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sugarschnaps · 9 months

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Leland HCs, because he died in Chapter Four

My heart has been broken by fanfiction countless times with Leland dying omg. (You know who you are) Anyways so I decided to write some Leland Golden boy McKinney HCs!!! They're mostly for my comfort and my inexplicable thoughts. Went from Leland hater to Leland brainrot real fast. Thank you, fanfiction authors! You're a gift to the planet <3 Not used to writing for characters that aren't my ocs, and these are purely my own comfort hcs, so hopefully you guys don't mind my little contribution to the fandom. I might post other hcs if people want? idk Side note: These are also kind of somewhere between "soft boyfriend" and "part time group dad" energy, interpret these how you want. :D

He's not big on slushies originally. Probably not a big fan of cold things generally with a few exceptions of course, but he can't resist seeing you so excited to try the new flavour and wanting to drag him along. (At the time, probably blue raspberry. It came out in '74!) And of course, he'll go with you. You manage to persuade him to try it. He winds up enjoying them quite a lot. Blue raspberry is his favourite from then on, though you can never quite tell if it's the flavour that he likes or the fact that you introduced it to him.

He doesn't like hot custard. Can't explain that one, it's just a thought, honestly. But he'd rather die than eat hot custard, he just doesn't like it lmao

He absolutely has a thing for you wearing his shirts or if he has a jacket on, his jacket at the time. Especially when it's colder out, and he knows he can help you warm up. He protects his friends from literal cannibals in game, so why not from the elements too? And to build on this, I also HC he doesn't really like leather jackets because of his arms. They're always tight for his shoulders. But he still wears them sometimes for style points, you know what I'm saying? (When I say "a thing" here it means his heart is swelling and he can't stop smiling. Proud dad, maybe happy boyfriend, I dunno I'm just here for happy and alive boy Leland)

He gives the best hugs out of the whole group, for sure. He's always warm to the touch, even in winter, it's like he's literally got a built in heater or something. Plus, look at him. He is literally built for hugs. Wrestle hugs? Are those a thing? They are now I said so He'd definitely have anyone he cuddles with feel safe when he holds them. (He also prefers to be hugged around the waist than higher up his body.)

If you ever go out to watch a movie with him, you're absolutely leaving there laughing. Leland is a master of comedic timing and stupid comments. He'll find a way to spin any movie to be a comedy. Horror, Romance, anything. He'll make a terrible joke, and it'll be funny. Maybe less because of the actual comedic value, more in how he delivers his jokes, or how he ends up laughing halfway through them and ends up laughing also. His laugh is infectious.

Leland gives me dad joke energy. I will not elaborate.

He is literally just such a ray of sunshine. He's a bit dim-witted at times (it's ok bb me too <3) but he makes up for it in how pure he generally is. He's a good shoulder to cry on, especially while hugging him (literally speaking as well as emotional things- sorry, I'll shut up about his arms now). He might not be 100% certain how to comfort you most of the time, but he's trying his best.

One thing I can conform for an absolute certain is that he has the most banging record collection anybody has ever known. Man has brilliant taste in music. Queen, ABBA, that whole vibe is his favourite to listen to. He has a collection of vinyls he tells nobody about. You're probably the first to know, likely from him knowing the words to things like Killer Queen especially.

His favourite song, however, is definitely Hooked on a Feeling. It's just... I can't explain it. He'd dad dance to this, for sure. He's just a little silly goofy boy <3333

If you're the type of person that sees fluffy and/or soft hair and immediately wants to braid a bit of it, he will gladly let you do so. He'll probably have to lean down for it to be more comfortable for you. He doesn't care if you're a bit messy or not used to braiding hair properly, he'll happily keep it in for a day at least. He has the SOFTEST hair anybody has ever known, he's just a very fluffy boy and I love him.

In the winter, if you forget to bring gloves or whatnot, he'll hold your hands to warm them up. Referring back to the little portable heater energy thingy we've got going for him. Also, doesn't matter who you are his hands are always bigger than yours even if it's very slightly.

He gives me golden retriever energy he's so baby That's it that's the post, love y'all, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3

#tcm game #leland mckinney #leland tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #headcanon #wholesome #we love not being able to tag #I'm new here #hhhhhhhhhh #anyways so he's very baby and I have big brainrot over him #blaming my fave author <3

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epithet-beloved · 9 months

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Hi I'm shimmying in here awkwardly but can we have some ideas for Jericho x Dixon for the 3 starving jerixon fans please

MEETING HALFWAY

synopsis… Dixon and Jericho both need romance advice, and the only people they can ask are their cellmates, who are coincidentally both terrible at it.

ft. Jericho Felocity, Dixon Roughhouse, Ramsey Murdoch, California Slim, Alcatraz

tags… anime campaign, epithet erased spoilers, Slim and Ramsey give awful romantic advice, pre-relationship, mutual pining, straight up painful pining they are both so oblivious, Dixon sorta has a nervous breakdown

word count… 1284

a/n… this is my first time writing Dixon I hope the fandom approves of me ✧ 🦄

“Well, at least it’s not Ramsey.”

Was the first thing California Slim said when Jericho told him he had feelings for Dixon.

“Yeah, but what do I say to him?” Jericho was frantically running on his treadmill to blow off some steam, a clear nervous energy about him. In clear contrast to his normal, everyday frantic running on his treadmill. “I’m not really that great at talking. You think he even notices me at all?”

“Oh, don’t listen to Slim, Jeri!” Alcatraz was much more enthusiastic about this matter than the murderer he was attached to, and saw fit to float next to Jericho trying to calm his nerves. “Dixon seems like he’s got a lot to say himself, I’m sure he just appreciates you being a good listener!”

“Yeah,” Slim scoffed, “a lotta crazy bullshit to say.”

The ghost turned to glare at his companion, but with no face, the look of disappointment on his face was left entirely to the imagination.

Jericho, lost in thought about his current dilemma, seemed utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind him. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if I just let him talk. I don’t want him to think I’m weird or anything.” Almost as if to demonstrate his point, the man’s body phased partially through the front of his treadmill whilst he continued to ‘run’ in place as if nothing were wrong.

“Jericho, everyone in this place is goddamn weird. And Dixon’s a nut — guys like him can’t afford to be picky about their company.” Slim just watched his cellmate for a few seconds, then sighed and massaged his temples. Usually, Jericho was an alright guy to bunk with, but sometimes he could be a real headache……. “You sure a relationship in prison could even work? You guys only see each other during lunch time.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Alcatraz quickly said, as he did after pretty much everything Slim told people. “I’m sure you two will find a way! You’re such creative souls!”

“That’s sure a way to put it…..” The actual murderer eventually stood up, finally deciding to do something about his poor friend’s predicament. “C’mon, man, you got yourself all outta sorts.” Thinking it would help somehow, he gave Jericho a hearty slap on the back to try and force him out of the treadmill, but this only created a bigger problem.

“Oh, that’s not good!”

“No fucking shit, Sherlockatraz!” The two unfortunate souls were currently faced with their friend lodged halfway through the cell wall, legs dangling in a janky position. Slim first pressed his ear to the wall, trying to make out if the speed runner was suffocating to death like he did last time. “You breathing in there, dumbass?!”

“Oh,” came Jericho’s voice from the other cell. “Hi Dixon!”

California Slim turned to the ghost with a tired expression. “Never mind. It’s worse than we thought.”

Not like things were going much better in the cell next door before that, anyway.

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“I dunno, I just, I just—“ Dixon was pacing back and forth like the madman Ramsey knew that he was. “I feel like he’s the only one who gets me, but like, what— what if he doesn’t get me? What if he’s an alien? Or a spy? Or— or an alien spy?!”

“Dixon,” started Ramsey, who was laying on his bed like a teenage girl while drawing another commission of a certain inmate’s fursona. “He avoids clipping to the front of the lunch line every day just so he can stand next to you. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“But what if he’s just like that with— with everyone?!” From the corner of his eye, Ramsey saw Dixon hunched over with his hands in his hair. If he got any more nervous, he was pretty sure the guy would start pulling his hair out.

“You’re overthinking it.”

“And why shouldn’t I overthink it, man?!” In the split second that Ramsey looked away, Dixon had rushed over to his bunk and was now aggressively shaking the poor rat man by his shoulders. “I finally have the first good chance with a guy in years, he doesn’t treat me li-like I’m crazy, and I could— I could just fuck it all up! ‘Cause crazy fuckin’ Dixon fucks everything up!”

“Hey, hey, relax…..” Worried for his cellmate, Ramsey would slowly raise his hands and place them on the bespectacled man’s shoulders. “None of us ever said that about ya.”

“Slim tells me I’m a nut.”

“Slim’s a dick and he does not speak for us.” Ramsey took a pause to sit up properly, not slouching as he gave his friend a serious look. “Listen, Dixon. My man. If you’re crazy, then so is everyone else in this damn place. And Jericho is the sweetest guy I know, there’s no way in hell he isn’t happy to listen to you. I’m happy to listen to you. So even if stuff doesn’t work out, look at me.”

Dixon, who had stopped shaking, flickered his eyes up from the floor to Ramsey’s face.

“You’ll always have me. We’re buds! I mean it.”

There was a long pause where neither man said anything, and the conspiracy theorist’s eyes resumed darting around the room at high speed. Always thinking, considering, analyzing. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes.

“Y-yeah,” he’d eventually stutter out from between clenched teeth. Finally noticing how tightly he’d been holding Ramsey, he pulled back like he’d just touched a hot stove. “Sorry….” He held one of his wrists and watched his own hand as he flexed it lightly. “Guess I’m just used to all the sorts of stuff….stuff my family—“

A loud crash and the room shaking made both men yelp, interrupting whatever was about to be said in favor of whipping their heads around to the first and last person Dixon was hoping to see.

“Oh, hi Dixon!” An awkward, smiling Jericho was what awaited them, waving with one hand while the other dangled uselessly. Only his upper half graced the room with its presence, the other presumably stuck in his own cell.

“Oh,” Dixon mirrored, suddenly laughing to fill the silence. “Hey! Need, uh…..need some help there?” Shit, he was repeating his words again. Was he weirding him out?

“Nah, I’m alright for now.” Wait, was he worrying him? Now Jericho almost felt bad for showing up. “Just, uh….haven’t talked to you in a while. How’s it been?”

“FINE! I mean uh. Fine!” Dixon lied. “Was just talking…..talking about……”. The man made the mistake of glancing at Ramsey for guidance, who was of no help and instead chose to gawk at Dixon helplessly. “…..alien spies!”

With a conversation hook, Jericho now felt less nervous. He liked it when Dixon talked — it was like the only side quest dialogue in the world he wouldn’t skip. “Wow, I love aliens! Like in Metroid!”

Dixon pointed at Jericho and nodded rapidly, too nervous to do anything but blindly agree and go off of what the other man was saying. “YES, it is exactly like Metroid! You are SO right! Y-you know, it’s kinda like how— how jellyfish are ancient alien parasites that’ll create the zombie uprising!”

“Really? I’d love to be a zombie, because then I’d be the fastest one!”

✧ ✧

“You know, they really are just painful to listen to.”

“Slim, be nice!” Alcatraz chastised. “I for one am glad that they’re bonding! You should stand to be more like them!”

“Mmm, no thanks.” The murderer peeled himself off of the wall and skulked back to his bed. “I’m just glad I’ll get to say I called it when they start dating in a few weeks.”

#🦄's writings #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request !#anime campaign #anime campaign imagines #epithet erased spoilers #jericho felocity #dixon roughhouse #Jericho Felocity x Dixon Roughhouse #jericho Felocity imagines #dixon roughhouse imagines

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dirtyoldmanhole · 6 months

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don't know if i've talked recently about why I wrote YRMR (past tense since it's sitting at 98% done in the gdoc file).

not to be navel gazey, but it's cool to look back in hindsight and see what "worked" in terms of endurance fuel for such a massive project, and to see what worked as consistent motivators (maybe motivators to take for future projects?)

there's a few reasons, the big clusters being:

* i actually like revelation's plot a lot. i don't think it's cobbled together at all. but i was missing that specific fictious merged version of 'what if revelation + while corrin romanced gunter (a la conquest)' especially since it (would) make a lot of implied characterization explicit.

talked with one of you recently how FE games do really good at leaving the player a lot of high quality ingredients (such as characters), but oftentimes FE stumbles on mixing the ingredients together to make a killer packaged soup of a plot. so it's weirdly the perfect kind of series to spring off with fanworks to fill that gap.

* the bark bark horny. i uhhh. yeah. would be remiss in leaving this out. :P honestly while there's a lot of stories that gets close to my specific itches/cluster of tropes i like, i feel like stories often pull the punches with,,, how do I say this, "ugly" erotics? how do you make stroke recovery sex smoking hot. i'm going be blunt here, how do you write post-trauma sex with dignity and then also write a rape fantasy from the perpetrator's point of view in the same turn with nuance and have both be hot as fuck? how do you write intimacy between a frankly obscenely large age gap while being explicit about the way bodies fall apart in the end, and yes, it too being hot?

messy fucking stuff. you know, literally.

in a weird way, it's that 'ugly erotics' that strongly feels the most human to me. it's the only kind of erotics i really see myself in, those knife-edged places where erotics intersect with the jagged edge of unpleasantness and sometimes end up creating something all the more tender for it.

* there is a very specific 'chewing my arm off out of a sheer need to selfishly see more fanwork of a specific character' focus that i've only gotten with zihark in the past (got me to start drawing to begin with) that is the same for gunter. it's actually really fun to feel that nameless drive again. there's a real clarity to it that i missed.

* this last reason goes into a little woo-woo territory of how i see some characters, and it genuinely galls me to say this with a straight face, i am not.... a woo-woo person by and large lmao. anyway. i genuinely felt called to make this specific redemption story. dunno how to say it any other way. i remember sitting there halfway through the first revelation playthrough feeling so. fucking pained for the character and what a raw deal he got. like ok yeah, fictional character, I get that part. but then there's quotes like this that do a far better job of capturing that... calling.

i am genuinely fond of this old man and i think he deserved a hell of a lot better. was willing to swear on my Muse about it and i think it says a lot that i'm a stones throw from finishing it, too.

#gunter slowburn liveblog

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sadisthetic · 1 year

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Dude your Jaya hanahakai au is everything. If you're not gonna write that uhhhh can I???? 'Cause it's so creative and intricate. Utter genius bro

Also I really love the unrequited/stay friends ending and the requieted ending. They're both just so good and so well thought out (i also dont want jay to die lmao). Also YES!!! GIVING NYA AGENCY!! You put so much consideration into her feelings and it's making me bark like a feral little dog. Like the worst thing about skybound is how it treats Nya as a character and I just shhdjdjd. This is driving me insane. Ninjago's writing makes me ill but yours has me on my knees.

THANK YOU.............. DRAMATICALLY FALLS TO MY HANDS AND KNEES..... SWEET FEEDBACK AND BOOST TO MY EGO.... i was insane while writing that entire au too.

ALSO ITS FUNNY... I WROTE SO MUCH ABOUT NYAS FEELINGS IN THIS AU BECAUSE IT WAS ENTIRELY NECESSARY. LIKE. I HAD TO. especially for requited end. i knew when i got to that point in the story where i had to address i knew it in my heart that this was like. the most important part. nyas feelings are so important in this au.... and i knew without proper explanation/justification of nyas feelings of why she falls in love with jay again the au Simply Would Not Work. all that consideration is me doing the intense relationship math (math? i dunno. its a process of some sort.) TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO MAKE THEM WORK. because if anything. jaya should is a relationship that requires work. not effortless in the slightest.

i love jaya. its technically a terrible romance. fucking absolutely wretched and tormented by obligatory heterosexual writing. it only exists because straight writers Have to write het tax into their shows for some goddamn reason. but also. its the ship of all time. its because im delusional and have thought about it so much and put so much thought into how their relationship should BE and also wrote so much meta and shit to fill in the massive gaps in their relationship that canon doesnt address or skips over. YOU SEE JAYA IS ACTUALLY SO FUCKING INTERESTING AS A RELATIONSHIP. ITS SO INTERESTING BECAUSE ITS A FUCKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY ACTUALLY HAVE VERY LITTLE CHEMISTRY AS COUPLE. AND YET AND YET AND YET. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. THEY GET TOGETHER ON SUPERFICIAL TERMS. THEY BREAK UP. THEY GET TOGETHER AGAIN. BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. in my eyes they arent a perfect match for each other. actually. thats literally canon. jay isnt nyas perfect match (god i think about s3 so fucking much i hate it) but they love each other anyways and end up together in the end despite the things theyve gone through. i think theres something real about that. love that is mismatched and tried but they Work through it anyways. thats romance baby. theres something very romantic about love that takes effort (is the guy who is putting all the effort into the ship) (very delusional) (but very self aware about it)

jaya is like. a brain teaser. its like a fun puzzle for my brain to solve (fix) because its such a travesty in canon. the gordians knot of ninjago ships. i love thinking about it so much. i thought about it so much ive tricked myself into becoming a massive shipper who screams whenever they do something cute together

oh fuck im sorry i forgot to answer your question bc i got so fucking heated about jaya. its because im insane about them. it just happened. fuck. jaya............................ i love divorce...... anyways

YES you can write my au. because i certainly dont have the stamina to do it myself. i would like if you credited me for the idea tho if youre gonna use my plot beats. but otherwise? Feel Free. go nuts. i love fanfiction. i always think of my stories as fanfic anyways and man i sure do wish i could read my own au as a fic. but i lack the capacity to write this beast of an au in full. so like. someone else might as well. if you do. have fun

#ninjago talk #asks #jem.txt #thyburn thydust #christ this is long #guy who is just so normal

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nimblermortal · 2 years

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@unfavorableinstigation

Oh. Oh man. You haven’t read Bujold before. Oh man, Stig, you’re going to have so much fun.

So there’s three ongoing serieseseses or rather worlds for Bujold, and I can recommend two of them. Let’s start with the one I can’t.

The Sharing Knife is a fantasy romance series where a young girl falls for the uh I dunno tall adventurous guy who comes by her place? I read one book waiting for it to not be romance, and - shockingly - it was, so I forgot everything I ever knew. @hello-delicious-tea can give you a better recommendation here if romance is what you’re in the mood for.

Note that the Sharing Knife series starts with the two falling for each other and then there are several books after that about them being together and trying to fix their world. One compelling thing about Bujold’s romances is that they never stop at ‘and then they got together and lived happily ever after.’* The only objection I’ve heard to Bujold’s books is that she follows a romance pattern of “they get together, they fit really well, they have children...” and there’s no real no-children story path.

The Five Gods world is for Bujold’s speculative theology. There are five gods (father, mother, sister, brother, bastard) and characters interact with them in various ways, and they influence the world in various ways. I tend to like these for the more serious approach, but Penric and Desdemona is a series of novellas set in the world of the five gods which is much more light-hearted. My hypothesis is that Bujold writes Pen and Des as a break from other efforts and is delighted that this also gets published. But if light-hearted is what you’re looking for, honestly, you’d do best to start with...

The Vorkosigan saga. This is the biggest one, and people will say “oh start here” or “oh start there” but I feel it’s like Discworld and you just pick one up and go. The main character is Miles Vorkosigan, who is the sort of boy who goes to visit his grandmother and comes back a few months later with a mercenary fleet that is in itself evidence that he has committed high treason and all of this was an accident. He’s like Moist von Lipwig in that when he gets ina tight spot he starts escalating, and you get to watch him develop the skills to back that escalation up over the course of several novels. Vorkosigan books are a riot.

Let me know what sounds good to you and I’ll give you some more details and possible starting points!

*Witness: the existence of Miles Vorkosigan books. Miles came about because Bujold wrote his parents getting together and then went, “You know what would be the absolute worst thing that could happen to Aral? If his son and only heir were a mutant. Oh yeah I am doing that to him and - oh wait what would a kid like that be like? Pretty intense and with a lot to prove and - oh. Oh dear. I have twenty more novels in me.”

**I have hopes for Ivan and Mark in the Vorkosigan saga, partly because I think Bujold is aware of this criticism.

#replies #AND! I am happy to report! as a spoiler for two Penric books!#that Nikys turned Penric down #will it last? dunno!#I won't get the next Pen book until the next time I'm traveling

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the-cryptographer · 1 year

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Anders, Oghren, Leliana, Sten for 002.

Woohoo! Thanks for the ask!

002 | Give me a character: ANDERS

How I feel about this character: Ugly baby. Perverted old coot. I love him. He is like... simultaneously the most self-absorbed bastard and the most selfless giving person. Absolutely beautiful. I think Anders is a man/character of dichotomies, and I think despite some issues the narrative really gets that across well.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Merrill. Fenris. Justice. Hawke. Not sure if the canon version of this romance is any better than any of the others, but it’s definitely awful in a funnier way for me personally. And noncanon Hawke you can of course do great things with. Carver. Bethany. Basically whether these two end up in the Circle, or with the Wardens, you have an immediate in for thematic relevance and shared experience with Anders. He’s my favourite person to ship each of them with. Sigrun. I don’t have a justification for this one. Just think it would be cute. Nathaniel. Mmm, same. I’ve seen other people write this well in a way that makes me want to say I ship it, but I can’t exactly pin it down. Leliana. I mean, they don’t talk in canon. And I don’t think I can ship her Left Hand of the Divine self with Anders. But, like- canon diverge before that? Think about it. They both wanna be Andraste. They’re both wildly heretical Andrastians talking about love and compassion and justice. They need to kiss about that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I’m going to say Justice? Like, I think their connection is romantic, but it’s sometimes hard (for me anyway) to get that across when they’re sharing a body, so I don’t think of it in quite the same way. I think despite all the dysfunction in their relationship, Justice and Anders really managed to be what the other needed through some hard times and I think there is some genuine longing there where Justice loved that Anders’s hedonism could coexist with the goodness of his cause and his compassion, and Anders was inspired by Justice’s courage and sense of morality and responsibility. I’m glad Anders has Justice, even in playthroughs where everything else goes wrong for him. I guess also Isabela? In the sense that I think they’re fun to put in a room together and bounce off one another. I think they make good friends-with-benefits too, but I don’t think they especially want to be emotionally intimate with one another. Anders doesn’t really respect Isabela and I think Isabela has very little patience for Anders’s drama so :/ But I like that they seem to manage to coexist in a working relationship quite well despite that. I like how Isabela seems to know how to handle him without taking his shit personally, and see the good in him without enabling him overmuch.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Idk, he’s a jackass, but I don’t think he was wrong about bombing the Chantry if it helped end/stymie the prison labour system in Southern Thedas? I guess something more specific? I don’t think he’s a character that’s easily satisfied. I think he’s reckless and self destructive and loves testing people’s boundaries. I’m writing a fic where he’s cheating on my OTP for all of the above reasons. I feel like ‘Anders would cheat on my OTP’ is probably an unpopular opinion, but it probably says more about me than him, lmao.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I think there are probably a couple answers I could give to this but I think #1 is just better acknowledgement of who Anders was and what he was up against? I dunno. The real thing I want is for da4 Fenris to wryly talk about how much he hated Anders in Kirkwall and now he’s essentially become Anders - a freedom fighter raging against an uncaring slave labour machine and aggravating the people he talks to with problems they don’t know how to help - and isn’t it strange and wonderful and awful where life takes you? I think it would be ironic.

my OTP: Anders/Merrill & Anders/Fenris. I often ship them simultaneously in a polyamorous sense, but not always. I talked about both of them in this post.

my cross over ship: N/A.

a headcanon fact: There’s canon dialogue reasons not to, but I think most people headcanon Wynne as Anders’s teacher in the Circle, and I’m no exception. I feel like her ‘boys will be boys’ attitude in Origins really jives well with a lot of Anders’s worse qualities, lol.

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you: OGHREN

How I feel about this character Worst boy, best boy <3 What a pathetic old war veteran who got chewed up by the system and spat out and left for dead. Also he’s terrible!

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Nobody really. No one deserves that, especially not Felsi. Okay, I lied. Wrote a fic once where he had a thing with Stroud and a fade spirit named Fury. Also he totally has a weird little crush on Nathaniel Howe (and maybe Anders too). It would be nice to explore more of that in ways that would cause brain damage for everyone involved >:)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: He and Zevran have a funny little set of banters going. I like how amused Zevran is by Oghren trying to negotiate this grudging respect for him. And I like Zevran trying to get him to laugh with the joke about an elf and a human and a dwarf talking about wiping the piss off their hands. Also Branka, to be honest. Theirs was obviously a very unhappy marriage, but I do genuinely like Oghren’s involvement in Paragon of Her Kind, and how he obviously seems to love and revere this woman and care about her when everyone else has given up on her. I love the way he’ll unreservedly call her a genius, and genuinely be upset if the Warden elects to kill her. Pity she doesn’t seem to return any of that affection.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I like him. I think he’s great for the duration of Paragon of Her Kind, as I said above. I think he definitely overstays his welcome after that though, between the rest of Origins and Awakening. Especially since Origins itself is saturated with a lot of Warrior characters when you really only want one in your party to draw fire.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish he’d gotten a little more depth following Paragon if he was going to stick around. I think it’s frustrating that the writers seemed to think he was hilarious when the rest of us seemed to only see a sad pathetic alcoholic who takes out his disappointments with the world by sexually harrassing the people around him. I’m not even sure what I expect because I don’t even *need* him to get better, especially when he clearly doesn’t want to. But I wish there was a way to engage him less shallowly.

my OTP: N/A.

my cross over ship: N/A.

a headcanon fact: He thinks that Chasind honey mead is TOO SWEET and obviously for PANSIES & LITTLE GIRLS. But he still likes it. He sips it in secret at night and thinks of the honey termites in Orzammar.

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you: LELIANA

How I feel about this character: She is... the first character I romanced in this series. But I’m not sure it left me with many strong feelings about her. I think the back and forth the first game has about whether she fabricated her vision of the Maker entirely was interesting. I find her need to mythologise the world and the events of her life kind of frustrating, especially where it concerns turning Marjolene’s abuse of her into a tragic romantic epic. Though I think she is allowed to make sense of her life that way, if she chooses, I do find it alienating. I also think her association with the Chantry as a spearhead for its Imperialism is frustrating in DAI and subsequent additions to the series. Not that I consider it out of character, but it is a slap in the face imo for people who romanced her as Amell/Surana/Tabris/Mahariel. Definitely grounds for divorce.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Morrigan. It’s definitely fun to contrast their worldviews. And, of course, to get Leliana to use her comparative savvy and experience to get Morrigan begging >:) Zevran. It’s fun since they’re both bisexual killers for hire who like shoe shopping. Warden. I think most of the backgrounds can be done well with her (discounting DAI). Wynne. I do like how Leliana seems to see through Wynne’s old lady act a little, and point out that she herself is older than she looks. I think this could be fun. And I brought up Anders up there ^ as a potential crackship >:)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I don’t think I have one? Or, rather, I’m open to all the things I discussed in the shipping section being explored nonromantically.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I think there’s a lot of potential for her and Josie and Cassandra to be the villains in a DAI playthrough tbh. They are the ones kind of controlling the narrative about what the Inquisition is, and using it to further an agenda I do not feel is particularly in the interests of the Inquisitor in many cases, let alone most of Thedas.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Leaning more into her villain potential in DAI should have been an option imo.

my OTP: Any permutation of Leli/Morri/Zev/Warden is okay by me, given the writing to back it up.

my cross over ship: N/A.

a headcanon fact: This is very fix-it of me. But Tug made it out of the Arl of Denerim’s Estate alive, but without working legs. Leliana thought it was more romantic to write about him dying and giving Sketch his axe. Ableism abounds. Sketch is not done being pissed off at her about it.

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you: STEN OF THE BERESAAD

How I feel about this character: Another dumb bitch traumatised war veteran <3 I like him. I think he is the source of the best character work and worldbuilding this series has done on the Qunari. And he’s fun and rewarding to watch open up. Discovering that this really hardened and murderous bastard, with this totally foreign social perspective, likes cookies and art - it feels lovely.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Warden! I don’t go here often enough, but I have seen some really cute fics about him bonding with Wardens of different kinds and showing them his nice and soft sides <3 I think him and Morrigan troll flirting with one another is also really funny and great, lol.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Zevran, maybe! I’m disappointed that follow-ups to the series never did anything with Zevran considering going to Par Vollen with him and checking out the Qun. And Dog <3 I feel like Sten is really that war vet guy who needs a service animal.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I’m not sure what counts as an unpopular opinion. I suppose I think it was terribly out of character for him to declare Alistair ‘basalit-an‘ in the comics. He clearly has absolutely no respect for the guy in Origins.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Egh, I think I’m pleased enough with what we get from him in canon, excluding the comics jank.

my OTP: I still think him and Warden could be cute together.

my cross over ship: N/A.

a headcanon fact: He got promoted to Arishok because he introduced Mabari puppies and cookies to Par Vollen and for no other reason.

#anders #oghren kondrat #leliana #sten of the beresaad #dragon age #this is the last of these #sorry it took me so long anon

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Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

[ audiobook, listened in finnish ]

the memoirs and consequently life story of a woman and the development of her relationship with her two friends, a smart but arrogant girl/woman and a goofy boy/man with anger management issues. they grew up in (and seemingly were born into?) a boarding school sort of environment, evidently isolated from the rest of the world somewhere in the UK. she talks about the joys and sorrows of her childhood and teenage years, falling in and out of friendship with the girl who later starts dating the boy they're both friends with, then the subsequent years of them moving out of the school into some cottages somewhere else and meeting people outside the school. little by little the surreal purpose of their rather strange existence is revealed through the memoirs.

➕ the intrigue is real. the details sprinkled here and there are sometimes so subtle and leave you wondering what exactly she's trying to say, then sometimes she drops a bomb of a revelation like it's nothing -- which is exactly how a person just talking about her own life would speak. that was maybe my favourite thing about this novel. it's not so much a structured fictional autobiography as it is a person just jotting down things that were memorable to them about their own life. the character even says herself that she has a sudden compulsive need to just write things down because [spoiler] well she's about to die pretty much

➕ there's romance in this book that's very subtle, which is to my liking… though i guess it also felt a bit TOO subtle? like it's never really expressed that the narrator has feelings for this character… but i guess you can read it between the lines. i kind of liked the lack of explicit expression of love but i also didn't like it? i dunno

➕ the main criticism i saw of this book when looking at the reviews was that people were pissed off about.. well the elusive nature of the "truth" in this book, i.e. that the narrator main character reveals bits and pieces of clearly a really fucked up reality she lives in but is so oddly casual about it and instead talks in length about the drama with her best friend instead of elaborating on the hard facts of her existence and feeling anything about those rather than friend drama or a music cassette or whatever. and i can see why people would feel this way, i too had moments of getting impatient because i just wanted to know more about [spoilers] WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE SET TO DONATE ORGANS? WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN YOU'RE CLONES??? and yes, i guess the narrator is pretty deadpan throughout this, not really questioning anything, not really.. well.. addressing anything… but after giving it thought myself, i think that's the very natural-feeling product of this memoir format. we're not reading about something happening to her as she speaks. we're reading about things that happened to her years and years ago, things she's emotionally distanced from at this point. she doesn't need to explicitly talk about her emotions about this or that because it's already long gone and she herself knows how she felt in that moment, now she's just writing down how the key events in her life unfolded. this goes really deep into all the intricate details of being a child and a teenager and the reality in that age is that your world is going to revolve around "pointless" human and relationship drama. to me, her going on and on about that instead of how the world is like in general just feels real above all else. it's the macrocosm of her life. i don't think it's a failure of ishiguro to describe her emotions or whatever people seem to think…. but then again, i also have a hunch this is a product of this sort of.. Vibes First kind of japanese writing. i haven't read very much but that's the impression i have of japanese literature.

➖ the beginning was a bit off-putting to me… so little to go from. it was only after listening for maybe an hour that you start getting the picture, somewhat. and that's a lot if you have no patience to sit down with a book to give it a try for that long. i had no idea what she was talking about with "donations" at first (the finnish words means… a loser, basically lol. a "give-upper") and suddenly we're onto something about a boy at school on the football field. i had nooo idea what was going on for a solid long while which in some cases can make me drop a book early.

➖ although the ways of this universe were pretty much explained at the end, i still had so many questions left… like these people's thoughts on parents and their own lack of, for example.

➖ sometimes the relationship stuff was so subtle and allegorical that i had a hard time really understanding what she's even talking about or trying to say. felt like mental 4D chess at times.

⭐ score: 4 -- this was pretty solid, i enjoyed it. but it wasn't perfect. i think i prefer the remains of the day, the only other ishiguro novel i've read. this one felt just a liiiiittle stretched out. but i feel kind of defensive about this book overall, the general anglo-american experience of this seems to be that it's called "dystopian sci-fi" and then people go in expecting that from it when it's really about something entirely different.

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mitochondriencocktail · 2 months

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idk if you're still doing these but 📚,🦋 and 🧩

oh hell yeah!!

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

OH NO.... okay so it's a couple of random paragraphs from a shapeless fic idea that was half-a-joke and half-serious where Bojan joined the GSA (gay straight alliance) club on campus and was like "I'm just here to be an ally :)" but then yeah he meets Jere.

I really gravitate towards Bojan being super repressed in fics for some reason, but I think it's because I haven't actually pulled one off where I've written him that way as a slow-build romance? So I keep tinkering with that trope in hopes I'll finally write something ;o;

Saving your screens with a read more.

"No, I'm straight," said Bojan, looking around the room. A few of the other students raised their brows skeptically, as Bojan was used to, but others greeted him with wide grins. "I'm just here because my sister's-" he cut himself off, pitching his eyes upwards in thought for the right term. He didn't want to insult anybody. Was he allowed to say lesbian? He brought his gaze level with the room again. "My sister's into women, so I wanted to support her. Learn a bit more. Our parents are kinda old school." "It's nice to have an ally," one of them said, the boy at the front of the classroom who sat perched on a desk. He seemed to be the oldest in attendance and by his easy demeanor, appeared to be the president of the club. He spoked with clipped consonants, indicating that perhaps he was from somewhere foreign. His eyes were a bright blue that made Bojan feel strangely at ease. "We have many people who join to support family." Bojan smiled. [smth smth idk plot builds, friendship is formed, events happen] He wasn't into guys because he was into girls. That's how that worked. Right? Jere took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, classrooms dark for the day after everyone else had gone home. Bojan was never one to shy away from touch, with friends or family or even other classmates, but for some reason, Jere's hand in his made his heart race.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

MY WEDDING... It's 13 days away and oh man, what a year it's been. I'm so grateful for my partner and will spare you all that rambling. We're very excited for the big day, but also so ready to stop thinking about wedding logistics.

This fandom tbh??? Like I know we're tiny and subsist on literal crumbs at this point, but I dunno, I just really enjoy everybody here. It's been real chill and I love how creative everybody is. We're all united by some goofy guys who give potent soulmate energy and we all just ran with it and have some of the most amazing AU ideas kicking around.

I think everybody should treat themselves to a little beverage. If you've been on the fence about it, this is your sign to treat yourself to a little beverage.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

For me, characterization is a big hit or miss. I'm open to different interpretations for sure, and this is in no way telling people to stop doing what they're doing, but personally speaking for my own preference, if things feel too "out of character" or the emotional beats feel too erratic/unjustified, it can throw me out of it.

Feel free to send me some emojis!

#ask games #thank you!! :)

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gplewis · 2 years

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sent to her just under a year ago

Did you have a good trip? Are your efforts to secure something stable going well? I asked really; this really did happen, and said

What have I been doing and dabbling with…really I’ve become as regular and orderly as can be: lots of writing (whoop-de-doo!) by hand, on typewriter and thought dumps into Word docs……….and courageous, brave correspondence when I can muster it. Reading, too much Twitter and some books, mostly just immersed in whatever my fancy goes to. I dunno, I have been sitting around and staying inside a lot, an intense cerebrality (I’m inventing a word) but not for much longer: I have sold my car and donated some clothes and am going to stay with a friend in New York starting weekend after next, with no plan to return. Being there should be a good kick in the pants to “figure it out”, or to keep writing clearly about how “it” cannot be “figured out” and as ever, I will see what I can do with my mind and persona/real self

“Pain or love or danger makes you real again" — Jack Kerouac

i’m rereading her/this because it’s a museum, and (”and” taken to its maximal degree, a hot flight up and out to the sun; i keep believing in random unspooling foolishness based on wherever the heart goes—randomness and discipline; i keep singing the “siren” song on my laptop screen telling myself i’m a good boy, “girlfriend” and “boss” replaced with “I”—me became them all, swallowed the world like other dead greats who look like me, e.g.

“If one does not absorb everything, one loses oneself completely. The mind must be greater than the world and contain it…” https://www.themarginalian.org/2015/08/04/andre-gide-originality/

sent down a flight of stares because i read something because i felt something and went searching; we’re both still here, separate and equal in the arts—her a publishing professional (an editor, star search, removing the/my impurities; ah, this romance of destruction and risk, patience and huge upside; literary success is a cock fight

“You have a curious way of arousing one's imagination, stimulating all one's nerves, and making one's pulses beat faster. You put an aureole on vice, provided only if it is honest. Your ideal is a daring courtesan of genius. Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.” ― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“in memory of last year”

Zadie Smith talked onstage about how she Does It for those going through linear time with her/us ~ all of (ion) us still listening (his art is free to be typos; anarchic kingdom of automatic perfection—a place to revise the rules; this place is not gonna be the other place—this is gonna be my rule

^ there—this was about kingdoms and rulers

But you have to say, “Well, who is going to be my ruler?” — almost on a moment-by-moment basis. https://www.themarginalian.org/2015/06/15/cheryl-strayed-longform-podcast-interview/

this is a cascade of clickability; it is a matrix in which you can dissolve ~ the pattern is everywhere, this is not about my work or me, it’s about the everythingness of everything which at first probably makes you sick like magic mushrooms

it is a very gentle act to not get sick like this

“I'm sick of everything, and of the everythingness of everything.” ― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

if you so feel inclined to brew something (:

she puts the mouth first, before the eyes . . .

i paired “Ambrosial regression” with a picture of two flames; she asked what it meant, i probably meant your breath is mine, palpable, i don’t want to live alone, can’t be alone in this fervor exploding my gut—FEELING leads to literature, a gateway drug of false and false permanences crashing like masks piled (see? you’ve unhinged me—duologue of author and poetess enflamed, a cyst, vibration, fibrosis fiberoptic Renaissance swallowing all thesaurus rex velociraptor queen on her color

the terrible art is, to stay in integrity, i can’t bother you with having written this; it only comes to life if not-you finds it, becomes her (you) oh—alone, singing well the pain of nobody being here with anyone, everybody sovereign in their box and corner, even during touch

you’re such a cute little bumpkin, kissable

Ah, hah no. I don’t think text is a very full-proof way of communicating so maybe because it is so fallible it’s less inspiring to me and I tend to slack more in this vein

you could use my veins as a slackline and dance —

“I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.” ― Arthur Rimbaud, Complete Works

“complete works” — lies, popular lies, possibly recyclable belief; temporary confidence becomes a bag to milk, slash, collect the coins; ah, belief is so liquid — the carnival-barkers must know; oh, am I showing you all I know? I could get rich off everybody being sad if I both play and coach and commentate and own the team(s) at once...man, another Man trying to be All, to swim up to the heights, the barren heights of success or cleverness, of dressing well, smirking well, another dumb blonde on his arm, the latest version

“The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

since i’ve been gone i succeeded but i’ll think of you at Christmas / but i know seeing my name is too costly for you, and to your flow cylindrical (see how I’ll imagine you as anything just to keep you in circulation?

My mother once pointed out oleander and said “drought-resistant but incredibly toxic”

“There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.” ― D.H. Lawrence

if there was only one speck of purple left on the plate, would it be enough to live on? it would if we were younger and still stupid—we’d think we could do anything; we were finely matched—our attraction would break through our armored personalities constructed in sad millennial survival games...now we’re too wise, are aware of where and how we’re wanted and why; all love and want now is partial in some way; endless sad judgments always haunt the brain, the looking; pure beauty is rare, crashing my prism and telescope system scanning scenes for predators, calculating vectors, skeptical and zeroed in on others’ strategic hunger and starvation for numbers going up, boxes to check to cure some feral fear ~ I’m too smart to work traditionally; I’m an art monster self-starving down to his last breath, artificial juncture — now it’s just noise, let the grievance-tap drip, let the little chipmunk invent new sounds, improve his fathers’ design, broomstick collage homage to witches

There’s no freedom in the pandemic so I think we’re okay there for once 😷

ah—how beautiful: she thought we were OK; she wanted (oh God, her wanting is so real; to think I was the object once is enough for all skies, for rest for generations after my death...my soul shall fly on these wings

Alis volat propriis is a Latin phrase used as the motto ... "She flies with her own wings"

she never needed a man; only what he represented - a safety net in a world that can’t offer safety; no President, no Father—all titles null and void, so I babysit us in this groundlessness; I am saying poets are the new and only-ever authorities; it is an argument that must leviathan-slither up from groundlings writing like Shakespeare to the Seen scene organized by ticket price and venue, distance and clutch

...in closing, i went looking for a quote about a woman who, when she went to give herself away & make herself accessible, could not locate herself. Was it D.H. Lawrence, H.L. Mencken, Sylvia Plath? All artists of the thing(s) that can’t be located, grasping at relief of feeling too much, trying to convert enthusiasm into a means to have a pretty life: it could never be true, it would always cost everything—Shakespeare had to become the one who could write about those painful things with clarity; that took distance. Every writer a hiker away from the real thing, breaking his back to not lose access.

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One for Estelle ✔ and one for Anelace ✔

A quick and easy plotting guide. send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse! | accepting | @psychcdelica

My muse(s): Edea!

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse [always]

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

it’ll be cool to get these two headbutt first or something maybe solve a problem together then become friends!!!! ????????

i can see edea’s family knows estelle’s family somehow🤔 Braev Lee is the kind of guy who would most likely headbutt with cassius lmao. they are both strong men and surely they get along with. daughters need to get to know each other next. maybe they didnt meet because of where edea lives and such. not sure if she will be bracer but she is definitely a knight like her dad. LISTEN...TWO GALS WHO WANNA BE BETTER THAN THEIR DADS. Y/Y FOR BEST FRIENDSHIP? MHM? gotta think about her trails verse naaaaw

i can see edea seeking estelle out in a thread because she hear A LOT about her and in her mind “she can’t like be THAT strong. Dad said her father was strong and coming from my dad it speaks volume. I GOTTA SEE WHO IS THIS GIRL” something like that. she will find her, challenge her in a duel and dunno maybe they get interrupted lmao maybe it will be a draw 🤔🤔🤔man they are two headstrong and stubborn ladies. i love them.

Anelace!

My muse(s): Leanne!

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse [always]

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Same??? they could meet up first and see how their love for cute things will get them where XD maybe she can be her new rival 👀👀 honestly edea, leanne, estelle and anelace could have girls shopping experience!!!!! god that would be sooooooooooo cute! leanne is the oldest and she will adopt the three girls instantly. they are her little sisters now. (maybe same age in a way to anelace depend on the verse lol)

also leanne will definitely be a bracer! she is a huntress in her main verse so def be bracer.

#OOC.| FATY SPEAKS #psychcdelica #<3 <3 !!!#[ g i r l s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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athyathye · 3 years

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The one push that made them fall for you

♡☆(Chifuyu, Ran and Baji)☆♡

Author's note 📝: I dunno the idea came and I just had to write it JEHDHDH its getting so close to hell week for me

Warnings ⚠️: a twinge of violence, maybe some curses and more~

Chifuyu :

❥ What could have made dear Chifuyu so smiley in the early morning? He was shining so brightly that it made most of them annoyed just by seeing his shiny skin.

❥ The dumb smile on his face couldn’t be wiped even when angry accidentally poured hot coffee on his pants and when baji purposefully tripped him, making him land on the cold hard dirty ground.

❥ This dude was out of it and the others didn’t know what the hell they were supposed to do.

❥ Have you guessed why though? It’s not because of his cat, nor was it the new chapter of the romance manga he’s been reading.

❥ Chifuyu had been crushing on you since the moment he laid eyes on the small cat keychain that looked oddly like his cat.

Walking through the school corridors with a bored look on his face, Chifuyu looked around for something to entertain him or just to find something that could catch his attention so that he wouldn’t actually pull through with skipping school.

But he didn’t have to wait any further, because something that would have his sole attention as well as affection for the next sixty, maybe eighty years or so was coming to give his door a knocking of a lifetime.

*Bang!*

Papers were scattered everywhere like how feathers would come out of a pillow used to hit someone. A yelp invaded his sense of hearing. Yes, I meant “knocking” literally. A soft body landed on him, but nonetheless the cold hard tiles behind him was what he expected, what he braced himself from.

Only for his head to be cushioned by a hand. A scene he was so familiar with because of the romance mangas except it happened to him in real life and reversed.

“I’m so sorry! Oh my, Sorry! Really really sorry! I’m in a rush” Before he could even reach out to you or even say something, you had already picked up the papers and rushed like the speed of light.

Still quite unable to move from the powerful impact he rolled to his side as he clutched his stomach. Though the moment his vision cleared he found a small keychain that absolutely melted his heart.

‘...She’s definitely the owner' Chifuyu thought to himself as he then sat up. He clutched the keychain before going on a journey to find the mystery girl. Not that he wanted too! It was just because he wanted to give you back your keychain like the good person he was! Totally not because he was curious, no sir.

He wasn’t the least bit curious about your shampoo that made your hair feel like the soft silk fabric from Mitsuya’s favorite shop. Nor was he curious about your perfume that made his nose twitch and made him feel like a pervert for breathing the air greedily after you left.

He was not at all-

“Ah.” Who made that noise?

A few corners later Chifuyu was met with a figure near the trash can. He could tell it was you even without the papers you were so preciously cradling earlier. It was because of the inimitateable way you gracefully moved even when walking.

To answer my previous question, it was both of you. He gasped from seeing your figure so easily and you gasped from being startled by a shadow looming over you. Slowly, you turned around. Your hair spinning with you as you turned.

A word that I could describe Chifuyu right now would be...bewitched. ‘F*cking pretty. What the- she’s breathtaking’ He thought as he glanced away with blushing cheeks. Surely anyone would agree with him if he said that, I mean look at you!

Way to go y/n! You made him fall for you at first sight!

Ran :

❥ You were already dating this boy when he fell for you. As much as it pains me, this man is a h*e. He’s a wh*re.

❥ Trust me when I say this dude only dated you for self-gratification. His ego boosted every time he pulled someone from any of the genders. You should have done what his name is the moment he came looking for you as his new prey.

❥ Ran is his name and playing with people was his game, what can I say? His dad’s probably the one to blame.

❥ But you had a perfectly good reason to accept his courtship though. From all the girls he’d dated, you were the only one he poured effort into. Other people, who were familiar with people like them, said the same thing whenever they’d meet you.

❥ Because of that, it actually fooled you into thinking he actually loved you...thankfully you were no pushover.

3 knocks on the door were heard, followed by 3 more stomps. It was Ran’s hidden message of telling you that he was by the door. Whistles began to leave your ears from the intense heat of your head. You had just finished ranting to your friends who told you that Ran truly was cheating.

Enraged by how he thought of you as a plaything. You grabbed a knife from your utensils drawer. Yes, I mean a knife. Ran was outside the door, with a single red rose that he routinely gave you as usual.

He was smiling carefreely, Rindou had just warned him of how ‘crazy’ one of the girls he was dating was. But he didn’t know which nor did he actually believe him. Now you, actually he was quite fond of you.

You could easily make yourself comfortable with him, knew how to play along with his jokes no matter how crazy it was and were also smart enough to know the dangers of being with him unlike his other flings who constantly threw themselves at him.

It took him a while to get you, but he knew for a fact you were worth it. Probably not the one, but still. He closed his eyes once he heard footsteps, a smile was unconsciously forming on his face though he didn’t know. The door opened. “Hey-”

“Are you kidding me!? Do I look easy to you!?”

Oh wow. A knife was pointed at his neck...how *gulp* exciting.

“W-what are you talking about?” He acted like he didn’t know a thing that it almost made you barf. He may have perfected his mannerisms but the eyes could never lie. You wouldn’t admit it, but you spent a good time just staring at his cool violet eyes.

He raised both of his hands up as his facial expression turned alarmed as soon as he saw the genuine rage in your eyes. It was the first time that he actually thought

‘Man...I might really die...I’m scared but why the hell am I kinda turned on-’ You never trembled, not even once as you held your weapon. Move your hand a little more and you would surely create a wound.

He saw the way you looked at him like he was the scummiest scum of the earth, and maybe he was. But dang did you actually make hate look hot. As he was fantasizing in his mind, you managed to cool down your nerves.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Do you feel like a king? Huh? Go die.” Were your last words to him, covered in spite. You slammed the door on his face and he spent a good few seconds just staring at the wooden door.

He stood dazed before it finally hit him. ‘Yup, this is the one. I’d be damned if I let you go now.’ He vowed to get you back even if that was the last thing he’d do. He could tell he was blushing, but gosh, he couldn’t forget the look you gave him as you slammed the door, out of his mind.

Before he could leave he heard a window opening.

“Hey *ssh*le! This is yours right?” You held up a guitar, the guitar that he used to serenade you in the early parts of your relationship. ‘Wait f*ck, no that’s rindou’s-’ “What am i gonna do with this huh!? Are you gonna sing for another tramp!? Yeah!? Then have it!” You threw the guitar out of your room.

As the sound of something breaking just a few steps in front of him. Ran was sure he was crazy, why? Cause he found you hotter and hotter by the second.

Baji :

❥ Oh boy. Managing to leash this one, how did you do it? Nevermind.

❥ You know what they call him now? A dog even worse than Sanzu. Mikey swears, you were all that was in Baji’s mouth. He didn’t know what the capital city of America is but he knew about the exact time and date you were born.

❥ One look from other people and they would all say the same collective response to his gaze on you. A gaze that said he was addicted to drugs.

❥ And that drug was you. From your sweet smiles that pop out whenever he’d crack a joke about how dumb he was or the sound of your laughter that would ring whenever he did something remotely idiotic on purpose though he makes it look natural.

❥ Everything revolved around you and you didn’t know whether you should be flattered or be concerned about his...obsession¿ towards you.

“Nothing is stopping me from beating the hell out of ya’ b*stard. You should have thought twice before leaking our plans.” Baji said with delirium in his dark eyes. A smile was present, the kind that was always present during his most brutal moments.

Mikey and the others looked away from him, surely nothing could stop him if he said so, so why even bother trying in the first place? Plus, the guy did leak their info for some pocket money. It wasn’t really a loss in Mikey’s opinion.

“No! I’m sorry! I promise! I’m loyal to my dying breath just let me defe- eugh!” He was hit with a punch he had no way of dodging.

“Who let you talk?” Baji uttered spitefully, shaking his aching hand. Though it didn’t really affect him, he hated two-faced people who rely on the shadows to hide their grimy hands. He never wanted a person like this on his side anyways, so might as well enjoy giving a warning to others.

“Excuse me? Is Keisuke Baji here?” ‘damn.’ Everybody who had Baji as a friend cursed as soon as they heard you. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t like they hated you. But Baji just has a tendency to…

“Y/n! You’re here? Wanna see me beat up a traitor! I punch real good I promise” The rest of the founding members facepalmed. He waved his hands around like an idiot as if to get your attention. But instead of greeting him with a smile like you usually do, he was met with a frown.

He held the boy by his shirt’s collar, As your smile dropped his dropped too. He glanced at the boy in confusion, the boy looking back at him with a gaze that said he was even more confused. Then as if a light bulb lit up at the top of his head, Baji opened his mouth to speak.

“Ah! No violence! Got it!” He threw the boy away before making his way towards you, almost skipping before he stopped in front of you.

“Did you perhaps forget?” “Forget what?” “ !!! you were the one who invited me to a date...yet you’re the one who forgot” You pouted, the aura around turning dejected as Baji did his best to cheer you up.

“N- not at all! Psh- Who forgot!? Certainly not me” He tried to persuade, glancing at the others with clenched teeth to show that he was blaming them. To which Mikey just stared back, just as unamused and Chifuyu flicked the bird at him.

“Should we go now? I’m sure we can still find something to do, the night’s young!” He grabbed your wrist, urging you to run with him to the place he had in mind.

Seemed like bad luck was on his side today as the rain started to pour. He gave you his jacket to save you, but even that was now soaked. He looked really embarrassed and though you would’ve comforted him, he didn’t realize you were wearing heels. And that he made you run in them.

Taking them off, you faced Baji with a smile. A contrast to his slightly worried gaze. Though it didn’t seem like much he had his hand above you to stop any drop of rain from coming in contact with your eyes.

“I don’t really mind if you fight. You can still do it, I’m not stopping you. Just don’t let anyone hit you or your pretty face” Your hand grazed his cheek before pulling his hand away from your head.

You took it in your hand as Baji looked at you like you were truly an angel he didn’t deserve.

“Marry me.”

“Right now? Um...no.”

“Then in the future!”

“...I’ll think about it…”

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kojinnie · 3 years

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Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that.

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

Update: Thanks thanks thanks for everyone who read this! I received a lot of love and you dunno how much this encourages me to keep going. Anyway, 2 things:

- My Masterlist

- Talk to meeee ♡

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hii! From Prompt List 1 can u do number 3,51 and 243 w javier peña please ✨

Also i love ur writings so much ⭐

3. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

51. "Go on them, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

243. "Oh my God, you're in love with her!"

Enjoy!

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader ; warnings: language

Javier Masterlist

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"Tell me," there was nothing but venom lacing your voice as you stared at Javier. Your face was slick with tears as you tried to keep your lips from trembling. You wanted to break down, gods knew you did, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You would do that as soon as he walked out of your apartment for what would be the last time, "go on then, tell me. Tell me you don't love me."

"Don't do this cariño," the bastard had the audacity to try and call you by your pet name, "you know this is the way. The only way."

"You're such a damn liar," you hissed at him. You should have seen this coming. You should have known.

You shouldn't have fallen in love with Javier Peña.

"We always knew what we were doing was wrong," it was a meek insistence, hollow and empty and neither of you quite believed it, "it was never supposed to go this far."

"This far? This far?" you wanted to scream, to grab his shoulders and shake him, to knock some sort of sense into him, but instead you just stared at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears, "did you think we would fuck and that’s it? I told you it was never going to be just that. And you never seemed to have a problem with that."

"You need to stop," this time it was more firm and his nostrils flared as he tried to control the hit of rage that had seemed into his bones, "we both knew what this was from the start. It was just sex."

"You're here, in my apartment, lying to my face," you sniffled as you dabbed at your eyes and wished you would wake up to find this was a horrible dream. You wished you'd wake up, wrapped in his arms while he slept soundly, like you had so many other times. You wished, you wished, you wished. But that didn't change the reality of the situation, nor the gravitas of it, "if you can look in my eyes and tell me you don't love me - never loved me - do it. If you can do it, I'll let this go."

"You're being ridiculous," he huffed and rolled his eyes ever so slightly as his hands went to his hips.

"I'm being ridiculous?" your voice rose up about two octaves as you realized just how hysterical you did sound. But it didn't matter - once Javier had made up his mind, he was a stubborn piece of work. But you refused to let this go, "I'm not the grown man that won't even admit his own feelings. That runs every time something comes up. That shuts out everyone and everything anytime it gets real."

"Maybe you're just thinking too much into this!" and there it was - the fiery temper that he was famous for. It wasn't shocking because it had suddenly jumped out; it was shocking because he'd never raised his voice at you, "maybe you just want to make something out of nothing! It was never anything - it was just sex. Why can't you just accept that?"

"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" you raised your voice and yelled back with just as much as anger and spite as he spit at you, "you're a liar and a coward. You can't even look at me - if you don't love me fucking tell me!"

"I'm not doing this right now," he huffed as stepped over the threshold, shoulders rising and falling in rapid movements as tired to control his anger, "I'm done - whatever we had, its over now."

"Javier," you tried to reach for his hand, but he was quick to pull out of your grasp, causing you to sigh heavily, "don't walk away - not like this."

"There's nothing left to say," he insisted quietly, staring at the floor, rather than daring to look in your eyes, "I'll see you at work and that's that. Everything else is done. Obviously you cannot handle this."

"You're just going to walk away," you were incredulous as a few tears of grief and anger rolled down your cheeks, "fuck you, Javier. I hate you."

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else. Tears were heavily pouring down your cheeks and spilling onto the cool slide as you sank to the floor. Small ugly little sobs racked your body as you gave up and in to your pathetic inner, upset self. You loved him, you really, really did. You knew that.

You knew he loved you too. You knew he was scared. Damn scared. And it was okay - if he would have opened up to you.

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“You look like shit,” Steve barely looked up from his coffee and morning review of documents as Javier stormed in, practically slamming himself down in his chair. He groaned and flipped Steve the middle finger before reaching for his cigarettes, effortlessly lighting it up and leaning back, “what happened to you?”

Javier closed his eyes but remained silent, a vain attempt at letting his mind wander too far. He hadn’t slept the night before, mind and thoughts racing over and over with snippets of his conversation with you. Your words had stuck in his mind all night: coward, coward, coward. And you had been right.

He was a coward; pathetic and scared all because he didn’t want to risk getting hurt. Or hurting you. And in the end he had managed to do both. It was never supposed to go this far, it was never supposed to be anything more than sex, but the lines had become so blurred and so fast, and before he knew - he was in love.

And that terrified the shit out of him.

So he reacted how he tended to do; to push you away. To isolate himself. It was supposed to be easy, supposed to work. All it had down was leave him with regret eating him up alive. He should have admitted you were right, he should have confessed. If there was anyone worth taking a chance on - it was you. He’d known it was you from the first time you’d had sex it was just...different. Different from every other experience he’d had. And gods, how he’d slowly fallen for all the little things you did, all your little quirks.

Your smile, that laugh, those eyes that seemed to convey a million emotions at once. Your steadfast stubbornness, the fact that you always called him on his bullshit, how you never backed down from confrontation, how you gave so much to others and asked for so little. How you’d chide him for getting even a papercut, and how you’d love him, even when he didn’t ask you to. How you;d take him in your arms, wordlessly, and give him everything he needed and then some, how you’d chase away his fears and pain. How -

Everything.

He was in deep, and when it came down to the wire, he’d run. Like a liar and a coward.

His eyes snapped open and landed on the desk, the spot you normally occupied and found it empty. A scowl tugged on his features as his brows knitted together, “where is she?”

“Hmm?” Steve looked back up and followed Javi’s line of sight before he shrugged lightly, “I talked to her this morning, said she wasn’t feeling good.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed under his breath, just enough for Steve to hear, “did she say when she’s coming back?”

“I dunno, Javi,” Steve sighed heavily, “she’s a grown woman, if she’s not feeling well, she’s not feeling well. She’ll be back when she’s better. Calm down.”

“Steve-”

“Oh god - you’re in love with her. Aren’t you?” the smirk tugging on his features was undeniable as Javier rolled his eyes but refused to look over, “I knew it - everyone knew it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” his mouth went dry as he looked at his partner and felt like slamming his head against the wall. Of course. It’s so obvious.

“I mean...it’s just...everyone’s known, Javi,” Steve couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, “it’s so obvious. You’re different because of her - for her. You might be the last person to know. Shit...you haven’t told her, have you?”

Javier made a small sound in his throat but otherwise remained silent as he stared at your desk. Not feeling well my ass, he thought to himself before running a hand over his tired face.

But you didn’t come back the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or -

Shit. He had really messed up.

You were all he could think about, plaguing his waking and sleeping hours as he tried to figure out what to do. His mind was on you as he sat in the office and smoked cigarette after cigarette and glossed over paperwork. You were in his every thought as he and Steve chased after some of Escobar’s men; so much that he almost slipped up and let them get away.

By Friday afternoon, he couldn’t handle it any longer. This was ridiculous and he was going to put an end to it all, one way or another.

Javier almost jumped out of his seat, grabbing his leather jacket and half empty pack of cigarettes without a word as he stormed out of the office. Steve barely looked up in time to catch him, his question dying on his tongue as he watched his partner storm out. He didn’t have to ask to know exactly what was going on.

Finally, he thought to himself shaking his head, finally.

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"Open the door," Javier's voice was commanding but it still managed to shake as he rapped his knuckles against the peeling paint of your door, "cariño, I know you're in there…"

And you were. You were curled up on the couch in your pajamas, an empty bottle of wine on the table as an old, cheesy romance movie played in the background. The lights were off and you were tired, but you still couldn't manage to find sleep.

You'd avoided going into the office for the last couple of days, feigning illness and earning a scoff from the ambassador, but nothing else was said. In the time you'd been in Colombia, you'd never so much as used a single sick day, so they didn't question you. But of course your partners did. Well, one of them. The other had known exactly what was going and it had been eating him up inside, even if he wasn't ready to admit it.

But his little heart to heart with Steve had inspired him - practically shoved him in the right direction. You'd been on his mind rent free since he'd left. Hell - for much longer than that.

"Go away," you managed to croak out before burrowing further into your pillow, feeling a fresh wave of tears spill down your cheeks at his presence. Knowing you almost had him but didn't was heartbreaking, "you made it clear we have nothing, Javier.”

“Open the damn door,” there was a tone in his voice that you hadn’t heard before - was that...desperation? Javier paused and sighed heavily, “please. I-I...fuck, I fucked up.”

“If you’re going to play some sort of cruel joke, save your breath,” you huffed, “like you said, we are nothing. We’ll be work partners and that’s it.”

There was a beat of silence and a part of you thought he left, you were almost relieved at the thought. But before you knew it, you heard the keys jingling in the lock and the door opened; you cursed yourself for giving him a spare set. Either way, he probably could have figured out how to get in anyways. He just couldn’t let it go.

“Cariño,” he came and swiftly made his way over to you, frowning when he saw you all curled up and the discarded mess around you, "I-"

"Go away, Javi," it was a pathetic plea as you glanced up at him. His heart felt it was going to shatter and break at the sight of your red, glossy eyes as you sniffled at him, "haven't you done enough? Or should I be apologizing for having feelings and being honest about them?"

"I should be begging you for forgiveness," he dropped to his knees beside you, a hand tentatively reaching out to you, as he tried to see if you would pull away. Despite wanting to, instead wishing you could yell and scream, you stay rooted in position as he gently pushed your hair out of your hair. He brushed his thumb gently over your cheek as your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar touch, "I am so sorry."

"Sorry for what?" your brow furrowed at his words, "you made yourself very clear."

"I fucked up - you're right. I am a liar and a coward," he confessed as your eyes snapped back open to meet his. They were gentle, softened in the corners with the crinkles that you adored so much, "I realized I had feelings and I panicked. I shut you out and hurt you."

"My head hurts, Javier," you sighed slightly, "just get to the point."

"I love you," he admitted and suddenly it felt your heart had dropped into your stomach as you stared at him. He was sure you must have heard the wild beating of his heart as he tried to anticipate your reaction, "I-I'm in love with you."

"If this is your idea of a joke," you moved his hand away and sat up, trying to prepare yourself for any possibility, "its even more fucked up than just breaking my heart. I knew what this started this and I should have stopped it when I started to catch feelings but I-"

But Javier didn't let you say anything further. Instead, he cut you off by crashing his lips onto yours and kissing you deeply - slowly and with meaning. It was an easy dance, one you'd done hundreds of times before. But this time just felt...different.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, and yours wound around his neck. Effortless and easy, just like everything with him was. It was anything frenzied or hurried, but slow and gentle as he tried to convey his every thought and feeling through his touch. He thought his heart might burst when he felt your smile whilst his lips, as you carded a hand through his dark locks.

Only when you were both breathless and drunk off of each other did you pull apart. He stared at you, his gaze soft as you grabbed his face and delicately cradled it before pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I hope this means what I think it means or I'm going to have to murder you," you whispered against his lips, as his own tugged into a smile, "because I am in love you and I don't know if I can ever change that."

"It means I'm an idiot," he admitted, "a cowardly fool that ran when things got real - although they were always real. Its obvious, isn't it? I just never realized."

"That's because you gave a thick skull, Peña," you gently tapped a knuckle against the side of his head, "and you need to learn to be more open - with me anyway. You don't have to be afraid, Javi. Not with me; I'm not going anywhere, you know that. I know you - the real you - and nothing about you scares me or whatever you think it is. I love you and that means every little bit of you."

"I…" he paused for a moment, inhaling and exhaling slowly as your words washed over him. His heart had never felt warmer or more light as he realized the immense weight your words held. He closed his eyes and nodded, gently pressing his forehead against yours, "I love you. Fully and completely cariño. Even if I am an idiot."

"My idiot," you promised softly, "just talk to me next time, okay? Don't run and hide - stay with me. It'll be okay, you will always have me."

"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled you into his arms and wrapped you up in the tightest hug possible, "I'm sorry - so sorry. I love you."

"I love you, Javier," you whispered, "stay with me?"

"Always."

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Art of Aardman

I found myself a cheap copy of the Shaun the Sheep movie, so I was rewatching a bunch of Aardman films earlier this month and decided to hunt down some books too. For anyone that doesn’t know, Aardman is a British stop-motion studio that does fantastic work like Wallace and Gromit, Shaun the Sheep, Chicken Run, Early Man… tons of cool stuff. They’re always quirky and funny and warm-hearted. This was just a very nice art book for anyone that’s a fan of Aardman stop motion and wants to see a bit extra; it shows some cool concept art and blows up the neat details in Aardman work, especially in their intricate stuff like The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists!

Asterix and the Picts (Asterix and the Chariot Race, and How Obelix Fell Into The Magic Potion)

I decided to try a couple of the new Asterix comics that were done by the new team, just to see if they stand up to the old ones (that and How Obelix Fell Into The Magic Potion cause I’d never read that one before). They were pretty decent! Asterix and the Picts was my favourite of the two though I wouldn’t say either are going to contest for my favourite Asterix comic... but still! The art looks good and the stories felt like what I would expect, they made for a pleasant couple evenings of reading especially since it’s been so long since I’ve read a new Asterix comic. If you’ve never read Asterix it’s one of the biggest name French comic series in North America, as far as I know and very worth the read. It’s about a single Gaulish village that’s holding out against the invading Romans through sheer force of will, slapstick hijinks, and a magical super-strength potion brewed by their druid. Lots of fantastic visuals and cute wordplay, even in the English translations.

Bear

I found out about this bastion of Canadian literature via tumblr post that was losing its collective mind over the fact that some bizarre bear-based erotica novella somehow won the most prestigious literary prize available in Canada. Since I too found this hilarious and unspeakably bizarre I had to give it a read, obviously. And yes, the flat surface level summary is... a librarian moves out into rural Ontario and falls in love with a literal for-real not-supernatural-not-a-joke bear. And I have to say… it is actually worthy of an award, which I was not expecting given that I was there for a laugh. It has beautiful writing, and the subtextual story is pretty interesting… it kind of makes me think of The Haunting of Hill House actually in terms of themes. (Womanhood, personhood, independence, autonomy partially achieved through escaping the male gaze by claiming non-human lovers... listen if I were still in university I would right a paper comparing the two novels).

I dunno man, it’s fucking weird. Actually a well-written book, but sure is about a woman falling in love with a literal bear. Give it a read if you want something bonkers but like… high-brow bonkers.

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites

Best book I have read in like… a while. A long while. I am not a fast reader, and I consumed 90% of this book over a weekend. It’s not at all like Terry Pratchett, but at the same time it scratched an itch for me that I haven’t had satisfied since Pratchett’s death. A very clever, hilariously funny poly romance between a disabled werewolf, an anxious vampire lord, and an incredibly powerful woman, with heaps of social satire, political commentary, and sinister undertones. The whole thing reads a bit like fanfiction and I say that in the most flattering way possible -- it is so easy to jump right in and be immediately taken over by the characters and the world and the plot, you never feel like you’re fighting to engage even though the world-building is fascinating and expansive. It welcomes you in right away, it was the book equivalent of a quilt and a hug which is something I sorely needed with all this pandemic bullshit. If you read any of the books on this list, go read that one while I sit here in pain waiting for the sequel.

Kid Paddle

I watched the cartoon of Kid Paddle as a kid and was thinking about it recently, so I decided to hunt down some of the original comics online. They’re fun and weird, with a cute art style and fantastic monsters designs. (My favourites are always about Kid either daydreaming or playing games that involve Midam’s weird warty troll creatures. It’s like a cross between Calvin and Hobbes and Foxtrot with the fun sort of quirks that I love in Belgian comics. Unfortunately, unlike Asterix, I’ve only come across these ones in French, but if you can read French it’s totally worth popping over to The Internet Archive and reading the ones they have available.

The Last Firehawk: The Golden Temple

The lastest Firehawk book. Despite being written for quite young readers, I did enjoy the early books in this series quite a bit. They’re about a young owl and squirrel who found an egg for a magical species that was believed to be extinct. With the newly hatched firehawk, the three of them head off on a mission to find an ancient firehawk magic that could save the entire forest. Very basic adventure story but a good intro to the tropes for children. Unfortunately the quality really feels like it drops with each subsequent book; this will probably be the last one I bother reading.

Lumberjanes: The Moon Is Up

I honestly think I enjoy these Lumberjanes novels even more than the comics just because it really gives time to delve into each story and examine how the camper are really thinking and feeling about everything. (Also I’m always weak for novelizations of anything.) The Moon Is Up is a book that focuses more on Jo, and takes place during the camp’s much anticipated Galaxy Wars, a competition between cabins that goes over several days. While the campers prepare for these challenges though, they also run into a strange little creature with a penchant for cheese and theft. Roanoke cabin needs to keep ahead in Galaxy Wars and somehow deal with the fearsome Moon Pirates that a closing in...

Lumberjanes v4 (Out Of Time)

One of the Lumberjanes comics, a cool, girl-focused, queer comic series. Honestly, this is just a fun series that I never got as into as I should have. My advice is honestly to skip book one because it gets better as it continues, and I’ve really been enjoying the later books now that I’ve given it another go. It follows five campers at Miss Qiunzella Thiskwin Penniquiqul Thistle Crumpet’s Camp for Hardcore Lady Types (Jo, April, Molly, Mal, and Ripley) as they handle all sorts of challenges, from friendship to crushes, camp activities to supernatural horrors, getting badges to not being brutally killed. Great if you liked the vibe of Gravity Falls but want it to be queer-er.

Mooncakes

Another queer graphic novel, but unfortunately not a very good one. It really looked appealing and I had high hopes, but the book itself really didn’t hold up… I actually couldn’t even finish it, the plot was just too… non-existent. The art is fairly mediocre once you actually look at it, especially backgrounds, and it feels very… placid. Not much conflict or excitement or even a very compelling reason to keep reading. If you just want a soft queer supernatural you may get more mileage out of it than me, but it didn’t really do it for me. There’s better queer graphic novels out there.

New Boy In Town

One of the worst books I have ever read. My girlfriend had ordered a very different book online but through a frankly stupendous error was sent this 1980s pulp romance instead. Absolutely nauseating on levels I couldn’t even begin to enumerate here. Naturally we read the whole thing out loud. Probably took us 10 times longer to finish than it warranted because I had to stop every two sentences to lose my mind. If you like bad decisions, baffling hetero courting rituals, built-in cultural Christianity without actually calling it that, and gold panning then boy howdy is this the book for you.

(seriously, you better have patience for gold-panning if you attempt this one, because I sure learn that I don’t)

Piggies

This was a picture book I enjoyed as a kid and had a reason to reread recently. Honestly it’s just very cute and simple, and the art is completely mesmerizing. Wonderful if you know a young child that would enjoy a simple goofy boardbook.

Shaun the Sheep: Tales From Mossy Bottom

Related to my Aardman fascination earlier this month. I tried reading a varieties of Shaun the Sheep books — most of which are mediocre at best — but the Tales From Mossy Bottom Farm series is genuinely good. Just chapter books, of course, but the illustrations match the series’ concept art and each story feels like it could have jumped directly out of an episode. They’re just cute and feel-good! Kinda like Footrot Flats but more for kids, and from the sheep’s perspective moreso than the dog’s.

#aardman animation #shaun the sheep #lumberjanes #kid paddle #asterix #the last firehawk #hunger pangs: true love bites #marian engel #bear #canadian literature #canlit #queer lit #book review #book reviews #chatter

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"Skeppy will probably cry" "Bad will probably cry". Bish, screw, that I am crying!!!

This whole thing was bloody gorgeous and I wasn't expecting that ending. I had no clue what ending to expect but that was definitely better than any I could have hoped for. Forest spirit to soulmate your honour!

I was terrified that you were gonna leave it at the point where he loses the spirit and becomes mortal again. If you had I would be actively sobbing!!!! And oh my god, the art!!! I still can't get over how wonderful your style is.

Imma ask fun things because if I don't I'll sit in a puddle of emotion all night:

What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it? Poor Skeppy trying to answer 101 questions about something he doesn't really use XD.

Is no one concerned that the odd couple from a town they never name has a pet wolf??

Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while. Find hidden creeks and befriend bears?

Does Bad still have a connection to nature and animals, like are creatures naturally more trusting of him?

Do they ever visit the og town again?

Does Skeppy still cause absolute chaos in other towns or has he learnt his lesson and only causes minor trouble now?

Does Bad ever try and study again? If he did what would he study and would Skeppy try to study as well?

Does Skeppy steal? I dunno, he just give off the vibe of a naughty lil trickster who'll pocket something if the owner refuses to sell it him.

Immediately after leaving the forest what the first 'argument' they have (not including the car one)?

Would they ever ride horse? If yes, how terrified would Skeppy be?

Skeppy falls outta tree. I don't know why but my mind keeps telling me that this man has great balance until he climbs trees. They are his mortal enemy and Bad finds this both hilarious and terrifying because he is going to hurt himself.

I had waaaaay more questions than I intended to have. My bad '^_^ but this story was way too much fun to read and you are entirely to blame for making it so engaging!

Make sure to take care of yourself and do stretches after and during drawing. You don't wanna hurt yourself <3

AaaaI’m so glad you liked it! :D And, dang, man, I cried while writing that part too :D

And I promised a nice ending for the main story, I did, and this one also makes the most sense narratively! For the story I wanted to tell, at least. Bad can’t really become human again, he’s changed to much. He can only move on, and do something with what he is, and has. And he did! :D That’s really nice and inspiring, this story will always have a place in my heart, heheh <3

Being a guardian spirit connected to a person and all, Bad may be not as strong as before, but he can’t die unless Skeppy dies first. And Skeppy can do that, but he’s pretty sturdy, and his lifespan operates on a whole other scale than human ones. And Bad knowing Skeppy’s real name balances it all out, makes them equal in the power and influence they have over each other.

So hellyeah, soulmates for the win :DDD

I’ll answer all questions under the cut, and this close up from one of the pages!

1) What's the first tech thing Bad will buy and how annoying will he be about it?

Probably a pager! Because it’s a more feasible thing to get than a wholeass computer Bad actually wanted :D An it means Skeppy will have to get one too, and that Bad will be having the time of his life texting him and everyone he can get a number from, even if they’re still in the room with him.

Poor Skeppy indeed, he can learn to appreciate the pagers, and later phones, too, and computers, but he really has 0 idea on how it all works and why Bad is so fascinated by it all.

2) Rat and regular people

Oh, she can shapeshift, just like Bad! If they’re out with people around, she takes form of a puppy, and Bad can pass her off as a weird mix breed rescue doggo.

3) Do they immediately go over to a different town or do they wander for a while?

Oh, since they have no end destination in mind, they can ride around for a bit, go visit some cool places and roadside attractions. Sadly, Skeppy is probably not spiritually or morally ready to full on befriend wild bears yet, and they do need money for gas and snacks. So, at some point they will have to stop somewhere and find work – at least for a bit, to save up. Life’s gonna be a bit complicated with all that, until Skeppy figures out his treasure-finding abilities :DD

4) Bad and nature and animals

He is definitely still in tune with all wildlife! Even more – Bad could become a proper guardian spirit for Skeppy in part because, in a way, Skeppy himself is part of the nature.

So yeah, Bad can understand animals (and plants) and communicate with them; they’re just more free to not take his shit, and Bad’s emotions do not “possess” them unless he makes an effort to do so.

He doesn’t like doing it, tho.

5) Do they ever visit the og town again?

Hm, I think they will completely forget about it for a while, until, like, 30+ years later they will be going somewhere, and find themselves around those parts. And they try to not appear too often in the areas they’ve spent a lot of time in already (they can be pretty recognizable, and also barely show signs of aging). But it’s been a long time, and the town’s really different now… So they make a stop, and spend a day there. They walk the unfamiliar streets between the new buildings, check out the popular hiking trail, the advertisements for hot springs and winter activities. The old cinema is still there, and is hosting an all-night marathon of classic horror movies of the last century.

Bad and Skeppy leave the town after sunset – the day was nice, but they have nothing more to do there. They ride through the forest on a well paved road, with radio playing something barely above the whisper. And in the dark of hot summer night, Bad can see the white stag running between the trees alongside their car. Shadows dance over the shimmering light of it’s fur.

Somewhere after the towns border, the stag disappears back in the forest. But the air in the car stays light and fresh, saving the smell of old pines and dry leaves all though the night.

6) Skeppy and chaos

Well, after the whole mess in the main story, Skeppy definitely learned some lessons, especially about not being a dick :D

But the thing is – he can’t really help the fact that things tend to stir up around him a lot. He naturally brings in chaos into everything, because he is, in part, a personification, or an outlet for it in the world. And so, to feel, well and good, and himself Skeppy gotta do stuff that disrupts balance, and creates some mayhem. And in gave him a lot of trouble in early life, but in the course of the main story he learned that he can chose were he lets that chaos to take hold, learned what can come of that chaos, apart from utter misery.

Like, where it can help dismantle something destructive, and where – bring in the more positive change, that was already brewing, possible, but is stagnant for some reason.

Soooo, I can’t say Skeppy causes only minor chaos in his life, but he sure learns even more about not being a dick :DDDD

7) The studying

I think Bad will want to get a higher education at some point, because he wanted to, and because it’s already new millennia and all that. Bet he’ll go for something very technical and/or literature. Maybe he’ll start by piking up some classes in small time colleges, when they stop in one place for a while, and later get into an online program, because why not.

Skeppy is not a college guy at all. He’ll listen to Bad talk about it, read textbooks if he wants to, can research stuff, buuut going to classes and doing homework is definitely not his thing.

8) Stealing

Well, you’re right, Skeppy can and will steal stuff out of spite! And will be scolded by Bad for it, and will not feel (that) sorry about it. But real stealer between them will be Bad himself :D

It’s just… he has the corvid tendencies, and a hoard (a box) of sentimental mementos from different people and events, and the thrill of stealing something small and harmless is very exciting. Bad is very proud of his little collection. Skeppy finds it very adorable, a bit hypocritical, and kinda creepy. Like, that pretty box he gifted Bad at some point is now full of stuff like:

- pressed flower from the clearing they had a picnic at on their anniversary

- the button the waitress lost that one day the storm caused a black out in the whole town

- some small animal bones

- couple pretty rocks Bad stole from Skeppy’s pockets

- penny that was once glued to the ground

- a handful of teeth people (and not people) lost in fights with Bad

- pen from some fancy hotel

- rainbow dash keychain that belonged to a child

- the list goes on

9) Argument

Oh, that same day they’ll fight over whether they should stay at the really crappy and suspicious looking motel, or go sleep in a perfectly fine forest near the road. Ironically, Bad wanted to try out the motel (because, yay, first time spending the night back in civilization), and Skeppy was the one insisting on sleeping in nature (because the motel looks like it could give you 10 diseases if you even stand near it, and sleeping in the forest is kind of nice, and means they can cuddle).

10) Horses

The guys will probably ride them at some point. Well, Bad will ride, and Skeppy will sit on his horse and hope it knows what to do and where to go, because trying to make this giant thing do something seems dangerous. If they’ll have to actually go somewhere fast, Skeppy will not survive that day, his butt (and legs) will be dead for days to come.

And riding with Bad on one horse may sound romantic and nice, but all romance dies when the gallop starts.

11) Skeppy and climbing

Skeppy is more down to earth kind of guy, more of a “rocks and caves” kind of creature, real-life lizard person or something. Up on the trees and in the air – not really his element, yeah. But it doesn’t mean that Skeppy will accept this fact easy. The embarrassment of never managing to safely make it down a tree is too strong, he just has to do it all over again, and again. And again. Because, clearly, he was distracted this time. And the time before that Bad was teasing him, and it “disrupted his flow”. And, really, maybe these trees here just do not like Skeppy much, and make him slip a lot. Yeah.

So, more often than not, if Skeppy climbs a tree, he will not stop climbing it until he falls, or the tree ends. Bad had to take him off high branches couple times, forcefully, because, of course, Skeppy was sitting there for 2 hours just to properly enjoy the sunset. He can climb down at any point, he just Choses not to. The view is amazing. The bark is literally part of his skin now, not because he holds on tight, no, he’s just Than Much one with the nature )<

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Don’t apologize for the questions! It’s always so fun to answer them, and it makes me think more about stuff I may have skipped, or didn’t think about before. It’s really nice :3c

Again, thank you for the ask, and for being here for this story! <3

(And I’ll try setting timers for rest breaks while I draw, mb that will help)

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In The Dark - masterpost

#mcyt #mcyt fanart #badboyhalo #skeppy #skephalo #In The Dark #it's so hot here #my laptop's keyboard is like a stove #=c=#shtern talks

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