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yuanology · 9 months

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fucking gojo satoru requires patience, not because you need it to break him but because that's what he needs in order to let himself be vulnerable.

he's the strongest, always so self-assured and the designated protector of everyone else. it's such a lonely title to bear on one's shoulders alone. once the façade breaks, revealing all of the honest, truthful ache within him, it's revealed just the sheer extent of the cruelty of instilling godhood upon a mortal body. even gods do not deserve isolation.

but gojo satoru is a god

( so treat him like one, worship him and pick him apart with all the reverence of a prayer— )

and he is a lonely one

( —so love him as if no one else will because that is so close to the truth that no one will ever want to admit. )

so you must learn patience. it is, after all, still a virtue. because gojo satoru is beautiful, and he is a god of his peers' own making, and he is in your bed, flushed and beautiful, staring up at you as if he is not the one vulnerable but rather you are under his mercy.

"relax," you murmur, voice soft against the shell of his ear. your hand skirts over the expanse of his skin, digging bruises into porcelain the way your god so adores it. satoru's voice is weak when he whimpers, head meeting the mattress in a dull thump. "let me take care of you."

"i can take care of myself just fine," he rasps out. always so stubborn. always so brave. you've always admired him for that but now, you just feel a little sad for him.

"i know," you tell him because you do. you have seen just how far he will break for everyone else but himself. you cup his face, ignore the way his lips part and he tilts his head to lean into your touch like the starved man that he is. "but you don't always have to. i can do it for you, just this once."

just this once. the words taste bitter in your mouth, but doesn't it always when it comes to gojo satoru? for a man who tastes so sweet, he leaves such an acrid taste on your tongue once you are done with him. just this once, let me take care of you.

for a moment, satoru struggles; a war waged against himself. you remain patient, you have to be. your hands wander across his body, fingers lightly tracing taut muscle and sensitive nerves. he writhes but says nothing so you keep quiet too. it's only once you're leaning in close, so terribly close to him, that he breaks.

"please." his voice is choked, soft and ruined. "please, i can't—"

"shh," you tell him and pretend that your heart isn't breaking for him. you smile at him, for him. "i'll take care of you."

"okay," he whispers. and his resulting smile is enough to shatter you entirely — it's nothing at all like the bright as the sun smiles he would give to the rest of the world; this one is soft, curled around the edges, a gentle thing, this one is just for you.

i trust you.

you lean in close, close, close until you're devouring him and he's consuming you and it's impossible to tell from where you begin and from where he ends. from then, it's all greedy mouths and even greedier hands wanting to feel more, more more.

you push him against the bed, and he goes. you leave bruises along the column of his throat, the expanse of his collarbones, the plane of his chest, the trembling skin of his thighs, and he only begs you for more. you move to pleasure him, to take him in your mouth, and he stops you.

"wanna make you feel good," he slurs out, already drunk out of his mind on pleasure and — good, for once — pain. he's conscious, he has to be, but he sounds so delirious at the same time that for just the slightest moments, you stop. "don't wanna be a man," satoru continues mumbling, "just wanna be your toy."

( something splinters )

"okay, satoru," you whisper. you pull away, leaving behind a damning bruise on the inside of his thigh before you go.

he beams at you, drunk and pleased and ruined. "prom'se?"

"i promise."

( something breaks )

so that's how you take him; rough and sloppy and borderline cruel. if you were a lesser man, this would be something you could have taken advantage of so easily. if you were a lesser man, this temptation would be enough to destroy him. if you were a lesser man, gojo satoru will be left broken and ruined and destroyed and defiled in all the worst ways.

but you are not a lesser man, and gojo satoru has always been luckier than most.

he meets god more than once that night, never long enough for him to repent for his sins, but long enough for him to stick out his tongue at the big guy. you make sure that he does. you fuck him until he's raw all over, throat hoarse from his litany of pleasepleasepleaseplease and more, i want more. please just— more and wanna be good for you, wanna be so good for you.

each time you lean in to kiss him. each time you whisper against his lips, "you're my good boy." each time you tell him, "my perfect doll." each time, he spasms around you, nails dragging along your back and screams dragging along his throat.

"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," he chokes out when he reaches another orgasm that night. as if it's something he needs to thank you for. as if it's something you ever made him beg for. you're still his worshipper, and he's still your god. your bed is the altar, but religion has always been in the taste of gojo satoru on your lips.

the descend from your shared highs is a slow one, indeed. he's shaking in your arms, raw and vulnerable and entirely incapable of doing anything beyond mumbling the same words over and over again — thankyouwasiagoodboywannabegoodforyou — and you hold him throughout it at all. the bed is sticky and so are the sheets, but satoru clings onto you and you can't, don't want to move.

it's silent, eventually, and you're almost certain that he's fallen asleep when suddenly he shifts. his face is buried against your throat, the bow of his lips pressed against your trembling pulse. his arms, where they are wrapped around you, are still shaking but his breathing has gone regular.

"thank you," he mumbles.

"you're welcome," you tell him into the silence of the room, above the sound of your own aching heart.

be patient, you already know this from the start, from the moment you meet his defiant gaze and you determine that you are going to take care of him because he's too busy taking care of the rest of the world. it requires patience to break gojo satoru.

but you never thought he would break because of the promise of a kiss.

#no thoughts head empty just taking care of gojo satoru #being the strongest is a terrible terrible thing indeed #idk if this makes sense tbh but whatever #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #dom reader #male reader #sub gojo satoru #sub jjk #( thirsts. )

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avelera · 11 months

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Some slightly more coherent thoughts about Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (ATSV) now that I've had a little time to process and long to return to the theater to see it again and again and again:

1 ) Go see it. Holy shit, go see it. Re-watch Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (ITSV) before you go if you have the chance but you don't have to, they recap it well enough and I promise anyway, the first thing you're gonna do when you get home after is turn ITSV on and then scream a bunch because it is all so tightly connected from the very beginning.

2 ) ITSV is a masterpiece. ATSV is more of a masterpiece in the same way that 11 is bigger than 10. They took everything in ITSV, which is a perfect 10/10 and made it 11/10 for this film. I shit you not. It cannot be otherwise expressed with words. Everything is just bigger, faster, bolder, more.

Ok, now getting into some of the more spoiler-y thoughts:

3 ) Loved me those themes of connection and loneliness. When you go back to ITSV, you see it's right there from the start. All of the version of Spider-Man are lonely. They are tired. They're isolated and unsupported and they are all suffering. Miles makes their lives better. They make Miles' life better. This becomes such a huge, huge theme in ATSV as Miles literally breaks the canon, he is the ultimate fix-it fanfic character, every Spider-Man he interacts with gets some element of their tragic backstory fixed. Peter B. reunites with MJ and has a child that brings joy back into his life. Gwen gets a friend again. Pavitr doesn't have to watch his girlfriend's father die. They are no longer doomed by the narrative.

4) Another post commented on how tired Peni looks when we finally see her, but she's not the only one. All of the Spider-People in the Spider-Verse look tired and it is, in fact I'd argue, Miguel's fault. He appealed to their sense of martyrdom to put together an organization that helps people and saves the world(s). BUT he made "maintaining the canon" an aspect of this (a wonderful meta commentary on Miles himself, btw, and all the comic book nerds who want to rehash the same story over and over instead of transforming it into something new and hopeful). Because they had all suffered so much, it followed logically for all the Spider-People that all of their parallel universe selves must also suffer.

This is the crab bucket mentality. Miguel dragged all the Spider-People into the crab bucket with him. He taught them learned helplessness. They're all tired and worn down because they have to keep reliving their own trauma by standing by and making sure these awful things that happened to them continue to happen, over and over. It's the mirror too for any marginalized community where the past generation believes the next one must suffer as they did. But it's exhausting for them to see the misery and do nothing. That's why they're all so tired. It makes sense to them that to be Spider-People, the next generation must suffer as they did but they are also, all of them, heroes and so it wears them down to watch this happen over and over. Miles brings back their energy and joy and their hope by refusing to be doomed by the narrative.

It's wonderful fanfic but it's also fantastic storytelling and it works on so many layers of the story, Doylist and Watsonian, all the way down.

5 ) THIS is a tightly knit story. Every. Single. Element. Ties back to the central story, the central themes. Every line either reveals plot, character, setting, or themes. It is so, so tight as a writer I was gaping. In necessary, if brief, moments of exposition they make sure to keep the screen busy and moving. There's no time for boredom. It is literally so fast that even as someone with ADHD I was sometimes overwhelmed as much as riveted. The few scenes that slowed down to simply fast movie pace felt achingly slow as a result and I bet you they were maybe 30 seconds long.

6 ) I AM. SO HYPED. FOR THE ENDING AND THE SEQUEL IT SETS UP? The perfect dark mirror story, not rushed but simply introduced so we can see that the final boss for Miles is himself. Unless they subvert that expectation, which they might! But it is so ominous to see Prowler Miles, it makes so much sense, it is perfect and deep and rich. Literally every time you think, "Maybe they'll rehash old material?" they don't they just keep introducing cool new characters and concepts and themes it's mindblowing.

7 ) They never leave you with one thread. Miles is going to face himself and fight to save his dad from the Spot and fight Miguel, presumably, in the next one. No single line only does one thing. No frame does one thing. And yet everything ties back to the core story of Miles and the Spider-People both on the Watsonian and Doylist level. I want to study every frame under a microscope. It's insane.

8 ) THE ART IT'S JUST. I'm not an artist so I'll leave it at this but THE ART.

9 ) I love Pavitr and Hobie. So much. I gasped when we saw Pavitr's world.

10 ) The Spot's animation was insane just insane and I think he's foreshadowed in the ITSV and it blew my mind on the re-watch.

I need to see it again. I could talk about any single element for hours. But I just can't stop thinking about the mastery embodied in this film. I know a sequel to a superhero movie that's animated will never win Best Picture but I do not exaggerate when I say that in itself might be an indictment of Best Picture. This film deserves Best Picture. It is the best movie I've seen in an unfathomably long time including ITSV.

#spider-man across the spider-verse #atsv spoilers #atsv #itsv #spider-man #spiderverse

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introverting-rn · 4 months

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was gonna start post with something along the lines of “why aren’t we addressing” but thats literal bullshit because we are all addressing it and So Am I

WHY IS THE CHARACTERISATION OF THE TRIO LITERALLY SO PERFECT YOU GUYS

it was perfect in the first two episodes too but this one just has me feeling so much i have to talk about it

“i am impertinent” and beginning to sing the consensus song - immediately a perfect persassy, and the returning annabeths cap is so cute i adore it, but also the conversation with medusa about his mother was incredibly done! i was leaning forwards to drink in every detail of the scene and i’m probably gonna go rewatch it now because WOW. the suspense was such a tangible, beautiful thing, and the sense of greed that seemed to sparkle in medusas eyes when we had still never seen her without the hat is seriously blowing my mind. her framing and tilts of the head and the antique feeling of her kitchen all hone in towards the scene and it’s messages and i found myself genuinely confronted as i tried to figure out which medusa story the show was going with. leaving that somewhat vague as the audience has to choose if we trust her as a narrator is so powerful in dragging you into the story. it means that what you believe reflects on you; there is no way to detach yourself from this world and the choices you are making within it, even as a mere spectator

and as she made the offer to percy and there was a long stretch of those camera angles, tilted ever so sweetly in such a menacing atmosphere, i was desperately trying to picture what percy’s reaction would be. i had expected him to have interrupted her already, to immediately cut through with a sharp “no” and cause her head to jolt up. i thought she would keep her chin high, turning sharply to face him in contrast to her flowing elegance, and that her head would be tilted back so that she could stare directly at him beneath the hat, tongue flicking over her teeth as she dropped her facade. i thought percy would instinctively go to match her eye contact with determination and be tackled by annabeth, who crept up to eavesdrop due to her suspicion, or that percy would look away by staring up at the sky, feeling isolated as medusa swept steadily towards him, and that we would see his eyes swim with tears and his legs refuse to move and his breathing increase as medusa ran a fingernail along his neck, and then annabeth would intervene

when percy didn’t shout to interrupt, i expected to cut back and see his face, wrought with raw emotion. i thought that he would let that moment of connection stretch, having felt so lonely before meeting this person who spoke exactly to his heart. i waited to see the grief and wrestling that it took him to refuse to help his mother, to accept the similar motherly figure before him as an enemy. i wondered if maybe we wouldn’t see his reaction now, and his silence would later be used against him as he himself is accused of betraying their quest

but the silence drew out for longer and longer, and when medusa turned her head to see the doorway completely empty, i realised that was the only thing that he would have done. i realised that he would think of the immediate danger to his friends first and go to warn them, and i realised that there was more to come and i loved every second of it

i loved seeing grover try to maintain peace on the quest. his look of disappointment at percy for sniping about thalia’s “fate of a pine cone”, and his refusal to comment about the validity of the voting system under totalitarian leadership (looking at you putin). the clapping for the consensus song had me so confused in the moment and then had me smiling uncontrollably with an extreme fondness because his awkwardness and his sincerity were so clearly shown. the finally shouting at percy and annabeth to get a grip, not having wanted to upset either of them but realising that letting this continue was only making it worse - man, this character is so wonderful. add to that the emotional weight of staring up at uncle ferdinand, feeling the presence of his failed quest heavy in the room as their current one began to fall apart. how he tried to conceal his tears, to be the Protector, not seeming to consider that his friends wanted to look after him too, perhaps because they themselves had forgotten to do so. he is so sweet and genuine and there’s such a depth and intricacy to his character in the show that i don’t remember from the books, although that may just be because i was younger when i first read them, or because seeing these people on screen is so much closer and more confronting in some ways

and annabeth. i fucking love annabeth. i love that she’s a bit of a dick in some ways, but that you’re never expected to hold it against her - it’s never presented as cruelty, just as pragmatism, because that’s what it is. as the same time, she can hold grudges, and they don’t shy from that. as i mentioned earlier, it’s constantly called into question which medusa narrative is the ‘correct’ one, and the way medusa describes to both annabeth and percy how they are direct parallels to the original story makes her feel so manipulative, and you feel annabeths faith in her previous notion of the story wavering as yours does, deeply connecting her with the audience. the way she explains her plan on the bus shows that she doesn’t expect herself to be so intelligent that nobody else understands - a common struggle in hubris - and her complete unwillingness to allow this plan to be questioned shows the leading nature she’s forced herself into. yes, annabeth is an incredible natural leader and strategist, but her refusal to show weakness is a sign of the struggles in her life. she confronts alectus on her own - self-centred or selfless? and in that final interaction with percy, the way she gives way just enough for both of them to discuss the offers they were given and understand each other. it was such a good moment to see that, even after percy’s unintentional acidity to her in saying they’ll never be friends, the two are laying down the basis for a firm trust and absolute belief in each other. she is such a well-rounded character so far and i am obsessed

not even to mention characters outside of this! luke’s slight hints of emotion as he alludes to his past, the hand the world has dealt him and how he has come to terms with it, are such perfect foreshadowing for those of us familiar with his character (which. by the way. i haven’t been on tumblr a lot recently so are we going for no spoilers or what lol). mr d claiming to be percy’s dad was a strong introduction of character in a way that makes me question why that didn’t happen in the book, and it lead into seamless exposition of the whole reason for demigods and quests. sally jackson is sally jackson and i fucking love her.

basically i am really enjoying the pj show, and loving every element - the biggest kudos to everyone working on it an aLSO ARE PERCY AND NICO GONNA NERD OUT TOGETHER ABOUT MYTHOMAGIC BYE 😭😭

#how in the heck is this show so perfect you guys #and how is it making me ship percabeth more than before?? and love grover’s friendship more than before?? yo this is pure Art #and they aren’t afraid to change things from the books to make the message better and that’s so refreshing #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #persassy #percabeth #cmon you know i gotta tag that #anyways love you guys!! make sure to sleep a good amount and eat well!! God bless!!!!!!!

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reds-writings · 1 month

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Hey!!! I wanted to start this out by saying that your writings for Rust has been nothing short of amazing ! There aren't enough fics out there for Rust, and yours have honestly been getting me through it.

Now, idk if this is the type of ask you were looking for, but with Old Man Rust, especially when he was in Alaska all that time- I've always wondered the details about his time out there (besides the obvious/what we already know). I mean- it's Rust we're talking about, and that poor tortured man...it couldn't have been great.

I know he spent most of his childhood up there alone with his father and such, but this time around? After everything happened? I've always assumed his self-isolation was probably at the highest it'd ever been, especially with how he talked about it.

Idk- I've always wanted to know his thoughts/feelings about so many different scenes/things within the show, but this is definitely one of the biggest ones. Even if you relate it to the jj universe- I think adding a partner adds layers to my curiosity on his experience/thoughts/feelings. I know when you answered that fluff prompt ask, them being away from each other for all that time was talked about; he still loves her very much, and is incredibly troubled about all of it.

Anyways! I feel like I've gotten a bit carried away, so I'll stop before I keep going 💀. You definitely don't need to feel obligated to respond or spend time on this, but know that your contribution to the true detective community on here is greatly appreciated 🥺.

Howdy! I love this ask!! The more detailed the more fun! And thank you so much for the love ahhh!!

(this will include some spoilers ahead for the JJ universe pls don't kill me lol)

I love the dissection of Rust's reasoning for returning to Alaska, of all places, after the big fight of 02. My fave idea being that he did it as a form of self-punishment for taking part in hurting his only companions in Louisiana. Applying these events to the JJ universe: the incident with Maggie will still be taking place sadly. But hear me out!!!!

In 02 with the resurgence of the Yellow King/Carcosa Rust easily found himself obsessively spiraling back into the Dora Lange case. With all the frustration and lack of support from the department (and Marty), he resorts back to nastier habits and ways of regarding those around him with JJ!Reader unfortunately being in the crossfire more often than not. It places a heavy strain on the relationship to the point where she reaches a breaking point bc tbh he is not being a very good partner at all (stress and frustration can only be an excuse for so long). They break up with her telling him to practically get it together if he wants them to ever continue but of course, shit just spirals more out of control with his hurt and anger so of course it reaches its crescendo with him having to quit then Maggie using their incredible emotional vulnerability to an advantage which he ends up regretting immediately of course because even if he's not currently with JJ!Reader it's no less of a pathetic form of betrayal.

When the fight goes down and he loses Marty it's one thing. Seeing the reader and the tie between them being severed completely with no one else but himself to blame is just about as close to dying as he'll get in that moment. He shit on her trust once and for all and took a friend from her in the process. He knows that there can be no forgiveness even if he were to beg with whatever last bit of reverence he had or sell his sorry soul.

Alaska is a bitterly lonely time for him and from tidbits he mentions in the show he didn't do much to change that loneliness while he was away. Circling back to before I think it was his way of extreme penance and if it weren't for another resurgence in the case he would've probably let himself die there alone with all the drinking/carelessness and wouldn't have had it in him to feel sorry about it if it happened.

Coming back to Louisiana things have changed plenty with Marty, Maggie, and the reader. I think the way he prioritizes his crumbled relationship with Marty (for both the case's sake and his) versus how he passively regards Maggie in the bar will forever be interesting to me. I feel like he'd be scared as hell to even come near the reader knowing she still harbors hatred and pain but Marty the Meddler drags her back in because he knows the two will never be able to truly stay away from each other. It takes a lot and the relationship may never be exactly what it once was but he'd selfishly rather have her near in some capacity than never at all once he's gotten a taste of her presence after so many years. I can't wait to write all that angst and yearning bc we love tension 🤭

Now that was a ramble omg! Hopefully, I didn't stray too off course!

#reds-writings #red speaks #rust cohle #true detective #rust cohle x reader #jj universe #anon ask #true detective season 1 #writer blog

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monstrous-fusion · 27 days

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Can you share your favorite fun facts about the blorbos?

Oh man, it's really hard to choose! I've got quite a few little niche facts about the Links!! So I'll just list one for each Link 🫶🏽 Hopefully I'll do it in alphabetical order </3

Artisan still lives with the Tailor's family! They work under her apprenticeship, rather than her husband, and they're much happier as a tailor than they were as a blacksmith. (actually also adding that Artisan keeps in contact with the other heroes from Triforce Heroes :D they're Crimson and Sapphire!

Engie is really big into herpatology on the side. His first love is definitely trains (and Zelda, I guess) but he loves picking up injured reptiles that he sees and nursing them back to health! His favourite type of reptile is a snake and he loves rainbow boas :D

Eras actually really enjoys cooking. Before being enlisted into the Hyrulean army, he wanted to be a chef. Being a hero swept him up and he's been too ensnared by court theatre to ever even think about his dreams a chef. He can still cook up a mean pumpkin soup though.

Faye has far more tattoos than meets the eye--and yes, those...tend to bleed too. Their blood has a strange blue tint to it that translates through their scars too. (side bar but I do actually have a diagram with the tattoos so I'm adding that too)

Feathers has a loftwing named Azul. He thinks he's very smart and funny for naming the Red Loftwing a shade of blue.

Green, in Minish's system, is incredibly paranoid. He's a huge motherhen and very protective of his system, and they constantly keep a moon pearl attached to their necklace. Just in case! They also keep a mysterious shell on their necklace as well...for luck.

Due to excessive magic use as a kid, Mirror suffers through severe chronic pain. He has a cane in his bag for days when flare ups are so bad he could barely walk. That doesn't stop him from continuing to use magic, he just has to use it very sparingly.

Tune lives full time in Tetra's crew. He values her expertise and knowledge and respects her more than anyone--besides his grandmother, of course. He's adamant that she's the strongest (and coolest) person he knows. (also, since I couldn't pick which fact I wanted to write, I'm adding that he is OBSESSED with cats. The Ship cats practically own him

Kind of a random detail in my AU, but Agitha is the one who helped Rancher realise she's a girl and helped her be confident in her body! They collect bugs together and Rancher definitely doesn't know a lot about them, but she LOVES hearing Agitha infodump about them.

Wild is a lone wolf by design. It's not like he intends to be that way, but he just. Always feels like a passive observer of his own life and accidentally drifts away from groups without realising it. Because of it, he can blend into the background very well.

Zonau has not talked to someone in literal decades. He isolated himself to do the goddesses know what, and kind of sucks at socialising as a result. It's just super out of practise. It's a little bit of a hermit crab.

Oh!! and I also have. playlists that I'm making for my Links too :D but I'll add those when I'm actually finished them </3

#creator content #mf asks #Mf Engie #Mf Eras #Mf Zonau #Mf Rancher #Mf Faye #Mf Feathers #Mf Wild #Mf Tune #Mf Minish #MF Mirror #Mf Artisan #It took me awhile to think of them all #Thinking of doing an overhall and looking at each character again #and properly fleshing out them and what I want them to be like #But these facts still swim in my brain and I HAD to talk abt it #so they're subject to change

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dangerliesbeforeyou · 10 months

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oh man ok i need to gush about moonlight chicken for a second lol

i adored how this show didnt shy away from the messiness of real life and relationships! like u hav a single gay working class man desperately trying to make ends meet and struggling with the guilt of his past lover having died tragically whilst bringing up his nephew who wants to be taken seriously and finally fly the nest to live his own life whilst at the same time navigating his crush on a lonely deaf boy who just wants to be understood and respected. and then you have a man stuck in relationship limbo where he's unable to let go of his past love but also yearning to move on and free them both from the pain they cause each other... and that's not even to mention the side characters who deal with the loss of parents, unfaithful partners, unplanned pregnancies, trying to be a better mother to your son, etc...

no one was a villain, instead you had a group of people who needed to grow and learn in a very natural way, and that's just so refreshing to see! honestly one of my fav parts of the story is that rather than inventing some arbitrary dramatic reason for wen and alan to break up, it just happened because their love had fizzled out, a thing that happens all the time in real relationships! and even though their love had died, it was still obvious that they cared deeply for one another which made both of them trying to move on so much more painful...

so much of this show was about the cycles of emotional abuse that can develop when you're stuck in the past... jim is unable to see a happy future for himself because he blames himself for beam's death, and he let's that anger and resentment inform how he treats li ming. wen is ignoring the messiness of his relationship with alan in favour of pursuing jim, but knows deep down that neither will be able to truly move on unless he deals with the situation. even heart's parents are stuck unable to relate to or be willing to understand their deaf son as they continue to isolate him from the outside world, thinking that it will protect him but all it does is make him even more lonely!

idk i just loved how the show focused so much on living in the moment. that the past is fixed and the future is uncertain, but there will always be now where you can always find some glimmer of joy and optimism.

and then there's ofc the queer element of the show where we get to see how internalised and external homophobia exist as perimeters to queer people being able to truly be themselves. one of the most heart wrenching scenes is at beam's funeral where his parents come up to jim and effectively tell him that because he and beam weren't married, he has no legal rights to any of the things they had worked so hard for together! and this is something you hear time and time again, both historically and now, where queer couples in countries that dont recognise gay marriage or even civil partnerships are denied so much (particularly when one of them dies) because their relationship is deemed illegitimate by law.

jim as a character has internalised this so much that when he finds out his nephew is gay, he lashes out (in one of the funniest scenes ever, mind you lol... literally the whole 'why are you gay, isn't being poor enough of a challenge!?' thing is gonna stick in my mind forever i love it sm lol) because he knows first hand how hard it is to be a queer man in a society that still doesnt fully accept you! (and it rly showed the disparity between him, a working class man, and wen, someone from a middle class/wealthy background when it comes to queerness that i don't think gets discussed as much... cos the fact of the matter is that for a long time queerness /was/ effectively reserved for wealthy people, as working class people wouldnt have had as much of a choice in how they could live their lives, so jim's reticence when it comes to accepting li ming's (and his own) queerness is directly tied to how being poor doesnt always allow you the luxury of simply 'being yourself'...)

and i think it was especially interesting that this show didnt present homophobia in individualistic terms. we don't get a character calling them slurs or saying that they're wrong for being gay, instead we get systemic and societal prejudices showing up in insidious ways, which feels so much more realistic! (like even jam, who is presented as having outdated and homophobic opinions, isnt presented as some evil villain. she's just a product of a homophobic society that teaches people being gay is a sad way of living, and she has to unlearn that as both her brother and son prove her wrong!)

i honestly could (and probably will) go on but yeh... this show man... this show

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken the series #thai series #honestly didnt expect this show to touch my soul as much as it did but oh boy it DID #also i didnt even get to talk about gaipa and just how fucking sad his story is (and how amazingly acted his character was!!!)#and his relationship to his mum esp was just so beautiful #like..... this show just feels so special and im just so thankful it exists tbh #like no it's not perfect and there are def some strange/goofy moments #but it feels so genuine and you can tell everyone involved really wanted to tell a story about real every day people and it's just wonderfu #sorry for writing somuch i'm just having shrimp feelings about this show #or should that be chicken feelings lol?!?!

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nichoskittycorner · 9 months

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The Siren's Call (A K smut)

>> Its mating season for sirens and K, after going through several seasons without a partner finally sets out to find one. On his journey to find a mate, he stumbles into a human stranded on a deserted island. Although derailed from his original objective, he can still make the best of this

>> siren!K, breeding kink, sirens have two dicks in this universe, so yes dp (double penetration), unprotected sex, human fem reader, sex on the beach (well a deserted island), a little bit of pet names and name calling

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A/N: I had such a long road finishing this so once again, I'm closing my eyes and tossing it out there -

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K doesn't know how many years, or how many mating seasons he's spent alone. Which is absolutely miserable as a siren in his prime. Not in an 'I'm super lonely' but an 'I desperately need to breed to the point that it's painful' sort of way.

He's tried everything from trying to ignore it, isolating, even trying to jerk off or rut against things to help. Nothing worked. He knew he would need to actually breed this time.

The only issue was that K never could find a mate in time. Mostly because he was distracted and forgot he needed to prepare a nest and prepare a mating dance and gifts and-

And just the thought had K already dozing off again. So much so, that as he floated aimlessly in the water, he didn't realize how close he had drifted to land.

Not that he was concerned though, this island was deserted. A little patch of land that was mostly sand and a few patches of vegetation. He was familiar with this land mass though since it was close to his underwater home.

Poking his head out of the water, he took in his surroundings. Looks like a storm had just passed as the scent of rain still lingered in the air and some grey clouds loomed off in the distance.

Since he was so close to the land, he could just relax on the sand for a bit and soak in the warm midday sun before heading back down. And probably get assaulted with the pheromones of horny sirens all around him.

His eyes rolled at the thought. Dipping back into the water, he swam quickly to the shore. Although he enjoyed the water, there was something so relieving about the sun.

Still, he dragged himself onto the beach, allowing his tail to still occasionally be submerged by the incoming tide, and laid on his back. Closing his eyes in relief.

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Some time had to have passed, K knew it because the sun was lower in the sky by the time he woke up. It wasn't his intention to sleep but he did. And it wasn't his intention to have a body sprawled on top of himself, practically lifeless.

His initial reaction was panic- throwing the body off of him and scooting to the side. His breathing quickened but he regained his composure. Now he could think more clearly.

Scooting closer, he poked the stomach of the limp body. Actually surprised when it twitched in response, the twitch turned into a full-on coughing fit.

K was spooked but also couldn't bring himself to just disappear as he usually did around humans. Instead of just watching, he instead patted their shoulder with an outstretched arm.

After a few moments of this and spitting up water, they stopped. Opening their eyes, to meet K's.

It was a surreal moment. It was a long time since K has seen a human this close, much less a girl. And he could only assume you have never seen a siren either.

The staring contest continued for a while. No one wants to break the silence for fear of having to actually provide answers of some kind.

You broke the eye contact first. You might as well have died in that storm and this was your Heaven. Stuck on a deserted island with a beautiful man- well… he had scales, fins, and even a tail for the lower half of his body.

So most likely not a man. A siren? Or merman? You didn't know the difference and didn't care.

"Are you, alright?" K asked the girl, a tinge of worry in his voice.

You jumped in surprise. You could understand him?! And he was talking to you?? How strange. "Oh yes, I'm fine. Thank you for saving me-"

Oh… guess I did do that. K didn't even register that he kinda saved you but also not really. But it wouldn't matter now. You were stuck on this island together and you had nowhere else to go.

"Are you real?" You don't know why that question came to mind but it did. Not like there was much else to do around here.

"Of course I'm real?!-" K was about to let himself spiral into confusion but stopped himself. Something in his mind told him to hold his tongue.

"Really? Wow… So what do sirens do? Just swim around?"

K almost laughed but something stirred and twitched inside of him. "Well sometimes. Right now it's mating season so everyone is fucking and getting pregnant and stuff."

He spoke nonchalantly and leaned back, digging his elbows into the sand. And like this, you could see his perfectly sculpted abs on display. Partly sparkling from the ocean water and a mysterious glittery substance.

They were just sparkly abs, why were you so flustered?! But you needed to answer him with something. "Oh, so what are you doing here? Don't you have a mate to get to?" The question left your lips as you fiddled with your long, but now tattered skirt.

"You would think, but it doesn't work for me. Plus I'm not ready to have children yet."

"So you don't want to have sex?"

"No! I do but-" K started to burn up with embarrassment. He didn't know how to respond. Yes, I do want to fuck but no one wants to fuck me cause x,y,z…

"Are you scared to have sex, or do you just not know how to?" Why you couldn't stop asking these questions is beyond you.

"I do know how! And I do want to!" K was only getting hotter and hotter with every answer. He knew they came from a genuine curiosity but his body still had him burning up.

You were confused. So this gorgeous, mythical man both wanted to and apparently knew how to mate but just wasn't? That was baffling.

You wanted to ask if he was afraid of other sirens or mating with them. But another question slipped out before you could stop it. "Do you want to try with me?"

That froze both of you. How did you let such a reckless thought come out!?

"Ah! I'm sorry, that was stupid! Ignore that-"

The siren was practically all red where he wasn't covered in scales. "It's fine it's just… are you sure? I'm sure human mating is different-"

Oh, right. That was a possibility especially because he didn't seem to have any… parts.

He was taking this offer seriously. It didn't help that your mind was probably all over the place. Both from the storm, the shipwreck, and learning sirens were real and you were stuck on this island.

"What else can I do honestly? I'm trapped, you're probably horny, you're hot, why not?"

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Well, somehow your suggestion seemed to take off. After saying that and the siren, who told you his name was K, gave you some warnings about siren anatomy- you found yourselves tangled in a heated makeout.

Lips, tongues, and teeth clashed as hands roamed each other's bodies. You did have to remove most of your clothing yourself so K didn't tear it apart and make them unwearable.

Using your dress as a makeshift towel, you were stripped down, laying on your back with K on top of you. Pressing your hips together as he laid kisses along your jawline and neck. A hand laid on your bare breast as he squeezed down.

K had seemed fine at first but suddenly he turned into a panting and whimpering mess. Releasing your chest, and running it along your body until it rests on your hips.

As you caught your breath, you looked to see what was causing K to react in such a way. The smooth scales of his tail had started to split, revealing what you could only assume was his cock based on his earlier explanation.

It was long and girthy and seemed to be covered in slime- or a natural lube. You were all eyes on him, only being brought back when his lips reattached to your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

As his sharp teeth were gently biting down, he used a free hand to spread your legs further. Dragging his fingers along your inner thighs, circling around over and over again until it landed on your heat.

Pressing his thumb against your clit and circling around it slowly, at the same time he was moving his hips up and down, teasing his cock and the length against you but never entering at this point.

The sensation made you squirm under him as a whine-like sound was released. "Stop teasing!"

Upon hearing your words, he decided to oblige. Your only warning was the smirk on his lips that you felt on your neck.

The head of his cock pressed up against your entrance and pushed inside. In one swift movement, he buried all of himself inside of you.

He slipped in so easily, whether that was because of your wetness or his, it didn't matter. The moan you let out was loud but it was drowned out by the sound of the ocean waves.

After a few moments, his hips started to move. Slowly at first before quickly gaining speed and strength.

K thought he knew what this sex thing was about and how it worked. He's slept with other sirens before. But this was much different. You were tight and wet, the sounds of your skin slapping together and the lewd noises were driving him insane.

A deep grunt left his lips with each thrust, swallowed up when your lips reconnected. His tongue played around with yours as his finger continued to work your clit.

Your hips buckled and chased both his hand and his cock as he drove you deeper into the sand. Moaning and holding on so tightly to his back, you're almost certain he would have marks remaining.

It was hard to believe one minute you were on a cruise ship and the next a storm rolled in and now you're fucking a stranger. A hot, somewhat odd, mythical creature of a stranger but still.

A mewl-like groan left his lips as he stopped his strokes. You would've thought he came but you felt nothing inside. That's when the mewl turned into a growl.

The sound alone sent shivers down your spine. But that quickly melted when you felt something else poking at your entrance. Wait K is still inside… what is that?

Looking down your eye caught sight of another long slender shaft. You wanted to rub your eyes to clear your confusion.

It was only slightly smaller in girth than the first and rested against your core. Without a word, K pushed your legs to spread them further and started to kiss your neck.

The sensation made you forget the bizarre sight before you. Your hips start to move again as you let your mind drift into the sensation. K kissed up to your ear before nibbling on it softly.

"You can handle both, right princess?" Both?! What was he planning here?!

But your mind was betrayed as your body only pressed closer to his. Reconnecting your lips, he pulled out slowly leaving the tip in before the head of his other cock snuck its way in and caused you to cry out.

Even though it was just the tips, you've never been stretched so much. A slight ting of pain radiated through your body before it quickly faded. Was this siren magic?

As you relaxed around him, K pushed himself in further. Filling you out and feeling him in places you've never known could've been reached. If you weren't flooded by pleasure you would be worried about him ruining your insides. Although, the slight bulge on your stomach from his size would say you should feel otherwise.

His thrusts picked up speed in no time, aided by your wetness. You couldn't stop yourself from bucking and chasing his cocks. Moaning his name and clenching down on him.

K let out a hiss and held you down by your hips, fucking you without mercy. "You're taking my cocks so well princess. I knew you could do it." His smooth tone is in high contrast to the roughness of his movements.

Even if you knew what you wanted to say, nothing came to mind as he only kept thrusting. Nothing but how good he was making you feel, how deeply you could feel him, how you only wanted more of him.

You could feel your orgasm building closer. Hell, it was a surprise it wasn't already here. Hips rolling, pussy dripping, loud moans a testament to the pleasure over taking you.

"K… I'm close." Your only thought came out strained as you tried to focus, but you were already bordering on cock drunk and couldn't think. It seems he could agree as his thrusts started to get uneven.

" Hm, you think so princess?" He tried to steady himself and bit down on your sweet spot to ground his mind. "Want me to breed you, fill you up nice and good huh?"

Your legs wrapped around his hips in response. Even if humans and sirens couldn't have children, all you cared about now was having him stuff you full of his cum as a reminder of him.

"I see. I'll make sure you have my babies. Doesn't that sound nice princess? Being full of my cum-"

You let out a whimper and threw your head back, almost begging him to make good on his words. "Please! Yes! Please breed me already!"

K let out a chuckle, a sound that only made you shiver before he pounded into you harder. Each connection of your hips shakes you to your core.

You held on tightly to his broad shoulders as he kept his pace up, and before you could make sense of it, your orgasm hit.

Stars instantly filled your vision as you quaked, clenching down and spasming as cries of pleasure rang in the air. Seeming to bring K right along with you, the sounds of your moans made the ocean silent to you both.

His hot cum filled you up in no time, stuffed full and dripping out of your fucked out cunt. You could've even sworn you felt his seed reach your womb. The thought only made you more satisfied.

Your breathing was heavy as well as the sirens that was now splayed out on top of you. Well that and still inside you. But he was still very much conscious, whispering sweet nothings in between kisses on your burning skin.

As he pulled out slowly, you couldn't help but whine at the empty feeling. You sat up and pouted but K just laughed and pulled you into his arms.

"Don't worry princess, I made good on my promise." Even after all that, you still had the capacity to get shy and hid your face but it only made him laugh more.

Eventually, the banter died down and the two of you remained cuddled up on the sand of this deserted island, watching the sun finally sink below the horizon.

At that moment you sprang up, the reality of your situation coming in full force. "Oh my god! I'm fucking stranded! How am I gonna get back home?!"

You nearly burst into tears at the thought but were only met with a pat on the head. A nonchalant but comforting gesture from your… well you didn't know what he was to you at that moment.

"Princess relax. I'll help you get home. But only when you want to go home." His eyes were sincere as he opened his arm back up to you, letting you rejoin him.

"Thank you… but ah what do you mean, when I want to?"

K only smiled before kissing you deeply, holding the contact for a few moments and pulling away. The sincerity now replaced with a burning but sensual glow.

"It's still mating season Princess."

#&team smut #andteam smut #&team k smut #k smut #k x reader #k #andteam k smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours

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saints-who-never-existed · 10 months

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Hickey is a surpassingly lonely man certainly, but often overlooked - or at the very least something I'd like to talk about more - is the fact that he is absolutely not the only one, despite what he may think.

The Terror is a show, after all, that is as much about abject, crushing isolation as it is about love and intimacy and brotherhood in the face of tragedy. About the extent to which each man is affected by loneliness and the ways in which he does or doesn't deal with it. About whether he even understands the nature of it in the first place and by extension, whether he understands himself.

Franklin is a surpassingly lonely man too.

Think of him in the novel being deeply uncomfortable in the world and in the company of other men to the point where he resorts to bribery, however unconsciously, in order to ingratiate himself with them.

Think of him in the show gazing from the outside in at Fitzjames and the Lieutenants laughing away together at the admiralty shindig, an in-crowd Franklin has missed out on ever truly being a part of.

Think how that drives him to poorer and ever riskier decisions. Failure of the expedition is not an option for him because it will also mean a failure to improve his social standing and gain entry to that crowd.

Crozier is a surpassingly lonely man too.

Think of how the outside world has made him so, certainly - how his nationality and class and overall station in life have seen him excluded from professional advancement and romantic fulfilment.

But think also how he doesn't help himself all that much. Think on how insular and uncommunicative he stays even after he 'gets better', how right Franklin was when he said Crozier makes himself miserable, distant, and hard to love, and that he blames the world for it.

Think of how that vindictive streak and that unwillingness to communicate foments mutiny and continues to cut him off even from those who are his allies.

Fitzjames is a surpassingly lonely man too.

Think of how he holds others at an arms length with all the artifice surrounding the great gilded life he's built for himself.

Think of how desperate he is to be seen but also of the great lengths he goes to for much of the story to never allow himself to be fully perceived.

Think of the unusual, secretive nature of his birth and early life that keep him even from being able to properly perceive and understand himself until it's too late.

Think how all that insecurity fueled his ridiculous heroics and think how the reopening of old wounds from those heroics helped to doom him.

Little is a surpassingly lonely man too.

Think of how he's ignored and denigrated and absolutely hung out to dry by his Captain.

Think of how hard he works, how diligently he does what's asked of him and what's needed, and how cruelly he's forced to confront the fact that it's never going to be enough.

Think of how profoundly, incandescently angry he is about the injustices he endures and how he has absolutely no one he can truly confide in about it.

Hodgson and Irving are surpassingly lonely men too.

Think of Hodgson forever being just slightly out of step with the rest of the crew, officers and men alike. Of how he surprises even himself with how harshly and suddenly his unhappiness and insecurity turns not just into mutinous designs but into pure self-loathing.

Think of Irving being isolated and brought down by his own inherent inflexibility. Of how the rigidity of his faith and his world view in general prevents him from any great examination or understanding of his own desires or the desires of others.

Tozer is a surpassingly lonely man too.

Think of the isolation inherent even just in being a Marine, separate from but at the mercy of the officers above, and never truly integrated with the regular seamen below either.

Think of him becoming increasingly insular and distrustful as the story progresses and he loses all faith in command. All he wants is to protect everyone but the structure through which he's always done that falls down around him and leaves him lost.

That all-permeating atmosphere of isolation, that fateful lack of understanding has just as much, if not even more influence on the story as the shining mercurial little moments of love and connection do and I desperately need to parse some more coherent thoughts about that as soon as possible

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kevotsuka · 5 months

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I want to hear more pregnant Bezz thoughts of yours. What's his pregnancy like? Cravings? Illness? What does he do most of the time? You mentioned he isolated himself, does he get sad when lonely? Does Pecco visit him and help him with stuff? Does Bezz attempt to remember who the father could be and contact him? How does Bezz feel isolating himself when he's usually a very social person? Any preg!bezz thoughts you have, I love your cute au 🩵🩵

ANON I'm sorry I'm so late but my head has lately decided go to a writing strike HSHSHSHS but I've been listening to Alejandra Guzman, Cristina Aguilera and RBD in loop and now I'm better

You have very VERY important questions. Preg! Bezz has been spinning like a piece of spicy chicken in my brain and im go and talking to a bunch of moms to project my man into their problems wuwuwu

This answer is going to be too long and a mess, I'm so sorry orz orz orz

(and each pregnancy is completely unique. What is normal for one person may be a sign of absolute danger for another. Always remember to go to your trusted gynecologist/obstetrician!)

1. What's his pregnancy like? Cravings? Illness?

He craves Japanese food but is banned from sushi! He is an unhappy Bezz when people told him that sushi is dangerous for the baby. Beyond that, he doesn't really have food cravings, he just eats a lot (and then throws up because he feels guilty for eating so much. He has more problems with food than cravings. TCA/Eating Disorder Bezz is very personal to me- but it's going to therapy and continuing with a new nutritionist!)

About symptoms. At first he thinks it's an asymptomatic pregnancy, and it's more like the pregnancy is camouflaging itself.

Like. He's throwing up his guts, but he think “its relates it to the end of the season and the stress causes that in him” (even though he's no longer in line for the championship) (and he's never thrown up from stress before). He then feels fatigued and can't sleep, but that's all because he travels a lot, jet lag and all that. He misses his dog and cries looking at his photos. He has belly cramps, but it's probably something he ate in the paddock when he had a sudden aversion to the smell of chicken and he couldn't eat anything from the hospitality.

On top of that, his painkillers are kicking him between physical therapy.

When the season ends and his body has a chance to catch up, all the symptoms hit him like a truck. Headaches, heartburn, constipation and generally the desire to die to end the torment of him. He is also bloated…? and feels like shit. The bug is charging for every fall he had at the end of the season, or at least that's what Bezz thinks as he gets up for the second time in the night to urinate at the end of the second trimester or when he has to drink his calcium-fortified milk -very expensive and he hates the taste-. The bug is really demanding with they needs!

2. What does he do most of the time? You mentioned he isolated himself, does he get sad when lonely?

I said “practically vanished from the face of the earth.” He wasn't really alone, he is a family man, and of course he returned to his childhood home! His older sister was very happy for him! (The youngest offered him a rue tea as soon as he mentioned that he are pregnant, before Marco clarified that he was going to keep it- wait “Laura, how do you know that these are abortifacients?” “Oh Marco, don't ask questions for which you don't want answers.")

(i'm sorry i love his sisters so much hshshs)

But yeah, he feels so lonely because he went from spending almost all the time with his team or the people at the ranch, not just the other riders, and now is just his family and his new “medical crew” (obstetrician, psychologist, nutritionist).

Also, He is an unemployed man! At least until Valentino calls him and tells him he has something for him to do at the academy (like Migno, lol)

He can't help in the mechanical workshop (although now that Vito goes to the races with him, I wonder what's happened with that), so he goes with his mom to do the administrative work.

He hates it so much :)

Those first months are torture for him and his family. His two sisters capitulated as soon as they could and left (they have a life to, Marco!). When he's not helping his mom or learning to become expert in Excel, he's watching old seasons of MotoGP, F1, and NBA. He stays at home mostly. He gets in a bad mood about it, but he prefers it to having to face his friends :(

But he can now recite by heart the podiums of every MotoGP and F1 race from 2007 and 2008!

3. Does Pecco visit him and help him with stuff?

Yeah! Bezz calls Pecco to tell him because he knows he can't run away forever for his friends, but he calls him at week 15 which is a long time past the period for a termination of pregnancy (wait, are abortions even legal in Italy?). He called pecco when he say himself “there is no turning back from this.”

(He's a fool...)

Pecco, once he discovers that Bezz is no longer going to lock himself in and respond to his messages (although not those from the academy's WhatsApp group...), finds out his home address and appears from time to time to check on him and take him out to eat Japanese food (but not sushi :c). He texts him constantly and listen to Marco when he calls him to tell him something about how horrible he feels and how none of the websites he's seen talk enough about back pain (they do, he doesn't really read a lot).

Bezz is also ignoring the absolute circus that is the 2024 season because he feels rubbish not being there, and Pecco is happy not to touch on the topic at all because talking about the season is talking about Martín and Márquez and no, thanks.

Pecco invites himself to the baby reveal date in the obstetrician (Marco doesn't throw a reveal party, booo) and together they discover that the bug that Bezz is having will be a little boy.

It's Pecco who brings Luca and Franky when Bezz says he's ready to mention it to more people (after finding out the sex of the baby). Luca is the obvious choice for everything and Franky is Franky, so he has to be there. And they go on a shopping trip - with Pecco’s bonus - so they don't have time to process anything at all.

Franky keeps trying to buy VR46-themed things (why are there so many?) while Luca asks the -no- innocent question of “who is the father?”

4. Does Bezz attempt to remember who the father could be and contact him?

NOW. THIS QUESTION.

Short answer: no :)

Long answer: To each person who asks, Bezz will say a very eloquent “I am the father of the baby :D”. He admits that he had sex with a lot of people at that time and doesn't remember most of them, so it's not worth looking for the child's other father. The bug is his, he is carrying it in his body and they don't need anyone else.

REAL Answer: Marco absolutely has an idea who the father is and will DIE before telling anyone, not even his family. He will take that secret to the grave. When his little bug is born and grows with brown eyes and to have curly brown hair, no one will ask about it anymore.

(when the boy grows up to have blue eyes and straight hair, people have QUESTIONS. Marco is not answering.)

SORRY IT'S SO LONG it's just- pregbez

#long post #motogp rpf #i have many thoughts about pregnancy #beznaia #marco bezzecchi #also #alexa play sorry for my english by in2it #preg! bez

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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Chapter 2: The Temporary Chicken Rice

Whew I'm ascending. Where do I even start with this episode? Wen pursuing Jim with everything he's got? Gaipa hearing he's got competition and IMMEDIATELY going over to stake his claim? The everything Heart and Li Ming are giving me? Praew eating every time she's onscreen like the queen she is? Saleng just Saleng-ing? This show is such a vibe, and also tugging at my heartstrings in very specific ways. I love a good slice-of-life family drama; I was devoted to shows like Friday Night Lights and Parenthood when they were on the air, and this is giving me such similar feelings.

Look, it's only episode 2, but I would die for Heart and Li Ming. I would kill for them. I would do anything to keep them safe and happy. The way Heart's parents have isolated him, and how lonely he is, it makes me want to open-mouthed bawl. No wonder he was stealing his dad's liquor, he's 17/18 and he's not allowed to leave the house by himself AT ALL? FOR YEARS? I choose to think his parents are doing this out of some misguided sense of protection rather than hiding away their disabled son out of shame, but it's cruel either way. And his mum saying 'he understands simple hand gestures' ENRAGED me, like you can't learn sign to communicate fully and respectfully with your only son? Li Ming coming into his life and just hanging out with him and treating him like he's anybody else instead of like some kind of invalid must be so freeing. And for Li Ming, Heart just being happy to hang out and let him exist as he is, without pressures and expectations that he feels completely unable and unwilling to fulfil must also feel like freedom. Oh yes I understand exactly why these two gravitate towards each other.

I loved Li Ming finding it easier to open up to Wen than to Jim or even Saleng, and Wen providing him encouragement and a listening ear, even as he gently admonishes Li Ming to talk to Jim about his future plans. Li Ming wants to escape so bad it's palpable. I can see Jim getting angry with Wen about this in the future, he will probably see it as Wen meddling in things that aren't his business, encouraging Li Ming away from the expectations Jim has for him, but somebody he can talk to about this stuff who can guide and encourage him instead of dismissing it outright is exactly what Li Ming needs.

Saleng and Praew coming to Jim as though he's a parent when they find out Praew is pregnant really stood out for me. Saleng's parents are dead and Praew's seem to live far away, so I suppose for all intents and purposes Jim *is* their dad, which is reinforced by him going without car insurance to give Praew a dowry. I wonder how Jim ended up taking care of Saleng like this, were his parents the original owners of the diner? I'm so intrigued by their relationship.

As for Jim and Wen, the chemistry continues to be absolutely insane. Wen is putting his whole pussy into trying to get Jim to be his man, because it's clear to everybody except Jim that Jim is totally that home he thinks he can't be for literally everybody around Moonlight Chicken. Wen feels Jim's warmth and presence in contrast to what he has with Alan (who remains absent this episode, and the longer he stays offscreen the more desperate I am to finally meet this character), and he is drawn into the orbit all the other characters inhabit around Jim. As for Jim, he says they can't be a thing, but literally EVERYBODY who knows him sees Wen isn't just anybody to him. Wen's mere presence galvanises Gaipa into a desperate attempt to lock it down, or at least look like he has it locked down to scare Wen off. And for somebody who insists that he's better off alone, he can't really leave Wen alone either. He could've walked away at the mall. He could've said no to lunch. He could have refused the fruit. He could have put up a firmer barrier when Wen asked to lean on his shoulder. But he ain't doing any of that, because Jim craves what Wen is offering him, which is somebody to talk to, somebody to share his burdens with, somebody to take care of him instead of needing him to take care of them all the time. Wen doesn't want or need anything from Jim beyond his heart and his presence, and it's why despite insisting they can't be anything Jim keeps inviting Wen in, allowing him to get closer and closer. In the end Wen makes a tactical retreat because he realises he needs a different approach, but he ain't giving up, not by a long shot.

Side Dishes

No but Li Ming, Saleng and Gaipa really clocked immediately that Jim is into Wen. It was especially funny how Jim tried to shoo Saleng away from the diner before Wen showed up, as though he wouldn't inevitably meet him anyway. And I loved Li Ming not accepting 'stay out of grown folks business' as an answer. Wen was in his house, stumbled into his room even, he has a right to know who this mans is.

Another person whose business is out in plain sight is Gaipa, whose heart eyes for Jim are being studiously but not unkindly ignored. Jim really doesn't want to hurt Gaipa's feelings, but Wen's gonna be the catalyst that forces him to.

So Li Ming doesn't appear to be in denial about his sexuality, but he doesn't broadcast it either. His crush on Heart is visible from space this episode, especially once Heart apologised, but I didn't expect him to ask him out!

Next week's previews are throwing up a few interesting tidbits, like Li Ming's mom not being supportive of Jim being gay.

Chin scritches are clearly a Gemini/Fourth thing, not just a Tinn/Gun thing.

Trying to make me believe Earth is in his late 30s is a stretch Aof, I'm just saying. I was expected to believe him as over 30 in ATOTS and almost 40 here...reaching. The suspension of disbelief on that one is hard.

I love how they're showing everybody's acne, sweat, stubble...it adds to the groundedness of the story that these people have believable imperfections on their bodies.

Next week it's Loy Krathong in-universe which puts them at the end of November 2022. I'm interested to see how all the relationships have developed with the passage of time. Also, if Alan is showing up next week that means that Wen will have been pursuing Jim for almost 3 months with Alan none the wiser, and I'm ready for the drama!

#moonlight chicken #midnight series: moonlight chicken #the moon is beautiful tonight #bl meta series

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rom-e-o · 11 months

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I have a modern AU idea for Connie and Ebenezer. And…it’s a coffee shop AU.

Hear me out:

Ebenezer, cranky and tired investor in London. Broni suit, briefcase, antique Piaget watch, the works. The definition of overworked. Even after his redemption, this man is an exhausted philanthropist, and pretty isolated. Lonely, some may say.

Every morning before work, he stops in an area coffee shop to get the exact same order: Americano with two sugars, no cream.

One day, he pops in and notes there is a new barista there. Even more noticeable, her accent is American.

She takes his order, and they move on.

This daily routine continues, until one day:

The bell atop the door rings jauntily as the man steps into the coffee house. Compared to the brutalist, mirrored architecture of the booming financial district, the inside of the cafe is warm and cozy, with kitschy decor and deep, walnut-colored furniture.

As he approaches the resisted, a cup is placed in front of him readily.

“Here, Mr. Scrooge! All ready to go.”

He glances up to see and attractive, red headed woman beaming back at him. “I figured you’d be in at your usual time, so I made it early! Oh, don’t worry, it’s still hot.”

He blinked, unsure what to say. “That’s…incredibly kind of you to remember. Thank you, miss….”

He squints at her name tag, where entertainingly enough, she had written her name in cursive that was so antiquated in its flourish that he felt for a moment he was reading his own handwriting. “Mis Constance, is it?”

She nods and dips into a curtesy. Under the generic coffee shop apron (which was quite stained, perhaps she was clumsy?) she wore a black pencil-skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and a red, corseted silk top. She looked…slightly out of place, he thought. Like she should be working a booth at Dior or Prada, not…well, in the financial district at all.

“Well, thank you,” he says, paying with his card and exiting briskly. She waves him away politely, and despite himself, he looks over his shoulder to get a second look.

To his absolute surprise, he catches her glancing at him as well.

Both flustered, they turn away from each other and continue on.

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The new morning routine continues, with her preparing his order daily and faithfully before his arrival. They chat more and more with each encounter, their smiles growing bigger and their conversation growing bolder.

Then, one day, she slides the cup across the counter with a wink.

“One day, you’re gonna switch up your order and tease me,” she says with a laugh, and he reciprocates.

“I don’t see that happening. I’m a creature of habit, love.”

“Oh? Well, if it does, let me know.”

The sentence gave him pause. Let her know. Well, obviously he would…when she took his order.

With a wave, he exited the cafe and padded toward work. As a crosswalk known for taking ages to change between lights, he glanced down to take a drink and noticed that, in addition to his name, there appeared to be additional writing on the other side of the paper shield. Slowly, he turned it around to read the distinctions cursive handwriting.

“Thanks for always brightening my day! If you ever feel like sharing more than coffee, let me know.” The sentence was followed by a smiley face.

Below that…was a phone number.

Her phone number.

#Scrooge 2022 #scrooge netflix #scrooge x oc #oc constance dogoode #coffee shop AU

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maries-gallery · 1 year

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Congratulations on your milestone! 👏 I'd like to make the following request:

Jean + “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Thank you! 💜

all the ways to say I love you event

Violet! Thank you so much for sending in a request! An amazing one at that <3

Hope you like it!

genre: fluff, love confession

warnings: none

wc: 989

The vibrant flame of a lone candle flickered on the desk, casting a warm glow on a tower of books and Jean’s features. A frown etched between his brows, he squinted, trying to decipher the words on the pages.

“In…vain…” He whispered, unsure of himself as he read through a sentence.

He didn’t know how long had passed since he’d first entered the mansion’s giant library, but he was nowhere near done with his homework. The moon could frown upon him all she wanted; he wouldn't leave this room until he had read a chapter of this book.

Until he could be sure you’d be proud of him.

His thoughts wandered over to you. To your kind smile and patience. To the soft scent of your hair that he admits to have found solace in a few too many times during your teaching lessons.

He hoped you were asleep.

Jean had tried so hard to isolate himself.

To stay away from people and cage himself in his loneliness, chided in darkness for only his inner demons to see.

A monster to humanity. A disgrace to gods above.

A sin.

And keeping to himself had never been an issue, so used he was to his own melancholy and loneliness. Confining himself to the walls of his bedroom or the grand arches of the church.

Maybe if he hid away from the world he could hope for redemption.

It hadn’t been easy for you to push your way through the walls he had built around himself, so thick and high they were.

The task had been even more daunting as he had resisted, resisted against anything kind and everything you provoked inside of him.

It had started small, a mere spark of something akin to hope. A flicker of light he had been quick to shush in its bud.

So long he had believed that he deserved nothing. No light, no warm feeling, no tender gestures. None of your smiles.

So long had he convinced himself that nothing should he feel but guilt and self hatred.

But you had persisted, in spite of all the times he had pushed you away. You had insisted on spending time with him and on teaching him how to read and write. On leading him out of the darkness and to the light of knowledge.

You had opened a whole new world to him. Not only through the discovery of words and written letters, but by granting him the door to salvation.

Slowly he had granted himself the right to open up, to think of himself as a flawed man rather than an immortal monster drenched in blood and sins.

A quiet smile curved his lips, his heart softening in his chest at the thought of you.

“In vain… Have… I struggled?” He continued, reading aloud to himself to try and get the grasp of the words on his tongue. The more he practiced the more natural they came.

He hoped to be able to read poems aloud for you, one day.

“Jean?”

He stiffened, dark eyes coming up in a haste to fall on your surprised features.

There you stood in the doorway of the library, clothed in your nightgown and drenched in silver moonlight.

“Mademoiselle.” He answered, quietly.

“What are you doing so late at night?” You asked, walking up to him, concern laced in your gaze. Your eyes fell on the Jane Austen novel in his hands.

“I could ask you the very same thing.” He said, voice soft. “Is everything alright?”

You offered him a smile, “Yes, excuse me for worrying you, I couldn’t sleep and thought I might as well read something.”

He stood up, closing the book, “Let me escort you back, then.”

“I am fine, Jean, thank you. But what are you doing up so late?” You placed a hand on his arm, inviting him to sit back down. You took a seat beside him.

His pale cheeks flushed pink, eyes averting from yours in an attempt to flee from the embarrassment creeping up his chest.

Quietly, you seized the book in front of him, observing the torn pages, features softening in gentle recollection.

You couldn’t help but wonder what had first attracted Jean to this particular volume though.

“Jane Austen is a wonderful author.” You spoke, fingers tracing the lines on the cover, “Why chose this one, Jean?”

His heart sped up, its beat loudly hammering in his chest. Yet, he answered.

“I…-I saw you reading it a few weeks back, Mademoiselle… And thought it might be good.” He answered honestly.

He had wondered about what kind of book could have made you smile like this one did. He had decided to see for himself.

“Would you like for us to read it together?” You offered, looking through the pages, “Where were you at?”

Quietly he pointed out the line.

Your features lit up in recognition, a grin breaking on your features. “My favourite!”

At the sight of your excitement he couldn’t repress a smile of his own, eyes softening as he gazed at you.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” You read aloud, Jean listening intently.

For some reason the words stuck to him, neatly tucked in a corner of his mind. He didn’t know what had made it so special back then.

Not until he succeeded in untangling the bundle of feelings swirling in his chest when it came to you.

And then one day, as he held your hands in his, desperate to let go, dark eyes boring into yours with the intensity of a million nights, the words finally made sense.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire fanfic #ikemen vampire fanfiction #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire fluff #ikemen series #ikevamp #ikevamp fluff #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikevamp jean

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monstersinthecosmos · 1 year

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I think what makes this whole situation even worse for Armand is that he only has one (1) fledging. There is literally no point of reference about anything when it comes to him and Daniel except for Armand’s past experiences with Marius which in SOME ways are similar to what Armand and Daniel went through but in other ways they’re completely different experiences. Lestat, Marius and pretty much all of the other main vampires in the series (even Louis even though RIP to both those cuties) have a whole roaster of fledglings to develop different types of relationships with and over the series, they allow them to grow and change and feed off each other, but Armand *only* has Daniel, so it must be legitimately maddening because all the good and the bad and the crazy is just… one relationship for Armand. And it’s obviously a position he put himself in by obsessing over and falling in love with Daniel so hopelessly to the point where he couldn’t even consider continuing existing without him. And then he cursed them both. But I think that in finding himself and regaining his will to live and to have meaningful connections in late canon, he was also able to accept Daniel’s love again, and maybe to start having important conversations about the trauma they both went through when Daniel was turned and after they separated. I’d like to think they didn’t just reunite in PL and immediately jumped right back into a relationship like two stupid teenagers but actually had Important Conversations about what they’d gone through before Daniel moved into Trinity Gate and they decided to give it another go. NYC has great therapists and they’re rich so, please? 🙏

[ dgajksdg I waited too long to answer this bc I was too sad but just for reference icymi I got this ask after posting this devastating shit ]

fuck man!!!!!!

yes! YES.

(I feel like I don’t have a lot to add except that I’m bawling my fuckin eyes out so hear me out for a sec)

It’s just like, man Armand is so fuckin tragic you know? There’s so much nature/nurture to think about when you look at the others but it’s like, he was SO deeply traumatized for his early years I’m not surprised he couldn’t even try. I bring this up from time to time but it’s like, his time with Marius was so brief in the scheme of things, and even if his turning itself or the small amount of time he had with Marius wasn’t traumatic, the fallout was ENOUGH. And like, to relapse back into a cult after being with Marius makes me wonder if he convinced himself that those years were like, an abomination or a mistake, even if his actual turning itself wasn’t awful.

Then you look at someone like Lestat, who was also super traumatized by the way he was turned, and simply will not fucking stop making fledglings because he’s so lonely and has no impulse control and can’t cope with the concept of losing people. I think the two of them are both so desperate for companionship and still approach it so differently because of their personalities. And even without turning people I just think like, Armand has dealt with so much rejection? It's hard enough to get people to stick around when they're already vampires, like, why would he invest in a human at this point.

So yeah it’s just, it fucks me up every day of my life that Daniel is the only one for him.

I think a lot about the “Remember then that it was love” convo with Marius and how like, Armand seems to have made steady progress in his relationships over the years. Like, acting like less of an animal, being more present with people, etc. And it finally settles on Daniel and repeats some of the Venice stuff.

The irony too of how he GOT Daniel there by being a fucking predator at first; same with how Marius chose Armand because he had no innate value anymore as a person, no one would miss him, every day Marius gave him was a bonus and he was living on borrowed time. Daniel’s life sort of ends the night he meets Louis and Armand harasses him to the point of completely isolating him and fucking up his whole life. In that way he’s at rock bottom with nothing else to lose, also on borrowed time, nowhere to go but up.

Anyway sdhgkjlasg boy yeah they have so much to talk about and like. I think there’s enough anecdotes about vampires who go mad and don’t recover, and it’s promising to me that Daniel DOES recover. And I want them to speak and heal and I hope they both respect how fucking special it is that Daniel is The One.

#i'm sad about armand again good morning!#armand pain #vampire chronicles #devil's minion #armand #daniel molloy #armand/daniel #deep ass thoughts about vampires #trauma hole theory #anne rice

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copicwritesblabberblahs · 10 months

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DREAM A LIL' DREAM

📌 TomTord (dont like it = just dont read), Very sweet, soft, sexuality awakening? the realisation at least.

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Tord was practically '6"2 of everything girls wanted. Big and well-built, tall and athletic, foreign and mature, well-dressed and charming, ocassionally mean and snarky. He was, as advertised, a total girl magnet. Tord should be well on his way to finding the girl.

Yet, he somehow always found himself hanging out with Tom. His childhood friend just always happened to be there when no one else was. Despite the advantage towards Tord, there seemed to be something... different between them, something that neither one could explain.

They were brought together by yet another boring dinner and both Tom and Tord just felt that they had a more enjoyable time alone. Someplace away from all the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, they both felt that having to withstand the noise of a full house was total and complete torture. So, as they usually did on such occassions, they made their way out to the garden and headed for the big, rusty ventilator beside the house. The roof quickly became the perfect escape for them, as it was easy to climb up to and provided a clear, open space to simply breathe and collect oneself. It was calming. In that moment, the roof began to feel like a small isolated island to the boys, far far away from the commotion of the world; drifting absolutely alone on the calm and infinite ocean of the night sky, stars illuminating the path to escape.

They both enjoyed this notion, and soon began talking each others ears off; the conversation turned more riveting as the moon turned brighter and brighter. God, Tord just found Tom incredibly intriguing. The way he viewed the world was nothing like Tord had ever thought of or even dared think of, peeling back his reality and learning to see the colours in a completely different way was what drew Tord towards Tom in the first place.

It was more than a curious attraction, Tord admired Tom. He adored him. More than he had realised in fact, as he recently found himself thinking of the brit more and more. He would catch himself picturing the brits smile, hearing his rowdy laugh or derisive grunt in times where Tom wasnt even remotely related. Tord continued to ignore the frequency of this, until eventually it was happening so often, that something suddenly.. clicked in his head.

Tord... never stopped thinking about Tom.

Confused by the euphamism, Tord attempted to continue his current conversation with Tom by talking as if he hadnt just unlocked a part of himself he never knew exsisted. Tord never did stop thinking of Tom, and it was only just begining to confuse him. He shouldnt be obsessively thinking of his best friend like he was, it didnt make any sense. It was crazy, right? No, Tord was supposed to be a ladies' man, the ladies' man. He always has, he always will.

Yet... he didnt feel he deserved that title right now. Right now, the most perfect woman doesnt sound half as interesting as the man before him, the guy sitting across from him on their lonely, little island of a roof. This... boy. The boy with all these brilliant ideas and daring plans and dreams and passions. The most beautiful woman sounds like nothing compared to the beauty of the boy before him.

Drenched in a swelling warmth, Tord couldnt help but smile as he continued to listen attentively to the boy with the dreams, his passion etched in the emotions of his words as it took form through his hands and expressions. Tom spoke with pure, colorful feeling and it captured everything Tord had to give and made him want to watch Tom talk and talk and talk until no air is left for his lungs to breathe. In that moment, Tom took a pause in his rant to ask if Tord was okay. All he could manage in response was a small nod and nervous grin, as he was otherwise proccupied dealing with this new and strange feeling infiltrating his heart.

It was an intoxicating feeling, unlike any other Tord had felt. It gave him a strong urge, it made Tord want to gift Tom what no one else could, give his absolute everything; his being and his entirety would be left to Tom, with the same undying passion he so adored about the boy. What he wouldnt give to the boy full of dreams.

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#eddsworld #eddsworld headcanons #eddsworld tord #tord eddsworld #eddsworld tom #tom eddsworld #tomtord #tordtom #ew tomtord #ew tom #ew tord

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out of the first class trio who is the most sensitive one

Well dear anon I think the answer to this is probably all of them.

Genesis: Gen is extremely sensitive and emotional insomuch as he is sensitive to rejection and easily triggered by feelings of inadequacy. I think Gen probably gets triggered emotionally by quite a lot. Anytime his intellect or physical ability is called into question Genesis immediately takes a defensive position.

This mostly comes from being such an emotionally disregulated child. His parents were only ever interested in what Genesis could provide for them in terms of his inventions (which I believe there probably more than just the Apple juice, it’s just that, that is what he’s most famous for.) they didn’t really have time for his outburst and I think that even if Genesis’s Nanny’s were precious too him he still craved his mother and fathers attention.

As an adult he has lost interest in trying to get them to pay attention to him as a person, but his sensitivity to being ignored or rejected rears it’s ugly head in a reminder that he will always be that lonely little boy, who talked too much yet still couldn’t get his mama to look at him.

Angeal: I think Angeal used to be quite a sensitive kiddie. He was certainly the most likely to cry over kittens and movies. The difference is, Angeal was taught how to regulate his emotions. The times when Angeal found himself overwhelmed I believe his father would talk him through it. Angeals father is too big of a crux in Angeals story for me to believe he wasn’t an emotionally open man. I think Angeal learned a lot about being emotionally open and empathetic from his father.

The trouble comes, however, when his father dies. I think Angeal relied a lot on his father to coach him through his more disregulated moments. I think none of the firsts actually have a natural ability to regulate themselves because of the mako and Angeal relied upon his father to be his regulation.

Angeal knows it’s okay to cry, he knows fondness is an okay emotion; that love is what drives us. But his fathers death makes Angeal close off to what he’s been taught because it hurts. In the end Angeals sensitivity and emotional intelligence is what kills him.

He feels too much. Too much honour, too much guilt, too much anger and sorrow.

Sephiroth: arguably Sephiroth is the MOST sensitive of the three. You don’t burn down an entire village and commit mass genocide after finding out you’ve been lied too your entire life because your not emotional. Sephiroth has always been sensitive, he just has a screwy way of showing it.

He’s closed of and snappish. He locks himself away and stops eating. He shuts down. Refuses to verbally respond. Sephiroth emotional is the worst version of himself. And -like Genesis- it’s absolutely his parents fault. Hojo is a bastard of the highest order. In fact bastard isn’t a strong enough word but I don’t wish to be shadow banned. The man abused Sephiroth his entire life, he tortured him into subservience and the people Seph learned how to emote from are not exactly masters in their field.

We know something’s about to go down with Glen. Genesis seems to think hitting people with fire spells is an acceptable way to show affection and Angeals so busy obsessing over honour he confuses friendship with command. Sephiroth has zero healthy remodels for this kind of thing.

The man has abandonment issues, he’s isolated and afraid. Sephiroth is absolutely emotionally unstable and I’d argue he has always been so. I believe it is Shirley Jackson who said “no living organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.” And when your reality is like Sephiroth’s it’s a wonder you haven’t gone mad sooner.

Sorry if this is a little heavy! If you want to ask more or you feel like I haven’t given you the answer you hoped let me know and I’ll try my best!❤️❤️

#ffvii #genesis rapshodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #sephiroth crescent #crisis core #final fantasy vii #ffviicc #the first class trio #ask #anon ask #anonymous #ask answered #sensitive #first class headcanons #AGS #asg

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