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steveharringtonat3am · 2 months

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helloo! I was thinking about Steve being soft about reader. Reader is sick and can't take medicine, like reader has a fear of swallowing pills something like that and Steve is there to help the reader. Thank you very much!! I hope you're having a good day too! 💕

You’ve always hating being sick. You can’t really remember when it started, maybe when you were small and got a fever so high your mom had to run a cold cloth over your forehead so you wouldn’t overheat. Or maybe when you caught that cold and your throat was so scratchy you wanted to just pull it out.

But you weren’t a little kid anymore, so you had to tough it out.

The next day at work was horrible. Your whole body hurt, your throat was aching and dry no matter how much water you drank, and you couldn’t stop sneezing. You told Steve you were busy with work, to avoid the daily lunch break phone call. You knew he would hear your illness in your voice and you couldn’t bear to burden him like that.

Steve was the most caring boyfriend you’d ever had. He was always going out of his way to do things like picking up your favourite snacks, filling up your car with gas, even taking bugs from your apartment outside. He had never seen you sick before and you just know he’ll go overboard.

You barely manage the drive home but the need to curl on the couch and watch movies all night is enough to push you through.

‘Dinner is a problem for later.’ You think to yourself as you toss your coat onto a chair, stumbling to your bedroom to change into one of Steves’ sweaters and a pair of pyjama pants. A chill has suck it’s way into your bones and you quickly burrow onto your couch and wrap a blanket around yourself. You about to turn on a movie when your phone begins to buzz. A glance at the screen, glowing with Steves’ cheesy smile and you wince. He knows your home and he definitely knows something is up since you always call on your drive home since you like the company.

“Hi baby!” You pick up, trying to keep the sore throat out of your voice.

“Hey babe. Haven’t talked to you all day! You want me to come over? I can bring takeout.” You grip your blanket in uncertainty. Your apartment is definitely riddled with germs and getting Steve sick would be worse than him seeing you like this.

“N-no no it’s alright. I’m feeling a bit tired so I’m probably going to bed now.” A weak lie that you know he’ll see right through.

“…It’s six o’clock. Are you feeling alright baby?” He’s so concerned you could cry.

“Yep! Great. Timeforbedokaybyeiloveyou!” You hang up quickly, tossing your phone to the other side of the couch in embarrassment. Hopefully you’ll wake up better tomorrow and you can pretend this never happened.

The knock on the door startles you awake. You blink as your eyes come into focus, crawling out of the warm cocoon you had built to stumble to the door. The light of your oven reads 7:06. You swing the door open and your heart sinks immediately. Steve, still in his work uniform, holds bags of takeout, a soft grin on his face.

“Hi sweetheart.” He greets you with a soft kiss on the cheek before slipping into your apartment. You lock the door, guilt settling in your stomach.

When you join him in the kitchen, he’s unpacking the food. He sets a large container of soup in the microwave and your mouth waters just a bit.

“I could tell you were feeling a bit under the weather so I got you some wonton soup from that place you like. And I picked up some tylenol in case you were achy and some regular cold medicine if you want that. It’s cherry flavoured.” He smiles so sweet at you that you might cry.

“I-I can’t take tylenol.” You know you should thank him, but the bottle of pills is the first thing on your mind.

“Why not?”

“I just…I don’t like swallowing pills. They feel like they get stuck in my throat and they just don’t-don’t go down.” It sounds stupid saying it but you know you should. You had never been able to get down pills, unless they were so tiny you didn’t notice.

“That’s alright babe. How about I split it and you try that?” You inspect the pills as you decide. The groove in the middle means splitting it is safe, and you think you could manage each half.

“Okay…” You watch carefully as he severs the pill with a knife, grabbing you a glass of water to wash it down. He hands it to you and pretends to not watch.

It takes you a second to get over the mental hurdle, placing the piece in your mouth and immediately taking a gulp of water. The pill manages to get lost in the liquid and you swallow with ease. You take the other piece and swallow once more. When it goes down, you show Steve with a smile and he grins proudly.

“Good job babe!” He pours you some soup, grabbing a bowl of fried rice for himself as you both head to the couch to eat. You relax into him as the soup calms your throat.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Steve.” You smile up at him and he mirrors it.

“Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

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degloved · 20 days

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the main "criticism" (term used loosely) of saw x by and large seems to be not the cruelty of the traps themselves, but the utterly inadequate time given to complete them. cruelty does sort of come with the territory & debating the "right" dose for a saw movie is an exercise in futility, yet the almost laughably and woefully meager three minutes on the clock seem to be something of a hang-up to most people. "how were they meant to beat these traps?" "shouldn't john have given them a chance?" "valentina came so close, she did everything, it's not fair" which, while seemingly reasonable questions, all find their answer in one small fact: john kramer has an insatiable hunger for revenge. this is a character flaw that he himself cannot abide by, that he finds… distasteful. the jigsaw dogma is a metaphorical wool that he pulls over his own eyes, it's a distraction from the truth, it's his copium. the man invented a pseudo-religion to justify his crimes, which is… well, haven't men been inventing religions for this express purpose since the dawn of time? it's only in line with the trend.

point being, his gracious gift of a whole three minutes to saw one's leg off and extract bone marrow, to saw one's skull open and pick out brain matter, to break one's bones while being cooked alive by a radiation machine—it's… for his benefit more than anyone else's. deep down, he's never expected them to beat their tests. he never expects anyone to do so (but if they do, it's whatever at that point—because at the very least they've suffered.) though that's a tough pill to swallow, and he chooses not to. time and time again, he chooses not to. when he sat on that bench in that park, enjoying a lovely day out while fantasizing about a petty thief getting his fingers broken one by one & getting his eyes sucked out, he revealed everything. he revealed how much of a farce rehabilitation is, he revealed how much he'd rather see a person killed horribly than anything else. he revealed that he too likes how brutality feels.

he'd have us think the victims are picked somewhat at random, that he's simply being a good samaritan giving any old lowlife nobody a "new chance at life." he's not! cecil caused the death of gideon. amanda was one of the reasons cecil did what he did (and btw do not for a second think that hoffman was going to tell john something he didn't already know. amanda died for nothing in iii, because why else would have john targeted her in the first place?), easton and his buddies fucked john over insurance-wise, bobby offended john's sensibilities, kerry was too deep in the case, lawrence was a bit of a dick to him at the hospital... so on and forth. every last one of them a target of john's revenge fantasies, even if they did arrive wrapped up in layers of delusion and grandeur.

he still loved amanda though. and make no mistake abt that

#saw #saw x #john kramer

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be-curious-and-not-judgemental · 8 months

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Lots of commentary on Penelope and Colin lately. I thought I'd throw my two cents in (I'm old and have lived the Fandom life before Tumblr existed).

My thoughts? Book wasn't great, but out of the ones I read, their book was the best for me (don't get me started on Benedict's book, oof). I like how the show has made Colin and Penelope true friends, definitely more than what happened in the book.

In the book, I think the world of Penelope. And the fun-loving Colin too, although I was a bit... disturbed at jealous, angry Colin. In the show, I think they gave much of Colin's charms to Benedict but I still like Colin's kind of moral compass. He's young and impulsive and generally a good person. He's a great son to Violet, a great brother and a good friend to Pen. He is also a little clueless about his true emotions. He says things without meaning offense, not necessarily thoughtless or unkind, just lacking insight. So what we interpret is this great guy who unknowingly leads Pen on. I don't think he means to, she's his very close friend. But unfortunately, he does sort of push the boundaries of propriety with her. Holds her hand, takes her into private rooms and closes the door, tells her how special she is. I can only imagine how confused Penelope would be. Everything points to his growing affection. Until she hears him state otherwise. And regardless if he didn't mean for her to hear, it was kind of a cruel, especially the laughter. Ouch!

Now onto Penelope. She's allowed to be upset. She read the signals and unfortunately, she read them wrong. Everything she's ever known about courtship is from her perception of society. She watched Marina take Colin into a private room with the intent to seduce (and to this day, she would be clueless as to what happened in that room). So when Colin grabs her hand and takes her into a private room, well, she's thinking that Colin is into her! Then he dances with her, tells her she's special and he'll always look after her. I mean, she was riding Cloud Nine. So for her to hear him laugh about courting her, well, that's gotta be a tough pill to swallow. So let her have some anger and be upset. She's allowed emotions. Honestly, I'm sure even if she's angry at Colin (and Eloise), she's having just as hard time looking internally and discovering that part of her problems stem from her own issues and fallacy of reading too much into things. I mean, she's done some very questionable things. Things that were not pretty. She has hurt people with her lies. But she also isn't the villain that some people make her out to be. The show clearly shows her expressing remorse for doing awful things. She sobs after delivering the LW about Marina and is seen crying as she writes about Eloise. I'm not sure the show will have her apologize but I don't think they'll show as this selfish manipulator that a lot of people tend to see her as. She's supposed to make errors. She's young and for the first time in her short life has got people talking about something that she created. So she's probably making questionable choices with her skewed sense of importance.

All I want for season 3 is to see them fall in love. Not with an idealized sense of love (Penelope) but truly accepting each other's everything. I love a good Friends to Lovers trope, and I think Luke and Nicola are gonna be incredible. I'm excited (and I'd be more excited if they released a date, a picture, a hint, anything about season 3).

#polin #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton

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skepticalarrie · 2 months

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Hi Allie. Idk if you’re still answering questions, especially about bbg. But if you are….. do you think L lost fans after everything going down the last few years? I still don’t know how I feel abt that .. tbh

That's a tough question. I think he did lose some fans because of it, but it wasn't overnight. So I'm not sure if there were *that many* fans who were die-hard one day and then just left without looking back because of babygate. It was more of a gradual thing. A lot of people were already feeling a bit tired because his image wasn't the same anymore anyway. One Direction days are starting to feel like a really long time ago now, and some things just stay in the past I guess. Not to mention a bunch of new fans coming in during his solo career, and you know, things change, a major rebrand happened.

So yeah, a lot of people were disappointed and pretty upset with Louis about it. It's a bitter pill to swallow. But like I said, we're talking about stuff from a decade ago. If his documentary had come out in 2017 or 2018, that might have been a different story. Back then, there were still so many people fighting over the whole babygate situation. But now, enough time has passed that we’re not even majority anymore, under any perspective. (And the same goes when it comes to Larry)

Speaking for myself, it's been a lot to adjust to. Things just aren't the same around here, so it's only natural for me that I had to take a step back because I'm just fucking tired. I still love his music, but I see him as way more flawed than I used to, and there are a lot of things that I just don't care about anymore.

#ask #babygate

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son1c · 11 months

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Can’t stop thinking about Gale lol

I have a few questions. First, how would Prime Sonic react to Gale? Better yet, how would Prime Shadow react to him? What happens if Gale comes in contact with the last chaos emerald Shadow has? Would he go Super or something? WAIT. Back track. How would Shadow react to his shatter-selves? I don’t think I’ve seen anything about that yet. Or did Shadow split up? Does he not exist anymore?

Sorry for all the questions 😅

at first, prime sonic would think he was REALLY COOL. but after finding out about how gale has literally sunken ships and left people to drown (granted, people who were evil, like the zetis), he'd be... off put. prime sonic is big on giving people the opportunity to change... while gale is big on doing what he thinks needs to be done.

so, it'd be a little unsettling for prime sonic, to see a version of himself that doesn't have the restraint he does. that simply enacts swift justice upon his foes with ruthless efficiency. is the flooded world better for it? maybe. those blasted zeti WERE hurting people. but it's a tough pill for him to swallow regardless.

prime shadow would be more on board with gale. that kind of powerful presence and decisive action vibes with him A LOT. plus, prime shadow would be able to tell... that gale has the missing emeralds. like, right away. the positive energy overflowing... like the sun without sunscreen... he'd take an interest in it, since gale himself doesn't seem aware of what he's harboring.

with the introduction of the 7th chaos emerald, nothing would happen. just holding it wouldn't be enough. after all, it's just a rock. going super is an action--one that gale has never done before and one he doesn't know how to do.

i've talked about how shadow would react to prism (discomfort and a bit of locked down jealousy). and i THINK i've mentioned that bermuda would scare him a little, as a reminder of who he could've become if he'd fallen down the path of endless grief. halcyon might bring him some peace though.

not sure what you mean by "did shadow split up"... he still exists. just like prime sonic still exists. for the fun of having them interact with my au versions of them!

#catiecat1320 #10verse

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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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Don't worry I'm definitely not rushing!! There's so much content and I'm still learning- stuff like wizards and warlocks scare me since they seem so complicated so I've been using Karlach and Lazael since they seem more straight forward for now. Astarion is definitely my favorite playstyle though- I've always loved Ninjas so being able to do 2 bonus actions is...*so* nice! Yeah- I can't say I'm surprised at the fixation 😅

Admittedly, I do absolutely adore him and am looking forward to writing for him; already have a fic in progress in fact- but I've seen a very similar thing happen to another character where he's either made entirely negative and insane or entirely positive and has to be "protected" when it's really a mix of both. Some parts of fandom I think are just like that 😅 Glad I found here and other more indie blogs who focus on npcs and niches though too so I get a wider variety!!

I'm so weak to being patronized and being talked to all condescending like and I just imagine this mean, bully male drow just targeting this crybaby Human in camp. They try to act all tough, but the drow just knows they're being a brat so he'll put them in their place. He's so damn *mean*- and he only gets worse when they run to their camp mates for help, or to hide. He steals your diary, telling you to "come get it" in a note he leaves them and they have no choice but to reluctantly leave their camp mates tent to go into the forest. It's dark- and even with their weapons, the Human's hypervigilant- but they still get taken off guard. Pulled back against a tree by their fragile little throat. Reading their most personal thoughts to blackmail them- ugh. Their crush in camp- how desperate they are, maybe even their secret kinks and desires? Gods, I'm so weak.

Oh God- or imagine a Human who's *scared* of the dark? Or a Drow who makes them scared of the dark by constantly frightening them during it? The predator/prey dynamic? *Please*. Also, self-indulgent(like all this *isn't* lmao-) because I'm sick atm and can't take large pills but Drow watching a Human work themself up to taking the medicine and just- taking it himself and then kissing them to force it in their mouth, not breaking it till they swallow, purple fingers dragging down their throat to make them shiver and raise thier shoulders. You've ruined me author. I can't do this. 😭 When I transfer my side blog to my new main blog I may have to write something for this dynamic because of you. So glad I could make your day a little brighter like you do ours lovely! Thank you for all that you do, as always! Sorry this is so long- the writer inspiration hit out of nowhere lol ❤️ -S

Fuck yeah ninja Astarion, let's fucking go!

That sounds wonderful anon, feel free to share your fic whenever you're finished <3 I'm sure it will be amazing.

And god yes, you get it, the whole human kink thing. Especially how condcending the elves would be with it, fuck especially the drows who already think they're above other elves.

Like maybe the other species keep their restraints a bit while in the party with the human, as much as their mind runs wild, they attempt to show some decorum and dignity. Only act like the perverts they are when the human isn't watching.

But once the male drow joins them? He's picking on the pathetic little human on his first day. Pulling and picking at your clothes, asking if humans really just walk around wearing slutty clothes all day?

He probably gets off on tormenting you, reminding you how he's hundreds of years older than you so you should shush your pretty little mouth and let him do what he wants, afterall aren't you humans so obsessed with showing respect for age? Then show him the respect he deserves whenever he pulls you on his lap, out of the blue and without a care to whoever is watching.

It's like second nature to him how casually he demeans your entire being, everything you ever hoped to achieved he probably has already, every place you wanted to see or travel to he has already seen, most historical events you read about he has lived through himself.

So in every way, he tells you that he clearly better than you. So don't go whining whenever he steals your diary and taunts you with all of your embarrassing secrets, or whenever he takes something precious from you and make you beg for him to give it back.

He teaches you some words in drow elvish, excepts they're completely not what he told you they meant. Watching you confidently call yourself his personal slut when you thought you were saying something else. Refuses to give you his name, makes you use all of these titles that are so humiliating to yell outloud midbattle, but he won't help you if you don't use them so poor you.

#♡human kink #♡drow kink #♡male drow #♡human reader #♡-S

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plush-rabbit · 2 years

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League of Villains + Sick S/O

Request: Hi Plush I am really sick right now and I need me some love. So may I request a sick S/O who is more concerned with the league’s health more than her own and they start to catch on to this? I also really love your work!! And I hope you're having a good day!

A/N: There are multiple sick people in this headcanon!!

Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin has been sick before, and he’s always toughed it out- taken the random pills prescribed- or stolen most times- drank ginger ale, and ate soup. All the remedies told to him by the internet, but when you’re constantly in fear of hurting yourself due to the fear of not being yourself, stress is always present and leads the sickness to be worse than they should be. Most of the time, he usually goes on until he’s unable to breathe due to congestion or until he passes out and his body forces him to rest.

This time, his sickness isn’t as bad as it was many times before. It’s a bit of sniffles and a cough that sounds wet with phlegm, but nothing that can’t be taken care of with some over the counter medicine once the initial grogginess fades. Of course, this time with his sickness, he has you around, and he has forgotten just how nice it was to be taken care of. When he wakes up with a stuffy nose and a headache, he already knows that today is going to be a sick day, and the only thing that gives him away is the fact that when he coughs, it’s loud enough to give you a fright.

Almost immediately, you make him sit back down on the bed, your hands coming to cup his cheeks, and he looks up at you with heavy bags under his eyes. His cheeks must be flushed with how hot his face feels and yet, you still put the back of your hand against his forehead, tutting and muttering about how hot he is. He doesn’t have it in him to make any comments about what you’ve just said and instead watches as you look through the nightstand in hopes of finding a thermometer. You come up empty handed, and before you can speak, he yawns, tears in the corner of his eyes and body feeling as if the blood and bones in him were replaced with lead. You coo his name softly and walk back towards him. Your hand places itself on the swell of his breast, your soft push more than enough to make him fall back into bed.

With you around, it makes being sick so easy. You bring him all that he needs, and he gets to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair. His eyes are closed, and your fingers are threaded through his hair, playing with the short strands when he hears you muffle a cough. It sounds awful, and he stays still, rationalizing that you probably just swallowed wrong, but you do it again, and he lifts himself up, bones aching in response and arms feeling like jelly. He means it in the best way possible, but you’ve looked better. Your face has a tint to it, and your eyes are half lidded, unable to stay open as he looks at you, his hand goes to brush at your cheek and he can feel how clammy you are. You’re sick- far worse than he is, and he’s just resting on your lap as you've been waiting on him.

Of course, you’d be sick when he was finally being taken care of, but then that thought feels mean. You’ve been taking care of him, and his sickness isn’t anything more than a common cold. He’s taken care of himself countless times, he can handle a little cough when you look like you’re unable to keep yourself awake. The back of his hand presses against your forehead like you did to his, and he can feel the warmth seep into his hand. You look awful and you must feel awful, and yet, you kept it a secret to take care of him. Jin leans over to kiss where his hand once was, the fever warming a section of him. While he may not be the caretaker that you are, he certainly takes after you. He’s giving in all sorts of ways, making doubles to go and tend to any need that you may have that requires him to leave your side. He was clingy before, and he’ll stay clingy. He isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long if he can help it.

Dabi:

You’ve always held somewhat of a parental personality around the rest of the League. Whether it’s because that’s just your nature or you were the most put together out of the rest, Dabi isn’t exactly sure. He watches as you flutter around, trying to find whatever it was that was requested of you. That’s all that he does- watch. It’s not all of the League who take advantage, but some certainly do. The youngest member is most guilty of doing just that- relishing in your parental care, wanting to keep all your attention on her, and holding onto you with a firm grip when she happens to get hurt in battle; even if it is just a scratch, a tiny flesh wound that only needs a bandaid to help from getting infected. It always puts a mean look on his face- furrowed brows, hunched shoulders and hands fisted in his pockets.

There’s been a nasty cold floating around the city and even though he and the others usually stay inside, you and Mr. Compress have made it your shared goal of going out and collecting items needed. It would only make sense that whatever was infecting the city, had seeped into you and spread the cold to the inhabitants of the once abandoned hotel. It all starts off with a cough that has everyone eyeing the victim, and then it spreads to restless nights and time spent over the toilet purging the helpless soul of all its contents. The latter that had helped you with “shopping” has also fallen ill, leaving you to go out and collect what is needed.

Miraculously, he has remained uninfected- you’ve joked that despite his poor hygiene, his quirk must be helpful in aiding a boost in his immune system. That comment had him giving you a stern look that only made you laugh. The rest of the League has fallen ill, and while no one expects Dabi to do more than place the medicine in the bedside table, you of course, do more. The rest rely on you, and you spend your time caring for each if allowed. Of course, they start to take advantage of that- moaning about how their head hurts, or that their muscles are sore. It’s late in the night when you creep back into the room, and collapse onto the bed, making a poor attempt to cover yourself with the wrinkled blanket. He thinks nothing of it, too deep in sleep to wake up, but only able to toss an arm around you, heat coursing through your back.

Everyone else has had the time to rest- been able to stay in a room and be coddled by you. The restless nights have finally ceased, and everyone sleeps in. He wakes up with a strain, vision still unfocused with sleep. He turns to you, and his hand lifts to caress at your cheek, the only bit of intimacy that he can offer this early in the morning. His eyes widen at the contact- you’re warm- far too warm than you usually are. His hand pulls away, and he knows that you’re sick- for who knows how long- perhaps when you first started to do run with Mr. Compress. And then the realization hits that you’ve been taking care of the others and you hardly had anytime to actually rest. You’ve been wearing yourself thin these past few days, far too short bursts of rest that litter between the day couldn’t be enough for you to actually rest and regain your energy.

Dabi lifts himself up, and rummages through the room, and all the noise that he makes must wake you. He feels a pang of guilt when you croak out his name, and when he turns to you, you look away from him, grabbing at the discarded blanket and twisting the loose thread around your index. You sound sick, and you must know that. He wonders if that’s why you always wake up before him. You’re sick, he says outloud, and you don’t rebuttal it, you only shrug your shoulders. Somewhere down the corridor, someone coughs loudly, and it offers a chain effect, ending with you who sounds far the worst. He finds the stash of medicine that you’ve placed in the last drawer and hands you the packet of pills and water. He understands that you want to go out and help the rest, but he can’t let that happen. His eyes follow you as you rip the packet open and take the medicine, and you can’t seem to meet his eyes. A part of him wants to ask how long you’ve been sick, but asking that won’t heal you, nor will it make anyone feel better in this scenario. He isn’t good at taking care of anyone- he can hardly do it for himself- but he tries. Everyone else can help themselves at this point, and you look exhausted. You don’t even put up much of a fight when he pushes you to lay back on the bed, you simply lay down with a soft ‘thump’ and watch as he locks the door, coming back to bed to lay beside you. Instantly, you curl up against him, humming in content when his hand splays across your back, the heat that he emanates seeping to your strained muscles.

Iguchi Shuichi:

Shuichi doesn’t often have much to say, preferring to be an observer or anything else. There are times when he'll snap back an insult or make a comment with a wide grin that shows off his teeth. With you beside him, he notices just how quiet he is when you’re the more talkative one- making conversation and pulling him into it to get his opinion. There’s so much to notice about you- how you want him to be included, how you want to help others despite your partner actively being somewhat against that. You have this quality around you that pulls people towards you, and to top it all off, you’re extremely caring of others. For better or for worse, he’s taken notice of how you tend to push yourself, and for the most part it isn’t exactly anything worrisome. You like to help people- it’s in your nature to, and unless you’re actively ignoring your own needs, then he won’t interfere. You never go to the extreme, you just become parental.

It doesn’t come to a surprise when a member of the league happens to get hurt on a mission. It was bound to happen with the riskier parts of the plan finally paving the way, and the quality of life that they all live in. Of course, you take it upon yourself to help the ill member, lightly chastising him when he tells you that they aren’t hurt enough to warrant you. But, he can’t change your opinion, you’ve set your mind to it, and the only thing that he can do is remind you to not push yourself with a peck given at your forehead to end the sentence. You’ve taken it on yourself to help them feel better despite that you’re already wearing yourself thin with other responsibilities. Taking care of an ill person is a hefty responsibility, and when he notices that they’re pulling all your attention away, he feels jealousy start to bubble up and then worry when you come into the shared bedroom late into the night, collapsing beside him without doing any of your nightly routine.

He fears that you haven’t even had a chance to properly rest during everything that’s already been happening. He’s aware that he isn’t the most heartfelt person that there is, and that he can be rough around the edges, but he’s taken notice of every little thing of yours- how you’re slowler to wake up, how you’re making sure the others aren’t getting sick by cleaning every surface, how you still go out to find groceries and return late into the night, how you’ve stopped doing some of your routines for an extra bit of sleep. It seems that exhaustion is finally creeping up on you. Whenever he tries to bring it up, you wave off his worries, telling him that there’s no need to worry so much. You’re good at convincing him to drop the subject- all you really have to do is kiss the tip of his snout and he’s unable to sputter out more than a few syllables.

When he catches you over the sink, gripping the sides until your knuckles pale, he finally demands that you rest. It’s easy to tell just how sick you are- your eyes are unable to hold themselves open, you look as if you’re going to be sick at any moment, and the warmth from your fever is enough to tell him that whatever you have is taking a toll on you. He demands bed rest from you, leading you towards the bed as you weakly proclaim how you still have things to finish and how they still haven’t fully recovered, he tells you that that is someone else’s problem when you yourself are incapable of even standing upright. It isn’t upon you to take care and neglect your own health just because someone else happens to be hurt.

Surprisingly, Shuichi is a rather good caretaker, but only because he takes after you. He takes on a gentle role, his hand smoothing away when you furrow your brows, the sharp end of his claws dragging slowly across your exposed skin, tracing organic shapes and connecting freckles that dot your skin. Waiting on your every need, he does his best to rush through it- he isn’t fond of leaving you alone for too long. Despite your protests that he’ll get sick, he sticks close to you, letting you lay your head on his chest as he plays a video game, watching the screen shift in color and scene. He's punctual with your medication, making sure to wake you so you don’t skip the spoonful of syrup. Of course, he’s taken notice of how your face scrunches up in displeasure and bitterness at the magenta colored syrup, so he knows has something sweet for you to eat afterwards.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro thrives under any type of attention- it’s an indescribable satisfaction that he gets from knowing that all eyes are on him- and perhaps others, but he’s part of the bigger picture. Under your own eyes, he wants to be your top priority- or at least one of the more important ones. He’s constantly around you- always seeming to touch you with a hand on your knee or your hand pulled onto his lap. He likes knowing that he’s the one making you laugh, that you have your eyes on him. It’s not often that he falls ill, but there are days where his arm does start to hurt as if it was still there. Phantom pains as he had read and was told by the others. It's a burning pain that makes him squirm in his seat and makes his body feel hot as if he’s running a fever. And ever the lovely partner, you tend to take care of him during this time. It’s only been a few months and he can still feel the pain- the clean tear, the shock and memories playing in his head as he’s clutching the residual limb. But you’re there, holding him and giving him the pain medication, and massaging him gently. He thrives under your attention, seemingly melting when you’re the one taking care of him.

The others try to help, but when he catches a nasty cold, and the others rather not get sick, it’s up to you to take care of him. Mixed upon with the ache of his residual limb, he’s also gotten a cold and he’s insufferable in the first days. The first day is the worst, he’s in pain with his arm and the memories of it, and it makes him feel heavier than before, slick with sweat as he’s laying in bed and drowning in his own misery. The first few days where he’s unable to keep anything down other than soup and water, are hell for him. He’s unable to stand bright lights, moaning to you that it’s the fault of his headache, and that he can’t think without the throbbing pain that echoes inside of him. But still, he’s sick and much needier than before. He doesn’t want you to leave his side, grabbing onto your hand and looking up at you with these sad eyes, you can tell that he wants- or needs you with him. You get to see a new side of him; a more childlike side of him where he whines and only eats a few bites of his meals before turning his head.

Days pass and while the sickness isn’t as strong as it once was, he’s much too comfortable to leave your care. He takes up all of your time, needing you to take care of him. While the tasks that you have to do for him aren’t as heavy as they used to be, and he’s much more tired while his body recovers, he still wants you to be around him. He’ll lay his head on your lap, beg for you to be beside him as he falls asleep. He’s been treated like an absolute prince, and with you as his caretaker, he finds it impossible to give up that release and chooses to need you. Of course, since you’ve spent every waking minute with him during his sickness, you have fallen ill. Whether it’s clouded by his own that he was unable to take notice, or that you happened to hide your symptoms well enough, he hasn’t taken notice yet.

However, you can only hide your symptoms for so long. Every sneeze is waved off with the simple excuse of allergies, and it works for the most part, but then you cough and it sounds like you’re about to hack up a lung. You’ll wave a hand to dismiss it and let him lay back on your chest, but another cough ruins its way through your body and he can hear just how awful it sounds with him pressed against your chest. It’s dry and creates a storm inside of you, thundering against your ribcage. A hand to your forehead confirms that you have a fever and when he asks if you’re feeling sick, you avert your gaze. It’s an answer, not a direct one, but an answer. He knows that he must have spread it to you during his own sickness- there’s no other source of sickness.

With Atsuhiro feeling much better than before, he’s taken on the role of being your caretaker. You give him a look, gesturing to yourself as if to say that the cycle of sick partners will just repeat, he pulls out a mask. He has a rather smug grin, but you let it slide when he offers to get you your favorite meal. He’s a caring partner, and since he was just ill, he knows exactly how you’re feeling. He knows how sore your muscles must be, and will rub at your back or palms to ease the pain. Just as he was attached to you when he was sick, he is attached to you when you’re the one who falls ill. Your exhaustion has finally caught up to you, so when he gets the chance, he always takes your temperature, marking it down to see if there’s any spikes or decreases. Whatever it is that he had, it seems that it only worsened for you, and he routinely apologizes after a coughing fit, going to make you fresh honey and lemon tea in hopes that you’d feel better.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Tomura doesn’t take well to being sick. He is an absolute child about it, complaining about how it’s difficult to breathe and how he’s hot and cold, and that everything feels too much at the moment. Sleep doesn’t come naturally to him even on his good days, his body usually running until exhaustion finally takes hold and even then it’s as if he has something to prove by forcing himself to stay awake. His body will cry for rest, muscles pulled tight and sore as if he had just walked miles without rest, and yet, he refuses to rest despite all the ache that he has. However, under your caring eye, it seems that he has softened considerably at being tended to while under an illness.

Being sick now isn’t just being locked in a room and having meals placed at his bedside, or medicine appearing at the hour, it is now your undivided attention that he has. It was difficult to notice at first- every whim and woe of his headaches being met with a cold press and pills in the palm of his hand, to whatever it was that he was craving, being placed beside him. There’s something so sweet about having someone take care of you, holding you so close to them and rubbing down their back after dry heaving over porcelain. He loves your undivided attention, every other worry and need pushed away, just for him. He doesn’t mean to, at least there’s no malintent of wanting you, but he does take advantage of your caring personality to have you under his thumb. You fret over him and he loves the attention, whining when you have to step away even if it is for something that he needs. He doesn’t want someone else to take you away even if it’s just for a moment.

Nights are already restless, and even more so with his sickness. You’ve always been aware of his awful sleep schedule, complaining that he needs to take care of himself, but it all falls to empty ears. But it’s when you’re asleep that he hears how croaky your breathing sound, how you seem to toss and turn and wake up early into the morning to go elsewhere to cough into the crook of your elbow. He does love to be taken care of by you, but even he can see just how much you’ve been worn down. You slip yourself medication before he has a chance to wake up- or at least before you think he's woken up, and that while restless, you still fall asleep quicker in the night. It doesn’t take long for him to figure out that you’re sick- at least to the equivalent that he was a few days ago.

In truth, he has recovered much quicker than he had expected. Maybe it was because you had forced him to rest, or as he’d like to tease, that it was that it helped him make a speedy recovery. That only gets him a chuckle before you’re coughing up a fit. You, of course, excuse yourself that you had swallowed wrong, patting yourself between your clavicles. Even with a pointed look, you still won’t budge, waving it off as an accidental cough, and it isn’t until he threatens to stop taking his medicine that you finally relent. You tell him that you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather, but not enough to stop caring for him. He can’t help but feel a bit guilty at the confession. He may still be sick, but it’s manageable- a stuffy nose and dry cough- nothing like his cold a few days before. It’s not bad enough to keep him confined to the bed; he’s well enough for him to take care of himself.

While he isn’t a particularly good caretaker, he is rather sweet on you. Tomura stays silent during all the gross parts of your sickness, but he’s always by your side. There’s a tissue given to you, cough drops that stick to the wrapper pulled open, are placed in your hand just a few seconds after a coughing or sneezing fit. It’s easy to tell that he doesn’t like to leave you alone when you’re sick, telling someone else to bring you something or rushing back to the room just after he’s left with a plastic bag filled with various over-the-counter medication- ranging from the pain reliever, to allergy medication- things that seem like they were just swept off of the shelf with an arm stroke. He’s always been rather clingy, wanting to keep you close to him, always motioning for you to come closer until some part of him is on you whether it be a hand on your thigh or your head on his lap.

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natasha-in-space · 7 months

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Hello! I hope your day is well :D

Is it possible for you to write HCs for Jihyun and an Artist s/o who is actually quite similar to him in terms of traumas and personality?

Thank you, and I hope it'll be a fun write, if you do write it!

Well, artists do tend to stick together! If you're someone who harbors the same love for the creative field as he does, you'll have no problem connecting with Jihyun from the very first days of your admission into the RFA. Once he learns that you're an artist yourself, he'll become almost instantly intrigued in learning more about your craft, as well as what it means to you personally. In his point of view, it's like solving a puzzle. He finds it fascinating how every little detail you gradually come to know about a person reveals that much more about the many intricacies of their inner world. What makes them smile, what makes them cry, what they want to run from, and what they want to achieve... The human mind is so chaotic yet so perfect in its imperfect entirety. It's a form of art in an of itself.

The conversations you can have with him in game can turn pretty philosophical at times as it is, and, if you two share similar interests or views on life, they will get even longer and deeper, much to the puzzlement of the rest of the members. And, since Jihyun often finds himself growing more sentimental during the night, you will definitely find yourself staying up way past your usual bedtime, just to talk about this and that with him in the chatroom.

Getting to know one another, discussing different forms of art, sharing your views on the current topic at hand, expressing your troubles, albeit in a very roundabout way... It's hard to put down your phone when the conversations you're having leaves your brain buzzing with so many thoughts, questions and inspiration. In a way, you two get to know one another while not knowing each other at all. It's all shared in metaphors, cryptic phrases and hushed voices during yet another late-night phone call. You don't know this man, but, at the same time, you feel like you've known him forever.

Jihyun is like a puzzle piece. Much like you are to him.

Still, you know he is a kind and deeply compassionate soul. And, that's enough for you to trust him when things inevitably start going wrong. There are even more questions, inconsistencies and overwhelming revelations hitting you in the face one after another, but, you keep your trust in him through it all. Perhaps, that's because his regretful gaze is such a familiar sight to you, that it hurts. Either way, you manage to get him out safely, and, from then on, you two can finally interact face-to-face. Of course, it's a bit hectic with everything else going on, and him still recovering from what Ray did to him in the basement. But, now you have a chance to get to know him as he is. No hiding behind 'bad phone service' this time around.

Now, Jihyun is a very stubborn man. You wouldn't say that about him at first, but it's something that you will have to deal with first thing after your initial escape from Magenta. His stubbornness and determination to bear the burdens of everyone else's pain on his shoulders is only hurting everyone in the end, but it's hard to just let go of the only thing you've lived by for so long. It's important to be understanding but firm with him. If you're someone who can relate to his inner struggles from your own past experience, finding that balance might be easier. You see yourself in him, as he stubbornly condemns himself over and over, refusing to accept any help, believing that he doesn't deserve that. That it's all his fault, and his only options is to burn in the same flame he has ignited. He thinks the only one who will get hurt by him sacrificing himself is himself, but, in reality, there are people he will inevitably bring so much great pain to by disregarding his own well-being in such an extreme way. It's a tough pill fir him to swallow, but a necessary one nonetheless.

If you choose to open up to him about your own traumas, he might do the same to you about his mother. In the game, he does so after waking up in the hospital after his surgery, but if you choose to bring it up with him while you are still in that cabin, it might happen earlier. It's hard for him to express his own pain so openly. But, it's easier when you have someone who knows what's it like. Hold his hand and listen to him. It'll be a long and deeply emotional conversation between you two, one that leaves him questioning a lot of things about himself and how he viewed the world. The fact that you are so similar to him makes his heart both weep and flutter. On the one hand, it hurts him deeply to think that someone as wonderful as you had to experience such pain. But, on the other hand... you give him hope. Hope, that he can indeed still make things right. That it's not too late for him. That he might... come to love himself one day, just as his mother loved him.

Your relationship with him is one of empathy and companionship.

After all is done, he'll still leave on his journey to self-discovery, knowing that your hearts are connected, no matter how far apart you are. He'll ask you about your art in his letters, and share news about his own experiences with getting back to painting. It makes him smile to think of all the art that you are creating while he is away. He can't wait to see it all once he finally returns to your warm embrace. Of course, he knows you'll do the same for his paintings. It is truly a wondrous thing to have someone who can share in your love for your craft. Sometimes, as he paints, he can't help but wonder if you're doing the same thing as him at that very moment. The thought makes him smile.

And, when it comes to your established relationship once he gets back? It's a very steady and comforting type of love. You are so proud of how far he has come, and you know he's proud of you just as much. In a way, you are each other's rock, holding each other up whenever one of you is too exhausted to stand alone. Your home is full of art that you two have created over the years: some are pieces you've made together, and some are your individual work. Your home is almost like a gallery at this point! The fact that you two are so similar can become a bit of a silly problem sometimes, since it means you both have a tendency to be very stubborn in your beliefs, but you have no problem coming to a shared understanding in the end.

You both have an individual journey to follow, but you will hold onto each other's hands the whole way through.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #jihyun kim #kim jihyun #mystic messenger v #jihyun x reader #v x reader #writing for jihyun always makes me feel so poetic jftjftht #i love this complicated artistic stubborn man

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queenburd · 11 months

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Disclaimer that the depictions of memory loss are probably not accurate to real life, I’m not researching this stuff I’m playing with tsp memory stuff. Woo.

Basic premise: the narrator wakes up and joins stanley for breakfast, having woken up without memory of their long term friendship and relationship, freedom, etc. he’s about as close to his original iteration as possible.

He has, however, woken up to find a journal on the bedside table written in his own hand, explaining the situation. This would probably be formatted as like bullet points that get revealed as the fic goes on. The journal explains that he and Stanley love each other, have escaped into the real world, and so on.

It also explains that they are not sure what causes the memory wipes, nor are the triggers to return the memories ever consistent. This written account ponders that it may be the parable attempting to return the both of them to the game, but there’s no solid evidence.

The ‘resets’ are inconsistent, it notes. Sometimes it only wipes his memories of their freedom but leaves his memories of the parable, sometimes it takes them all. Sometimes his emotions are all still there but without the context.

He can go weeks without losing his memory, and then wake up and have it wiped every morning for a solid month. Sometimes it’s more like a waiting game, where he knows his memories are gone and is just trying to find normalcy in the hours or days it takes to come back.

The journal reassures that even though this is a tough pill to swallow, to just try to trust stanley. And don’t try to pretend he remembers because Stanley can see through his lies.

The entire thing is written by someone far softer and happier than the narrator that sits at the coffee table across from Stanley. Stanley greets him good morning, asks how he slept—and can almost immediately understand what’s happened based on the way the narrator sits stiffly and avoids his eyes and stares at the table.

Stanley is gentle with him. He makes coffee for him that the narrator challenges, assuming it’s poisoned or something. Stanley raises a brow and sips at it. The narrator finally drinks at it and finds that he adores it, it’s disgustingly sweet. Yes, fine, alright, even if he feels like a different person than the one who wrote the journal, his tastes are the same.

Stanley rolls his eyes and gags belatedly because goddamn his husband likes his coffee too sweet. It’s disgusting.

They talk a little bit about this. The narrator expresses that he doesn’t like the idea of being so utterly dependent on Stanley, nor does he like the thought that Stanley is doing this to get the narrator that remembers back.

Stanley explains with infinite patience (the patience of a man who has had this conversation many times before) that the narrator isn’t dependent on him, nor is Stanley doing this to get a specific version back.

They do this as a team. Everything they have ever done has been as a duo, even if it is fighting in the parable. This is no burden on Stanley, to keep his narrator with him. That’s what love is, anyway.

“Every moment that we make a new memory is more than worth the work,” he says.

He says.

(“I do,” he whispered—“narrator!” He screamed—“I love you,” he laughed—“Marry me?” He asked—)

It’s overwhelming when the memories flood back and it’s exhausting to know he’s had this exact conversation again. The narrator can see Stanley’s micro expressions in retrospect and can see how this is so hard on him, and how he’s so resigned to it.

But once the narrator recovers from his emotional outburst from having years worth of love and hurt and heartache shoved back into his brain, he and Stanley have a nice long cuddle.

Another conversation that the narrator knows they’ve had before, and the fact he keeps making them do it makes him wince, but he hates doing this to Stanley. He loves him so very much, and even now after all these years, the narrator can’t stop hurting him.

It’s not his fault, Stanley reminds him. And he meant what he said, that it’s nothing in the face of new experiences together. Stanley will do this forever if he has to.

The narrator chokes. He doesn’t deserve this man. He loves him.

Stanley takes him back to bed. (Insert jokes here about reminding him how good the sex is or something. I… am not immune to two fictional characters fucking.)

#the sparrow parable #tsp #and then there’s some followup fic from Stanley pov but. shrugs. this idea is fledged out so here

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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Fierce Mergence

An idea that came to me involving the Fierce Deity mask. We all know that there is some kind of entity inside the powerful item which during Majora's Mask and Hyrule Warriors cause the wearer to take its form. However in Breath of the Wild, it was just a mild powerup. (Reminder that it's a Amiibo based item and not actually canon.)

I can only suspect that after sometime between Hyrule Warriors and Breath of the Wild, the Fierce Deity entered a catatonic state or hibernation. Here's some important info to know about complete sensory deprivation. It can be used as a form of therapy but only for short amount of time. Too much will cause serious psychological effects on someone such as dementia (which can explain any possible memory loss).

You see the brain breaks down rational thought structures to minimize stress which however results in a psychotic breakdown afterwards. Imagine being trapped for so long without those vital senses? God or not, that is true hell to even the Fierce Deity.

Hence the catatonic state, his power locking his conscience away cause I'm pretty sure no one wants to see what happens when a god has a psychotic breakdown. That's my theory for why the mask doesn't act the same.

Now for to the actual topic here. What if the Fierce Deity fully fused with the current wearer? I don't mean like possessive type fusion but a purer version. Where two people fully become one: mind, body and soul. The entity wanting to escape their hellish imprisonment at any cost.

Two characters that come to mind is Breath of the Wild Link (Wild in Linked Universe terms) and Majora's Mask Link (Mask/Time in Linked Universe terms). Now if you guys are fans of the Fierce Dadity trope... here's a way to make it sad.

Fierce (or Valion as I prefer to call him) performing such a fusion to save his current wielder especially if that Link is a son in the god's eyes. Most of Link's being is front and center but everything that is Valion becomes consumed. Godhood's already a tough pill to swallow but when it costs your father...

Yeah, neither Mask/Time or Wild are gonna be okay for awhile especially the latter when you look at BOTW. If you don't want to go for the Fierce Dadity route like this but still want to use such an idea then here's a fun twist.

Mask/Time becoming the Fierce Deity thanks to over usage of the mask. It becomes harder and harder to take it off. Whenever it is removed, there are lasting changes such as increase in height, hair beginning to whiten and eyes losing their natural features.

For Wild, this comes from the constant upgrades given by the Great Fairies. The Fierce Deity Mask subtle gaining enough power alongside Valion gaining just a bit of conscious to perform a fusion. An unexpected change as Wild just wanted to wear his new outfit more, not become a God of Battle.

The Fierce Deity does want a chance to live again even if he's just an echo or hidden conscious. Reason why he does this to these Links is because of who they are as a person. Neither of them would use such power for personal gain but to genuinely help others.

Some folks in the fandom see Fierce Deity as a war god so there are important aspects that must be known. War isn't always started just for the hell of it. It is often for the sake of others whether the intentions are good or bad. War has its own heroes: soldiers, medics, to even the citizens themselves.

Hope, pain, sorrow, faith, joy, grief and rage are also emotions connected to this very concept. Both Links embody nearly all of this so they are perfect candidates in Valion's eyes. The Deity's seat is now empty so someone should take his place. And if that successor takes on a child, it just makes things better cause they now have a reason to avoid the same fate.

That's all I have for now. Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule.

Edit: I forgot to add that you guys can try your hand at this concept! I don't really mind at all as I'm curious about what people can come up with. 😀

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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TickleTober Day 4 - Weak Spot

DON’T EVEN START I know this is kinda cringe. I’ve been watching SWAT again recently and it’s got a decent vice grip on my brain. This number just screamed Hondo at me, and who better to get his ass than his loving partner? There is a total LACK of anything tk-related for this show, so Imma fix that. It was so painfully fun writing this, I don’t even know anymore. Sorta angsty at the start because I need help- Don’t make fun of me/j, and Enjoy!

Lee: Hondo

Ler: Nichelle

Summary: Hondo is talking about his day, feeling a bit down after some heavy stuff went down. Nichelle tries to cheer him up, exploiting her favorite of her man’s few weaknesses.

Warnings: SWAT spoilers ig, death. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

“This is 20 David, all suspects are down. We’re Code 4.”

Hondo’s thoughts that day had been swirling, running back the calls he had made over and over again. They had stopped the drug deal, sure, but what about the casualties? That woman… yeah, she was aiming a gun at them, but still. She was so young…he’ll never fully get over it when things end like that with women, especially younger ones. She could have only been, what, 19? Damn…

Nichelle walked in on his brooding, her smile softening the moment she saw the look on his face. She made her way over to him, knocking on the table before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Hey Hondo. You wanna talk about it?” She didn’t even ask if he was okay, she could tell the answer was no.

“How d’you do that, woman?” He chuckled, though the sound was more tired than amused. Hondo leaned back into her, allowing himself that bit of comfort for the moment. Nichelle had been working on getting him to open up. He was still holding back, but small comforts like asking for hugs or cuddles were coming along.

She pecked his cheek, moving her hands up to his shoulders. "One of my special talents." Her fingers worked into his shoulder muscles, finding many knots and sore spots. "Baby, you've got knots on top 'a knots. You gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to convince you?"

Hondo sighed, almost melting into the touch. He really didn't want to just dump what happened onto Nichelle. She had always had the biggest heart, it's one of the many reasons why he loves her. What if he upset her by sharing? "It's…it's pretty heavy, baby. I dunno if it's something you're gonna want to hear."

She walked around the chair, her hands never leaving his shoulders. Soon enough, they were eye-level, Nichelle's lips pursed in concern and thought. "Daniel, whatever it is, I can handle it. If it's bothering you this much, it'll probably help to talk it out. I promise, you're never gonna scare me off by being honest about this stuff."

Yeah…yeah. She was right. He needed to talk about it, and Nichelle is probably the only one he'd be able to open up to with stuff like that. Taking a deep breath, he recounted the day's op. His calls, the drugs, the suspects, how things ended with the young woman.

Nichelle silently listened the entire time. She kept her reactions in check, trying to only convey support and sympathy. Still, when she heard about the young woman, she bit her cheek a bit harder than she liked. She knew Hondo's job was a hard one, and that meant doing whatever it took to protect innocent people. Such a young age to get wrapped in that stuff, though. The girl would've shot someone if they hadn't done what they did, but that doesn't make it any easier to handle.

Once he finished, and her thoughts were collected, she spoke with the softest and most sympathetic tone she could manage.

"Oh baby…you know that wasn't your fault. You can't control what people do, how they act, what they get mixed up in and when. I know this is a tough pill to swallow, but you have to accept that there's nothing else you could do. She made her choice before you even called for the shot. It sounds like she wasn't planning on ever leaving there. I'm here, for whatever you need."

Okay, that almost got him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting himself fully melt into Nichelle’s affection. He loved that woman, before they split, before they got back together. He just hadn’t realized it yet. She slowly climbed onto the chair with him, sitting in his lap and pressing small kisses to his cheeks and neck. Her main goal was to be there for him, just like he always was for her.

What she wasn’t expecting was the small, poorly-repressed giggle one of the neck kisses caused. She repeated the action, getting similar results. A memory popped up in her mind, one from snuggling in bed after a night together. She had been rubbing his sides, but had accidentally tickled him. Things got giggly after that. Hondo paid her back in full, with interest, but it had been worth it to hear him laugh like that. Something he could really use right then.

“Hey, Sargent Harrelson. I think I’ve got a way to cheer you up, if you’ll let me try it.” Nichelle pulled her face away from his neck, now cupping his cheek and smirking at him. He quirked an eyebrow, his features slowly taking on the signature “huh?” look. He rolled his shoulder, trying to find the hidden meaning behind her words. “You only call me Sargent Harrelson when you’re up to something.”

She laughed softly, gently tracing her fingers along his jawline. “I just told you, babe. I’m gonna cheer you up, if you promise to let me.” Her eyes were mostly innocent, though he detected a bit of mischief in her tone. He had already disregarded the small neck kisses, more focused on her than his own sensitivity. Hondo had finished a very rough day on SWAT. He could use some help cheering up, whatever her undoubtedly devious plan to do so may be.

“Al’ight, fine. I promise I’ll let you try this plan a’ yours to cheer me up.” He chuckled, turning his head to kiss her palm. Nichelle just smirked, adjusting her position on his lap so she had better access to his spots. She sat eye-level with him, resting her hands on his sides. It took him a second to realize her plan, but when he did, he immediately protested.

“Hey, Nichelle, hold up-” She cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. The look she got was priceless, though she’d have to marvel in her brilliancy later. “At-tat-ta. You promised, remember? And, last I checked, the honorable Hondo never goes back on his word.” She drummed her fingers against his ribs, smirking as he figured her out. He needed to de-stress, and laughter is one of the best ways to do so. She hosts a stand-up comedy night for some of the older people at the Community Center every now and then. This is pretty much the same, only she isn’t telling any jokes.

At that point, Hondo was already squirming a bit, trying to keep his reactions in check. “I- that- ugh… Hate it when you’re right sometimes, you know that?” In all honesty, he wouldn’t mind it all that much if she went through with it. It felt good to laugh, though his pride would take a small hit.

Nichelle just laughed, leaning in closer to peck his cheek. “Oh, trust me. I know.” Then, not hearing a “no” or “don’t”, she began to spider her hands along his sides. Hondo held his breath, not wanting to crumble so quickly at the goofy affection. It was a nice change, the somber mood from before fading to a warm comfort he never wanted to leave.

That just wouldn’t do. Going for the kill, Nichelle darted her fingers down to his hips, kneading the small amount of squishy, protective skin along the bones. No matter how often he worked out, he could never loose the soft areas Nichelle loves to run her fingers across.

His reaction was instant. Hondo snorted, his suppressed reactions powering through as he began to laugh. “B-BAhAbyhyhy! Why thehe hihiHIhIHIPs?!” It was quite the sight, seeing such a stoic and intimidating man laugh like that. Nichelle was loving every second of it, enjoying the rare display of her fiance’s softer side. He needed to show it more often.

“One, they’re my favorite and you know it. Two, you need to laugh. Is this not getting to you?” She smirked, knowing good and well just how much it was getting to him. Hondo tried not to writhe under her nails, his fitting white t-shirt and flannel not doing much to protect him from her nails. He almost regretted getting her that spa day…

He grabbed her wrists, though he didn’t push them away. He kinda couldn’t; Hondo had promised to let her “cheer him up,” no matter what it was. Still, his hands needed somewhere to go, and his woman’s wrists were as good a place as any.

Said woman tried not to coo at his reactions, knowing it would only make his inevitable revenge all the more evil. He might have been a good guy, but when it came to getting her, he showed no mercy. Still didn’t stop her from teasing him, though. “I gotta say, I love your weak spots. Especially this one.”

Hondo was…well, he wasn’t hating it. The thoughts of that day’s raid were almost forgotten, distant thoughts in the back of his head. He never truly forgot anyone the trigger got pulled on, be it by his hand or his orders. Still, he didn’t deserve to beat himself down over the decisions of bad people. They were given many chances to put their weapons down. The fact that they didn’t…they knew the choice they were making. In Nichelle’s opinion, he never deserved to be haunted by their choices. She reminded him of it every day, though not always with tickles.

She toyed with the soft skin of his hips and waistline, skittering her nails and drilling into the sensitive spots. Hondo’s laughter jumped all over the place, the deep sounds rumbling in his chest before tumbling out into the room. He was loving the affection part of it, but the tickles on his hips were starting to get to him. “NIHIHIhichelle! IHI- Ihi’m smihihilin’ agahain! Youhuhu cahan stohOHOP!”

Nichelle didn’t stop, though she did switch spots. She had messed with his weak spot enough for one night. Her nails traveled down, gently scritching the tops of his thighs. His loud laughter melted down to low, airy giggles. Hondo’s thighs were just ticklish enough to get a reaction out of him, making them the perfect final destination. His knee’s bounced, trying and failing to dilute the ticklish buzzing to his nervous system. He could handle a bit more; she was set on getting him to nap after this.

The very faint tint of a blush could be seen on his dark cheeks, making the moment all the sweeter. Hondo had always kept his emotions to himself, putting everything else before himself. Ever since him and Nichelle had gotten back together, though, he’d been trying to take care of himself. Not stopping her, letting that happen, was just one step of many he’d taken to help himself even a fraction as much as he’d helped others.

“Oho- okahahay! Noho mohohore!” Nichelle stopped tickling him, switching to gentle rubs along the lengths of his thighs. And, just to be nice, she leaned in and kissed her man. He was still laughing softly, smiling into the kiss. His hands wrapped around her midsection, pulling her against him. Hondo, once he regained his breath, whispered softly into her ear. “Don’t think I’m letting that slide…but thanks, baby.”

She chuckled, though couldn’t help but feel her cheeks heat up at his words. She knew that was no empty threat; sometime over the next few days, he was gonna get her. But right then, Nichelle didn’t need to worry. Her man was sleepy, cuddly and ready for a nice nap after a long day. She hummed out a question, placing another small kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Bedroom?”

He chuckled, feeling the smile he’d had since she started turn to a smirk. “Bedroom. C’mon, beautiful.” Hondo hooked his hands under her thighs, not bothering to reposition her before standing up and carrying her towards the bedroom. Some snuggles with the woman he loves were always the perfect way to end a long day, however mischievous she may be.

He laid her down, quickly joining her as he pulled his shirt off. Hondo’s strong arms wrapped around her, pulling his love against his chest before the warm wave of tiredness washed over him. His eyes drifted shut, the last thing he saw before dozing off Nichelle’s warm and loving smile. He was so lucky…

#swat tickle #lee!hondo #ler!nichelle #ticklish!hondo #augtickletober 2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #SWAT #SWAT Hondo #SWAT Nichelle #tickletober

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namelysane · 1 year

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Headcannons for the Hellspawn AU

The Kid

Basically just like Lloyd. Pale blonde hair, red eyes. Kinda has her dad's fangs.

Has a sweet tooth even worse than Lloyd's and Cole's. Lloyd used to give in to her demands until Zane knocked some sense into him about why not to give too much sugar in children.

Of all the ninja and other than her dad, Cole's her favorite. Just look at his interactions with little Wu and you'll see why.

As a toddler, she was a mischievous little runt, and once when lloyd was trying to take something from her, she bit him. Yes, she bit the guy who GAVE her the fangs.

She drove Lloyd crazy when she was an infant. Greenie was literally about to burst into tears when Sensei G noticed one night and decided to help him. In the end, Sensei G had two kids to console. One was his crying grandchild, and the other was his stressed out son.

Her first word wasn't papa or dada. It was sugar. Lloyd still hasn't forgiven her for that, but the others find it hilarious, considering that he'd once said he couldn't love anything more than candy.

Once, she got her hands on Lloyd's sword because of amazing parenting. Yeah...just thank the fsm that Kai was there before she could get other ideas.

But on another occasion, she managed to get her hands on Nya's knives by sneaking into her room on the bounty. The first thing she did when she toddled out was chase a shrieking Jay while holding them. My poor man was hysterical.

Because of her father's request, she was kept out of the spotlight all her life. The media didn't know Lloyd had a kid until after Stiix. And yup, that just means the fan girl craze in S6 was even worse.

She used Montrositea on a plant during Wu's Teas. And it also went after Jay.

Lloyd

Poor bean suffered some minor hair loss in S3-pre S5. Half of it was because his kid kept pulling it while the other half, was actually the result of him often pulling at it in frustration at how hard it is to raise a mini version of himself.

But don't worry, he's fine now. (Kai just threatened to kill him if he even dared to touch his hair for no reason, and Pixal recommended some other ways to help him calm down)

At first, he was really hesitant to let her ride with him on his dragon because of the fear of her falling off. However, when he saw Cole give her the ride she'd been asking for quite a while and nothing happened, he finally stopped being paranoid. (It totally wasn't because he was jealous of Cole)

Funnily and sadly enough, the first bedtime story Lloyd ever read to her was Jack the Rabbit — a.k.a, the book Wu read to him in Season 1 in Never Trust A Snake — a.k.a the one about not trusting snakes. Well to be fair, she could've also inherited his brain cells and stupidity and do the same thing his nine-year-old self did so.....yeah, this is completely warranted.

He sews his kid her own clothes when he has the time — we all saw his sewing skills in that Darkley's episode — he's good at it, guys.

Sometimes, he wonders if there will be a day she'll inherit his element and he'll lose his powers. Not that he's being selfish — he's just worried about how he's going to continue being a ninja without his powers. He had a kid young so he's going to lose his powers young. That's kind of a tough pill to swallow, especially considering how he was at the beginning of S9.

He often thinks that he's the worst choice of a parent but despite that, he still tries his best. Even if he knows he's still trying to figure out things.

Nya

Hellspawn usually calls her Aunt Ni, because when she was younger, "NI-YA" was a lot harder to pronounce. So Ni just stuck.

She's the best aunt — who also won't hesitate to reprimand her little brother's offspring when necessary. And give Lloyd a piece of her mind for enabling her on some occasions too — which are a lot of occasions, actually.

Nya loves dolling her up, you know? Helping her do her hair, buying her clothes etc. And she teaches Lloyd different styles to do it himself when she has the chance (cuz this dude was panicking the entire time of not knowing how tf to do hair)

She taught hellspawn swimming when she was really young. Kai thought she was trying to kill her lol.

Also, she constantly loves cheekily comparing how raising S1 Lloyd was to helping to raise his hellspawn. Lloyd's daughter is a little better behaved than the 'lil terror Lloyd was, so she guesses somebody must be doing a good job, then.

Kai

Kai often gives Lloyd some tips about childcare since he practically raised Nya himself.

He told his honorary niece about the time Lloyd had a wannabe overlord phase and demanded candy from an entire village, so Lloyd put green dye in his hair gel.

Ever since he made Lloyd a sword, hellspawn's been pleading for him to make her one. Jay always begs Kai to not do it each time (well to be fair, the poor guy's still traumatized from that one game of tag. we can't blame him)

She spends the most time with kai during winter because that's when this man feels like a fucking furnace. Like, she'll just lie in his arms with no intentions of leaving them until the season's over and not even Lloyd can take her from him.

Jay

Jay, being the Master of Lightning, was the one who comforted her when she was afraid of storms.

Just like Lloyd, I believe this man has a candy stash...and one day when she couldn't figure out where her dad hid his candy after she found it the night before, she decided to go after Jay's.

Jay and Nya teamed up to build her a little toy for Christmas once. She loved it so much that she threw it at Lloyd to show it to him and it hit him squarely on the face. (ouch) But the toy survived though!

Cole

The favourite uncle, self-explanatory.

Won't hesitate to pick her up when she asks. She really likes sitting on his shoulders since it's higher up than the others.

She actually likes it when Cole sings, and the Glow Worm song is her favorite. Jay's just convinced that the song had damaged her hearing at some point which is probably why her ears love Cole's singing. Oh well.

When Cole was a ghost, she was sad that he couldn't hug her like he used to but she eventually got used to it. She then ended up loving running into Cole and phasing through him whenever she could and since Cole was a ghost for more than a whole year, it was hard to make her remember the fact that running through him right now wasn't such a good idea.

Zane

Zane taught Lloyd some tricks such as the one where parents blend vegetables into smoothies so kids don't taste it. Lloyd's first thought was that Zane had definitely done this before when he'd been younger, while Cole remains horrified to this day that his favorite cake contains beetroot.

Zane often helps her with her homework when she doesn't understand something.

During summer, she does the same thing she did with Kai during winter. And Nya's the only one who can get her off him, mostly because hellspawn can just ask her to splash her instead.

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Are you a hardcore Sam fan or a hardcore Dean fan? I don’t know if you’ve ever talked about this before! I think for me Sam & Dean are a package deal so it’s hard for me to separate them. I probably lean towards Dean, though, mainly partly because Jensen is the most attractive person alive. What about you?

Huh, I don't know if I have, nonnie, but I'm with you, they're a package deal for me too. The most interesting thing about them is their relationship I think. Because it's beautiful and all-encompassing and codependent and unhealthy and so single-minded. They're so different, but they work and they're both brave and determined which means in the end nothing can stand in their way and that's beautiful. Their relationship also develops and evolves which makes it even better. There's the default togetherness of the past, the rebellious separation, the anewed togetherness, first by need and circumstances and then by choice, there are fights and misunderstandings and temporary separations, but they always come back to each other, become more honest with each other and that's just beautiful.

Ahem. Sorry, I just love them so much. But. If I had to pick. Give points. Make a ranking, whatever, I am slightly leaning Dean. Because yes, for shallow reasons, I also think Jensen Ackles is the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life (don't get me wrong, Jared's both hot like burning and insanely cute, a feat not many people can pull off, but Jensen is either proof of alien life or a fae prince in exile on earth, I don't know, but he's not fucking human). From a story telling point, it's easier to get to know Dean and to emphasize with him. Sam keeps a lot of secrets in the beginning because the mytharc revolves around him and Dean kind of wears his heart on his sleeve and is the one being vulnerable. Dean's also a little dorkier, a little nerdier, gets the car and the music, while Sam's humor is more sassy and we don't really learn a lot about his likes and dislikes in the beginning except that he's not as much fun as Dean. Which is not bad, and poor boy is grieving, and Dean can be annoying, but I think there are more Dean girls in fandom and I think this is maybe one of the reasons why. As the show goes on and we learn more about Sam, he of course has the sort of almost villain arc in season 4 (the show says it itself, the blood drinking is a tough pill to swallow esp because you know he's wrong), but the way he worked for his redemption and made the ultimate sacrifice in the end, man, I never loved Sam more than at the end of season five. What he went through, the pain, the loss, learning his entire fucking life was a staged theater by Azazel to manipulate him into saying yes, and after being duped by Ruby, after falling victim to his own hubris and anger, after trying to make amends and overcoming his addiction, he still has to jump into the cage and he does… motherfucking hearteyes for Sam motherfucking Winchester. His strength and determination and the discipline he has most of the time almost elevate him to some kind of super human level. Dean obviously is just as brave, mostly just as strong (he does have his doubt arc in s5 which he overcomes because of Sammy of course), just as determined, but Dean's also a functioning alcoholic (depending on the season), seeks out meaningless sex with women to fill a void, and is just a little bit more of a mess which makes him more human I think, more relatable. Sam's maybe a smidge more admirable, while Dean has the edge on lovable. I'm nitpicking here of course. Both of these characters are larger than life heroes with their only real flaws being their love for each other (though it's really only a flaw for the characters who get sacrificed in Sam and Dean's endless quest to save each other). Yes, Sam can be closed off and Dean can be annoying and overbearing, Sam's a controlling know-it all and Dean's a bundle of daddy issues with I know what's best tendencies, but like. How can you not love them? They both are strong and honorable, they're smart in different ways that work well together, they're brave and compassionate, they risk their lives to save other people, they have fun little quirks and interests, they are witty and have great sense of humor. Different enough to create fun teasing friction but also complimenting each other. What makes these characters so special and what made supernatural work for so long is that they're layered and complex characters with strengths and weaknesses that are written mostly consistently and they're both I think among my most beloved characters in TV.

I totally understand the Sam girls (being a Sam girl is a valid, sensible life choice) and I love Sam a whole bunch, but Dean's really just a tad more fun imo and prettier 😅 not that it matters that much, I think, because like you said, they're a package deal and what creates the magic of the show is the two of them, together.

#anon ask #does this count as #spn meta #probably more #spn ramblings #the epic love story of sam and dean

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hi! so i started buffy a while back and found that the character i liked best was xander but it seems like everyone in the fandom literally hates him 😔 so i was just wondering what your thoughts are on him 💖

Oof, my advice is to always stay out of the fandom entirely until you finish the show. The (current) tumblr fandom has a huge tendency to conflate canon with fanon to the point where they don't even know what actually happens in the show anymore lol.

As for Xander, my feelings are a bit complicated because I feel like he has such a genuine character journey and for that I truly admire what the writers do with him. He grows SO much, and it all feels organic and believable. But he can be a tough pill to swallow at times, especially in the earlier seasons. Some of it has to do with the fact that this is a nineties show and that's just how guys were, but some of it is because he is Joss' self-insert and we ALL know Joss is a bad person. Some of his less-than-stellar traits he never entirely grows out of.

There is a level of entitlement to Xander's character that never truly goes away. There are plenty of moments where he will say or do something great but then follow it up with a gross comment where he objectifies women/etc. I think he views Buffy (and Willow, to a certain degree) as His Property, and that makes him entitled to their (romantic) love. With Buffy, it manifests in a lot of different ways. Constant jealousy, objectification of her body and creepy side comments, especially in seasons 1-3 (although it never truly goes away.) With Willow, he becomes frustrated when she starts to have feelings for someone else. It very much gives off the vibe of, "I don't want you but I want you to want me because I want to feel wanted." And while I think that is fairly common for teenagers to feel that way (and people in general, actually), it doesn't make it right.

I think Xander can be short-sighted, condescending and selfish a lot of the time. He does a few things in the show that are absolutely unforgivable to me. I think he is a very interesting character to discuss because I think his character best exemplifies the ways in which Buffy CAN be viewed as a product of its time.

But I also think that some of Xander's worst character traits are a result of repressed trauma. Either the writers didn't have time to explore this, or they simply didn't care enough to. Regardless, all we have to infer from is canon and that does not undo some of his very bad character traits.

I think Xander is generally a pretty funny character that I'm sure a lot of teenagers (especially when it was airing) could relate to. He's basically the only Scooby in the show that doesn't really have any kind of superpower or destiny. There is beauty in being ordinary and unskilled, and yet still having the courage and strength of heart to fight, and we see this in Xander.

I do think that the bad outweighs the good with Xander, but I think he is essential to the show and I can't imagine the show without him. And when Buffy REALLY needs someone, he is almost always the first to volunteer his help. And I think that says a lot about him. He is not perfect, he can be super petty and offensive and a lot of other things, but when you need him to show up, he tends to show up.

Sorry that this is so long and kind of all over the place, but that's a pretty good way to describe how I feel about him. It's a lot. If there are moments or aspects of his personality that you'd love to discuss specifically, I will probably be able to give you a better answer lol.

#anonymous #answered #buffy thoughts #anti xander harris #xander harris

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a-silent-symphony · 2 years

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Former NIGHTWISH Bassist/Vocalist MARKO 'MARCO' HIETALA Doesn't Expect To Be Asked To Return To The Band

Former NIGHTWISH bassist/vocalist Marko "Marco" Hietala says that he doesn't expect to be asked to return to the band any time soon.

The bassist/vocalist announced his departure from NIGHTWISH in January 2021, explaining in a statement that he hadn't "been able to feel validated by this life for a quite a few years now." He has since been replaced by session bassist Jukka Koskinen (WINTERSUN),who made his live debut with NIGHTWISH in May 2021 at the band's two interactive experiences.

In a new interview with Finland's Iltalehti, Hietala revealed that he went through a dark period in his life, which included depression, insomnia and anxiety.

“Sometimes I thought I would walk from my backyard to the icy lake and just disappear," Hietala said, according to Chaoszine, which translated his comments from Finnish.

Marko added that the canceled tours during the pandemic of 2020 brought peace to his life, which the musician was no longer ready to give up when it was time for NIGHTWISH to prepare to go on tour again.

"My head had gone to the point where I could no longer bear the thought of having to go out into the world for a month or a month and a half with the same conditions and troubles," Hietala recalled.

Hietala was also asked about a possible return to NIGHTWISH. However, he said that he does not believe that he will be approached about coming back to the band. "I’m not waiting for a call asking me to return or a meeting invitation," he said. "For many years, I would get pissed off practically every day at some point. Black thoughts would pop up as soon as there was an empty moment. Even though the gang knows there’s depression and medication and therapy, I can’t help being tired. I saw leaving as necessary for both me and them."

Hietala went on to say that he has not kept in touch with NIGHTWISH since his departure or followed the activities of his former band.

In May 2021, NIGHTWISH keyboardist and main songwriter Tuomas Holopainen said that Hietala's decision to leave the band "came as a bit of a surprise." He told Finland's Kaaos TV: "Marko informed us in December [of 2020 that he was leaving the band]. And even though he has been very open about his state and problems during the past years, it still came as a bit of a surprise for us. So it was a really tough pill to swallow. And for a few days, I was actually quite confident that there's no coming back, that this is it. I remember talking to Emppu [Vuorinen], the guitar player, and we were, like, 'You think this is it?' 'Yeah, I think this is it.' I mean, enough is enough. So much has happened in the past. Something that broke the camel's back, as they say. Then, after some time had passed — a few days — we started to think that it's been such a ride of 25 years, with so many ups also, that this is not the way to end it."

Tuomas elaborated on NIGHTWISH's reasons for carrying on, saying: "I think we still have something to give, and that's the main point. The music is still there. We felt that there's still so much music that needs to come out from this band that, 'Okay, let's give it one more shot.' And then finding the new bass player was really easy."

He added: "It's not like we do this just because we need to do it and there's nothing else to do. On a personal level, I feel that there's still so many stories and melodies that I want to share with the world with one lineup or another, so that's why you want to continue and keep on going.

"I've said this a million times, that a lineup change is the ultimate energy vampire, and that's how it really felt and still feels."

In June 2021, NIGHTWISH singer Floor Jansen spoke about Hietala's exit from the band in an episode of her "Storytime" YouTube video series. She said: "That was a very sudden surprise that, of course, was not fun at all. But we understand — I understand — it was a necessary thing for him to do. And from there, we had to think of how to continue without him, and that also, in preparations towards the virtual show, that was a huge challenge."

She continued: "I'm very happy we found Jukka to play with us. And it was wonderful to get together, even though miss Marko, in April to start rehearsing for these virtual shows. Fortunately, we had a lot of time together, and it was very nice to go through the process of really not just knowing how to sing or play the songs but actually really feeling them, really communicating them, as you do with a show. We did that together. And then, of course, came the relatively unnatural setting of standing in a green bathroom [laughs] called the green screens all around us and cameras and people going for coffee instead of a real live audience. But that was really great. We had so much time that we could rehearse all of that and had a lot of fun doing that in the process."

NIGHTWISH is continuing to tour in support of its "Human. :II: Nature." album, which was released in April 2020. The follow-up to 2015's "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", "Human. :II: Nature." is a double album containing nine tracks on the main CD and one long track, divided into eight chapters, on CD 2.

In December 2020, Hietala was crowned the winner of the fall 2020 season of "Masked Singer Suomi" — the Finnish edition of the popular masked singing contest. He was disguised as Tohtori — the Doctor.

#Nightwish #Marko Hietala #2022 interviews

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