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auspicioustidings · 7 months
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Lost Boys Part 5
Summary: Preacher gets needy and Alejandro offers his help.
If you're new here this is my very self-indulgent Lost Boys AU with CoD characters fic. It's all very dark and broody and everyone is looking to bang the mc :)
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CW: Smut, dubcon
Preacher threw herself hard into work. She had to really because anytime she let her mind drift she could hear Rudy’s words in her ear, feel König's hard length at her stomach, fucking taste Johnny. Had it been that long since she had been laid that one good fuck had turned her into a mess? Well it was possible, her last 6 months on Coney Island anyone she flirted with seemed to back off before it went anywhere. Keegan had been sympathetic at least, well as sympathetic as she could ever expect from him. Here meaning he told her he'd get her off if she begged real pretty. She had told him to fuck off, although if she had stayed there much longer she suspected he might have gotten what he wanted. 
What she needed she thought was a non-threatening casual fuck buddy to get over it. Maybe. Best to hold off and see if she could fix this little problem herself first. Right now that meant focusing on work until she could sneak away on her break and relieve some tension in the nearest dinghy bathroom. 
So that is what she did. She taught kids how to catch the brass rings for a free ride ticket, she held back a laugh at a teenage boy's attempt to flirt with her after his friends had goaded him into it, she was all in all a model employee who bantered away with customers. And then Alex popped in to give her a 15 minute break and she mumbled a thank you and excused herself to the bathroom.
It wasn't the worst bathroom she had ever been in to be totally fair, but it was pretty dire. Three stalls, all empty because she imagined people would rather just eat at one of the restaurants further down the boardwalk to have access to a clean and decent bathroom. Suited her just fine, meant she could lock herself into the stall that seemed least like a biohazard and lean her head against the coolness of the door while a hand snaked under the waistband of her jeans to slide experimentally against her clit.
Already she was sighing in relief, knowing that this was going to get rid of that roiling tension that had been just under the surface the whole morning after Rudy had whispered those words to her. Probably wouldn't be the best orgasm in the world, but sometimes quick and dirty was what needed to be done and she closed her eyes, one forearm bracing above her head, and went to work. 
It was frustrating to have to pause when the door clicked open, but she'd just wait out whoever had the bad taste to come into this awful bathroom. The light rap on her stall door made her jump given that her head was pressing right against the thing.
“Occupied.”
“Oh chiquita I know, let me help.”
Jesus fucking Christ. That was Alejandro, that older surfer from the other day. She panicked, removing her hand even though he could probably here the scrape of her skin against the waistband and trying to get herself together.
“Sorry, what?” 
“Open up.”
OK, surely he wasn't offering to… what the hell else would ‘let me help’ mean in this context though? But then how had he even known she was in here touching herself? That did get her to open the door, intent on getting a damn answer.
“Were you following me?”
Alejandro took her in, from dishevelled appearance to fiery eyes to flushed skin. When Rudy had all but promised him she wouldn't be able to survive her whole shift without some form of relief he had been only too delighted to thank him properly for that and then lie in wait.
It wasn't a full Sirens song that had her like this, no if Rudy had went full throttle she would already be naked on the beach begging them to take her. Just a little taste of it, just enough to have her needy but still in her right mind. If he was going to have this woman insane and begging it would be because she was desperate for him all on her own, not because he had her in his control from a song.
“Ah you looked uncomfortable chiquita, just being a good citizen and checking in no?”
God his stupid lopsided grin was so charming. He was blocking the stall doorway, leaning an arm on one side and towering over her. Fuck she was horny.
“As you can see I am just fine, but thanks for the concern” she replied through gritted teeth, desperate to get back to what she was doing and just bloody finish. 
“Let me eat you out.”
Her cunt clenched almost fucking painfully around nothing.
“Oh my God.”
“Use your words properly, say yes.”
As if she could say anything else when her entire body was on fire from even the idea of it and he was in her space smelling of the ocean and looking at her without even attempting to hide how much he wanted her.
“Yes.”
Alejandro did not waste time. He didn't even close the stall door, he just went straight to his knees and all but ripped her jeans and panties down so he could stuff his mouth onto her cunt like he was starved for it. 
“Fuck! Wait I- fuck it's too much” she hissed, one hand gripping for dear life on the top of the door and the other in his hair trying to pull him away so she could breathe. 
He looked up at her and she swore his eyes were fully black, just a trick of the light, must be. He looked almost pissed off that she was trying to get him to slow the fuck down.
“Take it. Take it and thank me” he said, syrupy and deep, before stuffing his tongue right into her, nose bumping her clit and making her choke on her attempts to not scream.
It was so intense, fuck he was so intense. His tongue was precise, singularly focused on what most made the air punch out of her lungs in almost pained gasps. Whenever she got used to him fucking her with his tongue and caught her breath he would move to lap at her clit, whenever she finally managed to breathe through that he would suck hard on it. It was a decadent sort of torture. 
She was rutting into his face embarrassingly quickly, desperate for release and being kept right on the edge. It was as if he was deliberately… oh for fake sake. She knew what he wanted from her and she wasn't happy about it, but she was going to fucking die if he didn't make her cum.
“Thank you” she all but spat at him.
Then and only then did he finally use the flat of his tongue to lick fully from her entrance to her clit before expertly swirling the tip where she needed it, sending her tumbling into an orgasm that had been ripped out of her with such intent it caused her knees to buckle. 
He was unnaturally quick and strong, grabbing her legs to settle them on his shoulders and bracing one hand at her back so he could taste her pleasure even when she was boneless, not willing to move away just yet. 
Fuck he was good, inhumanly good. Maybe he would work as a casual fuck buddy. Christ if this was just his tongue she could already imagine what he could do with his fingers, what he could do with his cock. When she finally got her legs about her again she groaned gently taking her own weight and pushing his head away from her. He went this time, leaning back on his feet and looking up at her in a pose that was just so incredibly debauched, especially since she could see his cock hard through his tight wetsuit leggings.
“That was… fuck me you are good at this. Thanks. Do you need me to…?"
“I will chiquita, but as much as I'd love to do it now so Alex can hear how you whine for me and report back to his masters, he's waiting on you to go back to work no?”
Preacher was not one to be embarrassed about sex, hell she quite enjoyed a bit of voyeurism. She really probably enjoyed a bit of everything. But following Alejandro’s eyeline to see Alex, her fucking boss, leaning casually against the main door watching the exchange, was making all the blood rush straight to her face. 
“Shit” she yelped, pulling her panties and jeans back on properly and trying to fix herself to not look like an absolute slut who had been getting head in a dirty bathroom during her break. 
“Fifteen minutes is up, back to it Preacher” he said, casually as if this was a normal situation.
Preacher tripped her way past a still kneeling Alejandro, looking back at him in a sort of questioning apology. He only grinned that fucking lopsided grin that made her want to get fucked right on this filthy floor.
“I- sorry, I need to go.”
“I know chiquita, Keller will keep me company no?”
Jesus fucking Christ. She slipped out past Alex, trying to ignore the stirrings of her arousal wanting to flare back to life when he bunched a hand in her hair as she passed to hold her there for a moment so he could shove his tongue down her throat with absolutely no warning, quick and sloppy, before letting her go and walking toward Alejandro. 
Fuck. She got out of that stupid bathroom and back to work, absolutely point blank refusing to even consider that the two of them might be… was everyone here? Was this some sort of poly sex cult boardwalk? Alex had warned her off of everyone but the 141 but had watched her getting her mind blown by one of the surfers and did nothing to stop it. He might be getting his own mind blown right now.
And that was frankly none of her business she decided, stubbornly stretching out her muscles and climbing back onto the carousel for the rest of her shift. 
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little-pondhead · 11 months
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DP x DC Prompt
There are no more heroes.
Well, okay. Rewind a bit.
Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)
The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.
And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.
Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?
Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.
So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.
There are no more heroes.
Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.
Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.
Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)
In other words:
Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.
Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.
(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)
#pondhead blurbs#danny phantom#dpxdc#reveal gone right au#ghost king au#for plot reasons#it doesn't count if the hero had died and then came back to life#lots of heroes would still be around then#but this is me pushing the halfa!jason todd narrative work with me here he deserves the fun#deadman is there too#and he's just thriving honestly. it's so nice to be around his own kind even if the world is ending#maybe ellie is whooshed away too cause she never technically died but she took up danny's moniker when he was crowned#vlad is ecstatic cause danny put him in charge of several states while they looked for clues including Wisconsin#skulker is replacing superman and just has a shitty S painted on his chest and just eats kryptonite like candy the first time he meets Lex#Kitty and Johnny take over in gotham and sam is now the new wonder woman#idk man just stupid stuff like this#the press is flabbergasted cause the fucking KING OF GHOSTS just showed up and he's 14 and just looking for some friends#Danny: hey guys sorry about the zombies and fire i'm just here to find my coworker and lil sister and maybe the other heroes#Danny: in the meantime i'll just let my army into the mortal realm to defend it while we figure out what's going on pls don't yell at us :)#the press: how do we explain this to the justice league when they come back. how do we explain that earth was saved by a 14 year old boy-#also idk which heroes are technically dead but are still kicking so if you feel like someone deserves liminal status slap it on them idc#some villains are trying for world dominance and some are just trying to find their buddies. their fight buds. where'd they go? :(#joker gets bitch slapped by a skeleton two days in and waylon becomes bffs with wulf#danny uses the watchtower as a base of operations and it's the only thing he doesn't want to give up when the heroes are back#i have no plot ideas beyond this#i just want everyone to be baffled that an army of the dead showed up while they were gone and just made sure everything stayed cool#later danny realizes he was technically the ruler of the world for a bit since his people were everywhere keeping the villains in check
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fortjester · 1 year
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honestly, i just gotta imagine anybody from the Houses not involved with the Cohort hearing abt tlt events would be wild. like
random fifth house citizen: all....all of the house heirs died?
their random fifth house citizen friend: [nodding] except for Ianthe Tridentarius of the Third and a Ninth nun. they’re the Emperor’s new Lyctors.
random fifth house citizen: [imagining the Lyctor trials as Battle Royale style death matches]....but everyone else died??
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random fifth house citizen’s friend: hey did you hear? the sixth house installation got cooked in that recent sunflare!
random fifth house citizen: 
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random fifth house citizen’s friend: also the Emperor has a daughter
random fifth house citizen: oh shit really? congrats to him. chaotic time to be raising a kid tho, imo
random fifth house citizen’s friend: she’s like, nineteen
random fifth house citizen:
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random fifth house citizen’s friend: [poking their head into the room] hey, just letting you know, the tomb’s open
random fifth house citizen: the what’s what
random fifth house citizen’s friend: the tomb is open. the locked one. on the ninth house. it’s open.
random fifth house citizen:
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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 months
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Masturfesting w/ Mikey
♡ NSFW, fem reader, masturbation + manifesting, delusion, established friendship, panty stealing, perv!Mikey, college au ♡
note: my beautiful moot @i-literally-cant-with-this gave me this little idea 🩷 I started at 2am and finished around 3, its 6:30 right now so yeah lol I need some rest
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You and Mikey had always been close growing up, and that didn't change one bit when you two got to college. Of course he was still out partying and fighting with his friends, those things, along with your presence, were the only things he kept consistent. But a lot of things changed, he started becoming more aware of himself, of his feelings towards you, and of his place in your life. He knew he wanted a relationship with you, but wasn't sure how to approach you. So he did what he thought was best and started doing some research.
He discovered a lot of romance coaches, wikiHow articles and unhelpful stuff like that, but then he struck what he thought was a gold mine. He discovered the spiritual side of love, specifically types of love potions and spells. He was never one to believe in magic but it couldn't hurt to try. The one that caught his eye? Masturfesting. It was so disgustingly delusional, it just had to work. And so, he started a routine. Everytime he was hard, he'd go on your social media pages, scroll through, and find a picture he could get off to. He'd start off slow, savoring the moment and imagining your pretty hands wrapped around his dick. He'd finish pretty quickly, staining his phone and the picture of you on the screen with gooey strings of cum.
This became a daily occurrence for him, but as of late he felt like it wasn't working. He needed to go further, to do something more…risky. So he walked to your dorm after class, under the false pretenses of having a study session. You two were in your room laying on a pile of pillows on the floor, flipping through textbooks, when suddenly you had to use the bathroom. You left the room, giving Mikey the chance to take his masturfesting to the next level. He rooted around in your dirty laundry, stealing a pair of your panties and pocketing them for himself. You came out of the bathroom and were none the wiser.
After the study session was over he went back to his dorm, rushing to the bathroom to make use of your panties. The soft material felt like heaven wrapped around him, and he couldn't help but imagine thrusting into your pretty pussy instead of his hand. The way they felt, the way they looked, the way they smelled, everything turned him on and made him even more determined to have you for himself. He fully believed that his disgusting actions would result in you unknowingly falling head over heels for him, and maybe it would…or maybe he's just delusional as all hell. Either way he's not gonna stop, not anytime soon, not until he's sure you'll want him as much as he wants you.
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@arlerts-angel @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies
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fagcrisis · 1 year
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please support the hungarian student protests
Hello! you know i'm not the kind of person to be making these posts, but the situation here is kind of dire right now
as you may know, for the past year hungarian students and teachers have been protesting against the horrific state of our education system. we have been demanding better wages and work conditions for our teachers, and more funding diverted towards education
the government currently does not have a dedicated education ministry
our far right government's response has been a law known as the status law, or the revenge law. this law includes the following
taking away the professional freedom of the board of education, handing descisions over to the school district (a government subsidiary)
further widens the salary range, making the wages of teachers completely tied to the will of their employer. many teachers in the country are currently making barely above minimum wage
reduction of vacation days
increasing the number of daily working hours from 8 to 12
forbidding teachers from being critical of the education system. this includes participating in protests, but also simply voicing criticism of the system online
punishing students if their teachers are on strike
the termination notice period was changed from 2 months to six months, meaning that a teacher has to work in the school they quit for 6 months after quitting
extending the school year to 180 days
the status law makes it harder for unions to do their jobs. the teachers, at first, tried to protest through peaceful methods and strikes, but their requests were not listened to. Moreover, the oppressive hungarian strike laws make it impossible to do this effectively. around the carmelite monastery, from which the high and mighty overlords control the country, a cordon was raised to keep the press out, which was found to be unlawful by the metropolitan court of budapest in april. despite this, they have not removed the cordon.
on may 7, the students who were protesting for a better education system tried to lawfully dismantle the cordon, which resulted in the police using tear gas against children and beating them with batons. Use of tear gas was not justified, the police ignored regulations and acted against the law.
several people have been arrested at these protests with such charges as wearing a mask (illegal under hungarian protest law) and attacking police officers. several people at the last protest have been detained and kept from speaking to their parents. the majority of the protestors are minors, and those are not are teachers overwhelmingly over the age of 40.
we are going to protest again on may 19th (this friday), and we would really appreciate if you spread awareness about our efforts. people will likely be hurt, and arrested on made up charges to scare us away from fighting for our teachers, but we won't give up
on twitter you can show your support for the protests under the hashtags #freehungary and #fuckorban
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blinkpen · 5 months
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my new mental rotisserie chickens (absolutely basted in "yuri so doomed it almost ends the world" spice)
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scrunckled-idiot · 5 months
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i found this in my art album and i honestly have no idea what this was for or when i made this.
do with this what you will i guess idk.
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marlenacantswim · 4 months
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please don't catcall crowley while he and aziraphale are having a serious conversation; the angel really enjoys how close their faces get when they have to whisper, and will assume you have fiendish intentions and go on the defensive if you interrupt the moment.
[Image ID: a digital drawing of Aziraphale and Crowley as they appear on the Good Omens TV show. they are depicted from the torso up. aziraphale is in front of crowley, turned away annoyedly towards something to the left with his left hand firmly placed against crowley's chest, where his heart is. crowley is wearing his season 2 turtleneck outfit, and seems confused about whatever has got aziraphale so riled up. aziraphale is wearing his default outfit. / .End ID]
closeup and lineart under the cut, snip snip ✂️
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i'm a guy who likes thick lines in my art, i've noticed, so when i accidentally drew an extremely arizacrow pose during gesture practice, i thought it would be a fun opportunity to try something new, mainly thin lineart. however, the call of home sings loud, and i ended up chicken-scratching my way into essentially having thick linework again. 🤷💅😔
also despite being a good omens guy for yonks, this is my first time ever drawing them!!!
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brightloveee · 1 year
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We learned some things about Eddie’s dad but we never learned a thing about his mom’s side.
WHAT IF Eddie’s maternal family came from money? What if they’re old money Europeans who moved to America in the late 30s (and no they don’t want to talk about it) and Eddie’s mom was best friends with Steve’s mom growing up? The two of them always thought they’d have a double wedding and matching picket fence houses and kids the same age and call each other up each night to gossip. They imagined cotillions and picnics and PTA meetings and marrying their kids off to each other and the perfect little cookie cutter lives.
And Steve’s mom did it. She became Mrs. Robert Harrington, and had a bouncing baby boy, and joined the sewing club, and got the nice house. And her husband may not really love her, and her new friends all have smiles made of plastic, and the food in her house might all taste like cardboard. And her gentle boy might get pushed into being someone he’s not. But this is supposed to be the life she wanted, isn’t it? And every evening, she looks at her phone and thinks about the girl she used to call.
That’s not Eddie’s mom. One day something happened, and her life veered away from her best friend’s. Something scrubbed the perfect patina off their little lives and nothing could put it back on. Eddie’s mom became a rebel. And when she got pregnant by the local bad-boy she kept it, and named her son Edward after her own father. She taught him about rocknroll, and fantasy novels, and horror movies, and rejecting the status quo. She might have taught him a thing or two more, regrettably, when she had episodes that she couldn’t control, when she’d medicate with things that didn’t really help, when she’d disappear for a little too long and he’d get sent to his father’s. A few lessons her darling boy didn’t need to know. And some days she looks at her phone and thinks about the girl she used to call, and wonders what would happen if she did now.
So their two boys grow up never knowing that they’ve run in parallel all along. They never know how they could’ve been thrown together at cotillions and picnics. They never know those two girls who used to giggle over the phone.
But, one day, when both of their sons want to introduce them to their partner’s family, what do you know? There she is. The girl she used to call.
They pick up where they left off.
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grraveryl · 1 year
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Nenji + Being (Rightfully) Confused
Okay, okay, that's good for now... any more of this crap and my head's gonna explode...
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magicalgirlmascot · 8 months
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When/if Jaller's team gets into their Mahri arc, are they going to be on the swim team? 😁
HGLDFGHLKJFSLKDG
I'm not gonna lie my immediate reaction was "wait are high school swim teams actually a thing" because in my area they exist as like. non-school stuff like at the sports center or whatever but not at actual schools. I've never been to a high school with a pool but presumably they do exist somewhere
I think when the Mahri stuff hits, honestly they just become even weirder. They were already weird as Toa go with the glowing eyes and the lightning thing but now they have, like, gills? Some of them have scales? Kongu's been trying to grow out his beard and for some reason it's got a weird chitinous texture? Jaller has made friends with a crab? Wait, aren't those invasive here?
Meanwhile Nokama "I Am Coping Just Fine With My Werebeast Past" Metru is losing her fucking mind
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praisethesuns · 5 months
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saint and sinner
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herald of a new era
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yknow something i really love about WH so far is that i really, truly, have no idea what the fuck is going on. like i can theorize and speculate on the Scrumptious little crumbs we have so far, but looking at it as a whole and the info/hints sprinkled everywhere. man i cannot guess where this is going to go lmao
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hecksupremechips · 1 year
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Ever think about Date’s view on family and how that relates to his character? When Mizuki asks him to define family, he just awkwardly offers that its like being blood related to someone. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and Mizukis, but like, he literally had no idea what a real family looks like. He’s an orphan, a man who grew up with no family and no name, but he doesn’t know that yet. He has no memory of his past, no way of knowing if there’s someone out there waiting for him to come home, if he even had a place to call home. His only frame of reference for a family is Mizuki and her parents. Deep down he knows it’s not right, not loving, but it fits the mold of a nuclear family, man and woman, blood related, so that must be what family is. When he’s asked to take in Mizuki, he’s absolutely clueless because he literally has zero frame of reference for how a child is supposed to be cared for. He puts distance between them because this isn’t his place, he doesn’t have the right to love this child as his own because he isn’t the real dad. There’s no place for someone like him in a family. And it’s baffling to him to hear that Mizuki not only loves him, she needs him because he is her family. Date believes he’s a nobody, just a sad, lonely man with no name who absolutely does not deserve this kind of love. But he has it anyway because he chooses it, he makes something that neither he nor Mizuki have ever had before. HES HOME
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If I had a dollar for every time somebody commented on Wes' 🍆...
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magpiepaws · 2 years
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So you know how this box art came out and people started theorising about the gang traveling to the past in season 4?
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I had a painful idea
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