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xcherryerim · 1 month

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A Helping Hand

Touch starved Mike x gn!reader | wc: 2.4k

“It will take a while for the scars in my heart to heal, that’s what I believed. At some point, I am in your embrace. You touch my heart baby” — Touch by Miss A

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

In the warm lit bathroom, illuminated only by a single soft glow of the cheap lightbulb, Mike sat on a plastic chair, his broken leg propped up on a stack of towels. The lukewarm water cascaded over his body, mingling with the salty tears that traced down his pale cheeks.

His eyes, red-rimmed and glistening, pleaded with yours as he whispered, "Please touch me."

For the past few weeks, you'd been there for Mike whenever he needed you. He was once a self-sufficient man who refused help from others, but now that his leg was momentarily immobilized, he found himself at the mercy of those around him. His job not compensating for his leave, coupled with the overwhelming weight of daily struggles, had left him feeling trapped and helpless.

The realization that his life had spiraled out of control weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was one thing to acknowledge the despair, but quite another to confront it head-on with nothing but time on his hands. In this cramped bathroom, surrounded by tiled walls, he felt even smaller, more isolated than ever.

With tenderness and care, you stepped into the shower stall, succumbing to the task of helping Mike bathe despite the challenges posed by his injured leg. As the warm water poured down upon both of you, you began to wash his hair with the specialized shampoo and conditioner, working the suds through his locks with gentle precision.

When you moved onto his back, your fingertips brushed over his tense muscles, tracing the web of pain etched into his skin. Each stroke, each caress seemed to pull at the threads of his empty heart, finally, he couldn't contain it any longer when you stood in front of him, trying to wash his neck and chest. His fragile facade cracked as tears formed into his honey soulless eyes.

Looking at his reddened eyes and the sniffling sounds emanating from his nose, concern washed over you. "Mike, are you alright?" you inquired, worry lacing your words.

"Please touch me," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just… touch me. Please."

Your heart ached for him, seeing him like this - broken, vulnerable, and begging for human connection. His erection strained against the fabric of his shorts, an unmistakable sign of his need for intimacy.

“I know I'm asking too much, I know I've been a burden with all the favors you've done for me these past few days, but I just—" Mike hesitated, his voice breaking as he struggled to find the right words.

His admission hung in the air between you, thick with guilt and the weight of his burgeoning dependency on your kindness.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he continued, "I just can't take this loneliness any longer."

His confession struck you like a punch to the gut, his vulnerability laying bare the emotional toll his situation had taken on him. You could see the fear lurking in his eyes, the desperate plea for understanding and support. And though a part of you yearned to provide the comfort he sought, you also knew that giving in would only complicate matters further.

Instead, you opted for a different approach, seeking to ease his pain in words rather than touch.

"Mike, I understand how hard this must be for you," you said softly. "But you're not alone, and we'll get through it together. I promise."

Your hand lingered on his shoulder, a tentative gesture of solidarity, offering the smallest measure of comfort without breaching the boundaries of your friendship.

Despite the distance you maintained, you could feel the tension in his frame, the unraveling of his composure under the strain of his emotions.

"You don't find me attractive?" he asked, his voice strained as if the very thought pained him. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he searched your face for answers. "I... I didn't mean to push you, I just..."

Swallowing hard, you replied softly, "It's not that, Mike. It's just... your request would change things between us. Our friendship would never be the same."

Defeat washed over his features, and he shifted his gaze downward, fixating on his length before quickly looking away in embarrassment. "I just want to feel wanted, desired, useful to someone... anything..." he whispered, the depth of his anguish echoing in every word.

"It could be just once," Mike suggested, grasping at any sliver of hope he could find. His hopeful eyes locked onto yours, their pleading depths reflecting the faint light from the bathroom fixture.

His grip on your hand tightened, a silent prayer that you'd consider his desperate proposal. The air grew heavier with his unspoken desires, the weight of his needs bearing down upon both of you in the confined space.

“Our secret.”

You stood there, torn between compassion and conviction, struggling to reconcile the gravity of the situation. It was impossible to ignore the sincerity in his gaze, the raw need for human connection that seemed to emanate from him. Yet, you couldn't shake the sense that giving in would irreparably alter the course of your relationship.

Finally, you managed to find your voice, your tone heavy with uncertainty as you answered, "Mike, I don't think it's a good idea. This isn't something we can undo or ignore later.” Uncertainty lacing your words.

But his grasp on your hand tightened, his pleading gaze never wavering. "I don't want to ignore it. I want you, I truly do. Please, just do this for me." His fingers trailed along your palm, his touch lingering on your skin as he guided it towards his trembling form. When his hand paused at his pelvis, you felt the heat radiating from him, a testament to the turmoil within.

Staring into your eyes, he implored you once more, his voice quivering with the weight of his longing. You could see the torment reflected in his pupils, the raw honesty of his need. And yet, despite the yearning, you knew that giving in would be crossing a line neither of you could return from.

Yet you found yourself drawn to the sight before you: his waterlogged body, the foggy atmosphere, and the haunting desperation in his eyes.

With a shaky breath, you gave in, nodding reluctantly in agreement with his plea. "But, this never happened," you insisted, attempting to impose some semblance of control over the situation.

Slowly, your hand descended to meet his base, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the dampness of the surroundings. Each nerve in your body screamed at you to stop, urging you to reconsider the implications of your actions. But the anguish in his eyes pulled you forward, forcing you to grapple with the reality of his suffering.

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes, swallowing hard as you began to move your hand, knowing full well that this moment would forever change the course of your lives. The steamy air seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome of your decision as the two of you were in the shower, bound by a secret neither of you could escape.

Mike nodded numbly, a silent agreement between you both as he attempted to stifle the rising cries of pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered, his gratitude overshadowed by the raw emotion surging through him.

Watching your hand move delicately over him, he couldn't help but feel the intense mix of shame and ecstasy coursing through his veins.

You steeled yourself against the stirrings of guilt, focusing solely on the task at hand. The water continued to pour over you both, serving as a constant reminder of the fragility of your situation.

As Mike's breath hitched and his eyes rolled back in bliss, you found yourself lost in the dichotomy of his emotions: the gratitude, the shame, and the overwhelming need for connection.

You opened your eyes, catching sight of Mike biting down on his fist, a futile attempt to silence his cries of pleasure. A small, involuntary chuckle escaped you, the sound carrying a hint of tension.

“You can make sounds, it's okay," you reassured him, a tender smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Closing your eyes once more, you hoped that the vivid imagery of their current predicament wouldn't scar your memories.

But the sight of Mike's flushed skin, his eyes tight shut in ecstasy, and the pink length curved around your hand was enough to dispel any remaining reservations. To your surprise, your grip tightened around him, your movements becoming more assured, more passionate. The water continued to fall, oblivious to the shift in dynamics between you both.

"Fuck!" Mike groaned, gripping your wrist and urging you to increase your pace. His gratitude shone brightly in his eyes as he spoke. "Thank you."

Nodding in agreement, you positioned yourself between his legs, the steamy environment providing little privacy in this intimate encounter.

Mike's head shook slightly, his eyes cast downward in a display of vulnerability. "You don't have to do this, It's okay." His voice trembled, tinged with shyness.

A smirk played across your lips. "Be a good boy and take what I give you," you instructed playfully, wrapping your hand around him once more. Your tongue danced around his tip, drawing a startled whimper from him.

"I'll be a good boy! I'll be a good boy!" he cried out, his words punctuated by gasps of pleasure.

His moans filled the bathroom, a testament to the newfound intimacy that had consumed you.

As you continued, the boundaries between friends and lovers blurred, leaving no room for regret or hesitation. Every touch, every movement was driven by an unspoken understanding, born of necessity and longing.

This time, you engulfed him fully, relishing in the way his body shuddered under your touch. It seemed as if he teetered on the edge of release, his cries growing louder and more fervent.

His hand reached back, gently guiding your head to him, a combination of shyness and desperation etched in his expression. Over time, his grip tightened, urging you to accept more of him, hungry for the sensation.

Your heart raced, the consequences of your actions weighing heavily on your mind. But the hunger in his eyes, the pleading earnestness in his touch, made it difficult to resist.

"You take me so good..." Mike murmured, locking gazes with you as he succumbed further to his desire. His appreciation was palpable, the praise you offered striking a chord in his soul.

In response, you slowed your movements, meeting his eyes as you whispered, "And you feel so good in my mouth." The compliment sparked a blush and a small, grateful smile on his face. Praise – an elixir for his wounded heart.

The water continued to rain down on you both, rendering the bathroom a sacred chamber of vulnerable admissions and simmering passions. In this cramped space, the two of you were stripped bare, submerged in a maelstrom of shifting emotions and escalating pleasures. The boundary between friend and lover had vanished, replaced by a new territory where your instincts governed your actions.

Mike's breathing quickened, the anticipation of release building within him. And though you knew this moment was fraught with consequence, there was an undeniable pull toward the ecstasy that lay just beyond the horizon.

"Can I...?" Mike stammered, his voice trembling and hoarse. After collecting himself, he asked hesitantly, "Can I come on your face or, your body?"

"You're close?" you inquired, unable to hide the curiosity from your tone.

"Yeah, I couldn't last that long with you... you know," he admitted, flustered. Taking a deep breath, he hastily added, "Sorry, I wanted to last longer." Embarrassment colored his features, but his eyes beseeched you to understand.

Mike's apology lingered in the air, but you dismissed it with a gentle wave of your hand, recognizing the power of your connection. Despite the enormity of what was happening between you, the bond that once existed seemed to transform, adapting to the new landscape of emotions and desires.

His release drew near, every twitch and moan drawing you closer to the precipice. The water continued to pour, its relentless cadence echoing the intensity of the situation. And while the implications of your actions weighed heavily on your mind, the thrall of the present moment beckoned you, the two of you locked in an intricate dance of surrender and acceptance.

Finally, Mike released a strained cry, using the last of his strength to guide his release onto your face. It painted your skin, marking you with the evidence of his passion, only to be washed away by the endless stream of water. In that brief moment of shared ecstasy, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome.

Then, without warning, Mike hauled you in for a kiss – a desperate, yearning embrace that had years of suppressed feelings woven into it. His lips pressed against yours, a testament to the depth of your connection. The water continued its steady descent, but you barely noticed as you were consumed by the weight of the moment.

As the echo of Mike's cry faded, you found yourselves frozen in the aftermath, clinging to each other like shipwrecked sailors finding solid ground. The reality of your actions bore down on you, a stark reminder of the journey you had just embarked upon. Yet amid the chaos, there was a strange sense of calm, the two of you buoyed by the shared experience that would forever bind you together.

Mike reached for the loofah hanging on the wall, extending it to you between gasps for air.

"You didn't do my back right," he panted, half-joking.

Rolling your eyes, you rose to your feet, a soft chuckle escaping you. "Asshole," you muttered, taking the loofah and moving behind him. As you carefully scrubbed his back, you couldn't help but study the contours, each mole a tiny piece of art etched onto his skin.

"We seriously need to find you a partner or a sneaky link," you sighed, the gravity of your recent exchange weighing heavily on your mind.

"Or maybe a friend with benefits?" Mike countered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You considered his suggestion briefly, a faint smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you agreed, the idea hovering between laughter and contemplation.

The water continued to flow, washing away the remnants of your uncertainty and hesitation. The room felt charged with the knowledge of what had transpired, yet there was a strange comfort in the weight of it all. Your hands moved gently over his back, the loofah a buffer between the new reality and the old normalcy.

my dumbass forgot the taglist bro: @freak-accident419 @joshhutchersonsgf @valreanakuroo @cassiecasluciluce @jhutchismyl0verb0y

#wrote this in one sitting and didn’t even revise it sooo yk #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt angst #mike fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x gn!reader #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut

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toxinoire · 6 months

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Kara never thought of it when Lena first asked her this question.

"What if someone says; in like a few years maybe, I'd be...gone?" Lena asks, staring at the distance.

Kara got confused at this question. But decided to answer anyway. "Well, I'd most likely, punch them or something. I'm not letting that happen."

Lena chuckled. "You're right...I guess it's just another existential crisis."

"Want to talk about it?" Kara asks softly. Lena just smiles at her. "No, darling. It's alright. It's just one of those times."

"Well, if you need anything...food, movies, a hug, I'm right here."

Lena laughs and nods. "Got that."

She didn't ask that question for no reason. She isn't sure if Kara already figured this fact out already, but their time is limited. Because Kara won't die unless she gets killed with Kryptonite or the day the yellow sun flying over them dies.

Lena knows there's a chance that Kara's life could be at stake at any given moment, but at the same time...there's a possibility that she could have Kara for the rest of her life. While Kara won't have Lena, nor the rest of their family for the rest of her life.

See here's the thing, Kara knew that. But ignorance is a bliss, as they say. She pretends that the day won't come.

But...maybe she indulged herself too much.

Because right now, Kara, swear to Rao, drops the car she's currently carrying as her eyes widen in fear. Through a window, not that big, but big enough for her to witness it firsthand.

Lena, sweet, gentle, beautiful Lena, with a knife pierced through her neck. She heard the enemy responsible for it, the one who's back is facing the window, laugh. Fucking laugh. Kara and Lena make eye contact through the window, Lena smiling gently, softly, warmly, at her. Muttering something no human could hear, but Kara heard so clearly. Her voice as soft as her gaze.

"I love you."

Kara barges in, breaking the whole wall, she rushes to her, hoping she could still save her. Hoping she wouldn't lose her. She can't lose Lena, she just can't.

However, it was too late. The knife stabbed a very fatal spot, and Kara witnesses Lena drop to the ground.

Kara can no longer hear her heartbeat.

"Aww, look at Supergirl. The Paragon of Hope, looking hopeless-"

Before this asshole can finish, Kara pushes him, actually pushes him off the broken wall, she hears him scream and plummet down, but she doesn't care.

"Lena?"

Nothing.

"Please, no. No. Fuck. Please don't leave me, don't take her too, please." Kara tries to get help, but to no avail.

Lena Luthor's death was publicly announced two days later. Many were happy at the fact that there was not a single Luthor left. The Superfriends grieved in their own ways. At least some people in the city actually acknowledged what Lena did for the world and paid their respects. The Superfriends tried to comfort Kara. She appreciates it, of course, but it won't bring Lena, Kara's...everything, back to her.

Now everywhere she goes, Kara just sees Lena.

She would try to go to Big Belly Burger, she just remembers that time they celebrated Lena's birthday there. Noonan's? She just sees Lena's smile when Kara gives her coffee from that place. The park in National City? That time Lena used her magic fully for the first time. CatCo? She remembers every hall Lena ever walked in. She sees a book? She remembers Lena giving her one.

Her own apartment also reminds her of Lena, all the times they had there. Certain foods remind her of Lena. Everything around her is now just a ghost of Lena. Even fucking kryptonite reminds her of Lena.

She's everywhere Kara goes.

No one in the city realized how much Supergirl was so torn over the loss of Lena Luthor.

Some dickwads actually thought she was happy about it, which some idiot reporter asked her one day.

"You must be really relieved that the last Luthor is no longer a threat."

Kara stays silent, yet her eyes emmit everything she wants to say.

Kelly holds back an angry Alex from hitting someone, but Kelly herself is yelling about how insensitive that was, about how this reporter is disrespecting the dead, about how they forgot that Lena worked with Supergirl. Both Brainy and Nia list down everything that Lena has done to save the city.

Kara? She's been silent, before taking a deep breath, looking at the reporter, knowing there are cameras surrounding her, she says,

"This world is nothing without her."

Then, she flies away, higher into the blue skies and screams.

Would you look at that, world. There's a Luthor that successfully broke a Super.

#supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara zor el #kara x lena #angst #i saw a miraculous prompt like this on tiktok #wherein marinette looses her memories yet adrien carries every moment with him #and my brain said: HEY imagine this but supercorp #and i went: bitch bET #and now here we are #hope you liked it :)#i realized i hadn't written them yet #well i have but not in this kind of way #it was always cracks i never wrote an actual well thought of supercorp fic #so here #please like it

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sunshinemayhem · 29 days

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"the underworld" thoughts

i love every. single. song. in this saga. here's a play by play of me being stabbed by a dagger of sorrow with the first song.

"i no longer dream; only nightmares of those who died"

remember the last time he dreamt? there was penelope and telemachus? and then they opened the bag and everyone DIED? istg even the happy dreams have resulted in overwhelming sadness.

"558 men who died under your command"

the horror. all of his guilt and crimes and mistakes placed in front of him, surrounding him. he's forced to acknowledge the thoughts that have been consuming him, that he has buried deep inside as he compartmentalized throughout the circe saga.

"why would you let the cyclops live?"

my heart. (also the way they said that was so satisfying LOL.)

"when ruthlessness is mercy"

oh- that makes it so much worse. they quoted poseidon. the reason they're dead. no wait- odysseus caused this. the god out to kill him is not wrong. what is right anymore? (okay but i love odysseus going through an existential crisis)

"i keep thinking of the infant from the night, i keep thinking of the infant from the night"

jorge sounds so DISTRESSED. i love it. he's trying to grasp onto something, anything, to absolve his guilt.

"this life is amazing, when you greet it with open arms"

i love polites. so. much. thank you for him being here. Steven has such a hopeful voice. Open Arms is how i want to live my life. there is good in this world. even if it is dead. SOB.

"that voice? it can't be."

let me go cry in a corner for a sec. can i just say i love the lyrics here? he recognizes her voice IMMEDIATELY. he's surprised, then refuses to believe it for a while, then realises he doesn't have the time, then he's gutted.

"mom?"

this was such a good choice of words. or word. no way ancient greeks said "mom". but it captures so much the way it's said? the innocence of a child, the fear of the world --he's seeking protection and love in his mother, who has died. died before he came home.

"odysseus when you come home, i'll be waiting."

but she's NOT. he hasn't come home. also i love how it's "when" not "if". she has faith in her son. she trusts him to come home. like penelope, she doesn't think he's dead. they've waited so long, and they'll keep waiting, for this man they love.

"even if you're the last thing i see, i'll be waiting"

and she knows she's going to die soon, but she wants to see her son one final time. i love awesome portrayals of moms. she's there for you in whatever way she can be. let me go shower my mom with love rn.

"i'm right here, mom. can't you see?"

AHH. EVERY SINGLE LYRIC HERE IS SO GOOD. i love concise lyrics SO MUCH. every word packs a punch. this is why even if an album is only three songs, i will never, NEVER be angry or disappointed or SAD. because everything here is gorgeous.

also this is SO SAD. because he can see her but she can't. and that was her dying wish. so near, yet so far. he can't ever embrace her again. he let down someone he loves. again.

"i took too long."

aksdfhdaksdjss. that had NO RIGHT to be so devastating.

"i'll always love you"

AWW. let me go grab some onions. i also love how jorge's mom is singing. it's beautiful.

*swallows* "bye mom"

the voice crack. he swallows down a sob. JORGE YOU'RE SO GOOD AT THIS.

"the past is always close behind."

the underworld: a summary

#epic #epic the musical #epic: the musical #epic: the underworld saga #the underworld saga #jorge rivera herrans #odysseus #anticlea #my heart #sobbing #crying #also gleeful because i really really love this album #polites #the underworld #epic the underworld saga

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hatchetmanofficial · 1 year

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ok. hear me out. alan's life is the funniest fucking thing, even if we're just looking at part of it - and today that part is probably how he got his job

since Alan likely hadn't known of supernatural shit before he decided to isolate in the woods, he was probably spooked a good few times or whatever

like, just imagine, this canadian dude is just sitting outside in the grass while looking at isopods and 'lil caterpillars, while also eating an ice cream sandwich, when, suddenly, standing right in front of him is carver's goofy-ah self being like "would you like a cup of tea and a glass of crackheadery, this fine evening, sir?" before punching him in the fucking face and dragging him out to hell

then, alan just has to have an existential crisis while trying to fight some british bitch with them 1-2-buckle-my-shoe sneakers who looks like the 17YO bad boy intern at the office in some who gets to fuck around and do whatever BC his dad's the CEO or whatever and BC it's a shitty YA book with no logic

and this is just how alan learns about the natural ecosystem of american fuckery before being handed a gun and told to go off someone or get ripped apart bone by bone BC, well, why not? and he just goes along with it, at first, out of pure fear; who wouldn't be scared of this kinda shit?

i mean, me, personally? if i saw the boss, i'd wanna tuck tail and head hell outta dodge; you don't fuck around in anywhere of america without losing a few fingers, or a whole limb; i'd sure as hell know from expirience (i'd put the shrugging emoji, but i can't even physically shrug anymore IRL, so, what's the point?)

TL;DR, alan's life sucks and i think about it...a lot...i guess

anyways, sorry if this makes no sense; i'm having citalopram withdrawals RN LOL

this is the funniest shit i've read

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laora-ryn · 1 year

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Anyway so we watched Promare for the first time Sunday, I went into it with zero knowledge beyond "blue haired titty man and small green haired person of indeterminate gender" and turns out I loved it

And the world they built is so interesting to me and tbh that was the thing that caught me the most at first? I think Lio's still my fave BUT I had some emotions about Galo just now and @ninthfeather told me to post them here, so

Like I feel like the defining Thing about galo in the movie, like obv he's a dumbass and embraces the dumbassery, and wraps it all in So Much Compassion and pours that into his work as a rescue firefighter

But the thing that hit me most in the movie is that in the cave. When lio's ko'ed him and ties him up and he's surrounded by people who are by all accounts his enemies. He sees a lady dying on the ground, a lady who according to the OVAs I haven't seen yet, who badly burnt him on his very first day on the job, and he begs lio to set him free so that he can help her

And the whole "I didn't think burnish ate food" (paraphrasing) "what the fuck, we're still human, don't be a shit head" followed by an immediate "oh fuck you're right, that was a shitty thing to say and think, I'm sorry"

Like that's not a thing that most people are willing to do?? Admit they fucked up and apologize for it??

And then afterward, lio, who he met like yesterday, who has been an ass to him the whole time, who is undeniably hostile to him and basically his enemy, tells him that the most important person in his life has been lying to him for twenty years, and that he's a horrible person and has done all sorts of horrible things

And I kind of expected galo to go full denial and/or existential crisis over it? But instead he listens to what lio says, and then goes to kray and asks him if what he said was true. And then when kray says that it is, he doesn't take up screen time with his breakdown or denials or anything. He immediately just goes "okay so turns out you're a shithead, we're no longer okay, I'm going to try and punch you and help the people you're hurting"

And like, X amount of time passes while he's in jail/lio's in the volcano and he almost definitely had a breakdown/crisis during that time since we see him crying in his cell. But it doesn't take screen time?

Like it happens but the next time we see him he's 100% on board with helping the burnish, and has no qualms about going up against kray, and just. Idk galo's just willingness to trust what people say and accept that his own worldview is wrong, and no matter how hard it is for him, to put aside his own feelings when other people's lives are at stake, idk I feel like that says a lot about him as a person

#Promare #Galo thymos #I hope I spelled his name right lol it's been a looooong day #Mine

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ohshy · 10 months

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random punch out headcanons (theyre a little king hippo skewed)

- aran ryan is really good at rhyming. he uses this to annoy people. One time, he wrote a purple prose joke letter to don flamenco which he thought was a genuine exclamation from his lover Carmen, only to find it signed ''(...) my stalwart bullfighting lion, you shine brightly like the mighty orion -> love, aran ryan ♥''. Needless to say, hell broke loose. Aran thought it was worth it though.

- because of aran's rhyming abilities, disco kid has asked him to do a music collab. big mistake, aran only wanted to create sea shanty inspired diss tracks.

- von kaiser is a polyglot !!! he knows almost every language every person speaks in the WVBA. He's not fluent in all of them, but he'll still happily translate for them, if their english is not the best, or if they simply feel more comfortable communicating in their native tongue.

- all the boxers have fanart walls. bear huggers fanart is either wholesome art of him holding or taking care of animals or scribbles of him eating a big raw fish. he thinks the latter r very funny.

- king hippo loves collecting little sea critter trinkets !!! he WILL infodump to you ab them. his favorite fish is the gulper eel, he looked at that fish and thought Hes just like me fr.

- glass joe is a disgruntled fashion snob. he WILL insult his fellow competitors' fashion tastes under his breath. army clothes? in a boxing ring? unfitting! leotards?! out of fashion! Even if other's overhear it, they just leave him be. He's the lowest ranking boxer of the WVBA, hes gotta release his frustration somehow, right?

- great tiger sometimes talks to his own clones if he needs advice or otherwise just wants someone to talk to. It helps him regulate his thoughts and emotions when hes overwhelmed.

- king hippo is the type to unintentionally spit some real wisdom. He even once (unintentionally) gave the materialistic super macho man an existential crisis w/ a pineapple metaphor. Don’t ask macho how, he’ll just spiral again.

- aran ryan, great tiger and piston hondo are in a constant prank war w/ eachother. if things go really awry, either bear hugger or mr sandman step in.

- king hippo's original ring name was ''the human hippo''. he changed it to ''king hippo'' after he became the minor circuit champion though. he, in a way, became king of the ring :)

- bald bull is quite the introverted guy, the press notwithstanding. he has a lot of energy that he can't always release onto a sparring partner. because of this, he's often an emotional mess that outs itself in pent-up aggression. additionally, most social situations are too overwhelming to him, even without the press, and the only opponent he can really equally spar with are his world circuit opponents and his punching bag.

- king hippo, bear hugger, great tiger and bald bull share a companionship for naming themselves after animals. They once tried to get super macho man to change his name to ''super macho shark'' and have mr sandman adopt a sheep gimmick.

- super macho man has ambitions to become the next us president. After he retires boxing, though.

#punch out #king hippo #aran ryan #great tiger #super macho man #bear hugger #disco kid #don flamenco #von kaiser #glass joe #piston hondo #piston honda #mr sandman #monkey brain typing #i am Totally Not projecting w/ some of these hcs #which ones? ill let you figure that one out :)

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inlocusmads · 3 months

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"We're A Serious Workplace!" ~ trystan x nora

More quick drabbles. Using @choicesfebruary2024 prompt "Eros"

wc: 1k-ish, teen and up

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“Why is it called a Cupid's arrow anyway?”

“Hm?”

Nora lowered down the newspaper. She'd gotten side tracked five times now. What she was supposed to be doing was scouting potential clients and contacting them to help them with their missing hats, books, trolleys, strollers, you get the idea. Business has been slow these days. It was only after February 16th did you get the momentum going, categorically speaking.

“Cupid's arrow. Why an arrow?”

“Well I suppose it has something to do with the story of arrows used commonly in Greek and Roman battlefields. Clearly was some kind of an -- important weapon to the Gods.” Trystan shrugged, drumming his fingers against the table thoughtfully. “Or maybe it is to show that love is blind. Since he appears to be blindfolded.”

“Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the arrow? It is all precise and everything.”

“You know what, I have no idea. It presents this moral argument.”

“Which is?”

“You cannot possibly punch them with love, can you?”

“And shooting people with bewitched arrows is somehow okay?”

“It hurts a lot less I am assuming. Magical arrows, different types - does it even pierce through the person's skin?”

“Most of the time it hits them like a paper ball or something.”

“Harmless. Exactly.”

“Still, arrows being associated largely with battles - is not exactly harmless.”

“Archery has evolved into a novelty sport.”

“Well so is -- uh, everything. Everything is a sport. Getting uh, groceries and -- uh, queuing. Jobs. Cellular services--”

“If that is your logic then everything is everything.”

Nora stared at Trystan before folding her newspaper.

“This is turning into an existential crisis.”

“Fair enough.”

“I still don't understand it.” Nora shrugged.

“Maybe it is not for us to understand.” Trystan started. “Love is this -- balloon people constantly pump air into. It does not need to consume every single aspect of our lives but it does. We love the things we do, the people around us - we love the deep seated dislike we have even though we cannot articulate it. We embrace contempt, we love to hate, we love to love and -- the balloon just keeps rising and rising with the air in and one day it shatters. And that's when you know you need to stop questioning things and just -- take where the river lets you go -- ouch! What was that for?”

Trystan massaged his shoulder where a scrunched up paper ball had landed squarely against it.

“Proves my point.”

“Which is -- to attack me? I am appalled at your lack of sense of sympathy during these trying times.”

“No, I mean - Cupid should just use paper balls.”

“You can't possibly aim right with a paper ball.”

“I could aim left though. It's such a stupid joke, I'm sorry.” Nora reached into her drawer of torn pages and made a nice compact stone-like structure for optimal pelting purposes. She tossed it to her left. It bounced a little off the door and landed squarely inside the waste paper basket.

“Beginner's luck.”

Nora threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Fine. Professional’s luck.” Trystan stood up to face her desk. He grabbed a book off the shelf. “I am going to hold this as still as I can. I am certain you cannot possibly land it on top of that cabinet right there.”

“This is a workplace.”

Trystan raised his brow. He didn't plead but Nora let out a sharp exhale and got to her feet.

“Oh shoot I am out of paper.”

“What do you mean, your desk is literally full of them.”

“You want me to tear papers from files? Really?”

“Cupid would sacrifice his paperwork in a heartbeat.”

“Cupid doesn't work a desk job. He gets to prance around and shoot people and make them fall in love.”

“Isn't that such a dream job?” Trystan perused through the book in his hand, as Nora searched for something to throw. “You get to take breaks whenever you like and cause problems for everyone, while you get to take a nice, happy vacation. I think he deserves to get reimbursed.”

“In what? Roman coins? Togas?” when Nora should be asking, “Why reimburse him at all?”

He thought for a moment. “A really nice retirement package. Also you are stalling.”

“I am not. I can't find a good throwaway piece of paper. Everything has some value. Trash is important. Bills? Important. Phone numbers I should have saved on my phone -- pretty darn important and-”

“How about that paperweight?”

“Seems fair. Pretty lightweight. Almost paper with the whole paper-mache thing happening in the -- okay --” Nora readied herself and she hit the book right in its dead centre enough to leave an impact. However, Trystan did not anticipate the exact weight and the sheer amount of brute force it could supply that he pushed back against the paperweight, as if he were playing tennis. The thing flew past Nora's head in a swift motion, shattered through the glass and never saw its place on the desk again. They had bigger problems to worry about. The giant gaping hole in the glass window probably being a .. problem for starters.

"Oh --- fuck."

For a minute there was silence. Two minutes passed and neither of them could breathe.

“Mafalda is going to kill us.” Nora whispered.

“Well. You could just -- draw the curtains back.” Trystan said, covering the scene up.

“And what if she pulls back the curtain?”

“A raccoon,” he decided.

“No raccoons are pretty big.”

“Small raccoons.”

“No, no, too -- implausible.”

“A stuffed dolphin. I have heard it is recommended to be very specific when you -- well, when the truth is -- when the actuality does not match up with the truth you -- saw.”

“I don't have a stuffed dolphin.”

“Can just be my Valentine's Day present to you.”

“What would I do with a stuffed dolphin?”

“It is a hypothetical situation! We need a tangible -- foundation! Now -- perhaps I can look up some material details. How strong is fur anyway?”

“Rats?” Nora suggested.

Trystan thought about it. “Rats infiltrating the office. No. It is an army of rats. No. Just one rat. It skidded down the table, jumped high up to reach the window sill and it ploughed through the window and down on the street.”

“Exactly. So it works?”

“Sure.” Trystan shrugged nonchalantly. “Want to go grab dinner?”

“Yes, sure. Let's go.”

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Once again not tagging people because.. drabbles lol. Drabbles. Drabbles everywhere.

#trystan x nora #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion #my drabbles

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monarch-moon · 9 months

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Re: that last reblog

I might get a few raised eyebrows over this but here goes...

TL;DR: Thanks to that post, I'm accepting that I'm not cut out for producing consistent forms of media, internalized ableism might be why, I'm not cancelling Elegy, but Imma just do whatever I want.

Full thing with explanations below, but beware, Imma get personal for a bit, and my experiences with ableism will be mentioned, which...I never really talk about outside of my innermost circles:

In the last several years, I always thought my inability to make comics or games or literally any other form of consistent medias was due to the fact that I "lacked discipline". That was reinforced by the fact that the artists I follow, a couple of my friends, and my fiancee, are all webcomic artists that handle/handled things at a moderately consistent pace. This was also reinforced by shit I was told when I was younger IRL, when my undiscovered neurodivergency was excused by shit like "you're lazy" or "you lack discipline" and other similar statements.

In the last several years, I've tried time and time again to make some consistent medium in which my stories can be told, namely comics and games. I wanted to believe that I was doing it for the love of my stories, but in truth, I was doing it to "improve my discipline", which inevitably, ended in failure time and time and time again, and with each failure, hatred for myself increased, and in the last couple of years....it began to extend to my confidence and my stories. It all ended in one thought to everything: There's something wrong with me.

Recently, I felt like I experienced an artist's existential crisis, thanks to the one-two punch of burnout from doing Elegy Chapter 1 and being slapped with arthritis-related issues: why do I create, am I a good artist, why do I love these stories, is there really a right way to tell a story, do I ACTUALLY love the stories I make?

Well obviously, yes, I do love the stories and worlds I create, but for whatever reason, I genuinely cannot get myself to do anything beyond disjointed art pieces of stuff that would be classified as "spoilers". My followers want something more than that, I thought. They want stories.

But then that post came across my dash, and I felt like I was hit with an epiphany.

For one, I was projecting onto the followers I do have. I know those that truly stick around through my inconsistencies after all these years will love the stuff I create no matter the form or medium, and no matter how out of context it is. I should believe that rather than the imaginary expectations that have been placed on me for years.

Two, it was never about a lack of discipline....I was actively working against my neurodivergent brain, AKA how I function entirely. Of course it wouldn't work! It's like asking a mircowave to be a washing machine! Realizing that lifted a huge weight off my shoulders as both an artist and a person.

Three, I create because I love to. That's it, that's all the reason is! I love the art of creating worlds and weaving stories and writing fun and complex characters, and I love seeing how they all interact and change and influence off each other! The world influences the characters, the character influences the story, the story influences the world.

Soooo, why not draw whatever I want, do whatever I want, and be whatever I want? Out of context sketches and arts and insane ramblings is just as valid as a medium right?

While I do have people who work on webcomics, I also know and follow people who do this exact thing: draw things relating to their story, attach a blurb to said pictures about their worlds and characters in various forms of medium, and nothing more.

So I'm going to try that. Forget the manga....well okay, I might still do smaller comics for funsies, but forget "proper" mediums, Imma do whatever I want, and I know people will love it, no matter the numbers! Gives me a LOT more room to experiment with different styles and mediums and the like!

If you've managed to read this far, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I do have a terrible relationship with social media and how the internet is nowadays, but I do cherish the followers that have stuck around this far. I wanna do things for y'all, but above all, do things for me.

#long post

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bananaraye · 9 months

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Good Omens Season 2 has been out for a bit, but I am unsure what tagging etiquette is at this point, so possible spoilers ahead if you haven't seen it.

While I was venting to a friend with a lot of patience (and who had watched both seasons as well) she said "You seem really ruffled, it's just a show. Why are you having an existential crisis about this?" Very soon after that, I read a post where Neil said something along the lines of "the ending made people feel something they weren't expecting to feel."

So, I did some chewing on this and realized it doesn't just boil down to my disappointed fangirly heart - in regard to a fandom/ship. I got punched a little lower.

I LOVE a good story. I LOVE A GOOD STORY WITH GOOD CHARACTERS. And if nothing else, I think we can agree that Good Omens is both of those things. So, I get attached. I get invested. The real world is kind of s***** right now. The outlook is gloomy. (I am generalizing here, I realize not everyone, possibly not even the majority of people feel this way.) So, we escape elsewhere - we escape into stories. The ending of season 2 didn't so much devastate me because it made me feel something I wasn't expecting - it turned my stomach over and broke my heart because it made me feel more of the same. That this world is in a crappy state and happy endings are a thing of the past. It warms me to see someone else - fictional as they may be - get one of these elusive happy endings. Yes, it was nice to see Gabriel and Beelzebub go off together AND they are not the characters that I am invested in the most, so it is a bit of a hollow victory. I guess the long and the short of this is, I'm exhausted from all the 'nope/rejection/division/heartbreak' the current real world seems to have and long to see more 'yes/acceptance/togetherness/happiness.' When the season came to a head, it just gave me an 'oh, more of this then.'

AND Neil is also correct. During the wonderful building dance of season 2, I was in no way prepared to be dropped back down into these emotions. I rode that well-crafted rollercoaster from start to finish, and like all good rides, I'm still running back to get in line for another go.

It's looking too hard at something that probably wasn't made to be looked so hard at AND sometimes it helps to work through your own crap by analyzing something else. For anyone who relates, I feel you, you aren't alone in the void.

Also, I still loved every friggin' moment and if the real world comes to an end before a Good Omens season 3, I will... I will be very upset.

#gos2 spoilers #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #GO s2 gave me an existential crisis #neil gaiman #neil gaiman why #neil gaiman thank you #Can we get GO season 3 before the second coming #Reading too much into everything

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monica! i need your best slow burn pining recommendations, i feel like you're the right person to ask <3

TURNS OUT THIS WAS ACTUALLY A WAY HARDER QUESTION TO ANSWER THAN I EXPECTED AND IT SENT ME INTO A DEEP EXISTENTIAL CRISIS ;;;;;;;;;

the thing is. i feel like 'slow burn' is an extremely subjective concept. for example, the only criteria a lot of people take into consideration to define a story as slow burn is when the characters enter an official romantic relationship, but to me it's also a matter of the characters' awareness when it comes to their own feelings: i personally have a hard time labeling a story as slow burn if the characters are attracted to each other from the first episode, or if one of them is already in love with the other at the beginning of the show, even if it may take them the rest of it to officially get together. and on the other hand, just because the characters aren't attracted to each other right away that doesn't automatically make it a slow burn to me

if i went with my idea of slow burn, tho, this list would be REALLY SHORT (like.. probably only 3 series would fit that ;;;;;;;), so first and foremost i’ve tried to pick shows that i think are the closest to my personal view of what a slow burn is and that have a good balance between pining, awareness and official romantic status, but after that im also gonna give you some different options just to cover a bit more ground, so here we go!!!!!

CLOSEST TO MY IDEA OF SLOW BURN

a tale of thousand stars. what could i even say about this show that hasn’t already been said. it simply has everything: great story, great characters, great chemistry, great slow burn and tension and pining that will make you scream at your screen.

enchanté. this show isn’t half as bad as most people say it is and this is a hill im willing to die on. features one of the best childhood friends to lovers romances with levels of tension and pining that are honestly out of this world and that made me want to punch through a wall in multiple occasions, which is why im willing to put it in the slow burn section even if it’s obvious that both akk and theo are aware of their own feelings for the other since the beginning.

i told sunset about you. it’s hard for me to call a show with only 5 episodes a slow burn, and yet it still very much feels like one. i don’t talk much about itsay because it speaks to the queer experience in a way that hits a bit too close to home for me, but the chemistry and the tension are truly unparalleled (in this house we do not talk about i promised you the moon tho).

my ride. kind overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in one of the softest, sweetest, most underrated slow burn romances ever put on screen. i don’t really know what else to say except that this is one of my comfort show and that it never fails to make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

SOTUS. look.. im fully aware this show has its issues. aside from the hazing (which personally doesn’t bother me, but i know it can be triggering for other people), it belongs to a generation of BL where the concept of any other sexuality aside from straight and gay did not exist, so you will have to bear with now thankfully outdated tropes like ‘gay for you’ and a certain amount of sex negativity. despite all this, it still does many things right, including giving us an enemies to lovers slow burn romance that to this day no other BL can compare to.

triage. TIME LOOP + MEDICAL MURDER MYSTERY + SLOW BURN = A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN. i know this show isn’t for everyone – for some it’s too slow and complicated, for others there’s not enough romance – but it is made for me specifically and i will never stop recommending it.

the untamed. okay so.. i guess technically we can’t call this a BL because the show has been edulcorated by chinese censorship, but even if there are no kiss and no actual declaration of love in the series, this is still very much a romance, and it’s also the perfect example of what slow burn is to me: excruciating and with the power to reduce you to a rabies-ridded violent little gremlin.

vice versa. IM THE MOST PREDICTABLE WOMAN ON EARTH IM SORRY. and alright, this may be a little bit of a stretch because if i put vice versa here then it’s fair to argue i should put other shows as well, BUT IN MY DEFENSE. episode 6 and episode 7 caused me irreparable damage with how much i was screaming at my screen for puen and talay to just kiss and get together already. these two idiots also confirmed their status only in the last part of the very last episode, and just for that they deserve a spot here. ABSOLUTE BUFFOONERY.

other shows that fit this and that are not my cup of tea but maybe they’re yours:

stay with me [cw: sad ending]

SHOWS THAT I THINK COULD BE CONSIDERED SLOW BURN (maybe. possibly. perhaps? ;;;;;)

dear doctor i’m coming for soul

i will knock you (is this show good? no. did i watch it until the very end laughing my ass off and having the time of my life? yes. it is EXTREMELY cringey and pretty low quality tho, so be aware of that ;;;;;;)

ingredients

light on me

my tooth your love

our dining table

unintentional love story

other shows that fit this and that are not my cup of tea but maybe they’re yours:

minato shouji’s coin laundry

step by step

MORE OF A NICE SIMMER TO A ROILING BOIL BUT THE PINING IS DELICIOUS

2gether

my school president

old fashion cupcake

we best love: nr. 1 for you

other shows that fit this and that are not my cup of tea but maybe they’re yours:

plus and minus

NOT SLOW BURN TO ME BUT THE RELATIONSHIP IS DEVELOPED NICELY AND/OR THERE IS SOME GOOD PINING

bad buddy

blueming

the eighth sense

history 3: trapped

laws of attraction

love tractor

not me

semantic error

#IDK IF I ENDED UP PUTTING TOO MANY TO COVER MORE GROUND IM SORRY ;;;;;;;#i swear i also tried to do research on what people consider slow burn but it wasn’t really helpful ;;;;;;;#i also feel like all of these shows are already well known so idk if i were helpful at all ;;;;;;;#if you give me your definition of slow burn i could try and be more specific tho!!!!!#just let me know and thank you for asking me this!!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!! 💜#bl recs #show recs #m: ask

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Hey, how ya feeling? How's your mood? Nobody asked but it's somewhere between sick and tired. If you're wondering. Oh, or it's always some level of this in the background at all times.

Like I have a bone to pick with Caligula Effect 2 for the emotional damage it hit me with right from the gate and with Sasara and Machina's stories in particular.

As someone who has constantly had to reckon with the concept of mortality since they were born- This narrative seemed incredibly mishandled in comparison to everything else. You have the other go home club members and the musicians' problems and these two are just over here reckoning with the existential dread that comes with knowing you are going to die.

One of them one day soon and the other who knows when. I was playing this and talking to Sasara during her like dive deeper and when I said I understood where she was coming from I wasn't trying to be fucking nice I genuinely understood where she was coming from. I was born with seriously bad asthma I learned that I can die literally directly after I learned words because it was explained to me I could when I understood words.

In order to explain why yeah you need to sleep with this breathing machine on, why, because if you don't you have a high chance of your breathing ceasing in your sleep and you die, what's that, it's when you stop existing don't worry it happens to everyone. I spent the first seven years of my life going to sleep with the lingering idea of death over my head. It is not comparable to the other issues displayed here.

Having the game start off on that for people with experiences like mine gives this impression of seriousness that the rest of the story fails to properly deliver on that ultimately comes off belittling to the fact that the concept was brought up at all. Song is amazing as hell but I wanted to punch this game in the face when Sasara had the audacity to ask Machina if he was over his fear of death.

I literally said no he's not because that's not how that fucking works but he at least probably knows he wants to live, and he can't remain in constant fear of death while trying to do that. Like I understand wanting to rush towards death and met a fulfilling end on your own terms instead of just waiting for it to happen one day as Sasara continually does throughout two, I understand being afraid of the sometimes slow and sadly at times very quick demise an degradation of everything around you.

I understand this quite well. Yet having that compared that very ever present and life freezing fear and wait for the inevitable brough up right before going into a story about idols and burnout. That's a jarring shift in tone. One of these people is having a fucking existential crisis at their first run in with death and the other is bitter over an asshole idol.

I know everyone's struggles are different but it's very demeaning. Then they even have Machina pseudo die in the plot the thing he was most afraid of happening and it kind of plays this off as humorous while I'm just here like bet. It isn't lost on me that it took a near death experience for him to realize he wanted to live and there were in fact a lot of things he wants to do with his life. Yet...literally no one else here had to face their fears at all.

So, it's kind of weird this was put in to what? Fuck with people who actually share this fear that shit was wild. I was just was shocked into silence it was like I know you're treating this seriously yet at the same time is this a fucking joke to you kept running through my mind given my own experiences. It wouldn't have been wild if his near death experience made him even more afraid. It's good it didn't but still.

It was a mix of I understand but I'm soooo angry right now you wouldn't believe. It was like accurate depictions but fuck you. It was like decent but if given the choice between accepting this as fine or burning the code of this game with a flamethrower out of spite I'd choose the latter. Well, that just means he properly depicted the trauma and recognized everyone's struggles would be different and included various different struggles to better highlight a wider group of people. This was pretty inclusive.

That's not bad writing, that's a good thing. Yeah, you're right. That's why the game is good. People should play it.

However, it's important to recognize that the overarching theme of Caligula Effect 2 is death. Coming to terms with it and the many ways it can happen. Be it through one's own will, murder, natural causes, or happenstance. From that standpoint starting with Sasara and Machina makes thematic sense. However, it can dampen the stakes in every other instance after. Making them come off to some players as petty arguments that honestly did not need to happen at points if one were to compare those parts in isolation.

From insulting someone else's attempts at art, to arguing about idol culture- Never really picking back up that severity until like Shota's area and the choice with Marie. In comparison to dealing with the reality of one's mortality, deciding whether or not to die to make sure all of your friends can get out of here safely or tough it out with the unknown (Marie), to deciding to end your own life due to all the responsibilities and pressures thrusted upon you by others and society along with a lack of support (Regret).

I can thematically understand something and be like this was not it this theme at times felt really disconnected from the rest of the story and own a personal level offended me. I can also recognize a personal issue as a personal issues.

None of this makes this a bad game. It's a good game. It has good writing and characters. This just means my experience with it was ultimately impacted by my own relation to the theme of the work outside of the work itself. Now for all I know they expected and hoped people with that particular issue would play the game and learn something from it.

However, I'm at a point where I'm comfortable saying that lesson simply was not meant for me. I was at a point in my life where that would be counterproductive and most of what it set out to teach was something I already knew. Song is still amazing though. But like man it was an experience...

#gunsli rambles

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scandinavianfairytale · 2 years

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Build this home - Him

Part 1

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: Near death experience, army things, dying, injuries, fighting, slight existential crisis 😅

Link to the series Masterpost 😊

There have been countless of times when Colonel Rick Flag almost lost his life. There was that time in Afghanistan when the grenade exploded right next to him and in Libya, where he was taken hostage and was about to get executed when his team found him and rescued him. And when he was almost shot by friendly fire in Bosnia.

He was never scared or worried. It was like he knew in his heart of hearts that he wasn't going to die.

But today was different. He pulled the metal pipe out of his abdomen and he saw the blood starting to soak his shirt and the man in front of him stood up so quickly, as if the whole building didn't just colapse on both of them. Rick knew he had to move and he stood up just in time to evade the punch aimed at his face. Both soldiers were without proper weapons and he knew that it'll come down to endurance - how many punches will they be able to take. He was thrown around like he weighted nothing, his opponent was apparently much stronger and Rick was slowly losing his resolve with each punch he took. He was so tired.

Of the missions.

Of all the orders.

Not knowing the big picture.

Not having a stable life.

As his head hit the stone wall and his vision blurred and his strength to stand up again dissipated, he thought back on his life. What was his legacy? How many bridges did he burn? And for what? For his career? The same one that was now slowly leading him towards the edge of the cliff.

I wish I did things differently. Was the last thought that went through his head as he lost consciousness.

He woke up in a hospital. The room was too bright and everything hurt.

"Colonel Flag, you're finally awake." The nurse noticed his open eyes. She immediately called the doctor and the woman performed a quick exam, before she called his superior and told him how he's been healing.

"It's a miracle you're alive, Colonel." The doctor told him. "You were pronounced dead on the spot, but you woke up as the medic was zipping up the bag. You scared that boy half to death." She observed him as she spoke. Rick let out a short snort and immediately regretted it as the stabbing pain reminded him that everything was still tender if not broken.

"What kept you alive?" She asked.

"I guess I'm just not done living." He guessed. He wasn't sure himself. Though he assumed it could've been regret that kept him alive. Or a want for more.

"You're still healing. It'll take some time before you'll be able to go back to work. And even then I'll make sure you're put on desk duty until you are completely healed." The doctor smiled and patted his shoulder before walking out.

His superior arrived shortly after. He was happier than Rick himself by the fact that he was alive. There were missions and soldiers waiting for Colonel Flag to be healed.

As Rick listened to his superior, his mind started to drift. He died and came back to life to what? Continue down this path?

"Colonel, do you agree?" The stern voice cut through Rick's train of thoughts.

"Sir." Rick briefly nodded, before the man saluted and wished him a speedy recovery. Rick reached for his phone and started opening apps on his phone.

It was 2022 but he spent more time on the battlefield than in the modern world, so he turned to what was the last thing he actually still knew - chatrooms. He searched for a topic he wanted to discuss but he didn't find any so he typed it himself.

Is this all there is?

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

The GIF doesn't belong to me, belongs to the talented creator 🙏😊

I started a new series 🙌😅 so let's see how it'll turn out 🙈🤞

#joel kinnaman #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag imagine #build this home #him #fanfic #series #suicide squad

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Your post the other day got me thinking and sparked my interest - I haven’t bought a manga in years. Do you have any recommendations, especially more current?

OMG! I love this topic.

okay, so i actually don’t know what genre you’re into with regards to manga, but judging from your other interests, i’d say you’re into Shonen/ Fantasy/ Action/ Historical

some of these you might have already heard about, but these really are my favorite from recent years, and they're all excellent:

1. Attack on Titan - set in a post-apocalyptic world where the last of humanity are stuck inside a gated community surrounded by what they call The Walls because there are man-eating giants outside to get them. this is like the Game of Thrones of manga, in that it's like super dark, gritty and harrowing. lots of mysteries and conspiracies and real-world parallels with social issues that plague us today. the early volumes are especially top-notch. everytime i read this, i'm like "humanity is shit" but also somehow i still want to root for us lol. i cried a lot here.

2. One Punch Man - about a depressed and bored superhero facing an existential crisis because he's become so strong he can defeat any (and i mean ANY) monster and villain with just one punch. lmao sounds ridiculous but that's the point because it's really a satirical look into the superhero genre. it subverts a lot of your expectations into that kind of narrative because it directly exposes tropes. really funny (like, the main character treats average things like budgeting and groceries as his biggest problems like the rest of us), but also action-packed and the main plot and mystery just gets better and better over time.

3. Akatsuki No Yona - well, this one isn't a shonen because the main character here is a woman and romance is a huge part of the story. BUT it is not the driving force of the plot. it's really more about politics, leadership, adventure, etc. the lore is really rich, too, imo. and Yona (the MC) is one of the most inspiring female characters i've ever encountered in manga. this is the story of how she, a once sheltered princess in a once "peaceful" kingdom, had to escape the palace after the emperor got murdered during a mutiny. on the run from her enemies, she soon learned that the world outside the palace is far from the idyllic place she once thought, and from her dealings with the common people, found her strength and grew to be a great leader in her own right all while trying to stop the ongoing war and take back the kingdom from her foes. (it's a very I JUST LOVE WHEN WOMEN! type of story)

4. My Hero Academia - this one I think is the most typical shonen story in this list (you know, the very untalented and weak protagonist who grew to be the most powerful one by sheer willpower coupled with a heart of gold). but it executes the genre's tropes and cliches really well, me thinks, and that's why it's wildly popular today. it's set in a world where having "quirks" or superpowers are common, and yet Midoriya (the MC) doesn't have one...even though his dream is to be the greatest superhero like his idol All Might. long story short, they meet and All Might, after seeing how Midoriya possesses the most important quality of a hero, passes his quirk onto him. and thus starts Midoriya's journey of proving that he deserves that power and living up to his idol's name. also cried a lot reading this. (lmao notice the pattern)

5. Kingdom - this is like...one of my most favorite mangas i've ever read. i'd say it's up there with One Piece as one of the best in the shonen genre. the main story is a fictionalized account of the Warring States period of China and it's told mainly from the POV of a young and poor war orphan who joined the military and rose to be one of its greatest generals. if you're into history, philosophy, politics, battlefield strategies and tactics--i couldn't recommend this manga enough. the characterization and story progression are A++. lots of epic moments and speeches that made me shiver and cry buckets. and it constantly ups the stakes and introduces allies you'll love and enemies you'll come to respect. (also...i love the female characters here.)

***sorry for this long ass answer you didn't ask for btw lmao***

#manga #attack on titan #one punch man #akatsuki no yona #my hero academia #kingdom

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pudgy-planets · 2 years

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The layers to this amuse me.

Aphrodite and Deathmask embracing this is in their character, especially manga Deathmask since he’s effeminate and sassy as hell. (thanks Deathtoll)

Dohko is ready to SERVE some beverages.

Saga and Kanon are the middle ground because they’d rather do anything but this, and they’re rolling with the punches. Kanon knows damn well he looks good.

Shion is in the same vein as Dohko, ready to work and get out of this thing as quickly possible.

Milo and Aiolia want to the helllllll out of there and those fits, being naked would be less embarrassing. Same with Shura.

Camus’ face of stoic curiosity is beautiful and the red hair compliments this perfectly: I shouldn’t put this on… HOWEVER-

Shaka’s just cool with this. He does not mind the circumstances he’s faced with at this moment and time.

Mu is having an existential crisis and Aldebaran is trying his absolute hardest to bring him down to earth.

Rhadamanthys’ entire face is conviction to not be outperformed by the gold saints (or gold maids-), embarrassment and blows to his pride for the unbecoming nature of the outfit, and utter disgust.

Aiacos would rather get hit with a thousand Gen Ma Ken’s than be here right and Minos… it’s Minos what else would you expect.

#mun says things

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sherwoodknights · 2 years

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HAPPY BARRICADE DAY!!!

I have absolutely 0 new content to share with my fellow revolutionaries to celebrate

So instead I offer you my rather long and rambling notes I made after watching the Les Mis tour in Manchester a couple of months ago

Quick warning; They're absolutely feral and incomprehensible

Pre:

• Cafe Rouge for a meal beforehand. Very French, definitely felt like I could organise a revolution in there. Set the mood very well

• Lime Bar for drinks. Less mood-setting, but I did get a martini so it was worth it

• MERCH! Got a tote bag and a keyring along with the programme because of course I did

Act 1:

• Look Down did not shy away from attacking people damn. Many dudes got punched multiple times each, special RIP to the guy who got whipped 30 seconds into the song

• Okay yeah no I see where the Earl Carpenter hype comes from. His Bishop is pretty dilf-y

• Dean just kept wandering aimlessly in Soliloquy, idk if it's intentional I just noticed it.

• KATIE!!! BELOVED

• Yeah the foreman is completely hateable, I despise him, get your hands off her, that's enough sir

• I Dreamed A Dream 🥺🥺🥺🥺 need I say more?

• Also Fantine got thrown onto the floor at least 5 times in the space of about 10 minutes like girl are you good do you need me to punch some bitches for you

• Lovely Ladies was fun all things considered

• Except for the foreman showing up and being Fantine's first customer (he looks her up and down and calls her "the virtuous Fantine" again, which made me want to punch him even more and then throw up)

• The Arrest was fine, there was just one small moment where Nic's timing was completely out and it just annoyed me lmao

• There was a really cute moment at the end of Who Am I where not-Valjean gets set free and there was a woman (presumably his wife) who just ran to him and he did the whole "pick up and spin her around" hug and it was adorable

• Confrontation my beloved, the chain choreography was wonderful (and kinky, I'm not complaining)

• Castle On A Cloud was adorable, nothing more to say

• RIP to the dude who got bullied for the entire first verse and chorus of Master Of The House it was very funny

• My gender is the multiple dandies in Master of the House also, there were several and I loved them all

• "BYE COURGETTE" *proceeds to make out with his wife on the stairs while laughing like a madman* ugh thenardier my beloathed funnyman <333

• The little meet-cute between Cosette and Marius was adorable, he bumps Into her and she just Falls On The Floor and stares up at him, it's so sweet

• GAVROCHE PLAYING POLICE OFFICER WITH THE BATON HE STOLE AKSJSIEKEKE BELOVED I CARE

• I love Eniolras' logic during Red and Black of "confiscate Grantaire's alcohol.... but give it back to him two seconds later so he can make a dick joke at Marius' expense"

• THE AMIS PLAYING PIGGY IN THE MIDDLE WITH GRANTAIRE AND HIS BOTTLE AKSNEKSNSNDKDNDND

• There was this moment of just. silence. after the Lamarque news came and everyone found a seat and took a second, it really hit me in the feels for some reason

• One Day More. Iconic. Wonderful. Funny little marching.

Act 2:

• The barricade reveal was fun, very dramatic I loved it

• CURSE LES MIS TUMBLR FOR INFORMING ME OF EARL'S BARRICADE CHARACTER, I KEPT WATCHING HIM

• On a related note, Earl made guarding Javert his Job And Business™️ and kept getting annoyed at anyone who went near him, especially Valjean, who looked like he got a death glare

• Eponine was glorious and wonderful and radiant and everything good in the world, her voice was incredible (kinda reminded me of Eva Noblezada) On My Own and Little Fall Of Rain were equal parts beautiful and heartbreaking

• Drink With Me was great with the added Enjoltaire bonus of E being the one to reach for R, and R resisting and moving away

• GAVROCHE AND GRANTAIRE RIGHTS OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

• After Drink With Me, Grantaire went to his corner to stew in his drunk loneliness and existential crisis, but Gavroche just ran over to him and gave him the most adorable "I don't care if you're twice my height, I'll hug your damn knees if I have to" hug and Grantaire was stroking his hair and being a protective bro, then they settled together for all of Bring Him Home 🥺🥺🥺

• Gav flipping off Javert, yes my feral child, get him, destroy him

• And to immediately destroy that image, Gav's death was absolutely tragic, as expected. He finished the little bit of Little People stood on a railing on the barricade and then gets shot, where he falls in Enjolras' arms. Grantaire realises what's happened and races to Enj, who just silently places the body in his arms. R just sort of carried him to the corner of the stage, kept trying to shake him awake and stuff, and fucking collapsed, he was silently grieving over Gav through half of the battle.

• THEY ALSO SPOTLIGHTED EVERY GUY AS THEY DIED. THERE WAS NO MISSING WHO WAS GONE, THERE WAS FULL FOCUS ON THEM THANKS TO THE LIGHTING.AND THEY WERE ALL GOING FOR IT ACTING-WISE, YALL WERE SHOUTING EACH OTHERS NAMES AND CRYING OUT, THEY WERE NOT PLAYING AROUND

• Enj climbs a railing similar to Gav then falls backwards behind the barricade when he's shot, Grantaire sees it and climbs up enough to be visible so they can shoot him. It was devastating.

• Turning was so haunting man. It was also kinda wholesome in that some of the women were clearly upper class while some definitely weren't, but they all comforted each other and left together

• Empty Chairs fucking DESTROYED ME HOLY SHIT! THEY ALL BLEW OUT THE CANDLES TOGETHER AND WALKED OFFSTAGE, BUT ENJOLRAS STAYED FOR A SECOND AND PUT HIS HAND TO HIS HEART BEFORE LEAVING UGH IT WAS THE MOMENT THAT PUSHED ME TO THE VERGE OF TEARS

• In order to distract me from this, I paid much more attention to the ensemble than I should have during the wedding because then I could pretend that yeah that's definitely just Grantaire with a ponytail dancing with Cosette, everyone's alive and well and doing just fine, nobody's dead (Applying the Hamilton logic of ponytail=new character is out of the question here boys, it's matter of my sanity being at stake, ponytail=same character they're all okay and the National Guard just has stormtrooper level aim)

• "This one's a queer, but what can you do?" Said one proceeds to do the most gloriously homosexual laugh, followed by The Gay Run™️ across stage, beautiful

• Earl's footman character looked like he needed a raise honestly, I don't think he's getting paid enough to deal with these idiots

• I had to resist the urge to cheer when Marius punched Thenardier. Eponine would be so proud of him <3

• The Bishop hugging Valjean when he goes to heaven, we love to see the dilf solidarity in this house

#barricade day #barricade day 2022 #les mis uk tour #les miserables #les amis de l'abc #les mis #jean valjean #javert #fantine les mis #cosette #marius pontmercy #cosette fauchelevent #eponine thenardier

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