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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 4 months

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ok this will sound weird but,,,thank you for sharing your thoughts on the sonic archie comics 🥺 I always want to talk about mine as well and share my ships but I get worried of getting dunked on by antis lol

if you don’t mind asking, what other ships from the comic you like aside from mighty x ray and snivegg?

Hey, that's okay! And very understandable, for the record

Hehe I definitely don't mind answering! It's like ahsbsbns so many though 😂

So definitely Snivegg and Mightray as you already mentioned

Lienouge (Lien-da x Rouge)

Julouge (Julie-Su x Rouge)

Sonighty

SonRay

Rayails/Tairay

Mightails

Sallamy (specifically well into the comic or like post the sgw)

Sallicole

Minally (Mina x Sally)

Minacole (Mina x Nicole)

Sonelias

Geofflias (Geoffrey x Elias)

I do like Geoffrey/Sonic (but I most enjoy it when Prince Elias is involved)

MaxLocke

Espighty (Espio x Mighty)

Honamy (Honey x Amy)

Sonadow

Omegadow

Omegixit/Fixitmega (Omega x fixit)

Soknux

Knuxails

Shadails

Shadeclipse

Knuckles/Eclipse

Rougamy

Blazouge

Sonjet

SpeedJet (Speedy x Jet)

Speedails

Eggwily/Wilegg (Dr. Eggman x Dr. Wily)

SonMega (Sonic x Mega Man)

Knuckles x Proto Man/Break Man

Rotor/Cobar

Rotommy (Rotor x Tommy)

Adails/Adamails (Adam the ai x Tails)

Metonic

Mettails

Shardonic

Shardails

Shardilver

Shardlias (Shard x Elias)

Silvlias (Silver x Elias)

Antoine/Sonic

Lara-le/Wynmacher

Lara-le/Lien-da

Lara-Su/Argyle

Lara-Su/Sonia (specifically the 25 yrs later timeline pre King Sonic's messing with the timeline)

Sonourge

Scourgails

Scourgiles (Scourge/Anti-Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Mileails/Taimiles (Tails x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Soniles (Sonic x Miles/Anti-Tails)

Sonic/Zonic

Bunally

Bunnicole

Fionic (Fiona x Nic)

Beanack/Fangbean

Beanbark

Knuxighty

Knuxpio

Sonespio

Vespio

Vector/Knuckles

Charmy/Mello

Vectighty

I actually did enjoy Team Chaotix + Knuckles + Mighty as a ship pre SGW

Blazeam

Creamamy

Is there a ship between Sonic or Tails and that copy of Tails Mammoth Mogul made? Because if there is, then that.

Soneclipse

Metourge

Scourgadow/Shadourge

Roseamy (Rosie the Rascal/Anti-Amy x Amy)

Mammoth Mogul x Ixis Naugus

Sonchris

Chrisails

Speedonic/Sonsam

Vanilla/Lindsey

Chuck Thorndyke and the scientist who made the shrinkray in the comic (He was like an old roommate/partner)

Roupaz

Sonilver

Shadilver

Silvaze

Sonchip

Razonic (Razor x Sonic)

Geoffilver (Geoffrey x Silver)

Sonbean

Metal Sonic/Tails Doll

Metal Sonic/Metal Tails

Metal Sonic/Metal Knuckles

Shardetal (Metal Sonic x Shard)

SonSpike (Sonic x Spike the porcupine)

Zavok/Eggman

Breezy/Honey

Relic/Tikal

Chaonic (Chaos x Sonic)

ChaoKnux (Chaos x Knuckles)

Strikeonic (Sgt Striker x Sonic)

Striker/Razor

Black Doom/Black Death

Scourgeclipse

Mecha Sally/Nicole

Znively/Zobotnik (The variants of Snively and Eggman from the horizontal dimension of Zone cops)

Chrisadow

Sonkhan (Sonic x Monkey Khan)

Monkey Khan/Tails

Bunnalicia (Bunnie x Alicia/Anti-Sally)

Sticksamy

Remington/Harry

Muttails (Muttski/Ben x Tails, post SGW)

Sonic/Muttski (post sgw specifically)

Storm of Clovers (Clove x Conquering Storm)

Julamy (Julie-su x Amy)

Sonic/Tommy

Cuorb (Cubot x Orbot)

Sheriff D'coolette/Antoine's Father x Rob o the hedge

Dimitri x Eggman

Eggman x Dr. Light

Coral x Amy

Razor x Blade

Coral x Undina

Zontails

And...whew

I hope I didn't miss any since I put these ones down off the top of my head

Really, thank you for the ask! And if you'd like to ask about any ships I like specifically (headcanons/thoughts/whatever), or if there was a pairing you were curious if I liked in any capacity, feel free to shoot me another ask😊

#anon interview #archie sonic comics #sonic shipping #i just be ramblin #I also included my Sonic X ships because the Sonic X comic was canon to that timeline #same with Sonic boom #sonic the hedgehog #it's a long post so the ships are under the cut #Thank you again for the ask😊

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willowser · 1 year

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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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bethanyactually · 1 year

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Nancy Drew + text posts (25/?)

4.03 || The Danger of the Hopeful Sigil (1/3)

#nancydrewedit #ndcwedit #nancy drew cw #flythesail #scarletslippers #you're in this post! 😊#the danger of the hopeful sigil #nancy drew spoilers #nancy drew text posts #ndcw403textposts #text posts #bethanyactuallyedit #thank you Lindsey for sending me text posts! 😁#(and thanks again Kelsey!!! 💜)#WHAT AN EPISODE it did in fact take me a good 20-22 hours to process it and stop spiraling #but having watched the episode several times now while screencapping I feel I am inoculated to the angst no sigil necessary #I will probably eat those words but whatever BRING IT ON SHOW #I WILL EAT YOUR DELICIOUS ANGST AND ASK FOR MORE and then for dessert will accept everyone being happy and safe*#*safe-ish. they still live in horseshoe bay and they are still who they are 🥰🥹

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elitadream · 4 months

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@theangelofangst @wahooitsamee @supersherman44 Awwh y'all are so sweet!! 😍I sure missed you too while I was away! 🥺 It was likely a one-time thing for me haha, but I'm really grateful for the wonderful opportunity and the trip itself went REALLY well. No hiccups or mishaps of any kind! I traveled with my dad in a rented campervan for a little over four weeks, and we got to see almost everything we had previously marked on the map! It's been an absolute blast and I'll cherish the experience forever; but to be completely honest, on the very last day or so I was also pretty eager to be back home at last! 🤭 I've been itching to draw and interact with all of you lovely people again, and I'm really looking forward to fully joining the community once more! ^-^ 💞

#Asks #It's so good to see you all again! :D #Seeing these messages really made my day!#Thank you 😊#trips and travels #wholesome #elitadream

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jrueships · 4 months

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can you please walk us through the relationship between wemby and jabari the people need to know

i think the most notable thing about vic and Jabari's relationship is that they don't have one, when it would be so beneficial if they did. they're like two soldiers fighting for the opposite sides of a war, too loyal to the cause to stop and think about what could have been if they just lowered their respective weapons aimed by cold hands larger than their own. foils by fate, friends by freedom.

' remember, you will Always be Different. '

' remember, you will Always be Replaceable. '

'Replaceable'

Jabari's dad made it in the NBA, then didn't. He was a big that could shoot, but wasn't a post-up man. Back then, post-up was the desired style. Ironically, now, it's all about shooting. But his dad didn't live in the now, and his career in the US was short-lived, to keep it cordial. Jabari's older brother played basketball throughout his whole life, but stopped after college. Jabari's cousin, Kwame Brown, was drafted 1st overall in the lottery, and became a notorious bust for the Washington wizards.

Basketball is a business. Basketball is fleeting.

It doesn't matter that a big with sharpshooter skills is valued as something so 'prized' in today's nba, not back then, not when it would have mattered for Jabari's dad. Making it is one ballpark in its own, but Staying in it? Can perhaps be an even more painful ordeal when the hoops to accomplish it aren't circus hoops, but a plain hill some just don't have the strength, mentality, or the materials to help climb without distraction or pitfall.

Jabari's dad made sure Jabari had this threat forever ingrained in his mind. When he yells at Jabari for misplaced eye contact, for typing the wrong words in a public social media reply, for reacting in a way a camera might misinterpret, it's out of love. Jabari's dad was known for being a hassle to coach back then, maybe because he knew his potential and no one else did because it was too new to the mold. So he makes sure Jabari doesn't follow his same habits. Jabari is polite to authority, simply replies with a 'Yes Sir' or a 'No Ma'am', he holds eye contact, he wakes up hours before he needs to just to jump rope, just to uphold the standards that his family could not. He is Everything his father is and isn't, plus more. When his team wins, he's still talking about his missed freethrows even 8 hours later. Because someone else could have won the game And hit those free throws too . someone from a family that gained success and stayed in that success. Someone who wasn't Just Another Son of a basketball player trying to do what his father couldn't, someone who was Different .

Everyone knew wemby was different. When his literature class was asked to write an essay about your future dreams in life, he wrote a fictional romance about a couple where the woman got in a car accident and was comatosed as a result, but got better in the end. He didn't write about being a great basketball player one day, because his parents don't pressure him to hunker himself into the norm, even though his mother once was and now coaches. If Wemby one day realized this wasn't for him, they would encourage him to leave and follow whatever greater passions propelling him. He's so agile for his size because his dad was an Olympic talent in track and field. He is someone who has hobbies and talents that are considered common alone, but strange combined, because he loves what he has and what he does. He reads every night for one hour before bed not to appear as some pseudointellectual, but because he Genuinely loves it, and when he loves something, he excels at it. He does try to be different, but not out of ego. He just loves to be. He either accomplishes at 200% or zero. It may be 200% in an unexpected direction, but it's His direction and that's what matters. If he somehow does wind up a bust, a possibility he considers without fear but acceptance as potential fate, then he won't go down as yet another failed first pick. He'll fall as he flew, Victor Wembanyama.

' Different '

' Replaceable'

Jabari winces each time he's subbed out, even for a second, even on an injured ankle, he's silently Stubborn, his posture shrunken and his gaze at the ground yet his eyes, big, wobbling, staring up always at the speaker, he's silently scared.

Jabari doesn't Want to be different. He just wants to be what his family couldn't be when it came to fame: irreplaceable . His parents split when he was younger, he tries his hardest to appease them both as to not cause any more issues. The relationship relies on his shoulders more than ever, and he can't fumble it again. He has to be what his dad couldn't so his dad can stay, commenting on commonality or surprises. He wants to support his still working mother, especially after the split. He doesn't Want to be unique, he just wants Security.

Because this can crumble any moment now, it doesn't matter how high your pick was or how bright the future Could Have been or how the game would later shift to your style if you had just somehow Stayed. Why bet on low chances if you know you can't handle the risk. He shakes any college coaches' hands that showed up to his practices, personally thanks them for coming even though he's one of the best in the country so their presence should be a given to him, it's not. When he picks a college, he picks one that guaranteed their faith in him from day One, and didn't require any further prodding to finally say '.. Maybe we'll offer you a position' like Kentucky did, as big and famous as it is, it wasn't Secured . They saw him as a risk at one point, and that's everything he's been trying to avoid when it came to attention, negatively standing out.

Jabari wants to be known as the strong shoulder to the world. He WANTS to be known as That One Guy who can just carry everything, nameless but Good. He just wants to be Good. Please tell him he's good. Please tell him what he's doing is Good. That basing his entire personality around yet another soldier who ultimately fell in battle but fought nonetheless being nameless is Good. Please feel free to give him all your burdens to bear like he's just some mule, an animal, a Tool .. because that means he's Useful, at least. That means he's Good. And if he isn't good, then he's nothing. Because you can always just buy another one anyways. A better one.

'Different'

Although his parents try not to treat Wemby by simplifying his differences into a strictly labeled, simple FUTURE BASKETBALL PRODIGY box at birth, that doesn't mean that can always stop others from doing it. Wemby signed his first autograph at ten years old.

It didn't matter if he was a kid who was so much more than just his basketball future, basketball fans wanted one thing from him and one thing only: Success. People didn't care about his literary skills or his drawing hobbies. The eyes on his alien needed to be smaller 'so your shoe can sell better, trust us, it's still Your drawing.. your weird little .. not money-making hobby, do believe me, Vic, We know what We're doing. You just stick to whatever you do.'

His differences, in the end, are minimalized just to that. He's just Different. That's what everyone says who wouldn't really care to say anything at all if he never hooped as well as they wanted in the first place. The youtube videos of 40 year old men criticizing his 15 year old games didn't Really care if he was just a kid, they just cared in the 'imagine when he reaches peak physicality? imagine the points (money) he'd make for the nba.' His beautiful differences, artistic, soft, unique but oh-so wonderfully common and passionate.. are all dissolved into 'Different', the Base definition.

he's an alien. Someone you can just dump all your poverty franchise worries onto because don't worry, he's Different. Trust me, he'll save your team. 'He's Different. ..am i talking about how he'd effortlessly answer questions in class while also trying to hide the fact that he's playing on his phone by tucking his bony legs awkwardly in his chair and crouching his spine over that it looked almost scary? HELL NO? what does THAT have to do with BASKETBALL?? no, he's just freakishly long, but like. Gifted. Though. ... I don't know, man, he's just DIFFERENT, okay? you can trust me, i'm a sports podcaster, okay? everything i say is gold.'

A celebrity approaches him because he was different than most famous basketball athletes. He was Different. And yet, when he didn't recognize or notice her presence due to Different cultures ( due to Being Genuinely, Detailedly Different ), he was scorned and ushered out of public eye so another possible pr bomb couldn't injure his reputation as a Difference That They Really Would Rather Not Want.

that's what his reading falls into, his old friends, his family, his art, his personality. If it's beyond ball, if it's beyond Business. The world only cares if it's marketable. Sure, some reporters will ask a question outside of sport, but only because it'll be a Different.. funny little nugget of knowledge for fans to laugh at then soon disregard for what Really made him famous. But, Wemby is what he always wanted to be. He's Different. So What if it's not exactly the kind of Different he actually wants, he actually functions on? No one has the time to perform 200% anymore. Slap the label you wanted and call it quits, stop being so High-Maintenanced. That's not marketable.

You're just different. And to some people, that's all you'll ever be. No need to explore it any further. Who knows, your Consumers might find something they won't like. And we can't risk that happening to our greatest circus freak.

i mean. Generational basketball talent .

If there's a press conference going on that somehow includes the two, then Wemby just wants to be sure everyone can hear what he really wants to say, in his own words, not echoing anyone else's, and Jabari just wants to Be in the Room.

His brother stopped playing basketball because his family said he didn't try hard enough. Jabari Can't have that. His whole life revolves Around basketball, around sport. He doesn't WANT to be DIFFERENT if that isn't the soundest option, he just wants to be GREAT. Because GREAT is SUCCESS. Jabari Smith is not success. It's just a retry at it . His father shares the same name.

Wemby's life did not always revolve around basketball, to people, at one point. At one point, Wemby's life was just his life. Now, it seems like only his family think that, and they're from a whole other country. When he comments on videos critiquing his playstyle, he doesn't do so out of anger or questioning, he does so because he genuinely Wants to improve. He Does want to be great. But, he wants to be great in Everything that he finds interesting. He always did. When he likes an author, he reads All their books, not just their most notorious novel. He wants to be transported into other people's worlds so he can learn, so he can change, so he can be Different. Even if he somehow were to lose all of this fame, this Greatness, this job, this opportunity, he will never really lose. Because he's someone who's always taken opportunities to the fullest, so even if they pan out a little differently, that's Fine, really, because he's different. Not in the minimizing, dictionary definition then leave the meaning at that different, but in the butterfly effect. What he once was ten days ago is not exactly the same of what he is now, and it hurts, sometimes, when people fail to see that, or simply don't want to because textbook different is easier to digest than worldly different.

IN SHORT.. theyre foils. i can't Exactly walk u thru their relationship bcs .. there Isn't one.. & that's what's so Interesting about them. That's what makes their relationship, to me. Because if they WERE to be friends, if they somehow in some alternate world WERE to get paired up on the same team... they would be friends. I really think they would be. Not only because their signs are so compatible, or their differences are so stark, but because their similarities would triumph everything beautifully. Maybe. We don't know because they Weren't paired together, we can only speculate. But i think it would be big and beautiful, whatever they would have, it would be Something.

unfortunately, we don't live in an alternate world where they're teammates though ! Double unfortunately, Jabari and Wemby's biggest similarity is their loyalty to the game (a double-edged sword in both their lives from Jabari's silent unhealthy desire to be limited and Wemby's silent desperation not to be) Wemby, in Jabari's eyes, is Indeed a powerful...

Problem.

He's not really a person to him . In all fairness, no one really is when they're involved in the basketball world, not to Jabari, not from the way he's been taught. Everyone's supposed to be Replaceable, a faceless tool in the pocket of good business.

.. except for This freakazoid. Apparently.

APPARENTLY, he's some supposed 'saint'. someone to be feared for being more. APPARENTLY, the reporters just LOVE yapping about him SO much, that Jabari HAS to take the time out of his training just to talk about some guy who doesn't even GO here, yet when they ask him about his opinion on future prospects. WELL, that's ALL wemby IS to Jabari, just another future prospect. Just another problem.

A problem he'll be sure to check off his list.

... okay, so Maybe he's a bit more than a problem.. maybe.. he's just a really persistent problem? yeah, that's it, nothing more. Jabari will work through this. He Always does. That's what he does well, Work.

Wemby wonders if that's all he ever does .

But he doesn't have long before Jabari's marching down the tunnel to beat himself up over all his mistakes other people would never make, and Wemby's being escorted to an interview that other people would never make solely to show how Much he just Stands Out as a soul... in basketball .

I hope they find each other in basketball, and out of it as well. I just feel like

Something would Happen

#THANK YOU for this ask #i was so scared making it tho like... im srry it's so long but im afraid i cant short answer in life 😭#if im scared it's gonna miss something 😭#i MAY be an overthinker hooper 🗣‼️‼️💯🔥#in reality thank u for asking fr <333 it's been a while since ive done one of my (in)famous ted talks LMAO #i hope this helped 😊!! <- i say as the whole point of it was that it couldnt actually help #LiSTEN- iN THE END.. IT'S FOR THE DELULUS IM AFRAID #the OHHHH but the POTENTIALL #mfs who have mental illness (multi shipping)#theyre like pg and dame Thats a Bad Shot to be #like they both have insane 200% or nothing work ethics... but driven into such POLAR opposite means to an end #theyre like two people who wrote an antithesus to the other but would actually rule the world together if given the chance #2 veey powerful heroes belonging to two different alliances or worlds.. holding similar but different ideals #corny one liner quip bcs i have to for the kids marvel wemby and trying to be edgier bcs fck them kids dc jabari #idk theyre insane to me #pls say u understand #bcs i dont think i rlly do myself and thats why i love them so much #theyre a puzzle and i wanna know if the final product is exactly what ive been imagining from the pieces given to me #or if it's completely opposite #either way it's so fun for me to figure out but again. i may be insane #if i am .. feel free to tell me 😭😭 really. at least have the courtesy to tell the polar bear his world is melting before taking a picture #ted asks #ted longer #jaba #webby #IF I MISSPELL WEMBYS NAME PLS BE NICE 2 ME. I DID LORE RESEARCH HIM i SWEAR. I RESEARCH ALL MY POSSIBLE SHIPS PEOPLES CUS IM SCARED OF #MISINTERPRETATION. SO IF U SEE ME MISSPELL WEMBY.. IT'S BCS I AM STUPID YES. BUT LIKE. NOT WITH RESEARCH. IT'S JUST MY STUPID BRIAN #*BRAIN**** <-SEE?? i Dont think i have to explain any further how his name is a Nightmare for people like me who #think 8s are 6s on a math test and fails bcs of it EVEN THO the problem wouldve been right if it WERE to be a 6.. it is simply not

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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months

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I find it so funny that Owen's creative process really is just: 1. Be handed a sandbox, sometimes already good, sometimes subpar. 2. Say, I can make this little guy so much better. 2.5. Actor's prayer. 3. Ad-lib on set and blow everyone away. 4. Refuse to elaborate. 5. Leave. What do you mean he has to explain his """acting choices"""? They all come to him in a moment of brilliant improv, isn't that enough? Aren't you having fun? You should be! *bikes away*

Anon you've summed up his entire dynamic in a way that's about to make it impossible for the entire world not to fall desperately in love with him as we speak, but hopefully for his peace of mind and probably ours too things don't get that far 😂💖

Honestly his mind and approach to acting amaze me more and more each day and after becoming a fan and learning more about him I was genuinely shocked there isn't more general discussion about how naturally talented and hardworking he is?? Which probably has a lot to do with him being the type who doesn't like to call attention to himself or play the press game but I always find myself hoping he really does know how incredible he is since everyone who interacts with him on and off camera is left in awe of what he brings to a production and makes a point of mentioning his unique perspective is responsible for the best parts of everything he works on.

Also can I just add it's not only his improv in the moment that impresses me but how carefully he crafts a backstory for his characters?? This goes back to him constantly improving the sandbox and we don't get to hear as many details as I'd like but it's often mentioned he shows up with scripts noted with novels his characters could like/relate to, past jobs that suit them, literary passages relating to their state of mind, etc, and so on which is so cool and again not mentioned enough that he seriously puts time and effort into expanding the universes his characters live in simply because he loves telling stories and is one of the best to ever do so in my opinion 🥰

Then on top of all that he wraps then rides his bike into the sunset while the sound of radio silence echos until we inevitably see him weeks later picking flowers or grabbing a newspaper or some green juice in some random town like the example of living your best life that he is, truly couldn't ask for anyone better!

#asfjsfksk thank you so much for the lovely ask because i could honestly sit here and write essays about how underrated he is as an actor #like no one has ever handed him a script he didn't make better on sight and that is a FACT lol #plus can i just say how refreshing it is that he chooses jobs he has fun with so the audience does too AND continually swaps genres #bc i've never seen someone with such a diverse filmography which is another thing that never gets brought up #but i digress or we'll be here all night 😂#anyway tysm again and hope you've been having an amazing week! sending love your way 😊💖#ask

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pink-anonymous-person · 7 months

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Does YBG Peter know about Fnaf?! What would u think Peter favorite Fnaf character is? Also It be really cute to have a little crossover with Fnaf cause im been a trash of that fandom since I was 14 XD ( Also I hope I'm not pressure u I love you and account so much!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖)

ah, a fellow FNAF-enthusiast! it’s a great game isn’t it? the fan content and theories are always interesting to me :D oh and the memes too lol

i think Peter knows about FNAF franchise especially the movie. i’m guessing his fav FNAF character is Glamrock Freddy because of the protective dad energy. he even find the character to be very charismatic and silly in a good way.

and yeah for sure! I i love this request / suggestion. im not the best at drawing animatronics or robots but i did what i could XD

also fun fact Peter is 6'5 and i think Freddy is around 6’0?? dude is taller than the animatronics

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alfonzone · 8 months

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When you say becoming a father??? Are you saying like SOON?! 👀

okay so

I've been looking into Single Father Surrogacy.

Now, I am still trying to understand the whole process of what it will initial, and different types of surrogacies because I honestly didn't know of these two above on the image, and that could only be it, but I'm trying to figure out or understand it better. I feel as though educating myself first is the right decision before I do anything else. I don't know what I'll have to do in terms of supporting said person carrying my baby, but I'm willing to fund everything and do anything required of me to make it happen.

I'll most likely start the application and inquiring process next year, but I am aiming for when I'm thirty-two or latest , thirty-five years old to make the single father surrogacy a reality.

I know it sounds pathetic or weird, etc but I've come to accept and be at peace at least that I might not find someone out there? You know, to love and create wholesome, small but meaningful memories with, etc.

I was also super okay in being with someone who already had children through prior relationship(s), heck I would have loved their kids as my own or at least treat them with so much love, care, and hopefully become someone they would be able to trust, etc. I was totally okay with that and all I would have asked said partner is one child from both of us or if not, them to be okay with me becoming a sperm donor.

However, I'm not going to go on dating apps ever again (although I might try eHarmony just to give these next two years a shot) and no one here where I live interests me so I know that I will most likely end up being single forever. And that's okay. I really am okay with that. 😊😊😊 Sometimes life is that way.

However, I am super lucky and grateful about the fact that I do still have an opportunity in becoming a parent without a partner through surrogate.

I know I said, I was okay with having a partner that didn't want kids, and I am, but only if they would be okay with me becoming a sperm donor so if ever, it would be used and I'll know that there's a little half me out there (if I'm not allowed to be involved in their life). I feel ready to be a parent. I want that responsibility. I believe in my ability to be a great father and so this will be the "taboo" measure that I'm willing and will take to become a dad. 😊😊

Sorry about rambling, but I'm passionate about this AND I just wanted to share a little more context to your ask.

Yes, I do have plans on becoming a father soon 😊😊😊

#thank you for the ask!!#my journey to fatherhood #i know i'm weird for saying all of what i said BUT... sorry 😅#i am who i am #i might pin this #i wanted to do more research before i announced this here but oh well #i don't mind this being out and have y'all accompany on my journey to becoming a dad #😊😊😊#okay thanks again for the asks sorry about the rambling #oh and sorry about the late response #i have been at work since 5am and have been adding bits here and there #i just got out and was able to proof read and finish answer this 👍🏼#personal #ugh #i am so prone to typos #i was in a hurry okay!!! traffic is terrible in the weekends #oof

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hephaestuscrew · 10 months

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Hey, not sure if this is something you’ve realized but since you are The Minkowski Poster in my brain now, I thought you’d be interested to know that Victor Uniform Lima Charlie Alpha November spells vulcan. This means either minkowski is a trekkie or (the boring answer) some Goddard futuristics lackey thought it was funny. Assuming the former, I’m curious to know what this says about her character - I’ve never watched an episode of star trek in my life xD

Hi, thanks for the ask! I'm very honoured to be The Minkowski Poster in your brain!! 😊 I'm afraid that my view is closer to what you've termed the boring answer here. I'm pretty certain that Minkowski didn't come up with that authentication code herself. I assume you were thinking of its use in the finale, when Eiffel uses it to convince the Sol that he's Minkowski. But when Lovelace shows up for the first time in Episode 22, she also knows this as a confirmation code:

This implies that Lovelace received this code before her Hephaestus mission, which was roughly three years before Minkowski's. Jacobi also gives this authentication code in Sécurité as the Urania approaches the Hephaestus. It seems like it's not a code that's associated with Minkowski specifically, but more generally with "Command-level" personnel on Goddard space missions (or perhaps just on the Hephaestus).

Personally I'm not convinced that it's primarily intended to be a Star Trek reference on Goddard's part either. Vulcan is the Roman god of fire and his Greek counterpart is named Hephaestus. We know that Goddard Futuristics is fond of taking names from mythology; they use mythological names for their AIs (Hera, Rhea, and Eris = Greek gods, Enlil = Mesopotamian god) and their space stations (Hephaestus & Hermes = Greek gods, Tiamat = Mesopotamian goddess). I think the Vulcan-Hephaestus connection is probably the primary reason behind this confirmation code. But the Star Trek link could add a fun extra layer to it!

There's other evidence that Minkowski is not a Star Trek fan; she doesn't seem to understand what Eiffel means by "the Kirk to my Uhura" in their first meeting (although I suppose she could just be confused by his reference-based mode of speech). I don't think Minkowski is really into science fiction media at all to be honest, given her reactions to Eiffel's whole thing. I've got a feeling that sci-fi doesn't really gel with her serious real-life-focused approach to space travel. But other people are of course free to headcanon differently!

#Thanks again for the ask!#Sorry if this isn't the answer you were hoping for #People are always free to send me asks! I enjoy getting them 😊#Tbh I have never watched an episode of Star Trek either #but I've seen people who are fans of both Star Trek and Wolf 359 say that there are surprisingly few Star Trek references in Wolf 359 #especially considering that the star Wolf 359 also plays a significant role in Star Trek #which suggests that the writers aren't really big Star Trek fans either #Anyway I do love the mythology names in Wolf 359 #Catering to the 'mythology kid to fiction podcast lover' pipeline...?#I guess I will chuck this in the tags #Wolf 359 #w359 #the empty man posteth #Asks

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What you think about Hondo and do ship him with someone?

HONDO MENTIONED EVERYBODY CHEER !!! i love that particularly wobbly-kneed wide-eyed man 🩷 i think he's absolutely adorable but also his title defense fight is harder than TD Sandman and u can argue with me all u want . my loss record to this man is higher than my losses against TD Bull ....... anyway UNFORTUNATELY im the most basic of the basic, im a sucker for Hondo and Hugger 🥹 not only do their interests match well but i think they would teach each other different things they wouldn't except to learn without each other. Piston would probably teach Hugger better table manners, Hugger would teach Hondo how to make baked goods, and i think they'd both take the fattest naps together after long days spent hustling outside 🩷 and i think overall their dynamic is just so sweet and their personalities balance one another out

As for the SLIGHTLY less basic one i think Sandman and Piston as either friendship or actual relationship is super cute too. they're both very similar in terms of loss ethic (have u SEEN how mad Hondo looks after u beat him in TD and Sandman's look at the cam ....) and general ethics, and i think they're both extremely respectful and calm despite their characters in the ring. they'd probably make dinner for each other and cook slightly unsavory versions of one another's respective comfort meals bcuz they don't know the full list of ingredients and measurements but they love it anyway for the sentiment 😭 they would take walks around the park together and they both most definitely have soft spots for stray cats

all in all I LOVE PISTON HONDO and i would actually love 2 hear more headcanons about him cuz i want to think about him deeper and love him more !! i apologize for the basic response but it's true 2 me ,, thank u 4 asking 🩷🩷

#ask answered #punch out!! wii #punch out wii #piston hondo #bear hugger #mr. sandman #this was so much fun OMG #thank you again for the ask i wish i had more in depth explanations and more unique headcanons but theyll develop with time hopefully 😊#i 🩷 not shutting up ever

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turnthemasunder-if · 1 year

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Hey I really like this demo! I can't wait to see more of it!^^ oh and I wanted to ask on how were you able to come up to this IF?🤔 And a bit of classic ask 🤣 but how would the RO's react when someone is flirting with the mc?(both in crushing and relationship stage) if it's spoilery then it's alright if you don't wanna answer it^^👍

That's good to hear, as for your first question its just basically a compilation of my favorite things in life. Like for example the game Devil May Cry and Blade, then of course Van Helsing. Then I just combined those stuff together and that's the birth of this IF. Another one is Kayn from League Of Legends with his crazy relationship with the darkin Rhaast so that's the inspiration for Alpha.

Now let's go for the flirting part so a head up by the way in this MC will be a jackass and very egoistic of themselves 😜😎 Plus, only the crushing stage will be written here. We don't what you guys getting spoiled now do we hahah!

A song to make the mood happen and the answer is below the cut

(Angel's POV)

I chuckled, my laughter reverberating through the room as I slammed my fist against the worn-out brick wall. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pity for the person foolishly attempting to flirt with Tarnish. Having known them for what felt like an eternity, I understood all too well that Tarnish was simply toying with their emotions. It was just their way, unable to resist the allure of hearing compliments from another.

I cracked my knuckles, placing my hand confidently on my hip as I sauntered towards the duo. Closing the distance between us, I noticed their heads snapping in my direction, their attention abruptly diverted.

"Hey An—" I cut them off, lunging at Tarnish and pressing them against the rough surface of the wall. In a swift motion, I pressed my lips against theirs, causing a momentary struggle that soon subsided as Tarnish surrendered. Pulling away, I glanced at the uncomfortable onlooker, who promptly decided to make a hasty exit.

I slowly licked my lips, savoring the taste of the impromptu kiss. "A nice way to greet somebody!" Tarnish quipped, a playful tone in their voice.

Cupping their cheeks in my hands, I smirked. "I don't sugarcoat, Tarnish," I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Tarnish burst into laughter, their amusement contagious. "Is that so? Can you put that sugar coating on my lips then?" they asked, their voice dripping with suave charm.

Raising a finger, I playfully tapped their lips. "Maybe next time," I teased, my words laced with a hint of promise.

As we walked away, side by side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. Tarnish might be a player, but they were my player, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(Chase's POV)

Leaning casually against the wall, a smug smirk played on my lips as I watched the hapless individual attempt to flirt with Tarnish. It was a pitiful sight, really. They were already sweating profusely, stumbling over their words, and audibly gulping in nervousness, all while Tarnish merely smiled back at them. What an amateur. It irked me to witness such a pathetic display of failure. Flirting and complimenting were child's play, and here they were, failing miserably at the simplest of tasks.

A voice inside my head whispered, "If you want something done right, do it yourself." Smoothing my slicked-back hair with a self-assured gesture and moistening my lips to give them a tantalizing sheen, I sauntered toward the duo. The stranger was the first to notice my presence, their gaze locked behind Tarnish, until finally, Tarnish's curiosity compelled them to turn around.

"Ch—" Their attempt to address me was quickly silenced as I raised a hand, cutting off their words. Stepping closer, I pressed my hand against Tarnish's chest, pushing them firmly against the wall. My other hand found its place on the wall beside them, allowing me to lean in, our faces mere inches apart. The air crackled with anticipation.

"Careful there, Tarnish," I whispered, my voice laced with flirtatious intent. "Hearing you say my name is making me…" I trailed off, my lips brushing against their ear, "Do things I won't regret come morning."

Drawing back, I observed with satisfaction as the stunned individual made a swift exit, their words abandoned in their mouth. Clearly, my dazzling display had left them speechless.

Tarnish let out a chuckle, drawing my attention back to them. "Promises, promises, promises," they drawled, clicking their tongue in playful reproach.

I laughed, a low, throaty sound that exuded confidence. "Well, they say promises are meant to be broken," I replied cheekily, a playful glint in my eyes.

Without warning, Tarnish grabbed my clothes, swiftly spinning me around and pinning me against the wall this time. The sudden change in power dynamics was exhilarating. Their closeness sent shivers down my spine, as I stared into their smoldering gaze.

"If that's the case," Tarnish challenged, their voice dripping with a mix of desire and amusement, "how about I break you instead?"

I raised an eyebrow, licking my lips in anticipation. "Go ahead," I replied, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Break me however you please."

Tarnish let go of my clothes, stepping away from me and causing me to pout in frustration. "Nah," they waved their hand dismissively. "You're enjoying this much more than I am," they said, crossing their arms over their chest.

I let out a sigh, my frustration melting away as I trailed behind Tarnish, lost in my own thoughts. "Foreplay. I never liked it, and I never will," I grumbled, my tone irritated.

Tarnish glanced back at me over their shoulder, a sly smile playing at the corners of their lips. "Get used to it then," they shouted back, their words laced with playful defiance.

I rolled my eyes, a wry chuckle escaping my lips. "Always so sure of yourself, aren't you?" I quipped, my words dripping with sarcasm.

Tarnish only shrugged nonchalantly, their movements fluid and relaxed. "Why shouldn't I be?" they asked, their tone smooth as silk. "I know what you like, and I know how to give it to you."

Despite myself, I felt a shiver run down my spine at their words. Tarnish always did have a way of getting under my skin, of making me feel things I didn't quite understand. But there was no denying the raw, primal attraction that pulsed between us, drawing us closer and closer with each passing moment.

(Charles' POV)

Fury coursed through my veins, my fist clenched tightly as a wave of uselessness and misery washed over me. The reasons for this overwhelming anger eluded me, but it swirled relentlessly, threatening to consume me. Surely, the object of my rage couldn't be the person shamelessly flirting with Tarnish. "Surely!" I repeated the word bitterly, grinding my teeth in frustration as I watched the person's smile widen, their jokes eliciting laughter from Tarnish.

I couldn't bear to witness this scene any longer. With a determined resolve, I decided to make my presence known. And make it known I did. "Tarnish!" I called out their name, my voice sharp and commanding, causing both of them to turn their attention toward me.

"Charles fan—" Tarnish words were swiftly cut off by my commanding voice. "Scram!" I bellowed, my words ringing through the air like a thunderclap. Without hesitation, the person turned and fled, leaving behind the unmistakable scent of fear and a tinge of urine. Was I truly that terrifying?

Tarnish's laughter grated on my nerves, mocking my actions. "You just had to scare off my playmate, didn't you?" they taunted, their voice dripping with sarcasm, igniting a spark of irritation within me.

I took a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure. If I didn't, Tarnish and I would undoubtedly find ourselves locked in a heated confrontation, bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin. But why was I even entertaining such thoughts? I needed to focus. "Why did you summon me here? Is there an urgent matter or an emergency?" I demanded, cutting to the chase.

Tarnish's laughter echoed once again, fueling my frustration. "No emergency, Charles," they replied, their voice oozing with confidence. "I just wanted to have some fun with you."

I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "So, all of this was simply a ploy?" I questioned, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish stepped closer, casually draping their arms over my shoulders, their intoxicating perfume wafting through the air. "Yup, and I know you're going to refuse, but why not give it a chance? I promise you won't regret it," they coaxed, shaking me playfully, attempting to bridge the gap between us, as if we were close friends.

Their invitation hung tantalizingly in the air, as conflicting emotions warred within me. One part of me urged rejection, sensing the potential for regret, while the other whispered that this could be my chance to get closer to Tarnish. I knew deep down that the words about to spill from my mouth would be laced with regret. "Fine!" I grumbled, feigning resistance. "Angel and Mari are in the midst of a heated quarrel at HQ, and I could use some peace and quiet." I pretended to reason, my voice dripping with reluctant acceptance.

Tarnish leaned in, planting a gentle peck on my cheek, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. "Nice!" they exclaimed, swiftly removing their arm from my shoulders, already forgetting our previous proximity. "Follow me and don't dilly-dally," Tarnish commanded, striding ahead confidently. I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the remnants of their kiss, a silent reminder of the mark they had left upon me.

"Tarnish," I replied casually, masking the lingering imprint of their kiss on my mind. It was crucial to maintain an air of nonchalance, even though my heart raced at the mere sound of their voice. I turned towards them, my expression a careful blend of amusement and indifference.

They raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Lost in thought, were we?" they teased, their tone laced with a hint of seduction. "Or perhaps lost in the memory of that kiss?"

I scoffed, feigning nonchalance. "Kisses come and go, Tarnish," I retorted, my words dripping with the confidence of a seasoned flirt. "But you'll have to do better than that to leave a lasting impression."

Tarnish's laughter filled the air, a melodious sound that sent shivers down my spine. They took a step closer, their presence magnetic and captivating. "Is that so?" they countered, their voice low and velvety. "Well, Charles, consider me up for the challenge. I'll make sure every kiss is unforgettable."

Me and Tarnish continue to walk side by side with them still teasing me about the kiss and me remaining composed even though my heart is beating loudly and my nerves rattling when thinking about it.

(Maria's POV)

The room grew dimmer, casting an atmospheric shadow over the scene. My eyes remained fixated on Tarnish, effortlessly captivating and flirting with yet another stranger. It had become a tiresome routine, an endless cycle of their pursuit for hearts and attention. Frustration simmered within me, an ember ready to ignite a storm. "Oh, so now you're just getting jealous?" a voice whispered in my head, taunting and mocking.

I clenched my fists, refusing to let the voice's insidious doubts infiltrate my resolve. "I'm not jealous!" I shot back, my words laced with defiance. Deep down, I couldn't deny the truth lurking beneath the surface. The voice persisted, relentless in its assault. "Liar! You can't help but gush and blush whenever they call you their bunny!"

"I don't!" I retorted, my tone tinged with frustration, before turning my back on the persistent voice. Moments later, Tarnish's voice sliced through the turmoil. "Yeah, I agree with Maria," they interjected, their voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Imaginary enemy!"

Locking eyes with Tarnish, curiosity mingled with anger coursed through my veins. "So, you're finally here. What happened to your friend?" I demanded, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish chuckled, shaking their head dismissively. An air of confidence and arrogance surrounded them as they replied, "They were utterly basic and boring. A few smiles, a few compliments, and they were practically begging me for a date!"

"And you agreed?" I shot back, my statement veiled as a question.

Straightening their stance, Tarnish closed the gap between us. "Nope! They couldn't hold a candle to you, my bunny," they proclaimed boldly, their words igniting a warmth that spread across my cheeks. In an attempt to hide my blush, I averted my gaze.

Tarnish's laughter filled the space, resonating deep within me like a melodic symphony. "Aww, didn't mean to offend you, my bunny," they teased, their voice dripping with affectionate playfulness. "Alright, how about 'feisty bunny'? Does that sound better?" they added cheekily.

A surge of emotions surged within me, a whirlwind of amusement, frustration, and something more enigmatic. "Call me bunny one more time, and I'll show you what feisty truly means," I warned, a lethal glare aimed in their direction.

Tarnish leaned dangerously close, their proximity igniting a fire within me. "Are you planning to kill me with kindness and love?" they taunted mockingly, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

I let out an exasperated groan, my eyes rolling in exasperation. Tarnish had an uncanny ability to turn even the simplest threat or comment into an innuendo. "Are you in heat or something?" I quipped, my words laced with a touch of amusement.

They casually raised their finger, a nonchalant expression adorning their face. "Oh, my dear bunny, whenever I'm near you, you ignite my mind and set my heat ablaze with just a smile and a glare," they replied, their voice dripping with playful desire. A mischievous wink accompanied their words, sending a jolt of anticipation through my veins.

A soft murmur escaped my lips as I leaned in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. "And I can say the same about you," I whispered, my voice barely audible but charged with an undercurrent of longing.

Tarnish chuckled, their laughter a melody that echoed through the room. "I'm glad we're on the same page then," they remarked, their words tinged with a knowingness that made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, I cursed my forgetfulness, realizing all too well that Tarnish possessed supernatural senses, able to read between the lines and decipher the unspoken truths.

"That's not what I meant," I stammered, desperately attempting to salvage the conversation and deny the confession that lingered beneath the surface. But Tarnish simply grinned, their expression radiating confidence and mischief, sending delightful tremors through my body.

"Whatever you say, my bunny," they teased, their voice a velvety caress that stirred a maelstrom of emotions within me.

"Now," they continued, extending their hand towards me, an invitation laced with adventure and daring. "What do you say we find something to occupy our night, something more adventurous and daring?" they proposed, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As Tarnish's invitation hung in the air, the room around us seemed to fade to the background, leaving just the two of us. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the caution that come from having walked on the edge of danger before, and the exhilarating possibility of the unknown path that lay ahead.

My face wore a deadpan expression as I tried to keep my poker face in place, while Tarnish clapped their hands together with glee. "I like that look on you, Bunny," they drawled, their eyes alight with mischief. "Serious and sexy, just like I always knew you could be."

I tried to hold in a snort at the compliment, but it escaped as a huff as I couldn't help myself. Tarnish had a knack for spinning flattery into an art form, effortlessly weaving words that could charm the most hardened of hearts. But I knew their game all too well. They could shower me with compliments all day and night, and still, their supply would never run dry. "Enough with the compliments!" I snapped, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to their words. "You could flatter a fish into jumping out of the sea, and I'm not going to fall for it."

Tarnish's lips twisted into a smirk as they shot me a look filled with amusement. "Oh Bunny, you wound me," they said with a playful pout. "It's not my fault you're so easy to compliment. You're like a work of art, just begging to be admired." then they put a hand on their chest and hand outstretched towards me. "And you know I could spend an eternity crafting new compliments just for you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Tarnish's latest round of flattery. It was hard to resist the urge to indulge in our banter, even as I knew it was all just a game to them. "An eternity, huh?" I drawled, my words laced with just a hint of sarcasm. "Well, let's not waste that precious time on flattery. We've got a night ahead of us, remember? Adventure awaits."

Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement as they eagerly nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right, my daring companion," they replied, their voice alive with anticipation. "Let's leave the realm of words and step into the realm of action. The night is ours to explore, to unravel its mysteries, and to forge memories that will last a lifetime."

With that, Tarnish took my hand and led me out into the city, the promise of adventure and mystery hanging thick in the air between us. As we made our way down the bustling streets, the night was alive with the sounds of car horns, music blaring from open windows, and the chatter of the crowds.

#Angel #Charles #Chase #Maria #Crush Stage Ask #Turn Them Asunder #Thank You For The Ask #Come Back And Ask Again 😉😘🐻😊

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mettywiththenotes · 1 year

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Between the fact that Dabi's big attack involves compressing his heat energy inside of himself and the absurdly theatrical bow, I keep thinking he's either paying homage to Mr. Compress or trying to steal his riz. Either way, I love it. lmao

YEAH ngl I read the word compress in that chapter, saw the bow and thought "HE LEARNED FROM THE BEST" lol

Dabi's carrying on the legacy of Theatrical Villains

#man i wish they would interact again #what would compress say?#compress: hey dabi nice to see you again. i have a few constructive criticisms about your dancing-#dabi: can it magician #thank you for the ask!😊#asks with metty #bnha asks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 386

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coquelicoq · 8 months

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I thought you had disappeared but instead!! 🎉 congrats on the name change 🎉

omg you made art? for me???? this is so fuckin sweet how are you real!! i love it i love him 🥺 thank you my friend 🥺🥺

now taking guesses as to what crosslinguistic pun my new username is! because of this beautiful artwork you don't even really need to speak french to figure it out. i would say whoever gets it right gets a prize, but i'm not sure what it would be lol. so let's say if you get it right you may or may not get a prize. schrödinger's prize <3

#this is so sweet of you omg i'm losing it !!!#also you must have noticed like an hour after i changed it lol. it is very new!#thank you again for letting me bounce my ideas off of you <3 i'm very happy with this one 😊#asks #not anon #crosslinguistic puns #just add #art #these are a few of my favorite things #NICE SHIT #you're so right about the color too. your mind #also WHEN did you make this?? have you had it locked and loaded for weeks or did you make it after noticing the change?#because either way i am emotional abt it

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whyeverr · 2 years

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A tremendous thank you to everyone reading, whether you’ve been with me from the start, or are a new follower catching up, or anything and everything in between.

I’m finally answering any and all questions about this story, so if there’s something you’re curious about that isn’t covered below the cut, send me an ask!

As many have already successfully deduced, the true story this has been based on is what’s known as “The Galapagos Affair.”

I first heard this story recounted on a true crime podcast. When listening to this completely ridiculous, stranger-than-fiction story I could see so many scenes playing out in my mind in the Sims. The release of the Island Living EP made the idea seem even more feasible, and it wasn’t long after I finished my Island Living play-through that I decided to head back to Sulani and retell the story that had been living in my head rent-free as best I could with the Sims as my medium. Almost 3 years later, here we are. ☺️

Of course, from the beginning I've had to lean into certain changes to fit my retelling into the scope of the Sims. Sara’s best friend Fleck the raccoon, in reality, was a donkey (above). The Countess, or rather, Baroness, never carried her signature whip (not that CC objects or poses aren’t available for that, I just wasn’t up to the adventure of sourcing them for my game 😅), and there wasn’t any talk of death by pufferfish in real life. (Thank goodness we got both chickens and canning in game with the release of Cottage Living or I really would have had to deviate from the true story.)

I changed names, too, so it wasn’t too easy for anyone to Google and spoil the ending for themselves or others. I chose to include the character of the Selvadoradian (read: Ecuadorian) guide who gets written out of the hotel company party, but missed the opportunity to include the overlooked Ecuadorian teenager hired on by Doctor Roder (real name: Ritter) to help them settle into their new surroundings, as I did not learn of him until getting my hands on Dore’s book shortly after beginning my series. (And here I thought I’d done my research...) Out of a desperate need for some comic relief, I dialed up the eccentric in “eccentric millionaire” and made Captain “call me Allan” Wolcott (Hancock) a real character. I’d like to think I did a good job making Sara Dach in Dore Strauch’s likeness, but certainly took my liberties with everyone else. CAS isn’t my strong suit.

It honestly feels a bit weird to share these photos, perhaps because I’ve kept the true story inspiration under wraps for the better part of 3 years, but also because they’re real people. With the exception of the Baroness (and arguably perhaps, to a lesser degree, Doctor Ritter), I don’t think any of these people would have necessarily chosen to step into the spotlight that was thrust upon them (though both surviving women did go on to choose to remain in that spotlight in order to tell their own respective versions of events).

I’m obviously quite unsure of what any one of them would make of having their story fictionalized via screenshots of a life simulation video game posted to a social media platform in the 21st century... 😄 But I’d like to think I've done right by them by exploring their at-times ridiculous words and actions with empathy (yes, even for you, Friedrich) and not charging in with clear-cut hero and villain portrayals based on whatever I might think happened.

If you’re interested in learning more about the Galapagos Affair, there are loads of short and to the point articles out there (some linked below). You might also be interested in watching the documentary (starring the inimitable Cate Blanchett as the voice of Dore) which features a lot of archival footage, news clippings, journal entries, missives, and photos. If you’re really keen, you may even want to read one or both of the survivor’s books. Dore’s book is fairly dense, and focuses exclusively on the events of the Galapagos Affair. Margret’s is a quicker read, though it goes into a lot more detail into everyday life and homemaking on a remote island and also covers their life on the island over the following decades. And of course their retellings of both key and mundane events differ quite a bit. Both are certainly worth exploring!

Articles

The Empress of the Galápagos Islands, Smithsonian Institution Archives Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The Gruesome History of the Galapagos Islands' Nietzsche-Fueled Homesteader Death Showdown, Gizmodo

The Galapagos Affair, ThoughtCo

Coming Soon to a Screen Near You: the Saga of the Empress of the Galapagos, HuffPost

Podcasts

My Favorite Murder: 129 - Coincidence Island [story beginning at 53:10] I no longer subscribe to or generally recommend this podcast but this one from the archives—where I first heard this story—is still an enjoyable, if not super well researched, listen.

Do Go On: 173 - The Baroness of Floreana Island [story beginning at 5:35] This is a podcast I do listen to and recommend and, if you can believe it, there’s even a cheeky little Sims reference in this episode! (You might also check out their prequel episode 170 - The Essex and the Real Life Moby Dick about earlier happenings on the island of Floreana.)

Video

Satan Came to Eden: The Galapagos Affair Available to buy or rent on Apple TV or to stream via Kanopy / your local library and definitely not anywhere else

Books

Satan Came to Eden: A Survivor’s Account of “The Galapagos Affair” by Dore Strauch, Available on Bookshop.org and definitely not anywhere else

Floreana: A Woman’s Pilgrimage to the Galapagos by Margret Wittmer, Available on ThriftBooks

#la boca cerrada #post script #thank you again for being here 🥲💗✨#the notes the comments the asks #the exhasperation #the excited messages from those of you who figured out the true story on your own 😊#this has been such a fun experience #and the best part has been sharing it all with you 💗✨#THANK YOU!

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