#maria answers

[peggingeddiediaz]

Is kinda sad that can't cope with bucktommy getting so much support and probably being endgame due to fan reaction that you have make a weird af polycule to deal with it

I’ve been getting so much anon hate lately that I really feel like I’ve made it 😎 I’m gonna humor you anon.

I think I’ve said it before but I don’t hate Tevan (bucktommy), I’m incredibly happy that we just got two canon queer characters on the show and that Eddie’s coming out was at least planned at one point and hopefully it’s still in the plans.

The “fan reaction” at least on tumblr and AO3 is more of a thirst reaction really, because fanon bucktommy just did what fanon buddie did but with two episodes of content.

The headcanons for the ship can be summed up in: thirst tropes for Tommy’s actor (dom top Christian grey cosplayer) sounds familiar right? (latin lover trope eddie is in the background laughing) and then you have Evan “self insert” Buckley, in a new ship but never beating the 3 tropes in a trench coat allegations.

I’ve even seen bucktommy fans use pics of Buck during season 1 so Tommy has a “twink to take care of” ???? Buck who is as big as Tommy, a twink...

And is that last part the whole problem with bucktommy as a ship. The fans are willing to pretty much ignore Buck as he is in S7, replace him with his S1 character so they can again, repeat the Top (masculine, big, dominant) Bot (skinny, childish, submissive) dynamic and rinse and repeat the same boring cycle of: character they find hot (Tommy)/ thinly veiled female coded self-insert (Buck) Same thing that happens with fanon buddie.

It is kinda sad to think that if Tommy had been a female love interest, the fan reaction would’ve been very different. I didn’t completely hate Taylor Kelly but it’s very obvious why Tommy, who also did questionable things before, gets forgiven and elevated to “best love interest” in just 2 episodes and 3 scenes.

Tommy Kinnard is just as an undeveloped as Buck's previous female love interests but he's getting a pass from the fandom because he's hot.

Fanon bucktommy is just tropey headcanon over tropey headcanon. You can enjoy that. But I hated fanon buddie for the same reason so I won’t really be entertaining fanon bucktommy either.

All of this to say I’m coming out as a Buck stan as well. He deserves to be a character and not just a flanderized headcanoned trope. So, if you ever want to hang out with the buddietommy crew give me a follow.

#maria answers #maria rants #i don't hate bucktommy #sometimes the fanonification of ships gets too annoying #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy #tevan #fandom problems #i need tommy to be the most flamboyant and campiest queen ever and see bucktommy fans “pretend” to not see it

[mariaofhatchettown]

They done kill Pete for an april fools prank 😭🙏

Aw shit he was my favorite cousin-

#maria answers

[aeaean--bliss]

PART TWO FOR "MAYBE" WITH TANGERINE PLEEEEEEEEASE 😩😩

mayhaps😎😎

#maria answers

[hollandfromhell]

salmon and hot pink 💜

salmon- would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

definietly an extrovert, i'm an introvert so i need someone to pull me out of my shell a bit :)

hot pink- what's your favorite relationship trope?

i adore soulmate aus, will read any and every one i can. But traditional trope would be enemies to lovers

thanks for the ask love bug!!!

#maria answers #asks #justapurrcat

[loudmound]

Maria in a big ass winter coat NEOW

YOU GOT IT BOSS

#maria #silent hill #maria silent hill #silent hill 2 #sh2 #artwork #fanart #doodles #stormy's art #answered asks #letmesleepy #eyestrain #i'm so sorry these have been taking so long i severely overestimated how much exec function i had for those requests #I WILL GET THEM DONE THOUGH #i promise

[queenlucythevaliant]

In Narnia, Right was right and courage came with clarity. Beauty abounded and Aslan, even across the sea, never felt so very far away.

That’s how they remembered it in England, at least. Three months gone and the edges were sanded down. Their children’s hearts remembered beauty and clung to victory. If you’re not an idealist when you’re young, there’s something wrong with you.

Peter said, and they all agreed, that their memories of Narnia were like books on a shelf. It was all still there, but filed away. To think of a particular summer dance or ship’s voyage, you had to pull the proper book from its shelf and turn the pages until you found the story you wanted. You could recall the events that way and it would be like any other memory: vivid but imperfect, bathed in old feelings and new, details intact but a fine mist of nostalgia covering the scene.

Their old skills were gone, but what use was swordsmanship in Britain? Most of the time, the Pevensie children scarcely noticed what they had lost. They played in forests and swam in ponds, went to the grocer’s and prepared for school to resume. They were children.

They thought of Narnia often, but it was as one remembers a glorious holiday by the seashore, or the most important novel you’ve ever read. It had changed their lives, but it was past, and memory; a secret language, and daydreams and play-battles out in the Professor’s woods.

Because they were children, the edges of their memories softened, they forgot the things that would have given them nightmares. Right was right in Narnia, after all. They did not remember the sticky, congealing mess of the Witch’s blood that clung to Aslan’s mouth after Beruna, when he had ripped her throat out and devoured her body. They forgot the visceral fear that Rabadash would manage to take Susan to wife by force, and what he would do to her if he did. They forgot the awful chaos of battle, the sickening stench of bellies hewn open and intestines spilling onto the sodden earth. They did not remember living to be twenty, thirty, fifty, sixty, growing old and aching with it, burying friends, and worrying about the succession. The burden of all those years would have broken any children so young.

After they were sent home for the last time, each of the Pevensie children found ways of remembering. Peter joined a fencing league, and soon found that old broadsword techniques would often flutter out of his memory’s pages and into his hands. Susan sketched until she didn’t, until she put away her pad full of fauns and castles and lions in a box of childhood nonsense—but it was many years before that happened. Edmund wrote pages and pages of reminiscences down, trying to externalize the books of his memory. Lucy daydreamed, and she dressed in bright Narnian colors, and sang Narnian songs, and a million other tiny things that scarcely anyone noticed. The Pevensie children found ways to remember. Narnia remained in their minds: a little distant, perhaps, but the ink never faded.

And one day, when he was ready, Edmund was trying to calm his father through the soldier’s panic that followed a car backfiring and he began to remember the feeling of having seen war. The book in his mind opened where the pages had been stuck together, and suddenly he knew how to help.

Lucy began to recall snatches of what it was like to grow old. She looked in on her grandparents more and more. “I know your knee isn’t what it used to be,” she smiled as she went to get the stepstool.

Susan held a classmate tight after a terrible, terrible night and trembled, remembering Rabadash’s hot breath on her face, the way he’d grabbed her forearms with bruising strength and demanded to kiss her. I understand, she whispered. It wasn’t your fault.

Peter, sitting in theology class, remembered the viscera around Aslan’s mouth and began to understand what justice meant.

The terrible parts came back in flashes as the children grew into young men and women. Memories of Narnia expanded to fit their older selves, old horrors and heartaches now many years past. Little by little, the Pevensie children grew back into themselves.

Two Lucys existed, one long past and one in the mirror. Two Edmunds, two Susans, two Peters. The present Lucy did not miss the woman she had grown to be in Narnia, except in rare instances. She had what she needed from her old self. She still had so much growing left to do.

#my prose response to Maria's question that i just answered #comnination headcanon and textual 'this is how Narnia memories work' #Leah stories #once there were four children #narnia #pontifications and creations

[teecupangel]

Why not just Desmond being an angel.

And it freaks everybody out and everybody thinks he's holy or something and he's just like "all right okay why not"

It had happened by accident.

It had to be an accident, right?

Altaïr had been thrown out of the room and the Templars had unsheathed their weapons. Malik had been focused on protecting his brother, shouting at him to run as he tried to keep all of the Templars busy.

Robert de Sablé didn’t even look back when he walked away after ordering their death.

Malik didn’t know what happened.

He saw Kadar freeze when he neared the scaffolding that would lead to the treasure and Malik swore his eyes glowed gold for the briefest of moments.

Before one of the Templars charged at him.

Kadar snapped out of it and tried to block, his stance unstable enough that he slipped backwards.

Into the scaffolding…

Taking the Templar with him.

The Templar’s sword struck one of the wooden pillars keeping the scaffolding stable and…

Malik didn’t have any explanation for it.

It shouldn’t have happened.

The scaffolding started to crumble, making Kadar and the Templar run away from it as fast as they could.

And then…

The wall next to the scaffolding began to break apart, golden light coming from the cracks before the entire thing fell down.

Together with the treasure and the ark where it had been resting.

The ark broke in half, splitting in the middle to reveal an egg shaped thing made of stone that was around the height of perhaps Malik when he was sitting on the floor.

The treasure fell on top of it, shattering like it was made of glass.

Where the shards fell on the stone, the stone changed and spread.

Until…

What had been stone had changed to seemingly three pairs of wings with white feathers that seemed to shine gold all curled together.

The wings twitched…

Before slowly opening, stretching to its full size.

Revealing a young man seemingly sleeping, the three pairs of wings attached to his back. His head was resting on his propped up knees.

No one could speak.

No one could move.

Until…

“Altaïr?” Kadar whispered hesitantly and Malik could see why he would call out that fool’s name.

The man looked too much like Altaïr for it to be a coincidence.

Almost as if hearing the name, the man…

No.

The divine being in front of them opened his eyes.

Instead of Altaïr’s golden eyes, his eyes were light brown with specks of gold in them.

And Malik wondered how he could see them from where he was standing, a few meters away from the winged being.

The divine being looked around and blinked.

His eyes met Malik and his lips parted.

“It’s an angel!”

Before he could speak, the Templars all knelt and began to pray.

The Templar who had attacked Kadar took off his helmet and…

It was a woman.

A woman who was praying fervently at the divine being who…

… looked at Malik with wide confused eyes.

Unorganized Notes… I mean… sorta notes?:

Desmond is surprised for a few seconds then he goes “Be not afraid” and tried to sound super impressive “Ye are in the presence of…………… the will of God.” and he’s just bullshiting his way to uuhhh. He has no plans.

He glanced at Malik and Kadar and oh yeah, alright.

“Ye shall not harm these… men of justice for they are… under my protection…?”

At that point, Desmond knows he is ffuuuccckkeedd. Malik is obviously onto him. Kadar is super confused and just keeps staring at his face. Then…

Maria, of all people, agree and even goes as pledge her sword to him which is super weird and Desmond’s just “???”

In the end, Desmond accidentally takes the Templars about to kill Malik and Kadar with him as he leaves the temple with Malik and Kadar. It’s a very awkward journey and Desmond has no idea what else to do other than…

Oh wait… there were other Templars stationed nearby and they all saw him leave with his ‘entourage’.

Before he could try to say anything, Maria speaks for him, calling the messenger of God and that he had been sleeping in the Ark of the Covenant which sounded like a super big deal (and he can’t even whisper to Malik to ask what the hell she was talking about because the Farm was never religious and the only time Desmond even heard of the Ark of the Covenant was from Indiana Jones) and…

… why does it feel like Maria was converting people into becoming his personal army???

Oh god… Was this…

Was he going to take his own army to Masyaf???

#yeah that’s right #i’m back to my maria would totally worship desmond as her god bs #for some reason i’m imagining the battle in masyaf at the start of ac1 to be #assassins versus templars versus desmond’s ‘army’ #which is really more or less zealots who believe his word is god’s word #he is not having a good time #oh god #altaïr is going to be seen as the ‘son of an angel’ #asjdjfhjakdsfjkfbasjkdf #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #malik al sayf #kadar al sayf #maria thorpe #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #ask and answer

[mogosketchpad]

A HC I've been spreading around.

Shadow has been made to be soft and warm, like a cat, so Maria would like him better.

This unintentionally also made him the entire ARK's therapy Hog

thanks for the warmup ideas! i cannot regulate body heat and need a space heater basically 24/7, so this was great for me. maria is CHILLY (and so am i)

#sth #shadow the hedgehog #digital art #fanart #maria robotnik #sa2 #sa2b #moashley answers

[tsubomiiiii]

Maria in Moonlight Au

Also, she’s alive in this au

#this will stir up a lot of questions amd im willing to answer them #maria my friend maria #maria robotnik #sonic moonlight au #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog #digital art #tumblr art #art #artwork #artist on tumblr #sonic fanart #digital artist #illustration #sth #sth au #sonic the hedgehog au #tehee

[emthimofnight]

What does Stella think of Maria if Maria was still alive, Aunt Maria would love her niece very dearly

Stellar doesn't learn about Maria until she's a teenager, when her true nature is revealed and she forces Shadow to be more honest with her. He ends up confessing his own origins to her—even the dark and scary parts—in an attempt to both 1) show her she isn't alone in her unnatural origins and 2) provide a reason as to why he hadn't been completely honest with her. All he ever wanted for her was a normal life, free of the trauma of being created—not born—to be a weapon.

That being said, if Maria was alive to see Stellar, she would adore her. Shadow often ponders what she might think of him as he navigates being a father without her in his life, at times even feeling guilty for his newfound happiness. He feels undeserving of the joy his little dysfunctional family brings him at times, even if in his heart he knows all Maria ever wanted for him was for him to be happy.

#answered asks #emthim rambles #stellar the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sth #sonic #shadow #sonadow #shadonic #sonadow fankid #fankid #fanchild #maria robotnik #lore dump

[peggingeddiediaz]

#thinking about eddie getting passed around at the party

BARK BARK BARK 👀 imma be thinking about this for the rest of the day

No holes left to deflower for that repressed catholic 🤭 It's what Eddie deserves 💅

#maria answers #eddie diaz #911 abc #let eddie be the sluttiest bottom that ever bottomed #eddie being the pass around party bottom is so dear to me #i know you're lurking tim #this is what we want

[quietlotus]

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#quotes #rainer maria rilke #life #answers #questions #inspiration #dailyinspiration

[aeaean--bliss]

I've missed your writing!!! S2

nearly cried when I saw this. thank you so much. i've been writing, trying to finish something, anything, but I'm really struggling. I have at least ten pieces I'm working on, and I hope to get something up sometime soon. thank you so, so much for your support.

#maria answers

[hollandfromhell]

I loved your John Murphy imagine!! It’s so hard to find people that write for him but your imagine was amazing!!

thank you so much!!! happy you liked it love!! can’t wait to write for him in the future :)

#maria answers #asks

[whitecatindisguise]

Oh my gosh I'm so scared/pos for the "Tails gets Maria-fied" one

Oooooh, you've chosen the fun one.

Okay, to set the scene.

It's a dark night, everyone is asleep. Or so it seems.

Suddenly, an alarm blares. The base is alive. Soldiers running in every direction. Night turns into day as the lights flood the ground and sky alike.

Searchlight passes around, looking, searching. It finally finds its mark as it settles on two running figures. Soldiers immediately surround them. The taller of the two steps forward, pushing the smaller protectively behind them.

"Hello, Shadow the Hedgehog," one of the soldiers steps forward, muzzle of the gun pointing at the hedgehog. "You're coming with us."

~~~

It doesn't take long for Tails to figure out the escape plan. It almost seems too easy. They're sneaking through the space base, and Shadow can't help but feel nostalgia. Except it's not good.

It's just like last time. Hunted by soldiers. Doing their best to escape.

Shadow grits his teeth as he promises to not let the past repeat.

Oh, how wrong he is.

"They're after me," Shadow says, as they stare at the single escape capsule.

"You're right," Tails agrees.

Shadow feels a push on his back. He falls forward, the glass falling down behind him. He turns immediately, staring into the sapphire eyes in shock.

"That's why you can't stay."

Shadow screams as Tails hits the switch. Last thing he sees is the door being forced open, soldiers swarming inside and forcing the fox to the ground. Then, it's only darkness.

When he wakes up in the deep jungle, protective glass of the capsule broken on the impact, Shadow already has a plan. He takes out his comm.

"Shadow, you're alive," a joking but also worried feminine voice sounds from the device. "I was afraid you've finally kicked the bucket."

"I need you to tell me where the nearest Chaos Emerald is," he says, ignoring the message. He looks up to the sky, his eyes ablaze. "I've got a score to settle."

And then we have Shadow desperately trying to get Chaos Emerald and not let Sonic know he (unwillingly) left his little brother alone with people who should not be messed with. No, it's not G.U.N.. No, I'm not going to elaborate.

#basically Shadow doesn't want Tails to end up like Maria #because he reminds him of her #so yeah #that's the idea #i so wanna write it #also i guess it's “turn the explanation into a short writing” format dndndnd #nothing wrong with that tho #miles tails prower #shadow the hedgehog #kitty mom answers

[madame-mongoose]

I wonder does Maria have an Commander x2 style counterpart?

She does!!!

This is Scout M1A!!! She is a spy for earth's forces, tasked to infiltrate the martian militia and gain insider knowledge and sabotage their efforts. She acts ditzy and dimwitted to keep the others off her scent, but X2 is very suspicious of her. They both have a heavy dislike for each other and have pettiness/passive aggressive battles frequently. Very toxic yuri vibes

#shes so silly but in a conniving way #enemies to lovers is my shit also and i want them to be so bad #i think she likes to get under his skin on purpose #which puts her at risk of being caught #but she dont care #maria the martian #marvin the martian #commander x2 #duck dodgers #duck dodgers au #mariaverse #looney tunes #my art #monnie answers