#Go watch this movie if you can. It's on youtube.

[thisiscarlatrying]

modern!ellie hcs

notes/warnings: this is my first time doing something like this.. 😭😭 i hope u like it🙏 also, ellie and reader are dating and a lil of loser!ellie... that's just the way she is 😞

not proofread i think, i'll try to make it as good gramatically as i can but no promises 🙏🙏 (english is not my first language forgive me 😭😭)

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modern!ellie who cuts her own hair.. she REFUSES to go to a hair salon, she says it's a "waste of time and money"

modern!ellie who is kind of into fashion, i think she'd dress like this or like this...

also i just know she LOVES LOVES LOVES jorts, when spring starts that's ALL she'll wear

AND you guys just share clothes, you steal all her clothes and she steals yours

modern!ellie who wears a LITTLE bit of makeup, just mascara and chapstick. highlighter for special occasions

also her lips are so dry... 😭 she applies chapstick every five minutes and is constantly losing hers so you had to get her a one of those BIG vaseline things because she wouldn't stop stealing yours

modern!ellie who is a cat girl. you guys have like three cats together and they all look like the both of you

also their names are you guys' ship names until you ran out of name combinations and the names you had to choose were something like "sardine" or "chicken nugget"

modern!ellie who just loves kids cartoons like adventure time or the amazing world of gumball

modern!ellie who is CONSTANTLY daydreaming about being spidergirl and swinging around the city (spidergirl!ellie hcs coming soon... 🤭)

modern!ellie who plays minecraft and stardew valley for eight hours straight

modern!ellie who LOVES youtube and can't have a meal without watching a video

i KNOW she loves sinjin drowning. I DON'T MAKE THE RULES 🤷‍♀️

modern!ellie who has an INSANE vinyl collection.. it's all divorced dad music but she also owns a few of your favourite albums for when you come over<3

modern!ellie who is a barista. JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY. while she's studying in college or something she works part time at a cafe... picture her with her little ponytail (like 17yo ellie) and her sleeves rolled up... UGHHH😭😭 she's so fine i can't.

talking about college... modern!ellie whose major is something nerdy like physics, astronomy or engineering... or maybe even architecture since she likes drawing so much

modern!ellie who was BEGGING you to move in with her until you finally agreed.. your apartment is the cutest thing ever, i feel like ellie's decorating style would be something like this:

modern!ellie who loves cuddling SOOOO MUCH. she's so touchy, she just IS.

modern!ellie whose burps make the entire building shake. it's actually insane and they smell so bad like.. you can smell the subway meatball sandwich she had for lunch earlier that day 😭😭

modern!ellie who constantly brags about you being her girlfriend, she never shuts up about you. and all of her instagram and tiktok posts would be about you (except from her outfit checks, of course)

modern!ellie who loves those cliche robbing movies, do you know what i'm talking about?? like those about robbing a bank or a museum and there's this incredibly unrealistic plan that comes out perfectly... THOSE kinds of movies. she eats them up EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

modern!ellie who fights with people on the internet constantly 😭😭 she sees a comment on a tiktok video with an opinion different than hers? SHE'LL REPLY. and she's going to wait for HOURS for the other person to respond

modern!ellie who secretly loves laland. i said it.

modern!ellie who either sleeps for 12 hours straight or won't sleep for two days. there's no in between.

modern!ellie whose walk is so funny 😭😭 it's almost like she's jumping while she walks

modern!ellie who carries a picture of you absolutely EVERYWHERE

and your apartment is filled or pictures of both of you

modern!ellie who loves her friends. she makes those stupid tiktok slideshow trends about friends but posts them privately because she's embarrased about it 😢😢😢

modern!ellie who has a journal and writes every single thought that crosses her mind down. and when she doesn't have her journal with her she writes in her notes app

modern!ellie who secretly fucks with taylor swift's sad songs and cries to them

okay i think that's enough.. im getting a little too carried away 😭😭 lmk if you like them or if i should make a part two!!

#ellie williams #ellie headcanons #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams x reader #modern ellie #lesbian #wlw #tlou #tlou2

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 2, In Which You Meet A Tall Dark Stranger 

Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Careful which mods you install for BG3. Did you read the terms and conditions carefully?

TAGS: meta romance, psychological horror, smut, the character is the player, Raphael is after you, you wanted him, you invited him to our world, he accepted your invitation

RATING: explicit

AO3

Chapter 2

The next day, during your lunch break, you made another attempt to persuade Raphael to take his clothes off. The clock struck noon; your private laptop was on the right side of your desk, while your work laptop was on the left, Teams open and your mouse ready to show signs of activity from time to time.

The sun was shining through the wide open window, children playing outside. Idyllic. Nothing sinister could be happening in broad daylight with those happy sounds in the background. The horror movies told you so. Except for Midsommar.

Well, screw Midsommar, then. This isn’t Sweden.

"All right, I'm going to set some ground rules here," you said to the loading screen. "I can be as creepy as I want to be to you, because you're just a bunch of pixels, but you can't do anything creepy to me, because I'm a human being. Got that? Good."

The sound of your voice made you feel braver.

As you heard the familiar sinister 'you-let-the-villain-win-bad-player' music in the background, you covered your eyes with your hands and peered through splayed fingers.

Then he appeared. Just as you had wished. Perfectly naked, with a stereotypical video game six-pack and just the right amount of body hair. The orange lighting made his skin glow, and his flaccid penis, like that of the game's generic male model, vanished from sight as he strode closer.

Your ears pricked up to listen to the scripted monologue you knew by heart, watching (waiting?) for any hiccups or new animations, the YouTube app on your phone playing the identical scene for comparison.

Everything happened exactly as it should, word for word, save for the speaker’s nudity.

All good. You breathed a sigh of relief and spread your fingers wider to admire Raphael a little better. 

Same as always. Handsome and charming and completely imaginary, which, now that you thought about it, was the biggest part of his charm. 

"Ta-ta... for now," Raphael's signature line echoed through the room.

"Bravo, Raphael," you praised the screen. "You've done nothing creepy. You have earned your title of Archdevil Supreme."

After waiting for a response that never came, you laughed off your silliness and shook your head. Your laptop was overheating, giving off a slight synthetic smell. Should have upgraded a long time ago. Just need to put enough money aside.

"OK, screenshots," you said. "I wanted to take some screenshots. Do you mind, Raphael? Can I have your consent? They’ll help recruit more followers for you, my liege."

Your phone vibrated. The FaceID gave you a preview of the Discord messages from Queen-of-the-Bored, one of the few Raphaelites you'd actually spoken to directly and felt like you kinda sorta knew.

queen-of-the-bored: ngl that was some really funny joke, we spent the whole night trying to recreate it :-D queen-of-the-bored: you sounded legit worried over that voice message tho haha you: it was legit. check the reddit thread queen-of-the-bored: which thread

Ok, let me google that for you. You typed in the same search words as yesterday, "Raphael naked mod April prank," clicked on the thread from yesterday, and skimmed through the comments.

“nah not joking there is this naked mod for teenage mutant ninja""

“all dongs appeared MASSIVE on April’s first”

Scrolling further, you realized that was not the correct Raphael - it's Raphael the Turtle, not Raphael the Devil. Why was there so much NSFW content about him? What did people see in turtles?

You quickly corrected your search to "Raphael BG3 naked mod April prank," but it didn’t bring back any relevant results. So, you changed it to "last twenty four hours" just to be thorough.

Didn’t help. Nothing. You were the only to be called a naughty little mouse. The special one.

queen-of-the-bored: which thread dude??? you: my bad it was the turtle queen-of-the-bored: ??? queen-of-the-bored: I am slowly getting worried about you haha

Next step? Contact the mod developer directly? What if they have no idea what you're talking about?

Then what? What were the alternative theories? You've been hacked and doxxed to madness for that one Twitter post that got people waving pitchforks at you? 

There you go, you were scared again. Daytime, sun shining and children playing outside, but there you were, alone in your flat, scared again.

You took a deep breath and looked at the screen. "All right, I understand, Mr Archdevil Supreme. No screenshots. I'll uninstall the mod and I apologise for my disrespectful behaviour."

You couldn't bear to see Raphael's face on the screen again so you hit ctrl alt delete instead of Escape and stared blankly at the Task Manager.

Next, you uninstalled the mod that had caused all this trouble. Then you went to Tumblr and removed the reblog of Raphael in a cat playsuit with the tag "my poor miau miau". Then you deleted your bookmarks on AO3. Your Twitter account was beyond repair, so you deleted it altogether.

None of these actions made you feel any better. You grabbed a quick cup of shrimp noodles, but eating it only made you feel worse. As you tasted the sodium on your tongue, you came to a realisation: what you needed was to go the fuck outside.

You had been stuck in your flat and home office since the start of the pandemic, chronically online. Online work, online colleagues, online friends, who was the last real person you saw, talked to and hugged?

Your mum, probably. 

Oh yes, no wonder you were going mad. You need to get out there and meet some real people. You opened Discord, quickly scrolled past the sketch of Tav giving Raphael head, and typed a message: you needed to touch grass.

queen-of-the-bored: well there is Comic-Con this weekend  you: this is NOT touching grass, this is burning it queen-of-the-bored: true you: besides not going alone queen-of-the-bored: maybe Raph will keep you company 😈 

What? Such a strange thing to say. Or was it? Who the hell was that behind the screen anyway? Apparently someone called Sammy from Ohio. Supposedly. Wasn’t she the one who recommended this mod?

She was.

Come on, you're just letting your paranoia get the best of you.

queen-of-the-bored: oh BTW I found THE hottest Raph smut  queen-of-the-bored: mind the tags it's so hot but soooooo fucked up queen-of-the-bored: just read it trust me thank me later

Who the hell were you, Sammy from Ohio, Korilla? You put the phone down and started pacing around your small flat. It was not much to pace around, only forty-two square meters. 

At least you rent a flat in a building with other people and not some house at the edge of the forest. Strangers live below you, above you and on either side of you. They don't know you and you don't know them... but they were there, just in case...

Just in case.

"You know what?" you said to your computer. "I need a break. I need to focus on my mental health. Self-care, Raphael. I'm not playing with you. For now".

The moment you finished speaking, your phone lit up again with another notification. This time it was an email. You made a mental note to start managing your notifications better.

Did you enjoy your Devil Dick © - Natural Red experience? We know you will be back for more 😈 Check out the new...

What the fuck? Oh no, no, click away and make a mental note to never order from Bad Dragon again with customer satisfaction emails like this. It's borderline harassment. You ordered from them ONCE, as a joke, just to see what ridges might feel like.

Not as good as the smut had promised you,

Private. Private stuff. Between you and your bed drawer. Between you and your browser. God, how much stuff you have in your browser history. You should have used incognito mode more often.

Would that have helped? 

"That was low, Raphael," you muttered. "Or is it Haarlep today?"

You glanced around your room before angling your computer screen towards the wall, then retrieved the Devil Dick © from its hideaway in your bedside drawer. Your fingers grazed over the silicon ridges as you swiftly stashed it away in a box beneath the bed.

"If you must know, it was too big for me. Flattered?"

Crawling out from under the dusty bed, you looked up and realized for the first time that anyone in the building could easily peep into the flat if they tried hard enough or cared enough to do so.

Enough is enough.

You need to hydrate, you need to eat some vegetables, you need to start jogging again and you definitely... you definitely need to go out and talk to some real people. Maybe it's time to get back on Bumble and try your luck again. Who knows, it might actually work this time.

He wouldn't like that.

Where did that thought just come from? He wouldn't like it, who the hell cares what some imaginary devil thinks.

Standing up straight, you pointed a finger at the screen in front of you.

"Raphael, just so we are clear, you and I: I really like you. I do PR for you every day for free. You don't have to scare me to get my attention. You should appreciate me and be nice to me. I'm the best agent you'll ever have.”

Having made your point, you put on your running shoes and AirPods. It brought back memories of all the times you had jogged through the nearby park. Afterwards you'd sit on the bench and eat an ice-cream, watching couples, happy and glowing, watching families with children, happy and stressed, watching people living their lives in a reality parallel to yours, and then you'd come home and go into a reality parallel to theirs.

The AirPods picked up right where they left off last time.

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear

I wanna fucking tear you apart

You removed the AirPods from your earlobes and exhaled. This wasn’t Raphael's fault. This is She Wants Revenge, you have listened to it a thousand times. You knew the lyrics, they hadn't changed. 

You can't even listen to music anymore. Pull yourself together. 

Get some vitamins from the pharmacy.

Touch some goddamn grass.

***

You stuck to your digital and physical diet until the weekend, and as a reward, nothing happened. No oddly timed emails, no strange messages, no random phone calls. Maybe it was your pitch talk or the vitamins you started taking, but either way, Raphael was on his best behavior, and so were you. 

No Tumblr, no AO3. Didn't even touch Steam. Got into a highbrow podcast about the Roman Empire.

You set a new personal record for days without 'self-indulgence', as Raphael would put it, although that wasn't really the intention. Something always seemed to interrupt - whether it was the loud hum of the fridge (which was always obnoxious) or the flickering light in the hallway (which had been broken for over a week). 

By Friday, you had finally finished the work projects you had been putting off for months. The job wasn't too bad, but it hadn't been any fun for years, if it ever had been. You did the bare minimum to get the paycheck and keep the job, and your employer kept the paycheck at the bare minimum to keep you. If there was anything else you could do, you would do something else.

Still, this was probably the most productive week you had in years. You scrubbed your flat from top to bottom twice and cleared your wardrobe of clothes that no longer fit.

You were proud of yourself.

Gradually your sense of security began to return. You tried not to dwell too much on the incident with the naughty little mouse; if you didn't think about it, it almost felt like it hadn't happened.

On Friday, you plucked up the courage to play BG3 again, wandered through Baldur's Gate, avoiding the House of Hope for the time being, had a few fights, played the graveyard scene with Astarion (daring, but a small part of you hoped it would make Raphael jealous enough to come out again), and shut it down. 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

You hadn't planned to go to Comic-Con. For one thing, it was on the other side of the city, in the business district of the convention centre, so it would take at least an hour to get there. Secondly, going alone just felt... weird.

It was not until Friday night that a little voice in your head started to whisper, "Why not? Maybe you'll meet some like-minded people”. Make some friends you can actually touch (not in a creepy way). 

It's a better chance than endlessly swiping on Bumble.

Maybe you'll meet...

Neil Newbon. If you can get past the hordes of fangirls. Andrew Wincott. No, Andrew Wincott wouldn't be there; you'd checked beforehand. To be honest, hearing his voice might have been too much for your psyche at that moment.

So you decided to go. You went, and it was as fun as you had imagined it would be - that is, hardly any. The convention hall was huge and crowded, rows and rows of stalls, crowds and crowds of people. Live panel discussions, cosplayers, flashing lights, bright colors, chatter, laughter, very loud, very lively.

Raphael wouldn't last a minute in that chaos.

"Hell is other people," you thought to yourself, quoting Sartre. If you ever met Raphael, you'd quote Sartre to him too. He must know that you read intelligent books and not just fanfiction. 

Some people might be comfortable going to events and eating alone in restaurants, but not you. It's even worse being the odd one out in a group of odd ones. How come all the others had someone to take along? Where did they find all those people in this godforsaken city?

You talked to a few people and a few people talked to you. Nothing really took off. Your mind was elsewhere, to be fair. You were looking for something in the crowd. 

Someone.

It was absurd, yes, but so was what happened this week with the mod. You had met a few Raphael cosplayers, three at least, but they were...

Well, of course they weren't him. But they did a great job with the clothes and the hair and the make-up, and one had really great prosthetic horns, and you touched them and admired them and praised that particular Raphael for all his hard work in creating them.

They were real people, not video game characters that had come to life, and neither were you. You looked down at your jeans, at your thighs, and thought you should start jogging again, and felt even less comfortable in your own skin. 

Then Neil Newbon came along and things quickly became too chaotic for you.

You decided to take a break and walked down the street until you came across a cosy café - none of that generic chain stuff, but something that tried hard to be authentic with pretty flowers in the windows.

Sitting alone at a table for two, you looked down at your phone and opened the Discord chat because you came here to talk to some real people.

In the main chat, there was a heated debate about whether devils are allowed to torture mortals into signing contracts. Both sides presented arguments based on lore, edition contradictions, past precedents and personal conviction. 

A man's voice interrupted you as you typed your own very elaborated opinion of hellish law. "Excuse me, may I?" he asked, his words slightly muffled by the AirPods.

"Sure," you replied with practiced friendliness, not even looking up. That was always your default answer. It's not like you can say no to this kind of request anyway. 

People ask and do a lot of things out of politeness. That was precisely why you took the AirPods out of your ears.

The moment you lifted your eyes to meet the man's, you learned the true meaning of the word 'jumpscare'. Your body jerked upwards, the table shook and the coffee cup tumbled - narrowly missing Raphael.

Raphael. 

Not a man who looked like Raphael, not a man who was dressed like him - Raphael. 

You weren't sure if you made any sound or uttered any words. You probably yelped.

What you did do for sure was gawk.

His skin tone identical; hair slicked back just right; eyes uncannily accurate in hue and shape - down to every wrinkle. A perfectly realistic rendering. Not the uncanny valley type, no, perfectly believable. This is exactly what he would look like if he were real and swapped his fantasy clothes for a business suit.

So this is what it feels like to go completely insane.

Very banal, actually. You are having a psychotic breakdown and no one is even looking at you, except for an imaginary devil.

"Oh my, my apologies," Raphael said as he quickly grabbed napkins to mop up the spreading lake of coffee on the table. "I did not mean to scare you."

Oh, but he did, very much. You could not breathe, your chest encased in an iron brace of fear. It's you who needs to apologise, and apologise fast, and apologise a lot, and beg for mercy. Especially for liking the Twitter art of him being spit-roasted between Yurgir and Haarlep. 

If you only knew... you would never have clicked on it... absolutely never... all those posts you wrote... 

"Raphael?" you managed to squeak out. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

This must be how a deer feels in the headlights of an oncoming truck.

He looked at you, very sincere confusion etched across his handsome face. "Excuse me?"

You drew in a shaky breath, your nostrils flaring as you tried to catch a whiff of cherries under the aroma of fresh coffee, not caring how absurd you appeared. Yes? No? Or was that strawberry jam on his croissant? Have your senses gone haywire? Your mind certainly has.

"You're... you're here to cosplay Raphael?" 

The thought tumbled out of your mouth before it had time to fully form in your head. It was the only explanation that made sense... It didn't, but it made more sense than all the others put together.

Raphael moved closer, pulled up a chair and asked, amused: "I beg your pardon, I'm here to do what to whom?"

The voice. The voice was the same. Andrew Wincott's voice. The man had simply stolen his voice. Or had the man stolen it from him? The movements, the mannerisms, the facial expressions. This man could not be Raphael because...

Well, because this man was real. As real as you were. 

"Raphael," you explained. "From the video game. Are you here to cosplay... to play... Raphael?"

The man gave you a look as if questioning your sanity, and rightfully so. You were also sweating bullets - could he see the damp patches under your hoodie? You pressed your arms against your sides; wouldn't want him noticing.

"I'm hardly an actor," Raphael replied with a polite smile, "although there was a time in my youth when I entertained such ambitions."

He chuckled lightly and took a leisurely sip of his coffee. 

"I'm here to enjoy my espresso, nothing more. I... have never been particularly fond of..." he added with the disdain of a typical middle-aged man, "... video games.”

You had no response for that because Raphael wouldn't be into video games either; that much was believable.

"My office is across the street," he said, pointing towards the office complex opposite you. "Precisely there."

The golden sign on the building across from you, Kirkland & Ellis, told you nothing, except that Raphael had an office job and an office space and a desk and all the things that the devil shouldn’t have because the devil invented them to torture the others.

Raphael was dressed like he had just stepped out of a board meeting. A three-piece slate gray tailored suit, white shirt peeking out from underneath, silk tie and matching pocket square. Of all the modern Raphael AUs, you preferred the Professor one, you voted for it, you had Sucharide’s fic bookmarked. The Professor was more, ugh...

Safe.

As for you, you were wearing a hoodie with your university on it. A clean hoodie, but a hoodie nonetheless. What the hell else would you be wearing to Comic Con? You didn't do your hair. Well, putting it in a ponytail is not doing your hair. Why did you not do your hair? 

"I know, I know, you must be wondering why anyone would toil on a weekend," Raphael continued. That was the last thing you were wondering. "Alas, no rest for the wicked."

"Wicked?" you echoed. You looked at the people in the cafe, sure they were staring at the both of you, but they weren't.

"Oh," he chuckled lightly, "it's just an expression – 'No rest for the wicked.' You've never heard it before?"

"Of course I have," you said, momentarily embarrassed. "Never mind...sorry."

"You have nothing to apologise for," Raphael raised his eyebrows. "In fact, I should be the one to apologise for startling you. May I offer you another cup of... ah, what was that... cappuccino? After twelve? Tsk-tsk, young lady".

Not a single modern man could ever manage to say the words "tsk-tsk, young lady" as charmingly. That was Raphael.

"No bother, I can get one myself," you said quickly, about to stand up. 

He raised his hand slightly and put it down to halt your movement, and for a second you thought he was going to touch you, and if he had, if you had felt the skin of his skin, he would have felt more real and you would have died on the spot from a bursting heart.

"I have no doubt about that. But may I treat you? It would be my absolute pleasure”.

Pleasure. The way he said the word was straight obscene. You couldn't handle the word 'pleasure' coming from a man who had been responsible for more than half your orgasms in the last few months.

So in your daze, you mumbled: "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Raphael stood up and walked over to the barista. She acknowledged him, so that's one point for him being real and you not hallucinating. Not only did she acknowledge him but she flashed him a goofy grin - clearly smitten.

Of course she is.

You have to take a picture of him. How do you take a picture of someone without their consent without being a total creep?

You don't. It's in the fucking definition; you can't. But you should. Maybe you'll open your camera roll and see someone completely different, and then you'll know it's time to call for mental health services.

Your phone was buzzing with messages, which you quickly swiped away and went straight to the camera. You took a picture of him from behind while he ordered you a coffee. The barista gave you a “fucking weirdo” look. 

Fuck you, you thought, you have no idea what I am going through right now. Then you switched to the camera roll and checked to see if the photo reflected what you saw.

A broad, fit back of a very attractive middle-aged man with lush brown hair, paying for coffee with cash.

You couldn't decide whether this made you feel better or worse.

When Raphael returned with your cup, you had something for him too. "This is the character I was talking about," you said, a screenshot of virtual Raphael ready on your screen.

Anyone who saw the screenshot would say, "Who motion-captured me?" 

Not Raphael. He barely glanced before shrugging and handing your phone back. "Hmm, I see some resemblance, I guess."

Resemblance? What fucking resemblance? There was no resemblance; he WAS Raphael! You were about to argue but he beat you to it: "Why? Were you hoping to meet this...Raphael?" 

His voice dropped an octave and he looked at you intently. He was flirting - openly, unashamedly.

"I...I was," you stammered out. "He's my favourite character."

Brilliant, brilliant line. Dear diary, today I wanted to meet Raphael, my favourite character from my favourite game. So much for quoting Sartre.

"Well now, I'm flattered," Raphael purred, causing you to wriggle uncomfortably in your seat. "I do bear some physical likeness."

That was a massive understatement. 

The man had a disarmingly charming smile. You tried to remember if Raphael had ever smiled like that in the game. It was mostly scowls and grins and smirks, but this kind of smile? You didn't think so. You caught a glimpse of yourself in his hazel eyes, and that was not Tav; that was you. Just you.

Not that you were unattractive or anything. Average. Maybe even a little pretty on a good day. You didn't like yourself very much. Then again, most people don't. That's how the beauty industry makes its money. 

You got your share of attention, some, nothing to brag about. Had two boyfriends, it didn't work out, you used to care, now you don't. Certainly never got any attention from men who looked like him.

Why should this man be interested in you, why? Ah, yes. Your soul. He probably wants your soul. Is it worth much at all? Is it worth coming all the way to Earth? You wanted to apologize to him for going through all this trouble just for you.

"So this event in the convention hall down the street..." he snapped his fingers as if trying to recall a forgotten name.

"Comic-Con 2024," you supplied. "It's huge in fandom culture. TV shows, video games, that sort of stuff.”

"Ah. Not my kind of entertainment - or my kind of audience, for that matter," Raphael said with a slightly raised eyebrow, eyeing the “Astarion approves” badge on your backpack.  "It does remind me of a deal I signed recently."

"Deal?" you asked in a weak voice. He nodded. "What deal? With who?"

"With who? No, I meant the Microsoft-Blizzard acquisition". 

Ah, that kind of deal. The words felt so reassuring, so real, the acquisition. Raphael would have no idea about these words. Raphael wouldn't say "Microsoft". You mean the real Raphael. What the hell is a 'real' Raphael again?

For the first time, you let go of a little tension. You took a first sip of your coffee and leaned back slightly in your chair. 

"Actually, I think these acquisitions are really harmful for the industry," you said. 

Why did you have to be so confrontational? You didn't have anything clever to say about such things, so you spoke the truth instead. Bad idea.

"How candid of you to say that. Well, I’ll be just as candid with you: I am indeed a villain." Raphael grinned. "I hope you can forgive me." 

There went your short-lived relaxation, which lasted less than a minute.  Raphael had just looked at you and said "I am a villain". Challenge him. Tell him it's him because, well, it's him. It can only be him. Tell him you know it's him, and then...

And then what?

"Everybody's got a job to do, I guess", you managed to utter the most generic phrase in existence.

"Isn't that so..." Raphael replied, pausing for a moment before finishing the sentence with your name.

You did not introduce yourself to him. You were sure of it. Absolutely sure. 

"How do you know my name?" you asked, half rising from your chair, raising your voice and quickly lowering it again. "I didn't tell you my name. How do you know it?"

Raphael gestured to your phone, which lay on the table screen between the two of you. Your work ID card was tucked away in its transparent case - something you hadn't needed for a while.

It had your first and last name on it.

"I saw it right before my eyes," he explained. "I thought it was a hint."

"It wasn't," you said.

"Oh, another faux pas on my part then," he said. "At this rate, I owe you something to make up for all my many transgressions. Perhaps dinner?"

You let out a nervous chuckle. One of your popular Tumblr posts had been an impassioned rant about how Raphael had promised a similar in-game offer but failed to deliver despite the many times you gave him the Crown.

"I seem to have absolutely terrified you, and that was not my intention. I insist on making it up to you. If you allow me, of course. I don't want to impose. Would you allow me to?"

He looked at you with the intensity of a man admiring a beautiful woman, his shoulders back and chin slightly up, trying to present himself from his best angle - something you've seen men do before, but rarely (if ever) to you. It was as if he could hang on every word that came out of your mouth, simply because he enjoyed watching your lips move. Raphael looked like he was in love, for Christ's sake.

Your cheeks grew warm. 

"Yes," you replied.

He kept silent for a bit, savouring your answer. 

"Splendid. Where might I collect you?"

It took you a moment to realise that he was asking for your address. Your personal address. Shouldn't he know it already, if he was Raphael? You replied as nonchalantly as possible:

"Why don't I give you my number and we can arrange to meet at the center?"

His expression darkened slightly; you've seen this look in the game before.

No, you shouldn't have said that. You wanted him to like you. 

Desperately.

"You don't trust me?" Raphael's voice dropped an octave or two, playful and just a little threatening.

You felt his breath on your face (cherries?) and the next second you stopped feeling your legs. The attraction that had been simmering inside you for months started boiling over.

Breathe. Pretend it's not Raphael. A man came up to you in a coffee shop and asked you if you trusted him in that kind of tone, leaning in like that. You know what the sensible thing to do would be - get up and walk away. And if it really was Raphael, get up and run away. 

You remained seated and stayed. 

"Just, ugh..." was all you managed to get out of the jumbled thoughts in your head; two coherent sentences so far into the conversation, and both of them made you sound like an absolute madwoman. 

Raphael laughed.

"Of course you don't trust me, that's only prudent, and you seem to be quite an intelligent young lady. But just so we are clear, you and I: you have nothing to fear from me. What is that number of yours?"

Quite an intelligent young lady, the words echoed in your mind and you remembered your naughty anonymous Tumblr confession: I would suck every last drop of cum out of him as long as he kept praising me.

God, everything you've read with him in the main role. Double penetration, double vaginal penetration, pet play... you weren't even into half of it. You hoped Raphael didn’t think you actually wanted him to do all of the things you read with you.

You just liked clicking on random links.

"Do you need something to write it down or...?" you asked hesitantly.

"I will remember," he said curtly. “I do not forget things easily”.

You realised that there was something far more frightening than anything that had happened before: that he wouldn't remember, that he would never call you, and that this conversation and this meeting would end there. 

So you carefully enunciated each number, then took a pen from your pocket and wrote it down on a napkin: it seemed romantic in the movies, but your handwriting and the coffee stain made it look like a secret message from the madhouse.

He grinned and tucked the napkin into the pocket of his suit.

He took the last sip of coffee and then took your hand in his. He touched you. His skin was warm and real and soft and everything you had ever imagined, his touch surprisingly tender. 

Your whole body responded to that tiny crumb of affection, viscerally. You hadn't realized how famished you were for a touch until that moment.

He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed them against yours. His lips were soft too, slightly damp from the coffee.

"I am looking forward to our rendezvous," Raphael murmured against your palm. "Ver much so."

Rendezvous.

In any other situation, a middle-aged man kissing your hand would be downright creepy. But this... this was a fever dream, an illusion, anything but reality. Because there was no way this madness could actually be happening to you.

Was it a bad thing? Was reality ever... this? So unpredictable? So exciting? 

You only snapped out of it when the door closed behind him, but you snapped out hard. You practically threw yourself at the next table, where a group of guys were sitting, their appearance screaming video games - backpacks and scruffy beards, Warhammer-emblazoned T-shirts. 

You grabbed one by the shoulder and hissed urgently: "Guys-guys-guys-guys." Your words came like rapid fire. "Tell me that guy doesn't look exactly like Raphael from Baldur's Gate? That one? On the street behind the window?" 

Damn, you sounded desperate.

"Ah, sorry, never played it," came the nonchalant reply before he turned back to his friends' conversation.

"Baldur's Gate," chimed in another, his face lighting up. "Amazing game. Looks like who?"

"Raphael," you said. "The devil."

The guy laughed, but didn't even look where you were pointing.

"Ah, the two-pump chump?"

You shot a quick glance at Raphael. His eyes met yours through the glass window, and they were cold now; his smile was gone. 

I didn't say that, you pleaded with him in your thoughts. That guy said that. That guy over there. I would never say that.

Your defence of his bed skills stretched from Reddit to Tumblr threads, you argued that Haarlep was slandering him, that Raphael was the best fuck there ever was and you personally vouched for that because you fucked him a thousand times in your head.

"Don't call him that, please," you whispered to the guy. He gave you a confused look when you pointed at Raphael again: "Look at him. The one staring at us. Does he look like him?

Is he real? Do you see him too?

"Ah yes," he admitted with a grin on his face, raising the cup of coffee to his lips, "he sort of does. Yes, he does! Well, I hope he doesn't...oh shit! FUCK!".

The guy's face contorted in pain as he clutched his mouth, jumping, cursing, tears streaming down his face. You could see the skin on his lips reddening and blistering.

"What the fuck?! It's fucking boiling! FUCK! "

The barista rushed over to him, spewing apologies as she tried to handle the situation. You took a step back and glanced at Raphael whose lips were moving subtly - two syllables that matched rhythmically: 'bye-bye' or maybe 'ciao-ciao'. 

It didn't have to be 'ta-ta'. He waved nonchalantly at you.

You waved back.

NEXT: Chapter 3, In Which Larian Introduces The Raphael Romance

#bg3 raphael #raphael the cambion #raphael x player #raphael x tav #raphael x oc #raphael x you #meta fanfic #knock knock

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 ꒱ 김정우

summary : you're bummed that it was raining, but your boyfriend always knows how to cheer you up

genre : little angst, fluff, jungwoo x afab!reader, drabble tws : angst (tiny bit in the beginning), language, kiss author notes : sorry my stories are going to be short and sporadic until i finish school next month word count : 0.7k

you looked out your balcony doors with a pout on your face. you had taken a shower almost two hours ago now, putting on makeup, and doing your hair. you smoothed over the floral sundress you bought last winter when you were so excited for it to finally be spring. and now that it was, you planned a picnic for you and your boyfriend, however it hadn’t stopped raining for three days. and the during the short moments it did, the sky was overcast.

of course, your boyfriend didn’t mind having a movie night with takeout (maybe he’d even convince you to netflix and chill) but you weren’t in the mood for something you and him did all the time — you wanted to warm your skin in the sun, taking, giggling, and eating.

not be condemned to your apartment because of the stupid rain.

you felt discouraged, and honestly a little depressed. this entire morning you had willed the clouds to clear up, knowing this was the only day between your boyfriends busy schedule that you two could do something other than after midnight; it seemed that recently you only got to see him if he was sleeping next to you, and it was getting a little underwhelming.

you loved him; seeing him enjoying himself on stage and during variety shows was the highlight of your day. you just wished that once in a while you could pretend that you two were the only people on planet earth, and that nothing could ever go wrong if he was by your side. that he was only yours and you didn’t have to share him with literally millions of people.

“hey baby, it’s okay…” his arms wrapped around your mid-section, locking together in the front. you pouted further, feeling him nozzle into your neck and press light kisses. “we can do other things today, it’s not like our time together is limited.”

“but, that’s just it, isn’t it?” everything added up had taken its toll and now the tears swelled with your heart, “you’re always busy — i-i’m always alone. i miss you, you know? i just wanted a sweet little date with you, but it seems like the universe hates me too!”

he paused any and all movements, “too?” suddenly, your back was no longer pressed against his chest; your eyes, full of tears, meeting his. “do you think i hate you, my love?”

you sniffled, “n-no! that’s not what i meant. i’m just — i miss you all the time — it’s we only ever see each other at night. i love watching you live out your dream, but i want a place in that too, even if just a little.”

“i know you wanted this to be perfect,” his lips pressed to your forehead, causing your eyes to close and a couple of the stray tears (you’d been holding back) to fall. “but, i already think it is. i think you are, and everything you do and put up with. i love you, don’t forget it, okay? you’re my dream, everything else can come second.”

you nodded, looking up at your puppy-like boyfriend, a wide smile now plastered across his face.

“besides, we already have everything,” he broke from you, walking over to the couch and taking the remote from the cushion. you watched curiously as he turned the tv on and searched ‘swaying grass’ on youtube. “and now we’re outside; sunny, breezy! see, y/n. it’s not all bad.”

he took your hand within his, motioning you into his chest for a hug, voice close to your ear, “besides, as much as i love that dress, not everyone needs to.”

you swatted his chest as he laughed in your your direction, “shut up.” you cracked a smile, and he looked at you adoringly.

as cringey as you found it, if all the stars went dark, you knew he’d be the only thing that’d light your way. the love you held for him was indescribable, and you never dared try in fear of not doing it justice. jungwoo knew you inside and out, every fiber on your body had been carved to his memory — he cherished the ground you walked on, loved what you found imperfect.

you really had found the perfect person for you to live out your fairytale with.

he smirked, cocking his head to the side, “there’s my girl,” he stated at your upturned lips, you about melting into the carpet at his words, “now, let’s go on that picnic date, okay?”

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[simgaroop]

I think I am neurodivergent.

There is no official diganosis and at this stage in my life I probably won't look for one. But in recent years I've started to think I probably am one. I even thought about asking my therapist about this, just before she released me a couple years ago. But it just felt like I was making things up at the moment. Besides, it is pretty stupid for a mental health specialist to self-diagnose, so that's why I am not saying this with complete certainty.

Huh, this is one of those posts I should be writing in Spanish.

Anyway, why am I randomly posting this in my Sim blog? Well, because I am exhausted. I've spent the last two months carrying a huge figurative boulder on my shoulders and just pretending (or masking) non stop. If you met me in person, the most likely impression you would have of me is that I am a very calm, warm and sweet person, who has her shit together, is the voice of reason, a great listener, someone who is eager to come up with solutions to any problem. Someone who has control over her emotions, who likes "normal" everyday stuff. People look up to me and I am constantly been asked for support, both in my professional and personal life. I am so nice and adaptable, that I was able to practically live in a hospital for over 5 weeks, just leaving it to go to work.

However, deep inside I am a very anxious woman, who is triggered by thoughts of death, disease (of loved ones), doctors and hospitals. I need to have my time to be alone. I prefer (almost need) to sleep in a very dark room and listening to movie or videogame podcasts. I've always been into videogames and animated shows, and I tend to obsess about those topics. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and loved it, but have never told a soul because I am so embarrased by it. I prefer to be alone, I hate to make and answer phone calls and when I get a notification on Whatsapp I really need to take a moment to even read the message (and it is even worse if it's a voice message). I am socially awkward in situations that are not related to work. I used to stimm a lot when I was a child, and I still do it when I am stressed. I was a picky eater. I used to be the lonely child who preferred to be by herself and only made friends because my parents were worried. I do not watch series on Netflix, but I can browse Youtube for hours and watch Lets Plays and documentaries about shows. I've always wanted to share my nerd tendencies, but I can't, because I am a woman in her forties, and my family and social circle look down on that stuff. So I constantly pretend and only when I am alone at night I can browse and look at the stuff I like, which is honestly very innocent, but I feel like I have to hide it.

And these last weeks I have had to constantly hide myself in my "social" and "professional" self. And I am exhausted. I feel like my heart is heavy. And it is even affecting my work performance.

So I come to my nerdy spot on the Internet to vent. To the one place in which I can sort of be myself and hope like someone might read this and understand.

*Reads Post* Wow, this is why I mostly lurk. I sound like a 15 year old and my urge to pretend that everything is fine with me is screaming that I do not post this. 😥

#non sims #definitely deleting later #delete later

[graciousdragon]

animal room (1995) is simultaneously the best and worst movie ever made. its fantastic but its also horrendous. everyone should watch it but also no one should ever watch it. it has so much potential but never quite lives up to it. i need to study doug van housen under a microscope.

#rys.txt #animal room (1995) #i rewatched some parts from it last night (you can literally watch the whole thing on youtube. can't recommend you actually go do that tho) #and goddamn. it is truly one of the movies ever made #doug is simultaneously the most homosexual and homophobic character i've ever seen in anything

[sortanonymous]

I've watched and adored Encanto, Wolfwalkers, Across the Spider-Verse, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, and Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio. All absolutely incredible animated films that I'm sure will be held up as classics even 20 years from now.

With that said, Nimona is frankly a good step above all of them and my choice for animated film of the decade so far (at least for what I've heard of). An absolutely stellar film on every level. Do yourself a favor and watch it all on YouTube these next few days!

Does it stand a chance at the Oscars? Absolutely not, especially since even the Annies were dominated by Spider-Man. But it would absolutely deserve to. (And again, I adore Spider-Verse and still think it's 100% worthy of the Oscar on its own. It's basically the reverse of the Puss in Boots vs. Pinocchio situation last year. They're both masterpieces, only this time the slightly better masterpiece is almost certainly gonna get left in the cold.)

#nimona #nimona movie #oscars 2024 #i'm not exactly gonna pretend nothing good came out of disney last year #maybe elemental and especially guardians 3 are good #but holy crap the fact that this film they left to rot with blue sky came back to mop the floor with them? #that truly is the ultimate nail in the coffin! #that and you know the draconian capitalist stuff but that's a different story #rip blue sky #now i can no longer call ice age: the meltdown my favorite blue sky movie that i've seen #sorry 4-year-old (and honestly current) me :( #you know this decade's been a rough one for animation in so many ways even in regards to the movies #(though they may be the least of the problems now) #but man has this decade already given us some classics from both the big and small studios #i'm sorry i haven't said much on the movie but i don't even know what to say because it's so amazing #go watch it right now #now just hoping it comes to blu-ray because i have all five of those other movies on blu-ray #and the only one not in 4k being wolfwalkers simply because it doesn't have a 4k (tho at least also having two more movies) #(one of said movies (song of the sea) actually being better than wolfwalkers but that's a different story; cartoon saloon rocks) #Youtube

[the-wolfbats]

"Do princesses find him attractive?!" "They do if they have good taste!"

#movieedit #animationedit #the super mario bros. movie #great gowns beautiful gowns #honestly there was nothing for Illumination to elevate here and they still gave nothing #it's passable for fans and families #both of which are happy to see properties on the screen for a cool 90 minutes #but you can expect a little more from your animation #js #also you can watch the at silly 90s Donkey Kong Country show on Youtube it's hilarious #the songs are also surprisingly good #I love 'Metal Head' and 'Eddie Let Me Go Back to My Home' #BUT ANYWAY #ok I didn't stay for the credits no one told me there was a REPRISE of Peaches #after Bowser Donkey Kong is my favorite #THE FIRST MEMBER OF THE DK CREW #if you had to ask me to rank them across the VG properties #Sonic 2 > Det Pika > Sonic 1 > This

[azumasoroshi]

DO NOT WATCH IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED SUZUME NO TOJIMARI BECAUSE IT WILL RUIN THE MOVIE BUT OH MY GOD

(I MEAN IT. DO NOT WATCH. IDC IF YOU DONT CARE ABOUT SPOILERS I WILL COME AND HAUNT YOU IF YOU LISTEN TO THIS BEFORE WATCHING THE MOVIE)

SKY OVER TOKYO IS LIKE ONE OF THE BEST SOUNDTRACKS IVE EVER HEARD IM NOT EXAGGERATING

IT HITS SO HARD!!!!! IT TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY IN THE THEATER LIKE DUDE IMAKJDSHGJASHGJ

i am begging you if there's ANYTHING you should watch suzume no tojimari for. well there's 200 things i could list rn but LISTENING TO THIS SOUNDTRACK AT ITS POINT IN THE MOVIE IS ONE OF THEM

im going through the entire soundtrack on youtube rn and holy fucking hell every single one either gives me chills or is about to make me cry like dawg what. how can you be this stacked

there's not as many lyrical songs as TnK or KnnW but the soundtrack is so good that like. i dont even care. the few that it does have go fucking crazy so hghrjJKKGJSJKGJDJDS

#screams. i SEE you motherfucker who hasnt watched snt who's about to click on that link because you dont care about spoilers #I SEE YOU. FUCK YOU. WATCH SUZUME NO TOJIMARI #CARE ABOUT SPOILERS #this movie hits so much harder when you have no idea what to expect and havent watched the trailer in months #KNOW NOTHING. GO IN WITH HEAD EMPTY SO YOU CAN EXIT WITH HEAD FULL OF PAIN #suzume no tojimari #suzume no tojimari spoilers #suzume #suzume spoilers #Youtube

[shinyzango]

I'm still not over how pretty this track is.

And it's from a movie no one talks about nor even knows exist. Which is a crime because this movie is so damn good.

#Fairy Dance is also such a good track #god please just go watch this movie if you can #Youtube

[softquietsteadylove]

This is so niche, but I just watched Water for Elephants and I can’t stop thinking about a thenamesh circus au! So here’s my prompt: Thena is the star of the show, married to the cruel ringmaster who thinks he owns her. Then lo and behold, a certain sweet handsome and strong stable hand shows up and OBVIOUSLY they fall in love!!! Do whatever you’d like to with that LOL but let the drama and angst ensue

"Thanks for the help, Gil," two of the stage hands waved to him as they continued breaking down the ring and its rigging.

"Any time, guys," Gil waved back. He was the newest addition to the crew of the travelling circus. He really got the impression that the ring leader didn't actually want to hire him, but that it was his wife - the star headliner - who actually wanted to.

The animals needed proper veterinary care, not just Kro looking at them and saying that they could do the show until they died. No one really argued with the boss, except Thena.

No one knew how the stunning trapeze artist ended up marrying such a monster of a man. His story was that they met young and fell in love and he whisked her away to pursue their dreams together. It didn't take a genius to know that it was clearly only half of the story. But she was his wife, and the shining star of their travelling circus. So what Thena said was top priority.

Gil had spoken with her a few times while taking care of the animals. She cared for them very deeply, which warmed his heart. Especially in comparison to how Kro viewed them as nothing but walking dollar signs.

"We can get a few more shows out of it!"

"He has a bad leg!"

"Y'know when it can rest? When it's dead!"

Gil frowned, moving away from the walkway back to his personal train car and off to the side of things. It was dark out, with only the glow of their work lamps lighting things. But he could see that head of sparkling blonde hair anywhere.

"Move," Kro snarled, whether she was his wife or not. The white horse was cowering behind her.

"No," she stood against him, although he had no problem grabbing her for it. She leaned her face away from his. His hands gripped her arms, easily encircling her lithe and delicate muscles. "Stop it."

"Are you choosing a horse over me," he kept his eyes on her as he leaned into her space, "dearest?"

Thena was tough--she never had any problem with Kro's temper whenever he had a fit during rehearsal or when they were setting up. But it would be a lie to say she didn't have a certain shiver in her when he called her that. "No."

"Hey!"

Gil only realised he had said anything when the arguing couple turned towards him. He gripped his satchel in his hand but walked closer. He told himself to stay the course as Kro at least let go of Thena and stepped away from her.

"You say something?" the ring leader glared at him. Gil was not a small man, but this beast was something else. Gil often caught himself wondering if he ever ended up accidentally hurting his incredibly delicate - incredibly beautiful - wife.

"S-Sorry," Gil cleared his throat, dipping his head slightly to look up at him more. The ring leader liked flattery and feeling like he was the king of them all. "I just...I saw Angus and wondered if you needed a hand with anything."

"Mind your own, Vet," Kro snapped at him, straightening out his red performing jacket.

"No, Gil, wait!" Thena rushed, reaching out and pulling him towards her and the horse. "Angus' leg--it will heal, won't it?"

Her eyes were so, so green.

"The beast is gettin' sold to the factories by the third stop this week," Kro argued immediately.

"Gil, please," Thena pleaded again, although Kro's eyes moved to how her hands had moved to grip his sleeve. She pulled them back to herself, still standing in front of the quivering horse.

"Uh," he gulped. Horse's were fragile in the legs, and he couldn't guarantee the healing would happen quickly. But he looked from Thena to Kro, who looked ready to aim between poor Angus' eyes here and now. Gil nodded, "y-yeah. Angus is pretty young. With what it would cost to get a new horse and teach it the routine, you might as well just let Angus rest for the next two shows, three--tops!"

Kro huffed, already plenty angered just for having to argue about it. He straightened up to his full height again, looking down at Gil, "three shows?"

Gil crossed his fingers behind his back, "three shows."

"Fine, the beast lives."

Thena reached behind her, patting Angus' mane between his ears.

"But if it's any more than that," Kro glared at Gil in particular, leaning his head closer as he began walking away, "you'll put him down yourself."

"Yes, sir," Gil nodded. He could do that much; if anything, it would be kinder than however Kro would do it, he was sure.

Kro looked over his shoulder after a second, eyeing Thena. "I'll be waiting...dearest."

There was that shiver, "yes, dear."

Gil waited until Kro was moving away again to go over to her, "are you okay?"

She rubbed her hands over her bare arms, still in her sparkly - and sparse - performing costume. "I'm fine."

Gil had his doubts about that, but there wasn't much of anything he could actually do about it. He nodded, moving to take Angus' bridle in hand gently. "Does...he wasn't hurting you, was he?--when I came out here?"

Thena smiled at him, although there was something awfully morose about it. It looked like a smile, but it felt like she was crying. "No, Gil. He wasn't hurting me."

Gil gripped the leather straps tighter. Whether he believed that or not, if there ever came a day when he could no longer take the words at face value...

Thena took a step forward, making him even more aware of how ghostly she was. She was such a shining star when she was up on the high wires. But she was just a little thing, up close and personal. "Don't let him catch you worrying about me. He'll throw you from the train without hesitation."

Gil believed that too. But he also believed that if he ever saw that beast being too rough with her, he wouldn't be holding himself responsible for his actions. "I'll be sure to hide it from him, Miss."

Thena smiled, maybe even laughed to herself, and his heart twisted even more in his chest. She had such a pretty smile. "Take care of Angus for me, Gilgamesh? He'll need his rest for the next few days."

"'Course, Miss," Gil responded automatically, although he didn't take a single breath as Thena's hand just barely brushed over his as she stepped away and made her way back to the luxury sleeper car she and the ring leader shared.

She and her husband.

Gil turned to the horse, who was exhausted after just barely completing the show on an injured leg. "C'mon, boy, let's get you some calcium and a brace. Miss Thena's counting on you."

#Thenamesh AU #I must confess... #this movie isn't on netflix in Canada and renting it on google was going to be like 8 bucks #so I watched a trailer and a scene I found on youtube and that was it #so I'm...taking some creative liberties with this one #but I hope you like how it came out! #you did say drama and angst #and here we are! #the star crossed lovers #the ships passing in the night #Gil is a sweet and gentle veterinarian #but I mean #who could blame him for falling in love with her #the star of the show #he calls her a star that fell from the heavens and got bottled like a firefly #not that he can tell that to anyone #to the tigers and the elephants and the horses maybe #she is his shining star who belongs in the sky #and every time Kro yells at her #or calls her his 'old ball and chain' #or tells new sponsors for the show that if he likes them then they can 'have a turn with her' #Gil gets a little closer to being a murderer #Thenamesh Circus AU

[stinkrascal]

this will actually be my most controversial opinion but homestuck is genuinely so good. u guys just have the attention span of goldfish

#i also have the attention span of a goldfish thats why i watched the let’s read homestuck videos on youtube #i finished it though 🏡 #every time i see homestuck SLANDER on my dashboard i must rise up and defend her honor #its legitimately good u guys its a lot of fun #i met a marvel fan who talked this big talk about how they think homestuck is trash A MARVEL FAN #girl go back to watching your military propaganda #u dont have to like homestuck but if you havent even read it and your first criticism is just #what even is homestuck about 😝 #i’ll cry. that’s such a dead meme you guys #literally the homestuck fandom invented that meme about their own comic bc we all recognize that it’s long af and complicated #u can be a homestuck hater that’s fine. you have my permission #just make better jokes about it you guys #homestuck is too long! what is it even about?! - a marvel fan #i like grey people with horns. you like usa military propaganda. we are not the same #this is all specifically at the person who said they hate homestuck but loves marvel movies fuck you for having bad opinions #this is almost as bad as when i met someone who said they thought breaking bad was boring but their favorite show was the office #like i get it we all have different opinions on whats boring but wow. Wow

[siobhanromee]

why does no one understand the importance of privacy any more (/nobody here)

#Like my irl friends are not totally freaked out by the whole live 365 thing #Like I HATE the idea that someone can know where you are at all times #It's so scary #And then if you voice this opinion #People are like are you trying to hide something? And the thing is I want to be able to should i need to #Like i dont want people asking why I'm going to a certain doctor or why I shop where I shop #Or like who's house I'm at #And I know it is genuine concern on the part of some people but it's so fucking scary #And then theres the whole instagram thingy #Which I only really have bc I hate being left out #and it makes it really easy to start conversation bc someone can post that they went to a movie and I can say oh I saw that one did u enjoy #And so on and so forth #But like I dont like that everyone has to have it and wants to have yours #And my brother who I detest came into my room and was like what are you trying to hide #When I turned off my phone #Like I wasnt even doing anything other than watching a youtube video abt conservative book banning #Which he would find boring. And I dont want him to know what I'm watching because I hate him and I dont want him to know what I care abt #Bc anything I care abt can be something he can bully me over #And he never fucking listens when I tell him to stop. Not sure how I'm going to get through another year at home #He makes me so miserable and then nobody does anything abt it and when someone does make a consequence hes like 'oh its bc your the fa.. #..favourite child' #And he was like I know you have an Instagram account which like i was technically not supposed to have as a teen. But I'm a legal adult and #I can do what I want now #at least in that aspect #Oh and ppl excuse his behaviour bc hes a boy. Well I'm a fucking boy too and I never pulled that shit. (Ig I'm a man now. Weird to call mys #...myself that. Young man makes a little more sense) #Damn this started as a vent abt privacy but it's really abt my brother #Honest to god wish I wasnt related #Or at least that I didnt have to deal with him #And he calls me stupid sometimes bc I dont get his jokes and I respond seriously to his jestful questions and

[handweavers]

wish i were a movie or tv person mostly bc there are a lot of good movies and tv experiences i'd like to enjoy but can't, but also because like 95% of casual conversations with ppl irl is about tv and movies and i've never seen anything anyone is talking about and there is nothing more boring than listening to a discussion on a tv show you haven't seen and would have to spend 40+ hours sitting on the couch doing nothing but watching it to catch up. my personal adhd nightmare

#youtube i dont have to pay 100% attention to so i can do other stuff #tv/movies stress me out i have to pay attention and i cant multitask so i get so bored and end up not focusing bc i cant keep my hands busy #i either dont care at all whats going on so i dont watch it OR i care and its so stressful bc my empathy goes into overdrive #not in a heehee im an empath way but it in a fucked up uncomfortable way thats stressful and unpleasant #so i just avoid all of it but everyone else watches tv and movies and #if you knock out discussing tv and movies as a conversation topic it becomes extremely difficult to make friends irl #i do love reviews and having shows explained to me but thats different i feel

[hanzajesthanza]

the hansa dying at stygga isn’t even sad considering a potentially sadder ending that i feel has become a recent trope: “they live, but then happily decide to all part ways.” i’m allergic to that shit

#sorry just watching schaffrillas productions on youtube review recent disney movies that i havent seen #and learning that at the end of at least three recent movies this happens #what in hell’s name makes you think that’s a good way to end a movie #can you fucking imagine if geralt and dandelion were like ‘yeah we’re just going to live apart forever now and never see each other again’ #that’s not how friendship works. they’re addicted to each other. they’re two halves of a whole. #same with the hansa. they all complete each other. milva and regis are action and thought. cahir and angouleme are pride and shame. #you cant separate them because if you do they will go back to being incompetent and incomplete and alone #the thought of the hansa willingly breaking up has my throat constricting #i am a castle stygga enjoyer it’s thematically cohesive and well written and believable #and you can tell that they will die. this is the direction they have been written in from the beginning #literally a baptism of fire — the fire purifies but also purges. #i could never understand fictional ‘we die together’ romances but i can totally get ‘we die together’ fictional friendships #the elbow-high diaries

[castelled-away]

Prince boyfriends with big egos who compete with each other for the throne/place as leader (Peter was the High King before Caspian’s family ruled Narnia in present times, so the question is: which 1 of them should be king now?) and have to get along for the sake of winning a war while simultaneously trying not to kill one another but in the end manage to see that there’s enough room for both of them on the battle field/castle & they can actually learn a lot from each other.

Also the fact that they’re both princes (or kings in Peter’s case) is nice bc I think in period dramas it’s always like a commoner x a royal person. Just look at BBC Merlin with Merthur, Argwen or Bridgerton with Eloise/Theo, Anthony/Siena or Benedict/Sophie. & I get the appeal of those forbidden/risky love ships bc they ARE pretty cool & bring diversity into the dynamic. BUT BUT BUT. Princes/Princesses who can relate to each other about the pressure of always being in the eye of the pubic, having to be perfect for your subjects & allies, constantly preparing for that 1 day when you’ll have to take up the mantle of the ruler & how you always have to put the peoples’ needs before your own as if you yourself weren’t a person with hopes & fears & emotions too🥺

ALSO the RIVALRY!!!! These 2 are both leaders & think they each know what’s best for their subjects. So, yeah, while they do relate to the expectations of the other’s position & so should by all means be fast friends from the start, they fight one another. Bc in order to get back on the throne they both have to prove how one of them deserves to be king over the other & also try to get the competition out of the way. Plus the whole thing with Miraz’ reign of shit over Narnia makes Peter think of Caspian as the big bad enemy bc he’s Miraz’ nephew.

And this right here is REALLY interesting. 2 characters from the same background & shouldn’t have any problems with each other possess a valid reason to actually have conflict. HECK YES ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Anyways, no thoughts (except for that whole essay, oops) just prince boyfriends with their man egos & underlying fear of replacement that they have to work through

Just Caspeter <3

#you could also sprinkle a bit of toxic masculinity in there & let the bois work though that to as well #I’d like to see the feeling/effect toxic masculinity inflicts on men to be explained through a caspeter fanfic #written ​by a male author who has dealt with all that shit preferably #or I’ll just ask Google or watch a video on YouTube #Anyways if some genius soul stumbles over this post & wants to write fanfic abt it #you can totally use this idea no biggie #on the one (1) condition that there will be a link to the fic in the comments/reblogs for me to access👀 #would absolutely cry over a fic like that ngl #my heart is soft for traumatised characters goin through it #also SORRY for any inaccuracies #I can’t remember the books & haven’t watched the movies in a looong time #My rambles are based on those & the wiki ig #& the Caspeter gifs/edits I found here on tumblr #they’re so cool #go check them out

[cel-aerion]

There are too many things that are relevant to my interests going on and as a result I am in a weird haze where I want to do everything and thus I do nothing.

#not a reblog #i mean look if yesterday's dw special had aired like 10 years ago i would have absolutely EXPLODED #dt AND nph??? like yeah i would not have survived #fixated very heavily on both these guys #and ALSO while i have mouse channel streaming i can go watch the show about the trickster guy since i haven't gotten around to that yet #which of course features another actor i fixated on #and THEN i recently found the jekyll & hyde musical with shin sung rok on spotify #on top of all this is the comfort youtube channel with its almost daily releases #and then maybe getting to FINALLY do d&d things like i've wanted to do basically all my life thanks to a program starting up at the library #and THAT has made my brain go 'hey remember this character you made a while back based on a side character in a terrible movie?' #and unrelated to all of that i want to replay thousand year door #and i still have the goal of getting through fnaf books #so honestly brain just has no clue what to settle on #...wow this is a lot of tags #if you actually read them you get a cookie