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jjangprince · 1 year

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escalation (p.sh)

pairing(s) ➫ seonghwa x oc! (oc's name is krystal,,, pls don't ask i will always name my ocs krystal)

genre(s) ➫ romance, almost-smut, mafia au (implied)

warnings ➫ hot and bothered seonghwa, a lot of kissing, neck sucking, hickeys, mentions of sex, cussing, rated PG15

word count ➫ 2k+

synopsis ➫ seonghwa lets himself in krystal's house one early morning, only to be welcomed with a surprise.

notes ➫ this was a drabble i started in 2021 in hopes to slot it in one of my chaptered fanfictions, which well, ended up not manifesting after-all. LOL. it's a good read if u wanna envision horny-hwa i guess ... please be kind as this is my first posting here!

recommended song ➫ tally by blackpink (the rated version)

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“What’s that on your neck?”

Seonghwa’s usually poised and calm voice, was no longer evident but instead replaced with a rather harsh and cold one.

Krystal jumped at the sound of his voice. She didn’t expect him to be here, not after the argument they had a couple of days ago.

She immediately pulled her hair tie off her ponytail to hide the mark lingering around her neck. To be honest, even she herself didn’t want to see it. It was just a reminder of the disgusting event that took place last night.

Seonghwa was obviously not too happy with that answer. He took a couple of strides, that were rather big because of his height, and in no time he was right in front of the elder, blocking her path to the bathroom.

“Hwa. Move. I need to use the bathroom,” a hint of desperation was clearly heard in her voice, and he of course caught it.

Krystal was also avoiding any form of eye contact with him. When she spoke she only looked to the sides of his face and his forehead. He caught her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

“I said, what’s that on your neck?”

That was the final straw for Krystal. She placed her palms flatly onto his muscled chest and pushed him away from her, the close vicinity giving her a hard time to breathe. Being close to Seonghwa always made her feel things, and not being able to breathe were one of them. She just likes him too much.

“It’s nothing-“

“-Krystal.”

Seonghwa didn’t gave up. He gripped onto her wrists next and pulled her body closely to his, their chests separated only by thin air.

His brows were furrowed as he put his thinking face on, inspecting the marks on her neck. Krystal would’ve thought he looked so hot right now if it weren’t for the aching pain between her thighs.

“Wait. Is that a-“

“Seonghwa, please. I need to use the bathroom,” she muttered, tears welling up. The younger male only had one weakness in the world and it was the woman standing in front of him. He released his hold and took a step back to give her the space she needed, watching her wobble her way to the bathroom.

She didn’t make it.

Her knees starting shaking so hard that she was having a hard time to even stand up straight. She dropped onto the ground, and a moment later Seonghwa was right next to her with a worried look on.

“Krystal, you need to tell me what happened so that I can help you-“

“-wait, is that blood?!”

The both of them looked at the blood trailing down her legs. Krystal winced and sighed. This wasn’t going to end well. Not when Seonghwa was there.

“Krystal, did someone touched you without consent?”

“No!” Defensively, she answered, face breaking into a sweat.

Seonghwa’s face fell.

“You had sex with someone voluntarily?”

“That’s my personal choice, Hwa. It’s none of your business,” she looked away, sighing at the mess.

He bit onto his lips, hiding his fury, - hiding his anger. Who dared to hurt his beauty and taint her with their dirty hands?

He gathered her into his arms and settled her onto the sink of the bathroom.

“Does it hurt a lot princess?”

“It’s fine, it’s not my first time,” she mumbled reaching out for the contraceptive pills in her wallet. That was what she was why she urgently wanted to use the bathroom just now.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen. That only meant-

“He cummed in you?”

Krystal let out a shaky laugh. “This conversation is starting to become very intimate, Hwa,”

He raised a brow, arms still on both sides to her waist.

“I’m serious. You guys didn’t use protection? That’s stupid, you know?”

Krystal looked down after swallowing the pill. “I know. But it wasn’t like I had a choice,”

“W-What? I thought you said it was with consent? Krystal, princess, please. Make me understand-“

“I- I will tell you. But before that, I want to confront you about this:

I was very hurt when you kissed back that girl back at the club a couple days ago. I was really hurt. I ...”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, letting the tears fall free onto her pale cheeks, with Seonghwa intently watching, his beautiful eyebrows drawn close together.

“I ... haven’t done what I did last night for a long time. It’s been years, actually. But I did it because ... because I was so sad. And I thought yeah. Maybe I’m meant to be alone in this world and maybe that’s the sole purpose why I exist in this world,”

“I saved myself for you, Seonghwa, but I felt so broken when you kissed that woman back ...”

Seonghwa’s eyes were still furrowed. If anything, he felt more confused now more than ever.

“I don’t understand princess-“

“My father has been selling my body out to his clients in order to become Mafia King.”

Krystal finally said this in one breath, her chest heaving up and down.

It was dead silent from Seonghwa’s side, and she was almost afraid to look up to see what his facial expression holds.

What would he feel? How would he react? Would be recoil away because of how disgusted he felt about her? She wouldn’t be surprised, because if its anyone, Krystal herself was the most disgusted with her own self.

When she finally gathered the courage to look up, she finds herself in a disability to talk.

Seonghwa was looking straight at her, his eyes bloodshot and crying.

“W-What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sobbed, wiping his fallen tears hastily.

She has never seen this cold man cry. Never. Seonghwa always kept his poise and mood calm.

“Oh my god princess, why didn’t you tell me?” He grabbed onto the back of her neck and hugged her tightly, giving Krystal and sense of comfort she never knew she could achieve.

“Seonghwa ...” she muttered, also breaking into tears.

The sounds of their cries were deafening, but no scene was as beautiful as the one we had to witness now. Just two broken souls connecting their hearts as one, and sharing them in order for each other to survive in this cruel world.

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“Fucking hell,” Seonghwa huffed before taking her by the neck. Startled, Krystal wobbled backwards into the living room and was surprised to find his lips latched onto her skin, the sound of sucking very evident in the air. She wanted to curl her toes at the sensation, it had felt so good.

“Hwa ...” She wanted to sound stern, to ask him to stop it, but he was so good at it, and heck, she was having an even better time while he did it. She felt like she was on cloud 9.

He pulled his lips away from her neck to inspect his work of art. “I know it’s insensitive of me to do this but I can’t stand seeing an old geezer’s mark on your body. Fuck, baby, I’ll kill him on sight literally when I find out who it is,”

Krystal nervously chuckled and bit her lips. “There’s no need for murders, Hwa,” Desperately wanting to get out of the clothes she was in from last night, she took quick steps to her bedroom. Seonghwa trailed after and this brought confusion over her mind.

“-Hwa?”

“I wasn’t done,” he growled lowly, gently pulling her next to him. “There are so many of them ...” he huffed, his fingers gently trailing over the bruising spots around her neck.

“But Seonghwa ...” she whined, feeling tired.

“Please, baby? Either this or I find out who it is and kill him right now-“

“Seonghwa! I- fine ...”

It wasn’t as if she was not enjoying what he was doing to her anyways. A vast contrast from what was happening to her last night, she actually enjoyed his butterfly kisses.

Seonghwa’s thick lips met her neck, and she just awkwardly stood there while he did his magic. At some point she did bit the urge to melt into his arms and let out a big, fat, moan ... but ... she didn’t want to give him that type of satisfactory, though he was making it very difficult.

She inhaled a sharp intake of breath.

“Seonghwa-“ she warned as he neared her sensitive spot.

He smirked. “A little sensitive over here, aren’t you?” Figuring out her weak spot, he played it with his tongue over and over, driving the woman before him crazy.

“Fuck- Seonghwa, I-“ she gasped, gripping into his biceps, her legs growing weak as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

He nipped onto the spot teasingly, eyeing her beautiful orgasmic face. Gently carrying her over her knees and neck, he settled her into his lap sideways and continued his assault on her neck, the elder female letting out a sigh.

“Ah- Seonghwa-“ she whined through her half-lidded eyes, grasping onto the shirt he was wearing. When he was done, she was a panting mess, and sweaty, her hair sticking on her forehead and shoulder.

“A hot mess and I didn’t even touch you down there yet, baby,” he smiled earnestly, nuzzling his nose against her neck, satisfied with his overlapping bruises over the man’s from last night.

“I hate you,” she said through her gritted teeth, making a move to get off his lap. She could feel something poking her thighs.

He pulled her back. “Oh yeah?” He challenged.

“Fuck, no, Seonghwa. I like you so fucking much that I’d give you a free pass to fuck me right now until I bleed out again. It’s going to be painful but at least I’ll enjoy it unlike last night,” she hissed as she said these words, immensely turning Seonghwa on.

“And what you’d call me when I fuck you?” His deep voice shook her core.

“W-what?”

“Come on, Krystal. I’m sure everyone has a kink when they’re having sex. What would you call me while we’re at it baby?”

Her eyes widen, gulping. Never had she wanted the earth to break into two and swallow her whole right then and there.

“I’d call you baby, princess, my love when i’m gentle ...” he whispered down her ears, chills decorating her body.

“ ... and my slut, whore and bitch when i’m fucking your brains out,”

“Seonghwa ...” her breath wavered as he completed his sentence.

“Come on baby tell me, what would you call me?” His tone was persuasive.

“ ... Daddy ...” she whispered, ashamed.

Seonghwa’s deep voice chuckled. It sounded heavenly to her ears.

“What would you call me again princess? Couldn’t hear you,”

“I’d call you Daddy, Seonghwa,” she muttered, avoiding eye contact. Her cheeks were very red now.

“Fucking hell we’re not even at it but my cock is already hard as fuck,” he stated, voice wavering.

“Sorry for teasing you, baby,” he gently caressed her face, carrying her from his lap and into her walk in closet.

“I’ll leave you to yourself then. I’ll be right outside if you need anything ok, princess?” He muttered to her and smiled, earning a nod from Krystal.

He was about to leave until he felt a tug on his shirt.

Damn, what does she wants now? He really needed to use the bathroom.

“Seonghwa ...”

“Hmm?”

She stood on her tippy-toes to give him an innocent kiss. One that Seonghwa took advantage of and started to turn it into a passionate one.

She moaned into the kiss, the vibrations transmitted from him to her. Biting her lips he thrusted his tongue into her mouth, earning a clench of fist from her side as she tried to keep up with his tempo.

After some time they finally pulled away, breaths heavy and lips swollen red.

“That’s enough okay, baby? Or else you’d really need to call me Daddy in a few minutes,” with that warning he left the room to fix himself up while she just stood in the middle of her closet, wondering how fast things escalated.

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#park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez #seonghwa smut #seonghwa scenario #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x oc #soft ateez smut #tuna writes #tuna's drabbles

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tunastime · 6 months

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Tuna Tunastime's Official Commissions

hi everyone!

it's that time of the year (again! but not again, since this is my first time saying this) and if you're looking for fun or unique gifts, for yourself or someone else, I'm opening up writing commissions all the way through the holidays!

the holidays means I have a good chunk of time off and some free time to be writing besides the stuff I work on for myself! so I'm opening up about 5 slots (with chances for more!).

as you all know, I feel the most comfortable writing life series and hermitcraft, but I've written for DBH, DSMP, and some Yogs, and I also would be willing to do some research into other mcyt series', creators, and smps. but if there's something you're interested in that you're not sure I know, shoot me a message!

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even if you can't afford a commission right now, you're still helping out a ton by being here, sharing my work, or even donating a small amount to my kofi!

#text #tunas coms #writing commissions #fics #please let me know if you're interested! i wanna talk to anyone who might be hehe #my dms should be open!

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trashpocket · 1 year

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steddie sketchspread // with Apocalypse AU steddie where what if the Upside Down won early on around s3 and it spread throughout the world through fissures and cracks on the ground; there are monster hoards, nests, new animal/hybrid creatures, and monsters that even begin mimicking humans, but humans adapt too, and begin making settlements for their survival

(steve and robin and the party are a travelling party, trying to search for a suitable place to put base, while eddie and his band are their own lil group, probs rides motorcycles and just scavenges throughout towns and cities; eddie is known as a fast runner (on his motorcycle) so he baits hoards away from settlements he deems trustworthy and wants to help, and just gets supplies and provisions as compensation. as circumstance has it, steve gets separated from the party, is injured, and eddie finds him, and he just wants to help the guy up and then leave on his merry way ya know? but new monsters, travelling across cities, and fuckn WINTER beginning to take root proves them a problem, so they have to stick together. purely by circumstance do they grow close together or something)

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fanart #sketches #LIKE OKAY #ive been thinking about this for weeks #and i finally talked about it with my other moots #nil ben juno tuna #GOODNESS #i just have big THOUGHTS about this and i wanna #write it in the future #once im done with my current works

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stitchthesewords · 8 months

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A gift for @oh-snapperss for.... okay so this one ISNT actually for that one poll, i owe them this for something i have forgotten since but it was fun to write! Soft gritho kissing in the grass!

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“I can’t believe you built me a highway to Decked Out!” Etho laughed, laying back in the artificial grass of his base while Grian sat over him. “I mean, I know you’re trying to act like you didn’t build it just for me but, come on Gri. I don’t think there’s a single hermit who could be that blind.”

Grian blushed, his headwings rushing to cover the rising pink of his cheeks. Etho’s base, half-finished and warmed by the desert sun, was probably just as good as place as any to have the other man embarrass him. “I mean – it's useful for me too! I use it all the time!” he huffed out, his headwings once again flapping against his face. That got a proper laugh out of Etho that only buzzed its way under Grian’s skin.

Grian sat back on his heels, the full length of his wings expanding out to shade them both from the jungle air. The bright green grass under his hand did not give way easily when Grian tangled his hand in it. Etho’s eyes settled back on his face, warm and content. Full of love – full of multiple kinds of love that mostly didn’t have a name. His mask was tugged down, the scar from his eyebrow to neck revealed in the noon sunlight. Grian didn’t get to see it very often. Etho’s face was a treat.

He wondered if everyone thought Etho’s face was a treat or if he was a special kind of afflicted for the man. Without realizing it, he let out a soft coo, and Etho’s smile only grew warmer.

“...Ya know...With Decked Out finished, we’re not going to be staying here much longer. I don’t think I’m gonna have time to finish my base,” Etho said, turning to look at the bit and bobs that weren’t really connected yet. “I’ve only been playing that game.”

Grian laughed, nodding his head. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m finishing my base either. I was thinking maybe for the next season I would try to actually base up with someone. Maybe even someone who wasn’t Mumbo!” He laughed as he spoke, his sentence ending on a high, trill note, and he leaned back down to smile at Etho.

Etho sat up on his elbows, and Grian met him halfway for a chaste little kiss. Something that was still new. Not overtly so, but they were still learning each other’s quirks. It was surprising what little things you picked up about someone only after you agreed kissing was on the table. Grian’s body slumped forward slightly to follow Etho as he pulled away.

The was the faintest memory – of the smell of the nether, the weight of diamonds forced together – the weight of trust. It sat on Etho’s chest like Grian did now. He reached forward and pulled Grian close again, the weight shifting with his memory, unable to tear himself from one while the other was going on. Grian’s mouth was soft against his, his hands didn’t know where to go besides to tangle up inside the gras. Etho’s hand stroked gently against the back of Grian’s elbow, feeling the way trust and comfort surged through his blood.

Etho felt insane, hearing faint ticking as his hand drifted up to grip Grian’s shoulder. They separated apart, a soft pant in the air. A question in Grian’s dark eyes while he studied Etho’s face. The warm jungle wind blew again and Etho let it carry the thoughts of a life-or-death game away with it. That’s not where they were. They weren’t forming an alliance of blood and sweat, they were dating and laying in the grass. With a deep breath he laid all the way back into the grass and stared up at Grian with eyes he commanded be soft.

His fingers brushed behind Grian’s headwings, a frown forming on his face as he found a loose feather. The wing stretched itself out to follow the feel-good scratch of Etho’s hand and Grian made a content noise in the back of his throat. All questions hidden in his brown eyes disappeared with a noise somewhere between a trill and a chirp, the wings fluttering as Etho’s hand pulled away.

Grian followed the drop of Etho’s hand, kissing him before resting his head softly on Etho’s chest, somewhere between the nook of his pec and arm but not quite in the shoulder. His legs splayed out to the other side, body twisted and resting rather uncomfortably so as not to press a hip bone or knee into Etho uncomfortably. He didn’t want Etho to get up.

The two lay in silence, listening to the jungle, listening to Etho’s comforts and relaxing for the first time that week since the phase’s shards were released. Grian’s hand found its way to tangle up in Etho’s jacket and he moved to press a kiss to Etho’s cheek. Etho smiled – this was far better than some diamond sword in the nether, he couldn’t help but think.

#Stitch's Writing #Gritho #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #s/o to tuna for telling me to put a smidge of angst in here

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kayayayayayayayayayayayaya · 25 days

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I Like when people rant about the deeper meaning of svsss and other mxtx books.

Like they r in a whole other level then me being able to read between the lines, understanding the 11th Dimension of the subtext within the Story.

And then Theres me smoth Brain dylexic Person, who's only Take away from the book IS the fact that arplains and cucumbers r funny tho cucumbers where funny befor for difrent reasins.

U Guys r absolute interlectual geuniues and i strive to be Like U Guys

#svsss #mxtx #also the fics #u guys r rewriting the whole book #and i cant even write #like litterly amazong #svsss was the first book (siries) i read in litteral years #and ill never regret it #also this fandom has distriyed serten animals for me with thir brain rot #like i can never look at a fox again without going like “look its hua cheng!”#oh god make it stop #first honkai with the tunas and butterflys and now this shit #the brain rot is too real #and it will only get worse

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whatwooshkai · 2 months

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9️⃣ 🥺

Surprisingly, the cramping in Heatwave's tanks has actually nothing to do with the situation he's currently in.

"I still don't know how you got me to agree to this," Chase snaps from where he's got one arm deep in the air vent just under the roof of the firehouse, the other clutching the brick wall so hard he's probably going to leave indentations in it.

"You're doing great!" Cody calls from the ground. "Can you feel it in there?"

"Not yet," Chase grumbles.

"I'm not doing great," Boulder mumbles. They take a slight sidestep to the left and Heatwave's grip instinctively tightens.

"Ow," Blades whines, wincing, and there's a screech as Chase's grip on the walls tighten. "Loosen up, please! You're going to crush my plating!"

"You're not a fucking tuna can!" Heatwave hisses, but he loosens his grip. Oh my Primus. Why did we agree to this.

Chase on top of Blades on top of Heatwave on top of Boulder. Why couldn't they have just gotten, oh, I don't know, a ladder?? Like the one on Heatwave's back??

Heatwave's tanks cramp again and he winces, causing another chain reaction. "I am going to have to ask you to stop moving," Chase grits out like it hurts.

Just then, the firehouse alarm blares.

Boulder startles and lurches forward, sending all of them off balance. Blades jumps and transforms away, his rotors smacking into the wall and sending him careening down to the ground. Heatwave flails to keep his balance in an attempt that's immediately shut down when Chase lands directly on his head, sending all three of them backwards into the grass and the fence, too.

"Are you guys okay?" Cody shouts, rushing over to the groaning pile of rescue bots. The alarm is still blaring. "Oh, you found it!" He plucks the drone out of Chase's loose servo.

"Alive," Heatwave mutters. He winces in sympathy at Blades' bent rotors in the corner of his vision and the dent smashed in Boulder's side. He can't even see Chase beneath him, but he's alive too.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Kade shouts, coming up beside Cody and waving his helmet at them. "We have to go!"

Heatwave doesn't even bother to stifle his groan.

I should have seen that coming.

#they're stacked in my personal hc of height order #I know I've used the tuna can joke before but I find it so fucking funny #maccadam #transformers #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #tfrb boulder #tfrb chase #cody burns #writing #ask game #heatwave ask game #thanks for the ask!!#woosh answers #smoke and mirrors au

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tunamayuuu · 10 months

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updated policy

hello hello!

i forgot to update my pinned post, and i'm really late in replying to dms, so i'm here to inform that usage of any of my artwork is ok, with credit!

this means reposts or using my work in icons, etc. is ok with credit, you don't need to dm me about it.

when using my work here on tumblr, just tag me, when using my work on twitter, then tag "@/tunamayuuu". if you'd like to use my works outside either platforms, then you can write "credit to tunamayuuu from tumblr/twitter".

if u do use my works for fics, i would appreciate a dm abt that! i'd love to read any fics written in relation to or inspired by my work!

#tuna is rambling again #writing this because ive received dms from people asking to use my works in fics and edits and im always so late to reply

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tunabesimpin · 11 months

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my dumbass just tried to drink from the toilet paper roll on my desk- I love being awake at 3am we stay silly

#My allergies have been KILLIN #Also omg im getting more reqs done but im like OOF WRITING-#kudos to the writers out there #after this im never writing again LMAOOOO #granpa tuna is ramblin again

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zichqec · 1 month

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Freeshell "More Tuna Please"

Do you want to make a ghost? How about a ghost of a cute catboy? No? Well here's a freeshell anyways!

He comes with a little tail animation, all of the recommended expressions, plus eye options for each, plus some extras I threw in for funsies, and a couple of arm poses. Altogether, the combination of all these pieces adds up to 135 surfaces (and you can use \i[] tags to add a sweat drop or blush to any surface that doesn't have them, for further flexibility!)

I also included a psd file that you can use to recolor him! You can use him as-is, but I think it would be really nice if every use of him made him a slightly different cat.

He's FREE go DOWNLOAD HIM NOW and MAKE A GHOST. Slap him into my Simplicity Template and pick a topic to write about, and you can make a ghost without doing ANY art and ALMOST NO CODING! You could have a ghost TOMORROW if you really wanted!!

If you're interested in making a quick, simple ghost with this, but you don't know where to start, feel free to chat with me and I'll indoctrinate you into the ghost-making ways :3c

#Ukagaka #English Ukagaka #Freeshell #Original content #More Tuna Please #Rendered #ZiArt #ZiChrono #//omg!! I get to use my art tag again!! GUYS I DREW A THING #//I got bitten by the freeshell bug so hard recently #//I don't know if the English community will actually use this since most people here want to make ghosts of existing characters #//But dammit I'm trying #//There's gotta be a cool person out there somewhere that wants to write an original ghost but can't or doesn't want to draw #//Unrelated - while I was making the expression chart my brain said “periodic table of freeshell elements” and I can't unthink it now #//You're welcome

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tunasama13 · 1 year

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Stupid analysis time yippie wahoo!!!!

If the theories are true, I have a feeling that Miguel isn’t really over Gabriella’s death like, at all. It looks to me like he’s going down a path of revenge and him being cold and angry is because of the constant reminder of his own failure to protect her and the grief he’s feeling.

Like, imagine on top of all of the stress of trying to keep the multiverse from collapsing (assuming she dies a bit before the film begins), your daughter is killed/passes away and you’re left to pick up the pieces. I’m not sure if Gabi’s mother is around either, meaning he’s most likely dealing with this all alone.

I don’t think he’d tell the Spider Society about stuff going on in his personal life, and I’m willing to bet the only ones who know are Lyla and Gabriel.

I think at some point, judging by that small clip, we’re going to see him watching videos of her and someone is potentially going to walk in and see that. As the clip looks like it’s from someones POV, my bet is either Gwen or Miles (an interview says that Miles will find heartbreak in Miguel, maybe this is what they’re talking about?).

My one concern that she’s not really his daughter but Gabriel’s (potentially this could mean both of them died?), which kinda sucks for me and all the other people who gave him angst for this very reason. I do recall a TV spot centered around the parents and neither Miguel or Jess showed up, so maybe they just meant active parents like the Morales’ or Peter B and MJ.

Either that, or she’s completely fine! :) But unfortunately, I don’t really think the very little context given seems to imply that :( Like all those videos (seeing how it’s apparentally file 11), and Miguel being broody and angry and talking about sacrifice and stuff.

Either way, I think it would be really cool to see ATSV tackle losing a child and how it affects the parents. It seems we have a theme of parenting in this movie, with focus on Rio and Jefferson, George Stacy, Peter B, and Jess Drew. I’m excited to see how this will all play out in 2 weeks!

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #again I am writing a 5+1 mostly based on him dealing with #his mental health and stuff #and this also includes the grief around losing a child #shut up tuna

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fuyuseiza · 2 years

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SU! PER! TU! NA! 🌊🐟💫

#jin #seokjin #kim seokjin #super tuna #bts fanart #bts #bless this man and his JINius mind hehe #like? he was really like..#imma write a fishing song about TUNA and it will be TROT!! just for funsies and hahas #that's actually very jin of him #i adore you jinnie #fuyu art

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tunastime · 1 year

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back around

To continue loving is the greatest feat of perseverance. Love is the one thing we always have to give.

Etho will finally reunite with Bdubs, alongside a long, internal struggle, after Bdubs gets back from Double Life. Until then, Etho lives alone, and finally comes to terms with, and accepts, the love he knows he deserves.

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There’s nothing pleasant about respawn.

Etho wakes up in the basement of the monolith and his eyes burn. Around him still lingers the smell of burning hair and charcoal. Joel’s voice rings in his periphery, hoarse and afraid for the very first time. Etho took his time leaving that world, feeling the shape of Joel tug on his sleeve. To remember him in another life. He’s a good guy, a better fighter, desperately loyal. He knows that, at least next time, he might have somebody to trust again. Etho opens his eyes. The world dips and sets him back into bed too fast.

His stomach rolls as he does, onto his hands and knees, coughing up and swallowing down. He sinks to the cool floor, and for a long moment, tries to keep his head from spinning. Wake with the spins, go to bed with the spins. His hands splay out. Wooden slats beneath him. Quiet around him.

When he finally collects himself enough to stand, the first thing he does is stand in the threshold of the bathroom holding the door frame tight with both hands. In the light he can just barely see his bare face, tired but unbruised. It’s a face he hasn’t seen in a while. He tracks his eyes in the mirror and his pupils are big to take in the light. These aren’t the clothes he died in. He washes his face in the sink. He rinses his hands. Twice. Three times. He doesn’t have the patience for a bath, but there’s a fine feeling on his skin—sticky and unclean. Not blood. Sweat.

Etho takes a long breath in, sighs, and stands up straight. Then, and only then, does he try to remember how to be himself again. He pads into the other room, scrubbing sleep from his eyes. He changes his clothes and leaves the old ones in a heap on the bedside. Something about the repetition of changing makes his skin crawl a little less. He changes his socks. He combs back his hair with his fingers.

Time passes differently here. When he makes it to the staircase that should lead up into the rest of the monolith, he checks the calendar, the remnant of one. A few nights will pass until everyone is collected and brought back. A few nights will pass before people realize they don’t have to stay to watch bloodshed. Or when they get bored. And Etho is here, now. No use watching bloodshed. No use watching someone die.

Etho trails up the stairs. He pulls his mask over his face only when he reaches the landing, right before the door. The air is still and cool. The inside of the monolith is still and cool too, but something lingers. The fragments of living—the smell of cooked food, coffee, still lit lanterns. It’s midday; Etho peeks out through one of the windows to see a bright blue sky and a stretch of birch as far as he can see.

He wanders up the stairs with his heart thumping in his chest. It isn’t possible for him to be back so soon. Is it?

He keeps going, tracing up the wall as he walks. There isn’t a noise.

The whole monolith is quiet, a settling sound he hasn’t heard in weeks. No shuffling or movement, no sound of anyone living besides him. He knows it’s not the truth, he knows Ren wanders upstairs–he has to be up there. It would only make sense, given the timing.

Etho pauses at the threshold.

When he stops at the doorway, the sun is pooling into the window, filtering through the dust. On the table is a coffee cup, a dish, a dishrag left abandoned. He pushes past a vine that climbs down the beam and into the entryway. The leaves of their potted plants trickle down the wall. There is silence, aside from the faint sounds of birds and cicadas and windchimes.

When he looks into the kitchen, there are only empty dishes.

Etho rinses out the metal kettle and fills it with water. He lights the burner. The kettle goes on top. He takes down one cup and a tin. The tin, in capital letters, reads: lavender lemon.

On the stove, the kettle begins to boil.

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