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brittlebutch · 5 days
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trying to articulate something about my vision and doing a bad job of it i think
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nowhere302 · 1 year
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Y0 majima makes me so emotional because he's been through so much and he's so jaded but then he does or says something that makes you remember. god. he's so young. he is SO young
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I'm on hiatus from thinking for the next while. Discursive and analytical fandom practices I love you so so much you are in everything I do, including the silliest of headcanons and comics but FUCK I am not equipped to think about. Anything right now
#ramblings of a lunatic#tbh my art muscles are exhausted too so i think I'm just gonna. be a bottom feeder for a little while.#like a deep sea creature letting plankton drift into it's mouth on the ocean floor yknow#hard to do when half your dash is about stuff u are not a part of and the other half is abt the fandom that's in hiatus#and approaching it's finale (and the end of a show should NOT be the end of a fandom it should NOT but. i know how these things play out)#and i can't just rewatch the episodes bc I've literally seen them too many times now#and watching them is like. oh hey episode! blink. it's over#bc everything is MEMORIZED AT THIS POINT#the obvious answer would be to go watch something else rn but i keep TRYING AND IT'S NOT WORKING. I ONLY WANT THE SPRINTEREST RN#but i also don't if that makes sense. i want the spinterest to be new but also comforting and different but also the same#aka i want a new episode to release bc i dislike the quiet fandom during hiatus BUT i don't want it to air bc then the show is over#so I'm just kinda. sitting here. frustrated#sitting on all my art and text posts bc I'm in a funk rn and none of them feel Right™#bc (CIRCLING BACK AROUND TO THE ACTUAL BODY OF THIS POST) they're all my usual hc/analytical fair#but i like to always have a good sense of character when i make those but those require REWATCHES FOR ME and i CAN'T REWATCH#BC OF ALL THE ABOVE THINGS I MENTIONED#oh man. i feel a bit better writing it down though. getting it out there somewhere in a semi-articulate way#I'm not done with my current hyperfixation- far from it depending on how the show ends- I'm just pre-bummed about the finale#and how it's gonna impact the fan environment that normally supplements my own fan activities like rewatches fanart etc#ohhhh my god that felt good to explain#it's to no one in particular but it felt good. this talking about your feelings shit actually works man#anyway please pray for me that i go to sleep some time tonight bc i slept for 5 hours in the middle of the day#after staying up the previous night#and i do not wanna throw my sleep schedule too far outta wack#(i think..i need to watch more movies? less commitment than series but distract me for a good bit. send reqs ig!)
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itsclydebitches · 8 months
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Just finished Good Omens 2 and I'm honestly boggling at the Aziraphale hate because yes, his decision led to the angsty cliffhanger, but it makes SO much sense for his character. Not just in a "Religious brainwashing and sunk-cost fallacy" kinda way but also a "Aziraphale has no reason to believe this isn't the perfect solution" way. That scene among the nebula is crucial because it establishes that Crowley loved being an angel—reveled in his ability to create and allow his creations to grow kinda like plants—and the only problem was that someone else was calling the shots, someone who wouldn't listen to his criticism. Aziraphale has also spent 6,000+ years watching Crowley do good, all the while forced to deny the fact that he's "nice" lest embracing his original nature get him into trouble with hell. Now, Metatron comes along with an offer that fixes everything in one fell swoop. Crowley can be an angel again, be nice without censure, his ideas and criticisms will hold weight because he'll be answering to Aziraphale, and they'll be together.
It strikes me that Aziraphale isn't there when Crowley sees Gabriel's trial, ergo he likewise doesn't see the (non)acknowledgement that there's an institutional problem up in Heaven. There just happen to have been two archangels who called it quits. Same when Gabriel blurts that phrase out to Crowley. Aziraphale has always been more blind to the ways in which Heaven is "toxic" (for very understandable reasons) and this season he's continually sheltered from new evidence of its structural problems. The plot just preaches to the choir: Crowley. He likewise wouldn't see the conflict Gabriel and Beelzebub have caused as evidence of an underlying problem because that's a problem he and Crowley will no longer share. Why would they be worried about Heaven still being unable to accept partnerships between angels and demons when Crowley will no longer be a demon? And that's something he presumably wants based on Aziraphale's memories of him and the ongoing admission that he's lonely.
The way I see it, they got what they thought they wanted at the start of Season 2. Heaven and Hell are keeping an eye on them, but functionally they're left alone. Crowley can spend all the time he wants with Aziraphale and nothing comes of that except that they're both continually named traitors and the higher-ups grumble about it. If Gabriel had never shown up, things should have been perfect based on Crowley's "Let's just run away and have each other's company" standards. Better, even, considering that they get to be together on their beloved Earth, rather than being bored out in Alpha Centauri without any sushi, plants, books, or Bentleys. And yet... Crowley doesn't strike me as particularly happy. Because, you know, based on that kiss he wants to be with Aziraphale, not just literally be with him, but the point of this post is that his "Let's run away and be an 'us'" falls totally flat when he doesn't explain that specific desire to Aziraphale; the desire to change what an 'us' means. From Aziraphale's perspective they're already an 'us.' That was the entire point of "our side" in Season 1 and now they can continue to be 'us' up in Heaven. Plus, Aziraphale likely sees this as a sacrifice on his part. He will give up his bookshop, his Earthly indulgences, take on the responsibilities of leadership (which I don't think he actually wants for a variety of reasons), and spend the rest of eternity in a place where he's felt so small because he thinks that's what Crowley wants. Crowley was happy as an angel. Crowley wanted them to be together without risk of permanent discorporation. They were able to achieve that after not-Armageddon and he still wasn't happy... so surely those two things together will do the trick. Crowley never actually articulates how he wants their relationship to change and the kiss comes much too late, when he's already rejected what Aziraphale must see as a perfect, selfless solution he's secured for them. Even if Crowley wasn't always moving too fast for him, an overture of romance isn't going to go well after that.
Is this crushing and angsty and devastating as a hiatus? Damn straight, my heart it breaking. But it's a good setup. More importantly, it makes perfect sense for their characters, particularly when they're still talking past one another. Aziraphale is someone who has always moved more slowly as a matter of course, as an angel he has remained immersed in the rhetoric of Heaven, his main avenue of breaking free of that (Crowley) has a huge communication problem (to say nothing of his own denial. He only made headway with the help of Nina and Maggie, seconds before Aziraphale shows up), and Metatron (in a no doubt incredibly manipulative manner) has just offered Aziraphale a job that presumably makes him happy AND Crowley happy AND allows him to maintain the moral this-is-how-the-universe-works perspective he's had since he was literally created. Of course he's going to say yes to all that!! And sure, there are problems in Heaven, Aziraphale isn't completely blind, but he can fix them now that he's in charge. How? Well... he'll figure that out later! Kinda like how he's been making plans on the fly this entire season. That seems logical from his perspective, right? It's not like he's gotten a crash-course in the concept of the master's tools never being able to dismantle the master's house...
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gojogumi · 1 month
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secret time!! megumi fushiguro, mr nonchalant, your precious boyfriend, is the biggest hygiene freak. especially since the two of you started dating- he just loves keeping himself all neat and clean and handsome for you. he'll never admit it and you probably don't fully understand the depths of his feelings regarding this, but the way you make him feel when you praise or compliment him is nothing short of addicting.
"gumi baby, you look so handsome"
"you are so good to me. i love you"
"i'm so lucky to have you. my pretty boy."
megumi didn't know this was possible. that another human's words could make him feel this way. he doesn't always believe his own words will do his feelings for you justice, so he continues to act, and honestly just be, the absolute best partner and lover for you. always wanting to make you happy and content. and for megumi, this is easiest for him through actions.
so - back to the hygiene point. i'd say half of it has to do with himself and keeping his own wellness up to the standard he believes he should be at, being your boyfriend and all. the other half has everything to do with you.
there is something so special to him about the non-sexual intimacy of showering with you, the person he loves. the world and all its problems, curses, and burdens just fade into the shadows and he gets to exist surrounded by nothing but you. holding you, kissing you, taking care of you- he lives for it. and when the two of you stand (or sit sometimes honestly GOD my heart cannot take this pureness i'm !!! you and megumi are just so pure fucking kill me) together in the dark, maybe some music lightly filling the air alongside the water's percussion, he could die a happy man. truly. he yearns to stay in those moments forever with you.
like, you simply just do not understand what it does to megumi?? him getting to wash your hair for you?? getting to fucking wash your body with your little orange loofa and your body wash that smells absolutely delicious because it smells like you?? (this BOY IS MFFFF WHipped for your scent jfc megumi is lowkey a freak okay let's remind ourselves toji fushiguro procreated him and satoru gojo raised him. he'll stick his face into the crook of your neck to just fucking inhale your scent and engrain it into his body. realllly gets him feeling some type of way. you make him crazy).
it makes life worth living for him. you give him a will to live.
he understands all of this. very very clearly. megumi understands exactly how much you fucking mean to him and how deeply he loves you. but he thinks you would laugh, and likely call him a dumbass if he ever articulated all of these feelings to you. he isn't sure you could understand, from his perspective, why his eighth wonder of the world is the feeling of his hands scrubbing your scalp.
it doesn't end there for him, either. you always comment on how fast he gets ready once you two are out of the shower.
"megs, you're too quick."
"isn't my fault your makeup shit takes 20 minutes." he'll lean in from his spot sitting on the counter to grab your cheek with one hand and kiss the other one. "don't get me wrong though baby, love how beautiful you look. either way."
"so you're saying you like me better with makeup?" now you're just fucking with him. you know it. he knows it. obviously. he knows you better than anyone.
"i'm saying you're perfect either way. doesn't matter to me if you wear the shit or not. not like i understand any of it, either." he says in reference to the products laid out on the counter next to you.
"want me to give you a tutorial?"
"course, baby. tell me everything."
he knows just what to say to get your engine off and running, talking for the next half hour without him saying more than 10 words. megumi sat and listened to you explain how to curl your hair last week, your skincare the week before that, and your makeup routine (again) the week prior to that. you take the bait every time, not realizing what your boyfriend sets you up for. he sits back and gets comfortable on the counter, his back against the mirror, not taking his eyes off you once. getting to shamelessly stare at you and your face and listen to your voice uninterrupted is easily the highlight of his day.
so yes, he walks you right into talking him into serenity as much as he possibly can. that's why he gets ready so quick: megumi would much rather spend his time basking in nothing but you.
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redr0sewrites · 15 days
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Adam (or lute) with a really insecure S/o? like to the point of wearing baggy sweaters in extreme heat type. I imagine either of them having absolutely none of that-
ok but this is so real hello??? i love this request!!!
🥀Cw: angst to fluff, adam being adam
🥀Pairing(s): Adam x reader, Lute x reader
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Adam:
adam isn't the most observant person in the world, so when he first met you, he didn't really notice anything strange about how insecure you are
adam fell hard and fast, and once you two were official, he began to notice the effort you put into hiding your body
he also noticed how, compared to him, you never bragged about yourself and you were always so self depricating
adam isn't very... empathic, and he sometimes has a hard time understanding your insecurities
adam doesn't understand why you don't love yourself- he thinks you're stunning and smart and gorgeous. how could you not see how wonderful you are?
he's mever been great at communicating, but he makes it a point to start reminding you how "fucking awesome" you are, and how lucky he is to be with you
when it comes to baggy and heavy clothes, adam doesn't care much about how you dress, moreso how you feel
he'll offer you his oversized shirts if it will make you more comfortable, but if you're deliberately overheating just to hide your body? no, that's not okay
thats probably when he'll pull you aside and ask whats up
while adam isn't great at explaining himself, he tries his best to articulate that he doesn't care what your body looks like or what you wear, as long as you're happy and comfortable
however, that also means he doesn't want you overheating or getting yourself sick, and will offer to just chill at home with you instead of going out
on days when you're feeling really insecure, adam will give you his robe to wear to make you feel more comfy, and will curl up with you on the couch in your shared apartment, far away from anyone else's prying eyes
adam just wants you to feel comfortable around him, and wants you to know that he loves you regardless of what you look like, but will never try to force you to be less insecure and will always try to make you more comfortable
even if he's a bit of an asshole and doesn't always understand, he's your asshole and you wouldn't have it any other way
Lute:
if you're datinh, lute worships the ground you walk on, she genuinely thinks you're perfect and doesn't understand how you could think otherwise
lute is also pretty observant and notices right away how insecure you seem to be
she takes it upon herself to compliments you often, not only on your looks, but on your skills and personality as well
lute doesn't show her body much either so she doesn't really care whether or not you do, but if you're hiding your body to the point where its genuinely harmful? nope. not gonna fly.
she's more mature than adam and would sit you down to have a conversation with you about how you feel
she doesn't want it to seem like a confrontation, she knows how sharp and rude she can appear and doesn't want her icy demeanor to scare you away
once she understands the situation a little better she offers genuine advice and is always very supportive
lute would invite you to go on walks with her, or to sit with her while she works out, and overall just offers to spend more time with you to work through any insecurities you may have
she doesn't want you to feel like you have to hide any part of yourself when around her, and will kiss every inch of your body and praise you to the moon and back until you understand that
lute wants you to stay safe and would fret if you overheated, as much as she wants you to be comfortable she also wants you to be healthy- physically and mentally
she understands that you don't want to purposefully overheat and doesn't blame you, but she is also pretty serious about you keeping yourself safe
on hot days you both mostly just stay home, and whenever you're feeling especially insecure she cooks you your comfort meal and chats with you to get your mind off things
i need them both this is not a drill. also what if i told you i had zestial x reader in my drafts huh. what then.
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max1461 · 1 year
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only tangentially related but sometimes I wonder if survivorship bias makes us view modern art as less than older art, that time and cultural memory acts as a natural bullshit filter, that actually people were just as vapid and pretentious back then, but none of the vapid and pretentious work had enough cultural value stick around to be examined now
I think it's partly this, but it's partly something else.
This is probably gonna piss a lot of people off, but I think in a particular sense, contemporary art is just... straightforwardly more advanced than older art. I know, I know, but hear me out: I don't mean that as a value judgement. What I mean is like...
Ok, take math as an example. Math started out talking about things that everybody's heard of: triangles, circles, whole numbers. But as those concepts were better understood, they got abstracted more and more. Symmetries of shapes where abstracted to symmetry groups, numbers abstracted to rings and fields, eventually it was all abstracted to category theory, and so on. And now if you look at major research topics in modern math, things like e.g. the Langlands program, as a non-expert, it often looks like a bunch of fucking nonsense about bullshit objects that don't have anything to do with the real world! But even though I don't understand the Langlands program itself, I know enough math to understand why all the levels of abstraction that I have understood are meaningful and valuable, and I can see why going even further would be too. And math is useful enough that the results often speak for themselves.
So I think contemporary art is much like this. If you read contemporary art theory, you will immediately see that it is all very meta. Art used to be made about very concrete things—people and nice looking vistas and so on—that anyone could understand. And then theorists came along and built up frameworks for thinking about art, because they wanted to understand why that art worked, why it was powerful and emotive. And then new, avant-garde artist came along and made art about the frameworks, pushing at their edge-cases or exploring their unintuitive implications. And then new frameworks were built up to understand that art, rinse and repeat. This account is, as I understand it, a little bit ahistorical—the building and the pushing of frameworks was often simultaneous and often not clearly articulated. Although, frankly, the same could be said for the history of math. But in retrospect I think a pretty undeniable picture emerges.
So, to put it bluntly, I think one of the reasons so much contemporary art looks vapid is that it isn't for you. It's about things you've never heard of, in the same way that category theory is about spaces and morphisms, and explaining that to someone who's never heard of groups or topological spaces is basically impossible. And I think there are some differences—art is obviously, you know, totally vibes based in a way that math isn't. If a big wire sculpture with styrofoam cups on it or whatever doesn't speak to you then it doesn't speak to you, no one can defend it on "objective" grounds. And art isn't useful in the way that math is, so it doesn't demonstrate its validity to people who don't get it in any way. But what I wish people understood is that there are people, who know a bunch of art theory and art history, who that wire sculpture with styrofoam cups on it does speak to. It makes them go "oh, I love how it plays off of X and contrasts with Y" etc. etc. And that isn't going to happen for you because, like, you don't know what X or Y even are! But that doesn't make it valueless, it just makes it insular. Which, you know, contemporary art really is! I think there are a lot of contemporary artists who claim to not be doing what I just described, who claim to be making art "for everybody", but I think if you read their artist statements and stuff it often becomes pretty clear that this is not the case. And this is a valid criticism of contemporary art! But "vapid" is mostly not.
Pretentious, definitely. It's pretentious as fuck.
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riririnnnn · 2 months
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It's a follow up post for this, but this post makes sense on its own too.
I have always been the younger sibling, so I can't understand an older sibling's feelings, but I wonder if Sae gets glimpses of what things used to be; if he sees Rin when the younger one isn't paying attention, and just reminiscences when they were kids.
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Way too many things are going on during the U-20 arc, so it's not uncommon for the readers to miss something especially if they are binge reading it. That's why, I never actually saw people talking about the fact that we DID, in a way, get a reason why Sae chose Shidou out of all the Blue Lock-ers.
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However, we didn't get this from a Narrator's POV or Sae's POV, that's why we can't FULLY trust it, so it makes me think if Sae chose Shidou because he couldn't choose Rin. Sae might've thought that there wasn't a better way to test out Rin until and unless he went against him instead of alongside.
Which brings me this panel again:
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Rin in that panel just.. I don't know how to articulate it. "I saw what I came for, and I'm satisfied." Was Sae talking about Rin?
Further, I think Sae got fired up when he heard Shidou was going to play too because he wanted to rub it on Rin's face like, "Look, I'm siding with him. I'm passing to him and not you. He is better than you that's why." And I believe that he was doing it purposely.
I'll explain why, look here:
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The above panel was before Rin went berserk, and you can clearly see that he was still trying to be like Sae. Like his Nii-chan.
But when he got free from this thing that was holding him back as he says, he went into his flow and ho, ho, ho, look what he said:
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He became himself instead of being someone of somebody.
Also, during the time he was going into his flow state, this is what his inner monologue said:
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Him going batshit crazy actually stole the spotlight from everything. It's clearly a new perspective of that flashback, and after that Sae was completely attentive to Rin. It was almost as if Sae WAS expecting this to happen, yet the intensity of it caught him off guard for a while too.
After that the focus of the game just became Sae Vs Rin, and the older Itoshi continued to rile the younger one by saying, "You still don't get it? You can't be the best in the world," and lalalalalalala.
HOWEVER,
This thing low-key took off the attention from the fact that Sae didn't pass to anyone during that time. He went along with Rin in their 1V1, and this thing was also pointed out by the news article where it said something along the line of, "The internet says Sae held the ball for too long and he should've passed." (Chapter 152)
It has to be purposely.
It was Rin who stole the ball from him and Isagi got to hit it.
Further, this:
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It's giving new perspective to everything now. Also, he says, "Nii-chan." It seems like a trivial thing to point out, but if you know, you know.
That's why, I kinda think that Sae knows that his words affects Rin a lot. That's why he praised Isagi, so that Rin wouldn't forget/lose his Ego. It makes more sense since in the same chapter (152), Rin says like, "In that moment, I won against Nii-chan." Which is true, he stole the ball, but his ending words of that monologue was, "But Isagi gained everything. He (Sae) recognised him and not me."
But what if Sae had recognised Rin verbally?
I bet Rin would've lost his new found real Ego, and would've ended up like Nagi did when he scored against Isagi in the BM Vs Manshine City match.
So, I think Sae wants Rin to be Rin. Not Itoshi Sae's younger brother Rin, but the real Rin because Sae didn't want him to be a mirror image of him since he wasn't enough in world stage of soccer.
Personally, I'm sorry for mixing my own emotions, but I have went through what Rin went through. No, I wasn't completely starstruck by my older sibling like him, but I indeed felt really humiliated, and that humiliation actually helped me improve. Everything is fine now, we got more trauma in our life, so we bonded over it and we are chill af now, but, deep in my heart, a little girl will always be present with a mild, gentle resentment for being treated unkindly.
That's why I think that Sae did what he had to do to help Rin improve which sadly, costed them their brotherhood.
I know I'm slightly backtracking from this post.
But I do want to believe that whatever Sae did, he did it FOR Rin and NOT for their shared dream to be the best striker in the world.
For a sports animanga, Rin-Sae relation is actually way complicated and deep. I hope Kaneshiro-san will do justice to everything.
But in the end, they are fictional and their realities will become whatever the author wants it to be.
Till then, we can only speculate.
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It'd be funny if they go into therapy together and their trauma is just:
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cheeseceli · 7 months
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What Do You Even Know?
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Pairing: Hyunjin x gn!reader
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, small drabble
Words: 765
summary: Hyunjin finally realises he doesn't know as much as he thought he did, and he once again discovers something new
request: I can’t help but think of Hyunjin telling someone how much they mean to him as basically a confession and the other person is kind of shy about it and didn’t think he could see them like that and he’s like “ahhh what do you even know” it won’t leave my head 🤞
authors note: tumblr hates me atp i swear. anyways, not proofread as always but yeah
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Hyunjin thought he knew a lot. Of course, he wasn't cocky enough to think he knew everything, but he wasn't clueless either. He knew he loved to perform and to be on stage. He knew he liked to eternalise moments through art and photographs. He knew the boys were his family after living together day after day for 5 years. And he knew you.
He knew he loved your smile and would make anything on his power to keep it on your face. He knew he loved your laugh even though you hated it, and he knew it would physically hurt him everytime you tried to silence it. He knew he hated seeing you cry, and it was so unfair because even then you looked beautiful. He knew he was happier by your side. But he didn't know why.
Hyunjin always had a curious nature, so he couldn't help but wonder why you were so… different. No, he was the different one whenever he was next to you. But you were so casual abou it that he doubted you felt it too. Have someone else noticed it? He acted differently around you, he was sure, but why would-
"Hyunjin?"
He looked at you when he heard your voice. Actually, using better wording, he focused on you once you called his name, as he was already looking at you while he was thinking. He noticed your eyes, how they were shining even when the lighting was bad. Your eyes would've looked so pretty if they weren't filled with worry.
"What?" he replied with a slightly hoarse voice, noticing he probably didn't say anything in a while.
"You looked a little bit lost in thought just now. Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
You gave him a small smile, a smile that immediately took some weight off his shoulders.
"Nothing much, I was just rambling about some annoying coworkers. What were you thinking about?"
He tried to articulate his thoughts. Truth is, he didn't know what he was thinking about. Right now, his mind was blank and all he could focus on was the domesticity of the situation. It was a friday night at the dorm. It was too late for you to go back to your home, and even though he didn't say anything, you both knew he was silently asking for you to stay the night. The lights were off and the living room was being iluminated by the moon. Your legs were resting on top of him, his hand slowly caressing your skin. He was thinking about it all. He was thinking about…
"You."
You were taken aback by his blunt words. You didnt't expect him to be so straightforward. And you'd never expect him to think about you so intensely.
"Oh? Care to explain?"
"Just, you know, how I've changed since I met you." He averted your eyes from you, knowing you were observing him, searching for a more detailed explanation "I don't know, I feel like… like I've changed for better?"
He dared to look at you once again. You were watching him so dearly that he felt that he could lose himself on your features once more. Just like that, he understood why he felt so good by your side.
"Yeah, I've definetly become a better person because of you. I am more aware lately. I'm enjoying my life more. I think it's because I get to live it with you."
You were speechless. Even though he didnt't look at you throughout his somewhat confession, you could still feel the genuine feeling behind each word he said. You chuckled, not knowing what to say.
"Wow, I… didn't know you thought of me like this. I'm touched." you said, half in a whisper, half in a giggle, still processing what had been said to you.
It was Hyunjin's turn to laugh lightheartedly to your words, the meaning of his speech sinking in meanwhile he slowly realised what was happening to him, to you both.
"What do you even know…"
Later on, you'd finally realise what he meant with those last words. For now, he was enjoying, aware of the warmth your body radiated towards him. Because now he knew he liked the way you cared for him and why he'd have a smile whenever you crossed his mind. It's because he loves every detail about you, every flaw, quality and insecurity. Above all, he loved you, and now he knew it.
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Header by @cafekitsune as always
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nqmonarch · 12 days
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happy valentine's day!! <3 honestly anything for aventurine is fine, probably like what are your thoughts about him?
Happy very belated Valentine's day! I hope yours was wonderful anon!
Anyway I think my thoughts about Aventurine are uh... definitely out there. Normally when I write stuff I like to read the character's little lore things and read over character's quotes to make sure I'm depicting them well but Aventurine doesn't have much of that and my overall thoughts on him are straight up just my thoughts which are...
Aw he's baby :). I can't take him seriously x.x like I feel like under that haha let's gamble it all away front he is both terrifying but also so weak and vulnerable. Like I want to hold him in my arms and tell him he has meaning but at the same time I think he may be some kind of masochist (hot), I don't know he just gives off those vibes he's like "use me, as long as it's fun." Like okay man.
Aventurine is both the most and least predictable person you've ever met. His existence itself is like a gamble you can never tell what will come next, will it be the cocky and confident Aventurine edging you on to take his carefully laid out bait? Or would it be the pathetic Aventurine hiding beneath the surface of all his actions who's begging to be comforted?
He acts so nonchalant for someone that cares so much. It was the only reason you still tolerated him. You also cared about Aventurine but he didn't need to know that. He also didn't need to know about the lengths you went to in order to keep him out of trouble.
The two of you getting together was a miracle in itself. Because Aventurine would've never asked you out seriously. He would've teased you about it, and about your lack of a partner. Maybe he would've made a bet or two to make you hang out with him on a date. But he was too scared of commitment to give it a label.
Of course he would be scared of commitment when everything he's ever had, he's lost and everything he's gained isn't his own. How else would he be able to gamble everything he knows to be true so easily? It pissed you off to an extent, and made you hesitant to commit. What if that fucker used you in a bet? He probably wouldn't but everything with Aventurine was a gamble.
So one day after the idiot had almost gotten himself in trouble, only to be saved by his luck, you had angrily grabbed him by his neck and pressed him against the wall.
You were fine with him betting nearly everything from millions of credits to rare items. He wasn't allowed to bet his life though. Not when you were around. Because his life was yours. You wouldn't let Aventurine die.
Through an unorganized and incoherent train of thoughts you tried to express yourself to Aventurine and at first he teased you,
"You really care about me that much? You're a better friend than I thought you would be, how useful!"
But as those thoughts straightened out more into a heartfelt confession he began to quiet and freeze. Maybe if this was a game to him he'd be able to maintain his light hearted facade but you hoped you meant more. You'd known him for a while after all, and better than anyone else.
Aventurine, struggling to articulate his thoughts, only nodded at the end. Then you kissed him. His lips were hesitant against yours but his hands gripped onto your arms tightly, refusing to let go. He didn't want to seem desperate, he didn't want to seem like he cared, but the silent plea of his arms wrapping around you spoke words.
For the most part he acted as a complement to your personality. When you didn't go after him, he went after you always in an attempt to sweep you off your feet unexpectedly. When you went after him, he'd lay still and let himself be attacked unable to defend himself as a blush rose up his neck to his ears and cheeks.
A serious relationship was something new for the both of you. And given how Aventurine acted, and how you struggled to explain your emotions, the two of you ran into communication issues often.
But despite it all the two of you made it through. After all how can one better express love than saving the other's life?
Aventurine had foolishly bet his life again, this time for some inconsequential thing. The two of you had been talking to a new "friend" of his, that ended up having ties with your past. As such they'd managed to come across some minor family heirloom of yours and for some reason trying to barter with it for information.
You could've cared less but Aventurine for some reason took the bait. Inviting this "friend" to a gamble, in which if he won then he would receive Aventurine's life and assets something you thought to be overly dramatic. If Aventurine won he'd receive the heirloom and the information you'd actually come here for, the information that would allow you to blackmail the government of this planet into giving into the IPC.
Aventurine managed to lose, but it's not like it mattered. Since your bullet was through his "friend's" head in the next second. As he died you registered a small clicking sound and shielded yourself and Aventurine as the body exploded. Really? What a pain.
"The IPC will work even harder to get you killed if they know about this," You couldn't help but mutter, a frown on your face, "Is there anyone left we can contact for this?" Aventurine still had more contacts than you unsurprisingly.
Failure was always met with death for people like him.
"You want to talk to more people than me?" He spoke with mock offense and before you could retort he held out some papers, "He was useful until the very end." He joked and you frowned.
Your voice was beginning to raise in anger, "Did you have to go ahead and bet your life?"
He took a step closer, the documents disappearing, "You made the opening for me. Come on, don't be mad," His voice was coy as he grabbed your hand in his.
You didn't like it when he bet his life. If he was going to take such poor care of himself then his life would be safer in your hands. Aventurine had already begun to lead the way to your next destination and your eyes rested on him, analyzing every detail. They continued without pause until they found his neck, you wanted to cover that barcode on his neck up with bites.
When you got back to the hotel room you were staying at you found the heirloom resting on the bed, and you let out an aggravated sigh. "That bastard... I told him I didn't care about it." And you didn't but you opened up the music box nonetheless and a tune began to play out.
A few moments after it began you felt arms wrap around you and hot breath on your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned into Aventurine, "Your life will always be the most important thing to me," You spoke softly.
He stiffened and then relaxed, "That's a terrible decision."
He was annoying. Hard to communicate with. He was also always a gamble, you could never predict him. But he kept life interesting, he was interesting, and amusing. You didn't want such an adorable person to die.
Maybe one day the two of you would be able to have a completely serious conversation but that'd be a while, and for now you were content with the man that loves you who you love back.
Aventurine trying to avoid affection like an insect avoiding rain drops but you're a motherfucking tsunami.
I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS IT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG
I started it like a week after I got it and then had writers block on what to do but anyway yeah this is my take on ya boy Aventurine. He's kinda pathetic but I'm into that.
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Honestly why even bother making Jason afrolatino if you're not gonna write him as he is in canon when that's what actually'd make him work good rep for us.What i mean by this is
His ego is huge,he's super tough and an edgelord,has anger issues and brutal ass tactics and is a morally gray vigilante but he's ALSO a huge woman respecter to the point he thinks they're better than men,is extremely kind with a huge soft side and his exterior attitude and Red Hood are trauma responses that're framed as valid on his end so he's not the 'Scary Black Man' stereotype and with the exception of the vigilante part this is actually a pretty common personality type for irl black men-Important note that i don't fall under the attitude but i AM a black man(and woman)
He's been a huge nerd since he's debut in both meanings of it-He's a genius who was a star student in school and loves classical literature,theater and speaking articulately and poetically but just happens not to 24/7 since he's a comic book character,not a Shakespearen one
And his soft sunshine boy with hidden depths Robin self is a critical part of making him as black latino work-You can't go with the retcon of him as a mini thug because it's extremely dangerous stereotyping
Duke as his favorite brother-It's erasure with white gringo Jason but even worse and just stupid because both of them being black would it EVEN BETTER writing they're eachother's number one Batboy pick.Ain't no nigga picking Tim when the only other black guy in the factor is Right There and fuck ya aus,keep Jason white in them and leave afrolatino Jason out of your mess
He hasn't expressed a particular preference for girls he likes but HAS for the ones he dosen't and it's preppy perfect judgemental ones who try to 'tame' him so rip all y'all's white X Readers LMFAO.Worth noting that his canon girlfriends have been a half cambodian tomboy(Rose),an edgyptian butch(Artemis)and a darkskin black woman(Dana)and that he's actively rejected a white blonde girl on the basis of her being too normal(Isabel)and Kory post deblackification so i think it's obvious where his tastes lie
You CANNOT make him and Roy or Batcest a thing-I don't think i need to explain why pairing up a white man who knew an afrolatino since he was 14 and him grown with a daughter and putting him in incest is violently antiblack
Poverty is not inherently bad in black or latino characters and there was a point in canon where it was used as simply an element in Jason's story instead of demonization so use that edition.But making him a drunkard,a smoker or a sex fiend is 100% perpetuating stereotypes and he's canonically the opposite of all three so again,sometimes things that are canon are better
Him being tall and super jacked and intimidating looking can actually enchance it-He uses it to his advantage to get people he dosen't like to fuck off because they buy into the propaganda and gives him more deepness with the rest of his personality
This includes him being a real gamer and his neapolitan food addiction and your headcanons on his other tastes should follow their lead-His favorite characters should be black and latino ones(His favorite Marvel hero is Miles Morales,it's canon to ME),he should listen to black and latino artists,he should eat black and latino food and know how to make it for that matter,etc
Back to a Duke situation-You also can't make a white woman instead of Talia his adoptive mom for obvious reasons and imo if you're gonna make him and Stephanie besties,she should be black too for that black best friends and found siblings rep(She works as a black woman as much as he does a black man and i'll make a manifesto of that like i did him if asked).This applies to the Team Dad Jason take too in the sense that he should mentoring Damian and Nell and Tiffany since they're Batgirls instead of white kids
In summary what i'm trying to say is:If you're going to see Jason as an afrolatino man,you need to go beyond just the aesthetic and little bits you feel like including because you think they're appealing and actually write him as an afrolatino man,as Jason Todd and not some random guy
@nogender-onlystars @willieoo @mayameanderings @desi-pluto @insomniac-jay @vulnonapixes-dc-corner
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laas-yahnir · 3 months
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currently brainrotting over: I think one of the most clarifying things that came from the many conversations I (should not have) had with anti-fans was understanding how shallow of a read they had on the specifics of Catra and Adora's trauma
and I say that not to be combative, just to state the facts of the situation as I saw them -- very general concepts of prolonged physical and emotional abuse as inflicted by Shadow Weaver, Catra receiving both and Adora primarily receiving emotional abuse... no capacity to articulate what happened to them beyond that, no capacity to articulate what healing from that abuse should look like beyond, well, you know, healing, getting better, being happy
and I don't know if it's my own trauma work talking or what, but I find it kind of fascinating that someone could walk away from Promise and not realize that they had just witnessed Catra's core acute traumatic event in particular, and that it actually had very little to do with that generalized, prolonged conception of the abuse she suffered, the yelling and the verbal cruelty and the proclivity to physically push Catra around -- all of those manifested there, but they were all in service of making a specific direct threat on her life, and whether or not that threat would be carried out was contingent on how much Adora liked her
and Adora in turn watched this play out, watched this threat be made, and was told that it was her responsibility to prevent this from happening again -- also very little to do with the generalized concept of "emotional abuse", entirely to do with this one moment of being assigned an extremely disproportionate amount of agency, a degree of agency she fundamentally couldn't fulfill and couldn't have reasonably been expected to fulfill
all of which I think is to say, trauma is incredibly specific to the person who deals with it; no two people will emerge from the same traumatic event with the same internal experience of that event, nor will they develop or *need* to develop the same skills to cope with that event
all of which is also to say, because that one event is indeed supposed to be illustrative of how the dynamic between Catra, Adora, and Shadow Weaver played out for Catra and Adora's entire childhoods, that those incredibly granular specifics are what we're dealing with at any given time, with any given instance of either or both of them being triggered
and I never really saw an understanding of either of the above points from the people who were insistent that Catra's healing in particular should have looked different, that it should have been enough for her to just leave the physical proximity of the Horde in Season 3, that she didn't do enough to negate the hurt she caused, that she didn't do enough to warrant getting back on Adora's good side and eventually getting together with her, that xyz events of the final three episodes are proof that she still has too much work to do
because of course, the line that always gets trotted out is that trauma is an explanation for behavior, not an excuse
and it is! it only ever can be
but my question then becomes, do you understand what exactly is being explained to you
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first of all, love the art <33 (keep up with the good work!! You are doing great!) ❤️❤️❤️
and may I make a request on how Hacker!Reader might react to Sir Pentious and Adam getting stabbed brutally by nifty?
no words can explain how much I love this
— 🦊 Anon
Hi 🦊 nonnie! It's so good to see you again! How was your day? Did you drink enough water? Also, your ask really made me stop and think for a while, haha. (I'm only gonna do Lucifer getting stabbed, tho. mb)
Warnings: angst (kinda), canon typical violence, mature language, character death
Part two to this alternate scenario.
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Everyone was on edge after hearing the news of what happened while Charlie and Vaggie were in that meeting in heaven. After hearing about what will happen.
You all had one month.
Despite everyone else's resolve to stay and fight, you were hesitant. You had no real skills in fighting. Hell, you'd be more of a burden than help if you were out on the battlefield.
"So what if you weren't?"
Pentious, bless his soul, was the one to suggest it. Gesturing at the android of you that the two of you had made.
You start working on another droid right there and then, although this time with tougher steel and better articulation. Pentious helps you with the more rigorous parts of building the battledroid, having more experience actually building something (this man can weld and he's damn good at it).
It took a while to configure, and then a bit more to get used to controlling it, but by the end of the month, you're well ready.
The night before, everyone was gathered at the hotels lobby, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air as you tried to gather your thoughts despite the chatter.
"Don't go sulkin on us now, toots. Come on, enjoy yaself." Angeldust laughs, pushing a glass into your hands.
"You know I don't drink." You chuckle along, shaking your head no.
"Come on, just for tonight. You look like you're about to self-destruct, and the angels aren't even here yet."
"Fine." You relent, squinting your eyes at the glass before drinking it down as fast as you could. Much to your dismay, the bitter taste still lingers on your tongue.
"Blegh. It's bitter." Angeldust laughs loudly, and you laugh along.
The rest of the night is a blur.
By the early morning, everybody was already up making preparations. Last-minute recalibrations were in order to check if everything was functioning properly.
While everybody else waited for the battle outside, you remained inside, holographic screen in front of you showing you what the droid was seeing. Two specialised controllers in both your hands, reminding you of the times you used to play vr games.
This wasn't the time for that.
As the portal to heaven opened, the battle started.
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Sometime in the middle of the fight, you hear something crash from above, and you take that as a sign to leave.
Just before you can make your exit, part of the rubble falls onto your leg. After a bit of struggle, you manage to get out, but now, with a limp to your step.
Charlie sees you hobbling out of the hotel in her peripheral.
"Are you alright?"
You nod, looking around at the mess and carnage.
The smell of blood is nauseating, but the adrenaline keeps you from emptying your stomach.
"Where's Pentious?"
Almost like she had just realised that he was gone, she looked around as well, then pointed upwards.
"There!"
You turn to follow her gaze, your heart dropping to your stomach when you see just what Pentious was up to.
Adam turns to the giant war blimp, vaporizing it in a blink of an eye.
There's a ringing in your ear, the world slowing down around you.
What?
It took an embarrassingly long time for you to process what happened, especially since you were in the middle of a life or death situation.
Fighting back your tears, you summon the droid to where you are just in time to block an angels attack.
When Lucifer joined the battle, you knew that you were saved. After a bit more destruction, all was fine and well.
The angels have retreated. You can finally relax, your body a bit battered, but that's something that can be fixed later.
A strangled yelp catches your attention, turning to look at Lucifer, blood pouring out of a new wound you're sure wasn't there earlier.
Nifty dangles on with a knife in her hands.
You move before you can realise it. Wires wrapping around the small sinner, throwing her off to the side as you scanned through Lucifers wounds.
"No, no, no. Not again." Your voice cracks as you cradle the king of hell close to you. You already lost a friend tonight, you're not going to lose another.
You look at the still bleeding wound. Placing a hand over it, you mutter an apology before using your electricity to cauterize the wound.
You purse your lips into a thin line, hands trembling as you check Lucifers pulse.
It's slow, but there.
You let out a big sigh of relief, a chuckle escaping your throat as tears freely flow down from your face. You can't tell if they're from happiness, grief, or both.
Vaggie pries Lucifer out of your trembling hands while Charlie places a hand on your back, trying to console your sobbing form.
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bored-storyteller · 10 months
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Here I am after months of absence. I hope you are all well. Things have happened, I don't have much to explain really. I don't know if this is my return, but I have some things that I wrote and never put here again so...occasionally, maybe something will show up.
I wish you all a happy life
Twisted Wonderland, Leona Kingscholar x reader
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Brekfast
Leona sleeps. He sleeps a lot, now even more than usual.
He sleeps when he's fine, let alone when he's sick, when he's scared or under pressure. Even if he doesn't show it you know he still hasn't fully recovered from what happened, and it doesn't matter if it's even been months. It's not like he actually got to relax after the Overblot, it really wasn't a quiet time.
But today is Sunday, and you want to try to wake up the sleeping prince a little, to rekindle the will to live in him.
What an utopian thought, you tell yourself, but you want to try for him. If you fail at least you'll be there to watch over his sleep that encloses all the weight he has in him.
You still stop to look at that pile of blankets for a few moments, it rises and falls together with his breathing. His ears stick out from under the sheets, vibrate every now and then in small and rapid movements.
"Leona..." You murmur, without raising your voice too much; you know that deep down there's no need. A rattle rises, but no movement comes.
“Leona…” you call again, as you place the tray next to him. You know that hunger can wake him up more than you could.
It makes you laugh when the first thing that appears under the sun's rays penetrating through the shutters is his nose, which silently leans towards the scent of abundant roasted bacon.
Lots of meat, some eggs, some bread and butter, something sweet but not too much, juice as needed and more meat. Then next to his portions there is also what you like, because breakfast is for you two in theory, but you already know in principle that you won't touch food.
You give him time to emerge from his hiding place while you go to fully raise the shutters. He complains, but doesn’t articulate intelligible words.
Leona doesn't thank you, but his stomach does it for him, loudly. You laugh and he huffs as you sit on the edge of his bed.
"Good morning your highness!"
His green eyes dart at you grimly, but they don't linger long, preferring to return to the food as he carries the tray across his lap: "Are you in a good mood this morning?"
At least one of us has to try hard to be, you think, but you'd rather die than say it out loud.
“I just want to spend time with you, and today we have the day off, right?” Yours is obviously an attempt.
"I am tired." He replies with his mouth full.
Well, you shouldn't feel overly discouraged, after all you expected it. Be strong, be strong for him. He puts up with his tantrums because he's putting up with worse.
You watch him eat in silence, and slowly your positivity begins to wane, subjugated by a flood of doubts that you don't even know how to recognize.
Well, you can spend the day complaining to someone, the Heartslabyul guys stuck around, right? Or you could pay a visit to Scarabia, or one of the other dormitories. It's not that there aren't many ways to spend your days off there. You will return to Leona's in the evening. Maybe he will want to be with you more.
As you predicted, he doesn't bother advancing what you like, but you can't get mad, even if you're sorry about this. You wonder if he sees how much you are trying to make him better, how worried you are about him, and how afraid you are of only making it worse.
Does he know you love him?
And at that moment, he unexpectedly looks at you, catches you off guard like a good predator. He stands still as he watches you, suddenly sentient.
The state he finds you in is different from what he expected: you seemed so happy this morning, but now it looks like you are about to break. He sees your doubts gathering in your eyes and he's almost mesmerized by it, because he realizes you've hidden them from him so well up until that moment.
You, always careful not to hurt his pride with your concern, yet always, constantly feeling sorry for him. How could he not notice?
You clear your throat and escape him, trotting back around his room as if nothing had happened. He watches you sort through his clothes and his belongings that he doesn't even remember he has.
He looks at the now empty plates and sighs.
“Herbivore…” he calls you, setting aside blankets and tray to get up.
You hum back without turning around, as you fold a shirt left on a random chair.
"Little lion..." This time it's an experiment on his part, and your surprised smile somehow hurts him. He took you for granted, didn't he? He can't afford to hurt you too. He can’t face your happiness away from him.
“How long have I been part of your pride?” You ask him without being able to hold back that dig. His arm goes around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. You hear him swallow.
His voice is deep, still with a lethargic note that is slowly evaporating: “since when you are so hungry… I think I ate your breakfast too, didn't I?”
A slight smile opens on your lips: "well, I didn't stop you."
Who are you? What did you do with Leona?
For a moment he takes his time to look at your reflections drawn on the shiny mirror surface in front of you: you and him, you in his arms. You wanted this, he knows it.
“Let's go get something for you.”
You sigh, placing a hand on his cheek: "I don't like eating alone."
"I didn't say you will eat alone, I still have room."
You turn to look at him amused, but what you find is not an ironic, tired or bored look. His brows furrow as he holds you against him, he looks at you and for a second you think he's about to cry.
It's not like that, of course, but his eyes pour so much emotion into you that you think you can't hold those emerald irises anymore.
There is a murmur from him, but you don't understand. You want to ask him to repeat it, but before you can you are completely engulfed in him, and only three words are blown into your ear:
“You are my pride.”
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retrocesosdestacion · 3 months
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HOLLOW-HEARTED PHASES | daniëlle van de donk.
daniëlle van de donk x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: 🤷‍♀️
notes: written for this request.
SUMMARY: Danielle finds herself in frustration after a match. You are the only answer for her.
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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
kafka.
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❝ Will you tell me what happened? ❞ You don't expect Daan to be comprehensible right now. Yet it's worth a try.
❝ Nothing. It was just an misfortune. ❞ She answer in a not-so-assertive tone. It was kind of obvious how difficult it was for the Dutch woman to lie to you.
❝ It wasn't just this, you got a really bad yellow card, Liefde. ❞
Van de Donk and accident in the same situation was something common, relying on the point of view. And a lot of those times, it was funny.
She was tired, you were too; Sweating and ravenous, you too; Danielle was completely worn out from the match, and so were you. Mutually in post games, that was what made you two so close.
Playing alongside the midfielder every week managed to be entertaining, mainly due to each unusual circumstance that Danielle brought to you.
Settling such complications was your job. And at this moment was not different.
❝ At least explain it to me, please! ❞ You beg, pulling the first stool you could get and sat down in front of your partner; implying you wouldn't be leaving anytime soon until you resolved this.
❝ Do you think bumping into someone is so reckless as to get a yellow card? ❞ She started. ❝ Nowadays they are accepting anyone as a referee! ❞
She gestured every second, her dutch accent made the whole situation even funnier.
The only reaction you could have was to laugh at it all. ❝ It contigent on the intensity, actually. ❞ You say amidst giggling. ❝ And well, I know you. ❞
❝ I didn't do anything wrong! ❞ Danielle sounded like she wanted to prove a point. ❝ It’s not my fault if she unexpectedly appeared near me... ❞
❝ Okay, I take your word for it. ❞ In fact, your lips were a little erroneous, you saw how the midfielder purposely pushed the rival player at that time and could uncertainly defend Daan.
She raised her eyebrows involuntarily and jiggle her face, not hiding the evidence that she didn't fall for your fallacious chit-chat.
You gradually reached for the dutch woman's hands, probing each of her fingers; then caressing them.
Suddenly Van de Donk was equal to a carefree sea; a pelago that had just experienced a storm. The midfielder's eyes were devoted to yours, glinting more and more with each passing second.
Even though Danielle always left in a temper after incidents like this, you had the unparalleled ability to alleviate her. Whether just with your presence or caresses.
❝ How about… Next time you bump into someone more carefully, hm? ❞ You muttered, bringing your face inches closer to the midfielder. ❝ Or better yet, not bumping into the person is also a great option! ❞
Your thumbs slowly slid over the skin of other woman’s fingers, trying to comfort her while at the same time considering a clarification for all of this.
❝ In conclusion, not retaliating to a provocation is what you're telling me. ❞ Danielle articulated calmly.
❝ ...Yeah, almost that. ❞ You replied, withdrawn from your previous speech. ❝And also, you’ve been a lot… ❞
❝ Stressed? ❞ She concluded by cutting off your words, even though she was aware that such emotion was not true.
❝ I wasn't going to say that. ❞
❝ Yes, you would. ❞
You took a while to answer, since deep down it was more of a truth.
❝ No… I was going to say that you have been very frustrated and nervous lately. ❞
❝ It's the same thing. ❞ Daan had a silly smile on her face, clear how she was enjoying a game with you.
Your lips locked before commenting something, daring extra time to think of words to please her.
The palm of your left hand was the first touch to the dutch woman's face after disregarding her fingers, now giving light gentle taps. ❝ Who knows, maybe behind your little face it’s all the same! ❞
Van de Donk's fortunate laugh was delightful to hear, like a pleasant sound you rarely find amidst the chaos of an urban city; like your girlfriend.
The dutch girl got a enjoyable laugh out of your face whenever she could, and you got the occasional warm fervor. It was a cycle, and you had everything to do with it.
❝ I'll take that as a compliment. ❞ Daan articulated happily, slowly pressing her own fingers over yours; those who were snuggled against the dutch woman's face.
❝ Better now? ❞ You ask, wondering how Danielle was calmer than before.
❝ Possibly yes. ❞ She reply, inhibited by previous actions.
The shorter woman looked down demurely. But honestly, anyone gets irritated, especially by situations like this. Daan had every right to be upset about this, after all, you would be there.
Your fingers, from both of your hands, placed themselves on the other woman's face. You compress lightly so that you could move the other person's face closer to you.
Danielle had her typical confused look, but also aware of the affectionate attitude. A short beam shines on your face, accompanied by a pleasant chuckle before your lips touch the other person's skin.
You placed a short peck on the tip of the dutch woman's nose, immediately going to her lips, giving her another peck. Centimeters away from the other person's face, being able to even feel de Donk's warm and agitated breath.
❝ If that's okay, how about we get together with the girls, then we go out for drinks and find something to eat. ❞ You murmur after the affectionate act.
❝ If you say so… We can. ❞ Daan answer, sounding like she's still trying to recover from the affection; with the silly smile printed on her face. ❝ To be honest, I'm hungry. ❞
One or twenty years can pass, the dutch woman always becomes the silliest person in the world when she receives your affection.
❝ How about that new restaurant that just opened? ❞ You make a suggestion. ❝ Vanessa felt like eating pasta these days! ❞
Despite Van de Donk being a difficult woman to deal with on the pitch, off there and for you, it was like an easy puzzle to put together.
Danielle could stress a thousand times, but you would always get her back no matter what.
❝ Sounds fun! ❞ She responds one last time before gradually rising from the bench where she was sitting.
The midfielder pulled your hands, so she could help you when you got up. It didn't take long for you to act and do the same, even though you were extremely tired.
Daan still had her index fingers intertwined with yours, her eyes needed to make minimal effort when looking up, where she could look affectionately at you.
She took a while to say something, and honestly, Danielle's eyes darted to your face and without saying anything made you a little nervous.
You gave a confused grin.
❝ Thank you for that. ❞ Van de Donk mutters.
❝ …For what, exactly? ❞
❝ For being with me, by my side. I don't know how I would react to things without you. ❞ She articulates through the small laughs she lets out.
Without realizing it, your confused smile became happy, small compliments coming from your girlfriend were a relief; a victory.
Your silly smirk that burned your cheeks didn't allow you to answer, but made you act embarrassed. Your lefty raised up, so you could try to camouflage this stupid smile.
❝ Why are you smiling so much?! ❞ Daan chortled, tilting her head confusedly to the side.
❝ Nothing, nothing. ❞
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28 asks! :DD Thank you as always!! 💖💖
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@astaherussy
My FNAF AU has been sorted out. In the sense that the timeline has been re-written enough that I can go back to drawing it..
Now the next comic in the AU is a re-write/re-draw of my old FNAF comic, Moon Malfunction. A few months ago though there were several time sensitive projects that came up and I needed to shelf Moon Malfunction 2.0 until they were done. Well now they're all done.. but Moon Malfunction is gonna take me some time to get around to..
For the past few months I've been in a really bad spot mentally and physically. And taking on my FNAF Recap/Repair project is just not something I feel I have the mental energy to do at the moment.. All it feels like is a one big pile of work. And all I wanna do I just draw what ever comes easily to me and focus on recovering..
Soooo for the time being,, my main FNAF AU might not see any updates for a bit.. Though I haven't forgotten about it and I do want to get back to it at some point soon. But for now I want to cut any work out of my relaxing/drawing time and just draw what ever I want. Which atm is pirate cookies-- <XDD
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They're also great for grabbing something across the room while I stay in bed 😎😎
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Why haven't I drawn anything like that yet- what--
I might just have to at some point! :00
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@ardent-38
AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THATS SO SWEET!! BUT ALSO LSKNAKJ XDDD
I never thought of it like that! Anyone who gets into the game through my characters is like a lactose intolerant person recommending an ice-cream joint- and they're very persuasive! XDD
But fr, thank you! And hey, even if my characters aren't in the game, they'll always be here on Tumblr waiting for you XDD
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Actually, I wasn't! :00 I haven't seen that episode of the Cuphead show. But I'm assuming its about Cala Maria and Captain Brineybeard, yes? If so I can easily see the relation XD
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(Post in question)
AAAA THANK YOU!! The comic was different than what I'm used to. But it was a nice change of pace. I'm glad you liked it! :}}}
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@badlyblurry (Post in question)
FRRRRRR THO He's been holding that glow back for a while. Trying not to send the wrong messages to Blue and potentially damage their friendship 💔💔
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XDDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD 💖💖✨
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@mod-bubamon
I have! In this post you can see 3 of them floating behind Melvin! (The anthro donkey)
And in this post, you can see Melvin holding one while it passes away... :((((( Sad day for sure.
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Well? What did she taste like? XDD
Oh wait you're dead my bad-
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Unfortunately I cant think of any songs that would match each crew members theme.. Rn all my brain can think about is this 👇
youtube
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@nunyabusiness459 (Comic in question)
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🥰🥰THANK YOU!! :DDD
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What is primordial dough? :0
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@2006-stupid-thatsme
Thank you! :DD Though unfortunately my fwernnd, I am known for being very bad at explaining how I do art things. :(
If I tried to explain my thought/design process it would just be a lot of word spaghetti that boils down to "uhhh... I just drew it.,. aandd if it dont look good.. draw it differently.. until it looks good-"
My advice would be to look on YouTube for character design tutorials or ask some other artists that have artwork similar to mine and see if they can help. :( Again, so sorry! I wish I could articulate my thoughts better 💔💔
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@beryl-shade
This actually makes me think- Google says that if you add too much sugar to a cookie they become brittle.
Huh,, makes me think. If one of the cookies was baked with too much sugar.. they'd break real easy.. hmm.. 👀👀
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@whereismycupofcoffee
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@artistiemi
Thank you so much!! :DD I wish the same for you!! ✨💖✨
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@sunnys-bloog
I've thought about drawing them! :0 And I thiiink I drew Franny one time..? The Blue one. Although I don't think I'll be able to find the sketch unfortunately-
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NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!!
tbh though I think they'd see him as just a normal guy! :0 Right..?
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@beryl-shade
I'm not sure.. considering what I know about the games.. I thiiink they'd be horrified?? <XDD If they understand that they're made of dough, it'd be the equivalent of a human walking into a giant meat factory where they chop up meat and make weird false humans..
Okay yeah, they'd be horrified for sure XDDD
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@wdillustration
:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}
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@neo-metalscottic (Cookie run post in question)
AAAAA thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked it!! :DD As for the power, I think you're right about it being a rare occasion. And the idea of her gaining better control over it over time? While her love grows as well?? Perfection. But man I'm also tempted to make it so she can change when ever she wants. :( I really like drawing her and Seafoam together like that.. 🥺
As for the Colossal squid episode,, I'd have to go back and re-watch it to decide if I'll keep it for my AU or not..
But thinking about all the stuff you described about a violent altercation and nightmares?? 👀👀 Its giving me ideas! XDD
Now if the crew did face a violent altercation like that, I imagine their #1 goal would to protect the Octopod. That's their home man! They would probably do what ever they could to get the octopod away from the situation. Like the Captain manually piloting it and some of the crew being sent out in gups to distract the squid. Stuff like that :0
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@luna-purple454
AAA IT WAS ON THE 10TH BUT THANK YOU!! XDD :DD
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@khoiazo
It was on the 10th actually- and hey thanks! Seam could probably use the calories <XD
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@unpopularartist14 (referencing this ask post)
<XD oh boy, what a stark contrast between the sides--
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@shaziztrazh
I didn't have them in mind while designing them,, though maybe I took some subconscious inspiration? I see the similarities! :0
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