#THE-SNARKIEST-RAMBLES

[mark-the-snark]

I JUST FOOKIN REALISED

well not just cuz I realized it like an hour ago BUT-

in hadestown da musicale (10/10 would recommend) there's this song WAAAAIT FOR MEEEE I'M COMMINGGGG right?

Well I saw listening to it today in my head and i started paying closer attention to the lyrics AND IT WAS PROBABLY VERY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE BUT ME (😭😭😭) but there's this part that goes somethin like:

"don't look no one in the eye. This town will try to suck you dry. They'll suck your breath, they'll suck your brain, theyll cut your heart right out your chest, then dress you in your Sunday best and stuff your mouth with cotton"

i just realized this part was a reference to the way coroners prepare dead bodies for funerals 😭 like how the hell did this take me so long

Anyway very cute detail 👌

#hadestown #The-snarkiest-rambles

[scatterbrainedbot]

Rat Sons AU: Character Introductions

Hamato Tang Shen

(aka the love of my life)

more ramblings & doodles:

(so do yall remember how in the 03 series Tang Shen was kinda just like a passing thought with no like actual characterization besides 'is pretty' and 'dies'?? and that both the boys she grew up with fell in love with her despite being raised as siblings?

yeah we're ditching that)

meet Hamato Tang Shen, official adopted daughter of Hamato Sho (and notably his only child.) Shes an absolute mountain of a woman, buff as all get out, stubborn and quick with a comeback, and a fully trained master of ninjutsu and the mystic arts.

Despite the death of her biological father when she was five, Tang Shen's childhood was largely a happy one. Hamato Sho, being a friend of her fathers, brought her to his ancestral home in the mountains after the tragedy. Sho did his best to nurture and encourage her, in all the ways he felt his own childhood lacked— with kindness and humor, free of any burdens of destiny or namesakes.

Of course, being raised by a the snarkiest old man alive who also had a major problem with authority, Tang Shen was perhaps a bit too bullheaded a child for most of her peers growing up. She didnt mind much — the Hamato farm was home to so many loud and opinionated critters, she rarely felt lonely at all. She loved spending time with the animals, and spoke to them constantly. Especially Yoshi, the family's pet Spurred African Tortoise, who they nicknamed "Splinter" after Tang Shen made a friend at school with the same name and the confusion of it all got old. She also took to calling the tortoise Jiji, as he was even more an ancient old man than her father.

By the time Tang Shen was approaching twenty, she had settled quite happily into the life she had on the farm, content with the company of her father, their animals, and, on more days than not, Yoshi, her cute best friend (/boyfriend??).

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, the Hamato family never could escape destiny for very long.

lol this is way too much for a character that is mostly ever gonna be seen in sporadic flashbacks but yall i love her sm u dont understand

did u notice its all past tense :(

[rat sons masterpost] [more Hamato family lore]

(easier to read/separated contents below the cut! (super long))

HAMATO TANG SHEN

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Pronouns: she/her

color motif: forrest green

Born in China, moved to Japan ~age 5, moved to New York State ~age 28

Daughter of a badass mystic warrior (a Guardian?) who was a close friend of Sho

Taken in by Sho after her bio father was killed in some major important mystic conflict (Sho later formally adopted her)

She grew up on the Hamato's familial land on the outskirts of a small mountain village (Gifu Prefecture??) which Sho was partially using as a small dysfunctional farm, and partially letting become overrun by nature

This overrun area became a sort of training grounds for a young Tang Shen, where Sho taught her first basic self defense, then later all forms of ninjutsu and even the mystic arts.

When she was young, she enjoyed helping Sho raise their assortment of animals: chickens (her favorites), two pigs (Sho's favorites), an old steer, a horrible peacock (Sho's sworn enemy), and, of course, the Hamato's ancient pet African Spurred Tortoise, Yoshi

As a child, she befriended a boy, also named Yoshi, whom she immediately teased for having the same name as her family pet. They became inseparable.

She was rather ostracized by other children her age growing up, both because she was a foreigner, and because she was considered too outspoken/opinionated and known to stir up trouble when she felt something wasn't fair

Other young girls, in particular, would also bully her for her appearance, since she was taller, more muscular and broad-shouldered than most of her peers. (Sho never wanted to throw hands with eleven year olds before, but here we are)

Later on, she and Yoshi (the human, that is) fell in love

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When she was small, Tang Shen loved learning to care for all the different types of animals living on the farm— even ones that weren't necessarily meant to be there, like the occasional rat, trying to establish a nest in a quiet corner of the barn.

Sho would help her catch any such critters she found, and they'd journey together into the woods or up the mountain to find a good place to release them, since they couldn't be allowed to stay on the farm.

(It was during one of these journeys that a newly-fathered Sho finally began to find his footing and connect to the young girl he took in. He had brought along some extra feed and an unneeded towel to give the rat a decent chance at settling in wherever they brought it to (and hopefully prevent it from finding its way back to the farm). But Tang Shen, five years old and only abstractly aware of why her life had recently changed so much, insisted there was a lot more the rat would need. She spoke of how lost and frightened it must be, having been just scooped up and taken to some place new so suddenly. Sho listened.)

Tang Shen developed a love of rats in part because of these little adventures she shared with her adoptive father.

As an adult, Tang Shen (having discussed it previously lol) was gifted a pet fancy rat by Yoshi.

She named the rat Miko and carried her everywhere.

#YALL WANNA MEET MY WIFE #LOOK AT MY WIFE #my art #rat sons #rat sons lore #tmnt au #also her ages are a lil iffy still #like she mightve moved to the usa a lil earlier than i said

[prettymuchteddy]

Crackship ramblings incoming (nothing is coherent here)

Daemon Targaryen x Criston Cole

Hear me out...they would be fascinating to watch.

Something probably would have awakened in Daemon that day on the bridge in Dragonstone when he got Cole's name wrong and Criston gave the snarkiest little response "Perhaps my prince recalls when I knocked him off his horse." Man had to walk away from that and have a therapy session with Mysaria immediately after.

Years later, he comes back from the Stepstones after fighting for so long that when he returns and finds out Cole is Rhaenyra's knight, he feels a certain type of way.

Rhaenyra would be like "So uncle what was the Stepstones like?"

Daemon would say something like "Great, weather was nice. So does your knight ever talk about the tourney we were in? Like does he talk about any people that stood out to him or?"

It would become almost a running gag from how many times Daemon just "happens to appear" where Criston is and tries to antagonize (flirt) with him.

Would this ship have saved Westeros and prevented the dance? No. Would Joffrey Lounmouth still be alive? Yes, because Criston was too distracted being confused by Daemon trying to rizz him up at Rhaenyra's wedding.

#house of the dragon #hotd #crackship #hotd moodboard #ser criston cole #criston cole #daemon targeryan #prince daemon targaryen

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- Recess Deities

Here they aaaare! The last round of deities! The Recess class! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Austin T:

(Harmonia)

God of peace and harmony

Can diffuse a conflict just by walking in the room

Leads de-stressing activities on Olympus

He and Kagami have a love-hate kind of friendship

Only person who can get Jean to rest when they’re in “show mode”

Austin B:

(Mnemosyne)

God of memory and recollection

Remembers everything from the moment he was born

Will gladly remind you of a time you screwed up if you’re getting a big head

Integral part of the gossip squad

Austin Q :

(Tethys)

God of rivers and freshwater

Prefers to spend most of his time in the water

Gets pissed if mortals dump trash in the river

Helps Ondine keep Kim from doing crazy shit

One of the snarkiest gods

Austin A:

(Aglaea)

God of splendor and finery

His style is always ON POINT

Never seen anywhere without bling

Will tell you if something looks bad on you

King of makeovers

DJ:

(Tyche)

Deity of luck and good fortune

Has never lost a game, ever

LOVES making bets and wagers, and never loses

Four leaf clovers where she walks

Still a huge prankster

Victoria:

(Ananke)

Deity of destiny and inevitability

If they want something to happen, it will

Seems to see five steps ahead

“I told you so” is a bit of a catchphrase

Still super athletic

Gerard:

(Coeus)

God of knowledge and intellect

Can name facts about any subject off the top of his head

Always carrying at least eight books

Tends to ramble a bit when he’s interested in a topic

Brainy squad with Max and Anais

Gia:

(Alke)

Goddess of the battlefield and courage

Never backs down from a fight

Has a powerful war cry that can ignite fighting spirit in anyone

Blesses soldiers who die honorably

Besties with Kagami, they spar all the time

Mindy:

(Polyhymnia)

Muse of hymns and choral song

Voice powerful enough to stop hearts

Surprisingly shy, but commands attention when performing

Loves listening to and writing stories about heroes

Peacekeeper among her siblings

Spinelli:

(Terpsichore)

Muse of dance

Toughest and most graceful muse at the same time

Can dance flawlessly in any style

Can teach ANYONE to dance

Will deck you if you mess with any of his siblings

Mason:

(Daskalos)

Deity of education

Official tutor of Olympus, with help from the brain squad

Takes maintaining schools on Earth VERY seriously

Believes everyone deserves to learn

Still meticulous about everything

Kendra:

(Notus)

Goddess of the South wind and the rains

Snarkiest of all the winds, and very blunt

Usually has a small rain cloud

Can kick up a downpour when pissed

Likes to float upside down, and has wings like an albatross

Lotta:

(Hebe)

Goddess of youth and youthful spirit

Has so much energy, it’s ridiculous

Always looking for something new to try

VERY protective of children

Makes and serves the nectar on Olympus

Rochelle:

(Pheme)

Deity of rumor and infamy

Knows everything, about everyone, everywhere

Kind of impossible to keep a secret from zir

But surprisingly good at keeping them

Commander of the gossip squad

Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

#miraculous ladybug #miracolympus #greek gods au #recess class #mlb ocs #ml au

[litteredcorpses]

Speak your mind about your character interpretations

HI THANK YOU FOR ASKING. I went completely overboard with this sorry this got out of hand I just kept writing and then I wanted to add some pictures lmao this is going under read more. couldn’t help myself…might add more pictures later

the only version of Damien we really get to see is how he is with people he’s close too, so I do kinda like to let my interpretation of him get to be a bit stuck up and standoffish. To me, he’s defensive and tries to play his role as a politician too well. The type to always has to have a last word in and it has to be the most snarkiest thing ever. He’s a mess of pent up emotions that he allows to take over (though he does have slight control over it, if pushed enough the facade will break) and Actor was the final straw. When he is friendly with people, he’s overly so in the same way a politician would; not exactly genuine and probably saying shit under his breath once you leave. I think the parties (drinking and allowing himself to be neglectful) in university only fueled his need to be rebellious in his own nature having been put under high expectations growing up (he grows out of the need to do so once he becomes mayor but it leads him to cling to other habits).

Dark seems best fit to me as a direct amalgamation of Celine and Damien but if you turned all their main characteristics up to the max and then let it overflow out of the sink. I think Dark should be allowed to be portrayed more zany I guess? More unkept and not always entirely neat (minus appearance). Weird in a non conventional way, like some of the things he does aren’t purposeful, that’s just how he is. Dark seems unnaturally obsessive with their goals, to the point of making it their entire focus and not noticing anything else for weeks on end type deal. It’s why I enjoy the concept of him doing his own obsessive research and detective work on Actor rather than him being some weird business man. I think Dark should also be able to be more apathetic. If he did have any bit of care or concern for us, it should be something that has slowly slipped off the board entirely in favor for blatant revenge. I think having a century of constant chasing and obsessing over a specific goal will make you pretty apathetic to anything else other than your main focus, including the people you were doing it for originally. That’s kinda how I’ve always seen Dark since he was first shown in adwm which only sparked my interest especially by the time wkm launched later that same year. All of Dark’s characteristics and themes dial down to an imbalance of negative ones that overpower any real genuine acts that he’s focused on. Not to say he’s heartless, I do think he has a direct fondness for Wilford and he likely sees his actions as “for the greater good” even if it is done unethically (-> killing Actor because it will stop him from continuing his schemes even though it won’t actually solve anything). However, he is an eldrich horror trying to kill a guy so I don’t think he’s exempt of any proper hostility and apathy.

My Yancy interpretation stems/is very inspired from your interpretation of him because it’s just so balanced and in character. Wont go into heavy detail because you’ve already heard me ramble about it but I also think people should let Yancy be more brash and secluded. Think he’s more serious in nature and his anger can become a huge fault when triggered by certain discussions (ex the way he acts when the viewer shows him the family picture). As much as I think he is close to the other inmates (noting that he sees them as the only family he’s got), I still think he’s distant. I think the favor of portraying him in a simplified way is a bit excessive and annoying because he’s a very interesting character out of the “silly drama jail guy”. I think he’s a brash and secluded guy who feels the weight of his past wrong doings dragging on him but was unable to get a start in actually allowing himself to change for the better because of the shitty system he’s been put in. (Also noting I think I’m so particular about his characterization is because he is a fav of mine and reminds me of another fav character that got nearly the exact treatment from another fandom; random note but noting it nonetheless).

Celine seems more of a spontaneous person to me than what people usually see her as. I still think she is likely heavily distant and reserved like Damien, but I think she has a need for constant movement and something to keep busy with. Probably where she gets an interest in dark arts because it offers a whole new outlook that I think she would be dramatically head over heels about. Unlike Damien, she hardly ever masks herself to a professional loom but a “I can handle it let me do all the work” mask. She sees herself constantly as the bigger person no matter the situation and feels the need to fix or do everything herself. Feel like her interests were the one thing she had to herself that she keeps (or at least had kept) hidden having not much to her name or herself as a person (specifically with the time era, she likely had nothing to herself). For that reason, I think that’s directly where the issue with her and Actor’s marriage begins to fail for the worse. Actor seems very dependent on filling his file as a provider while Celine seems independent, off on her own speed and course away from anyone else except for those she wants to keep close (<- an aspect I throw also onto Dark but on a much more possessive level).

I have a very specific concept for Murdoch too but I don’t know how to properly describe it!! I do imagine him as a more serious murder type, again the way I imagine him is the same as a you would a slasher but one of the more serious ones if that makes sense. Like he’s of the more sinister kind than ones that just kill absentmindedly but I think he’s the type that has fun doing it too. However if anything, I’d rather people throw their silly killer concepts onto this guy than like, Yancy or Wilford, because Murdoch literally has no backstory other than being a weird killer dude. also i have like a very specific interpretation of how i imagine his relationship with the viewer but i cannot for the life of me find the video that depicts it exactly so here’s a me trying to explain it in art form + some other murdoch side notes

^ guy just enjoys having someone to bond over killing with. you are still just a henchman to him though

This one isn’t really a specific interpretation, I just want to note that I kinda don’t like how a majority of the fandom portrays Wilford as being a sweet guy type with a pastel aesthetic that just so happens to also kill. Very much just picky with how people portray him because I love how he is in canon but I’ve only seen a handful of people actually capture it exactly. He’s got an animaniacs if they were aloud to kill and curse vibe on top of being a guns expert and almost like a vagabond that mixes directly with his reporter/interviewer habits that he’s picked up. He’s always moving, always directly needing something to focus on, keep his hands busy no matter what it is. He has a “out of sight, out of mind” thing going on too that I think people tend to forget in favor for him freaking out over the death of his friends for angst reasons, despite WMLW showing us directly that he’s fine when being reminded and he’s well long over it at this point and has accepted what he’s done since there’s no way to go back and change it (which makes sense when time and space are no longer relevant to your being). Wilford is a character that has his mind made up; he’s confident to an unimaginable degree and quite literally just does not give a shit unless he does and he too has somewhat of a brash personality that does get overlooked for the simplified “he’s just a forgetful funny murder dude hehe” role. (Also realizing how similar he is to another fav character of mine that tends to get similar pity type treatment) But maybe I’m just incredibly picky nowadays who knows.

erm that’s all I can think of off the top of my head for now but maybe I’ll add more in the future! ^_^ sorry a lot of these sound like I’m just being extremely picky sorry lolol

#AH this is mostly stuff we’ve chatted about recently #but honestly chatting about it fuels my creativity for it even more so like!!! it has just be swirling all in my head #deciding if i want this in the tags.. maybe not.. maybe so

[artobotsrollout]

.... So... Steve Blum voiced both Starscream AND Heatwave. If the two characters combined, would the result be a heatseeker? 🤔

W Heatseeking missiles obviously babeyyyy!

#My rambles #My memes #IDK FOLKS I'M TIRED AND TRYING TO FIND MOTIVATION TO DO MY THERAPY HW #God tho #Heatwave + Starscream #Would be the snarkiest and grumpiest man to ever exist #Also his voice would sound like the uh... Starscream lines from the cancelled aligned game mmo #It really sounds like heatwave mixed with screamer I swear

[redpensandgreenarrows]

About Benedict Bridgerton:

Okay, so I want to talk about 2 scenes that I don't think are being discussed enough when it comes to our beloved Ben. One, because I think it shows how Benedict is more than just the "funny man", and why he's taking Anthony's paying for his art school so hard. And two, because the moments are small, but I love them so much!! (And I fall in love with Ben a little bit harder.)

Moment 1:

Moment 2:

Benedict cares. Benedict cares SO FUCKING MUCH. While you can consider him probably the snarkiest out of all the siblings - well male siblings - Benedict knows when shit is real, and he needs to be serious. Like the true romantic that his is, Benedict loves with his whole heart. And that definitely includes his family. He just wants them happy and will help in whatever way he can.

With Benedict and Anthony being so close - being each others' best friends - he recognizes that Anthony is struggling terribly in these moments. After the disaster wedding, Benedict sees Anthony stressing out and is the only one to ask Anthony what he needs. All the noise and panic from the other family members is not helping. And when Kate is hurt, although she definitely takes priority, Benedict knows he can't help her in that moment, so he looks to who else he can help. And the one person in that room without any immediate support is Anthony. So, Benedict of course asks "Are you alright?", because Anthony is obviously affected by this situation too. He doesn't need a doctor, but he does need help. Benedict, without thought, offers that support.

Now, Anthony, being the emotionally stunted mess that he is, does not know how to process those questions, those invitations of help. He's so used to being the strong one and tamping emotions down. Emotions slow down a person, and shit needs to get done. This is why he runs. Anthony doesn't know how to accept the help.

Now, how does this factor into why Ben is so hurt? Benedict willingly offers himself to be the support, the cheerleader, because that's part of how you love! So, it's not a far jump to assume he would expect the same in return. It's his family! They all want to see each other succeed and be happy! However, you don't do that with money, status, or power. You show support by being there physically and emotionally for people. Because, if what you're doing is not affected by money, status, or power, then you want genuine input without all that attached. (And I'm speaking in the general sense. Do all those things make creating art easier, yes, but I mean anyone can create art, you don't HAVE to have those things.)

So, when Anthony - throughout the entire season - makes comment after comment about Ben's work, his "doodles", and then come to find out Anthony paid for his spot in the art school, Benedict finds it easy to accept all those negative thoughts that he really isn't that good of an artist. People just care because of a family name. When in reality, Anthony was so focused on himself, he couldn't pull his head out of his ass every once in a while and come up for air. Actions have consequences.

And why do I love these moments so much? There's just something about a man genuinely asking to help emotionally. And you hear it in his voice! (I could wax poetic about how I think Luke T is a fucking acting genius, but I know you know already 😉.) It makes me want to swoon! 😊

Well, that's my ramble. If you made it to the end, thanks for reading!

#bridgerton #bridgerton s2 #bridgerton spoilers #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton meta #are metas still a thing #ashley rambles #i love this character so much #all the feels goddamnit

[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (II)

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all safe and warm. So this is the second chapter to this story, it’s only a filler chapter but expect some upcoming juicy stuff!

Disclaimer : English is not my first languange, so i deeply apologize if the grammatical is such a mess, i’m working on it! thank you for understanding.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE!

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CHAPTER 2

{The invisible leash i have on you is the imprint of me- the only one who can fulfill your every needs.}

It’s been a few days since the incident that left you breathless and flustered like no other. Things has been quiet, you thought— almost too quiet. It’s frustrating really, Spencer acted as if the words never spilled out of his sinful looking cherry lips. He has managed to kept his calm until now, sitting on his desk sipping his over-sugared coffee and reading a book, Bradbury’s if you guessed from the the cover, yet here you are obviously still distracted from the whole ordeal that you didn’t even hear Penelope calling your name as her hand waved,

“(Y/n)! Hello? Is anyone there?” She pinched your cheeks that snapped you out of your thoughts, you muttered a loud “garcia!” that has her grinning before scolding you “I hate to break you out of your seemingly wonderful daydream, but i need those paperworks you were supposed to finished on... an hour ago” She glanced towards the stack of files on your desk that you obviously haven’t filled. “Alright here’s whats going to happen, Hotch is having a bad night- from my observation so i’m going to get someone to help you fill all these out,” Penelope said with a huff, you’re about to thank her before your eyes widen realizing that the only person who’s clearly done with his paperwork is...

Spencer—,

“Reid!”

Garcia clapped her hands his way, meanwhile you snapped your eyes shut, nervously biting your lip- he’s right on your peripheral vision. You busied yourself with moving your fingers as fast as you can, filling in your paperworks as garcia ask the one person you’ve been trying to stay away from for a week.

“Would you mind helping (Y/n) with her paperworks? she’s backed up because she was probably daydreaming about a prince charm-“

“Penelope Garcia!” you whined at the cheery technical analyst as she laughed and once again pinched your cheeks “Alright, alright she’s going to strangle my cute neck so i’ll leave you both to it, try not to kill each other!” with a hysterical laughter, garcie sprinted back to her lair, whilst you squirm on your seat- awkwardness surrounds you and Spencer as he grabbed some of the files stacked up on your desk and pulled the nearby chair so he can help you to fill out the paperworks.

The only thing in the air was his calm breathing and the sound of loud background noise. And you can’t help but noticed the way his fingers gripped the files or the way he does that thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused on doing something. You gulped, as you tried to focus on your papers— you didn’t even realized you’re displaying nervous ticks before Spencer called you out on why your heels keep clicking against the desk and the way your fingers moving in a rush yet your handwriting seemed off, he said.

Damn him for being such a good profiler.

He placed his pen down, eyes staring sharply at you, wetting his lips before opening his cherry lips. “Do i make you nervous?” His voice rang through your ears like sweet venomous adrenaline thats coursing through your veins, his eyebrows twitched, head tilted to his side. There’s a slight irritation displayed on his face but that’s not all, you’ve been a profiler long enough to know that his eyes glimmered with anticipation, that the tone in his voice is almost condescending in some ways like he’s taunting you, that the tilt of his head suggests adoration, and that twitch on his lips suggests sign of boiling excitement.

As you were about to open your mouth to reply with the snarkiest remark your brain could mustered, Rossi announced that he’s inviting the team for an authentic Italian dinner (once again) at his house in an hour and that everyone must come. Spencer still held his gaze at you, suggesting that he awaits for your answer.

“I- um, thank you for helping Dr. Reid, i can finish the rest. only two more won’t do me any problem, you should go and head over to Rossi’s,” your cheeks flushed as the words spilled out of your mouth way too quickly. God where’s the inner FBI-Agent (Y/n) when she herself needs it.

“You’re not going?” Just then, his lips twitched down, suggesting that a tiny frown is forming. You let out a chuckle and shake your head “Oh no, um i already had dinner plans..” his eyes widen at the realization before he stood up, your felt your heart dropped out of your stomach- quickly realizing your mistake “wait! what i meant is a dinner with my friend, she’s a friend from college, and she’s visiting town to uh this book convention tomorrow, she asked me for a dinner last week so i obviously agreed, not that it matters to you but i just god i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to ramble—“

“Hey, slow down Y/n. I understand,” Spencer cuts your rambling off with an amused laugh, that made your heart swell, the embarrassment seemed to erase itself “yeah okay, but um have fun i guess?” as you heard him saying thank you and see you, you darted your gaze back down to the papers, before you can take a deep breath, you heard his voice one more time that has you squirming the whole night,

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Yes, Spence?”

“You can text me your answer, and this isn’t a request.”

You’re utterly fucked, you thought.

TBC!

—Taglist open! just leave me a message :) Thank you for reading!

@spencerwaltergubler @blancastans

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagines #criminal minds smut #criminal minds imagines #spencer x reader #TAAHM

[undeadvinyls]

Another phys ramble for today-

Physician, despite her calm and tender manners, is known for being very sarcastic and pointing out others' mistakes in the snarkiest way possible, especially when she was a young student on her first year of med school and also when she was licensed doctor in hospital. When she was a student, she would literally point out every mistake of her tutors during lectures. That made Medic admire her a lot and develop even a bigger crush on her-

"Rosabel Phillips. If you keep on interrupting my lectures by snapping your arsenal of pencils, I'm not going to let you pass your exams! If you are bored, then go away!"

"Professor. I am only doing this, because my moral code and nature does not let me point out your shameless mistakes and incorrect methods you are showing us. This is the only way I can show my disagreement."

#ask electrician and the gang #trust me she's not cultured and well mannered. she only does it when she has to.

[yakuzacasual]

Hi! I just found and went through your entire blog! I love it! I was wondering if we could get sleepy headcanons for higashi and/or kaito? General or fluffy whatever you like!

PREFACE

M’sleepy now...

And also kinda pumped bc you know what? This was the last ask of the overdue batch which means REQUESTS OPEN again. I encourage you to leave me something fun and I will especially appreciate any asks for less popular gals and pals in the yakuza franchise. After this Minami ask I kinda realized that this is why I’m here in the first place lol. Not enough content for stuff I like, time to make my own. So, gimme your most obscure crushes, I wanna try and give you some nice content too! 

Thank you so so much, dear! That was a much needed, calming little piece, very enjoyable to think about and write. No “or”s were executed, we doing both boys and we absolutely lovin it hehe. Hope you enjoy and have a nice day, stop by again some time~

WHEN THEY ARE SLEEPY WITH Higashi and Kaito

TORU HIGASHI

When deprived of sleep, Higashi becomes the biggest grumpy pants in existence. If he is unable to rest, so shall be every single person around him. Literally everyone and their mother gets to hear him tiredly ramble about how some assholes are keeping him awake with paperwork or what have you, while the truth of the matter being that he simply likes keeping himself busy, more often than not to the point of overworking. And he also doesn’t know how to say no, though he would like everyone to believe otherwise. Suffice to say no one is fooled and he ends up bringing some more work home. Right back to his partner, who gets subjected to his moaning equally as much, as anyone else. Some might say “Oh. A grumpy Higashi would be totally cute!!”. No. No he is not. He is the snippiest, snarkiest son of the gun and if you’re not used to it, you might just get hit by the ricochet of his poor mood. 

Remedy to the predicament is as simple, as it is complicated. Following the “woman on her period” procedure is the safest way to go. Try to avoid any topics that may get him additionally heated and instead find a way to pacify him. Being soft and caring, running your fingers through his messy hair as you talk him down from doing any more paperwork is almost guaranteed to work. It immediately lets Higashi let the tension leave his body and just focus on you - your touches, voice and general presence next to him. Optionally, you can just leave him to his misery. He definitely won’t hold it against you once he gets proper sleep and comes around, as he is very aware of this mood swing of his, and will be very, very sorry for being a bitch baby.

Definitely not much of a cuddler in bed, whenever he really needs rest. While hugging is nice and all, Higashi does need space to properly recharge his batteries.What you don’t realize is how much brain power such acts of affection require of him on a daily basis. Whenever the two of you lay tangled together in bed, slowly drifting to sleep, he always has to make sure that he won’t hurt you in case his body involuntarily moves at night or that he won’t be drooling when you wake up before him. It’s the little things he always pays attention to and you maybe don’t, that make the whole cuddling process additionally tiring to him (but very nice still, boy loves cuddles). All in all - a bigass overthinker, and on the sleepy days he just needs to rest from all that. Feel welcome to leave gentle touches or kisses on his skin, the butterfly types that won’t wake him up, it will definitely make his dreams a bit more enjoyable. Also, take off his glasses if in a rush to get to bed he forgets to do so himself.  He will absolutely adore you for it!

MASAHARU KAITO

Clingy baby demanding attention. Kaito absolutely hates sleeping on his own and will try all kinds of flirtatious or downright cunning tactics to get you to snuggle with him. There is simply no winning with his sleepy self, when he takes absolutely no “if”s, “or”s and “but”s you may present into account, and he knows it damn well. This is why the more you resist, the more entertaining it is for him. At some point it became sort of a game of wits between the two of you, where he tests how long can you last against his endearing shenanigans. And somehow he keeps on coming up with new ones, that never fail to, often quite literally, sweep you off your feet. These sleepy states are a very often thing for him, though maybe at some point it became less about getting some rest while being comfortably cuddled with his lover, and way more about this state of existence giving him a valid reason to get the hugs. If you play hard to get for long enough, he may even resort to begging. However, don’t expect that to come without a proper payback down the line! 

Him sleeping in an actual bed? Less likely than you think. Whenever it happens that he involuntarily falls asleep on his own, it is always the couch or sometimes even the kitchen chair. This man won’t even approach a bedroom if he knows that you ain’t there or won’t be for a longer while, that’s just how it has been always since you began sharing an apartment and no amount of talking could get him to change his mind.  And, of course, then he has the gall to complain to you for hours about his old man spine hurting, even though he is still nothing less of a young, dashing gentleman. He considers it one of his tactics to make sure that you understand how important it is for him that you let him snuggle you.

So, what about those sleepy snuggles he oh so adores? It really doesn’t matter to him much which one of you gets to be which spoon, but spooning is definitely involved. What he does enjoy, however, is to act like he really does care, especially if you are vocal about your preferred spot in this configuration. Not only will Kaito claim the spot for himself, but also tease you right into a short wrestling competition, just for the sake of seeing you a bit feisty. Once you have settled into your positions, give him a few minutes of gentle touches and soft kisses to your knuckles, before this man is absolutely out. Feeling safe and knowing you are safe as well, right next to him, lets him fully relax and enjoy quite a strong sleep. No way he’s waking up anytime soon, so your time for sightseeing or a tiny little revenge has come. Use it wisely!

#rgg #Ryu ga Gotoku #yakuza #judgment #judge eyes #rgg x reader #yakuza x reader #judgment x reader #x reader #masaharu kaito #higashi toru #kaito x reader #higashi x reader #Headcanon #imagine #request

[mark-the-snark]

Thoughts on brown cheese?

Hadn't had a chance to try it yet, but considering my undying love for all kinds of cheese (especialy the ones made from goat milk 😩) I think I would enjoy it a whole lot 😌 now im craving cheese tho so I hope ur pillow is warm on both sides 😤

#/j with that last part tho 😘 #I'd never wish for something so cruel 😔 #the-snarkiest-rambles

[today-only-happens-once]

Hiiii! Sorry you’re feeling stressed out, that sucks :( I’ve always struggled with character descriptions, especially their physical characteristics. That and finding their unique voices. Any advice? Hope you feel better ❤️

Sure! Here’s my advice on character descriptions and character voice. Some of this is just a personal preference, so feel free to pick and choose what works best for you and your writing style.

Character descriptions

Personally, I try to avoid blocks of physical character description in my writing. I think blocks of descriptions of what people look like just... aren’t very interesting to read, to be honest. 

Consider instead trying to find ways to work clues of what your character looks like in the narrative itself. 

For example, I try to AVOID this kind of writing: “he was tall, about 6′2″, with medium length brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore square glasses. He was pale, and had some freckles on his nose. He wore blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and black converse shoes.” 

INSTEAD, I might do things like: “He leveled an unimpressed look at me over the top of his glasses”, then later on in the scene, maybe add something like ‘ “When are you ever going to get that hair cut, Steven? Honestly, it’s almost to your shoulders!’ Mom rambled as she set the groceries down.” Just find ways to work in the details of what your character naturally as it may come up. 

It takes some practice. I have actually found fanfiction helpful with that (as well as character voice but I’ll explain more on that in a moment). Fanfiction especially doesn’t need you to describe what characters look like--they already know. And believe it or not, regular fiction doesn’t have to require significantly more description of what characters look like than you might find in fic. 

Character voice

Character voice is hard, especially if you’re starting from scratch (i.e. original characters). But it’s a writing skill that fanfiction has helped me with yet again.

What has helped me with finding and developing character voice is by paying very close attention to how characters you are familiar with speak--especially in non-print fandoms (tv shows, podcasts, youtube, etc.) Characters tend to have distinct speaking cadences, tendencies, phrases, etc. that help set them apart from other characters in the room. 

In Sanders Sides, for example, this is extremely clear if you pay very close attention. Logan tends to speak with complex syntax and advanced vocabulary. Virgil tends to speak in shorter, snarkier quips. Patton uses “kiddo”, Logan uses “falsehood”, etc. 

Understand that these details you may pick up on when you pay close attention to how different characters sound in the words they use and how they phrase things tells us something about that character.

The first Avengers movie is another great example. Tony Stark speaks intelligently and with lots of scientific jargon, which tells us that he is a very intelligent person. But he is also perhaps the snarkiest character in the movie (e.g. “when you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” “last night.”) Captain America in that movie is very direct and straightforward (e.g. “So. Thor. What’s his play?”). This tells us that he is all-business, and also may be a result of his military background.

Think about your characters and who they are. Consider how “who they are” will impact “what they say and how they say it”. 

A timid or nervous character may apologize a lot and use a lot of filler words like “um”/”uh”/”er”. A character from a very posh and polite upbringing is less likely to use slang than a character with a more traditional (or maybe even rougher) background. A character that is used to lots of danger on a regular basis might be more brazen in their response to being threatened than one who has been very protected and sheltered (i.e. the difference between “please don’t hurt me! Take my money!” and “you wanna mug me? I mean, you can try. It won’t end well for you, man.”) A lawyer may be able to hold their own in an infuriaing debate with a colleague than someone who doesn’t have lots of public speaking and experience arguing (”actually, to counter your point, the stipulation states that...” vs “wh--you can’t just say stuff like that!”)

Who we are, where we come from, what we do--it all impacts how we sound. Paying close attention to how other people speak (in media and in real life) can go a long way to developing unique character voices! 

This is a long answer but I hope something here helps you out!

[gamergirl929]

Todo Comenzo Con Una Sonrisa (It All Started With A Smile) (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Who knew a smile could turn into something so much more between you and Zelina Vega? And who knew the snarkiest woman in WWE would be the one to smile first. 

Of course, with an annoyed eye roll you see Andrade and Zelina’s interview end, the two making their way down the hallway passed you.  

Andrade’s face remains impassive, whereas Zelina gives you a soft smile, something completely uncharacteristic for the woman, so uncharacteristic that even Andrade is looking at her with a furrowed brow.  

You can’t help but look over your shoulder as she and the United States Champion move down the hallway.  

You blush.  

You always did like red.  

                                                            ***

Zelina’s smile is something that becomes a common occurrence, the woman beaming every time she sees you.  

She smiles at you so much so that other Superstars backstage have taken notice.  

You were one of the newest members of the roster, thus you spent a lot of time by yourself, that was until Zelina Vega came along.  

“Hey.” She smiles as she leans against the wall beside you, her smile bright and brown orbs shining.  

“Uhh, hi.” You smile shyly and your cheeks flushing as the woman grins.  

“I’m sure you’ve heard of me, and Andrade.” She nods down the hallway to where the man is standing. His face is impassive as he gives you a nod, but the second you turn away he smirks and gives Zelina a wink.

Zelina gives him a glare as she turns her attention back to you, her eyes and smile softening.  

“I just wanted to uh, introduce myself.” Zelina grins and you give her an equally bright smile.  

“Well it’s nice to meet you.”  

You realize rather quickly that Andrade has a match as Zelina gives you a nod and a small smile before she makes her way down the hall and eventually out of sight.  

You let out a hum.  

Guess you better learn how to roll your r’s.  

                                                            ***

The next time Zelina approaches you is a week or two later, after a bloody match with Charlotte Flair that ended with a cut above your eyebrow.  

“That looks deep.”  

You pick your head up at the sound of Zelina’s voice and you give her a small smile.  

“Doc said it didn’t need stitches.” You shrug and Zelina frowns as she takes a step towards where you're sitting on the top of a wheeled box. She boldly, spreads your legs, moving to stand between them so she can get a better look at the wound on your forehead.  

Your eyes widen as she cringes, her fingers gently brushing against your injured flesh.  

You inhale sharply and she frowns.  

“Sorry.” She says as she takes a step back.  

“Just, take care of it.” She smiles softly and you nod, giving her a small half smile.  

“I will.”  

As per usual, Andrade makes his way towards the two of you, giving you a nod before he and Zelina take their leave, the woman glancing over her shoulder back at you, but when she sees you watch her, she’s quick to turn away.  

You glance down at your hands and smile.  

                                                            ***

Unbeknownst to you, Andrade and Zelina are making their way down the hall, and though Zelina doesn’t notice you, Andrade does.  

He gives Zelina a nudge, the woman turning to him with a furrowed brow, but when he nods towards where you’re standing, she blushes.  

Andrade gives her a small smile before giving her a shove towards you, though she gives him a glare, she makes her way towards where you’re standing.  

You feel a tap on your shoulder and jump, turning around quickly.  

When you realize Zelina is standing behind you, you give her a grin.  

“Hey.” You say softly, still not as confident as the woman in front of you.  

“You ever going to not be shy around me?” She smiles and you laugh.

To say she loves the sound is an understatement and in all honesty she’d do whatever she could to hear it again.  

“Maybe.” You shrug. “I’ve just never been confident.”  

Zelina smiles as she places her hand on your forearm.  

“Well, you don’t have to be anyone other than yourself with me.”  

Your eyes widen as they dart from her hand, to her dark brown orbs, to her hand and back, your cheeks a bright red.  

Zelina is about to pull her hand away when you cover it with your own.  

Zelina’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushed.  

“I’ll keep that in mind.”  

                                                            ***

Wordlessly, you take a seat next to an aggravated Zelina Vega the woman glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.  

She’d been kicked out of ringside during Andrade’s match with Ricochet and needless to say, she was far from happy.  

A part of you worries that she may turn her anger on you, but when she leans her head on your shoulder you relax, an arm slipping around her middle.  

Zelina’s brown orbs disappear behind her eye lids as she takes a deep, calming breath.  

Though she was angry, she felt a sense of calm when you were around, and with you at her side her anger ebbed away.  

Andrade makes his way backstage, covered in sweat as he searches for Zelina, when he does find her, he smiles softly.  

Reluctantly approaching the two of you only when you notice him.  

He gives you a nod before Zelina quickly sits up, blinking rapidly as she slips off the table.  

Andrade had of course picked up the win, which of course brightened Zelina’s mood, but most of the credit belonged to the woman who was still sitting on the table.  

“Thank you.” Zelina whispers and you grin, giving her a single nod.  

“What are friends for?” You ask and Zelina’s lips split into a massive grin, one that makes your heart stutter in your chest, she nods.  

“Of course.”  

                                                            ***

Zelina had been spending more and more time with you backstage, going so far as to pick you over Andrade, but he didn’t seem to mind, he’d just give you a nod and a half smile before taking his leave.  

“Just, please be careful.” Zelina frowns as you move to your feet, your No Disqualification match with Kairi Sane coming up next.  

“I’ll try.” You give her a smile and a nod.  

You go to take your leave, but before you can, Zelina surprises you by wrapping her arms around you from behind her face buried between your shoulder blades. 

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as you cover her hands with your own.  

“I’ll be careful. I promise.”  

                                                            ***

Unfortunately for you, nothing in a No DQ match is guaranteed, but what you knew was guaranteed was Asuka interfering to aid her Kabuki Warrior teammate.  

“EL IDOLO!”  

Your eyes widen at the sound of Andrade’s music and much to the WWE Universe’s surprise, Zelina runs down to the ring, leaping in the air, her legs wrapping around Asuka’s neck as she flings her out of the ring.  

Kairi moves to her feet and rushes the woman, but with her back turned you roll her up for the 1, 2, 3.  

Your music sounds throughout the arena and you grin, Zelina taking your hand and holding it high in the air, her dazzling smile on display.  

The fans are noticeably confused at the fact that Zelina Vega, one of the snarkiest women in the WWE had come down to the ring to actually help someone, other than Andrade.  

You eventually leap up the ramp with Zelina’s aid, the two of you stopping again so Zelina can hold your hand in the air.  

“Thanks.” You grin, panting heavily and covered in sweat.  

Zelina grins, shrugging.  

“What are friends for?”  

                                                            ***

Zelina comes to your aid often, but only when you need it, she never interferes in a match and you’re grateful for that.  

Zelina knew you wanted to prove yourself, and she wouldn’t mess that up for you.  

Though, when things turned to the unfair side, she was there, ready to stand side by side with you in the ring, and that’s how the two of you ended up paired together in a tag team match against the Kabuki Warriors.  

You can’t help but flush at the sight of Zelina in her ring gear, more skin on display than you are used to seeing.  

“You ready?” Zelina gives you a smile and you clear your throat, cheeks still dusted pink.  

“Ready.”  

                                                            ***

Much to your dismay, and of course, after a bit of tricks from the Kabuki Warriors, you end up with a face full of green mist and a loss on your record.  

Zelina is quick to get in the ring, cringing when she sees your face is covered in bright green what looks like paint.  

She guides you backstage, Andrade quick to wordlessly join the two of you on your way to the trainer’s room.  

“Fuck it burns.” You growl as the doctor starts washing out your eyes.  

Though you can’t see her, you can hear her pacing back and forth in front of you, Zelina is livid, she rambling in Spanish and of course, you can’t understand a word coming out of her mouth.  

Your vision is blurry when it eventually clears, well clears as much as it can.  

Zelina’s lip is curled in a snarl, though when she sees your Y/E/C orbs through the green mist, she’s immediately at your side.  

She scares the doctor off, growling at him in Spanish before he leaves, allowing her to be the one to clean your face.  

Despite her anger, Zelina is gentle as she cleans your green face to the best of her abilities.  

With her so close, you catch a whiff of her body wash and to say you’re immediately addicted is an understatement.  

It’s something you’d be happy to smell everyday.  

Zelina is in much of a similar state, being in such a close proximity allowing her to not only feel your body heat, but smell a scent that she can’t place, but is entirely you.

She can’t help herself, she strokes her neck, her fingers tangling in the baby hairs at the base of your neck.  

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as you lean into her touch.  

Andrade silently slips out of the room, giving the two of you some privacy.  

Zelina is careful and tender as she continues to clean your face, cheeks flushed as you basically purr under her ministrations her long nails digging into the nape of your neck.  

She eventually takes a step back to look at her work, and though your face is relatively clear, your hair is another story.  

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout as you stare at Zelina, a nearby mirror revealing the extent of the mess to your face.

Zelina bites her bottom lip and suddenly, she lets out a snort.

Her laughter is contagious as you chuckle, shaking your head back and forth as you playfully smack Zelina’s arm.  

“Shut up.”  

“You have to admit it was a little funny.” She shrugs and you roll your eyes, albeit playfully.  

“Yeah for you.” You gripe, though you can’t help but laugh.

Andrade’s smiles at the sound of your and Zelina’s laughter, happy that despite the situation the two of you still could make one another happy.  

                                                            ***

Unfortunately for you, you could only get a bit of the green shit out of your hair and when you showed up to work again, you still had green strands of hair.  

The second Zelina sees you she smirks and you roll your eyes, giving her a playful nudge as the two of you move side by side.  

“Culo.” You say and Zelina gasps.  

“I am not an ass.” She smacks your arm and you snicker.  

“I call it as I see it.”

                                                            ***

“No, like this.” Zelina shakes her head as she yet again tries to teach you how to roll your r’s, but again you fall short your bottom lip jutting out in a pout.  

Zelina shakes her head as she cups your cheek, her nails digging into the nape of your neck like they had a month or two ago. She quickly realized that was your ‘spot’ and had used it to her advantage a multitude of times.  

You hum, smiling lazily as you lean back into her fingers.  

Zelina blushes, her lips splitting into a grin as she runs her thumb along the curve of your jaw.  

“Come on, let’s try again.” She grins and you let out a pitiful whine when she stops scratching the back of your neck.  

Zelina shakes her head with a giggle and your eyes flutter open.  

You let out a lengthy, yawn before nodding.  

“I’m ready.”  

                                                            ***

You’d been practicing for weeks in secret, rolling you r’s as you read the phrase you’d been muttering under your breath, over and over again.  

Even during your matches you’d been uttering the phrase, much to your opponent's confusion.  

When you feel confident enough in yourself you make your way towards Zelina backstage, your heart racing in your chest.  

“Are you alright?” She asks the second she sees you and you nod, your tongue swiping against your lips.  

You glance out of the corner of your eye at Andrade, who eyes you for a moment before giving you a small smile and a nod.  

He suddenly walks off, leaving Zelina entirely confused.  

“Umm...” You clear your throat, your cheeks heating up, turning blood red.  

Zelina gently cups your cheek, her nails yet again digging into the back of your neck.  

“What’s wrong?” She asks with a nervous frown and you swallow hard, her ministrations calming you down.  

Zelina’s eyes widen when you lean forwards, her tongue reflexively swiping against her lips, the thought of your lips against hers sending a chill down her spine.  

Though, you bypass her lips in favor of leaning towards her ear.  

You surprise her by wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close, drawing the attention of a number of your fellow superstars.  

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath and inhaling the woman’s sweet scent.  

With her fingers still scraping against the nape of your neck, you find the courage to let the phrase you’d been practicing over and over again for weeks tumble from your open mouth.

“Estoy Enamorado De Ti.”  

I’m in love with you. 

Andrade grins from where he’s standing. He was far away enough to give the two of you privacy, but he’d strained his ears as much as he could to hear what you’d said.  

Meanwhile Zelina lets out a gasp, pulling back so she can look into your Y/E/C eyes.  

Her brown orbs dart around your face, hopefully, her eyes shining as her lips split into a massive, dazzling smile.  

“Te Quiero Tambien.” She whispers and you grin, a tear streaking down your cheek.  

I love you too. 

Zelina leans forwards her lips finally pressing against yours.  

You smile into the kiss, Zelina also smiling into the kiss.  

You pull back only to lean back in and kiss her again, her bottom lip trapped between your lips.  

Zelina brings her other hand up, cupping both your cheeks as the two of you part.  

Her brown orbs flutter open, your Y/E/C orbs fluttering open seconds after.  

The second your eyes lock with hers you grin.  

Your foreheads meet and you grin, closing your eyes as you lean up and press a kiss to her smooth skin before whispering against it. 

“Todo Comenzo Con Una Sonrisa.”  

#WWE imagine #zelina vega #Zelina Vega x Reader #zelina vega imagine

[sleepy-sunlight]

"Don't you dare" for Cullen x Inquisitor

Of course! I thought I’d be plenty of fun to write something with this prompt and had so many different possibilities! I just hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with and have a fantastic day dear

“Don’t you Dare”

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Cullen was not sick.  

The Commander of the Inquisition’s armies, did not get sick.

It was simply an impossibility.  

His schedule, already threatening to burst with its constant business, couldn’t handle the irreparable damage that an illness would inevitably cause.  

So, Cullen elected to just, not be sick.  

Sure, his head throbbed like someone were banging a mace against it, his bones rattled as if they may break at the slightest pressure, and his throat left his voice drier than sandpaper, but he most assuredly wasn’t sick.  

The conclusion he’d come to however, wasn’t nearly as well accepted by others.

Josephine for one, had turned out to be quite the nag.  

“You look like you’d collapse at the smallest breeze.” She had once said as he staggered into her office, only able to give her a small dip of his head before he glanced back to his papers.  

She pursed her lips and rose  from her seat, settling her hands on her hips. “You know Commander, you’re much more charming when you answer those speaking to you.”  

“You wouldn’t understand me if I tried.” He rasped.  

“What was that?”  

He almost laughed.  

He scribbled it down onto one of the few documents he hadn’t drowned in his reports, the fellow advisor having to stifle a snort.

“Feeling a little under the weather, are we?” She scoffed. “I hope you have a plan on just how you’re going to hide that from your darling Inquisitor. They can be quite the worrier, if you hadn’t noticed.”  

Her cheeks puffed out with amusement as she spoke. “And seeing how often you stare at them… it’d be hard to believe there’s something you haven’t noticed.”  

Did he perhaps make a rude gesture involving his middle finger? Yes. Did he regret it? No.

With most others he’d be a polite statue with a brooding expression but Leliana and Josephine somehow managed to bring out the snarkiest parts of him he didn’t even know was there. It was like having his sisters pester him all over again – if one was a deadly assassin and the other an Antivan diplomat.  

“Don’t get upset with me for pointing out the obvious,” She mused. “You may as well go and try to get a head-start on resting. Nothing heals the body like sleep.” 

Can’t sleep. I need to keep working. He scribbled onto his parchment.  

“Well, maybe this is your body telling you to take a break,” She frowned. “If you even know what that word means.”  

Wars don’t stop to take breathers. Neither will I.  

She rolled her eyes and approached him so that she could set a comforting, firm hand on his shoulder.  

“If wars are the only thing that inspire you these days, no wonder you’re so close to crumbling.”  

She glanced up to him and her gaze held a rare sincerity, nothing like the façade he’d seen her hold far too many times with fellow representatives of state.  

“Please reconsider, for your own good.”  

The words had lingered with him since, and even then, standing in the war room the next day, while his pride had won out, guilt still managed to tug at his chest.  

She hadn’t treated him any differently but a sort of knowing enveloped her all too clearly.  

And with your arrival, she struck him a single glance and the tiniest hint of a smug, awaiting smirk.  

She really was one of his sisters in all but blood, wasn’t she?

You came to the table with a highly held head and the familiar, gentle smile he’d come to know and not-so-secretly adore. You gave a bright wave with the free hand that wasn’t grappling a thick stack of documents, and your gaze almost instinctively traveled to him before your already rosy cheeks became that much darker.  

“Good afternoon everyone. I trust everything has been going well?” You asked, shifting your attention to your other dear advisors, rocking on the soles of your feet in anticipation.  

“Of course. My recent excursion with an Orlesian noble in fact has earned us a significant donation. I think it will be well spent towards reinforcing our inventories.”  

Leliana simpered and leaned forward against the table, once so curt and stiff now proud smiling like she held a secret she simply couldn’t wait to spill. “While Josie was off gallivanting in Orlais, I found the location of several secret hideouts near Denerim, Redcliffe, and Ostagar. My forces remain near, waiting for your command.”  

“Oh?” Josie wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t realize we were competing Lily.”  

“You knew,” She snickered. “You just didn’t realize you were losing.”  

“Lily!”  

“I’m teasing…!” Leliana laughed. “But if we were competing, I’d be winning.”  

Before Josephine could snap another witty comment, you cut through with an amused lightness in your voice that only poured further through with your laughter. “Alright now, let’s give it a rest. We haven’t even given Commander Rutherford a chance to speak. Maybe he’ll throw you both out of the water!”  

Oh no. He thought.  

You beamed at him and he swore even the brightest rays of sunlight were dull in comparison to your warmth, his breath hitching and stomach fluttering with those awful butterflies he’d never confess of.  

“So… Cullen, what have you got to report?”  

He knew there wasn’t much of a chance this would end well, so he braced himself and took a deep breath, clearing his throat.  

“Well as of late…”

His voice sounded like gravel, coarse and dry like it were painful to utter a sound, and his throat already crackled and ushered forward another cough that he couldn’t quite swallow down.  

Your eyes had widened like saucers the very second he spoke, and your brows had knotted with concern by the time he’d finished.

“Cullen…” You were ripe with concern, Cullen biting the inside of his cheek with that tinge of guilt growing to a wave crashing against him. “Do you feel alright?”  

“I ah – I admit I feel a bit under the weather but it’s nothing I can’t manage.” He tried to soothe your worries with a crooked grin but your focus remained plastered to his dark circles and ragged breaths.  

Why did you have to care so much?  

Why did you have to care so much about him?  

He didn’t deserve it anyways; he knew that much.  

But his heart still swelled regardless.  

“Are… are you sure about that?”  

He couldn’t lie to you, but he certainly wished he could then.  

“I – I won’t let it get in the way of my duties. It’s nothing to fret over.”  

You folded your lips into a frown. “This isn’t a matter of whether you can still work. This is a matter of your well-being.”  

Josephine sighed. “I tried to tell him, Inquisitor, but I’m afraid you’ve simply hired a very stubborn man. He’s quite dedicated.”  

Dedicated.  

To his work, or to you? The distinction had become blurred.  

You rubbed at your temples and dropped your shoulders in exasperation. “The soldiers rest, Josephine and Leliana rest – even I have to rest! Our bodies need it. That’s how we prepare ourselves for the trials of tomorrow.”  

You visited him often throughout the day, filling his once quiet and lonely days with laughter and rambling stories of your childhoods and beyond.  

But every time you visited; you’d noticed one thing.  

“You aren’t resting.” You wrinkled your nose. “You’re hardly doing anything other than working!”  

“Working is what will allow the Inquisition to progress.”  

“We certainly won’t be progressing if the Commander of our armies dies from exhaustion – or this new sickness of yours!”  

Cullen wasn’t one to raise his voice. Neither was he one to let his frustration get the best of him.

But he did then.

His papers dropped as he slammed his gnarled, heavy hands onto the war table with a force that left its legs threatening to break beneath him.  

“I am not sick!”  

His words echoed and bounced off the walls like they were in a cave, hollow and imposing with a weight tethered to all of their shoulders. His shoulders dropped and a heavy sigh slipped from his lips, lifting up his head to meet yours.  

Josephine was set aback by his outburst, stumbling a bit away from the war table with a dropped jaw, trying to figure just what to say when venom still stung at the air.  

Leliana, had averted her attention away but her tightly wound fists and twisted expression revealed just how desperately she suddenly wanted to leave the room. She already had enough stress, this wasn’t worth the fight – especially not with the few people she considered her friends.  

However, you, on the other hand, locked a steely gaze onto him.  

You’d never looked so stern. After all, since you’d both met he’d come to memorize your smiles and rosy beam that could leave flowers blooming in your wake. Your anger had never been aimed towards him.  

And now knowing your scowl, he’d give anything to take it away.  

“Cullen-”  

“I’m sorry I… I ah – I lost myself.”  

“Let me finish.” You snapped, beginning again.  

“Cullen, whether you like it or not, your body has limits and if you’re not willing to acknowledge that, then I certainly am.”  

Oh no.

If what he thought was coming, was in fact coming, it better not be.  

“There’s no need-”  

You rounded about the table, undeterred.  

“As your leader and Inquisitor, I’m faced with no other option…”  

He furrowed his brow and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his mind whirling and banging all at the same time in a horrid mangle of a storm.  

“This really isn’t necessary I don’t-”  

You stopped him as you met him on the opposite end of the war table, reaching out to settle a gentle palm on his arm, so much smaller and softer than his own. It distracted him, if only for a second until he caught the inklings of a smile touching your lips.  

“Don’t you dare.”  

“Too late.”  

You didn’t even try to hide your toothy grin – there wasn’t any point.  

“I’m putting you on sick leave.” The second you uttered the command, Josephine scribbled it down for the records. It was official, there was no use fighting.  

“You’re relieved of your duties until I deem you to be of good health.” You winked, and as much as he hated it, Cullen’s cheeks turned red. “Enjoy the break.”  

He hated it.  

He despised it.  

There was so much that could be done! How was he expected to simply sit back and ignore it all? And for what? So Mother Giselle could force some herbal remedy down his throat?  

At least, that’s what he’d been expecting.  

Mother Giselle did visit, and she did send medicines of all sorts his way, but he’d found something he’d almost considered foreign in how long it’d been missing from him.  

Quiet.  

Peace and quiet.  

No bustling soldiers barreling into his office with questions or deadlines littering his conscious in the latest hours of the night, but instead a simple breeze or  the faint creaking of the old weary floorboards were the things that greeted him in the morning – that and of course, you.

Your company was perhaps the only one he didn’t mind.  

He’d even worried you wouldn’t visit. Of all things to fret over.

The next day when the morning was still stained with nightly purples and blues you’d knocked warily upon the door to his office.

He’d expected a random soldier who hadn’t quite received the news, so finding you on the other end of that door did nothing short of send his heart leaping.  

“Inquisitor I-” He tried to croak out a curt welcome before you eased him back with a wave of your hand, moving inside.  

“There’s no need for official titles here Cullen. We’re friends.” You chuckled, folding your arms across your chest. “Have you settled in nicely?”  

Friends.  

It’d be an awfully long time since he’d had something like that.  

“Yes I – I’ve accepted it as well as I could.” He wrapped a sheepish hand around the back of his neck. “I’m… sorry for my behavior. I should’ve handled myself far better – it was rude, and none of you were deserving of that.”  

“Oh, it’s fine! You were sick, stressed, and frustrated. Anyone would’ve yelled at least a little in your situation. I understand.” You snickered.  

It was good to hear you laugh; it was a sound he’d never forget for as long as he lived.  

“But…”  

He was snatched from his thoughts in an instant.  

“If you ever try to pull a stunt like that again where you nearly work yourself to death; I might just lose my mind.” Your playful words betrayed the pensive glint in your expression. “I truly care about you Cullen. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself like that. You wouldn’t want me to push myself like that, would you?”  

He didn’t even hesitate.  

“Well, of course not-”  

Whatever puzzle pieces he hadn’t quite connected in his mind, snapped into place then.

“Ah… I see.”  

You chuckled, leaning against his desk with crossed legs. “You’re an amazing person, I’ll believe in that ‘till the day I die – but you’re still a person. And people need to take time for themselves. There’s nothing wrong with that.”  

His brain almost shut down after you called him an amazing person, but he hung in there, just barely. He just prayed you couldn’t see the red now creeping up his ears or hear his heart thumping like a drum against his chest.  

“Time for myself… r-right.” He cleared his throat nervously. “I’ll keep that in mind.”  

You stood up and reluctantly carried yourself to the door, not quite wanting to wrap your fingers around the knob just yet. “Good, I’m glad to hear it.”  

Cullen didn’t want to hear the click of the handle. He didn’t want you to leave.

“But uh – if it’s time to myself, I can spend it however I’d like, correct?”  

“Yes?”  

You peered back with raised brows only to meet him staring back at you, smitten smiles spreading from ear to ear upon both of your faces.  

“Then, would it be terrible to ask you to stay?”  

You never darted away from a door so quickly, but you tried to hide your excitement. You did a poor job of concealing it, but you tried.  

“Not at all.” You remarked in a cheerfully bright tone. “Just don’t get me sick?”  

“No promises.”  

“Darn.”  

But you didn’t move, you stayed right beside him, and you enjoyed that rare time of peace and quiet, together, with hands sneakily grazing close and your fingers somehow finding a way to entwine their pinkies together.  

And if this is what all breaks entailed, Cullen supposed he wouldn’t mind another.  

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[heylindragonofmetal]

(( u kno wat today is a day for musing again and im still absolutely off my shits with the hzd au do im gonna Ramble

((I was doing some reading up on the lore of the game world earlier today, on the tribes specifically, so that I could start plotting out which one the characters would all come from. Jack was easy--he'd fit right in with the Oseram for sure. .... mostly, he doesn't quite have the bold n brash personality of your typical Oseram citizen, but he'd take to the heavily metalwork based culture VERY well, the deal sweetened even more by the fact that there are no taboos against delving into Metal World ruins, so he can delve and tinker to his heart's content.

((Everyone else I was struggling with a bit more. I image the Monks would honestly most be Carja, with the exception of MAYBE Clay, bc physically he absolutely looks like your average Oseram--which would work out well, and maybe help Show how this aus versions of the Carja and Oseram are allied in that way. This could also peg Wuya as being a member of the Shadow Carja--She would start a civil war and create a cult to build an army if she had no other choice, I think.

((I honestly wouldve kept the trend of trying to keep the characters general aesthetic in mind when placing them for Chase to, and said he was (once) Carja as well, but that would get a little boring, and honestly??? He just. Really gives me hella Banuk vibes. Theyre very mysterious, and extremely intelligent in the ways of the Old Ones and the Machines--finding ways to live in harmony with them, and having Shamans who would actually enter old ruins in order to speak with an ancient A.I. that they viewed as a deity.

(( They are the one culture that has gotten closer than any other to the truths of the past, and how things used to be, and how things got the way they are now. The smartest (and snarkiest) character that you meet in the game, Sylens, WAS one of those Shamans. He took the stuff he learned from his conversations with the A.I. and little tinker tools and electronic relics in those ruins, and went exploring, and managed to learn how to Hack still working technology, bringing back the usage of literal actual Blutooths in order to bring the Shadow Carja into more power by allowing them instant long range communication--something COMPLETELY UNHEARD OF IN THAT PERIOD OF TIME!

((And that just sound like a very Chase Young thing to do--hes intimidating and mysterious, but he also seems like a curious dude. He craves knowledge just as much as he craves power--I can easily see him following a similar path to Sylens'

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[joemerl]

Wherein I Ramble About Luci

It’s a few hours before Disenchantment season two drops, so I better hurry up if I want to post some very-late season one meta. 

Aside from the three-part finale, I think that “Swamp and Circumstance” is probably the best episode of season one, in part because it’s where the characters show the ideal versions of themselves. Bean proves to be legitimately good at something; Zog demonstrates that he really cares about her; Elfo, by reading the guidebook, makes himself useful in a way that also reinforces his dorkiness; and Oona and Derek actually have lines, which should have happened more often given that the family’s drama was so important to the season’s big climax. 

There’s one exception to this, as I’ve mentioned once before: Luci. He’s basically the same as he was in every previous episode, by which I mean that he ruins everything for Bean without feeling any sort of remorse.

Luci seems to be most people’s favorite character, as far as I can tell. I get it, because he has the snarkiest lines, but he’s actually hard to like if you look at things objectively. A lot of people compare him to Bender, but one of Bender’s defining traits is his legitimate love for Fry, which makes him vulnerable to the point of co-dependency. Luci doesn’t really have that.  

“Swamp and Circumstance” shows how weird his relationship with Bean is. Bean is really desperate to prove herself, she’s buckling down and making the responsible decision to not get drunk, and he ruins it by spiking her drink. This destroys all of her hard work, but weirdly enough, the only person to call Luci out is Elfo. Bean seems completely indifferent to Luci screwing her over. 

I get that ruining Bean’s life is literally his job, but if the show is supposed to be about Bean finding happiness and fulfillment in Dreamland, then Luci isn’t one of our good guys. He’s one of the show’s villains, but the show didn’t bother giving him a redemption arc, it just presents him as one of the heroes without noticing the inherent contradiction. Yeah, he’s a good drinking buddy, but shouldn’t this incident have showed Bean that he’s not someone that she can actually trust? 

(Related to this, I also want to briefly talk about “The Princess of Darkness.” Big Jo takes Luci away, and Bean is determined to get him back because...her only other option is to do boring things with Elfo? Never mind that she had no problem getting drunk by herself before she met these two, or that Elfo seems to have no problem going to the bar with her throughout the show. I know this episode also has Luci save Bean’s life, but she never brings this up as a reason to save him. Overall that detail feels very tacked on, like the writers added it when they suddenly realized that, 2.5 episodes in, Luci hadn’t actually done anything to earn Bean or Elfo’s loyalty.)

Honestly, of the three main characters, Luci is the one who has had the least development; by season’s end we don’t even know exactly how he fits into the villains’ plans, and as far as we know he doesn’t even know or care about that. There’s no episode that focuses on him getting character development. He does seem nicer and more invested in Bean’s well-being in the last two episodes, which kind of comes out of nowhere; I guess the idea is that Elfo’s death affected him, but so much is going on by then that the show doesn’t have time to explore that angle.

Actually, “Swamp and Circumstance” would have been a good time to start his character development. Imagine that Bean is sincerely mad and hurt that Luci ruined the banquet, just as she was proving to everyone that she could be more than a useless drunk. Imagine if Luci, to his own surprise, actually feels bad about this, realizing that he now sees Bean and Elfo as friends. It could have been an ideal turning point between his earlier desire to ruin Bean’s life and his later decision to warn the family about Dagmar’s treachery. 

tl;dr: The writers used Luci’s dry wit as a substitute for any really likable or thoughtful characterization, and I’m hoping that season two will improve on that.

#Disenchantment #Luci #Princess Bean #Elfo #Swamp and Circumstance #Long post