#+bc it's sillier that way

[khmarrenian]

☁︎a small-silly-sorta abt + tag system pin post (will be edited as i feel the urge to silly return)

hey there; i do stuff and like lot's of stuff and have trouble doing things on time. a bit busy atm so i might respond late (sorry abt that!!)

i go by any pronouns (not including neos, ie just he/she/it/they), and i forgot what my name was!! (can't wait to get one ehehee-)

☁︎ ukr/eng + learning latin and polish (im trying (help) ☁︎ ∞ minor (late teens) ☁︎ creeps, westsplainers and vatnyks dni (if dni lists are still a thing) ☁︎

i'm sick of my old tag system so HERE YOU GO

#%иїо, for most reblogs

#art-rbyay, for reblogs of art by others

#queueeey, queue tag

#aCtualoriginalstufftent, for =} once in a blue moon (original posts, includes text posts)

#.ao, for a variety of things from 3am-postin' to 10 braincell posts and random thoughts

#khmartdump, an art archive sort of thing. posting old art or other such creations that may or may not be quality but sure are ~memories~.

#khmarrkin, for wips, discussions about them and whatever project i feel urged to work on at the moment

#khmarrawrings, - sillier doodles and some (often unfinished) sketches

i generally tag spoilers with the format of *titleacronym*S#E#spoilers (eg tgammS2E1spoilers) for tv shows, and "*fulltitle**year*spoilers" (eg thestepfordwives1975spoilers) for films. if a thing is tagged as a spoiler for the episode of a tv show assume it's spoilers for every following episode/installment. I'll often use 2 spoiler tags eg #tgammS2E15spoilers and #tgammS2E7lightspoilers where S2E15 is a brand-new episode that is the main concern of a post, but the post may still be a spoiler if you haven't watched S2E7 - it may be a smaller spoiler (say, a new character) but is still a spoiler, and you might want to steer clear. In all cases I'll be using variations of "*titleacronym* spoilers" (eg tgamm spoilers) alongside the aformentioned tags. I'll try to stay consistent with my spoiler tagging (and use more spoiler tags in general) so you hopefully don't get spoiled, and I apologize for the confusion caused by this fairly convoluted system!!

you can check out my old tag system in the about page - some of my old posts use that old system so if you stumble upon them, checking that might be useful. Here's some stuff I'm into and which you may find on this blog (depending on how things go and whether i,, yk, actually post:

Wander Over Yonder

The Ghost and Molly McGee

Amphibia

The Owl House

Bee and Puppycat

ENA

(+Gravity Falls, OtGW, Steven Universe, She-Ra and SVTFOE but i'm not too into them rn)

Keytars, if that counts

Lemon Demon

Tally Hall

Jack Stauber and Will Wood to some degree. Although I'm not too well-versed on either to be fair.

The Beatles

The Stepford Wives (1975)

Stranger Things

Horrible Histories (+the six idiots themselves)

that's it for now. I'll update this whenever I please, mbyeeee *have a great day whoever you are btw

#pinned post #no tags #ironically #wait is this actually ironic #or literally just how it's supposed to be? #idc idc #it's ironic enough for me❤︎ #+bc it's sillier that way

[arkos404]

fanart for the personality swap au, the lawful joke au, by @chaosaliien

love makes you blind fr, prism bailed immediatedly afterwards, here some of the other fits he tried before tho (yes scrabby reacted the same way to all of them)

,,,,,also tagging @flaint and @rateater2000 bc they said they were looking forward to it 👉👈 sorry it took this long lol, some of the refs below

#lawful joke au #prism #scrabby #prismo #scarab #prohibitedwish #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #cosmic owl #orbo #fanart #fionna and cake #arkos draws #this was funnier in my head #ok but can i rant? bc this took way longer than im willing to admit #i thought itd take 1-3 hours tops #id post it with my last lawful joke doodle bunch #but then it became a whole thing #then i had to scale back to this bc it was frustrating me way too much #as always i had more fun with the 3rd & 4th sillier and lower effort ones

[trainingdummyrabbit]

its so crazy though bc like. asmuch as i draw her and have drawn her. i dont actually think i like th way i draw angela just yet dkfjgdk

#pros of Ultimate Blorbo: keeps u running. cons of Ultimate Blorbo: if idont draw her in Exactly this Precise way iwill Explode bc its WRONG #ive only nailed it like two or three times ithink in my head. ineed to get sillier w it but in what direction........rrahh ''> > #the eternal struggle of Cares Too Much #piktalk

[autoerotictrepanation]

@sinclair-solutions it’s true lol they’re all from the old old original script for the game and can be found as transcript files in the data. They’re from when tenenbaum was still meant to be in the train with Sinclair

#txt #bioshock #kind of glad they cut it bc it’s like profoundly stupid but it’s still fun #actually all the proto Sinclair dialogue is significantly sillier #and I think it’s bc tenenbaum would have been such a buzzkill they wanted him to be funnier #headcanon that he behaves that way more on the surface when not in survival mode

[soldier-poet-king]

Once again I am Feeling The Guilt Complex about the fact that I cannot fast or my brain will go even more insane and tell me to [redacted] which is a perfectly legitimate health reason not to fast, esp for a /suggested/ not mandatory day of fasting. And yet! And yet! BC it's an entirely mental problem (i.e. nothing actually bad will happen to my body if I fast) it feels like cheating. ONCE AGAIN THIS IS RIDICULOUS

#the duality of fran #this is an even sillier thing to be upset about #when im kinda meh about the whole concept of prayer and fasting for peace anyway #like not that i think its bad or anything #but because idk reparative prayers dont really work for me theologically speaking #prayer as something to change the heart of the person not to change the will or heart of god. yknow? #it doesnt matter if god hears us. really. its much more important that we listen to the voice of the divine #yes yes im oversimplifying #im not saying it's bad!!! it's good!!! #its just extra stupid that im feeling guilty about smthn im not even particularly committed to the idea of anyway #im much more drawn to asceticism in the personal monastic way. the individual discernment of it #the individually chosen piety and devotion. out of love yknow. the way chesterton frames st francis. yknow? #anyway that's just me #the point is my brain is insane and if i screw up my eating and snack schedule my brain will tell me to kms #its like clockwork. everyone at work laughs bc i literally am in the work kitchenette eating my snack at the same time everyday #and its the same snack everyday. plain yogurt with frozen stberries and homemade granola. every day!!

[mockguffin]

never would i have thought I'd be shipping AsuLili

#👒.txt #genuinely used to not be fond of the ship bc asuka doesn't like lili at all + lili lowkey obsessed with her a little too much #but uh... yeah new content of them made me reconsider #i think they're slowly getting to the healthy side of rivalry #i like the way they are now unlike before i suppose #they're sillier and asuka is slowly warming up to her i suppose??

[yeonban]

For context: with the BSD 10 year anniversary campaign happening in Japan, Fyodor was one of the characters selected to write a letter that'll accompany every BSD purchase (it's RNG though so you might receive someone else's letter instead of his if you try for it).

What gets me the most about this letter is how Fyodor truly and genuinely believed that he's all alone. We've seen him react differently to Nikolai than he does other people, but at the end of the day he still kept a rigid wall up between himself and Nikolai that never really allowed them to become closer no matter how much Nikolai tried.

It's understandable since Nikolai was planning on killing him (though that in itself is one of the biggest declarations of affection Nikolai could've ever made about the preciousness of Fyodor's existence in his own) but I don't think Fyodor understood just HOW important he was to Nikolai. Nikolai was very much supporting him and he was very much hoping that Fyodor would win against everyone (himself included) and that is so. SO painfully obvious when you take a look at Nikolai's side of confessions.

#muse: nikolai gogol. #DON'T even get me started on how Nikolai refers to him as 'Fyodor' here instead of a nickname based on his last name (Dostoy / Dos-kun) #I can't believe he allowed himself to FULLY be his real self in this scene in order to properly mourn Fyodor bc he deserves that much... #he put down his mask; softened his tone; the liveliness in his eyes and body language disappeared; he used the name he'd have used #if the clown persona hadn't stood in the way; he fell to his knees next to Fyodor's 'death' spot; he clutched Fyodor's hand like a lifeline #whenever Kolya talks about Fyodor he speaks in such a way that makes you wonder if Fyodor personally put the sun; moon and stars in his sky #and then you glance over at Fyodor and yea he recognizes Kolya's existence and he IS softer and sillier around him than he is around others #but he never. NEVER talks about Kolya in a more personal way. He rarely even brings him up in conversation to begin with #and this letter just hit me harder bc I Knew he doesn't view Kolya in the same way Kolya views him but this is somehow Even Worse

[dragqueenpentheus]

#asking yall here on the main blog bc i feel you are honest and love me #my art #i dont HAVE to monitize it but. im having so much fun colouring fish different ways. and i feel i should be. using it as stock somwhow #i keep getting sillier and sillier. like little low quality printer paper cut outs in a fish bowl and you reach in and grab one #adopt a fish #OR YO LIKE THE CARNIVAL FAIR GAMES #i dont think theres enough table space for that but know i think its hilarious #hmmmm adopt a fish may have legs. a dollar per line cast. l #im thinking

[nomaishuttle]

from what i recall (barely anything) the netflix show ws very stylized but likeee.. not quite the way id like it 2 be if that makes sense

#ik the books r very anachronistic and thats part of the big appeal to me i love that. but i wish th show leaned more into likee.. victorian #aesthetics.. bc ive always imagined it like that #whereas FROM MY MEMORY it ws much more likee. mid1900s... but it has also been a minute #i just think they gotta get sillier with it.. #TH THING WITH ASOUE IS ITS NOTTT SILLY. ITS VERY LIKE. GRIM OBVI. BUT IT LOOPS AROUND INTO BEING OUTRAGEOUS... #in a similsr way to pushinbg daisies where the like. very morbkd aspects boost the like. outlandishness of the show and it all works #itis a very hard thing to master n i think its easy to like. lean too hard into one side (either grim or silly) OR like. not mesh them well #so it feels like it judt foips between the two rapidly... #n also likee. th thing wbt th books is i think theyre rly truly best done as books... making a show is difficult bc the ant or narration #and the omnipotence of snicket. makes it hard 2 like. translate... #ik the show has snicket there narrating but idk.. #AGAIN i need 2 rewatch b4 i start criticizing... #and also its hard bc i like when adaptations add new stuff bc i dont want it to just bee. the same story told in a diff format #But also for asoue. i do sort of want the same story NFNFJFNFJF bc its saurrr good 2 me...

[whyoneartheven]

AAHHHHH

i just wrote 2 1/2 pages of two of my ocs yelling at talking to each other and man did Patrick turn out to be way snarkier than i expected....

#now i have no idea what to do with this #bc there is no way it will fit into the book proper #but i love it #and them #yeahhh Teresa and Patrick are besties #except Teresa wants to kill him half the time and he is basically Bob Ross but sillier #help #evie's ocs #aaaaaahhhhhh

[thiefnessman]

IS THERE CHEESE IN THE GREAT BEYOND

WHATS THE MOON MADE OF

#im posting the sillier lyrics bc it’s funnier that way

[nyaagolor]

I’ve decided I wanna expand the little ghost AU from this comic bc the more I think abt it the funnier and sillier it gets

Basic premise is that the afterlife isn’t exciting enough for Mia, especially with Maya off as the Master of Kurain and never channeling her for cases. She loiters around the WAA and eventually manages to get in contact with Phoenix. Realizing what the deal is, Phoenix makes the house super ghost-friendly with lots of ways to communicate so Mia (and eventually Diego) can help him with cases!

Unfortunately, the side effect of ghosts haunting one location for so long is that it makes it significantly easier for other ghosts to show up too— so all of Phoenix’s old dead enemies decide to make his life a living nightmare. When they’re not working on cases, Mia and Diego have to corral all these ghosts with a grudge against Phoenix, who has no idea any of this is happening bc the ghosts are invisible

#waa ghost au #mod vex #ace attorney #they exorcise Von karma at some point #bc he’s haunting Edgeworth #textpost

[spacecowboyhotch]

The Dead Horse

summary: santi brings you back to reality.

pairing: fem!black!reader x santi garcia

contents: angst & fluff— happy ending, canon typical violence, blood, gore, ptsd, depression, feelings of hopelessness, friends to lovers, kissing

wc: 2,419

an: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc of nerves, but always wanted to write Santi with a black love interest. planning to dip my toe into that pool more in the future 🥰

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You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here like this. It could be minutes, hours, even days. In these four walls beneath the shower’s spray, there is nothing that matters. Not even you, not anymore. And while you’re usually the first to be cheery, to tell each of the guys that the work they do— the work you all do together— doesn’t compromise the goodness you see in their hearts, you’re having a hard time believing that right now.

Not with what you’d done. It was to survive, and while you’ve come to terms with how scary you could be in the past you thought it stayed there.

In the past.

Tonight had proven to you that you could always access that piece of you. That terrifying piece that was a killing machine. The emphasis doesn’t lie in efficiency, but in ruthlessness. You had shown no mercy, the switch for empathy and compassion turned off as soon as your hindbrain decided that it was fight or flight. Dormantly thirsty, lurking in the shadows waiting for its time, it chose to fight. But you had gone a step too far—like always— because of your lack of control.

You were messy, enjoying the cutting of thick flesh, the warmth of the blood as it sprayed you. The copper smell, so familiar and embarrassingly comforting, though you didn’t have the mind to think that now, not when you were exposing the pink underbelly of a corpse.

Santi’s been pacing the hallway since you all made it back to the safe house. He’d tried to chat you up on the way home with no success. You wouldn’t meet his eye, and when he drew nearer to catch your gaze it was empty. It chilled his blood. He wasn’t sure of what exactly happened in that room you’d gotten ambushed in but he’d seen the aftermath. Recalling the image of standing over one too many dead bodies, a gleam in your eye had made his stomach curl. He’d smoothed his hand over your knee and left it at that, trying his best to banish all the red and pink and white.

It’s been an hour since you’d stumbled into the bathroom. He can hear the shower still going when he puts his ear to the door and sighs, a mix of frustrated and concerned. He’s not sure what to do– he’s never had to take care of you before. He’s always been grateful for that given all the fondness he has for you bubbling just beneath. Any acknowledgement could jeopardize too much– missions, the dynamic of the team, and most importantly your friendship.

“You alright in there?” He calls softly through the door.

He’s met with silence. He rolls his neck, cursing beneath his breath as his mind goes back and forth, trying to decide what to do.

“Just go in there and check on her,” Frankie says from behind him, causing the other man to flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Santi assures Frankie, leaning against the wall to face the man. He nods at the door. “She could be naked.”

Frankie snorts, shrugging. “She’s seen all of us at least half naked and well, Benny—“

Santi quickly cuts him off, trying to keep the sour jealousy out of his voice. He knows that there’s nothing going on between you and Benny, that Benny is as much of a flirt as he is but sillier and less concerned with his image. “But we haven’t seen her. I don’t— I’m a dog but I’m a respectful one.”

“If she’s gonna get help from anybody on this it’d be you. She trusts you man.”

Santi looks at him like he’s grown two heads but feels a little warm, “She trusts all of us, kind of a prerequisite of living and working with a group of men.”

“It's different with you. You should hear the way she talks about you when you’re not around.”

Santi almost lets himself think about it. Almost lets himself dream a little. Almost.

“Or see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Like a lost fucking puppy,” Benny pipes in, breezing down through the hallway between the two of them.

“Don’t sound so concerned, Benjamin,” Santi calls after the man, mouth quirking into a grin.

“Don’t look so smug, Santiago,” Frankie teases.

“I’m not smug,” He denies. He decides to go in, okay with being kicked out by you if it means that Frankie will be gone, done poking and prodding at what the man must know is his heart.

“Good luck.”

Santi murmurs a quiet thanks before slowly entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stands, frozen in place for several moments as he digests the sight of you. It's heartbreaking. His chest goes tight, and he curses softly again. What could he do for you? He’d do anything, but he’s just not sure what. He feels helpless seeing you like this. He could burn this entire city, burn anyone who would look at you wrong. Hell, he’d burn the entire world if it meant some warmth would come back into your eyes.

You’re curled up, your arms resting atop your knees, head resting to stare forward. Your curly hair that usually frames your face is completely soaked like the rest of you, flat and sticking to your face in various places. He knows that your eyes are unseeing, that you’re so incredibly removed from yourself because you make no indication that he’s stepped into the room.

“I’m gonna come sit beside you, okay? That’s it. No words,” Despite his words he stays where he is for a handful of seconds, hoping to get some sort of answer from you. You don’t speak a word, don’t utter or sound or so much as look in his direction. But you do shift slowly, making more room for him underneath the water.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” He grits out, drawing close enough to you that your shoulders rest flush against each other.

He gazes over at you, noticing the way the water glimmers on your brown skin. The way its collected on your dark eyelashes. If these were different circumstances maybe for just a handful of seconds he’d let himself get lost in your beauty. But then you acknowledge him– sort of. You hum softly and the leaning of your head on his shoulder. It's a good sign and he relaxes beside you.

“Do you want me to shut it off?” He asks gently, reaching out to take your hands into his. Your fingers are cold as ice, and he rubs at them in a futile attempt to generate some heat.

“No, please. No,” You beg hoarsely, suddenly springing to life. You grip at his hands desperately, eyes wide with panic as you finally meet his gaze.

“Alright, hush, cariño, I’ve got you. C’mere, baby,” He shushes you, pulling you into his arms and flush against him.

At little more present in the moment, you feel the chill registering. You curl up, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. There’s still some warmth in his skin and you press into it, letting the sound of his steady breath lull you back into a dissociative state.

Santi holds you for an undetermined amount of time. He runs his hands up your back, over the crown of your hair, feeling the difference of how your curls feel when wet. His hand drifts to your chin, and he leans away, tipping your head up.

“Honey, you’ve gotta talk to me,” He whispers.

Your dark eyes have a little more life to them, but that’s only amplified the sadness they hold. “Santi, I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, please.”

“I have to, you can’t stay like this. We’ve got to get it out in the open.”

“Like you do?” You challenge– your voice distinctly unkind, harder than he’s ever heard it before. His brow furrows and guilt blossoms inside of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. This just fucking sucks, Santiago. Its all wrong again.”

“Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”

“There’s no way we can fix it. I’m just broken. I’ll always be haunted by her. She’ll always be here, waiting for an opportunity for that.”

“You preach that shit to me and the guys. Day in and day out. Every mission, and you don’t believe it?”

“I do— I did. I believe it for you. For them. You’re good people, Santi. Good men, all of you. You take care of me.”

“You take care of us, honey. Fish hangs on your every word. Will too. Benny is well— Benjamin.”

“And you?”

He shrugs, “You know I gave into this a long time ago. Before we even met. No other way for me to be.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I try to. I want to. There are parts of me too that I don’t like. I want them gone. I rip them up and bury them but they always come back to haunt me. I don’t think that means I’m not trying to be better, but it means I’ll never be the man I want to be.”

You frown at him, concerned, “Santi—“

“It’s okay. I accepted that after the first tour. Sometimes you gotta let the horse be dead.”

“Do you think my horse is dead?”

There’s no room for his ego, no room for hiding when he hears the blatant fear in your question.

He rests his head back against the wall, murmuring, “I think you’re the sweetest thing this earth has to offer.”

“You think so?”

“Bouncing around with your curls, and your sweet little smile. Kicking Benny’s ass with grace while you’ve got a cake in the oven. You should see yourself with Frankie’s little girl.”

“Seems like you watch me a lot,” You suggest softly.

“I watch you all the time,” He admits, but there’s no shame in his voice. In fact you can see resolve in his eyes, and possessiveness. A chill runs down your spine and it’s not from the water. Santi mistakes it for that anyway. “Let me turn this off for us?”

He’s still asking. Still checking in with you though there’s much more light in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

Santi leans up and turns off the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands over your wet curls, pushing them away from your forehead. His thumbs swipe your cold cheeks, brushing away some of the water droplets.

Without that steady sound of the shower, sheets cascading down on you, you both are feeling a little more exposed.

“I came in here to make sure you were alright, not spill my fucking guts. I just had to take care of you,” He says, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

“You can always take it back,” You say teasingly, though most of you expect him to bite at your offer.

He’s said much more in these last few minutes than he ever has to you— Santi’s a sweet guy under all his charm, but he never lets you see below the surface. Not until now, when letting you in seemed like the only way to get you out.

It takes more effort than he expects to pull himself away from you. He leans back against the shower wall, nimble fingers lacing together in his lap. “And lose you?”

“You could never lose me, Santi,” You murmur, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

Your eyes roam him, a little in disbelief at what’s happening right now. But yes, it is Santiago Garcia sitting next to you. With his dark brown eyes, his sharp jaw dappled with stubble, his salt and pepper hair looking much darker and curlier than usual due to the water.

“Yeah?” Santi asks, eyes glued to where yours sits atop his. He traces slowly over the sight of you two linked together, admiring how soft and rich your skin looks even after sitting in a shower for so long.

He’s a goner isn’t he?

“Yeah.”

There are butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies, sweat slicking his palms despite the fact that he’s soaked through his clothes and down to the bone. He realizes in this moment that he’s not just a goner. No— he loves you. He knew that he was harboring some kind of feelings for you, but when your eyes meet his— earnest and tender— he can only think one thing: I love you.

His eyes hungrily drop to your full mouth, and another shiver runs down your spine. “Let me kiss you.”

You nod, squeezing his hand that’s still in yours.

“I need to hear you say it. You have to say it for me, so I can believe it.”

“I want you to kiss me, Santiago. Please.”

He’s on you then. All over you. His hands move quickly, guiding you back into his lap before one loops around your torso and holds you close. The other cups your jaw, angling it back so that he can press his mouth to yours. You’re breathless before the space between you is closed, chest heaving at how sure and firm his hands are. He kisses you. Kisses and kisses you, like his life depends on it. Like you’re lost and the only thing that will guide you home is his insistent tongue.

Your hands slip and slide against the fabric of his wet shirt before you give up, raising them to tentatively cup his face so that you can have leverage.

“That’s it honey, kiss me back. Take what you want to. Whatever you need,” He encourages between kisses.

Take you do. You squirm in his lap until he lets you shift and straddle him. It had started with him leading you, consuming you but now it’s your turn to surround him. Santi gives in, sighing into your mouth as your tongue goes on the hunt for his. You kiss him. Kiss him and kiss him until your mouth aches. When you pull away his is flushed pink, newly wet. You run your thumb over his lips before wiping your own mouth.

He looks up at you like hang the moon. His eyes are soft and hazy, pink mouth pulling up into a smirk. There’s the Santi you know. The Santi you love. But even now, he’s softer and sweeter, gathering you close again.

“What do you need now, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?”

“You.”

“I’m yours.”

santi taglist: @jitterbugs927, @theconsultingdoctor10, @tanzthompson, @clairevoyanceee, @moonmalice, @tiffanypooh, @dearvirtualdiary-blog1, @marc-spectorr, @xbellaxcarolinax, @toracainz, @mccn-bcys, @missdictatorme, @whatthefishh

#santi garcia x reader #santi garcia x black!reader #santi garcia x fem!black!reader #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia x black!reader #santiago garcia x fem!black!reader #santi garcia #black!reader #santi garcia fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #arson writes

[urhoneycombwitch]

dating Eddie and indulging in his hobbies but he refuses to do a one-on-one DND game with you or invite you into the campaigns anymore because "you can't fuck your way out of the problem every time! there's stats and lore and No! I will not describe the dick game of the orc, baby, be serious" He will not let your harlot ways disrespect the authenticity of the game because he's a loser nerd <3

he claims to be immune to your charm in-game but every time you wear a low-cut blouse your character gets treated very well. Eddie denies he isn’t partial to any one player but everyone learns quickly that if they really want something from their DM, the best way to go about it is to tell you in private and then let you be the one to present it in-session. bc then Eddie thinks its his idea <3 and he also doesn’t like saying no to you <3

but yes I do believe he mostly upholds the strict code of game integrity/morals he keeps for himself. he’s not a total stickler tho. he’s got a jester’s soul. there’s a colorful painted D20 kept amongst his campaign mini figs, in a little box labeled “TOMFOOLERY”. presents it to whoever can make a good enough case for their sillier actions 😇

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #e.m. thots from lu #lu’s anons

[soapyakships]

OMG REQUESTS ARE OPEN AND CONGRATS!!! Can I get some akian (platonic bc their dynamic is way sillier as friends)

#akian #my art #I NEED TO DRAW VBS MORE

[toorumlk]

Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

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