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hazshit-hotel-hater · 2 months

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NGL I’m disappointed that the scene between Husk and Angel in Episode 6 was just Husk yelling and indirectly shaming Angel Dust for relapsing. Out of all the characters who can relate and empathize with Angel on addiction, it’s him. They could have had a genuine heart to heart conversation about relapsing and addiction where Husk allow himself to be vulnerable with Angel, recounting all the memories where his addiction ruined his life. At the Husk tell Angel while relapsing is normal, it isn’t healthy, he needs to start finding alternatives so he doesn’t resort to drugs first, and if he need someone to talk to, he is alway here for him as he doesn’t want Angel to become just like him.

His dialogue sounded like it came from a character who is ignorant about addiction, like Charlie or Vicky, not Husk. Husk would never say, ”Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest! I just thought you were better than this.” Because he would know from being an alcoholic, how terrible and invaliding those words are.

YES! I am very upset about this as well. While it certainly isn’t the most aggressive reprimand for relapsing I’ve seen it definitely wasn’t great either. I think a “Are you really sure you want to be doing that?” would’ve been better or even just Husk giving him a stern look.

[Brief intermission of me opening up the episode again for review]

Okay. I have words.

So. The way Husk says the line you mentioned to Angel, I can see where he’s coming from, but considering the fact Angel just complained about having a genuinely dangerous day at work, I think Husk giving a look like I mentioned would be the best course of action. That or like “Just try not to.” Now real quick as someone thats struggled with addiction, words like that really don’t/didn’t have much of an impact on me but—as cheesy as it is—the thought counts. I suppose I can understand maybe Husk said that because he might’ve been projecting or something?? I don’t know really, but it just like. Angel doesn’t seem too bothered by it but you can tell Husk’s words don’t exactly help much.

I think your idea of a heart to heart would’ve been really great actually. A scene of Husk pulling Angel aside for a talk would give some reason as to why Angel starts behaving so randomly nice in the rest of the episode. I wouldn’t mind Husk being a little aggressive about it as long as it didn’t end with him shaming Angel for it. Like maybe he gets a bit heated and then apologises and they talk things out civilly.

Im also a bit confused on the direction of the relapsing in question because we can see that Husk is clearly against Angel doing drugs, but with shots he doesn’t seem to care at all and even downs two at the same time himself so I guess maybe that can be attributed to Husk not seeing alcohol as an issue, but again I dunno. It’s really strange how they portray everything in this episode.

End of the line, this is more of Vivzie being confused about her own story it seems.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel critical #angel dust hazbin #angel hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husk hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #huskerdust #do I tag this huskerdust??? this isnt a ship post but I mean its the two of them so I guess #raimble

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lafayette-paw-arts · 2 months

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Ur blog srsly brings us the vees polycule we needed. Do you have any angsty hcs 👀

I am glad to bring it! As a poly person myself I was very upset the Vees aren't canonically poly, I was so excited for the rep

As always your wish is my command but careful what you wish for~

Valentino has hit Vox with the glass cups he throws before, it shattered Vox's screen because of the force and Valentino completely panicked. He vowed to never throw things again but being Val it didn't last very long, he's now hyper aware of when he throws something near Vox so it doesn't hit him. While Vox usually sidesteps to move further away from the impact point he knows if he stayed put it wouldn't have hit him.

Velvette once forgot about the extermination and went out to get something an hour before it started, she got caught up in the extermination and got badly hurt. Thankfully the boys were there to protect her and get her back to the safety of the tower.

Vox had also been hurt badly that night because he stalled for time so Valentino could get Velvette back to the tower, Velvette felt so guilty after that, she knows her stupid mistake could have gotten them all killed.

Vox has serious insecurity issues but he rarely talks about them to his partners despite how much they want him to open up, he's worried if he does they'll realize he's not worth their time.

Velvette has scars on her thighs from a particularly bad ex she had when she first got to hell, the boys asked about them only once but when she quickly shut down all questions about it and practically bolted from the room they mutually understood they were never going to ask her about it again. If she wants to tell them she will.

Vox has a nasty scar that runs down his back, Valentino and Velvette assume it's from Alastor but they have no confirmation or denial, Vox keeps it hidden as often as he can.

Val has several scars across his midsection, he's told the others where they came from and the three of them will take the secret to their second graves.

Vox has a special technician he pays a lot to deal with his electrical components including the bigger shit like having to replace his screen or in rare cases of severe damage his whole TV needs to be replaced (tho sometimes it is replaced for upgrades).

He's scared he has to leave his fate in someones hands like this but he doesn't have any other choice. He refuses to let Velvette and Valentino in while his technician is working on him. He feels vulnerable enough during this without them witnessing it.

Vox doesn't tell the others if he's not feeling well, he usually locks himself up and tries to deal with it himself, if it ends up being a problem for his technician he calls them, but if its not he tries to deal with it himself without the other Vees finding out.

Velvette has deep self hatred issues, she's always trying to dress better, look better, be better, but it's never enough for her. The boys try their best to show her that she's more than enough, sometimes she believes them, most of the time she doesn't.

When one of the others is hurt the other will be by the bedside keeping an eye on them. Vox will usually be trying to keep things in all of their departments running while the other one deals with the one who is hurt, it's easier for him to bury himself in work than to worry himself sick.

If Vox himself is hurt Val and Velvette will shut the whole damn tower down and sit with him.

Vox made Valentino cry once, he can't even remember what he did to accomplish it but it freaked him out so badly, he never thought he'd see the moth cry and it was definitely a "NOPE! NEVER AGAIN!!!" moment for him.

Vox and Velvette both struggle to talk about serious matters when it comes to the relationship, Val is just much more open.

Velvette doesn't usually have an issue asking to be held when she's feeling like she isn't enough, but Vox struggles hard, very often unable to ask even for a simple hug because he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

Valentino has severe abandonment issues. He really hates being alone in the penthouse so if the others are working he's usually down in the studio bothering some of his employees for random reasons just to keep from being alone.

Valentino always worries that he's too clingy and that the others hate it. Actually they love that he's clingy and snuggly, they tell him that often, he doesn't always believe them.

They each have their own way to calm the others down. Vox will calmly talk them down, Velvette will give soft touches and hugs, and Valentino will use his wings as weighted blankets and allow the others to play with the fluff at the edges of his wings until they're calm.

Alrighty that's all I got, hope you like it!

As always if you want more please let me know!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #the vees #valentino #poly headcanons #polyamory #vox #angst #angsty headcanons

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hazelnut-u-out · 4 months

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What would your ideal Morty therapy appointment look like (assuming that he went alone)? 🤔

Going to try to answer this even though my brain feels like mush, lol.

So, there are quite a few things I'd like to see. Obviously, I wouldn't expect a single episode to actually tackle every aspect of what therapy would realistically look like for a character like Morty, but hey-- at this rate, every episode aside from 'Fear No Mort' that's attempted to psychoanalyze him hasn't done the best job, I fear... *cough cough*

Anyway, here are some of the things I'd like to see addressed in an actual therapy setting (importantly, not some other form of psychoanalysis, like the Fear Hole, Roy, etc.):

Autism/Pilot Disability

It bothers me every day that the writers never followed up on that throw-away line about Morty having a disability in the pilot. Obviously, I headcanon that he's autistic (I mean, surely that's half of the dynamic with Rick right there, lol). I personally think that Rick and Morty have some autistic traits that present to the opposing extremes. For example, I think Rick struggles with hypo-empathy and Morty with hyper-empathy. I think Rick excels in math where Morty excels in English/literature. I think Rick struggles to mask and Morty is high masking. Rick just doesn't people please to survive in the same way Morty has been socialized to. (Most of this is my interpretation of the characters, but there are scenes that back up my points, as I'm sure you've caught onto, haha.) I think it would be cool to see Morty open up about feeling ostracized from his peers, struggling to make friends his own age, struggling with feelings of being 'behind'/weird/awkward, and how all of that made him the perfect victim. This is probably the least likely of my wants to be addressed in a therapy setting. I think that if they confirm it, it'd be in a pretty lowkey way, similar to what they did with Rick. I think the cold open for 'Mort: Ragnarick' might've actually been an indication that Morty isn't neurotypical, but we knew that already. I actually sort of headcanon Goldenfold's class as a remedial math course because of how simple the math seems to be, though I'm sure it was initially just some math they threw in for the pilot.

2. Grooming...

This is a tough one to include. Morty has been with WAYYY too many older women throughout the course of the show, but Planetina in particular gives me the chills. I would love to see how that's impacted him, or maybe even how his abusive dynamic with Rick and his neglectful relationship with his parents pushed him into that vulnerable position even more.

3. Mommy Issues (or neglectful parenting in general)

This one is a good follow-up for the last one. Morty's dynamic with Beth in 'A Rickconvenient Mort' is something I literally get up in the middle of the night just to think about. It makes my chest ache. I think it's because I know exactly how it feels to be Morty in that situation. When your parents constantly downplay your own feelings, put you in dangerous/vulnerable situations with reckless abandon, and completely shut you out emotionally it can feel like they just want to ruin your life when they try to protect you. To be honest, the show's dynamic wouldn't exist without Beth's negligence. Morty has two moms and neither of them have really tried to protect him. Even Jerry failed him.

4. Crying.

Idk, just lots of it. He deserves to cry about whatever he wants and be validated.

5. Justifying Rick's Actions

I would LOVE to see Morty try to explain Rick's actions away to someone who actually cares if he's being abused. I could see Morty say something to a therapist, there be a negative reaction or uncomfortable silence, and him try to say: 'It's really for my own good, though, you see...'/'You just don't know Rick the way I do. I'm the only one who really gets him...'/'It would break Mom's heart...'/'He would never hurt me on purpose...' Then to have a professional get in there and really debunk that internalized manipulation? I would die (in a good way).

5. Trauma Responses

They've sort of been hinting at this for a bit, but I think the whole point of Rick's improvement-- at least, in Morty's case-- is 'too little too late.' Rick may be getting better, but how is Morty supposed to trust him? Especially when Rick has been 'nice' for the express purpose of hurting him before? Even in his everyday life, I'm sure he has those moments of anxiety/dread/odd behavior because of the shit he's been through.

There's more, but my brain is fried right now, so maybe I'll revisit this ask later. Anyway, this was fun to think about! Thanks for asking! <3

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #asks

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pop-punklouis · 1 year

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OKAY so i have lots of thoughts but i think the main takeaway that really sat with me throughout the film and even after is that so much of this documentary was about feeling. when you strip back the content regardless of how one perceived the film, it’s obvious that AOTV was a cathartic release for louis. it’s something he has wanted to put out for a long time. and when you really look into his career arc throughout the band and into solo territory, so much of his thoughts and feelings and words had been minced or sanitized or completely overshadowed by others whether that’s through his image or the media etc. he’s never been able to sit down in a room and just freely speak openly about his inner struggles/outer struggles and it come from his own mouth without worry of someone taking his words out of context or cutting them up for a headline. there’s a sense of vulnerability that fills up a lot of space in the documentary. you hear it in his voice. you see it on his face. you feel it in his body language and how he crafts his words. being able to bring the audience into areas of his life where he felt the most insecure or afraid and lead them through it to where he ultimately feels “deserving” of what he has in a satisfying yet human way is something i believe was difficult for him to do, but he does it with so much grace and strength.

and i think working through this documentary and flipping through these pages in his life regardless of if it was a speed run at times or lingered for a bit longer, is cleansing for him. for the first time in his career this documentary gives him access to be able to take off the tape and just. feel. not only privately but publicly. he’s at a place where he wants to open up his chest to fans and anyone who wants to listen in a way that still protects his privacy and personal life (and still sets a narrative) but tells bits of his inner dialogue about his career and personal reflection in the way he ultimately wants to tell it. and even though we know louis humanity already, there is a deeper and rawer look at his humanity (especially in the first half of the film) that grows throughout the footage. in the absence of words you’re able to perceive how human he is. you’re able to strip away that louis tomlinson™️ vision (for better or for worse) that we all know, love, and have independently created and just see him become more and more human which is something that truly impacted me the more i observed him outside of the interviews. the candid moments. the quick shots. the personal venting. the adrenaline high after performing. the words spoken into the void after certain life circumstances occurred. how he carries himself and has grown into himself the past 10+ years. they’re all small details but it snowballs into so much feeling and catharsis from himself and the viewers watching. he should be so proud of what he is and who he is. he’s always been deserving but i’m so happy he now personally feels like he can say that and feel that out loud. just lovely

#i’m just!!!!#i have many other thoughts but that’s the one i wanted to get down first bc yeah ❤️‍🩹

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liyazaki · 2 years

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honesty as a burden, a blade & abatement

for all his airy irreverence, Aye is incredibly serious about the code of conduct by which he lives his life.

at the core of that code is honesty- it's foundational to who he is as a person. it may have been the character trait he admired most in his uncle, aside from his warmth and kindness. Aye jokes; he's the king of saucy, sarcastic commentary- but he never lies (not to the people who truly matter, anyway).

and it's easy to understand why: Aye strives to honor his uncle's memory in everything he does. he's trying to emulate the man who had such an enormous impact on his self perception- on the entire trajectory of his life.

even the way Aye loves is a bittersweet nod to the man who taught him how to love himself first. when Aye meets Akk's constant rejections with empathy, he's honoring him. when he refuses to take the easy route and go on the defensive, he's honoring him.

Aye always, always takes the higher, harder road- away from the well-worn path, choosing to lean instead into what's tender and true.

that commitment to being so authentic, self-preservation be damned has to feel like a metaphorical blade he's turning on himself at times. I like to think I'd be strong enough to be so emotionally naked and vulnerable, but Aye makes me second-guess that notion.

the pain doesn't stop him, though- Aye's been through hell and back. he's used to carrying great and terrible burdens, and normally he bears up under the incredible weight of them just fine. Aye is enormously and consistently selfless in the thing that matters most: his actions.

but we're different with the people who know us best, aren't we? with the people who raised us, or who have seen us at our worst, our best and love us anyway. they have clear line of sight into what makes us tick, what makes us happy- and what makes us ache.

Aye and his mother clearly have an open, compassionate relationship, from the little glimpses we've gotten. in episode 8, she gently confronts him about leaving this quest for answers about his uncle behind, for his own sake.

she soothes his guilt and fear that they could've done more to save his uncle before asking the terrible, necessary question to her son who's clearly, deeply hurting:

and it's because of his commitment to honesty that we get to witness Aye in a rare moment of awful vulnerability.

he looks gut-punched by her question. Aye knows he excels at understanding the people around him, and anticipating what they'll say and do by proxy. as much as he tries to live as transparently and authentically as he can, he keeps the exhaustion and grief he carries close to the chest.

he didn't see that question coming, or that his mother was aware of how much he's actually hurting; how achingly lonely it is to carry what he carries.

the initial shock wears off, and Aye hangs his head as he struggles to answer. his tiredness has to feel bone-deep and never ending- but he won't lie to his mother, he just won't. I don't think he's sure he can answer "no" honestly.

so he ruminates, and he hesitates. his mother holds her breath and looks horrified, but she gives him time.

and then Khaotung serves a masterclass in micro-expressions as we watch Aye muster up a little of his signature lightness to give her the brave answer: "no. I won't leave you, Mom."

and here's what simultaneously breaks my heart and makes me fall that much more in love with this gorgeously-nuanced character: he's not lying (not in my book, anyway).

we're watching Aye pull from an internal well that's obviously near-dry. he has to be honest, and he has to answer in a way that won't devastate this person he loves so much- so he digs deep and he just does. he finds a way- a spark of the fire that keeps him going.

this is how Aye shows love: by always authentically showing up, always- no matter the cost to himself.

if there's ever been a character deserving of rest, of care, of love given freely without reservation or hesitation- it's Aye.

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #khaotung thanawat #every knee better be bowing to khaotung on this here frigay #(don't be fooled if this meta sounds put together- i rarely cry in dramas but this scene made me a MESS)#the eclipse meta #tonanons #tosnimeat #userconcrete #mjtag #asiandramanet #asianlgbtqdramas #mor gifs the eclipse

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ay0nha · 1 year

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Dead Man Walking (II) | Tommy Miller

SUMMARY: “Jealous?” The warmth you felt helped the teasing statement be excused. Tommy scratched at his facial hair, trying to cover for himself, emanating a light laugh. But you only continued to joke. “Maybe if you knocked him out for me, I’d be kissing you better.”

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x femme!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.5K

WARNINGS: not too much, pretty fluff oriented, grumpy reader getting hit on poorly, mentions of guns, little bit spicy (not smut though), hot mess because I rushed the ending, cliches/tropes, etc.

A/N: Soooo, here’s a part two! I was struggling with this one a little bit, but I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that it is what it is. Enjoy! AS ALWAYS Huge thank you to @from-the-clouds who continually listens and helps!

The house always seemed to groan. It held ghosts of previous owners that begged for their lives back. And yet, you moved through the home as if your name was on the deed.

Tommy let you pick, but the choice was purely based on distance rather than vanity. The families congregated in colorful homes that they made their own. Other neighbors shared goods, extending themselves selflessly. But you couldn’t engage as they wanted you to, so willingly unguarded.

You can trust us.

Tommy’s words were compelling. Yet, you hardly left the provided house without him luring you out with promises of fresh air and target practice. It kept you sane to place your catharsis into something outside the confines of the town.

But you needed to stretch your legs further; you wanted to join Tommy on patrol. You never asked, though. You hadn’t planned to until you got over the fact that it was purely due to how the separation impacted you.

“Let me get you another glass.” A man interrupted your solitude. You knew what his attention suggested. Regardless, your glass was pushed forward in mild resignation.

During your time in Jackson, you learned quickly about the liquor they stored. It was the only thing that comforted you with familiarity. The man recognized that, providing a glass full to the brim. You thought to thank him, but instead, you showed appreciation through a few continuous sips.

“There’s no rush, little lady.” The look on his face could have been misconstrued as being impressed by your actions. But the laugh he let out revealed his amusement. “I’ve got plenty more to share.”

You requested more, to which he happily obliged. The bottle was settled on the wooden table you unintentionally claimed. It sat in the back of the dining area, where your back could never be to the door, and you could keep a careful eye on Tommy.

“I was thinking-

“Didn’t think someone like you was capable of that.” It may have been the longest sentence he had heard come from you. But it was far from the cruelest you had pent up.

“Ah, come on now, I’ve got some brains up here. ” He feigned offense, but his smile spread. To him, you were hard to get, someone seen as unattainable who, through his flirtatious efforts, could massage something sweeter out of you. “Enough to know a pretty thing like yourself shouldn’t be so lonely.”

“Not sure I’m convinced…” You clicked your teeth with sarcasm, toying with your glass. You decided once it was low enough, you’d find something else for entertainment. “Think you might’ve missed the point of why I’m over here.”

“You don’t make it easy to stay away.”

You ignored the way his eyes drifted along your body hungrily. They were always on you with the jobs you shared. He was never subtle, but you doubted subtly was his priority.

“Then, I’ll have to try harder.”

The bottle’s contents lowered as you helped yourself to another glass. The man before you took it as your walls coming down, acting on a moment of what he took as vulnerability.

"I know everyone says you're… shy…” The community considered you a recluse. Their gazes questioned if your additional mouth to feed was worth it. “But I can tell you’re fun…just need to open you up a little.”

He insinuated something you would never entertain. His hands inched towards yours across the table to enrapture you. Yet, your focus was on Tommy across the room. You were determined to meet his eye, but he was engrossed with his company. A smile pulled his face occasionally as he contributed to the friendly conversation.

You would have memorized the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, how his laughter started deep within his chest just to echo its way to you. Typically, you’d scold yourself for admiring him that way but indulged regardless. Tonight, it hadn’t come as naturally. It was his final night before the next patrol, and you sat idly stewing in discontent.

“Look–” You’d forgotten about your date. When your eyes shifted to him, you saw how he tried to be genuine, but men like him could never accomplish that. “–I get this is new, meeting people and all that. I felt the same when I was saved, but–

If your eyes lingered ahead just a beat longer, you would have caught the moment Tommy checked on you. But the words spoken begged for your undivided attention.

“You think I needed saving?” You mocked the pity. You heard what they said, the rumors they spread about you. But this was new; you being viewed as the product of mercy.

“You deserve better–someone-” He paused to speak more definitively. “Someone who keeps the bed warm when things get lonely.”

“Let me guess, that’s you?” There was something inside you that knew better, but the moment to be a bigger person never found you. “The man that shovels shit for a living. Lucky me.”

“I knew you had a mouth on you.” He wet his lips with his drink, finishing it off. The bottle was in his hand as he went to leave, but typical of any man, he needed the last word. “Shame I won’t be able to put it to good use.”

Anger had been your companion all night. The alcohol was a catalyst to match his stance. There were murmurs around you, eyes looking for a spectacle. With a hand on the pistol attached to your hip, you hadn’t noticed Tommy detach himself from the group, knowing your next move.

“Say that again.” Cocking your head on a tilt, your expression hardened into something wild. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

The man laughed, smile morphing from something amiable to something sinister. “You know, a bitch like you needs controlling–

“That’s enough.” Tommy cut in before the insult could materialize. Your tongue was sharp and ready, but the hand that settled on your spine caused the words to die. “Now, join the others.”

“Tommy…” He started again, trying to reason, man to man. “She’s been nothing but– I was just trying–

“I wasn’t suggestin’.”

Tommy's hand remained on you every step to the door. The touch was foreign, but you could tell through the warmth it was more for his sake than yours. It was as if he were holding back from doing more damage than you.

“I had that handled.” You voiced your frustration, moving languidly from drunkenness. Brushing off his hand, you spat again, “I didn’t need your help.”

“I was helping him.” The cool air carried his words. He was calm, almost happy to have left the festivities. “If I waited any longer, he wouldn’t be standing.”

Your expression diffused slightly at his comment, "He would have deserved it."

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Tommy looked to the stars instead of you. “He always sweet on you like that?”

You gave him a once-over.

“Jealous?” The warmth you felt helped the teasing statement be excused. Tommy scratched at his facial hair, trying to cover for himself, emanating a light laugh. But you only continued to joke. “Maybe if you knocked him out for me, I’d be kissing you better.”

The irony was palpable. The times Tommy got in trouble for the sake of saving someone’s honor could no longer be counted on one hand. He would have easily fallen into the trap all those years ago, but now he only watched how you stumbled beside him.

“Think it’s time to call it a night.”

You stared heavenward as he had, the icy air making tears prick your waterline. It was all too much too soon. The happiness was nauseating, and the community’s collective eye made you cynical.

“Walk me back?”

“‘Course.”

You led the path back, choosing the long way purposefully. You had waited long enough to spend time with him, and with him in your grasp, he was yours for the night. Your shoulders brush but never quite touched, and you tried to think of something to say. You didn’t know what you could say if you were brave enough to say what you wanted. It remained like that until you unlocked the front door.

“How are you settling in?” Tommy took the state your home. Things looked untouched, your bag still packed, ready to leave at a moment’s notice.

“Don’t.”

“I’m not tryin’ to argue.”

Tommy diffused lightly, choosing to settle in the living room. He always looked for something to fix in your home, an excuse to knock on your door. You watched his fingers trail the fireplace, assuring the caulk hadn’t cracked.

“We’re not arguing.”

The idea stung; that every interaction the two of you had led into disarray. Tommy wasn’t blind to the fact that it wasn’t a personal attack, just a moment of progress only he had the privilege to be a part of.

“Thought you would have killed these by now.” Tommy played with the petals of the flowers he’d collected. They were wildflowers he plucked. After borrowing some dirt from the farmers, he placed them in an old tin. A housewarming gift, he called it.

“So did I.”

Some days, you’d sit there and watch the flowers bloom into the centerpiece for the coffee table. Some petals started brown, others falling off completely. But you encouraged the emerging buds with water and company. It was the only other living thing to occupy your home other than Tommy.

He knew you chose to be quiet. There were times you’d ramble when he hit the right topic. But you’d quickly retreat once you saw how warm his gaze was. Even now, fumbling through your cabinets, you held back. The glasses you found were already full when you spoke up again.

“Want one?”

“I leaving early tomorrow.” Tapping on the sofa’s side, Tommy hesitated but ultimately declined. You stayed with your back to him, but he watched you tense at the mention of the patrol.

“Two for me, then.” There would be no point in stopping you in your own home of all places. But you knew if you turned, you’d find a grimace, a judgment of your actions.

“We’re only going a few miles out.” Tommy attempted again. The air was thick with reservation. But you remained quiet, busing yourself with whatever was before you. He called your name, desperate for a proper response. “I won’t be gone for long…”

You suppressed the previous anger you held, it felt too hard to call upon it. But everything felt cyclical, a need for an answer to an obvious question never said aloud. “Why don’t you let me join you?”

“We both know the answer to that.”

Sitting now, Tommy looked like he belonged. Like he’d just had a long day at work, body open and inviting for any sort of tension relief he could provide. It had almost distracted you from your antagonism. Almost.

“I can handle myself.”

“You think I don’t know that?” He looked at you with genuineness, eyebrows pinched with slight worry. At least that’s what you believed it to be until he worked through his confusion, “You worried about me, is that it?”

“No.” The answer was just swift enough for Tommy to read between the lines. But it was only half of your reasoning. “They don’t need you every time, there are plenty others.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

Tommy owed more than his life could offer to the community. You knew his feelings countered yours. “How noble.”

“Thought we wasn’t arguin’.” Tommy’s lip twitched into something teasingly smug. “Careful now." He warned cleverly, "It’s starting to sound like you care.”

Curiosity transformed the air, “Is that how you would talk to me?”

Tommy let out a questioning hum, his eyes trained on your every movement. Neither noticed how you crept towards him, practically knocking your knees with his.

“Before.” You encouraged him, instructed him. “Talk to me like you would before.”

You expected resistance. But with his long, slender hands, on which the weather had taken its toll, Tommy reached for you.

Standing between his legs, his head lulled back, “Let’s see…” You squirmed to his pleasure, confirming the next words were all the more accurate, “I would say somethin’ about that blush of yours.”

You refrained from taking place beside him until now, knowing the work of your bourbon would take over. You weren’t daring enough to settle on his lap, but with every ounce of courage, you mustered, your legs were flesh with his.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” An arm settled behind you as Tommy played out the scenario. He had given plenty of thought to it. “I’d make sure you knew I only have eyes for you.” There was your smoking cowboy. “Then, I’d–I would–

“Go on, tell me what you’d do…” Your voice was just above a whisper. You were intent on distracting him. Especially when your hand dragged along his jean-clad thigh, going higher and higher, trying to reach an unexplored destination.

Steady as ever, Tommy’s eye contact remind strong, and his breathing even. You wished you could read his mind to know how if your fingers continued to dance on him, he’d do himself in.

“You lost?”

You avoided his question as you pressed your lips to his. You finally were relieved of the fog that you carried with you. This, the clear solution. You pulled him by the shearling of his jacket to only hold him closer as you attacked his lips.

It was easy for Tommy to get lost in the sensation. He used his position to his advantage to deepen the kiss, thumb playing at your temple. He held you firmly despite his continual gentle touch. It was as if he got more relief from it than you had, but it was hard to tell as you melted into his touch.

Yet, he quickly pushed back, hand finding purchase on your jaw, "W-wait-Wait."

Your lips were swollen, all his doing, which only made the words that left them all the more beautiful, "Stay with me."

Relief washed over you when he agreed. You were bolder now, no longer using your inebriation as a crutch. You thread your fingers through his hair while Tommy passed along another peck in gratitude. The moment he stepped through your door, Tommy sought the invitation. The toll of patrol worked both ways, and staying with you allowed something for him to hold onto until he returned. A little dryness in the mouth, lethargy in the muscles, and clumsiness in the tongue would be the only memory of how Tommy stayed until the sun rose.

#q #tommy miller #tommy #miller #tommy miller fluff #tommy miller angst #tommy miller imagine #tommy miller one shot #tommy miller x reader #tommy miller x you #tommy miller x femme!reader #tommy miller x f!reader #tlou hbo #tlou fic #tlou fan fic #the last of us #the last of us tommy miller #gabriel luna #gabriel luna x reader

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ackermanbloodline · 5 months

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I don’t rant on this app often nor acknowledge overly negative comments. But some people really need to get a fucking grip.

I received a reply on the Through the Threads of Time from someone saying, “This is so ableist.”

As someone with a disability myself, the very last thing I ever want to do is be ableist. I don’t have an issue with Levi ending up in a wheelchair. That doesn’t dampen my affection towards him whatsoever. I don’t think it is specified (but someone please correct me if I’m wrong) that he stays in that wheelchair forever? Even if that is the case, I played with the idea that Levi undergoes intensive physical therapy and gains some of his mobility back. And while it isn’t canon, I don’t doubt that Levi struggles with this injury that impacts his day-to-day life, at least sometimes. Because I sure as fuck know I would.

Levi opening up and being vulnerable about this is a conversation I’ve had with both myself and others about my own disability. I can empathize with the fact that he struggles with it and questions his purpose. I also went out of my way to make sure the reader reassures Levi, that the narrative he conjured up regarding himself is not an accurate one.

We also need to keep in mind that Levi is not real. I’ve been seeing too many people on here treat him like he’s a real person with feelings and defending him to the death. Yes, it is important to be kind. How about focusing on being kind to other people that actually exist? We all could benefit from that.

If anyone has an issue with my writing, I deeply encourage you to message me (off anon) so we can actually talk like adults and hopefully learn something from one another. After all, I’m only human and I sometimes make mistakes. I will always own up to them and learn from them.

While most of you are absolutely great, and I love being here, this platform is fucking ridiculous sometimes.

#personal #rant

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goatcheesecak3 · 7 months

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I genuinely feel like Devon bostick is one of the most underrated actors ever, I mean his range is incredible. From doawk to oppenheimer, he plays such a wide variety of roles and they're all so believable. All these roles are so vastly different, yet convincing, it's hard to believe the same man played all of them.

My personal favourite was his role of Adam in being charlie. I can only really speak for myself here, but as some who has been in that character's shoes, I think he did the role more than justice. Adam is such a complex character, simultaneously a laddish and promiscuous addict, and a scared and lonely child. I've seen many attempts at portraying a character like that, and a lot of them (to me at least) feel like an outsider's impression of what they think a struggling young person SHOULD be. Devon's portrayal, however, was PERFECT. It wasn't too hammed up or on the nose, he toed the line between too much and too little so well.

I feel like what really made it perfect were his mannerisms, the little chuckle after saying something scummy, read to me at least, as a deflection, rather than just being cocky. It was like the nom verbal equivalent of saying "hey, we both know I'm a piece of shit, neither of us should expect anything better", a sentiment that I'm sure a lot of people in Adam's shoes have felt before. It was made even more relatable, yet gut wrenching, when we saw this same deflective chuckle after Adam opens up to Charlie about his family life, while fighting back tears. Such a subtle non verbal cue gives us such an in depth insight into Adam's character, the use of this same "laugh it off" deflection when taking about something traumatic, as when he's talking about something crude, implies that Adam views both subjects as equally uncouth, placing further emphasis on his monologue about his emotionally distant parents, and his upbringing.

Watching Devon play this role honestly felt like watching myself in a mirror, it felt like I was watching a REAL person. It was so profoundly vulnerable, relatable and honest. While he is definitely worthy of praise for his acting skills here, I think it would be a disservice not to mention the impact that his portrayal of this role has on it's viewers. Speaking for myself here, it made me feel understood, it made me feel a sense of camaraderie with Adam. It made me feel sympathy towards him, and as a result, to myself. Roles like this are so important for people going through difficult situations, and I truly hope Devon knows how much of a comfort his interpretation of this role has been to me, and I'm sure many others too.

#diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #being charlie #being charlie adam #devon bostick #dev bostick #movie review #character analysis #interpretation

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hola pia! maybe this will come up in Utr but, how are betas affected by alphas/omegas? they cant ‚smell‘ as good as them, but theyre still affected by pheromones? when caleb flared his in the bar, was that a turn on for faber like omegas? im guessing its why caleb did it. but he doesnt get ‚dazed‘ does he? he is susceptible to alpha persuasion, and he thinks omega heat ‚stinks‘, right? and they dont smell ‚special‘ to alphas/omegas? and faber is such a cute name, it fits him so well 😂🥰

Hola, anon! :D

how are betas affected by alphas/omegas?

It depends on the beta! While they can't smell pheromones as acutely as alphas and omegas they can definitely still smell them, and they are still affected by their pheromones! But it's kind of different? A beta doesn't feel any urge to be with an omega during their heat, for example, and they don't smell an alpha's pheromones and think 'oh that person smells delicious maybe I'm meant to spend the rest of my life with them.' They might think 'interesting' or 'I don't mind that' or 'that's an alpha, I'd better be careful' and not give it much more thought.

That being said, Faber is more sensitive to pheromones - much more sensitive - than the average beta, unusually so, to the point where both Dr Gary and Temsen remark on it in Underline the Black:

A quick business-like knock on the door - Faber's knock, Gary would know it anywhere - and Faber stepped into the room and then blanched. He placed a hand over his mouth, and Gary stepped back from Temsen automatically, even as Temsen turned back to the computer screen. 'I seem to have interrupted something,' Faber said hoarsely, and Gary opened his mouth, but it was Temsen who talked across him. 'What is it, Faber?' 'Ah,' Faber said, looking nervously between them. Gary felt some sympathy for the man, given his loyalty was primarily to Gary, and Temsen was his boss right now, and the air wasn't exactly thick with pheromones, but it didn't need to be to crush anyone who wasn't a peak alpha. What Temsen and Gary found easy to withstand was too much for most, and Gary knew his assistant was struggling. 'I- I- ...Yes. Well. That's... I wanted to say that we've arranged a date for Denis Deschamps to meet with Lucien Beaumont and Caleb, Sirs. Sir.' Faber looked a desperate apology to Gary. Then he closed the door quickly, leaving them both in the room, Faber no doubt rushing to get some air. 'Oh dear,' Temsen said. 'Should one of us go find him?' 'No,' Gary said. 'If he gets overwhelmed like that, he needs time to himself. He doesn't like to be seen at all when he's vulnerable.' 'A strong flight instinct then,' Temsen said. 'He's been ever so helpful. I'm not even really trying to get my pheromones spiked, are you?' 'No,' Gary said. 'He is sensitive,' Temsen said, scratching at a neatly maintained hairline. 'We've both been far worse than that, haven't we?'

Even though Gary admits most people would find it hard, they both note that he's unusually sensitive.

when caleb flared his in the bar, was that a turn on for faber like omegas?

Not exactly? When Caleb flares his pheromones in the bar, Faber already finds him very attractive, and instead he feels additionally weak and overwhelmed. Like, he's definitely impacted! And I think he kind of likes the feeling with Caleb, and he doesn't feel sick like an alpha would. But not all betas would react the same way to someone like Caleb.

he is susceptible to alpha persuasion, and he thinks omega heat ‚stinks‘, right? and they dont smell ‚special‘ to alphas/omegas?

Betas don't really smell special to alphas/omegas at all. They just smell "regular" - like all of us, basically. Though that doesn't mean that an alpha or omega can't like the way they smell, some people do like the smell of body odour / sweat from certain people, after all!

All betas are susceptible to alpha persuasion. And yeah Faber thinks heats "stink" but when you think about it - you've got two people who have been fucking intensely for several consecutive days, with mountains of come and sweat, and that's not going to smell good, if you're the one stripping the bed and changing the sheets. Like, sex marathons just actually don't smell that great in general.

I think on top of that, Faber finds omega pheromones off-putting and there's a reason for that, but we'll find out more about that in Underline the Red later, heh.

#asks and answers #underline the red #faber castle #underline the rainbow #i'm so glad you like his name anon!!#faber's a bit of a unique case for a beta #firstly his job gives him more sensitivity than the average beta because he's around it #literally all the time #and most betas aren't like that #but then secondly as well #because of his own complicated relationship and feelings towards like...#omegas and alphas #i'd say he's just more sensitive and aware than usual #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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I am very interested in seeing how their dynamic will change after this kiss and if they have sex next chapter. It is so interesting to read it from the beginning since both Y and D have changed. I know some people get frustrated with how slow things can go but I like the angst and emotional conflict lol. I am a bit worried about D being cold after this point since I think that would hurt Y a bit but he also initiated the kiss so maybe he is also ready to open up emotionally again. Idk, there are so many paths that can be taken.

I agree with you, I think the angst and emotional conflict are central to the story! The emotional conflict is The Point. Critiquing the story's pacing (aka, "Yashiro isn't doing enough, he should just confess") and coming up with unlikely hypotheticals (aka, "what if Yashiro 'goes back' to being dishonest") doesn't help anyone understand the themes or the characters any better, it only serves to diminish everything that has actually happened. Like you said, Yashiro and Doumeki have changed, so I wonder why Yashiro is still on trial for his past behaviour, superimposed on present day events? If we take everything into consideration, Yashiro's past behaviour makes complete sense, cause we know exactly what demons he was battling. And if we take everything into consideration, Yashiro's present day behaviour still makes complete sense: Doumeki is acting cold, and Y has a fear of rejection.

The only way I can explain this whole line of reasoning ("Yashiro Bad") is that when a character is perplexing they seem more intimidating, and when a character is intimidating and confusing, we tend to villainize them more. In the same vein, infantilizing Doumeki and framing him as Yashiro's helpless test subject, who lacks any and all autonomy, helps vilify Yashiro even more. Doumeki is not at Yashiro's mercy. Doumeki is an adult with the freedom of choice. In fact, not all of D's choices post-timeskip have even helped bring about a neat, fairytale conclusion. Conveniently, that's often left out of the discussion about the plot. Doumeki's actions, as well as Yashiro's actions have been messy and complicated, making this emotional conflict come to a peak in chapter 51. That's how the author intended it. Again, if we focus on what Yashiro has done "wrong" 4 years ago, then we miss the whole Point of the story.

The point is to understand how rejection (and abuse) impact people. Yashiro's rejection (childhood neglect) made him develop negative coping mechanisms and low self-worth, which made it impossible for him to accept Doumeki's love. Doumeki's rejection has resulted in him putting up walls and concealing his emotions (similar, if not exactly like Yashiro btw). Knowing that, we're suppose to empathize with Doumeki AND Yashiro. We're suppose to understand why they act how they act. And although trauma doesn't justify abuse, I would hardly consider Yashiro rejecting a potential romantic partner to be abuse. Abuse is the opposite of letting someone go.

Going back to your ask, I totally agree, I would love to see Doumeki open up and be vulnerable with Yashiro. You're right, the story could go in many directions. I'm pretty optimistic now, given that they've both shown some very revealing emotions, even before the kiss. Yashiro didn't beat up Doumeki just for the sake of beating him up. Doumeki didn't forcefully drag Yashiro away from Kido for nothing. They did those things because they care about each other. I think it's going to be hard for them to go back to pretending nothing happened. It seems that Saezuru is attempting to show how two people can find their way back to each other despite their individual struggles. Thanks so much for the ask!

#asks and replies #yashiro #doumeki

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k-mund · 6 months

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Prince Ricky & Ned Low

The more I think about it, the more I believe Prince Ricky is a completely disposable character and the main antagonist for this season should have been Ned Low.

At its core, OFMD is a show about Ed and Stede's relationship. We see, time and time again how they are their own obstacles.

Stede is insecure. He praises open communication and vulnerability but isn't that forthcoming about his past and fears. The impact his father and the Badminton's bullying had on him and the real motivations behind him choosing a life of piracy (it isn't really about the adventure, it's about finding self worth and validation from a group of pairs) are never really broach with Ed.

Ed is full of guilt, depressed and think he's unlovable. He doesn't know who he want to be, except not himself. He's extremely sensitive to rejection and tend to lash out (sometimes preventively). I feel like Ed is aware of Stede's insecurites on some level but doesn't really grasp how much it affects him and/or is too wrapped up in his own mind to connect all the dots.

And so they can't really be honest with each other and/or they miscommunicate.

(Sorry I sort of paraphrase other people here but I can't find the posts that explain - better than me - all of the above.)

As a character, Ned Low is connected to both their inner struggles. He's a sadist, he knows where to drive the knife to hurt them and Ed gave him a good reason by breaking his record (another reason to feel guilty, yeah!). He has opinions of what a real pirate is and find Stede lacking. It's by killing him that Stede becomes a "real pirate". And his death and the aftermath are what motivate Ed to run from Stede in 2x07. Pretty great progression.

Ricky? He wants to end all piracy. But, like, Ed is very ambivalent about being a pirate anyway? And Stede motivation in 2x08 is to save his endangered crew, not to uphold piracy. Nothing in this situation reawaken their inner struggles because Ricky isn't an obstacle to their relationship or a mirror for their fears like Ned was. He's more of an antagonist for Izzy, but the show didn't set that up at all in the previous episodes (and it's a weird choice anyway to put aside the main couple's relationship development for the finale!).

Izzy's arc in season 2 isn't about refusing to abandon piracy though, it's about change, self-growth, so Ricky isn't even a great antagonist for him thematically. Ned Low, however? He's a pirate, he knows him, by name at least, he could have heard about his relationship with Blackbeard. There could have been something there to explore, with a more satisfaying emotional impact and more connection to his arc (and Ed's, and Stede's).

Just have Ned survive at the end of 2x07 (without the others knowing, to keep intact the impact of his "death"). Then he enacts vengeance in 2x08. Easy.

This season was so rushed, having Ricky out of the picture and more time for the rest of the plot could only have improved it.

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #prince ricky #ned low ofmd #edward ofmd #stede ofmd #izzy hands #ofmd meta

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mlchaelwheeler · 2 years

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from a writing stand point why write Will’s crush on Mike for seasons atp just for it to have absolutely no impact on any other character outside of Will’s own storyline and for Will to end up where he started. all this build up and the fact that it's taken so long, i'm okay with, considering i'm pretty certain as to where it's headed. but it really wouldn't make sense if it was just unrequited bc will would end the story being mike and el's third wheel all over again and that'd just be miserable. i would have even preferred will moving on with someone else this season over him ending the season in that position again lol. but the duffers are good writers, so TRUST hahahaha.

you said it all! it makes absolutely no narrative sense to build up this storyline of will's over 4 seasons only to have him be rejected by mike. there are so many other ways that will's sexuality could've been addressed in the show--he could've even had a love interest introduced, like suzie for dustin in s3!

yet the duffers chose to have will develop feelings for mike, while simultaneously showing how unworkable mike and el's relationship is. as they've been building up byler--and showing that ultimately, mike and will are good for each other and bring out their true selves when they're together--they've been breaking down mi|even, showing that when they're together, they're fake and not good for each other. mike acts like a completely different character when he's el's boyfriend. this isn't a mistake. this is a clear way of showing the audience that just like mike's behavior, his relationship isn't workable. everything about his behavior with el when they're together is a red flag. however, when he's with will, he's more vulnerable, emotional, and open about his feelings. he can be his true self.

it only makes sense for byler to be endgame because why build up will's feelings for 4 seasons only to have him end up unhappy? why show that mike and el are fake when they're together only for them to end up together without discussing their obvious issues? why show mike struggling to be his true self with el but having no problem doing so when he's with will? i have faith in where the story's headed, so i have no doubt byler will be canon.

#i feel like everyone has said this. but these are my thoughts summed up #anon you're exactly right. byler is the only logical option atp #ask sarah #anon tag #byler

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Valentine's Day gift for @justtrashperson as part of the @mcyt-valentines event!

A short Welsknight and Helsknight fic.

Through The Mirror

When you look into the mirror, it doesn't usually look back at you. Well, your reflection is there, but can you truly say your reflection looks back at you when it cannot even see? For the vast majority of people, the answer is no. Of course a reflection cannot look at you in the same way you look at it. That's just stupid.

And yet, one young knight would say the opposite.

Where his armour shines a brilliant, polished silver, glittering in the lantern light, the armour his reflection wears is dull and dented, the same grey as the ash in a fireplace. Red eyes filled with anger and hate burn holes into his soul, silent questions held within them.

"Is it worth it?"

"Don't you hate them?"

"Haven't you had enough?"

He struggles to meet his reflection's stare, but still feels it on him as he turns away. It's how its always been, a silent confrontation every time he looks in a mirror. Naturally, he has very few. Only one, to be precise. Tucked away in a corner, a gift from an older relative. Something he can't just throw away no matter how desperately he wants to.

So he just ignores it as best he can, covering it with a sheet as much as possible. Sometimes he still needs it, of course. His reflection still copies his motions, still mimics his appearance as best it can, like a puppet. Though he shudders when he calls it that.

Some days, the sheet falls off the mirror. No matter how well it's held in place, the sheet will fall off the mirror. That is just another fact of life. It just so happens that today is one such day, and it's just one more pebble on a pile of boulders.

He clutches his sword tight in one hand as he marches over to the mirror's corner. It's an empty corner, an arc around it completely devoid of decoration. Like the mirror would spread its curse to anything nearby.

He grabs the edge of the sheet in his free hand, a frustrated, grumbling sigh escaping him. "I wish you'd just leave me alone," he huffs to his reflection, its expression far softer than days before.

A sharp crack rings out in the otherwise silent room, the pristine surface of the mirror now looking like someone threw a rock at it. The cracks in the glass creep outwards, but the knight isn't paying attention, there are two, far more important things on his mind right now.

One: the initial impact is right above his reflection's heart, where his heart is.

Two: his reflection looks like it's laughing.

As the creeping cracks touch the surface of the mirror, the shards of silvery glass explode outwards, barely missing his head as they come to hover in mid air. His reflection, however, hasn't changed.

In fact, it looks even clearer now than ever before.

It steps through the now empty mirror's frame.

"Oh how nice it is to finally meet you," it says, voice dripping with sarcasm, bringing its sword up to point at his throat.

"What- Who- What are you?" He stumbles over his words, taking a step back from the sword point.

"Aw, how could you forget me? I'm your reflection, obviously." It matches his step, a sickening smile spreading across its face.

"Reflections can't threaten me with a sword." He pushes the sword away, readying his own.

"No, I suppose they can't." It lowers its sword, pondering the information. He lunges forward to push it back into the mirror, only to be easily knocked aside. "Oh? You want a fight? Well, it looks like you're already losing."

It chuckles, twirling its blade in its hand but making no attempt to take advantage of his vulnerable state.

"Who are you?" He asks, regaining his balance and stepping back into a more open part of the room.

"The Knight of Hels, much like how you are the Knight of Wels." It looks relaxed, confident. As if it is already sure of the outcome. "And being your reflection, I'm stuck with your awful name choices, so I'm sure you can guess my name, Welsknight."

"What do you want, Helsknight?" He steadies his breathing, waiting for Helsknight to make the first move.

"Isn't it obvious? I came out here with my sword drawn." It raises its sword. "I want your life!" It lunges, its dark steel sword clanging against the bright polished metal of Welsknight's own blade.

He pushes the blade back with a grunt. "You aren't getting it!" He swings forwards, a look a determination on his face. His blade cuts through the air, aiming for Helsknight's side.

It blocks the blade with ease. "You're already struggling. This is a fight you've been losing for a long, long time." As Welsknight stumbles, it knocks him to the ground, holding its sword to his throat.

"What- What are you talking about?" He gulps, staring up at the red eyes that burned into him for years upon years. The same silent questions rear up at the back of his mind.

"You already know the answer, don't you? Those doubts that creep at the corners of your mind." It presses its blade against his neck, a thin line of blood oozing out of the shallow cut. "The despair, hate, and fear clawing at you for all these years. You have so much of it, you know?"

"What.. Are.. You?" He chokes out, the blade slowly sinking deeper into his neck.

"Everything you fear you could be. Everything you've shoved aside, everything you've ignored. I am you, I have always been you. And you... You are terrified of me, aren't you?" It cackles, briefly taking its eyes off him.

He grits his teeth and takes a breath, it's shallow with the sword pressing at his throat. "Yes. Yes I am terrified of you." He meets the smug expression on Helsknight's face with one of cold determination, bringing a knee up and hitting it hard in the chest.

"But you are not me! You will never be me!" He holds a hand to his neck, it's going to be hard to explain the wound later. But for now he's got a fight to win. He tightens his grip on his sword, the two knights watching each other carefully.

"How do you expect to win a battle you've lost hundreds of times before?" It snarls, lunging forwards and jabbing its sword at his stomach. He knocks its blade aside, his own blade slamming into the armour protecting its chest.

"Like this!" He swings again, his blade locking with Helsknight's. The other knight is stronger, physically, his arms are already shaking from the effort. But he grins.

And kicks him back through the mirror.

"This isn't over!" It yells, the shattered, hovering glass swarming and swirling to slot back into place. He ducks under pieces that zoom past his head, diving to find their place in the frame again.

The surface of the mirror shimmers, looking more like a liquid than a solid, and falls still. It looks like it was never cracked or shattered before. He takes a deep breath, stepping up to look into it, expecting to see Helsknight beneath its surface.

Yet, the face that stares back at him is wholly his own. Blue eyes and bright armour, an expression of relief and exhaustion, a bleeding cut on the throat. It's him. For the first time in his life, the eyes he meets in the unmarked glass are undoubtedly his own.

He smiles, unable to stop the surprised, relieved laugh from escaping him. He turns from the mirror, grabbing the sheet he tossed aside when the glass first shattered. He pauses as he goes to place it over the mirror again and then steps back, draping the sheet over one arm.

"There's no need to cover you up anymore, is there?" He chuckles, heading to put the sheet away.

As he turns, his reflection flickers. A pale, dark knight staring out at him for just a moment, before disappearing once more.

#export.txt #echo's writing #welsknight #helsknight #hermitcraft

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armafidelium · 4 months

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ᅳ ● ☾ ⭑@tealbeats

HAVING more people around him during this time of year was certainly something the lyricist would have to get accustomed to. for the longest time it had just been him and his twin spending this time together but now he had his whole group with him too. he certainly didn't consider it unpleasant, but it was a change that still required getting accustomed to just as any change required time to really process.

the rare moments aphelios could find himself alone he would catch smiles creeping across his lips. he truly was happy to spend this time with those he considered precious to him, but oft times it was a struggle to truly express that outside of the odd prank he'd pull here and there. while it might not look it on the outside it was his small way of showing the others were constantly on his mind. mayhap outright saying how deeply he appreciated each and every one of them would be the more straightforward and seemingly logical way about doing things but the mere thought caught the words in his throat and he'd only manage to get the odd and unappealing croak out instead of the much desired words he wished to say. but this year he had a plan.

alongside the odd bit of chaos his pranks would cause each gift he worked painstakingly to figure out for each member included a note to express his gratitude for their presence and their hard work. most of the group were seemingly easy to figure out a gift for, but some were a struggle. namely ezreal's gift was one he'd mulled over time and time again. even being--as sett so eloquently put it with the result being an onslaught of plushies thrown at him in retaliation--a fanboy didn't make this easy. if anything the fan aspect made it that much more difficult. he'd come to see the more genuine side of the idol prince the more the group worked with one another but the conflict of fan and bandmate seemed to clash ridiculously inside. he most certainly wanted to show his gratitude but whenever he'd find something he could consider good enough he'd begin the internal struggle on whether this was a gift coming from the heart of a colleague or something a fan would brew up instead. in the end it resulted in ezreal's gift taking the most amount of time for him to sort out and he truly was luckiest when he finally came to terms with something albeit with a bit of helpful ramble with his twin. truly where would he be if not for alune and her able to view his predicaments from the outside looking in? probably still searching endlessly and never picking anything out if he were being completely honest.

when all was said and done aphelios had gotten the other a kit for cleaning and repairing any possible damage on his phone alongside a mobile printer. perhaps ezreal already had these things, but given how often he could catch the other taking selfies alongside k'sante brought him to the conclusion this would be a decent enough gift and if need be he still had gift receipts but he'd hoped he wouldn't need it. the note he'd include for the other was another obstacle but somewhat easier than figuring out a gift. perhaps because it came easier to write as a colleague and equal in contrast to fan writings. if anything writing anything as a fan was far more embarrassing than not. once he'd had everything neatly wrapped to accompany the gifts for the rest of the group he felt a combination of accomplishment and embarrassment flood over him like a tsunami at full impact. it wasn't something big or embarrassing but being candid and open and honest about his appreciation and feelings in a more personal level was always a struggle with anyone who wasn't alune. even if he spent plenty of time with these guys it still pushed him tremendously as it was a form of him opening up in a way he didn't do with most anyone else. it was difficult to be emotionally vulnerable with others but it was something he wanted to do so the embarrassment was one he'd have to live with and a hurdle he'd have to get over to truly get closer to everyone.

a sigh found its way slipping past his lips as a smile crept afterward, curving his lips into a small yet content expression. he could internally hear alune scolding him for being so worked up over something like this. without word or warning he soon found himself laughing a laugh that started as a low yet quiet chuckle at himself and how silly he felt to a full blown orchestra of laughter truly getting his own emotions out. it was a laugh he most likely last heard in his much younger years. the laugh was even loud enough to fill the living area the group shared almost warming the environment in a sense. even while filming his laughter found itself to be near inaudible in contrast to everyone else's laughter. for once his voice wasn't drowned out by anything else and for once he took up the entire space. no doubt if anyone heard this it might turn heads and cause a doubletake, but for once he didn't care too deeply if anyone came by. this laughter was something he needed after spending so much time mulling and worrying about. it really was evident this group really did bring out the best in him.

#tealbeats #● ☾ ⭑ 𝗠ᵒᵒᶰˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵛᶤᵍᶤˡ ( ic )#● ☾ ⭑ 𝗠ᵒᵒᶰˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵛᶤᵍᶤˡ ( closed starter )#● ☾ ⭑ 𝗠ᵒᵒᶰˡᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵛᶤᵍᶤˡ ( v : heartsteel )#// weorijawiore this got way longer than anticipated omg #// hhhhh hope this is okay aa

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(sending you an ask as a reply to your response to my reblog, because my network is being a bitch and idk if it went through the first time, it showed it failed to go through to me, and also because it’s easier this way, to type it out in the comment section or reblog)

ANYWAYS(

think i’ve said it before but i’ll say it again; gojo loves reader so passionately, so devotedly and even unconditionally. he fell so much harder, it’s heartbreaking that she doesn’t know, but it’s even more heartbreaking that he’s suffering alone, i’m genuinely waiting for the day she gets to hold him through the night and reassure him that’s it’s fine, that they will be fine. idk perfect, but i think they will be the nearest thing to perfection. perfectly splendid.

there’s nothing sexier than a man who loves passionately and consensually. idk about the rest, but personally him looking at her with so much desire and still letting go of her hands when she interlocks it because she might regret when the sun comes up is undeniably one of the most passionate moments ever. i cannot really explain how it is tbh, but there’s something so strong over there. it’s angsty, it’s heartbreaking, and there’s so much selfless love. he’s so good AND he does it so well. iykyk. also that was indeed a “slut” reference because isn’t gojo a gentleman? a man who loves you more than himself? id dedicate all my favourite ts songs to him! any day.

my favourite part about you showing her vulnerability is how it all came together since the beginning, like there were always hints and words of it and they fall together so elegantly. the pacing, the eloquence, everything has been so well put together.

her problems are so relatable…like i get that feeling when you question your calibre, your career choice and everything you’ve ever done. the inner conflict about your cv and if it’s even acceptable, unique, extraordinary? the world is so fast paced and theres only so much we can do,. it’s been refreshing to read about a character who does express their vulnerability regarding their career. i personally think we lack that substance nowadays. even in published paperbacks.

im screaming that i could make an impact on you with my words, because your words definitely made a huge impact on me. they’ve not only refreshed me, but also inspired me, i obviously cannot write a story this well, but i can write poems, i’ve done that most of my lives. i struggle with keeping up with the pacing in stories tbh. and dialogues. (and insecurities)

i’m keeping your fic in my favourite reads ever!

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hi dear aaa im not sure if the reblog went through for me so im glad you sent the ask!!

ouu your analysis of gojo’s emotional wellbeing has me tearing up 😭 i think it’s sad too how he struggles to open up quite yet and im sure it feels like two steps forward one step back w reader so far, but im hoping that w more scenes reader can show him she’s trustworthy and can be someone there for him ☺️💕 its going to be a joy to build more of their connection. i’m suuuuper excited for gojo’s last pov chapter which i wont spoil which chap it’ll be but im alr so curious how you will receive it dear reader given how deeply youve given his character thought 🫶🏼💕

haha i LOOOVE the wildest dream ref n just all the ts refs in generaaaal i listen to folklore/evermore when i write each chap <3 and thank you it’s so flattering that you could pick up that energy btwn them in the writing i was rly hoping i could capture it 🥺

and yesss i really resonate with that! i think ive read a lot of works that do have aspects of career and romance but for kickoff im really trying to marry the two :) both w gojo grappling w his focus on soccer due to his father’s legacy rather than his focus on the more “important” things in life such as love n happiness (which his father only rly learned after he couldn’t play the sport anymore), but also in reader who holds on very tightly to her dreams & has only had them in mind since the beginning (her “terms & condition” from gojo) but she’s struggling in dealing w her fears of failure. i think that the two of them have valuable insight that they could offer each other and help them trust one another more bc of these two situations theyre in :) and could build to a more healthy and genuine romance

and yesss to all of the career doubts and wondering if you’re good enough 😭 thats something so universal and also something i genuinely wonder if it will ever go away

THANK YOU AGAIN SM FOR YOUR WORDS I HAVE SM FUN TALKING AB KICKOFF W YOU omg its got me out here emotionallll. that’s so lovely you write poems my dear i could TELL honestly haha you have such a breathtaking way w words n deliberation

also i’ll respond to your reblog of the writing tips post here but you are so very welcome im really rooting for you and awaiting your tag <33

so much love 💕

#ahhhhhhhh #love u dear reader #kickoff #asks

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