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celluloidbroomcloset · 4 months
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Y'know, Ed longs for fine things, yes? And he can steal them—he does steal them. He attacks merchant vessels and navy ships and he robs and carries off treasure. Maybe that was sort of what he intended when he first heard about Stede: find this guy, take his fine things.
But what he really wants, and what he expresses to Stede almost immediately, is for those things, and the tenderness they represent, to be given to and shared with him. Stede hands over his own clothing because Ed wants to try it and Stede wants to share it. Ed doesn't have to take anything.
Ed wants the hand that gently folds the silk his mother gave him and tells him that this is yours—not something that you have to kill and maim to have, but this tatty, damaged, old, and beautiful thing that belongs to you because it was given to you freely and that you wear well. Ed feels that—it's not something that Stede lets him have or sanctions him having because Stede is wealthy and white and landed, but something he already had because it's what his mother gave him. And Ed begins to see that in Stede—Ed can't become him and he really doesn't want to. Stede and all that he is can't be taken.
Stede is the fine thing he couldn't steal. It had to be given.
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lena-in-a-red-dress · 11 months
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All the Love, Supercorp ficlet
"Do you love me?"
The question comes soft and uncertain. Lena stops in her tracks, her soliloquy on why Kara should NOT sacrifice herself for the nth time grinding to a shuddering halt.
"Excuse me?"
Kara swallows thickly. "We promised no more secrets. I know how I feel about you, and I think you do too." She meets Lena's gaze with eyes that glimmer in the light. "Now I-- I'd like to know how you feel about me."
Lena's heart thunders in her chest, breath stolen. She struggles to reorient herself, and tries to buy herself enough time to do so.
"There are many kinds of love--"
"Yes," Kara says, nodding with all the solemnity of a diligent student in the classroom. "Humans are known to love in 8 predominant ways:
"Philia, or platonic love, as demonstrated between close friends.
"Pragma, the enduring love that persists across time.
"Storge-- the love for family, by blood or by bond.
"Ludus, playful love: the bond of humor and flirtation, regardless of age.
"Mania, or obsessive love. All consuming.
"Philautia. The love shown to oneself, the strongest foundation of all other love.
"Agape: selfless love, without expectation or transaction, given without strings. And--"
Kara pauses then, her features soft, vulnerable.
"Eros," she murmurs, with the weight of years unspoken. "Romantic love."
Lena's throat locks. She takes a quiet breath, the air trembling in her lungs. Her eyes remain locked on Kara's, unable to look away.
Kara steps forward, around the edge of the table between them.
"Do you love me, Lena?"
"Yes." The answer escapes with Lena's next breath. She can barely think, let alone move as Kara moves ever closer.
"In what way?" Kara presses gently. Lena has, after all, eight to choose from.
The truth surges from Lena and she makes no effort to curb it.
"All of them," she confesses, cheeks heating with a warmth that spreads down her neck to her chest, taking root around her heart. "Every way."
As a friend-- Lena would die happy to keep Kara in her life, whether this moment happened or not. There is no time, no reality in which Lena did not love Kara Zor-el, Lena is certain of it. Kara is a part of her now, part of her family, in a way Lex and Lillian never were.
She feels it every time Kara smiles, when Kara cracks a corny joke that has Lena laughing despite herself. At times, it feels as though Kara has permeated every fragment of Lena's life, and Lena still wants more. But even then, Lena retains the core of who she is-- herself that seems to shine brighter to be loved by Kara. And in being loved, Lena has been shown how to love herself, and everything she is.
Lena wants Kara-- in every way Kara will give. She thinks she's loved Kara since the moment she stepped into her office at L-Corp, a lifetime and reality ago. She'd wanted to ask Kara to drinks, to dinner, to bed from the first, but the moment never felt quite right-- until Lena found herself squarely in a friendship and looking on while Kara continued to date another person.
But the want never disappeared.
"In all the ways a person can love, I love you," Lena whispers.
Kara's hand slides across the tabletop to cover hers, their hips almost touching. When Kara tilts her head, their foreheads touch.
"So, please," Lena continues. "Let us help you."
Kara nods against Lena, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Okay."
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lover-of-mine · 4 months
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HOLY SHIT BUCK ENDING UP TRAPPED IN A FLOODING SPACE NOT ONLY BRINGS UP BUCK'S TRAUMA WITH BEING PINNED UNDER THE TRUCK AND ALL HIS WATER RELATED TRAUMAS BUT IF WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THE RESCUE MIRRORING THE ELEMENTS OF THE SHOOTING, THAT WOULD ALSO BRING UP A PREVIOUS TRAUMA EDDIE NEEDS TO MOVE PAST TO RESCUE HIM THE SAME WAY BUCK HAD TO WITH THE WAY HE HAD ROLL UNDER THE TRUCK TO SAVE EDDIE.
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ede917 · 2 months
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xehanortsreport · 2 days
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sighs...ansem was alone for like. 70+ years. i feel like even a relative loner like him must have been wanting for company.
anyway i headcanon him as taking a lot of strolls amongst the populace of various worlds in his potato sack form before eventually destroying them. just some mysterious, formless man. he's become a legend or cryptid in numerous societies because of it. the robed figure who shows up, watching in the corner of a busy market, or perched upon a parapet, or deep in the back of an opera house. he speaks in your head. you don't think he has a mouth.
and then shortly after, things start going...wrong. people disappearing. yellow eyes flickering in the shadows of the forest that don't seem like any animal you've ever seen. a deep chill in your bones despite the sunny day. something isn't right.
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queenpanpan · 6 months
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Headcanon that the reason scarabs hair in his human form and his shadow form in the time room are blue is because blue is his favorite color <3
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jamesbranwen · 6 months
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I just realized if Dan and Phil came back slightly earlier we could probably have gotten to round 2 of the ao3 poll at least
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twpsyn-who · 2 months
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Ok, but is there any goddamn Jean ship- BESIDES JEANMARCO- in which Jean isn't the second choice/replacing someone???
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chalkbird · 1 year
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Replaying My Time At Portia in hopes that Dr. Xu asks me out this time (some of you might know that I couldn't trigger the question with my first playground) and something just occurred to me-
Is there a possibility that the reason why I couldn't trigger this dialogue :
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Is because I hired Ack? In stardew valley, if you don't want to romance/marry anyone, you can ask Krobus to be your roommate - hiring Ack is the equivalent of that???
I'm assuming that you can be married and still hire Ack. What I mean is that, perhaps, the confession doesn't trigger because that scene alone considers hiring Ack as a helper equivalent to dating someone. I don't know, that's why I am asking.
UPDATE : Nevermind, is not Ack's fault. Goddammit
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bacchanal-if · 1 year
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I just had a terrible thought for another RO but it would mess up the whole "who is a mask?" thing.
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cherrygrudge · 7 months
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More Enforcer thoughts, but like. Besides guns, I like to imagine he has a skill for some sort of air elemental arts!
Like. Partially to make sense of how his skills do no damage, but also! His new skin has to do with paper planes a little, and his E2 Art has him hold a weird sphere in his hands - with a flower inside!
I know E2 arts aren't literal, but like. Am I communicating my vision clearly? Ish? It just seems like a neat thing, haha... especially with AK guns being Arts Units and stuff...
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thechaoticfanartist · 8 months
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Grim has Obi-Wan's lightsaber after A New Hope and I don't know what to do with this information.
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bluudpop · 10 months
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the idea that nyo!austria and meryl stryfe (trigun '98) are kinda the same bitch (in my honest opinion) is kind of wild
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stoportotouch · 7 months
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frighteningly. don carlo di vargas is basically the average of john irving and cornelius hickey.
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gochujangst · 1 year
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There's something so fucking cool about Gabriel being so fucking done with your shit in act 2 that he just whips out his goddamn prettyass swords (that he kept sheathed!) Like it's canonical that the reason why is *personal* but oh my fucking God is it so cool. I'm sounding like the Encanto corn post. Help
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