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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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this is a super specific request but if you ever feel like it I think it would be really cool to see Jack with a reader who's an archaeologist/eridian specialist employed by hyperion <3

Ooh, I really like this idea! I actually had a sort of idea with this yesterday when I was playing Borderlands The Pre-sequel! Thank you for this wonderful ask, anon <3

Jack with an eridian Specialist S/O:

You were so intelligent, he just couldn't get over it. The way the purple of the element that you worked with contrasted with your everyday attire seemed to stick with him everywhere he went. Anytime he say the color purple, or anything with eridian. All he could think of was you and how at ease you always made him feel. You seemed to see him for who he really was, after all.

"What are you doing after work?" He asked you, nonchalant. He was always so confident in himself. You never knew if you should respect him for it or roll your eyes. "Nothing that I know of. I might work on some of the research I have for the current project I'm working on." You tell him, and he chuckles. "You're cute, you know that?" You hadn't a clue why wanting to get ahead on your work was cute, but it still had you feeling a bit bashful, nonetheless.

"Well, I was going to see if you'd like to go on a date with me? Nothing too fancy, just something I thought you'd like." You hadn't realized he would be the type to accommodate for others, but he'd been surprising you a lot these past few weeks. You said yes, and many, many more dates happened after that. Jack praising you for your work, and even helping out a little. While you praised him for his own and helped him when it was needed.

The two of you spent all the time you could with one another. He was grateful that Moxxi had left him when she did. If she hadn't, he didn't think he would have ever met you or even thought of being in a relationship with someone as geeky as you. Every scientist was geeky to him. You were no acceptation. Just instead, you were his geek.

"So, sugar," Jack rolled his eyes as Moxxi's words. The only reason he was talking with her was because she was helping he and the Vault Hunter with the issues on Helios. "Cut the sugar crap. I told you to stop." He clenched his jaw. "And why's that? I thought you liked it when I called you pet names." "Well, I have someone else who calls me pet names, Moxxi. Now cut it out." He snarled, and this left the girl at a loss for words. Someone new? Since when did Jack have a new partner?

"You do?" She tried to seem unbothered, but also ask some question to get more information. "Yeah, they're great and they actually care about me." Moxxi scoffed at this information, and Jack smiled. Getting a kick out of the girl seeming to be bothered by Jacks words as he sat at the bar. Waiting for the Vault Hunter to return. "I feel bad for them, truly." She told him with an eyeroll. Busying herself by cleaning up the bar. Jack only smirked, taking amusement in her discomfort. "Well, they don't seem to mind me. They're perfect. Perfect mind, smile, sense of humor, body. They're thoughtful and caring, I even got them a necklace that they wear around everywhere." He told Moxxi. Moxxi took notice in how genuine he sounded, and how his smirk turned into a dreamy smile. His eyes starring off into space as he thought of you. It was then when she finally realized that Jack had moved onto better things. Better people.

Jack felt his body tense up when someone had tapped his shoulder. Expecting to see the Vault Hunter, but it was you instead. His serious expression softened into a look of adoration, with his signature charm. Of course. "Baby!" He shouted, standing from his seat to greet you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Moxxi stared at the both of you for a second. He was never like this with her. Maybe he was a changed man. "I didn't expect you to actually come here, what happened? I thought you were staying with Janey? I told you it'd be safer with her." He told you with a slight frown, paying no mind to the girl behind the bar who was now sulking and wandering off and away from you two.

"Well, you dork, Janey works here, too. Remember?" You told him with a grin. "I came here to get something to drink and saw you talking to the bartender with a dreamy smile," you raised a brow. "Is there something I don't know about?" You shifted your weight on both feet, and he smiled. Holding your hips with his hands. Pulling you closer to him. "No, nothing at all. I was just telling her about you, and how much I adore you, pumpkin pie." He cooed, leaning in to press a kiss on the corner of your lips, and you smiled back.

"So, how're the eridian experiments going?" He asked, and you shrugged. "Well, nothing's really changing. I tried using the slag that you sent to Janey to convert to the bullets you use for your wrist shooter and I just can't seem to figure it out. I mean I can, but I'm trying to figure out how I can switch it so you can use the slag to stun an enemy, and then shoot them with regular bullets to give more damage. Without having to take the time of putting in the different bullets." You told him, and he started snickering. Furrowing your brow as you looked up to the other who was sitting on his bar stool again. Giving him a height advantage.

"What's so funny? Did I say something?" "No, no, you didn't say anything," He told you. Watching as you climbed onto the bar stool beside him. Scooting the chairs closer. "I just think it's adorable when you talk about your work. Did you know you get a crease in between your eyebrows. Right," He reached over to poke your forehead. "There." You felt a little self conscious, looking down, and then back to the other. "Well, sort of, I guess. I don't really pay attention." He hummed, "Don't feel bad about it, baby. You look cute when you do. Plus, I may not know what you're talking about half the time, but it's super hot when you talk about all that science-y crap." You rolled your eyes this time. Leaning towards him when he pulled you over to kiss the side of your head.

"But this isn't really even that science-y, Jack. It's just me trying to figure out how to add a rotator into your blaster so you can rotate the ammunition within it. I have the ideas, but I can't figure out how to process them." You pouted a bit as you worried over it all, and he sighed. Grabbing your hand in his which caused you to look his way. His other hand reached up to cup the side of your face. "Baby," He paused, making sure you were paying attention to him and you weren't going to start rambling again. "If there's anything I've learned about you in the past year of knowing you, and a couple of months of dating you. I know you'll figure it out. You always do." He told you with a smile, and you smiled back. He was right. You were always too stubborn to give up.

Before Jack could lean in and kiss you like he wanted to. Athena had returned, clearing her throat while looking between the two of you. "Am I interrupting something?" Jack let out a groan, glancing over to the girl. "Kind of..." "Well, that's too bad, isn't it. I got everything you needed, what's your next plan. Or would you rather get laid than save innocent lives." Jack couldn't argue with that. Even if he wanted to, he knew you wouldn't let him. Pursing his lips before leaning down to press a quick kiss on your forehead. "I'll meet you at Janey's later tonight." "I'll be waiting."

#Handsome Jack #handsome jack x reader #borderlands #borderlands the pre sequel #x reader #sorry if this isn't the best #I'm trying my best with Jack

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acreaturecalledgreed · 10 months

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Could you please talk about sto?

I tried to search for him in the tags but maybe they're not working for me and I'd like to know more about the man (🪱 worm🪱)

What does he like to do.... His dreams.... If he has friends...

okay so i had to do some nonsense to type this out b/c its too much to type on the phone but also tumblr desktop is still super fucking borked for me in terms of asks and i dont know why

sto is a member of a sapient alien species of giant ice worms! they are extremely solitary and would be considered violent by most standards though they tend not to view themselves as such. their langue is almost entire compromised of "writing" in the form of how the tunnels they burrow through are made, arranged, textured, and their depth, as well as supplemented by various deep subsonic sounds

they exist in a very stream-of-conciousness sort of way, as they literally "write" as they move; in the strange way, they're sort of constantly narrating their own existence

their planet is largely comprised of ice and water but has large swathes of mineral deposites scatter through- some make islands, some are just deposits on the "seabed" (majority is frozen; water really only happens in certain parts during the hottest part of their planetary cycle)

most of the fauna and flora on the planet have to be extremely hardy, as nuritent sources are not the most prominent (they're there! but its not easy), and the planet only has one or two carnivorous species (of which the worms are one of them)

they are cannibalistic as well as feeding off of other species, but dont need to eat exceptionally often as their bodies have this sort of hyper efficiency thing going on

i also have uuhh plotted out a lot of how their ahem reproductive lives work but we can get into that another time

sto's species is considered EXTREMELY dangerous for any offworld travelors as their very sensitive to sound and movement on the surface of the planet and they do Not turn up a chance at easy prey; they also were not believed to be more than just large animals (sto is so far the first the only evidence that their species is not only sapient, but Extremely intelligent, but most dont know about him)

b/c of how their communication works they have a sort of culture that highly empasizes the individual as an aspect of religion (they sort of consider themselves their own gods?) and an emphasis on the endless pursuit of knowledge, as basically most of what they do is write and think

people still come to this planet, however, as its the only known source of an extremely bizarre, highly radioactive mineral that is highly sought after for ~~weaponry~~ RESEARCH purposes, as it's basically so potent it can rip you apart at the molecular level, while also being strangely easy to manipulate and channel

as a result the planet is sort of infamous as a massive death planet where you either get eaten or freeze to death, and mostly only hired hands go there for samples Or ppl who are weird and want to research that planet Specifically (put a pin in this)

so sto HAS seen humans (and other sapient species from off planet) before, and he's eaten his fair share, but mostly hes just extremely curious about them and spent a lot of time "watching" them (the worms have eyes but their sight is Not Great)

and he like. wow he thinks hands are so cool. hands and arms. its so easy to manipulate things!!! if he wants to do that he has to use his tongues. thats so cool he wants hands.

anyway (fake science babble) over the course of like a century this weird little piss has made a device utilizing aforementioned mineral to blast himself apart at a molecular level and reconstruct it as he has pre-programmed it to- resulting in him being able to be _shaped_ into a humanoid form (this is important- he does not know how humans Work inside. he had to guess a lot of things and he largely only managed to look kind of human on a surface level; his bone structure is almost entiely guesswork b/c he knows humans have SOMETHING inside them because they are crunchy, etc. he's mostly worm once you get past the skin. even the skin isnt quite right, because he had not Yet learned what human skin even feels like. he just defaulted to a sort of velvet-soft flesh not unlike what the worms have on spots where theyre not as heavily furred)

eventually he encounters a merc ship and the ppl on board are like "hey what the shitting fucking hell is that thats a guy but thats not a guy what the Fuck"

he can't talk, he doesnt emote, he seems to barely be able to walk, to them he's like a newborn, almost

this is where his "present" story begins to kick off- because on board this ship is a xenobiologist who has gotten free access onboard in exchange for functioning as a ship medic

this is delilah. she is a devout bapist from whatever deep south america there still is on future earth. she loves xenobiology. she ESPECIALLY loves "efficient" xeno-animals. shes here because she Fucking Loves These Worms. These Worms Are Her Favourite. shes also completely fucking insane. whatever you are picturing she looks like you are probably wrong.

shes like hey. that weird guy might die out there hes like. naked. even if hes a ken doll. and theyre like yeah youre right. its cold. theres worms. why is he even fucking here what is going on.

so they drag him on board and internally he's like ": }"

anyway with a lot of poking prodding and meet-cute delilah eventually comes to a Realization of what this dude is even if she doesnt get How this dude is and she promptly loses her whole fucking brain because this is the bestest and coolest thing that has ever happened to her

this is also the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to her shipmates, because theres a fucking death worm on the ship and they left planet side hours ago

so (hand waves a lot of deal making deliberation discussion) evnetually sto is just sort of adopted as a member of the crew, more or less, even if most of the crew is Very Uncomfortable

he and delilah get slowly better at communicating, because they are both very smart and both trying Extremely hard to meet eachother halfway

eventually they become and item and its cute and horrifying and bizarre and delilah gets to fuck her special interest its Amazing and sto has barely any understanding of a _partner_ but he _has_ had brief mates before and he understands that humans tend to stay with their mates and also not mutilate or attempt to eat their mates and he is a Very Good At Human Good Boy and he will Not hurt delilah he loves her very much in his little worm hearts (not that delilah would mind getting murdered by her worm boyfriend, she is, in fact, bonkers)

"sto" is called "sto" b/c thats what the crew started calling him. depending on who you ask its short for either "stoic" or "stowaway"

sto is a "man" because delilah roughly explained the cocnept of gender to him and he was like "oh okay That One" but he doesnt really give a shit about pronouns, he barely understnads what pronouns are

he is delilah's boyfriend/research assistant/research subject and totgethor Adventures happen idk

his humanoid appearance i have not yet made decent art of but you can get an idea by knowing that hes White (like, literally stark white. like snow. not like white as in how some humans are white) and aesthetically largely based on the anime mad scientist trope bc i love it

see also this post

#sto #sto the worm #oc talk

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ventruevitae · 1 year

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What made Mitchell interested/curious about Beckett first? How did her first meetings with Anatole go? What does she like best in a potentially long-term relationship? How does the polycule handle fights or disagreements (about actions or politics or whatever)?

In the kindest way possible, Beckett is a Whole Freak. He is just so unbelievably goddamn weird and so very much himself, there was an almost uncomfortable air of authenticity to him that Mitchell just kind of naturally gravitated towards. She's also just super fucking bizarre and doesn't bother to change herself up much if other people don't like it, but that doesn't mean she enjoys the judgment she gets for what are just harmless quirks of her personality. Again, none of that with Beckett.

He was also literally the only person in LA at the time who was speaking to her like she was an actual person and not just some Camarilla lackey. They communicate in a very similar tone of "kind of sounds like an asshole but they usually aren't intentionally, however the delivery of whatever they're saying is atrocious so it's a common mistake." If you listen to the two of them speaking with each other, on the surface it just sounds flat-out rude 80% of the time lmao.

She also hung onto the fact that he was actually fairly openly concerned for her well being right at the end of Bloodlines, which is again, something no one else was really concerned about at all. Of course, it still didn't stop her from edging dangerously close to death, but y'know, the sentiment was nice.

With Anatole, she was... honestly maybe more nervous that she wanted to admit? Which in hindsight was a bit ridiculous, but it takes her a whole to get comfortable with people. There was some slight fear of being replaced, or worse yet, she was just a stand-in for Anatole. This dissipated within ten minutes, if even that. They clicked almost immediately and spent most of the night going back & forth in conversations that were only half comprehensible to non-Malkavians. Aside from Anatole, her only other solid experience with her clan had really been Therese and Jeanette, and that relationship is neutral at best. They also very quickly discovered a mutual love of playfully torturing their shared Gangrel lmfao, not even just in bed just like. They generally get a kick out of teaming up against him for extended elaborate bits. Beckett suffers.

Mitchell's biggest thing is the ability to feel comfortable. Give her space she needs and take a genuine interest in listening to her, that sort of thing. She doesn't consider herself high-maintenance, she just needs to know she's still valued. She's been in relationships in the past where she was just 'tolerated' and can't stand the idea of going back to that, so while boundaries are fine & expected, she won't stick around if she's being made to feel like a burden. You might struggle a bit to be with her if you need to hear a lot of verbal reassurance, because she's more a physicality/'thinking of you' gifts partner. She likes coming back with small trinkets whenever she travels, which is pretty frequently. Oh, and that's another thing. She can't stay in one place too long. Yes, she's got a little home base apartment that she mostly uses to store things, but otherwise, if she's not travelling with Beckett, she's out & about in her van. She was absolutely doing #vanlife before it was a trend lmao and her set up is extremely comfortable + functional.

Honestly I don't think they fight... super often? Not in a group, anyway. Mild disagreements are usually just solved with some space and an adult discussion when everyone has cooled off. & as much as I hate to say it, I don't even know how strongly any of them feel about Kindred politics. Mitchell is pretty over it after everything that happened during Bloodlines (which is largely why she doesn't stick around with the Anarchs even if she agrees with the moment in principle), Beckett is more into his research, VV has her club, God knows what Anatole is usually up to, and Agathon is technically a missing person according to the New York Chantry lmao. No one is really getting into any heated debates here tbh, it's probably just an unspoken "why even go there?" rule.

#thank u for asking <3<3<3<3 #i love them i dont talk abt them enough.#i imagine its like the queer seinfeld posts on here. tbh. with everyone in the same room.#oc tag #amber mitchell #fledgling polycule #vtmb

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 6

The eve of race day. You had woken up early as planned. Zemo would be here soon to pick you up. You had packed a little case for the weekend, but you had spent the entire in nervous excitement.

You would be staying with Zemo. At his place. Just the two of you.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Zemo: I'm outside.

You grab your bag and head outside, locking up behind you. Not at all surprised to find another car of his waiting for you. He was leaning against the hood of the car.

You smile as you approach him.

"Miss me?" You asked, teasing him.

"Every day since I left."

You laugh softly, but you could tell he meant his reply. Your poor heart was going crazy.

Zemo takes your bag and puts it safely in the car. You climb in while he does. Once he's in, you settle for the long drive down to the track. The radio plays quietly in the background.

"You can sleep if you like, I promise there won't be any speed racing along the way," he chuckles.

You smile as you get as comfortable as you can in a car. "I think I'll do that, an hour or so."

You're didn't even make an hour before you woke up, but a lot of distance had been covered. Zemo smiles at you as you shift in your seat, waking up fully.

"Coffee?"

You glance down to see two take out cups, steam still rising from them, slotted between you in cup holders. You smile as you take one.

"Thanks. You stopped for coffee?"

"The least I could do for coming to get you so early," he smiles sweetly. "I can pull over at the next stop if you're hungry, but we won't be on the road for too much longer now."

"I'll wait then. Thanks." You open the cup and inhale that delicious scent. A beautiful way to wake up.

Conversation is kept causal for the rest if the trip. Soon Zemo pulls up at a nice house. He wasn't kidding when he said it was bigger than your little apartment.

You climb out of the car and look up at it.

"This is nice."

"Thank you. It's just one of my houses." He comes to stand beside you. You eye him in slight suspicion.

"One of your houses? How many houses do you have?"

"Several. Most of them in Europe."

You continue to look at him with suspicion.

"I figured you had money because of all the cars, but I'm thinking there's more to it than that."

He gives a cheeky grin as he walks up to the front door.

"Perhaps."

Who is this man?

You follow him to the door and then enter as he opens it for you. The inside is super nice. Doesn't exactly looked lived in, but you can tell it's his place.

"Now this suits you," you say, looking around the room.

"Does it? You fit in quite nicely too."

You smile as you make yourself comfortable. Zemo drops your bag by the door and comes over to sit with you.

"I have something I want to ask you. I don't need an answer right away, but I want to ask you now."

"Why is it?" You turn tour body so you're giving him your full attention.

"I have been debating this for days, but what you say if I asked you to work for me?"

Your gaze flickers between his eyes, your brain trying to catch up with what he just said. Work for him? Like... work for him? What would you even do?

"You do realise I'm no mechanic. I make coffee for a living."

"I'm aware."

"What can I possibly do for you?"

"Assist me? Manage me?" He sat their smirking at you.

"Manage you? I don't know what in doing most of the time, and you want me to manage you? Don't you have a manager?"

"Myself."

"You can do that?"

"I can," he chuckles. "If you worked with me, you could be at every race. I would get to see you every day."

"You are honest to God serious?"

"I am."

You gaze down at your lap in thought. He was actually offering you a job. You would have so much to look up before hand, but what if you took it?

You look up to see him looking at you.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask for," he says, smiling. He gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you breakfast.

You're already pulling out your phone, researching what you may need to help him.

It would be pretty cool to tell people you were the manager of Helmut Zemo. Certainly more exciting than the barista who makes nice coffee.

You eat, Zemo shows you the room he had made up for you, and then you both head out to see the car. You spend all day watching him go up and down the airstrip, beating his own record.

He was ready for tomorrow.

Race day. You're both up early. Zemo talks you through the day and what he has prepared for you. You're on the list for his crew, so you'll have access to the areas he team do. You still get to watch from his stand.

Of course, you arrived together. He parks up and you walk into the stadium. You're keeping your eye out. Zemo knows what for.

It's not until you're outside waiting for Zemo to change when you see them. Stark has arrived, in his gear, your friend under his arm as they wave at the crowds. All cameras on them.

He did it. He made it public.

Your friend was smiling away and waving at people, kissing his jaw and placing her hand on his chest.

Despite the display, it didn't seem real to you. She couldn't see it, but you could.

A hand is placed in your shoulder. You look up to see Zemo standing beside you. His eyes are on you, but you know he saw them.

"She may not forgive me, but I will not forgive him for breaking her heart when the time comes."

Zemo says nothing and nods once.

You turn your eyes away from the 'happy couple' and look at the car. It looked all shiny and new.

"You've got this today," you say, turning to smile at him.

"I know," he replies with a cocky smile.

You find yourself teaching for his hand and smiling softly at him. His fingers curl around yours.

"I'll be right here when you cross that finish line," you tell him.

"And then drinks."

"Ah yes, our date. How can I forget?"

"I have one more request before I go out there."

"Oh?"

Zemo brings you entwined hands to his lips and kisses yours softly.

"Call me Helmut. I want to hear you say my name at least once."

You smile.

"Alright. Then, this is for you, Helmut." You lean in and press a firm kiss to his cheek, caressing the other one with your free hand.

He smiles.

The way you say his name sets alight all those feelings be bad been trying to contain.

You pull away.

"You better go."

You can hear the racers being called to the starting line. He squeezes your hand and reluctantly lets go. You pick up his helmet and give it to him. Once it's on, he climbs into the car and you watch as he follows the other drivers. You quickly climb over the barricade to the stands and watch from up there, wanting to see his car for as long as you could.

You hadn't noticed the way your friend had been looking at you from across the way.

You stand on edge. You had this really good gut feeling in your stomach. Something was telling you this was going to be the day.

The lights change. The engines rev. You close your eyes to listen to the sound. It's the greatest sound in the world. The flag waves, tyres spin. They're off.

You don't even realise you're holding your breath.

The cars are out of sight so quickly, you then your gaze to the screen. Right there in front of you is Stark and Zemo.

They move in perfect sync around the track, not once colliding with the other. It's almost as if they're playing a careful game. Your poor lip will be so sore from your nervous nibbles.

Stark takes the lead for quite some time, but Zemo is right there behind him.

"Please. Please." You're whispering to yourself. You have fingers crossed, you're unable to stand still as you watch, you're pleading with whoever is listening.

The last leg of the race is approaching.

The standard across from you cheer loudly. That's Stark's lot.

You're beginning to doubt that feeling you had.

It all happens so quickly.

Just as you blink, that purple beauty of a car pulls ahead. It's as if it had been saving it's energy for the last hurdle. You gasp sharply as he pulls so far ahead, even Stark is confused. You're not sure if you dreamt it or it as that car speeds across the finish line.

You can't contain how happy you are. You run from the stands, jump the barricade and run as fast as your feet will take you. By the time you get down to the arena, all cars have crossed the line. No casualties on this day.

Zemo is out of his car, helmet taken from him by one of the others. He sees you coming and opens his arms. You're off your feet as soon as your arms around him. He's laughing in your ear.

"You did it! You did it!" You're laughing, smiling, cheering.

He puts you down, but he doesn't let go. You hold onto him tightly. People gather to take photos or to try and interview him, but neither of you care.

You pull back enough to look at him.

He kisses you.

Right there in front of everyone. Cameras are flashing, people are shouting his name.

No one else matters.

You smile against his lips.

You only let go when you have to. He gets taken off for his award, but you're not far behind. You're so proud of him.

Stark looks at him from the second place podium. Your friend on the other side from where you stand.

She doesn't look happy.

Once the formalities are over, Zemo returns to you and puts his arm around your shoudler. You're both smiling like fools as you walk back.

He beat Stark. He did it.

And he kissed you!

You're over the moon. This could honestly be pinned as the best day of your life.

It's not until you're out of sight from the press when he pins you up against the wall and claims your lips again. You melt against him, letting him kiss you over and over.

Neither of you were even bothered about the race anymore. He just wanted you.

You part, but only slightly.

"Zemo-"

"No."

"Helmut," you chuckle, "I'm accepting the job offer."

"That didn't take much convincing," he teases.

You roll your eyes and pull him back to you, kissing him again.

Meanwhile, in Stark's locker, your friend was going crazy. She was looking at her phone which was blowing up with images of you and Zemo kissing.

Today was suppose to be the day she could proudly go public about her and Stark, but even that had been stolen from them.

Tony looked at her from across the room.

"Let me tell you something interesting," he said, not all sounding affected by his loss today.

She goes over to hear what he has to say.

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#helmut zemo x reader #zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo #baron helmut zemo #AU #marvel #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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just-here-for-the-art-shit · 2 years

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List of some of my favorite tropes that I can think off of the top of my head. Will be editing this post over time as it's way too big to do all now.

Anyone/Anything and any kind of occupation who sucks at said profession, or was not made for what they are "supposed to be". I.E. Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon

Assassin with terrible aim/grossed out by death/hates killing people.

Wizards who can't do shit but they're along for the ride.

Chefs that cannot cook but are so nice that everyone pretends their food is delicious while they die inside.

Sex-repulsed incubi/succubi.

Vampire who faints at the sight of blood.

Monster hunters who consistently fall in love with just about every monster they encounter - it's a problem for everyone around.

Legitimately illiterate writer (Who ends up being the best storyteller you've ever heard - but they can't read or write any of that shit)

Enemies to Lovers in literally almost any scenario

Also: Two enemies that become enemies-to-lovers because they team up to get another enemies-to-lovers couple together.

Villains/Heroes:

A person who becomes a villain to give the hero something to do and uplift them.

A person who becomes the villain to prepare the hero for worse/make them stronger.

A self-proclaimed super villain who, from a moral standpoint, is not really a villain. AND super villains who keeps doing good things for people by accident.

Villains and heroes who have big fights and put on shows, acting like they hate one another, but if the other were in danger, they'd rush to their aid.

Hero that doesn't realize they're a hero/good things happen around them for no reason

A broken, beaten hero/villain that warns their nemesis about a "far greater evil" and to not engage in combat with said evil.

Villains and heroes who know one anothers identities, but have an agreement to not fight in civilian personas - leading to heated sarcasm battles at the coffee shop

Heroes and villains who loudly announce their attack names despite a confused crowd of onlookers.

Villain and hero roommates who are totally aware of one another's profession and could literally not give a fuck.

Heroes that are worse than the villain.

Heroes who comes to realize that commanders/organization is actually a lot worse than the villains and that they've been the villain this whole time, and seek out the other for comfort and guidance.

Young/New hero seeking out the villain that beat them to ask them to train the hero.

Royalty/chain of command Au's:

Prince/king/commander/etc x bodyguard/right hand (Platonic or Romantic

Warlords in a love/hate relationship

The old as time trope of royalty x commoner.

Human royalty messing with god-like or fantastical creatures unknowingly

Fantasy Creatures/Mythology:

Species x Species (Platonic or Romantic)

Human x Species (Platonic or Romantic)

Monster Hunter x Monster WILL ALWAYS BE ONE OF TOP FAVS!!!

Half-breeds/Quarter-breeds/So many breeds of monster they don't know wtf to call themselves "I think my great great great grandmother was a Dhampir?"

Obscure monsters that the author spent way too long researching.

Mermaids, Vampires, Werewolves, Angels & Demons - if it's been used a million times it's still good.

God x Unknowing/Knowing Follower (Romantic or Platonic)

A powerful being such as a god or mythical beast looking down on humans, only to be severely injured one day and wake up in the care of a 'lowly human', queue heart-eyes.

Humans (Especially children) who've gone astray, protected by ruthless "blood thirsty" beasts.

Gods (Like Zeus) going through or being punished by human law - I.E. Zeus has to go to mandated counseling because of all the people he has sexually harassed. Queue humans trying to explain to the almighty thunder god that, no, you cannot just f*ck anyone and everything. Zeus doesn't get it.

Building off the last one: Children who's parent is a god, and instead of it being a cool "I'm a demi-god" thing, it's an awkward life story of trying to explain why they need to pay child support and gods taking their kids to mundane human events like soccer matches and going way overboard.

A witch who later reveals that none of their spells, potions, herbs etc work - it's all a bunch of bullshit and they don't know why people still believe gemstones are magical. But they're the witch of the story and they can't just up and quit their job.

Powerful Friendships:

Hero and Blacksmith/Armorer/Innkeeper.

Short lesbian and Tall Frat Boy, or the other way around.

Doctor and Soldier/Warrior

Gay and Straight friendships comfortable with their sexualities

Two gay people that everyone thinks are a couple when they're actually BFF's that realize that they would probably murder one another in a romantic relationship

Killer and person they are supposed to kill but they "never get around to it." Both are completely aware of this and fine. "Yeah, Jerry was contracted to kill me so one day I might just wake up with knife in my chest but eh, he makes good soup. It would be worth it."

Random:

Humorous Fictional Characters/empires that are allegories for real life empires/historical figures

Straight characters who are very gay for their best buddies

Gay characters who are very straight for their best buddies

Two Dumbasses (Romantic/Platonic) that say "No homo bro" in the most random scenarios that don't even make sense.

People who swear a lot forced to replace all their curse words around children. "WHAT in the FRUITCAKE is going on with you MOTHER LOVING WITCHES!?"

Suspiciously intelligent babies giving their parents a run for their money.

Babies with mysterious powers giving their parents a run for their money, I.E. Jack-Jack from The Incredibles 2.

The "Chosen one" just being some random guy.

#tropes #writing tool #writing tools #favorite tropes #to be edited

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how would the main characters from star wars react if their so was gushing to them about something they're super passionate about and it made them mega happy? like the fluffy soft vibes i get from this m e l t s my heart 😭

this is making my cold heart feel things

anakin would literally LIGHT UP (okay not literally but like his face would be pretty fucking happy) because there is nothing he loves more than seeing his s/o get excited over things they love. also, because you guys are bonded through the force he feels it through that as well and the whole room literally uplifts and it’s his favourite thing in the galaxy

obi-wan would purposefully go out his way to mention the thing. similar to anakin, there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of his partner gushing about their favourite things. however common or however niche that thing may be, he actively encourages you to talk about it

luke would make a point to find out more about the subject so you guys can talk in detail about it. he loves how excited you get and how your face lights up whenever you talk about the thing™ and after a while, he gets very passionate about it too

leia would try and learn interesting facts about the subject so she can contribute whenever you’re gushing & rambling, and it only increases tenfold when you see her taking an interest in it too. and, whenever she’s away from you and needs cheering up, she simply thinks about the bright look on her face and her mood becomes a thousand times better.

han, bless his heart, tries his best to actively take an interest but he has 1000 things going through his mind so he simply listens. he’ll cling onto every word you have to say, trying to contribute where he can. he’ll also give you a massive hug after because he’s never seen something so cute.

poe gets just as excited as you. he’ll be all like ‘omg no way’ and ‘that’s so cool’ because his heart genuinely cannot handle how cute it is when his s/o is all happy and excited. then, if you’re away on a mission, he’ll research the topic so he can surprise you with it when you get back

finn could probably cry when it happens because he spent his whole life in the most emotionless place ever, so seeing you so open and passionate makes his heart go off. he’ll probably just sit there and watch with a watery smile because he’s so in awe of how passionate and driven you are

rey is a very excitable person so after a while she’d probably be just as passionate about it as you are (or maybe she’s just really passionate about you). she sort of feeds off the people around her, especially her s/o and nothing beats the feeling of their happiness

#star wars preferences #star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #luke skywalker x read #leia orgama x reader #han solo x reader #poe dameron x reader #finn x reader #rey x reader #star wars x reader

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everyothermouse · 3 years

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A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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xanderwithanx · 3 years

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Chloe does night-time diary posts on HER tumblr, so I'm going to start doing them here, sometimes. It would be nice if you read it, but, please, don't feel obligated! This is more for me to write.

(I got tired of my normal journal, I guess. It's full of bad poetry anyway. Besides, where's the thrill of losing anonymity in a physical notebook?)

I've basically been asleep and depressed for several days, because I had withdrawal after not being able to get my adhd meds. But, I got it today, and DID THINGS. (This is SO much better than before!)

Today, I went to a small café or restaurant (focused on tea) called Alice's Teacup that was Alice in Wonderland themed! My long-standing obsession with Alice in Wonderland knows no bounds. It was a really cute place. I got pumpkin pancakes, and some really good iced tea. Like... REALLY good iced tea.

Still, it seemed like the entire place was geared towards having a pot of tea and snacks with your friends, which left me a bit lonely. The person I asked couldn't come, and by the time I heard back, I was more than halfway there. Still, I read Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and watched Monty Python on my phone, so I still had a good time!

I dressed pretty eccentricly and effeminately all day, but, with my facial hair, I was ALWAYS coded as a man, even by people on the street! Pastels, a stupid hat, a crop top, and facial hair was a winning combination.

On my way, I was stopped by some guys soliciting for charity. I don't make a habit of stopping for strangers on the streets of Manhattan. What if it's a scam? What if I'm being pressured to buy something? What if it's a strange political rant? But, I had already taken my earbuds off, I wasn't in a hurry, and I'm terminally polite. The first guy said he liked my energy, which seemed to come from a genuine place, because I liked his too!

They were asking for donations for a breast cancer charity, the United Breast Cancer Foundation. After a discussion, it seems like the charity helps pay medical debt, medical bills, and other practical needs, which is much better than *some* others I could name. I regretted not being able to give their minimum there, as it was pretty high, but told them I'd give what I could when I got on the website.

I... did not. Money is tight, because I'm bad and irresponsible with money, even though this is more than a worthy cause. I didn't NEED to go to that tea place, and I don't NEED to spend so much money on food. Sure, I can justify it: I wanted to go to that place for so long, and it was near the college anyway! But, if I was responsible with money, you KNOW my friends direct fundraising drives would go first, worthy charities second. Still, I feel bad about it.

Then, I went to the college library, to get books to start my thesis research. I have literally been unable to go to the college itself, aside from getting my ID, so this was great! There just wasn't a reason. It was... very empty. I went to the library stacks, which was deathly quiet and deeply haunted by the old books. I half expected something to pop out at me, as I turned the stacks, but I wasn't even paranoid or anxious. It was like I was in something else's house. I was welcome, but on thin ice.

I picked up an irrelevant psychology book on the "schizophrenia problem" from the 1930s, out of morbid fascination, and quickly put it down when it threatened to shatter in my hands.

Some students walked past (which was a suprise in those monastic basement library stacks), and I added something to their conversation, in a totally natural and casual way. But, omg the poor girls, I made them jump! Luckily, I'm the least threatening person on earth, and we laughed it off.

After a lot of hunting, I got 5 out of my 10 books (for the most part)! (The rest are, sadly, online. I like to read physical copies.) Strangely, I only came in with a list to get 3 books out of 6.

Most of the books I got are about art in the AIDS crisis, which is the core of my thesis, I think, all with different value. One about exhibitions, one about the larger narrative of those gay artists, and another contradicting the larger narrative.

I also got a book about "Art and Homosexuality". Just, the parallel construction of both "art" and "homosexuality" across cultures and times, from earliest history to the modern age. It wasn't on my initial list, but I'm really excited to read it.

Finally, I got a book called "The Thief, the Cross and the Wheel", about the pain and spectacle of punishment in Medieval and Renaissance European art. I'm mainly interested in Italian Renaissance art of the crucifixion--and its masochism--for the second quarter of my thesis.

The rest are online, and Should mostly focus on Bacchus in the Italian Renaissance (especially through art) and what I call the art of "gay liberation", concurrent with the AIDS crisis (i.e. The Cockettes). These two topics make up the last half of my thesis.

I'm SO excited to get started!!

I even got to cross the college's sky-bridges! (The college is a few skyscrapers.) Still, the loneliness and novelty were kind of the same thought. Imagine if I had been here before COVID, or, if COVID hadn't happened. Who would I have been able to meet? What would the college buildings mean to me? Because, for now, they're just buildings. But, I got to see the street from above, and that was amazing!

Just walking through New York--the Upper East Side--on a cool, sunny day was beautiful. It takes 20-30 minutes to get from my place to the college (and the tea place), but it was great being able to listen to my music (a lot of They Might Be Giants on the playlist today) and see the city. You know, people, super cool old architecture being pushed out by terrible new architecture, and pigeons.

Oh my god, the pigeons. I took pictures, but none of them are good. I kept thinking about how pigeons and doves are functionally the same. We domesticated pigeons, which is why they're here, and no one is stopping to notice them? Even the ones that were splotched with pure white, like doves? There's only so many pigeons you can take until they're just white noise and a nuisance, I know, so don't think I'm blaming anyone! But it's so hard to look away from these quirky little birds.

Also, at one point my walk, I was vaping very strategicly. The mental task of searching through library stacks will do that to you, when you already have an addiction to nicotine. I made sure no one was around, and no one would be affected. I stopped on a corner next to an old, ornate Catholic church while the traffic light changed, and I almost juuled right next to a priest! I'm glad I stopped. I don't believe in Hell, but, I would have walked down there myself had I vaped at a priest. Still, the church advertised itself as LGBT+ friendly, so maybe they aren't so trigger happy on the damnation. Either way, I DIDN'T vape at a priest today, which is good.

Once I got back, I spent a few hours watching things with my amazing girlfriend Chloe, who you may know here as @cisphobiccommunistopinions. She is so beautiful, and I love her more every day, every time I see her. God, it's almost been 5 years!

I just wish I could spend more time with her. She's in Virginia, and I'm in New York. Like she said to me earlier, I'm flighty at the best of times, and, with my lack of object permanence for the digital world, I find myself not giving her the attention I deserve, or, the full connection I long to have with her. We used to live together. Luckily, someday we will live together again! All these problems won't be forever, and we can live together again.

We watched a lot of things, but we're pretty deep into Serial Experiments Lain right now. It's a postmodern anime from the 90s, and, wow, do I have no idea what's going on in it. It's about the internet, and potentially schizophrenia as well. However, I'm obsessed! One day I'll be able to crack this artistic code, and it's unreality, thematic knots, and double-meanings. I will probably understand it better on the second watch. I don't see myself in Lain, but I see my 14 year old self in her, when I had just developed schizophrenia. Her cyberpunk fate seems like it's railroaded towards tragedy, but I want to save her, even if it's silly and irrational.

I told Chloe that I was scared about spilling apple cider on my library books, and she referred to it as "The Great Apple Juice Disaster of September 11, 2021." To which I said that it was the second worst thing to happen in New York on that date. It was funnier if you were there, and also were in my brain at the time.

Anyway, tomorrow I'm meeting some online acquaintances from the college's "Queer Srudent Union" at a Japanese Culture Fair in a park. (I do not know which park.) It emphasizes "fun"! I don't know them very well, but they're friends with the one person I know irl, so it should be good.

Tomorrow night, I should Probably head downtown to check out a gallery show by MFA (masters of fine arts) students at Hunter! After all, I was in a group project with one of them, and they're absolutely brilliant. I missed the Thursday gallery opening by a landslide, because of the aforementioned lack of adhd meds and Being Asleep, which I infinitely regret. I could have listened to all the artists and curators talk about their art and exhibition! Maybe I could have even talked with the artists and curators. But, it's best for me to go sooner, rather than later, so I don't forget. And, I REALLY want to go.

It's "This dialogue which happened to be present in all other dialogues" at the Alyssa Davis Gallery. From the email I got, "Each of these works observes a threshold of transition. [...] [These] intimations [are] of a frame of mind shared by the artists. These works perform, record, access, engage, document, and entrap, embalming the viewer within the gallery space."

sgp is a really good artist, by the way. Their work is just next-level. Be sure to check out their art, if you have a chance. Let me link their portfolio: https://saragracepowell.com/

(I highly suspect spg and the other member of my group project ghosted me afterwards, but I understand. I was really in over my head. Still, they're both really sweet and kind people, don't get it twisted!)

I ALSO really want to see The Cake Boys. They're performing at the 3 Dollar Bill in Brooklyn on September 26th. (It's only $15!) They're the only all drag king collective in NYC! (Are... there any Other all drag king collectives out there?) Other than the fact that a lot of them are trans or nonbinary, which I love, this show is a totally non-judgmental competition for over 40 drag kings! I've heard their shows are hilarious and unique.

I just have to wait until I have $15 to spare. I... didn't eat dinner tonight, because I'm irresponsible with my money and don't want to ask my parents for money... again. Don't worry, it's literally fine, and I don't make a habit of doing this!

Which reminds me! For my birthday, my parents gave me a gift card to Lush! I'm definitely going to Lush tomorrow, which will be great. I would describe my personality as "Lush store employee acosting you about a bath bomb demonstration", so I'll fit right in.

I also made a transition timeline, to show how much I've changed on testosterone. For the better, I hope! I really believe I'm becoming, if not Have Become, the man I was always meant to be. It's so strange to look back at who I was not too long ago, and to know the absolute pain I was in. It's also strange, in a good way, to see the man looking back at me in the selfies. I'm so much happier now! Much more candid in my pictures, at least. But, I know that I'm so much more comfortable as myself than I was even 6 months ago. It's strange. Sometimes I think to myself, "I don't pass yet; I'm not who I Need To Be yet." Then, I look at my selfie from today, and... I'm THERE. My mind just hasn't caught up with my amazing, natural, normal reality.

The end. I have to get ready for bed, (even though I could be partying on a Saturday night in the city. I'm lame.) If you actually read this, I am kissing you on the mouth right now. I hope it made you calm down tonight, like a terrible bedtime story. If you didn't read it and just skipped to the end, don't worry: you did the rational thing.

#long post #diary entry

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dreams-of-headcanons · 7 years

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US + SF skelebros with a dear friend that never seems to invite them over to their own home. They just want to spend as much time as possible with the skeleton, when asked about their past they are avoidant. Turns out that they're a merperson that used an old spell to walk on land because they fell in love with the skeleton. The spell means that their love must be returned by sunset on the 30th day or they will become seafoam. They had no intention of telling them. What happens from here?

Hello again ;) both this part and the first one will be on THIS link. Or by clicking/tapping "mermaid ask" in the tags.

Underswap

Blueberry

Berry is so excited it takes him a few minutes to process everything. He goes from “YOU’RE A MERPSERSON!? THAT’S SOO COOOL!!!” to “WOWIE! YOU GOT LEGS BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO HANG OUT WITH THE MAGNIFICENT SANS!!?” and then “YOU… YOU LIKE ME SO MUCH YOU WERE WILLING TO RISK YOUR LIFE TO BE WITH ME FOR JUST A MONTH!?” He went from super happy to super sad. With tears in his eye sockets he kneels before you dramatically and vows with passion that he’ll save you from your fate. He takes you on a lot of dates, especially picnics. He makes good, picnic worthy food and picks the best spots. He even has the classic picnic basket and checkered blanket except the blanket is sky blue instead of red. He also asks Undyne for advice and takes you with him once so she can examine you. He looks nervous and hopeful for Undyne to figure something out. By the evening of the 29th day he’s panicking. And calming him down is proving VERY difficult. On the 30th day he keeps crying like he’s having mood swings because he’s trying really hard to NOT be sad but he can’t help it. At some point he’s leaned against you, sniffling and tired from all his outburst, as you do all you can to soothe him. While you have him calm he realizes something that he wouldn’t have noticed while frantic. His soul is aching. This is when he realizes he’s succeeded and suddenly he sits up and looks at you with the brightest smile he’s ever had, his eye lights shaped like stars, and says to you in an excited tone “I LOVE YOU!” He gets so excited he starts crying happy tears as he dances around the room with you in his arms, chanting those 3 beautiful words.

Stretch

He looks calm when he finds out but there’s fluster and concern steadily creeping into his face. You risked your life just to spend a month with him? “gosh… i’m not that cool am i..?” He has his own mild insecurities. Sure the regulars at Muffet’s like him but no one’s ever liked him this much. He feels bad and isn’t sure what to do other than go research and ask Undyne for help. He starts staying at your house a lot while he tries to figure out a way to save you. He always ends up falling asleep on the couch and when he wakes up you’ve moved him to the guest room. Thinking about you carry him and tuck him in makes him blush. Then he comes out of the room and finds a plate of pancakes and crispy bacon with a bottle of syrup and a bottle of honey sitting next to it. And the food is still piping hot. Oh man, you’re so perfect and good to him he feels like he doesn’t even deserve you. This routine continues until it feels almost natural except he’s started losing sleep the closer it gets to your deadline. And sleep is something that usually comes so naturally and easy to him. On the last day around lunch time he’s just trying to relax and keep you happy because there’s nothing else he can do. He’s also anxious, a feeling he’s not accustomed to because he’s normally so laid back. Then he feels a pang of pain in his soul and leaves the room to check it. It’s cracking because he’s losing hope. Because he doesn’t wanna let you go. And suddenly he can’t believe he didn’t already realize it. He had been so focused on finding some way to save you that he didn’t realize he’d fallen in love after all that time he’d spent with you. All those cute little things you would do for him while he stayed with you. He returns to the living room where you’re waiting for him and confesses to you in a nonchalant way before telling you he needs you to rush him to Undyne because his soul is cracked and his 1 hp has dropped. At least it’s stopped though, now that he knows you won’t turn into sea foam.

Swapfell

Blackberry

He’s trying to stay composed about how cool he thinks it is that you’re a merperson. He’s stuck between being flattered and being concerned. He knows he’s pretty awesome but why risk your entire life just to spend one month with him. Now he’s determined to fall in love with you and become your savior so you can dedicate more of your life to him than just a month. He plans the most perfect dates in the best locations. He also makes demands to Undyne that she help him find a way to help you. She helps him, albeit a bit begrudgingly because she doesn’t like his attitude. But he is her best friend’s little brother. Rus helps out as well because he wants Black to be happy and at some point he realizes that Black’s fallen in love before Black notices it himself. Rus has never seen him so dedicated and passionate about a single person. Not since Black beat the shit out of some monster kids that were saying mean things about his big brother when they were little. It’s during the last few days of your month and Rus thought that Black would’ve noticed by now that he was in love but the stress is getting to him. Black can’t think straight and Rus has to start giving him nudges. He starts making comments and asking question to make Blackberry think. He gets a few irritated outbursts before Black suddenly goes completely quiet and still during a rant. He turns and looks at Rus for a moment, then bolts out of the house. He almost breaks your door when he bursts into your house, probably startling the hell out of you. He traps you against the nearest surface and just stares at you for a moment, intensely, before saying “I love you…” in the softest tone he’s ever managed. But that doesn’t last long because he’s suddenly yelling it and chanting kind of aggressively while he runs around like he does when he’s had too much sugar.

Rus

He immediately feels a mix of fear and happiness. You actually like like him? You have a crush on him? He’s used to being the one that has a crush but them never noticing him in the same way. He’s never known anyone to have a crush on him. When he realizes that it’s more than a crush, that you love him, he becomes increasingly flustered. Honestly, he was already in the early stages of crushing on you because you’ve been so kind and caring to him. Now that he knows you like him he’s tempted to confess to you but he’s worried that confessing this early might be a bad idea. He wants to take things slow. Or at least as slow as he can with the limit you have. He becomes attached to you, like a lost puppy. As he spends more and more time with you his feelings grow, as does his anxiety approaching the 30th day. He’s starting to get scared and blame himself. What if he can’t save you? It’s as bad as that feeling he’s had when he couldn’t save his little brother from the human before. It’s then that he realizes his crush as evolved into full blown love if he feels as intensely about protecting you as he does about protecting his brother. After realizing this he gets straight up from where he was lying on the couch, finds you, making you pause in whatever you were doing, and kisses you without a word, pouring all his feelings into the kiss and holding you close to him.

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These are the insanely great-fitting jeans we can't get enough of — and they're about $80 each

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We recently tried Liverpool, a company that makes premium jeans known for their fit that average about $80 per pair.

Liverpool "cross-fits" their jeans across multiple body types so that two people with different shaped bodies of the same jeans size can love the way their pair fits equally.

The Insider Picks team had an overwhelmingly positive response, not just because of their affordability but because of fit, comfort, and zero break-in time.

The right pair of jeans can easily become the lifeblood of your closet. Your favorite pair is the default pick for a night out, a casual day at the office, or a trip to the grocery store. For that reason alone, the right pair is normally worth quite a bit more — just in terms of value — than almost anything else in your closet.

If you’re going to wear them multiple times a week, you want them to not only look good, but also feel good — and when you find something that fits that magical bill it’s almost too easy to justify a high cost.

So when we got a chance to review Liverpool, a jeans company that promises a comfortable, luxury fit at some of the lowest prices in the industry, I think most of us went in skeptical. Personally, I’d grown accustomed to seeing a direct correlation between how much I liked the way my jeans fit and felt and how much I had spent on them.

But after a few weeks of all of us basically living in our new jeans, the team came back with overwhelmingly positive reviews. After doing some research, it seems we aren’t the only ones: Liverpool has enjoyed triple-digit growth every year for the past three years.

Liverpool is known for fit, comfort, and price, and the foremost comes from a practice known as cross-fitting. The company doesn’t just create a single fit model and then size up accordingly, but instead "cross fits" across multiple body types to ensure anyone could enjoy the same pair of jeans even if their bodies varied greatly in shape. So, in essence, Liverpool is meant to flatter every body, rather than the one body they used for scale.

You can read more about what the women thought about their fits below, but the main reason why the jeans stood out for all of us, aside from their affordability (especially considering quality for price) was their zero break-in time, super soft material, and — of course — super flattering fits that don’t lose their shape after repeated wear.

Malarie Gokey, Insider Picks guides editor

Nordstrom

We try a lot of jeans at Insider Picks, and Liverpool's jeans are my favorites of the ones I've tested. I got the bootcut petite Lucy jeans in a nice indigo rinse that's so dark it almost looks black. The jeans fit perfectly, thanks to Liverpool's four-way stretch technology, and I love the cut. They're also the perfect length, which is something of a miracle for me (5'2" girls know what I mean). These are great classic-looking jeans that are classy enough to wear to work on Fridays or out at night, and they're not too expensive, either.

Petite Lucy Bootcut, $79

Mara Leighton, Insider Picks reporter

Nordstrom

I had never heard of Liverpool jeans before, and their reasonable pricing made me think I’d like them but not love them. However, that couldn’t have turned out to be further from the truth — I practically lived in these jeans the first week I had them. They’re flattering on (not so tight that they’re uncomfortable and not so loose they look baggy), and the material was really soft.

There was no break-in period and the repeated use didn’t stretch them out — something that I’ve found to be relatively rare and I greatly appreciated, since — like I said — I was basically living in them.

While I love a great skinny jean in line with a Mott & Bow or Rag & Bone style, these gave me the same tailored, slimming cut with way more comfort than I would ever have expected from looking at them. I’ll definitely be looking for more Liverpool pants in the future, as much for the fit and feel as for their prices.

Abby Skinny Mid-Rise Jeans, $96

Ellen Hoffman, Insider Picks editor

Nordstrom

Like Mara, I too lived in my Liverpool jeans the first week I got them. In fact, I wore them to work three days in a row without a second thought.

The skinny jeans I tried were made of a soft, stretchy denim that was comfortable and held its shape after multiple wears. They had a 26" inseam that was the perfect length for my 5'3" frame. As a petite woman, I really liked that Liverpool offered a bunch of cool cropped jean styles that genuinely looked cropped on my body, since it's sometimes difficult for shorter ladies to take advantage of popular trends like frayed hems with exposed ankle boots when we're drowning in extra fabric.

These jeans gave me the stylish cropped cut I'd been looking for (for months!) — and for less than $80. That's a lot less than the $120 to $150 I normally spend on jeans. I'm already eyeing my next Liverpool pair.

Avery High Rise Crop Skinny Jeans, $79

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