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palilious · 1 year
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He doesn't like horror games another commish for a client on twt!
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benevolenterrancy · 2 years
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I started replaying TW3 and gambesons are hands down my favourite type of armour in the game, especially the atrocious green and plum coloured one
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"Holding your sword awakened the magic within me."
"You're never beating the allegations."
I mean, I was gonna make a post about the metaphor of Chip's magic manifesting initially as water and ice-based spells, as if a physical manifestation of his grief in missing Gillion and how it only changed to fire after they got Gill back, but like. They kinda just did it for me.
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Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20's Burrow's End episode 10 (finale)
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kitamars · 1 year
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here are all the illustrations i made for the first chapter of two shorten the road! it was a lot of fun working on this, and i really hope you all enjoy this and what’s to come! enjoy ^^
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Hobie Brown's Living Room on the S.S Anne Ark
Hobie's living room on the houseboat complete with graffiti, boatcats, and a juke box he's customed himself.
(In depth explainer below - click for higher rez)
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Diane took this photo early in the morning while Hobie was still sleeping upstairs. It seems like Moto the cat is already up. [Light mentions of my Spidersona Disco-Spider Diane below] The S.S Anne Ark (get it- AnArch?) is Hobie's home, and arguably his favorite place in the world.
Gifted to him by an old geezer Hobie used to work for, he's been living on Anne for 4 years now - since he was 16.
And this is his living room.
Hobie is by no means a homebody, but when he is home, he spends most of his time here - reading, writing songs, and listening to music.
The Living Area -
Feel free to imagine a LOT more junk here. The living room floor is always covered with his projects - songbooks, or patches, zines - whatever art he's making then. Cause Hobie is always making art. His couch might as well be older than him - and he found it on a curb in Tower Hamlets, called a few favors, and somehow got it in here. But it's the most comfortable thing you'll ever sit on.
The Music/Recording Area -
Almost every song Hobie has recorded or written in the past 4 years has been here. Hobie keeps most of his music equipment in the wooden cabinet and the good stuff that can't fit gets put on display. There's a microphone rigged to the ceiling and mixing equipment for recording. Hobie's motto is the louder the better, and it's a good thing the windows are re-enforced, because his speakers are loud enough to make the glass rattle. There's also a vintage jukebox that Hobie had bartered for a couple years back. Now, he loves tickering with it. He's swapped out the old 50's songs for something more his taste tho.
The Kitchen Area -
Hobie can cook, and he loves it, but being a street kid for so long, he's hardly ever gotten in the habit of doing it. Hobie's kitchen is sparce, partly because the boat is off the grid. His cupboards are mainly full of books and shoes, and his oven is rarely used. However, he has a grill on the back deck - and that's where he does most of his cooking. Once Gwendy came around, Hobie got a lot more into cooking, the kid seemed like she needed a homecooked meal. Hobie mainly eats cheap street food - street kid habits -frequenting fish n' chip places and kebab shops, and yeah, he calls the dude behind the counter 'boss' or something. He also eats a lot of food from convivence stores, like packaged sandwiches and cold pastas. Because they're easy to carry, and when he was younger, they were (literal) life-savers. The taste gives him nostalgia. The thing he makes most in the kitchen is beans on toast. Diane finds it disgusting, which Hobie finds hilarious.
The BoatCats
Hobie is a man of many cats. He looks after the dock and alley cats, catching fish on early mornings (yes, he fishes) to give to them before he has breakfast. All of them have names, and none of them have collars. And Hobie loves them all. Those that are a bit older, weaker, or just want to - get to come live with him as BoatCats. Pictured here: Left - Moto (Personality: Feisty, Calm, Curious) Right - Pierogi, also known as Rogi (Personality: Cuddly, Talkative, Friendly) Hobie does not care much for their genders, and doesn't check.
More about The S.S Anne Ark (I'll be posting an explainer with the outside, layout, etc)
The S.S Anne Ark is a modified wide-beam canal boat. Completely off-the-grid, and DIY'd by him, it's Hobie's pride and joy. The Anne Ark is three levels tall - a 'ground' floor, and upstairs, and a locked basement below the deck. Pictured is the living room. To the left - beside the windows - there is a hallway that leads to Hobie's workshop and the basement Hobie choses to firmly keep private. Not even Gwen, Pavi or Diane have been down there. To the right behind the cat tree is the stairs up to Hobie's bedroom. (You walk up those stairs, hit the landing, turn and go up again.) The Anne Ark has two 'bedrooms' and one 'bathroom'. Hobie's bedroom is what was once the control room, gutted and converted. The second bedroom was once a small equipment space. The small bathroom is up there as well - but it's more of a wet room, with a shower and toilet. There's a sink to wash your hands on the second floor outdoor deck, but it's either that or the kitchen sink.
But that's Anne Ark! And after years of squatting and homelessness as a streetkid, Hobie considers Anne his forever home. And he takes pride in that.
He tries pride in opening Anne's doors for others too - kids in the same spot he was, who just need a little help.
Other little facts about Anne Ark:
Hobie's leather jacket is on the couch. He has multiple, he can't be walking around in the same jacket as Spiderpunk 24/7, right? He has a couple, and the ones he stops wearing, he donates. He usually starts a new one when the last is too cover in patches to continue.
The Anne Ark changes colors.
Diane throws rager after-parties on Anne Ark after the band's shows. She has her own apartment she loves to death, and doesn't sleep over often - maybe staying a weekend or two a month, or crashing after a party. In turn, Hobie hardly ever sleeps at hers. Mainly because her place is merticulously pink, and she says he messes up her throw pillows. He disagrees with the idea of unusable pillows. And with her own crib and bed a portal jump away, they don't feel the need to bunk together. Non-conventional relationship and all that. [Insert scene of Barbie being like 'why would you wanna stay over?? :) This is MY dreamhouse lol <3 ]
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So uhhhhh, that's his living room.
I tried to get it as genuinely close how it looks in me paracosm (i JUST learned that word), based on how Diane sees it. All of this is based off of headcanon and I see it when I'm in the space.
Some things may be left out for sake of space and simplicity - but this is mainly it - as accurately as I could reasonably get it.
If you read this far, THANK YOU - I really appreciate it and it genuinely means a lot! As usual, you will take this photo of Hobie, and pretend this is normal behavior.
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I said I’d be writing a Miguel O’Hara fan fiction. This is my first time actually posting a fan fic. It’s a slow burn, a brief summary is you’re a journalist in Nueva York. And your saved by the one and only Spiderman 2099.
If this does well I’ll post part two, I’ve already finished writing this fan fic in Google Docs and it does get smutty so I’ll be sure to disclose that if, again, this does well.
Part one | Part two | Part three
TW: Action Sequence, Violent Crime, Weapons, and Retaliation
Word count: 1,371
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When you published that article against Alcamex and their unethical working conditions and practices you didn’t expect that you’d get your ass handed to you for it. Or that you’d meet the one and only spiderman because of it. Fidgeting and squirming in your seat as your publisher agonizes over your article. You watch their eyes skimming over the screen. “So… what’s the verdict?” you ask anxiously.
“Well I think it’s fantastic, well written, academic. This is probably the best thing you’ve written yet” they look up over their glasses at you. “However, I hope you’re ready for the repercussions that will come from this. This will put a target on your back and you need to be prepared for that.”
You laugh a bit, sweat starting to make your collar damp. “I think I’ll be fine, what are they gonna do? Threaten me? Sue me? I’m the best journalist in Nueva York. There would be too much media coverage if they did anything to me.”
“Can you be sure of that?”
Weeks later and those words are still echoing in your mind as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if it really was worth it in the end. As predicted those death threats came through but surprisingly there hasn’t been any legal action taken against you. The worst part is that’s what you’re most anxious about, ‘why hasn’t mr. Stone taken action yet’ you think to yourself.
Eventually after rolling your anxieties through your mind a few more times you slip into a restless sleep. Tossing and turning for a few hours before you hear something on the fire escape, eyes flying open the sudden noise shocking your system. At first you think it’s nothing, your downstairs neighbor uses the fire escape more often then you’d like but in an apartment complex can you really have peace? You try to roll over and go back to sleep when the sound of your window creaking open makes you sit up. Your heart rate rises and you can feel your breath quicken, you wait a few moments before hearing the window slide back in place.
‘Oh god I’m gonna die’ you think to yourself. In a panic you reach for the bat you keep beside your bed and slip a sock on the thicker end in case the intruder catches it. You slowly creep towards your door frame and tuck away in your closet, trying to take deep breaths to calm your heart. ‘Please just be a really smart racoon or possum or something’.
Your breath hitches as the door starts to slowly creaking open, eyes widening as you see a masked person creep in holding a gun. You swallow hard and wait for them to be fully in the room before jumping out and swinging at the intruder's head. Luckily for you, your sock trick has been successful, you don’t have enough time to figure out how they turned and caught the bat so quickly before you take another swing at their chest this time. You land a nice wack to their right side and watch the gun drop, kicking it across the room. You drop the bat before jumping onto the intruder as they scramble for the gun despite their new injury.
What you didn’t anticipate is that the intruder would have a friend come along with them, you feel hands grab your sides and gasp as you’re pried off your original target and tossed to the ground. You scramble to your feet and manage to dodge a punch before intruder number two lands a punch to your ribs. You gasp and grit your teeth, swinging at their head before hearing a gunshot ring out and feeling the skin on your side rip. You scream out and hold your side, luckily it just side swiped you, the adrenaline is keeping you going as you rush to the kitchen to get a knife or some other weapon. You dive behind the counter as more gunshots ring out, you can hear the wood slipping as the bullets claw through the island counter.
You wait for the gunshots to cease before grabbing the knife block, quickly ducking again and grabbing the giant chef's knife. ‘I’m so glad I sharpened these’ you think to yourself, trying to peek through the bullet holes at your attackers. You feel one of the aspiring murders grab your hair before you see them, scream out as they drag you around the counter and toss you across the room. You try to reorient yourself and get a grasp of your surroundings, the room is pitch black and all you can do is hold the knife close to your body, ready to be used.
“Who the fuck are you?! What do you want from me?!” you yell out, your eyes finally start to adjust and you see one of your attackers start to charge you. You slash the knife wildly and manage to catch their chest, you hear them scream out before they slap the knife out of your hand. You try to dive for it but the intruder grabs your arm and drags you back. “Get the fuck away from me! Get off me!”
In a panic you pull against the intruder and manage to bite his hand, your mouth filling with a metallic taste as he yells out again and punches you right in the nose. You’re instantly crying from the impact, hearing a sickening crack as your nose starts to spill blood down your face. Before you can think, you feel a gun press to your forehead and you start shaking.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was accepting your fate but you find yourself glaring up at your attackers, giving them a challenging look.
“Fucking shoot you coward” you grit out.
You close your eyes, anticipating the bullet to crash through you before hearing one of the intruders shout and the gun being removed from your forehead. Your eyes shoot open and you can see the man’s hand wrapped in glowing red rope, the glass from the window scattered across the floor as a man climbs through. All you can do is watch as the new contender kicks the original intruder and starts wrapping them in the ropes.
You feel pain enveloping your head again and scream out as the second intruder grabs your hair and pulls you up, getting you in a choke hold and holding you to his chest.
“Don’t come a step closer spiderman! Or I’ll kill the snake!” he shouts as he flexes his arm, making you gag and gasp for air.
There’s no fucking way spiderman is in your living room right now, then again, you hardly expected to be held hostage by an unknown intruder. You try to pull his arm away from your throat, refusing to give up and try to bite his arm before he covers your mouth with a gloved hand. You can feel his fingertips dig into your face and start crying more as his thumb presses against your freshly broken nose.
You watch spiderman pause, assessing the situation. You start to feel light headed as the oxygen is drained out of your lungs, clawing desperately at the intruder’s arm before feeling him suddenly release his grip on you. Gasping for air you fall to the ground and cough, swallowing as much oxygen as possible, at this point you could care less about the intruders, you’re just happy you’re alive.
You hear a scream ring out behind you and a body drop, you scramble away from the noise and turn around and watch spiderman wiping some blood off his lips, your former attacker laying at his feet and deathly still. He quickly pulls his mask back down as if you could see his features through the darkness before dragging the intruders to the window.
“T-thank you” you cough out, your throat and lungs now sore from the lack of air. The spider-man nods, not even saying a word before he grabs the two intruders and tosses them onto the fire escape. He turns back to look at you one last time before climbing out and dragging the intruders off with him.
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ritzyreils · 1 year
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you gave me your heart, you know. you’d like me to give it back to you, whole again.
well i won’t.
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faeymouse · 5 months
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Getting through the Kickass Video Essay of the Week is always dangerous because it makes me desperately want to make video essays myself, except I wouldn’t know Adobe After Effects if you slapped me across the face with it, YouTube terrifies me as anything except something I consume, and all my actual best thinking is done via Tumblr afterthought tags because in my head I imagine it’s sorta like glancing sidelong at the camera and adding additional context to any given moment or thought like I’m in the Emperor’s New Groove
also I genuinely do hyperfixate so it would be niche topics I can’t imagine anyone else on the planet finding entertaining (except me) like, “Is the Grid It’s Own Character?”; “Are Programs Posthuman?”; “How Kevin Flynn Destroys the Sublime”; “Why Tron Legacy is a Horror Movie”; “The Grid and the Closet” and it analyzes how, symbolically, a dude constantly leaving his heterosexual day life to live within a neon-lit fever dream where traditional procreation is literally unheard of and everyone wears skin-tight body suits and stilettos and oscillate between high-octane performance and nightclubs, and he’s unable to talk about this double life to others outside of this place, might be construed as possibly a lil LGBT+ (would this make CLU a physical manifestation of Flynn’s own fear of his homosexuality?); over an hour of me going through Scars 1 and 2 screenshot by screenshot and it’s titled something like “WATCH TRON UPRISINF” in all misspelled caps where it’s painfully obvious I have no background in Film Theory but by god that’s not about to stop me,
and idk something like “Identity in Tron” where I cheekily compare Tron Identity and the Uprising episode “Identity” that have nothing in common other then a fixation on identity discs and like what are those? Halo symbolism? The soul? Are programs angels? (insert here about previous scholarship on this bc I *know* somebody’s talked about this somewhere already) Are programs without discs fallen angels? Is Tron Identity purgatory? Is Query on the level of a User with how easily he manipulates information on a program’s disc? Does the Grid have its own disc somewhere??? Where’s the MCP’s disc?? Why is there a pawn shop in Argon; do programs really buy and sell used goods, and is this due to an ever shrinking amount of space/memory on the Grid? Is currency on the Grid held within the disc? Does this mean programs are their own currency? Is this capitalism or communism if the means of production (the programs) are also the currency? If a program steals another program’s disc and learns all their secrets, could the disc-less program not just take the thief program’ s disc and use it as their own, since it technically holds all their memories now? What happens when a program’s disc runs out of space; do they all intermittently explode in a giant cloud of amnesia like Cass does? If seeing Tron’s face was enough to momentarily snap Beck out of his amnesia via the power of friendship, does this hint at the possibility that programs may not need discs at all?
and so on so forth until my brain finds something else to chew into infinite nothingness
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strongermonster · 3 months
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anyways since i had the misfortune of accidentally reading his name again today, i'd like to remind everyone that this fucking weirdo (sylvain charlebois) exists and he thinks that women are ruining meat for everyone and that meat—yes the entire food group of meat—is for men only and eating meat is somehow a gendered activity ????
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there are THREE factors listed in that last sentence and this moron was like "it's the fault of the wimmin"
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me: oh alright the roommates series has been updated don’t mind if i yes
me: omg simon has to leave???
me: awwww they said ily—and they’re fucking again go off
me: damn he’s gone :( girl get outta the house stop being a hermit
me: alright nothing can possibly go wrong—
“…when a black SUV caught your attention.”
me:
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It’s always a black SUV
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velvetsqwyrme · 2 months
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I saw ur tags and ran over here. What are ur favorite spicy UF! Papyrus fics?
HELLOOO LMAO you were so quick... sorry this took me a while to get together, but I hope you enjoy ( ù ᵕ ú )
Fair warning that some of these picks will include dub/noncon (and potentially other dubious content? I don't know what I'm going to add yet HAHA) so as always make sure to heed the warnings and read the tags before reading!! I've done my best to label them accordingly though :]
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Edge Discovers the Wonderful World of Subbing
You can tell exactly what this list is going to be like just from the title of this first fic... (title is explanatory, gotta love it!!)
Good EdgeLord
More sub Edge!! 💥💥
Caught in the Act
HELLO?? HELLO. Voyeurism? Low stakes semi-public sex? Double penetration ?? Sign me UP.
Pumped (Kinktober Collection)
Usually I refrain from including individual Kinktober chapters from rec lists BUT I really like this one ( '^' )!! It isn't even that explicit, but it's stuck in my brain because I GASPED when I read it for the first time.
Pyr's Favourite Keeper [DUBCON -> CON]
Love me a snakey boy!!!!!! There's also oviposition 👀!!
Wake
Sleepy sex <3! The bit with the SNAP part killed me and it's also such a fun detail!
Prime Time to Run
Mafiafell... he straight up murders someone in front of you and you fuck about it.
Bound Edge
Sub Edge again!! The reader has a dick in this- a rare but delicious treat !
Fall Out Bones [NON/DUBCON...????]
Technically this is linked to a series featuring both UF!bros, because I think that both are reslly good partially also because I think they're intensely hilarious at times. The titles are also great.
Boned [NONCON]
CLASSIC 2016 PREMISE. Reader is trapped in the fucking shed. (Fucking used as both profanity as well as a descriptive action)
Housekeeping [NONCON]
Weird location (sink)! But it works really well for the fic!!! Violenctce.
To Prove A Point ||| The Origins Of The Pap-wich - (Swap!Pap/Reader/UF!Pap)
Ahhh the good ol threesome ! The reader gets sandwiched between two very sexy skeletons~ !! I'm also a big Swap!Pap fan so this is just. *Mwah* so good!!!!! Double penetration again ~ also one of the few fics with squirting 🙏✨
All Dicks, No skeletons [DUB/NONCON DUE TO DETACHABLE ECTODICK SITUATION]
I cannot put into words how much I love this. It's got detachable ectobits... inconvenience due to detachable ectobits!! In this, Edge has a barbed dick and claws up a tree. It's crack but it's so so good!!!!!! I'm patiently waiting for updates and will ravenously consume the fic for lime the fiftieth time when it does.
OTHER SHIPS
Also! Here are a few fics with UF!Pap in other ships (namely various Papcest configs) because you didn't specify it had to be reader inserts lol
Little Wet Bones (Papcest: Farm/Underfell)
Bitty!Edge is soooo cute... and horny!! He's so self assured I love it.
Pepper Heat (Papcest: Edgepuff)
Heat fic! Heat fic!! Chili peppers is one hell of a heat scent... the only person who can handle a Papyrus is another Papyrus ;] The naming scheme here is also very funny when you realise what went on.
A Fallen Knight and his King (Papcest: Edgepuff)
MORE SUB EDGE ! This one delves more into the his exploration of dom/sub dynamics and it's so so good!!!!
Three Chance Meetings (Papcest: Spicyhoney)
Swap!Pap is (secretly) a prostitute and Fell!Pap finds out and shills out the money to spend a night with him. I looooove the character dynamics in this one too.
Taste of Blood and Honey (Papcest: Spicyhoney)
I forgot about this and was delighted to discover it again because ohhhhhh my god the premise is so good... also there's mirror sex and first times and those are always fun :3c
Mutt Lost a Bet (Papcest: SpicyBBQ)
Mafia AU setting where SF!Pap and UF!Pap make and lose bets resulting in sexual escapades. The second chapter is my favourite because it involves gloryholes and aphrodisiacs <33
Bro's Replacement (Papcest + Sanscest : Spicyhoney + Cherryberry)
LAMIAS AGAIN 💖 Honestly the setup is what gets me... but the smut is delicious so I'm adding it here :3c
Heat (Papcest - Spicyhoney) [HEAT INDUCED MUTUAL NON/DUBCON]
Why are there so many lamia fics in this list, I do not know, but heeeeeeey enjoy the snakeys! In this one the non/dubcon is due to UF!Pap being in heat, and both of them regret it after. Things get better though!!
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Anyway, that's all for now! Hope you enjoy some ^^!!!
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Ever realize that you get the best fic or AU ideas for a holiday after the holiday already passed?
Anyways, Sugarplum Prince Ambrosius sketch for a 'The Nutcracker AU' me and @j3ankimorit4 came up with:
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ladyswillmart · 2 months
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Look how cute these turned out!!
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ambrozians · 19 days
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Please do elaborate because I 100% agree with you (and happy Easter btw 💛)
happy easter to you too, anon! 🩷
(elaborating on this post)
so there’s a few reasons why jade would not surrender full custody of her son to roy that extend past the mere fact that tommy is not his child. let’s get into them!
i’ve spoken about this here in comparing her and roy, but jade prefers to keep her professional and personal lives as separate as possible. jade is also very particular about who can/should have a hand in raising her children, and she’s already expressed disdain for dinah because of that. (sidebar: the only character she has trusted lian’s care with outside of roy is dick). as we all know, she does not like the titans or the arrowfam. she would not be very inclined to have her son in situations where he might have to interact with or be babysat by any of them unless it was unavoidable (ex. lian's birthday party). she might not be able to limit lian's exposure to superheroes, villains, etc., but she can do it with tommy, and really work to make sure his life is as normal as possible.
the most important thing, however, is acknowledging what motherhood empowers jade to do, which is to retire. her desire for retirement is something that persists throughout her appearances in pre-52 continuity. she has expressed a desire to leave "cheshire" behind on multiple occasions and spend the rest of her life with the people most important to her. do take note that when lian and tommy were born, most of the missions (exclusively, with tommy) were accepted because they furthered a personal goal of hers, finding roy and catman respectively. in fact, she retreated to the himalayas and later southern california when raising tommy. all this to say that being a mother is far more important to jade than "cheshire" is, and it is only when she feels like she cannot/is barred from that does she resort to working.
lastly, there’s no reason why tommy should not be in jade's custody. she has never expressed any intention in raising her children to be an assassin and that’s an assumption that has run rampant. does it make sense for the characters within the universe to assume that? yes, but not for fans. let’s put that narrative to rest. she has only ever wanted the best for her children and works to ensure that.
so as not to derail the post, i’ll save what i think tommy’s life would’ve been like had he been able to become his own character instead of a plot device used either to demonize jade or induce her suffering, and what roy’s role in his life might’ve looked like. but alas, he unfortunately exists in the series that has caused the most harm to jade’s character so that’s why he doesn’t get talked about a lot.
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alrightbuckaroo · 11 months
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Dialogue Day
Thanks so much for the tag, @carlos-in-glasses! I love this idea so much <3
I've decided to share some of my favorite dialogue from my most recent chapter of my ongoing published fic, come and take a walk on the wild side. A story in which TK's dating a rich prick and Carlos, unknowingly, starts to show TK that he deserves better.
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TK is silent for a second. “You don’t need to apologize; I’m the one who took it wrong.” TK mumbles, feeling embarrassed.
“No,” Carlos says the word like it’s a declaration; not to be argued with. “I said something that hurt you. Even if I didn’t mean it, that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Your feelings are valid, TK. Don’t let anyone tell you they aren’t.”
TK looks at Carlos like he had been waiting for someone to say that to him his whole life. Carlos stares back, giving TK the room to speak. TK nods weakly, “Okay.” He moves the words around his mouth before saying them.
“I don’t know, it’s just sometimes, I can’t tell if it’s his dad he hates, or if it’s the idea of loving me.” TK laughs before picking up a cold fry. He douses it in ketchup before eating it. “It doesn’t help that I love the idea of being loved so much.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” Carlos interjects. “wanting to be loved. It’s all about where you find it, that’s the hard part.”
“You’re telling me.” TK rolls his eyes before eating another fry douses in ketchup. Carlos chuckles to himself, before pointing next to his mouth. “You’ve got a little, yeah.”
TK grabs a napkin and begins to blot at his face, hoping to clear it of any ketchup. Carlos watches him miss, “No, it’s, here just let me.” Carlos grabs a napkin and leans over the table. He wipes at the ketchup, smiling at TK. TK smiles back; and for a brief moment, he wants to do something so demonstrably stupid.
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no pressure tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @basilsunrise, @three-drink-amy, @chaotictarlos, @heartstringsduet, @sanjuwrites, @lightningboltreader and anyone else who wants to join in (tag me back, i want to read!)
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