I love love love loveeeee Claptrap so so much he's so perfect yet so flawed and I love that so much about him.
Like he's so sweet and means well but he's so crude and vulgar and really mean spirited sometimes. He's so enthusiastic and supportive and loyal but super depressed and lonely and cowardly. He wants to be helpful so bad but always ends up messing stuff up and he internalizes that so deeply. He's really insecure but the moment you stroke his ego, it goes straight to his head and he gets really obnoxious.
Sure he's the comedy relief character but he's also so *real.* I love Claptrap so much
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Hello! If you don't mind me asking, are you up for a WIP Sunday? I hope you have a pleasant weekend😁
Hi!! I got this ask after I'd already gone to bed (timezones 😩) so it isn’t technically a Sunday, but I can still share a snippet from the next chapter of you're a walking disaster and yet- that I've been working on :)
He reaches over Achilles to turn off the bedside lamp. They’re plunged into darkness, save for Patroclus’ tiny night light plugged into a socket next to his desk, and the glow-in-the-dark stars he and Achilles stuck on the ceiling several years back. Their glow is faint, barely there, and Patroclus has often thought that perhaps they’re too childish, perhaps he should take them down, but he never does. He likes going to sleep looking at them, remembering the day Achilles had showed up in his room with a bag full of them after Patroclus had told him that the dark scares him sometimes. He hadn’t expected it, but his nightmares did get better after that.
“Goodnight,” he whispers. Achilles says nothing, his back staring resolutely at him.
Patroclus closes his eyes with a sigh. The single pillow they share is almost entirely covered by Achilles’ hair, but Patroclus doesn’t mind. He never does. He likes the sweet summer smell of it and how soft it feels. Sometimes, he wakes up with a faceful of it in the morning while Achilles snores quietly beside him, eyelids twitching as he dreams. In those moments, with the early morning light filtering through a curtain of gold, Patroclus thinks he wouldn't mind waking up like this every day of his life.
Achilles doesn’t know this, of course. Patroclus always makes sure to give a half-hearted protest about the unruliness of his friend’s bedhead, for good measure.
The weariness of the day tugs at him. Soon, Patroclus’s limbs grow heavier, his mind drifting slowly into sleep. His throat still feels raw from all the coughing and wheezing, but his breaths are mellow for once, not tearing at him from the inside. Having Achilles near helps; his even, rhythmic breathing always calms him down.
He’s almost asleep, floating in a dream, when he feels the bed shake ever so slightly. Achilles’ shoulders tremble beneath the blanket, and the sniffling sound that comes muffled from the pillow is faint, yet clearly audible in the quiet.
“‘Chilles?” Patroclus mumbles sleepily, cracking open his eyes. “You okay?”
Instead of an answer, Achilles just gives his head a jerky nod.
Patroclus pushes himself on an elbow, rubbing at his gritty eye with his knuckle. “Are you cold?” he asks, though he knows that can't be the case. It’s a hot day’s night, and Achilles never sleeps with more than a thin blanket anyway, even in the heart of winter.
“Just go back to—sleep,” Achilles says, hiccuping on the last word, voice thick and nasal. Patroclus’ stomach drops.
“Are you crying?” he asks, half in alarm, half in dismay. He can’t think of what might have caused Achilles to cry in the moments since switching off the lights, but it can’t be good.
“I’m fine,” Achilles insists, but the sob that catches in his throat as he says that is evidence enough that he isn’t.
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Thinking about Bad Toman Kisaki slowly becoming more and more disenchanted by Takemichi over the years as he watches him devolve into a selfish, heartless delinquent who always does as he's told, eventually becoming a Toman Exec who quickly accepts murder orders. How this is exactly what Kisaki wanted, to keep Takemichi close and to have him suffering, but he still almost hates seeing Takemichi devolve from a willingness to be hurt for others to fearful obedience of authority. How he's simultaneously disgusted by the villain Takemichi has become and delighted by the grip he has on his life. How though this is a way of exacting punishment on Takemichi for stealing Hinata's heart, by the time Kisaki holds the gun to Takemichi's head, his hero has already been gone for quite some time.
He must be shocked to see Takemichi cry for probably the first time in years after Chifuyu gets shot. When Takemichi begins to cry, Kisaki basically asks him if he's still a crybaby after all their time together and says he's disappointed. I'm not exactly sure why he says he's disappointed, but there are at least two probable reasons.
First, he's disappointed that he wasn't able to fully remove Takemichi from his old crybaby self. He wanted to erase the "crybaby hero" from Takemichi, to make Takemichi terminally unrecognizable from his "crybaby hero" self.
Second, he could be disappointed that Takemichi, who hadn't seemed like his old self in years, is only returning moments before death. Kisaki misses the old Takemichi, his old hero.
I think Kisaki is conflicted between these two very different sentiments here, because while he chose to keep Takemichi around for twelve years and make him suffer, he also always idolized the hero Takemichi used to be and probably missed him very much.
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