#i just thought this was a really funny concept . why are his hands SO large

[dblsoul]

arcane rituals

#mm characters having huge hands throws me off EVERY time.. i am so used to drawing human size hands on instinct with minimal reference.. sos #megaman x #zerox #zeroiris #mmx zero #mmx iris #do NOT @ me if this is out of character i have seen 20 minutes of x8 and the legendary what am i fighting foooooor and that is IT #i just thought this was a really funny concept . why are his hands SO large #zero: hot + bisexual + clueless. bless his heart #my art #i coloured this in a really random way bc my pen pressure has been taken away for some reason and i am Improvising

[setsugekka]

❥8 degrees (m)

↳ hyunjin loves so many things about you, and your willingness to placate his adventurous streak is certainly one of them.

hwang hyunjin x fem!reader — established relationship, explicit sexual content [2,3k wc] cws: penetrative sex (unprotected), hyunjin has a big dick, exhibitionism, dirty talk/praise, soft & they are in love.

Hyunjin liked having you in places he had no business taking you.

You always knew it was kind of his thing. It started as a quickie at home knowing the guys were coming home within the hour, and as time went on, Hyunjin kept cutting it closer and closer to their projected arrival time until eventually they did come home during a romp in the sheets together. The two of you weren't walked in on and no one was none the wiser - but you suspect that scenario changed Hyunjin in some way. Sometimes kinks have a funny way of unmasking themselves, even if by accident.

Then it was the dance studio one late Thursday night that he was practicing by himself. You brought take out and some small iced coffees knowing he was intending on making it a long night but you apparently didn't have any concept of exactly how long. The thought comes and goes quickly while he has the front of you pressed against the cabinet; clammy, sweaty fingers digging into the skin of your hips.

And there was also the time in the van - the van you have no business ever being in for any reason at all but a text from Hyunjin asking you to come help him bring some things in turns into legs dangling off of his marginally toned arms, teeth grinning into the skin on your neck.

So now, when you're asked to accompany Hyunjin anywhere, in the back of your mind you know what to expect.

"Oh good, you're right on time," Hyunjin says, darting up from his chair and getting the door from behind you as you carefully set all of the numerous items in your arms onto any available table space. "You should have called me to come down" he adds, watching you struggle with your hands full.

"Nah it's fine, I had it," you answer, shaking blood flow back into your appendages and looking up at him, "so how's it going?"

"Good, fine...I mean, it's going."

"So not particularly good or fine then."

"Yeah, not really."

He'd been working on something of his own for a few months now, and spent many a late night in the studio alone on top of all of the other responsibilities he had. In the beginning, he allowed you to accompany him, but as time went on and his inability to finish his project became stifling, the excuses for why you shouldn't come became more and more common, and less and less truthful. It was shame, and you knew that - you just didn't know how to fix it.

You leapt at the chance, when he finally invited you back.

Hyunjin sits back down in the chair, surprisingly large and spacious for just being a rolling desk chair - but suppose that is the luxury life of a successful entertainment company. You watch the way he stares daggers into the screen in front of him, a display of colorful lines and numbers and gadgets everywhere that you were sure you were never going to understand the intricacies of. Watch the way his eyes dart around as if trying to read actual words on a page but in an entirely differently language he was unfamiliar with. His arms cross. He looks sexy, and you feel a little bad for thinking that because you know he's struggling in the present moment but you can't help it.

"You should eat, babe."

As if your words break him from a trance, he seemingly snaps back to present day - raising an eyebrow toward you and rolling himself over to where you sit on the couch off to the side of him.

"I'm not too hungry, I’ll eat later."

"Hyunjin…" It's more of a disappointed, sort of accusatory tone than you meant, because you know he doesn't need the guilt of upsetting you on top of everything else. "Please, make sure you take time to eat tonight."

"I will, I promise," he responds, slightly pouting towards you and setting his chin down into his palm. "Come here, I missed you."

You set your styrofoam take out box to the side, carefully wiping your mouth with a napkin before making your way over to him. Hyunjin pulls you into his lap - legs to the side and wraps both arms around you and yours, squeezing you tightly before dipping one of his hands down to the hem of your dress. "It's 8 degrees outside tonight," he says questioningly, with lips pressed into your shoulder, and fingers slipping under the aforementioned hem to toy with the smooth skin there under.

You kind of knew that the recording studio was on the proverbial list. You came prepared after too many evenings of fumbling with tight skinny jeans under time constraints. 

"Turn around." 

Hyunjin's voice has already dropped when he whispers the words into you, huskier and more serious than he had been the moments before when he was teasing you about the temperature outside - allowing you to stand for just a moment before seating yourself back onto his lap with a leg dangling on either side of his now and arms circled around his shoulders. He doesn't waste time pulling you into him, pressing plush, pink lips into yours a bit harder than you expected for how early into the evenings activities you thought you were - but it appears that Hyunjin had every intention of hurrying things along - carefully gnawing at your bottom lip as his hands make their way to your behind, pulling the fabric of your dress up and away only to make another discovery that actually takes him so far back he physically pulls himself from you to look at you.

"No panties?"

It's almost a gasp, you like that look on him. You'll have to elicit that again somehow.

But you simply smile and pull him into you again, to which he happily - and much more hungrily this time - obliges. Hyunjin firmly plants his palms onto your ass again, this time digging blunt fingernails in to pull you closer against him and you can feel that his erection is already pressing into the confines of his sweat pants - and now your exposed core. Your lips part from his and exhale a breathy moan into his and he takes a moment to simply watch the way you fall for him all over again - his eyes darting all across your face just as they had been on the screen only minutes prior but this time he's taking you in - all of your best attributes and expressions and sounds.

You know this is his element, and you know he can't hold out too long.

"Stand up," he whispers, lightly nudging you to stand up off his lap but only long enough and with enough space for him to slide his pants down to his thighs and expose himself - pulling you back down quickly by the waist. He watches as you hover over him, the fabric of your dress bunched up in your fists to each side of your hips as if doing the lewdest curtsey before descending down onto his length.

Hyunjin doesn't pull you down into a seated position - he knows better. He's very aware of how big his cock is - length in particular - being an issue on occasion, and the lack of foreplay this evening not helping matters. He simply holds you by the waist, in place, until you take it upon yourself to move. 

Feeling full was an understatement. You enjoyed watching his face as you excruciatingly slowly made your way down his shaft, centimeter by centimeter sinking onto him knowing he desperately wants you to take every inch right then and there but also reveling in knowing that you can't - that most people can't. It turned both of you on knowing how big he was.

"Please move." Is the first thing out of his mouth, and you're not fully in a seated position yet for all of the previously mentioned reasons, but you pull off of him slightly so that you can press back down him - despite the fact that the weight and motion on your thighs burns only a few movements in - it's worth it to watch the way Hyunjin comes undone beneath you, fingers digging into your skin again and now actually trying to pull you further down onto his cock - because he feels like he's going crazy. Because he feels an inhuman desire to be bottomed out in you in that moment. "Can you take it?" he whispers into your mouth, wrapping lithe arms around your body to slowly pull you the rest of the way onto his length, and you brace yourself for what might be evening-ending pain if you're not ready for it yet. He watches every movement your face makes as he does so - carefully holding you in place and taking you in as he seats you flush onto his lap - finally able to bottom out inside of you - and it's a sigh of relief for both of you instead of a disastrous yelp and end to the fun of the night (which isn't foreign to either of you, either.)

"See baby? You can take me," Hyunjin groans into your collarbone, ever so slightly angling his hips up and pressing even further into you than what flush on his lap grants. It hurts - slightly. It hurts in the same way that feels intriguingly good - teetering on the edge of excruciating. He pulls out only a few centimeters before pushing back up and into you - a slow and hard grind again - using the strength and leverage he has on your body to pull you onto him as much as he can. He whispers into your skin again, "you take me so well, you're taking it all," and it's the way that his voice sounds when he's so desperate for your body and the release you'll grant him that causes your walls to clench around him. And he notices. Taking the opportunity to pull you down with more of his strength again.

At no point is he necessarily fucking you - at least, not in the typical sense that someone would expect when hearing the phrase. Hyunjin is testing you. Hyunjin is seeing how much of him you can take and how far he can go before you have to tap out. It's definitely a power move - an ego thing, but you're happy to oblige because having him inside of you like this is absolutely heavenly. 

It's almost involuntary, the way your hands press down and against his thighs in an attempt to create distance between the head of his cock and your cervix, but the pressure he applies to your insides makes you relentlessly milk his length even with little movement, and he feels every throb of your needy cunt - kissing and smiling into your neck and chest as he continues to ever so carefully pull your tiny body onto all of the inches that under normal circumstances you may never expect to be able to take into your body - but the way your pussy aches for him to move, sopping wet around him despite barely any actual stimulation to you tells the both of you that Hyunjin must be a perfect fit after all.

"Hy-Hyun-" you finally manage to whimper out, trying to get leverage to grind into his lap or against something that will give you actual friction despite the fact that he has you firmly wrapped into his arms, and he realizes immediately. 

"I know baby," he answers, dropping his arms from you and allowing his hands to rest gently onto your hips in the event that he'll need to help. You quickly begin moving - and it's a slow pace at first but not for long at all - the previous stimulation surprisingly doing a number on your desperate need to cum. You grind into his lap hard, quick, pretty fingernails clawing into his shoulders in an attempt to receive the leverage you need to get yourself there and Hyunjin simply watches in awe - bottom lip pulled between his teeth and the occasional moan escaping from him. You moan his name again - sort of - as much of it as you can get out and he snaps to attention, pulling himself forward with chest against your own, hands now pulling your hips harder into his lap than before in an attempt to help get you there.

"H-hand, fuck," is all you can get out before you drop your head back but it's all the direction he needs, bringing his dominant hand around to the front of you and pressing sloppy, aggressive circles into your clit - desperate to watch you cum and much to both of your surprise it doesn't take long - much less time than usual - before he hisses a cuss as he feels your cunt vice grip his cock as you cum into his lap, desperately trying not to cry out but failing in somewhat spectacular fashion. You'd have thought that you would be better at fucking in public spaces by now but turns out you might only be getting worse at it. Hyunjin snaps you back from the noise concern, taking your hips into his hands with a rigid grip of his own and fucking you hard through your orgasm while also chasing his own and it doesn't take him much either - "fuck, fuck, I'm-" but the words are choked back from ever leaving his lips, one of his arms coming up your back and gripping onto your shoulder from behind to give him the leverage he really wants to fuck his cum into you the way he desires to, and you feel every stroke and throb as he releases deep - once again pulling you down to take absolutely every bit of him that you can into yourself. 

It's a few moments of heaving chests and heavy breaths before Hyunjin finally lets go of you and allows you to create any sort of space between the two bodies, half-lidded, completely fucked out eyes eventually finding your own, and he only smiles before leaning forward and resting his head lazily on your chest.

"I'll eat now."

♡ send me your thoughts and feelings in my ask  (⌒‿⌒)  —this is a oneshot, there will be no part 2.   i think this is one of the first things i ever wrote nearly three years ago lol

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[pinkanonwrites]

I just read your new Snake!Viper and Octopus!Azul and I love them both soooo much!! I hope you dont mind but can you also make one for Hyena!Ruggie? • x • ;; Even more funny if the reader has never seen an actual Hyena and just thought they were a poor stray dog oof-

Yesssssss, this is such a cute concept! I've really enjoyed all these "Twist boy gets turned into representative animal" fics so far. I've got another coming down the pipeline soon too for all those Heartslabyul fans out there!

Fluff, GN! Reader, Hyena! Ruggie

"Give that back, you big, stupid dog!"

On one hand, you were a little bit proud. Ace had managed to go the whole morning without Grim swiping any of his snacks. He'd even made it to lunch time without issue, able to grab his sandwich of choice without so much as an irritated grumble from the demonic cat.

On the other hand, there had to be some special sort of misfortune working its magic against Ace for him to settle down beneath a tree in the courtyard, unwrap the plastic from his sandwich, and almost instantly have it snatched from his grasp by, of all things, a stray dog.

"Get back here, you mutt! I paid for that!"

The dog in question was leading Ace in circles around the well, making delighted chuffing noises through the half a sandwich still hanging from his drooling maw. It wasn't like any stray dog you'd ever seen before, here or back home. It was tall, hunched, with large, rounded ears and a strange, spiked mohawk running down its back.

And it was adorable.

"You're not even going to eat that if you do get it back." You called to Ace, who had slumped into the grass next to the well and begun gasping for air, clearly winded. The dog sat a few paces from him, relaxed as he tossed his head back and swallowed the rest of the sandwich whole. "It's all slobbery now anyway. Just let him eat it."

"Oh, you're taking his side?! That was my lunch money! Down the hatch of some big, stinky mutt!"

"Don't be mean, Ace! He's probably hungry. Why else would he be stealing food?" You picked over your own lunch, tearing your own sandwich in half and picking a few strawberries from your fruit cup. You whistled for the dog, waggling the sandwich in a manner you hoped would make it appear more tempting. "Come here, buddy! Who's a good boy? Want something nummy?"

It barely took a moment before the dog was bounding up to you, tail wagging in a blur as it snarfed the sandwich from your grip, big tongue lapping all over your fingers as it chomped down the handful of cut strawberries as well. You couldn't help but let out a delighted laugh at his antics, burying your hands in the thick, wiry fur around his neck and shoulders.

"Aww, that's a hungry boy! I bet you didn't get to have lunch today, did you puppy?" You cooed, babbling high-pitched nothings to the dog soaking up your attention as you ruffled his fur up and down, scratching under the chin and behind the ears, smushing his face between your hands.

"I can't believe you're actually choosing a dog over me right now. That's harsh, Prefect."

"But look how sweet he is, though! Baby boy!~" The dog was melting into your affections, eyes blissfully shut as his tail thumped upon the soft grass.

And really, for a stray dog he was being incredibly sweet. Had he possibly been abandoned? That would explain why he was so good about being pet. It wouldn't explain how he got into a school campus, though.

You pat the grass next to you. "Wanna lay next to me, buddy? Come here! That's a good boy." The dog cozied up next to you, resting his chin and one paw up on your leg with a contended huff. You wasted no time in burying your fingers in the thick fur on his mohawk, which made the pup begin whining in delight. "Oh, you love getting scritchies, don't you? Yes you do! Yes you do!"

So smitten were you with this adorable, seemingly stray dog, that you failed to notice another one of your school friends jogging up to join the two of you. Jack slowed to a stop a good few paces away, offering a hand to haul his fellow first-year to his feet.

"I didn't realize you'd found Senpai. I've been looking all over campus for him." He gave Ace a hearty slap on the back, which only served to send Ace into a second fit of wheezing coughs. "We managed to figure out who tried to cast a spell on Leona, but we haven't figured out how to break it yet."

"Wha... What are you talking about? Cast on... On who? What?" Through his wheezing Ace was barely able to gasp out his confusion. Somehow, you and your new canine friend had remained oblivio0us to the conversation happening nearby as you begin nuzzling your face into the top of his head.

Jack huffed, crossing his arms. "A Savanaclaw second-year attempted to curse the Housewarden with a magical bracelet that would transform him into a beast. Unfortunately, Leona didn't want it, so he handed it off to Ruggie-senpai. So now..." He gestured to the massive dog draped across your lap. "We don't know how to get him back to normal."

"Wait, hold on. So that's... That's Ruggie? The dog?"

"Hyena. But yes."

".....snrk."

"This isn't funny, Ace."

"P-PWAHAHAHAHA! ARE YOU KIDDING? THE PREFECT'S BEEN ALL OVER HIM! THIS IS HILARIOUS!"

As Ace hit the ground again, this time in a flurry of laughter, you finally glanced up and noticed Jack standing there. As you made a move to stand up, however, the dog whined, draping his paw further across your lap.

"Don't worry, buddy! I'm just gonna go talk to my friend, okay?" When the dog only whimpered again, you smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss in between his fuzzy ears. "It'll just be a m-"

POOF!

A cloud of smoke quickly engulfed you and the dog, thick and sandy-yellow and smelling of grasses and fresh laundry. You coughed a bit, waving your arm around to force it to dissipate more quickly, and as it did you saw the friendly pup you'd been cuddling with had been replaced by Ruggie, head laying across your lap and blinking up at you with an owlish expression. You stared down at him, and he stared up at you.

"Uhh... Woof?"

You yelped, jumping to your feet and forcing the second-year to tumble from your lap and into the grass. You covered your face with both hands and could feel it burning beneath your palms. Of all the people to secretly be a big, adorable dog, did it have to be the one you were crushing on? Oh, you wanted to crawl into a hole and just die.

Ace's raucous laughter in the near distance was doing you no favors, you could see him kicking his feet in the air through the gaps in your fingers. Jack, at least, has the decency to look a bit embarrassed in your stead. He moved towards his upperclassman and towed the shorter boy to his feet.

"I hope he didn't give you any trouble, Prefect." Jack bowed to you, Ruggie standing a bit behind him with the faintest hint of color to his cheeks.

"It's fine." You barked out, though it was mostly muffled by your palms. "You should go see the Professor or something. Anything."

"Right. Of course. Senpai?" Jack turned to Ruggie, but Ruggie just motioned for Jack to move past him as he stepped towards you.

"Gimme a sec, alright? I'll catch right up. Scout's honor."

"Please don't disappear again, senpai."

Jack stepped away to give you two a bit of privacy, no matter how desperately you hoped he'd stay and save you from this awkwardness. Ruggie stood there a moment before clearing his throat, scuffing his shoe against the dirt.

"I was just gonna take yer sandwiches. I wasn't expectin' you to get all sweet on me or anythin'. So don't think I was like, tryin' to trick you."

"Mhm." You responded. Still muffled, still hidden.

"And it's not like I didn't like it or anythin', either. So if either of us should be embarrassed it's probably me!"

You peeked through your fingers again, slowly beginning to bring your hands down. Ruggie's cheeks were getting redder by the minute, and he seemed to be making every effort not to look at your face as he continued to ramble.

"So if you wanna like, like uh, pet me, or scratch my ears, or... or k-kiss my head or anythin', that's-that's fine. I won't even make you get me a sandwich for it. I don't mind." He tucked his chin, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he stared into the ground. "...I kinda like it, anyway. If it's you."

Your heart did an eager stutter jump in your chest, but before you could respond Ruggie had already pivoted on his heel and begun jogging down the hill towards Jack.

"See ya around, Prefect!" He barked out. "Thanks for the grub!"

You couldn't see Ruggie's expression as he and Jack walked away. But with his ears flattened, shoulders hunched, and hands pulled up to his cheeks as Jack looked him over in visible confusion, you couldn't imagine it could be that much different from your own.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst imagines #disney twst #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ruggie fluff #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie imagines #my writing #fics #anon

[elizakai]

Greetings!

Was wondering if you would consent/allow me to use your Out of Pocket Dust entity design for a story? (Dustverse)

And if yes, may I know more about him (if he has an AU) or be allowed to expand on the concept?

Absolutely feel free to say no or ignore this ask

Have a wonderful week!

ABSOLUTELY YOU CAN!!!! I love that we spawned the dustverse LMAO

also ok i’ll be so fr, he spawned into the world as i was drawing, and thus has no au

however, allow me to quickly Bs the concept, and if anyone’s interested i can actually polish it later hee hoo (also feel free to use whatever concepts you like, it doesn’t have to be related to this if you’d prefer i don’t mind ehehe)

DETRITUS/ COSMIC DUST GUY INFO BELOW ⬇️

Detritus Is a Low-Level deity, at least in the hierarchy of other deities he is involved with.

He is an anomaly by their standards, the death of a star gave birth to this child of decay, he is reluctantly taken in by the others

He is younger, around 8000 years old id say😔

Detritus doesn’t know much about lower level beings, as the knowledge he has access to is rather restricted, furthermore, he doesn’t quite know his place, as he is not often given tasks.

he also doesn’t know much about just. normal life. he’s been shown things on. a very large scale but never when you zoom in and see the small things

Other deities claim grand titles and roles, but he is but decay, leaving him with no actions to take and no purpose to fulfill. they perpetuate this inaction with excuses

he befriends a star. this star is considered a lower being. this star makes him question the validity of the hierarchy of beings he’s been taught.

he begins to question why they are considered “gods”. who put them in that place? are they not just self assigning these titles and using it to justify causing strife? who are they to dictate lives. however he isn’t really sure on any of this

at some point due to these thoughts (and or an action) his friend the star is disposed of, and he is cast out. he is told he will live amongst mortal beings, to witness for himself their vileness and wicked souls.

He is but dust cast to dust

so taking on a more normal form detritus, taking being called dust LITERALLY, now adopts a new form and name. (he’s a silly little guy)

he meets a few mortals (ahem ahem you can guess who) (i’ll expand later if this interests anyone)

he is lucky for this, as he has no idea how their lives work and would just end up with someone sending him to a lab to be dissected for his “inhuman” um, abilities.

instead of learning of mortals wickedness, he only experiences kindness. he’s a bit curious, he tends to take things literally, but if you say something that is opposing to what he’s been taught, he will assume it’s sarcasm.

he’s quite funny but he has a weird sense of humor.

he’s under the impression that he’s fated to destroy any relationship he might have and thus feels guilty for making ties. he also expects to be taken home eventually

(honestly. they just wanted to get rid of him. don’t tell him that.)

Detritus, now Dust, doesn’t really have a solid form, so the one he takes on isn’t really as restrictive as you’d think. His body could contort like some demon from hell out of nowhere and then be completely normal the next second. he has to be told not to do this.

When he first took on said form, he couldn’t figure out how the fuck to form hands. his hands were very deformed and gross looking so he hid them. one of the first mortals he meets is in for a horrific experience until he figures out how to properly project how a hand moves😭

um. oh also, i keep saying he, but they’re semi genderless and wouldn’t bat an eye if you called him literally anything else. i don’t think detritus really understands gender, just things

he’s very thoughtful about inner workings of the universe but then doesn’t know what the fuck a comb is and continuously throws his new friend for a loop

he’s kind of skittish, like a cat that wants to dip its toes into the water and then immediately runs and hides but. will do it again five minutes later.

he’d probably think a butterfly is like an angel to be worshipped if he saw one

he doesn’t think mortals are evil, he compares them to his experience with the star.

he’s not immortal either, he’s more of a demi god then anything

he begins to wonder if he even wants to go home, or if it is his home, after a while of living with these new companions around. there’s definitely going to be some runs in with government authorities and cryptid hunters :))

ANDDD all of this is subject to change if i actually clean this up, as i sped typed this with very little thought beforehand ok BYEEE anyone can ask questions if you have any somehow and i’ll bs more lore 😭

#utmv #ut au #undertale #sans aus #dust sans #bad sanses #murder sans #detritus sans #idk what to call this #i’ll draw later if that’s interesting at all #dusttale #undertale aus #alternate multiverses my beloved

[semper-legens]

10. Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon

Owned: No, library Page count: 863 My summary: Claire Randall was not expecting much adventure from her honeymoon to Scotland. It's 1946, and the country is still healing from the trauma of the Second World War - Claire and her husband were looking forward to a quiet time away in the country. But when Claire stumbles into a set of standing stones, she finds herself in far over her head. She's fallen back in time, back to 1743, and her husband's great-great-great grandfather has his eyes on her. But Claire has bigger problems. Will she ever get back to her home time? And, given her growing attachment to the young Jacobite she met in the 18th century, will she want to? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Well. This is. Not something I expected to find myself reading, I'm not going to lie. I'm gonna straight-up admit that this is due to prejudice on my part - this series is the kind of thing that I associate with middle-aged women, and I don't generally read middle-aged women fiction. But I gave this a shot. It's a romance, which isn't usually my genre, but it's also historical and political and wider than singly the romance story, which is why I wanted to give it a shot. To be clear, there's nothing wrong with romance inherently, I'm just not into it as a genre, so I'm not necessarily gonna enjoy romance if there's nothing else that's in it for me there. Anyway. All of this to say, I enjoyed this a lot more than I thought I was going to, and I'm a little salty about it.

(Warning for talk of rape and sexual assault under the cut.)

As you can tell from the page count, this book's huge, so I'm not gonna talk about every aspect - just a few that jumped out at me. So let's talk about our main characters! Claire and Jamie, a 1940s nurse and a 1740s Jacobite. They're so endearing. Claire is full of personality - she's hotheaded, she's stubborn, she's got a lot of contradictions and flaws, and she's intensely competent. Despite coming from nearly 200 years in the future, she's never really patronising or demeaning towards the people she finds in the past, which is nice - particularly as the narrative also treats them as full people with intelligence as well. Jamie, on the other hand...damn, this is my sorta character. A big strong long-haired history boy with a tragic backstory? Like, I know that Jamie's characterisation is largely there to be appealing to the presumed-straight-woman reader (he's buff, respects Claire, has a tragic backstory and constantly needs healing, etc) but it also falls into my camp of My Favourite Little Woobie. Helps that he's also funny, sweet, and sensitive when need be. He's got depths beyond his character outline, and I like that.

In a historical novel, I'm always looking for how the narrative relates to historicity, and this holds up pretty well. I don't know much about the Jacobite uprisings, but the events presented here are at least plausible to me. Similarly, I don't know much about the intricacies of Scottish politics and Lairds, but as presented here it seemed fine. There's a witch hunt about 20 years too late, but Gabaldon straight-up admits that in the author's note at the back, so like, I can look past that if it's an active Choice. One thing that impressed me was that the characters had historically-plausible attitudes, like misogyny or thinking that smacking kids is okay, and that's dealt with as a part of the narrative. Claire doesn't agree, and after Jamie hits her for disobeying him, she gives him an ultimatum - don't hit her again, or she walks. And he swears to never hit her again. We also see him explain his history with the concept and his point of view, and while I don't agree with him, I can totally see where he's coming from, particularly in the historical setting where he lives.

And it's subtly pointed out that people in the past weren't idiots. While Claire is bringing 20th century nursing techniques to the table, most of the 18th century characters are shown to have reasonably sensible attitudes to medicine. Sure, Jamie carries around a dried mole's paw in his sporran to ward against rheumatism, but also the healers Claire encounters are using herbs to heal in the same way she is, and know how to dress and treat wounds. There's a lot of violence, but there's a lot of complex politics underlying that violence. Things are complicated, and I very much appreciated that.

The final thing I want to talk about is how this book relates to sexuality. First of all, I genuinely enjoyed how horny Claire was! As someone who's sex repulsed, the sex scenes in this book weren't gonna appeal to me in the way that the author intended, which is fine. But it was pretty cool to see Claire actively enjoying sex, both with Frank and with Jamie, and having an active sexuality. And also, there's a lot of emotions underpinning the sex and sexuality - Claire doesn't choose Jamie because he's hot, she's emotionally attached to him too, which is nice. Similarly, I liked that Jamie is a lot less sexually experienced than Claire, particularly as Claire is a more modern woman. He's not exactly a blushing virgin, but he's inexperienced, and that's interesting to see from such a masculine male character. After all, pop culture will tell us that manly men fuck constantly and often, so it's nice that Jamie is a manly man who hasn't really fucked before.

The secondary element to this, however, is how the book uses rape and sexual assault. Claire is under threat of rape a lot, and some of it felt gratuitous - it seems that men are threatened with death and women are threatened with rape, which is gendered in a way I didn't like so much? On the other hand, there's Jamie. At the end of the book, Jamie is jailed by Randall, and Randall rapes him. Like with his earlier virginity, Jamie isn't treated by the narrative as though he's emasculated by this, his trauma is related to just being a rape (and torture) survivor. On the other hand, it's uncomfortable how the explicitly gay or mlm men in this story are characterised as being rapists and assaulters, particularly of younger men. It would have been a lot harder to be a gay man in this time period, but that doesn't mean that every gay man sexually assaults younger men. I don't think the rape in this book is by necessity inherently badly portrayed, but I didn't particularly like the overabundance of it here.

Next up - we're back to the Andes, for yet another trip into the world of survival cannibalism.

#Outlander #Diana Gabaldon #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #4

[channiebelly]

Classmate

tropes: body worship.

ship: vernon/chan

wordcount: .9k

Vernon has a crush on the chubby boy in his class, Chan. He asks Chan out and everything seems to be going well until things start to get heated. Vernon needs to show Chan just how sexy he is.

There's this guy in Vernon's class, Chan. He's cute, funny, talkative, has adorable chubby cheeks, a good butt, and, most importantly, an impressive, round belly. So, he's just Vernon's type.

Towards the end of the semester, Vernon finally gets up the courage to ask him out.

"Chan!" Chan has left the classroom already, and Vernon is racing to catch up with him (not that Chan walks particularly fast).

"Oh, Vernon?" Chan asks when Vernon finally catches up to him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Everything's perfect!" Vernon cringes at himself. That was definitely too excited. "I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go out with me sometime. As a date."

"Oh." Chan blushes, to Vernon's delight. "I'd love that."

"Great," Vernon says. They exchange numbers, and then Vernon's off, walking in the other direction to his next class, a grin not leaving his face.

The date goes very well. They meet up for coffee and lunch, and arrange another date a few days later. That date goes well too. Amazing, actually. Vernon likes Chan more than he thought possible after such a short amount of time.

For their third date, Vernon invites Chan over to his place for a movie night. He tries to make his intentions very clear: he tells Chan that they'll have the apartment to themselves, he arranges it for the evening and even drops a "netflix and chill" comment in their text conversation.

Chan shows no hesitation to the concept.

Which is why Vernon is a little confused when Chan suddenly switches gears when Vernon tries to take his shirt off. They had been making out heavily on the couch just a minute before, Chan's hand had been on the bulge in Vernon's jeans, and they were both very into it.

"Sorry!" Chan yelps as soon as Vernon's hands grip the hem of his shirt. "Wait."

Vernon backs away immediately. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm just worried you'll be disappointed," Chan says. "I'm not exactly ripped."

"...Yeah," Vernon says.

"I'm a bit chunky," Chan says. He's blushing again. Vernon ignores how cute he finds it, this is clearly important to Chan.

"Chan, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I know. Your size is not exactly a secret."

"Oh," Chan says. He sounds upset. Shit.

"I like your size. I knew what your body looked like before I asked you out, and I liked it. I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasn't attracted to you."

"Really?" Chan says. Vernon wishes he could tell Chan just how alluring he found his size, how he had to stop himself from staring at the prominent swell of Chan's belly from across the room, how the time Chan's shirt had risen up and shown his soft underbelly hadn't left his mind for weeks, how he had fanaticised about what Chan looked like under his hoodies all semester. Vernon had been wanting to get his hands on Chan for ages. He hated the idea that Chan thought that he wasn't attracted to him.

"Absolutely." Vernon kisses Chan again, deep and slow. "I think you are incredibly sexy. Can I please take your shirt off?"

Chan giggles. "Well since you asked nicely."

Vernon doesn't wait any longer. He pulls Chan's shirt over his head, and there Chan is, shirtless and right in front of Vernon. He's hotter than Vernon ever could've imagined. Somehow, his belly looks bigger without the fabric obscuring it. It's rounded and enormous, with a pair of chubby moobs sitting on top. The sides of his belly turn into rolls of fat that wrap around his back and he has large love handles that are struggling to stay contained in his waistband. He's gorgeous.

Vernon must be staring too hard, because Chan gets nervous and starts to move away. "I'm sorry. It's too much. I'll just go."

Vernon grabs his wrist. "Don't. Please. You're absolutely incredible." He runs his tongue over his lips. "Can I touch?"

Chan nods and Vernon reaches out to place his hands on the distended sides of Chan's belly. He does it slowly, taking in every sensation. He'd wanted to touch Chan for month, and now he's right where he wants him. He's going to make the most of this.

He runs his hands over the full expanse of Chan's stomach, testing the firmness at various points. He's mapping out Chan's stomach with his hands. The top of Chan's stomach is incredibly firm, almost solid, and Chan lets out a little hiccup when he presses into it. Around his bellybutton and above is also very firm and taut, but there's a bit more give when Vernon presses into it. Underneath his bellybutton is pure softness. The skin there is buttery soft and smooth and supple enough for Vernon hold it in his hands. He takes two handfuls of it and shakes, watching the rolls on Chan's sides shake with it.

This whole time, Chan's breathing has been getting heavier and heavier, as Vernon continued his exploration. But when Vernon trails a finger gently over Chan's underhang, his breathing gets rapidly heavier. He likes being touched there, Vernon learns.

"Fuck," Vernon says. "you're so hot." He starts kneading into the sides of Chan's belly, more insistently now. "Please let me fuck you."

Chan must believe that Vernon isn't lying about finding him attractive at this point, because he nods.

Vernon can't wait any longer. He stands up quickly and offers a hand out to Chan to help pull him off the couch. Vernon is going to spend the entire night convincing Chan of just how sexy he is.

#kpop feederism #svt feederism #fat chan #admirer vernon #verchan

[yanderes-galore]

Can't stop thinking about Evil Morty but everytime I want to send in an ask my brain stops 😭, do you have any hcs for him?

Oh, I don't blame you. Easily my favorite antagionist in the show. ESPECIALLY IN SEASON 5, OML- That was such an amazing episode!

Aged up as all my fics are!

Yandere! Evil Morty Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Isolation, Manipulation, Guilt tripping, Sadism, Murder, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Breaking of bones mention, Punishment mention, Trauma, Swearing in one line near the end, Forced companionship.

He says that the only thing that makes him evil is that he's fed up with Rick's nonsense.

Although the many murders, manipulation of power, and murder of anyone who disagrees with you beg to differ-

Evil Morty is Sadistic, Manipulative, Clever, Ruthless, Posessive, Obsessive, Forceful, and overall a threat.

He has the apperance of a sweet innocent Morty.

When in reality he's just as smart as a Rick, willing to get rid of anyone in his way to obtain his goals.

He was clever enough to take over The Citadel.

There's no doubt he has enough charisma to win over many.

That does not make him good to be around, however.

He rules over The Citadel with an iron fist and expects everyone to listen to him.

There's no doubt Evil Morty knows of your presence in the multiverse.

There's many different versions of you, however, he's interested in the prime version of you.

The (Y/N).

The original, not some copy.

It's funny, really... in the entirety of his youth he thought he'd get with Jessica.

Turns out that isn't the case... someone like Jessica just isn't for him.

He didn't think he'd fall for anyone until he saw you around the C-137 Rick and Morty pair.

Was it so bad to be... envious of his C-137 counterpart?

It's normal for him to clench his teeth while keeping an eye on you, isn't it...?

It just feels so unfair.

Why does that Morty get to be happy with someone like you?

A good friend... a loyal companion....

He's enraged... jealous and on edge to the point other Mortys and Ricks are subject to his wrath.

"I want you to do me a favor..."

He commands with gritted teeth, the Ricks at his command standing by.

"Bring (Y/N) to me. Make that C-137 pair suffer while you're at it."

This officially begins the hunt.

It doesn't matter if you care for the Morty of your universe as a friend or anything more.

Evil Morty wants that partnership.

For awhile in the start of the obsession, you're running from The Citadel.

You don't know what they want, as you're not a Rick or Morty, but you refuse to find out.

C-137 Rick and Morty try to defend you, but Evil Morty will be clever about this.

One way or another he plans to remove you from them, prying you from their hands and into his.

The moment you let your guard down, it's done.

You struggle against your captors as they drag you through a portal, treating you mostly as a prisoner.

Although... they aren't too rough.

Almost as if they fear someone greater.

You expected the Ricks ushering you to the main building to be scared of another Rick.

After all, The Citadel was normally under Rick rule, right?

Turns out... no.

You're met with shock when a Morty in a suit greets you, small smile on his face while he leans on the large table in the room.

"Was wondering when we'd finally meet, (Y/N)."

He believed you to be the true (Y/N) because you were so much different than the others.

You had the potential to hold a close bond with him... once he encouraged it out of you.

"Wow... you're so much different than my Morty back home-"

He feels his eye twitch... but lets you off easy.

"Don't bring him up in here, please. It's really upsetting to hear you compare me to any old Morty."

"Sorry... sir?"

Evil Morty plays himself off as calm, collected, and welcoming towards you.

He wants you to trust him.

Due to being so good at manipulation, he tries to come off as a very nice man.

He's more mature and confident towards you.

If he messes this up, then it could make the bond between you sour.

Can't have that, can he?

He plans everything out.

You're given a golden room of your own to rest in, implying your stay will be much longer than expected.

You are still scared and resent him for kidnapping you... although he's convinced such feelings will lessen.

"There's no need to be so bitter towards me, (Y/N). I promise to treat you well here. If anyone gives you trouble... let me know."

Just be aware that if you do let him know, they're killed brutally.

Anything to keep you happy with him, y'know?

His sadism doesn't usually show itself directed towards you unless you somehow anger him.

He'd be a yandere for discipline.

If you fought his orders, he'd take sick pleasure in breaking your emotions... perhaps even your bones.

He can fix everything after, but that trauma would serve as a lesson.

He'll only be nice if you are.

"I won't accept you misbehaving here. Better know who you're talking to."

Manipulative... so very manipulative.

He's still a Morty and can easily pull at your emotions.

If you're too harsh with him, he'll start the sad facade.

He'll start sputtering, sobbing about how he's sorry.

He wants to be better for you!

Why are you so mean!?

Then, once you give in, apologizing and reaching out-

He'll strike.

He'll swap back to his usual persona and trick you into willingly accepting your punishment.

You're just too sympathetic towards him because he reminds you so much of your Morty.

"Oh, you're such a fool.... Even now you fall for such an easy trick."

Evil Morty is clever and thinks things through fully.

He thinks of every escape, every attempt at manipulation, and every plan you try to hide.

He hijacks portals, locks down doors, he does everything to prevent your escape.

Until you're loyal to him... he refuses to let you go unmonitored.

Trackers are inserted in electronics and your skin... cameras watch your every move.

Privacy is limited if you truly go against him from the start.

He knows your every move, he knows just how to be one step ahead of you.

All with a cocky smirk and half-lidded confident eyes.

You can't win against him.

"Better luck next time... now back to your room."

He shows compassion to you when you try to comply with him.

He appreciates every conversation and every touch....

Others, however, are nearly always met with his ruthless persona.

Rick, Morty, or anyone else... they're treated the same.

Ruled by a tyrant and killed if they don't obey.

He likes to talk endlessly about his ideals... how he can create a happy universe with you... no Ricks needed.

In fact, Ricks tend to ruin everything.

They're the reason he can't live a normal life.

He is obsessive over keeping you close to him and often jealous.

He hates other Ricks and Mortys around you.

Ricks because he knows they could use you.

Mortys he hates because he doesn't want you to replace him.

He'd kill them before that happens.

"I'm the only Morty for you! I'm so much smarter than a Rick and superior to any other Morty! Don't you DARE replace me!"

It's like a lot of his obsession stems from a fear of not being enough.

He's so much better than any other Morty.

Superior enough to actually do something about the Ricks and not be a little bitch.

So why doesn't he get a happy ending!?

Why does some other Morty get to be happy while he suffers?

Well, not anymore.

He'll make changes around here.

You're going to be by his side...

He'll show you why he's so much better than any Rick and Morty.

"I'm going to find a better life than this... and you'll be with me through it."

#yandere rick and morty #yandere evil morty

[mollysunder]

Everytime it Wasn't Swain

After rewatching Arcane, I decided to make a list for everytime Swain was almost there. You thought he was being alluded to, but he wasn't, it was actually something else. Or was it?

1. The Crows

Swain has ravens, not crows, there just happen to be a suspiciously large quantity of crows, for a port city, instead of seagulls. As the show went on, the arrival of crows became synonymous with Jinx's presence and vice versa. It's not hard to see why, crows are intelligent and naturally social birds that do well in urban ecosystems, they just have a mixed reputation as good and bad omens. On a narrative level, the presence of crows does have interesting implications. Crows and ravens are easily confused for the other if you don't know what to look for. And the more I read about Swain, the more I notice that he and Jinx (in Arcane) are similar in some regards. Not just the fact they killed and maimed their family members, that's not uncommon for League backstories for some reason. From a storytelling standpoint, they both serve as living embodiment of their respective nations, good and bad, that other characters have to react to. And it was their actions that changed the trajectory of their nations.

What's even more interesting is that crows and raven in real life don't get along, they're incredibly territorial and avoid one another. If they do cross paths, crows are more likely to pick a fight with ravens. Despite the raven being bigger, crows band together in large groups to fend off ravens from their nesting areas, sort of like they harass them away. Food for thought.

2. The Man Named Jericho but not Swain

This one was cute. It took me a while to realize that they both had the same first name, except Swain has a last name, which is Swain. The first time his name was mentioned was when Vi and Caitlyn were on the search for Silco, but Vi was really on the search for Jinx. Funny enough, Jericho's apron and pants looks like the Jinx's outfit. I know plenty of people wear pinstripes in Zaun, but the black triangle with the 'X' in the center was pretty on the nose. On one hand this shot could foreshadow the way Jinx's actions come between Caitlyn and Vi. On the other, that's not as fun, and I want to know if this makes Jericho a Jinx stan! Seriously, maybe it's another hint at the way Zaun and Noxus are similar threats to Piltover, just in different clothes. Or Swain's a Jinx stan too!

3. The Palette Portrait

I've watched Arcane more than once and never managed to see it before, and wasn't too sure it was Swain until I outlined the figure myself. There he is long white hair, red magic hand, widow's peak, and sharp profile. In context, this is part of the scene where Mel is aggressively painting while Jayce apologizes for leaving her alone in bed the night Viktor collapsed. It's the first time Jayce and the audience sees her paint, and is essentially one of the first moments we get to see a part of her inner life. In this exact shot she says, "There's a lot you don't know about me". I'd say pretty on the nose to say this is foreshadowing her past connections to Noxus. But there's small things that are off, for example, Swain is draped in red rather than a severe black. And his face is dark while he's a white man, the color choices actually fit Ambessa more than Swain. Another fake out? Or maybe it means that there's no difference between people like Swain and Ambessa in the grand scheme of Noxus' war machine.

All in all I found three times Swain's presence was almost confirmed, but instead was something or someone else. There was always one or two details off to make it so. Each time there was an "almost Swain" connection, it was usually in association with Jinx or Mel, a cast member actually from Noxus. Swain, or at least the concept of Swain, seems to haunt the Mel's past and Jinx's future.

#arcane #jinx arcane #mel medarda #jericho arcane #jericho swain #swain lol #you know the saying #once is chance #twice is coincidence #third times a pattern #jinx making zaun look untenable as a future colony to ward off swain and noxus in general #maybe this is the last time I mention Swain finally

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Another nonsense prompt:

Romana, drunk on ginger beer: Please explain to me why?

Rose, equally drunk of hypervodka: Why what?

Romana: -vague gestures at the Doctor-

Setting, Doctor, and Rose’s reasons are to your discretion based on whatever mood you’d like to create.

thinky, i loved loved loved writing this prompt (i'm really enjoying trying out romana's perspective lately!) and since the other ones you sent have been coming out angsty, i made sure to fluff this one up. i also chose twelve as my doctor, just to heighten how thoroughly cracky this situation is. i hope you enjoy it (in spite of it being unedited)!!

(click here to read on ao3.)

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Their bodies had ended up at sharp ninety-degree angles, through no fault of Romana's.

No, she laid all the blame squarely at the little human girl's doorstep. It was she who had withdrawn a bottle of hypervodka from one of her borrowed coats, out of a cheeky trans-dimensional pocket—as if any Time Lady worth her particulate wouldn't notice that kind of unsanctioned jiggery-pokery—and it was she who had suggested they go and search out some ginger beer to get them on equal footing. And in the end, it was she who was responsible for all those generous pours.

(On the other hand, it was Romana who had chosen to drink them, which did leave her shouldering a bit of blame. But only a little. The rest was all Rose.)

As she gazed up at the ceiling, Romana reflected on the nature of their situation as it now stood. Or rather, tilted.

The girl had been travelling with them for some time now. It had been a bit of cleverness in the basement of a London shop that brought her into the fold. (Only several hours prior, Romana herself had come aboard. In retrospect, she didn't know why she'd expected a little bit of a time to settle in again—it had been so long—before they took on anyone else, but she was rather miffed at the Doctor's speed and enthusiasm in inviting Rose along.) Yet Rose earned her keep in more than just the ordinary sense.

Though she was clever—and good in a crisis—she was also equipped to be a generally good travelling companion when they were not in danger. She was funny, and open, and very warm. Her nature tended towards unassuming compassion, she was a charmingly low-maintenance passenger, and it was clear she was utterly devoted to the Doctor, absurd as the concept seemed.

Really, that was the incongruity. The piece that Romana could not make sense of. Much as she’d come to care for him, the Doctor was brash, and absurd, and secretive. He was frequently rather self-involved and occasionally quite stupid.

He was, in every respect, the opposite of his lone human companion.

And yet…

The blurred ceiling overhead warped further as Romana turned her head to look at the girl, her hair crinkling, fanned out over the carpet of the media room. From above, they probably looked very silly, laying with their heads together on the floor, their legs kicked up against the back of the large sofa.

This had been Rose's doing as well: she'd been repeating with great enthusiasm something (she at least believed) she'd heard the Doctor say, something about circulation and higher brain function, and Romana didn't have the hearts to tell her that she wasn't sure about the human circulatory system, but it was certainly not how Gallifreyans operated. And when Rose insisted they try it—whatever it was—she'd gone along with it.

So, they'd kicked their legs up, and now they just sort of remained, wiggling their toes and giggling at nothing, waiting for their "heightened brain function" to begin.

All that seemed to be happening was Rose's cheeks going progressively pinker.

Meanwhile, the girl was chattering on about how the Doctor had promised to take her somewhere new, a place where dogs had no noses. Romana finally spoke up.

"Please explain to me… why?" she pronounced, with—she thought—impressive clarity.

Rose's ramble stopped mid-stream, and she tipped her head to the side. "Why… what? Why wouldn't they have noses?" She scrunched her own, which was sort of button-ish, not unlike Romana's. "I don't know. Hadn't thought about it, actually. Not sure I want to."

"No, not the—not the dogs, you silly girl," Romana laughed. (It was not a cackle; she did not cackle.) "I meant, why do you…?" She made a kind of vague gesture over the back of their heads, to where the Doctor was currently sound asleep—or possibly just unconscious—atop a pile of couch cushions, which had been commandeered from their much abused sofa.

His face was slack. It was highly probable he'd soon begin to drool, if he hadn't begun already.

Romana winced. "I mean, isn't he…? Well, that is…" Her faltering, intoxicated vocabulary made her huff in irritation. "Why do you… when he's so—?"

"Tall?" Rose finished. Romana was alarmed to see the girl's smile turn quite giddy, her glazed eyes taking on a dreamy, half-lidded quality. "He is, isn't he?"

"Well, I suppose."

"And he's got great hair. All those silvery curls…"

"Yes, well—!"

Rose's shoulders rolled, as if she meant to yawn and stretch and sink into a blissfully warm bath. She sighed contentedly. "I love him, I think."

"You do," Romana said. Her disbelief seemed like it must have been evident to anyone less totally inebriated.

But Rose didn't so much as bat an eyelash.

"Don't think, actually. I'm sure. Have been for a while. Is that stupid?"

"Probably," she answered honestly. "He's an idiot, Rose, a very clever idiot."

"And he's too old for me," Rose said, nodding her seeming agreement. "And he's a bit careless sometimes. About people… 'bout everything."

Romana frowned.

"But I think those times are when he needs us most. He was alone so long, before you and me." Rose turned her head, eyes briefly sharpening in wakeful attention. "You knew, didn't you?"

"Knew what?"

"How lonely he was. That's why you came back, isn't it?" Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if it was only obvious. But it wasn't obvious at all. Rose went on. "He lost his daughter… what was it, two—three hundred years ago? He's always vague with the details. But her name was Jenny. He lost her to another world, sounds like, and he's been alone ever since. Lifetimes on his own, just floating."

Rose gestured with her hand, floating tracing an arced path over them. Her pink, glittery nail varnish caught the light, flickering like nebulae viewed through a fractured telescope. It became clear to Romana that she was extremely drunk, and her vision was impaired.

But her reasoning was less fragmented.

Concern for the Doctor was not, in fact, why she'd come. There hadn't really been a "why." She'd been lonely, and rather bored, as Leela was off on a mission with Narvin that she probably wanted to know nothing about. BIut really, she'd just wanted to go. And so, she'd contrived a way to stumble upon him.

And in so doing, she'd stumbled the both of them right into the Autons, and the Nestene Consciousness, and a twenty-first century shopgirl with a strong moral compass. From there, the adventures, as always, seemed unending—fast-paced and almost predictable in their unpredictability. They skated through danger, always risking a burn or a scrape or a loss and always emerging on the other side, triumphant and weary, minds refreshingly emptied.

She'd been caught up in it all, she had to admit.

But somehow, Rose had found time in the madness to extract these insights. To see through the Doctor's bright and shiny façade. And to fall utterly in love.

It was so—Romana's brow furrowed, her lips pursed—it was so… human.

And despite herself, she laughed. (She did not cackle; she absolutely did not.) Shaking her head, she reached a hand out to pat Rose's arm.

"You dear thing," she chuckled. "You know you're entirely too good for him."

Rose flushed. Her head was beginning to take on a rather tomato-esque colouring. Romana decided it was probably best if they got up.

Behind them, the Doctor made a sound—half gasp, half snuffle. When Romana looked back, he was blinking owlishly at them, watching them rolling about and cautiously beginning the process of becoming vertical. It was rather slow going.

"Good morning, Doctor," she greeted. She spoke loudly, with an abundance of artificial cheer.

"I wasn't sleeping," he insisted in a husky tone. "Were you sleeping?" (His accent—Scottish, an affectation Romana did not quite understand the purpose of—seemed to have been enhanced by his little nap, and his hair was flattened on one side. But at least there was no sign of drool.)

Rose pushed up to her knees, and Romana could only watch in amusement as she crawled over to the Doctor, stretching out a hand to help him up. His eyes, when they met Rose's, came alive—a brilliant, reflective blue which seemed to contain an unfathomable depth of feeling.

She shook her head. There was nothing to be done now. If Rose was in love, at least the Doctor seemed equally (if not more) besotted with his resident human.

They would almost certainly break each other's hearts.

But if they didn't…

If they didn't, she believed they might very well be the stuff of legend.

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thank you for the prompt, dear! and to send further prompts, drop me an ask.

#thinky this was delightful to write... and i worked on it instead of sleeping. oops #thank you as always for prompting me! #abbey writes #timepetals #dw fic #twelve x rose #twelverose #romana ii #rose tyler #twelfth doctor #idk i'm tired of trying to tag things. am i the only one who is tired of trying to tag things??

[niuttuc]

So I saw a post about this concept and thought it would make for a interesting ask. Magical damage, like a necromancers fingers slowly turning black and losing sensation or a wizard with lighting bolt scares across their arms. What dose it look like when Arnoss, Zarunpel, Sezashi and Dancing-Hands push their magic beyond what their bodies can handle?

I find this question funny because of all my characters you could have picked, those are probably the ones that can strain their magic the least! So instead, let's talk about why they don't really do that, and we'll touch on the question! But I do appreciate the effort of narrowing down your questions to some characters for the copy-paste when it comes to my inbox, it hasn't gone unnoticed.

Most of the magic for Arnoss and Zarunpel is passive.

Zarunpel's "blessing" from the Wilds might not even function under the same rules as traditional magic, it follows more narrative rules. It affects her body and hair in many ways, but when it comes to the limits of it, it often is more about what would make a better story. She's stronger than someone that looks like her should be, but depending on what she has to do, the exact degree to which this is true varies. As long as it's somewhat reasonable, in important situations she's often just strong enough or almost but not there, depending which tells a "better" story. Of course, she has no idea how that works.

As far as her spellcasting, it's mostly temporary protection spells, they're more likely to be cast too late or not last long enough than to hurt her when she overuses them. Which means she or whatever she's protecting gets hurt the way it otherwise would have been. When the Urborg panther living in her shadow gets "killed" or banished in some ways, Zarunpel can also be left without a shadow for a time while Vel reconstitutes.

Similarly, Arnoss's magic is mostly passive buffing and reinforcing his scales, when it is overstrained, he gets hurt the normal way. However, it also depends on how many people need and want his help nearby, and in some cases that can be overwhelming to feel during major disasters in populated areas. So many people needing help and he can't help all of them. And he's found that when he tries to help all of them in a city when it's not a disaster, he exhausts himself going from one to the other for hours and days, there's always something in large population centers.

Sezashi has a hard cap on the number of spells he can maintain at once, at four, represented by the floaty objects that orbit him. While some are harder to maintain than others (maintaining multiple charges of the same nature on someone else requires concentration and effort), the failure point is usually just that one or multiple of the spells slip and come back to him, and he probably isn't in a state to reuse them just yet. With that said, premature failure of magic that can manipulate sizes and create duplicates is generally not a good idea, plenty of unfortunate timings possible. Also duplicates that are ended in this way don't fuse back as cleanly to the original, which certainly causes headache and can cause the loss of memories the duplicate had.

Dancing-Hands's innate telekinesis can be overpowered or overwhelmed, but it's very difficult, and it generally doesn't strain the kitsune much to use. Using it on non-physical things is more relevant here. It only works on nonliving elements. Using it on eldrazis, even scions and briefly, made him feel sick and gave him headaches, and he couldn't sustain it for more than a few seconds. He rediscovered how to use it on magical effects not too long ago, and that has taken a lot more out of him, and could potentially replicate or redirect harmful effects to him if he's not careful. The telekinesis itself is invisible if not for its effects.

As far as his Kanji magic, well, he typically only uses ink, and on paper, but much more powerful and dangerous opportunities are possible when this type of magic is used with blood (or other living material) and on living tissue. Be it using his paper blade on himself or drawing with his own blood on paper, the result would be white paper and fur marred in reds. It's not something he'd ever want to do, but in theory, it's possible.

#mtg #fanwalker #fanwalker asks #Arnoss #Zarunpel #dancing hands #Sezashi

[mareenavee]

The World on Our Shoulders | Chapter 19: Although I Am Already a Danger

19th of Morning Star 4E 202

Nyenna looked up as the door to the inn flung open. Teldryn walked down the stairs and took off his gauntlets. He ran his hands through his crest of pitch black hair and shook out as much ash as he could. For whatever reason, he stopped short. Something in his pose caught her eye. When he’d first removed his helmet before, he’d pretended like he was Dibella’s gift to all of Nirn. Typical, really, from what behavior she’d seen from him so far. Easy to ignore, really. To be fair, he certainly wasn’t the worst looking man she’d ever laid eyes on. She might have even considered him handsome, especially with those dark tattoos of his which snaked down the sides of his face and neck somewhere beyond his scarf. 

His eyes though, which were the same shade of red as a handful of rubies, seemed somewhat distant at the moment, maybe a little troubled. She couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking, but his expression had certainly changed from earlier. There was something else going on in that head of his at the moment. Though Gods only knew what, she was glad it didn’t seem to be more of the same nonsense as before. Or yesterday, for that matter. She didn’t have the energy to deal with it anymore.

He walked across the tavern to her table and sat down gingerly, pulling his helmet toward him to lean on. He turned to her and stared, but she didn’t really have anything to say to him just then. She had been in pretty low spirits all afternoon, and couldn’t even focus on her reading. Her thoughts had wandered through annoyance at herself and circled back to guilt and shame. All of it was tied to the expectations she held in her head of who she was and what she was supposed to do. And if she wasn’t in Skyrim, was she truly living up to her expectations?

Sure, there had been a dragon here, but that was a coincidence. It had been injured, according to Teldryn. For whatever reason, it fled here, away from whatever plagued it. Funny how familiar that sounded. She hadn’t come here to fight, that was for sure. She’d run toward what remained of her family, and even that had been taken from her. All the while, she was supposed to be protecting the people back home – and what were they there but targets for yet more dragons? This was all a delay, she knew. But she’d committed to being here, and at least to putting Lleras’s memory to rest, if she could find his remains. Or really, any information about him at all.

“Need help with anything, outlander?” Teldryn asked after her silence had stretched on too long. She didn’t really want to talk, but peace and quiet seemed to be a foreign concept to this particular sellsword.

“Nothing specific. Just waiting for dinner,” Nyenna said, deciding to indulge him again. She tried to push away her foul mood, but could still feel the edges of her anger, deceptively sharp, like the sides of newly sliced parchment. And what she said was true enough, after all. Geldis was puttering around in the kitchens now with his assistant, Drovas, making something out of yet more ash hoppers. She tried hard not to keep reminding herself that the specialty around here tended to be the freshly cubed guts of overly large bugs.

“That’ll be hours! Why don’t you come with me for a few minutes?” Teldryn said. “Fresh air and all that.”

“The air is full of ash here,” Nyenna said pointedly. She had already told him she wasn’t in the mood to leave the inn again today. The ash spawn had irritated her and had contributed greatly to the foul mood she found herself in. Whatever they were, undead thrall or something else, they seemed to regenerate as quickly as she’d cut them down. She had been carrying that strange glowing stone she’d found…they hadn’t swarmed around her until she’d found it. Maybe the two things were connected in some way. But for whatever reason, they couldn’t seem to get past the Bulwark. Thank the Gods for small miracles, she supposed.

“You know what I meant. No reason not to check the market stalls and whatnot if you’re a visitor here,” he drawled. He leaned his chin on his arms as they draped over his helmet. Somehow this only made him look strangely boyish as he gazed up at her from under his eyelashes.

“You just don’t want anyone to be left to their own thoughts,” she quipped, but stood anyway and put the book she’d not even read a word of back on its shelf. She turned back to him with her hands on her hips. He only laughed, his distinct, raspy voice carrying across the entire tavern. A couple of the other patrons – mostly off-duty guards – looked up from their drinks and then returned to whatever they were pondering without a second glance. Maybe they were used to his loud antics.

“No, it’s more that there are better ways to waste time than sitting in the Netch and sulking,” Teldryn said with a grin. “Come on. Walk with me again?”

“Fine,” Nyenna said with a sigh. He could be incredibly annoying when he put all his effort behind it, whittling away at her patience until there was nothing left. This whole situation with hiring him was about as ill thought out as it could get, she guessed. Regardless, she got up and went to fetch her scarf and travel cloak out of her room once again. -> Read the rest on AO3.

#MareenaWrites #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr #fanficblr #writeblr #writblr

[secretmellowblog]

Hi! Have you watched The Gay Pirate Show (aka Our Flag Means Death)?

There’s great representation, cool costumes, complex characters and fascinating symbolism, of course, but I was asking because I’ve read all of your Javert character analysis.

I’ve noticed there’s an insane ammount of parallels to be made with Javert and the character of Izzy Hands (like their devotion to a flawed concept, lack of identity when said concept is taken away, inability to accept change in themselves and others, etc.)

So yeah! Really interesting stuff and I needed to share it with someone or I was gonna explode thank you

Sorry this got lost in my drafts for a bit! My thoughts after finally finishing the show: Honestly at first I didn't see what you meant about the Javert parallels, but after thinking about it I was like "ok I get it now, you make Points, Izzy makes me Understand why there's so much Valvert fanfic. " XD They're both obsessed with making everyone conform to Traditional Social Roles even when those roles are actively harmful to everyone including themselves. They obsess over upholding hierarchies while refusing to care about the human cost. And it’s tragic because the hierarchy they’re upholding is one where they themselves AREN’t in power; they’re upholding a hierarchy where they’re an underling whose role is to obey.

And then there’s a guy in a position of power over them (Valjean/Edward) who's supposed to follow a violent social script (as a mayor/captain/convict/pirate/etc). BUT that guy wants to be more gentle than someone in his role is "supposed" to be, he wants to be kinder than someone in that role is "allowed" to be. So Izzy/Javert both become uhhhhhhh interestingly Passionate about convincing the handsome strong man to stop being so gentle and Punish them like they Deserve. They scorn his kindness, deride his gentleness, demand that he act according to his place in the hierarchy, and want him to violently pin them against a wall and cut their throats. Kinky fanfic ensues.

....Though there's tons of differences between them obviously. XD In OFMD Izzy is explicitly Like That in large part because he's sublimating his sexual desires-- it's made pretty clear in the show that because Izzy lives in a culture where violence is the only "acceptable" form of intimacy between men, he channels all his desire for intimacy into a desire for being treated violently. Which again is kinda tragic in its own way. In Les Mis it's more like…"Javert is an authoritarian train wreck who doesn’t interact with other human beings as human beings— he treats everyone as symbols of their social roles who are obligated to always act according to their position in the hierarchy. He short circuits if someone stops ‘following the proper script”— even (or especially) if they’re doing it to be kind to him.” But queer readings of him can be interesting/fun when they’re done well too.

But yeah I guess my point is: both Izzy and Javert need to retire and stop self-destructively enforcing these Bad systems that hurt everyone including themselves :P. I mentioned before that my dream Javert redemption arc is him quitting his job after his ACAB realization and becoming a gardener, and honestly, I think Gardener Izzy would be really fun too. Just angry horrible dudes getting a new start, furiously planting flowers and learning self-care. I just think it would be funny

Tl:DR: you make Points and I can’t believe I didn’t make the connection til you pointed it out XD

#Les mis #javert #i was just looking through my old drafts before bed and found this! #but yeah a lot of valvert stuff I’ve seen around is very “Izzy and Ed’ I gotta say #I'm not really a big Izzy Hands enjoyer though #he's fun! but im not as into him as other people #Im basic but ed and stede were my favorite little guys #they're just little pirate dudes! #and they are gay #Also Jim and Oluwande are adorable #but yee. #i love ofmd though I don’t plan to talk about it a lot here

[joviepog]

Hello! I just saw your two posts and I was wondering if you would like to do a comfort scenario/headcanons for when the reader had their heart broken and the dream smp members, platonically friendship or a platonic friend to lover, if that makes sense? If not, then can you do the same concept but with just a story and the entire dream smp is the reader's friends and try to comfort them? Sorry if it is quite a strange request! 😅

Heart Broken

Warnings: A little sad

Requests: danny-yagami

Some Dsmp characters X Y/N

Pronouns: None

Songs: None :3

You've gotten heart broken so many time before but this time was different. You two had been best friends forever. You really thought you two had a connection. You slammed you phone to the floor, tears rolling down your cheeks. All those text that you two shared over the years meant nothing. You started to yell, not because you were scared or worried just sad. After a few seconds of crying you hear a knock on the door and a head pops in.

Tommyinnit <3 (platonic)

He would for sure come in with a worried look and you favorite snacks. Asking if you are okay.

You would cry to him and explain what had happened.

He would give you a weird look but still try to calm you done.

After you were done he would ask if you were done.

Not to be rude but to make sure wouldn't interrupt you.

He would ask if he could comment

Yes

He would give his opinion and be like "He was such a jerk" Or "I don't know what you see in him"

Then he would be like "I don't know why you need him when you have a Big man like me!"

Then he would get some comfy cloths for you and take you on a walk in Brighton while having snacks to calm you down / give you a breather. While talking about funny moments you two have had or funny moments in the dsmp lore.

(People sometime gave you guys a weir look bc you were eating chips and Y/F/S while going on a walk but you and Tommy didn't mind)

No

He would smile and say "Okay... brb"

Definitely give you a hug before walking into his bedroom.

Would come back with pillows and some popcorn he had made earlier for himself

Put Y/F/M and watch it with you

Would probably knock out half way through the movie

Wilbur <3 (Friends to Lovers)

He would't really wait for a "Come in" he would kinda just barge in

Probably holding a book or his phone because he didn't even think to put it down.

He would sit down by ur bed and ask "Darling,Love, are you okay? what happened?"

You would cry and put your head in his chest and tell him everything, all the way from you and your heartbreakers friendship. (if that makes sense)

He would probably wait till you were all done to say something like "I'm so sorry Darling. Is there anything I can do for you?" Or he would stay quiet.

Before you would be able to answer he would walk out of the room and get his phone out.

At first you thought he was just being rude ad you were about to start crying again when you hear a loud bang.

Then, Wilbur would come back in with his guitar and with a large smile on his face.

He was trying to explain that the reason he was holding the top of his head was from banging in with his guitar on accident.

Then he would sit down next to you and start playing

Humming calming lyrics to calm you down. Later resulting in you sleeping.

When you wake up there would be a plate of Y/F/F and Wilbur would be asleep beside you. guitar still I hand.

He had called Y/F/F's restaurant to order you Y/F/F without you realizing.

On the plate of food was a sticky note saying "I can be better than them Love"

(Sneaky little Wilbur)

You quickly eat it and go back to sleep with Wilbur.

Dream <3 (Friends to Lovers)

He would come in looking very worried and scared.

He would right away hug you

Probably sit there in silence while you cried your eyes out

Once you were down he would take you to his room and set you down on his bed

He would leave you and come back with a tea or Y/F/D

Cuddle you and try to comfort you

"I love you" or "Y/N I've always loved you."

You would be in pure shock but he would just keep cuddling you.

you both fall asleep together feeding off of each others heat.

Niki <3 (Platonic)

Come in with a soft look and Zuko (her cat)

"Are you ok?..." or "What's wrong..?"

I think she would have brought you a comfy burrito blanket and wrapped it around you as you cried.

she would nod in between your talking/sobbing/cry-sobbing thingy

She would say "It's okay" or "I know, I know"

after you were done she would put on Y/F/M

And put the cookies on your lap telling you to eat

Then, once you were done eating you two would watch the movie and cuddle Zuko

Maybe draw or do your favorite small hobby in between the movie.

The you two would sleep on the couch or bed together while watching the movie.

Thank you for the 1st request!

Its a-bit messy (sorry about that) I was kinda in a rush

I Hope you all have a lovely day or night! -Jovie >:]

#dsmp #pov #wilbur #niki #dream #tommyinit #yn #heart brocken #wilbur x reader #dream x reader #niki x reader #tommy x reader #dsmp x yn

[rhyssands]

oct 1 - ruffles

prompt: ruffled hair rating: general audiences wordcount: 489 characters: classic sans, frisk warnings: none prompt from this post, read it on ao3 here

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The kid isn't very good at math.

That's not exactly unusual, Sans isn't really surprised to find out they aren't the best with it, but there's something almost novel about the whole ordeal. After everything they went through in the Underground, and the relative ease with which they'd navigated Papyrus' traps, finding out they don't fully grasp the concept of, say, improper fractions is kind of funny.

He's not going to laugh, of course. He's got standards, and it's been long enough since he had to help somebody with math homework that he's more concerned over making sure he knows how to explain it in a way they'll understand. Still, it is funny. All the in-depth, complex thoughts he knows it took for an 11 year old kid to get through Papyrus' puzzles (which were, by and large, designed to stop full grown adults and often did), but give them a paper with some numbers in bunkbeds and they're stumped.

"Okay," He says, keeping his voice low because he knows they startle when he raises his voice at all, and he knows enough to understand why that is, "So with improper fractions, the whole deal is that there're too many numbers up top. See? You can't have four-thirds of anything. You'd have one whole thing, and then a third of another one. Make sense?"

They blink, and he wonders how the teachers at their school are explaining it that it took that to make it click for them.

'OH.' Frisk signs, 'SO JUST MAKE AS MANY WHOLE NUMBERS AS I CAN, THEN THE LEFTOVERS ARE FRACTIONS STILL.'

"Yeah, that's the long and short of it, kiddo." He says, grinning and reaching out to ruffle their hair. They lean into his hand with a grin of their own. "And the number you make is a compound fraction. That's where you have a whole number and a fraction together."

They seem to get it. He keeps his hand on their head while they frown down at the next question in their book. Then, slowly, they nod, and scribble down 1 2/8 on their notebook paper. Before he can remind them to simplify their fraction, they add an equal sign and 1 1/4.

"Nice." He says, ruffling their hair again and listening with both pride and satisfaction as they giggle. They swat at his hand, but it's gentle, playful. They aren't telling him to stop, so he doesn't. "You think you got it now? I'm right here if ya need help."

They pat the seat behind them on the couch in a clear request for him to park it and stick around in case they do need help. It's just as clearly a request for him to let them try to do the rest on their own. He's got no issues with that, so he parks it on the couch and sticks around until they're done with their math homework.

#undertale #undertale fic #sans undertale #undertale frisk #my writing #rhysie.docx

[the-firebird69]

Watch "Alice In Chains - Them Bones (Official HD Video)" on YouTube

The clones have a purpose and that purpose was to obtain the AI and enter it and replicate the program and hardware and delete the originals they're too dangerous. They are not having a successful time and we are going to be affected shortly. They're in the mega diamond caverns, nightmare worse I'm working independently due to impromptuary improper shielding now that was there before and started taking the hardware using nights in White satin the clones are divided fighting the top side and they're fighting their own hardware a lot of which was stolen no they made a lot of hardware soon they'll be gone and we'll face an army of robotic humans and Androids and robots. It's just as a son said you let this fool Garth into your Midst and he ruined you. True too Garth is an idiot and he's in the hospital with Mac as Jack Nicholson and the doctors just another idiot and they planned this and the sun says you mean by clan could be down there and you planned for them to kick your ass and he said not really apparently that's what they're doing he think it's just kind of funny cuz they used to fool you idiots all the time. You like to pretend there his clan or hers is a smart had tons of money went very large and we're beating the max and these people can't do it and handed it over because of that concept as one of the vehicles that they used.

Thor Freya

And it's more talk of Bones and these people thought it would be about the harbor and wanted to get it over with it's not what it is and he's bouncing around in his apartment saying it. But it came out and he is probably right by saying it no they're outnumbered. But he thinks he controls the AI for some reason instructions they go out a different each time and the receiver is so big you can put a lifetime of the other side of it and he's wrong the sky is a moron the subject could be dairy Queen for a year and Burger King the next year and McDonald's the next year as cold and on and on and on never the same and you are a moron Joel Watts you can't figure that one out. So you send out this old code it seeks you out and it's possessing your armies it's almost done getting rid of you and you didn't listen to anybody it's not the matrix you fool.

This is about the bones and Cherry cheeseman is singing it and she's singing it and saying snakes are doing it bugs are doing it and it doesn't work and our son knows why and daughter and others at least he's trying something instead of just feeling the beans and try to stick it up everyone's butt I'm running around and getting killed and we weren't very clear Garth and people like him some of them have this religion of having the AI to the job because they know they suck and they're small and you're the problem too Trump and that's why you're strangling him all the time and his son didn't say much about it because the guy is an evil piece of s***. That's really for the clan cuz they don't know where they are and they're too f****** stupid to figure that out you're stupid. Garth meyers was on the list of suspects top list these are the top of the list. He's over there with a tent on the 41 and it's near the turnaround and the sun has to go on because he wants to kidnap him and he's grabbing you out of your cars and taking your wallets and laptops and that's what he was walking around with the laptop for and he's kind of making fun of our son say I can take yours and stupid s*** like that and we want him dead friends of every time he goes there.

And he is going to be arrested for homicide in Mass homicide people found videos of him doing tons of stuff recent stuff too stealing things off people's porches like that's a lawless land and he's responsible for a lot of those skeletons but there's millions folks millions of skeletons most of them are Max because these people are slobs I thought the poop was dissolve them and it did not and we know it becomes in in the poop it becomes clean Crystal clear skeletons he doesn't eat away at the calcium cuz it can't it's not really that acidic it kind of preserves them you have dental records and everything they're intact and the wounds that killed them there we go after it's how do you for it they're out there pulling all those bones out. You thought you fell for the clans stuff garth hook line and sinker, and you're also their kind and her son is not so figure it out little s***

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

In closing I'd like to thank them for their comments and that we are going to war with you idiots and we're not in the pile at all it just fools it's not many of our son's race at all in there if any this is pretty good all day and half of those are stan but 95% mac.

Thor Freya

Publish

Olympus

Good

Hera

#Youtube

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 5: Halloween 5

Yesterday, I continued my Halloween watching with Halloween 5. I thought it was...about on par with Halloween 4. Maybe a little bit better, but I can see myself going back on that with some additional thinking.

By this point, especially watching 4 and 5 back to back, I can see the formula taking shape: Michael Myers kills people; Dr. Loomis becomes crazed as he tries to catch him, while no one listens to his warnings; there are teenagers, and random out-of-place sex scenes that suddenly look like softcore porn; there's a final girl and lots of running and screaming before she's the last one standing; and of course, it's Halloween. It's tricky I guess because if the series tries to innovate, it's not giving people what they want--the comfort of the same old slasher and the same old villain--but if it doesn't do anything new, it's hard to understand why a new one is even being made. I suppose I do appreciate the comfort of it, though.

I like Jamie a lot and I think they got a really good little girl to play her. She really anchored both 4 and 5 for me and I think is why I have a fondness for them.

I liked Rachel a lot, so I was bummed to lose her so fast, but I was willing to get behind Tina for the .05 seconds I thought she was a lesbian in love with Rachel. Then she got a bit annoying and squeaky for my tastes. I was super amused by her boyfriend being (1) a greaser in 1989 and (2) named Michael. Hilarious.

I think I enjoyed the first half more, overall. It's so much spookier during the day time--though no movie will do that as well as Halloween (1978). But the scene with Tina and Michael--the other Michael--in the car was also quite good. It started to lose me after the car chase scene. That seemed like a good enough finale for me, honestly. But there was still 20 minutes left...and they basically just spent it running around a set so shadowy I could barely even see anything, in what was allegedly the Myers house but could in no way be the Myers house because it was 3x too large, and I kinda checked out. The tableau of the attic was cool, but any coolness inherent in the bodies and the coffin was then undercut by that silly crying a single tear scene. I read that the director thought Michael was scarier if he had feelings but I disagree. To me, the whole core concept of Michael Myers is that he is Evil. He is Evil if it could take a shape (The Shape, one might say) of a person. That's why he can never be defeated. It doesn't need to be deep; he doesn't need reasons; he doesn't need a backstory; he doesn't need to be, shouldn't be, humanized. The core fear for the audience to confront is that evil simply exists and this is it. You can't look at it in the face, in corporeal form, in real life--and you can't really here, either, but you can get as close as you could ever reasonably dare.

Way scarier than poor 30 year old just wants to be close to his family but can't help killing them or blah blah blah whatever.

I was a little disappointed that Jamie wasn't evil too, and it did take something out of the ending of 4 for her to be the Victim again, but then on the other hand it's possible it would have been hokey, or too big of a gamble to make Michael a secondary villain in his own franchise (the specter of Halloween III etc.). I did like that she was mute--and find it funny that she got her voice back for no real plot reason, just in time to run around screaming really loud--and the concept of a telepathic connection between her and Michael. Again, I do not need this explained.

I didn't like the weird, unexplained Man in Black, but I did like that the movie ended with a cliffhanger. A frustration I have with II and 4, but especially 4 since at least II was intended as an ending at the time, was that they appear to actually kill Michael, but you know very well he's not dead. He'll only stay dead until they need him for the next sequel. It's way creepier to end on a note of the Evil Never Dies, and it's more honest, too.

...Already I feel myself getting so far from the original Halloween, and I'm not even halfway through... It was such a classic. Nothing really compares.

#the year 2022 #2022: fandom thoughts #2022: movies