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dwaekkicidal · 17 hours
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𓆩Mochi Boyfriend Channie𓆪
gn!reader | he was top of the poll :3 Lix's will be posted tomorrow and then I will only make more if somebody requests other member versions <3 MDNI!! smut/NSFW below the cut
Mochi Channie who introduces you to the boys pretty early on, mainly because they begged to meet their new parent but also because they are his whole life, so it's important to him that you all get along. Their opinion is important to him so when they all approve of you instantly (and you handle them well), he’s through the roof
Mochi Channie who is shy about skinship, especially in front of the others, but will tank through it just to see the smile and blush covering your face (as if his ears aren't bright red)
Mochi Channie who encourages you to allow him to spoil you and eases you into it with smaller things like buying you small snacks, then ordering your favorite food after you’ve had a long day and showing up unannounced with it and your favorite treats, then finally will ease you into accepting brand name jewelry/clothes or any gifts that are generally expensive/valuable
Mochi Channie who puts everything (that he can) on pause to answer your texts and calls, even cutting himself off mid sentence when he sees your contact show up with a distressed message
Mochi Channie who calls you every morning and night when he's on tour, even when he's exhausted and doesn't want to do any talking. He'll sit there and listen to you talk about your day and falls asleep to the sound of your voice and the comfort of seeing you beside him once again
Mochi Channie who gives you secret sneak peeks into their latest endeavors, 1. so you know what he is doing at all times and 2. so he can see your eyes sparkle at events you find particularly interesting
Mochi Channie who gives you sneak peaks into songs like he did in Chan's room, only giving you a second or so of noise and then being a tease and leaving you hanging
Mochi Channie who, if you puppy dog eye him at a particular demo that sounds interesting, literally can not resist you and will show you as much of the song as you want/as he is comfortable with
Mochi Channie who, over time, opens up more and will eventually start taking your compliments to heart (Chris if ur reading this you WILL love urself. 🔫<3)
Mochi Channie who is a fast learner: memorizes every little thing about you within a week of figuring out. New favorite food or drink? Knows the exact order and your preferred store of purchase. New favorite song or movie? Always plays it whenever he can.
Mochi Channie who indirectly asks stay for opinions on gifts for you. Goes on Bubble to send a picture of some items and a message along the lines of "Which do you want? haha." he reads through the replies and tallies them, using the final count to make a decision
Mochi Channie who may be inexperienced at first, but again is a very fast learner. So much so that by the 3rd or 4th time you guys are having sex, he knows your body to the same degree as, if not better, than you
Mochi Channie who has every spot that makes you squirm, every angle that makes you cry out, and every kink that makes your legs weak engrained in his head
Mochi Channie who won’t hesitate to fulfill your needs of him being rougher. also not hesitating to sit you down to discuss specifics and put rules in space
Mochi Channie who researches new positions, trying the most interesting out in order to figure out which one feels the best and has you shaking the fastest
Mochi Channie who gives you whiplash the first time he's rough with you. He wine and dines you while being his usual soft and lovey dovey self.. until he's not
Daddy Chris who pins you to the front door the second it's closed, pushing his thick lips against yours in a sloppy make out session
Daddy Chris who spends over an hour on just foreplay (mainly edging hehe), wanting things to be perfect and wanting you to be as relaxed as possible before he loses control
Daddy Chris who eases himself into you gently, like he normally does, but gives you whiplash when he starts to fuck into you meanly
Daddy Chris who "You asked for it, so just fucking take it. You promised you would be good for me, remember baby?"
Daddy Chris who does nothing but smirk and thrust harder when you cry out about how good he feels and how close you are despite the fact that he just started fucking into you
Daddy Chris who likes to put you in doggy so he can sneak a hand in your hair to pull you back-to-chest with him, giving him free rein to whisper filthy things in your ear while keeping you close
Daddy Chris who goes back and forth with his words. One second telling you things like how “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Taking me so well” and the next second saying things like “Aww it's too much? Good. Take this fucking dick, baby. It's made just for you."
Daddy Chris who pulls as many orgasms from you as he can before he's finished, sweet talking you through every. single. one. so he can watch you squirm below him with the biggest smirk on his face
Daddy Chris who only ends the night after you're overstimulated out your mind, tears running down your face and drool sliding down your chin
Daddy Chris who cleans you up, pressing sweet kisses to your temple and whispering soothing words to calm you down. He holds you close in the shower and at first just lets the hot water fall onto your skin before he washes you both
Mochi Channie who goes on like normal the next day, as if he didn't fuck you within an inch of your life the night before
Mochi Channie who still gets red in the face when you two show any skinship in front of the boys, but is more confident now that he realizes how deep in you both are <3
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omitea · 2 days
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KISS ME MORE .ᐟ
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❥. ft. highschool! g. satoru
╰┈➤. it was quite shocking to find out that satoru hasn’t had his first kiss yet. but luckily for him, you’re happy to be his first.
❥. content. bsf! gojo, fluff, he’s down bad, awkward satoru, kissing, f! reader. pretty rushed if u couldn’t tell.
❥. note. yes. im posting this again. this sucks, apologies.
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truth to be told, you couldn't believe the words that left his throat. the sound of his voice now distant as that particular sentence ran through your mind. you shifted your weight on his bed, looking dumbfounded. "wait, really..?" you questioned.
you were too engulfed in the sudden confession to notice the slight furrow of his brows, along with a small pout on his glossy lips. satoru shrugged his shoulders and dragged his lanky body towards the edge of the bed before mumbling a soft, "why are you so surprised?”
his eyes were casted downwards behind his glasses, and you knew him too well to know that he was trying to hide his embarrassment.
with a small sigh, you started nudging his back with your sock cladded foot. "it's just that you often brag about your interactions with girls, you know," you started. "but there's nothing wrong with that, toru.”
you were only met with silence, so you took that as your queue to sit beside him. you placed a hand on his thigh and patted it softly. "talk to me, please?" you whined. it would pretty much be an understatement if you'd say you didn't internally cringe at the desperation seeping through.
satoru cleared his throat and finally took his glasses off to look at you. the pout was still evident on his lips and a dust of pink adorned his soft cheeks. he looked adorable but slightly uncomfortable at the same time. "can you keep this between us, please? " he groaned — eyes traveling towards the curve of your lips.
a roll of his eyes was enough to have the giggles erupt from your chest. how can you be so cruel and laugh at him while he's feeling so miserable.
"when have your secrets ever escaped the walls of this room?" you scoffed. he only responded with a throaty hum and soon enough, the quiet ambience draped over you both like a heavy blanket. it wasn't awkward, the only sound being your breathing and the padding of your feet against the wooden floor. and before you could process it, the offer flew past your tongue.
"how about i be the first one you’ve ever kissed?"
sator coughed obnoxiously- chest heaving up and down as he tried to control the rapid beating of his heart. the palms of his hands starting to feel sweaty. yes, he thought you were attractive on multiple occasions, but he didn't think much of it. you were just a friend that's always been there for him. nothing else...
"huh, what." he trailed off, bright blue eyes searching for your own. in need to find something hidden behind them. to tell him that you're obviously joking. but he finds nothing but pure intention in your gaze. the small grin you sent his way, was enough to make him jump up from where he was seated. "i’m fine," he huffed and crossed his arms against his chest.
but the blush that was still there on his cheeks said otherwise. you hummed and laid back down on the mattress, sighing in content as your head rested on his satin pillow. just enough to make you take a nap right there and then. you closed your eyes for a brief moment before you felt the bed dip. you could hear his heavy breathing, as if he had just ran a marathon. “are you doing okay?" you asked, opening your eyes to look up at him.
he was nervous. you could tell by the way he was fidgeting with his slender fingers. with a slight nod, he meekly replied, "does...that offer still stand?"
your lips started to twitch, daring the corners to tilt and shape into a mischievous grin. and you're proud to say that you've seen this coming. if there's a chance, he will definitely take it. "oh?,”you teased— eyebrow raising as you propped yourself up on your elbows. "thought you said you were all fine by yourself?"
the slight flaring of his nose made it hard to contain the snort that was being held in for way too long. with an amused sigh, you finally sat up to rest against his headboard— hand moving swiftly to beckon him over. it was kind of cute with the way he didn't hesitate to move closer; almost like a puppy in desperation of a treat.
"are you sure you want your first kiss to be with me, "toru?" at that, he frantically nodded before deciding on a small "yes." his hands felt clammy as he tugged on the fabric of his sweatpants in anticipation. sure, there were moments where he got excited when he got confessed to, but nothing could've prepared him for what was finally about to happen.
"don't think too much during the kiss," you uttered in a soft tone, "just go along with it and we'll see how it goes from there."
satoru's eyes darted from yours to your lips before settling on your eyes again. they looked so soft and sweet. he couldn't wait to savor the taste. "c'mere," you motioned, placing a hand on his cheek. you were so close, he swore he could count every mole that littered your skin.
the feeling of his lashes brushing your cheek felt like a feather leaving tingles along the way. and with a slight tilt of your head, you finally closed the gap between you both. eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his soft lips. a shuddered breath left his nose while his hand traveled towards the nape of your neck. it started off clumsily, but it was better than you could have predicted. satoru was a fast learner, in almost everything he took part in. the clashing of teeth in the beginning was long forgotten once he got the hang of it.
with a better angle, he deepened the kiss and taking full control only to leave you to try and catch up. it wasn't rushed, just the right pace. you were skeptical about it being the first time for him. it felt like he had some pretty good experience beforehand.
what you didn't expect, was for him to softly tug your bottom lip between his teeth. your hand nestled in his hair, combing your fingers through the white strands. he gently started nibbling till he could feel your swollen lips against his. the breathy groan that escaped his throat was enough for you to pull away.
hair tousled and cheeks flushed, trying his hard to catch his breath. his tongue poked out, sliding across his bottom lip. he could still feel the lingering taste of your chapstick and seeing your mixed saliva on your lips, only made him want to kiss you more and hard.
millions of thoughts ran through your mind. trying to comprehend how this could be his first time kissing someone. must he be good at everything?
"you're a liar, satoru gojo." you pointed an accusing finger at him. "you know i hate liars."
his eyebrows shot up in confusion, mouth agape as he stared obliviously, "what do you mean?"
with a harsh roll of your eyes, you added," you obviously lied about not kissing someone before. what else could i possibly mean?"
"huh? i'm not lying, pinky promise!"
you scoffed, eyeing him up and down skeptically.
"did you practice with your poster or something?" you sure hope not.
a beat of silence was all you needed to know that he did in fact, practice with his poster. your face morphed into one of sheer horror. the thought alone made you shake your head, trying to get rid of the image of him slobbering against a piece of paper.
"please tell me it wasn’t with that old thing." you pointed with your chin behind him, where an old, winkled poster was taped against the wall.
an awkward chuckle was all he could muster, before grabbing your hand in his. "don't tell suguru or shoko, please," he begged— big blue eyes staring in your soul. "they wouldn't let me live this down."
you hummed in thought, "under one condition, though." satoru squeezed your hand to let you know he was listening. " i want one more kiss."
the sentence barely escaped your lips before he captured them again. this time more confidently and deeply as if he was longing for them. eagerly swallowing every pretty sound daring to slip through.
satoru thinks he should kiss you more often, as long as you choose to keep his secret between the very own walls you have your make out sessions in.
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©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !
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ros3ybabe · 2 days
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20-Day Challenge 🎀
I have been in the BIGGEST slump lately. My anxiety had been the highest I've seen it in a while. My eyes are starting to twitch from high cortisol levels again, and I've found it so hard to regulate my stress, anxiety, emotions and just being able to do things is so hard right now. So, here's a challenge for myself that won't be too difficult but will hopefully push me to do things. It is only 20 days because I am traveling to Colorado after that point and will have to adjust my routines and dailies for the 8 weeks I'm in Colorado.
☀️ Morning Routine Non Negotiables
low impact youtube workout (pilates/yoga/stretching)
morning journaling
morning hygiene (skincare/deoderant/brush teeth/brush hair)
⛅️ Daily Non Negotiables
study Spanish for at minimum 10 minutes
read some form of a self-help or productivity book for a minimum of 10 pages
take a walk (either outside or walk around the house, 5k steps minimum daily)
⭐️ Night Routine Non Negotiables
night time guided journal + daily journal (minimum one sentence about my day)
night time hygiene (shower/brush teeth/skincare)
set myself up for the next day
🌈 "Rules"
need to post an update for every day for accountability. if I do not do something I've listed, I need to have a genuine reason why (sick, migraine, unknown change of plans, weather, bodily pain or injury, etc) and must explain the reason or admit to my excuses.
consistent wake up and sleep time. wake up between 5/530am, and be asleep no later then 10/1030pm.
no more than 2 cups of a coffee a day
no coffee after 1pm
minimum 80oz of water
try to minimize screen time on social media
be honest!!! lying about this helps no one, and only keeps me unproductive and unmotivated. if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it.
Here's to giving myself an extra kick in the rear yo stay productive and keep myself motivated and disciplined as best as possible. It's the least I can do for myself. starts today/tomorrow (may 27th or 28th)!
please keep me accountable lovelies 🩷
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sweetestlamb · 2 days
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Remember Me
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Author's note: I can't believe it's almost over. I'll miss them so much 😭😭 I've been meaning to write but life is lifing and I never have time so I quickly got this out and hope to post something else tomorrow.
Summary: I was made to love you in every universe.
It's like learning to breathe again after being submerged in water for too long, his lungs burn from the strain but his body knows what to do.
Inhale. Exhale. Remember.
Her smile on the rainy day and the way his heart stopped just for a moment to take her in.
The ache in his chest as she cried desperately lashing out in the hospital and the guilt that threatened to suffocate him.
How deeply he loved her and how full he felt when she finally loved him back, she never said the words but he felt her love all the same.
It was all erased without his permission and then suddenly it was pressing down on him until he could barely breathe. Memories. Not fantasies, or dreams or even hallucinations but memories from a life the he doesn't recall living but his heart does, it feels so real to him, so much so that he can't stop the tears from begin to pour from his eyes.
How could he forget her? How could she let him?
"Sun Jae? Are you in pain? Are you okay? I'll get the doctor."
He blindly grabs at his manager's hand stopping him before he can leave him.
"No. I need you to get Im Sol. I need to talk to her, right now."
"What? Why do you need to talk to her? You need to let this crush go! You almost died tonight, I was so worried about you!"
It doesn't make sense, nothing does anymore and he doesn't even know where to begin in explaining to Dong Seok, he just knows that he has to see Sol. He's never wanted anything more in his whole life, or lives.
"Please. Just get her."
He hears a deep sigh and then it's quiet again and now he just has to wait and hope that she'll come.
That she can help make sense of the mess in his head.
Although he tries to fight it, sleep is a worthy opponent and he loses the battle.
But at least in his sleep she finds him again smiling so beautifully that it's hard to believe that he could have ever forgotten her.
He remembers her laugh, the touch of her hand on his, and every kiss plays like a movie of someone else's life and it ignites a burning in his chest that he's only ever felt since meeting Im Sol.
I was made to love you.
He watches himself whisper those words to her and the gentle smile that forms on her face as she leans over to press their lips together.
But before they can touch he feels himself being shaken from his sleep and he almost rumbles, annoyed to be pulled from a memory so sweet but when he opens his eyes it's not Dong Seok that he sees but her.
His fate.
"What happened? Why are you here? Why are you hurt? You're not supposed to be hurt, I did all of this so you wouldn't ever get hurt!"
She wails at him, his chest tightens as he watches her cry again. Always crying for him.
"Sol. I missed you."
And that makes her freeze her eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears as she stares at him. He stares right back, lifting himself up into a seated position. He needs to sit for this conversation.
"What do you- I shouldn't have come here. I should go."
This time he takes her hand and refuses to let go. He's never letting go ever again. Even if it means he dies, death is worth the touch of her hand.
"Stop running away. I know you want me to live a long life but I can't be happy without you in it."
"What are you talking about? I wasn't talking about you when I said that I was talking about....uhhhh I meant-"
He lets her fumble trying to find a way to end her sentence but words escape her and he's done being without her.
" It's me. It's always been me and for me, it's always been you."
Her breath hitches and he reaches across to brush away the tears slowly trailing down her cheeks.
"How?"
"I remember everything. I know why you pushed me away and I know why you're scared to be around me."
For a moment it's like she's frozen in time and then everything erupts and she cries like a child, like her heart is broken and she's lost everything precious in this world, like a weight has been lifted and she's gained everything she's ever wanted.
"Come here." He draws her closer hugging her tightly, healing them both.
He rocks her back and forth as she weeps in his arms and he hums soothing words into her ears.
"You did good. I'm sorry I forgot you, I'm sorry I left you all alone."
Those words make her pull back and she shakes her head viciously.
"I wasn't lonely. I was fine. Everything was fine, I did what I had to do and I'd do it again."
And he takes offense. Anger so hot it burns rises up in his chest.
"Do you love me?"
His words are hard, they bite the air and smack her across the face.
It's an accusation. And he sees her anger form right back like clouds before a hurricane.
"Do I love you?! You remember everything and you're still asking me that?"
"Yes! You're still lying to me. You'd be fine without me? Well I wouldn't be fine without you! I need you, more than life."
"If you stay beside me then you'll die!"
"And if I don't then I won't live!
He grabs her face as shouts his final plea, baring his entire heart to her on a platter. He's always been consistent.
"Do you understand? If I don't have you then life isn't worth living, Sol. I was made to love you and only you. In every universe. That's my fate."
"Why? Why can't you love someone else? Why can't I save you? Why is fate so cruel?"
That he has no answer to. He's never had to watch her die but she's endured that pain too many times and he knows that's what held her back.
But it's different this time. He's not going to die.
"Nothing's going to happen. They got him. He's never going to hurt anyone ever again."
"Are you sure? He's.. Really..."
She stutters in disbelief and he nods, "Your friend got him. He saved my life too."
"Thank goodness. Thank goodness."
She collapses onto his bed and he tries to suppress the tinge of jealousy that flares. It's not the right time and she loves him, he's seen it through space and time.
"So, stop pushing me away. Please."
There is only silence and then there's sobs and she's gripping his hand just as tightly.
"I..... didn't want to. It hurt everyday. To watch you and know that I couldn't have you, to know that I'd never hear your voice or feel your arms around me or be there to comfort you. I cried every night. I wasn't fine. It felt like stabbing myself in the heart a million times. I-"
"Shhhh. It's okay now. Just give me all the love you've been hiding. I'll take it all."
"Can I?"
She sounds so young and sixteen year old Sol flashes in his mind.
"You can."
She squeezes his hand before bringing it to her mouth and placing a butter soft kiss on his skin.
Then she leans closer and reaches up to caress his face. She stares at him as if she's drinking him in and she says as much, "This beautiful face. I should have enjoyed it more when I had the chance."
He blushes, not used to being called beautiful but he doesn't contradict her. Who is he to deny a compliment?
"Enjoy it now. You can even take a picture."
Her giggle is music to his ears.
"Your ego got bigger."
"Hmmm that's not all that got bigger." He fires back straight faced and then he smirks as her tell tale blush colors her face a vivid red.
"Where is your mind right now? What are you thinking about Sol? Hmmm?"
"Nothing! Shut up! I wasn't thinking about anything dirt-!"
And he probably shouldn't do what he wants to because those other timelines weren't truly them, or were they? It's all so confusing but ever since he watched himself kiss her it's all he's been able to think about. He wants to kiss her desperately, hungrily.
He's too impatient to wait for her to catch up. He kisses her hard, then soft then hard again and it's everything. A taste that he forgot that suddenly takes him over and it's all he can remember now. He twists his head remembering that she liked that, then swipes his tongue in a move that used to make her moan.
"Sunjae.." she moans into his mouth.
Still makes her moan.
"You know he's still recovering you really shouldn't be sucking his face off quite yet." A voice rings it loudly breaking the tension in the room.
She bolts away from him but he doesn't loosen his hold on her. Instead he turns his head to glare at the intruder.
"Get out."
"No. You'll have a scandal if I leave, who knows how far you two will go..." Baek Inhyuk replies with a salacious wiggle of his brows.
It's probably for the best.
There's so much he wants to do with her, and he doesn't want an audience.
He just wants Im Sol.
Now, and forever.
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amerricanartwork · 3 days
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I want to say I love reading your headcanons, especially your Iterator ones. Do you have a unique headcanons for Pebbles, since you haven't talked about him much?
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Ohhh, I'm so glad to hear that!! I love creating and typing down these headcanons, but sometimes I worry whether anyone actually wants to read these long posts about it, so it's always so nice to hear people appreciate them!
I would love to talk more about Five Pebbles! I actually have quite a few headcanons for him specifically since I tend to ponder him a lot. In fact, of all the canon characters, when it comes to headcanons that aren't purely working out their general personality and backstory I think I currently have more outside headcanons for him than anyone else.
But nonetheless, assuming you mean "unique" as "interesting and relatively uncommon/unheard of in the fandom", here's one of mine that might seem odd or specific, but I really like it!
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I’ve headcanoned for at least a few months now that Five Pebbles is very much an auditory learner. He’s more receptive to spoken and auditory information than just written text, and as such he tends to talk a lot, which is how he best formulates his ideas. 
Now, when I call him an auditory learner (or maybe just an audio-oriented person in general would be a better way to describe it), I also mean he generally cares a lot about how things “sound” to him. Five Pebbles pays close attention to how certain sounds “feel” in a sense, not just with regular abstract sounds, but spoken words, phrases, and ideas too. He likes it when sentences flow smoothly, convey the proper emotion or idea, and sound intellectual and well-thought-out, and dislikes when phrases sound clunky, confusing, or otherwise unprofessional and improper. In situations where he wants to appear smart and sophisticated, especially in a competitive sense, he loves flexing his extremely large vocabulary by throwing in long and obscure words and technical jargon too. To reference my last headcanon ask, this trait is another quality making him dislike NSH, who doesn’t care as much about grammar or syntax and thus tends to speak in casual ways Pebbles finds “improper”.
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Usually, when he has a decent amount of uninterrupted personal time, Pebbles will spend several hours on end just talking to himself in his chamber to work out his ideas and plan any essays or speeches he’s preparing to give. He loves making sure that every sentence sounds pleasing, proper, and is grammatically correct, yet still explains his ideas thoroughly and accurately. However, despite being an introvert who values his alone time, he sometimes talks about his ideas to other iterators, especially when he wants feedback and criticism. In fact, having long discussions and debates, particularly about scientific, artistic, and philosophical matters, is perhaps one of the only things he actively enjoys doing with other people.
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In this latter regard, this habit was actually one of the only reasons he occasionally, yet still actively sought out the presence of Unparalleled Innocence, someone whom I headcanon he never had much of a relationship at all with, positive or negative (at least pre-AU, that is). But nonetheless, Innocence is a very good listener and never declined an invitation to talk with him, though more often than not it turned more into him just rambling about something and her quietly listening and encouraging him to continue on (which she did for… other reasons besides her fascination with the subjects of his speeches, but I will get to those some other day…)
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Another facet to this headcanon is that Pebbles has a strong appreciation for music. He finds it helps him calm down and work through his emotions very well, alongside one other habit I’ll address in a more official headcanon post. Thus, he’s got various music pearls with his favorite tunes that he’ll listen to while working or when he needs to relax. The purple one in Rivulet’s campaign is only one of many, though that was also the only one he could obtain at the time his chamber was broken into by the rot. 
His love of music has always been another little “worldly pleasure” that he took for granted, not realizing just how much he enjoyed it until after mass-ascension. And even then, he stuffed it deep inside him and kept trying to downplay its value to him all the way until his rot condition was almost at its climax. This emotional turmoil I imagine him having is a particular element of his character arc I find very interesting even in regular Downpour canon, but once again I will elaborate on it more later…
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Anyway, there's the headcanon! Seeing as I'm planning to explain major character info in official headcanon posts, I tried to choose one that wasn't too essential for narrative comprehension, but is still unique and hopefully decently entertaining in-and-of itself. I also tried to use this to test a new format of doing more sketches for these headcanon posts, so it's not as much pure text.
Anyway, I hope you like it! And if you (or anyone else reading this, for that matter) ever want more headcanons, or can add to this one, don't be afraid to send another ask!
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Lee Felix would be obsessed with titjobs that’s it that’s the post
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quarks-pussy · 8 months
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Marinler wedding but when the priest says "you may now kiss the bride" Mariner dips him
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jonathanbiers · 1 year
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Argyle never gets frustrated with Steve when he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t roll his eyes, or give That Sigh. He explains things patiently, if a bit abstractly, and when Steve is way off base Argyle runs with it. Is Vecna a vampire? Whoa that would be wild, man! Do you think he can’t have garlic? We could just take him out with a gnarly garlic pie, my dude!
the way you're seeing into my mind.... argyle being really soft with steve and taking the time to make sure he doesn't feel stupid when he's confused is something i've considered AT LENGTH (specifically in dms with @himbohohoharringtxn who has the unfortunate luck of being on the receiving end of Most of my argyle thoughts fdjghkdfj)
i would like to preface this by saying that i am firmly in "argyle and steve are both genuinely smart" territory. i think steve is very neurodivergent coded (i see the arguments for adhd/autism/dyslexia/ocd and as someone who might be autistic but is diagnosed with the other three....i see these arguments and i agree on all fronts) and there's also the head trauma of it all, though that's not what this is about. he's not fucking dumb, he just needs things broken down and explained to him in a very specific way. nothing wrong with that!
as far as argyle is concerned - we've literally seen him in action noticing small details no one else has(one of my fav parallels between them), which ends up being the reason the cali group finds nina and el. he's not fucking dumb either, just delivered to us as a comic relief stoner character with little dimension because the duffers need to be fucking stopped
BUT ANYWAY! you're so right! argyle would see the way steve sometimes gets brushed off and spoken over. the rest don't mean it to be hurtful and steve tries not to show that it does sometimes sting (because it's really not that big of a deal to him and it's not like they're being outright mean) but he would ABSOLUTELY "yes and-" whatever steve's off the wall question or idea was, if anything just to make him laugh, relieve some of the tension. AND IT WORKS is the thing.
it's not just, "duuuude, what if we just lure vecna into the sun? he'll be TOAST in five seconds flat, no fighting necessary. nancy, you can put the gun down, we're gonna hurl garlic cloves at him with a slingshot!" in one fell swoop, argyle is 1. making sure steve feels heard and not spoken over; 2. acknowledging steve's input and effort in a way that, let's be honest, the others don't do very often; 3. putting a smile on the group's faces for a while because fuck they're kids in a stressful situation and need a laugh; 4. putting himself in the line of fire so the others can rag on him instead.
argyle would do this when they aren't even dating yet and steve definitely would not be normal about it, he'd be smiling so big and soft and then argyle would catch his eye and smile back and they'd have this little quiet moment between them amidst all the chaos and dread.
after they're dating though? oh, they'd be INSUFFERABLE. they'd be such a pda couple, with the ridiculous pet names("what the fuck did you just call me?" "don't worry about it, my lil sweet potato pie."), and the open flirting until their friends are fake-retching, the whole nine yards. argyle is hanging off of steve's back with his arms around his waist and not even acknowledging it as he makes his argument to the rest of the group that, "no, no, listen. steve is onto something here, i just know. what if-"
and when they're alone, it'd be less of the theatrics and silliness and more of the gentle patience. they're both smart in really different ways and when argyle gets something steve doesn't and steve is getting a little frustrated about it, he'd take his hand or pull him close and just distract him with a little bit of affection to get him to cool down because he knows being frustrated isn't going to help steve figure out whatever it is. conversely, steve does the same when he's trying to explain something to argyle - though he's less likely to get as frustrated when confused, and more likely to pretend to take longer to get it than he actually does because listening to steve explain a subject he's knowledgeable about is fucking hot, can you blame him? they're just soft with each other, okay
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dustteller · 29 days
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Yknow, I think this passage really captures how Ouyang views Esen, especially in contrast with how Baoxiang views Esen. Ouyang geuinely believes the best of Esen, he genuinely belives that Esen is good and pure and kind and that it's himslef that is taining him into being otherwise. And while Ouyang is right in that he's technically responsible for Esen’s current emotional state (he did very much kill Esen’s dad and frame his brother for it, that is very much a thing he just did), for once it isn't his fault for the everything else going on with Esen?
I do think Esen is generally good-natured, and tries to be kind and generous to those he loves, but it's very clear that Ouyang has reduced him to JUST that in his head. He only sees Esen’s best qualities as inherent to him, and all the bad ones are Ouyang's fault somehow. He blames himself for Esen not understanding him (because there's something wrong with him, and even when he's mad at Esen for not caring enough to notice certain things he justifies it in his head by making it about his own unmanliness or whatever and Esen is just to perfect for that), for any failure in battle (yeah you're the general but Esen also approved this hes your boss dude), and generally for any moment where Esen exhibits less than stellar behaviour/capacity/etc. When in reality, we have a lot of moments where Esen is just sort of a dick, many of which are pre-ouyang (courtesy of HWDtW wbx flashbacks, which, granted, are also biased but my point still stands). We see Esen's constant and usually unjustified frustration with wbx and sometimes Ouyang, we see him be dismissive of the things they tell him, in the pre-order reward its pretty much stated that he makes a habit of dumping Ouyang outside brothels for hours while he goes inside to get laid, in one of his first scenes we see how much he enjoys it when Ouyang spends the whole morning tormenting Altan (altho tbf he kinda deserved it, altan suuuccckkss), and in general Esen just kinda treats people like crap sometimes. He's snapish and short-tempered and stubborn and imperious, loves whining about stuff, and is a shitty brother and best friend. He's got a lot of good qualities too, like how he's one of the few people that treats Ouyang with respect and tries to treat him as an equal, how his first reaction when wbx is insulted is to come to his defense (even if wbx usually foils his attempts by immediately clapping back and storming off), how we see him recognize he gets frustrated witj wbx too easily and tries to hold his temper back, how he immediately self-sacrifices to save Ouyang from his dad, how even after thinking wbx killed their dad he does really want to forgive him.
My point is, Esen is trying, but he's a very flawed human being, and Ouyang just can't seem to grasp that. He looks at him with rose-colored glasses. And it's so interesting that amongst all the shitty things Ouyang has done (and this duology really just is Ouyang and WBX fuck up yuan dynasty china to truly Epic proportions), the one he feels worst about is the one that isn't actually his fault (sorta). He may have killed Chaghan and been the catalyst for Esen's emotional blow up, but he isn't responsible for Esen having the capacity to burn WBX's books. That was Esen's decision. He hasn't somehow manipulated Esen into an eviler, crueler version of himself by virtue of existing evil-y and eunuch-y and revengefully im his vicinity. Esen was always capable of this, even if we take out Ouyang's actual manipulations, and I think this whole I-tainted-hin mentality really encapsulates how fucked up their relationship and Ouyang's mental state are in general. After all, Ouyang doesn't feel bad about the murder, or the framing, and he feels guilt about causing Esen pain, but most of all, he feels absolutely terrible that he's shattered what he sees as Esen’s purity, which in reality is mostly just the pedestal he himslef put him on. Man, what a fucked up little guy.
#she who became the sun#man i need to stop being like heyy ill just post smt quick just a few sentences and then I'll sleep#it always ends up as a shitty 3am essay#also i need to re-emphazise how much he did not feel bad about the murder portion of this.#and how he felt even less bad about having wbx take the blame.#in his mind they deserved it! chaghan for killing his fam and also being a dick#and wbx for being annoying and understanding him too much.#which btw is another great example of how ouyang views himself bc somebody else being like him at all is an execulate offense in his mind.#he wants both wbx and zhu dead the moment he realizes they're like him in some manner bc that's what he would want for himself.#even the crime of understanding him is sacrilege and means the person is irredeemably tainted in some manner.#which is why paradoxically he can be angry at esen for not understanding him but also have it be his fault.#bc Esen cannot understand him bc if he did then that would mean Esen is also tainted#and as we have established Esen is NOT tainted. he is immaculate. practically the virgin mary (but with more wives)#and if he IS tainted its Ouyang's fault too bc clearly he did not come that way these are ouyang-cooties#so its a GOOD thing esen can't understand him actually you guys#man. what a guy. someone should put him in a cetrifuge and distill some extra virgin self hate oil or whatevef#(only in main canon tho in the preorder reward it'd be eau de self hate or something i suppose)#also if u wanna laugh imagine a crossfaded ouyang explaining this train of thought to an equally xfaded (and very confused/worried) xu da#general ouyang#esen temur
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hephaestuscrew · 1 year
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When I think about Minkowski, Eiffel, Hera and Lovelace post-canon, the relationship I imagine is something that could be described as a group queerplatonic relationship. As I like to think about it (and other people are obviously entirely free to think about it differently), the relationships are entirely platonic, but they prioritise each other, they take care of each other, they live together (although with a fair amount of individual comings and goings), and they are the most important people in each other's lives. External people tend to wonder who is dating who in that house and are surprised to learn that no one is. But I don't think they'd feel the need for a term like QPR. I don't think they'd be searching for that language to describe their dynamic to the world or to each other.
Of course, I also think of them under the term 'found family', but I'm not sure they'd use familial language either. I think they'd leave that unspoken. And words like 'friends' and 'housemates' - while true - don't fully capture who they are to each other.
In fact, when I'm thinking about how they describe their relationships to each other post-canon, the word that I keep coming back to is that they are a crew.
They are still a crew post-canon. But "crew" means something different now that the station is gone. "Crew" had already started to mean something different while they were up there. (See this post.) It's a choice now. It had already started to be a choice while they were up there. Once, "crew" described their shared relationship to the Hephaestus. Now it only describes their relationships to each other.
I think Minkowski definitely still calls them "her crew". And the others end up doing so too, although perhaps to a lesser extent. Sometimes it's in a casual or joking way: talking about"Crew Movie Nights", or despairing "Does no one else in this crew know how to load the dishwasher?" Sometimes it's in a purely internal way: thinking "I ought to head home - the crew will be wondering where I've got to", or ranking "Keeping my crew safe" at the top of a mental list of priorities. Sometimes it's in a serious way: asserting "I won't let the crew down", or saying "You'll always be a part of this crew" as an act of reassurance in moments of doubt and fear.
And when they call each other a crew, it means family and commitment and love and responsibility and trust and care. It means all those things that Goddard Futuristics didn't care about when it gave them that word.
There's a kind of reclamation in that, in turning a piece of that military language into something different and beautiful outside of that context, in knowing "The mission was a lie, the station was a deathtrap, but some of the people I met up there are my people now."
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Rambles about Echo's TJ route are below the cut because I'm very normal about it (spoilers for the whole thing + brief mentions of things in other routes)
There's a part of me that hates how open ended everything is, and another part that loves it. Cause like, who or what planted the scavenger hunt in the first place? What was the mirror demon that spurred Chase on? How the HELL is Carl doing after being falsely accused of messing with TJ, breaking his leg, AND hearing that one of his closest friends killed another one of his closest friends? And in supposed "self defense" too. In Flynn's route Carl very adamantly believed that Flynn would never hurt TJ, is that true here? Does he have suspicions about what Chase really did?
How about TJ? Does he just go back to college and whenever someone asks, "Hey, how'd your break go?" does he just have to look them dead in the eyes and act like he didn't witness a murder less than a week ago? A murder that on top of everything, was a near exact replication of his worst childhood trauma? Does he ever succeed in burying and repressing it down again? I feel like he never even fully repressed Sydney's death in the first place because in two of the other routes he's able to recall the truth as well, so with it so fresh in his mind and ANOTHER murder on top of it I feel he's never going to be able to completely "forget" like last time.
Does Chase ever come to his senses, or does he also try to repress his guilt as much as he can? He had shame when killing Flynn, he didn't even want to do it but felt he had to. Does it catch up to him? Is he able to live with himself, or does he forever think that Flynn was actually going to kill TJ? Does anyone ever even try to talk to Chase again after everything? Would Leo try to reach out at all, would Jenna? Do they each blame themselves? Jenna for leaving early, and Leo for not trying harder to get Chase to talk to him a few hours before it happened? I can't imagine Carl would ever want to willingly talk to Chase after that. Does Chase still talk to TJ like nothing ever happened? Does TJ try to keep it up too or does he ever try to break contact with him? Does TJ feel like he owes Chase for "saving him again?"
Does TJ himself really think that Flynn was going to hurt him? Or is that just what he tells himself to justify Chase's actions, to try to make any sense of it?
How does Julian hear the news that after he called Chase, he went on to kill someone because TJ was in danger? Does he blame himself for the death of someone he doesn't even know? Does he even believe that it was self defense in the first place after seeing first hand how weirdly protective Chase is of TJ? Does Julian ever succeed with getting in contact with TJ because he needs to make sure that one of his closest friends is okay, but would TJ even want to talk to him? TJ's only goal right now is to wipe what happened out of his mind, so his friend trying to make sure he's okay afterwards is only going to make him think about it more. So does he try to avoid anybody and everybody from Echo? What about Jenna? Would she ever be able to talk to him about what happened? Does she ever run into Chase, or does she seek him out at Pueblo? What would THAT look like??
Anyway yeah, I'm sooooooooo normal about this route :)
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scionshtola · 2 days
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having two different but related writing problems rn which are 1) i have too many ideas and im writing none because 2) i can only come up with anything while im doing something else
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inkykeiji · 30 days
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>.<
#tw clari overshares#i really need to start making new friends on here and being more active#but the issue is just the mere *thought* of that fucking terrifies me#just typing out that single sentence has my heart pounding and my hands shaking and my stomach churning#i really wish i was kidding or over-exaggerating#i want so badly to make new friends and be active in a little community on here again#but i’m so so so scared#(of what?????????? of what!!!!!!!!!!!)#bring me back to 2020 clari who talked to people despite the anxiety and was so damn active and was having an absolute blast!!!#what happened to her!!!!!#she got really sick i guess#it’s crazy like sometimes i just scroll through my archive and i can SEE it#i can see myself getting sicker and sicker and withdrawing more and more#feeding into the fear and letting it win#and now i’m here#in this hole that i’m going to have to claw myself out of IN SPITE OF the terror i feel#i miss being a part of this community so much#i miss being able to post little drabbles willy nilly and not having breakdowns over them not being perfect#NOT obsessing over my own work and flaws it may have#i miss having fun#YES my writing is extremely important to me and YES i want to one day write for a living in some capacity#but since when did that mean i had to cut everyone off??? seclude myself in a protective little bubble???#the only person who can fix this is me#(obviously hahaha)#it’s about time i put on my big girl pant(ie)s and faced that fear head on#i’m so sick of it dominating and controlling so much of my life#why did i let it take something so fucking important to me???#i have to end it!!!#if u got this far in the tags: thank you and i’m sorry for venting#i just feel like i NEED to say this
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weepylucifer · 2 years
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Carrot and Vetinari had that “polis/policeman/politician” conversation in Men at Arms, and later on in Feet of Clay Vimes remarks that Carrot is one of the very few people who genuinely like Vetinari as a person. Plus, Carrot in his role as King Destined has some insight into metanarrative, so I don’t doubt that Carrot, in that moment, became perhaps the only person to plainly see Vetinari for what he is, beyond the icy evil mastermind act that Vetinari puts on. Man Of The City. Good gods. And he’s never told anyone this. So I like to believe that, as soon as Vetinari had said that, Carrot very purposefully strode back across the throne room and gave Vetinari a rib-crushing hug. Like, the kind that lifts you off your feet a little bit
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deadqueernoldor · 4 months
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Nghhh chewing on finweans and realizing how self-sacraficial is so deeply instilled in that family, and that that particular trait is prevalent in each generation.
Finwe knew he couldnt win against Morgoth, but he could try and protect his grandchildren. He fought regardless.
Fingolfin knew he couldnt twin against Morgoth in 1-on-1. He fought regardless.
Finrod knew he would die on his quest for Beren, and still fought the wolf to save his friend. He did.
Celebrimbor knew he could protect others by dying, protecting the knowledge about the rings. He did.
It stands to reason that Elladan, Elrohir or Arwen, would have come upon a similar fate.
#sometimes it just hits me with a sledgehammer like that family (esp the feanorian side) is portrayed as selfish a lot#(instert 'justice for caranthir for tslling Angrod to fucking stick with the people who arent hiding in Menegroth from Morgoth'-agenda)#(insert 'feanor was a selfish prick by abandoning the others in aman and forcing his sons to re-swear the oath upon his death' rant)#but i still think they are actually more opputunistic when you REALLY want to put a word ending with -istic there#feanor saw the opportunity to leave aman. fuck the brother he never liked. feanor only needs the people who'll be loyal to his family anyway#curufin saw the opportunity to get support form those of nagothrongld after he and celegorm had to flee like cowards from the dragons#which. for two people who i think have immense pride in their battle skill and strength must have been a HUGE ego blow#celegorm saw the opportunity to either: fuck over doriath and thingol by keeping luthien as political leverage (i dont think he's have#forced himself on her intimately. so fuck that. idc man. leave that shit away from me. he's an asshole but not a rapist imo anyway)#or: get a silmaril out of this mess SOMEHOW.#maedhros saw the opportunity of a possibly successful assault on angband after the silmaril quest of B+L and immediately began warplanning#and realistically speaking you cant tell me that maedhros didn't see the opportunity to casually drop the fact that it was HIS brothers and#HIMSELF holding basically all the eastern lands of beleriand in safety by closing off the Gap of Maglor while... where have you heard vague#rumours of turgon and ⅓ of the nolofinwean people maybe possibly not having died after suddenly disappearing? yeah. thought so.#just the opportunity to make slight political jibes available to shut anyone up about them being selfish#this is a weird post idk where this is going i stopped thinkig halfway though the second sentence#somehow that tag rant veered from self-sacraficial to opportunistic. didnt have that on my bingo card
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sadlynotthevoid · 4 months
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Me: *sighs* there's nothing about og!Cale to read.
The at least three different fics opened, all of them I have read only halfway: ...
The more or less ten fics marked for later:...
The five posts about og!Cale on my drafts: ...
Me: Absolutely nothing to do.
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