn't like 😂

"Canon isn't real if I don't look at it": only if my theories get debunked one day. this applies to all my theories tbh BUT if my Manitoba theory gets disproven I will simply ✨ ✨ look away ✨ ✨

if anything happens to him I will cry, when things DO happen to him I DO cry- but also he's so angstable and the manatees episode is one of my top favs so--

and I love what Above and Beyond is doing with him so far—which is very related to his aforementioned emotional repression 👁️👁️ they're setting him up for a really good story- I can feel it in my bones 🦴🦴

surprisingly, I don't have much else to say about him?? at least nothing that I haven't talked about a million times already. I hope he has more bonding moments with Tunip. I hope he and Natquik talk about the time he was away. I hope he and Tracker get to hang out, just as buds. I hope he gets an episode alone with Calico Jack. I hope they touch more on his claustrophobia, or even some of his other fears (storms, being alone, his friends getting hurt, etc). I hope we get an in-universe reason for his family's absence in AnB.

Yeah, ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯.

*squeaks him like a teddy bear with a prerecorded message inside, but instead of a cute little "you got this!" or one of his catchphrases, it just BLASTS the octo-alert at 1000% ultra maximum+ volume*

:)) he.

#ask #to be fair. i am pretty sure all of the polar bears in this show are emotionally repressed #but i 💕 assume 💕 you meant him lol #octonauts #captain barnacles #i don't know what his aesthetic is but i like it <3 #ig it's like. sea captain. nautical stuff yk #yeah #anb: ''actually the manitoba crew is still alive they're just not around anymore and it wasn't a traumatic experience at all''#''and tweak definitely wasn't there.''#me: *I Do Not See It* 🙈 /j

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