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sparkles-rule-4eva · 2 months

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🎵 Whoooo wants a nice little short 'n sweet post-Prime one shot with Sonic and Tails and some angst and also fluff and cuddles and nightmares and sadness and cuteness and the implementing of that one headcanon from the post I made about Sonic getting more cuddly and clingy when he's hurt or upset??? 🎵

Sonic Prime - Healing Hugs

Something had happened in the cave with Sonic. Tails was absolutely certain of it.

At first, it had just been pleasant changes, pleasant surprises. Sonic had suddenly switched to being a 100% team player, had started paying attention to each and every thing Tails instructed, and seemingly communicated with Shadow just as the Ultimate Lifeform arrived out of nowhere to Chaos Control the Paradox Prism to who-knows-where.

Then there had been the more weird changes.

Every time Tails opened his mouth, Sonic would drop everything to listen to every word with laser focus, even if it was about something as simple as what he was going to get for dinner or some cool comics he'd read. He was giving a lot more hugs, too, far more than usual. Sonic used to be a lot more selective about physical affection, but now, Tails couldn't seem to get through 30 minutes of a day without his older brother scooping him up in an embrace, however brief. Not that he was complaining, it was nice.

He kept catching the hedgehog lying around in the grass, fingering the green leaves with utter delight in his eyes. Once he found him on the beach, sitting in a palm tree and singing some kind of pirate-y sounding song. Another time he found him wandering slowly around the woods nearby, talking to the flickies about how pretty the trees were.

Something was off, but Tails couldn't put his finger on it. From his perspective, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary happen during the battle in the cave, but Sonic's change in behavior made it painfully obvious something had.

Especially when the more negative changes started manifesting.

Not negative in a sense that Sonic was doing anything wrong. But he seemed . . . a little rattled. Some of his hugs were far more than just quick side squeezes. Sometimes he'd stare at Tails with an oddly pensive, faraway look in his eyes.

In bed, one night about a week after the cave incident, Tails found himself tossing and turning. These thoughts were driving him up the wall with how often they'd been occupying his mind lately.

He wanted so badly to sit down with Sonic and ask him what happened. He knew something had happened. But whether Sonic was willing to talk about it was another question entirely. He knew something was different, but he also knew his brother. Sonic didn't like uncomfortable conversations. If he felt unsafe, he would run.

Tails knew better than to confront him with questions that Sonic would likely not want to answer. If he'd wanted to tell Tails what was going on, what was different, he probably would've told him already.

With an exhausted sigh, Tails gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed, casting a quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

3:47 a.m.

Great. Even when I'm not working on a project, I STILL end up sleep-deprived. He smirked. At least Sonic can't get ticked at me this time, it's not my fault.

Speaking of the Blue Devil, he was right down the hall. Conked out on the couch, where he often slept. In fact, he'd been sleeping there every night for the past week.

Since he couldn't sleep, anyway, Tails slipped out of bed and crept down the hall, having memorized which boards creaked and which ones didn't. He half-hoped Sonic was awake so he'd have someone to talk to, but as he emerged into the living room, he saw his brother sound asleep, half-curled on his side.

Tails blinked and looked closer.

Sonic was asleep, but . . . he was also clinging extra tightly to his pillow. And he looked . . . incredibly stressed.

Was he having a bad dream?

Tails took a couple steps towards the couch until he stood right beside it. In past experiences where he'd found his brother having a nightmare, talking it out rarely helped. Sometimes even waking him up didn't help, either. He usually just wound up disoriented and panicking, and sometimes even ran off to deal with his feelings alone out in the wilderness.

Tails really didn't want him to leave. He also didn't want him to be alone.

He reached out and ever so gently placed his hand over Sonic's clenched fist, both ungloved.

One thing he had discovered about his brother during hard times like this was that he became more clingy. On the rare occasion he was visibly upset, he'd sometimes come up and just hug Tails without a word. When he was sick or injured somehow (and actually allowing himself to be taken care of), he tended to snuggle more. If he was in enough pain, he'd hold onto Tails as tightly as he could. Sometimes he'd do the same with their other friends, but Tails was always his go-to.

Not that it happened very often. Tails only knew these things because he'd known Sonic for most of his life. Sonic had raised him. He'd seen more of Sonic than anyone else had.

Now, he rubbed a finger over his brother's fist for a moment, then very carefully tugged the pillow out of Sonic's unconscious grasp. He set it softly on the floor, then carefully clambered onto the couch next to him, lay down, and hugged him tightly.

Without waking up, Sonic wrapped his arms around him in return and held him close, burying his face between Tails's ears with a barely audible whimper.

Tails could feel his brother's heartbeat racing, so he snuggled in closer and softly began to purr.

And, with time, he felt Sonic start to calm down.

A couple minutes went by, and his heart rate slowed down just a bit. The tension coiled throughout his entire body started to unwind, and his spiked-up quills lowered slightly in a more relaxed position. His ears were still kinda droopy, but he seemed a lot more restful than he had a few minutes ago.

Tails smiled, still bundled up tightly against Sonic. And his smile only grew wider when he felt his brother start purring, too.

There was something infinitely comforting about being held, about snuggling with his brother, the person who loved him to the moon and back. The person he loved in exactly the same way. For those moments, the very problems that had been keeping Tails awake half an hour earlier seemed to fade. He was here, Sonic was here, no words were spoken or needed, and they would be okay.

Tails slept soundly for the rest of the night.

The sound of flickies singing from the treetops woke Sonic the next day. He blinked blearily as his eyes came into focus, and he realized that Tails had joined him sometime during the night.

Once upon a time, waking up to find him right there had made him jump. It didn't anymore.

He smiled, carefully adjusting one hand so he could stroke his little brother's bangs and give him a tiny scratch behind one ear. Tails mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and snuggled closer in Sonic's chest.

He grinned wider. Tails hadn't been snuggly to this level in a while. Granted, he'd always been the more snuggly one of the two of them, but still. It kind of reminded Sonic of the first couple years he'd been taking care of Tails, when the kit was between 3 and 4 years old.

His smile faded a little as he thought of Nine at that age, still alone, still being bullied and hurt, with no one to save him and show him the love and care he deserved.

He could only hope that the other Shatterverse variants were showing him such kindness now. The thought that he would never get to see him again made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quell.

Sonic studied Tails's sleeping face, noting the intense similarities and differences between him and Nine. He wondered whether Nine had always existed even before the Shatter event, as a part of his little brother that Tails would never bring to light. Was it the same with Mangey and Sails?

A tiny snort escaped him against his will as he thought about whether Mangey's existence was an implication that a part of Tails just wanted to go a little feral. Sometimes he couldn't blame him.

His suppressed laugh had Tails stirring, blinking open his big blue eyes. He looked back at Sonic, grinning sleepily. "G'morning."

Sonic ruffled his bangs again, smiling as Tails giggled. "G'morning, little buddy."

Stop calling me that!

He froze at the memory of Nine's angry shout, and Tails clearly saw it.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a gentle, inquiring frown, slowly sitting up.

Sonic sighed as he sat up as well, leaning back to stretch, then pulled his little brother close again. "I've got a story for you, bud," he admitted, deciding it was about time to open up about what had really happened in the cave.

Tails gazed up at him with surprise, but then smiled and nodded.

"I'm listening," he replied quietly.

AO3 version

Did I come up with this while hugging a giant pillow during my nap earlier today? Maybe :3

I also maybe just really wanted to implement that headcanon somewhere teehee

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jankwritten · 3 months

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Jason Remembers Nico

Sunlight streaks in through the half-open arena roof, bathing their section in warm, mid-afternoon gold. Jason, who has decided to spend their short mid-class break sprawled out in the dirt, basks in the warmth of it.

He’s hot from training, sure, and maybe everyone else is smarter for seeking shelter in the shade of the spectator stands, but something about the afternoon sun is like wrapping up in a blanket. A cozy, tingly kind of warmth.

Maybe, in another life, Jason was a child of Apollo. Wouldn’t that be something? Jason Grace: still a child of the sky, but without all the pressure. It sounds pretty nice, he won’t lie.

As the class murmurs in the background, Jason lets himself relax. Really, truly relax, starting with his shoulders, down his arms, his wrists, his knuckles. He loosens his back on a deep exhale, and down his legs, until he feels as boneless and one-with-the-earth as he possibly can.

A cool shade passes over him. It settles across his face, as if something has come by and blocked out the sun.

He peeks.

“You’ll get a sunburn,” Nico says, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, face in his hands.

“And you won’t?” Jason closes his eyes again. Honestly, having Nico’s chilly aura nearby is kind of awesome when the sun’s this perfect. Yin and yang, right? Balance.

Plus, y’know, doesn’t hurt a guy’s pride to have the well documented people-avoider seeking him out. Even if it’s to save him from himself. Score one: Jason.

“My hair will spare my neck, I’m sure.”

Jason smiles. “I like your hair long, you know. I wish I could grow my hair out like that.”

Nico makes a scoffing sound, like he can’t decide if he wants to be amused or offended. Jason peeks again.

“Perfect Praetor Grace wants to look like an unwashed rat?”

“That’s not what I said. I said I wanted to grow my hair long, like yours.”

He watches Nico rolls his eyes and shake his head, but he doesn’t push the point.

Score two: Jason.

A breeze rolls in off the strawberry hills, bringing the scent of grass and summer in to mix with the kicked up dirt and metal of the arena. Jason lulls into it.

Gods, this is peaceful. It probably shouldn’t be, in the middle of teaching a class on self-defense. Jason’s always been a creature of habit, though, and battle was always an ironically safe space for him. Let out his aggression in a semi-healthy way, or something.

Back at Camp Jupiter, they would have him fight in the coliseum every so often, a demonstration of his power, his capability to lead. They called him ruthless. He only ever lost one fight, which earned the victor a massive wave of support when it came time to elect praetors.

It’s a strange memory, but one he smiles at nonetheless. Reyna was nothing short of vicious when they went toe-to-toe; she was the only person who ever fought the way Jason felt like he needed to, like it was sink or swim. Victory or death.

There was one match, after Reyna, after people realized that Jason could be beaten, where he accidentally let too much of that side show. When he threw down his sword and took his opponent to the ground to fight like the wolves did, in the grass with teeth and claws and the rest of the pack swarming around them, snarling their approval.

One face stood out in that crowd, afterward, of people stepping around him, giving him a wide berth while he scrubbed the blood off his mouth. It was a boy, wearing a too-loose purple shirt and a look on his face like he knew exactly what he’d seen. A boy with hair that turned brown in the light and eyes like nothing Jason had ever seen - not quite haunted, but certainly too old for the face they sat within. When the light hit them, it almost seemed to disappear.

Jason never spoke to the boy.

He opens his eyes again. Nico blinks down at him, his head tilted, eyebrows creased and mouth frowning.

Jason grins back. Nico’s eyebrow twitches.

“What.”

“Nothing,” Jason says. A lifetime ago, Jason singled out one boy in a crowd, and despite having forgotten, lost everything, built himself anew—here that boy sits. Shielding him from the sun. Still, somehow, knowing Jason better than he’s ever known himself. “I’m just glad we’re friends.”

“Ugh, gods,” Nico’s face goes pink, and his hands move, covering over his mouth and nose. “You’re worse than Will.”

“I’m doing my job well, then.”

Nico shakes his head, his hair drifting over his shoulders in the process, hanging in the air between them. Jason wants to reach up and touch it, fiddle with the strands like Leo does with Piper’s hair when they’re hanging out in the bunker.

“I should let you burn,” Nico says. He doesn’t move.

The victor in the colosseum would have shored up his walls at that. Closed himself off from the boy with underworld eyes. Heard nothing but the implication that Jason needs someone else to keep him safe, to keep him from getting himself hurt.

Maybe that’s why Nico never spoke to him, back at Camp Jupiter. Maybe that’s why Jason never got up the nerve to approach him. Too scared to let himself trust.

“I put my life in your hands,” Jason teases, crossing his arms behind his head.

The sun is warm on his skin. The chuff of Nico’s disbelieving, snorting laugh is warmer.

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #Jason Remembers Nico #fanfiction #tw for brief nonexplicit mentions of violence #i actually have different headcanons for Jason and Nico knowing one another at camp jupiter #but for the sake of this idea i wanted it to be more like. Jason remembers Nico from back then #but he knows that they wouldn't have gotten along back then. so he's more like. I do remember him and I remember *me*.#and we were so different then - him haunted and me feral - but then we trusted each other in ways we never could've as those people #and now we're here and i'm so so happy we're here. i'm so happy to let the past be the past if this gets to be the present.#WAHOO #jason grace #nico di angelo #jasico #(it's mostly implied but y'know you get the vibes)#pjo #hoo

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astrolavas · 9 months

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it's sound weird, but i have headcanon that Hunter didn't go hexside, because he too old to shool(according to my feelings, at the end of the he is 16-17 y.o (except for the post-credits scene), and at that age it is already too late to go to school):p

i mean, well- in my opinion he rather certainly did go to hexside, since one of the things he'd said during his TTT monologue was "i'd like to attend hexside like a normal student and play flyer derby with my friends" and all of his "wishes" were supposed to sort of foreshadow his goals and his future (carving palismen, studying wild magic, etc etc) so i feel like it's safe to say he succeeded in becoming a hexside student as well. we also know he attended grom with the rest of his friend group, and like- since he's 16 before the timeskip (no canon certainty whether he's recently turned 16 or is going on 17 already though, but like... around 16 canonically) that means he'd get at least 1 year of school, but most likely 2+.

my personal headcanon is that he went to hexside for around 2 years (full or not quite, depending on when the school year starts in the boiling isles and how long it lasts; possibly even 3), and during that time he picked up a mentorship/apprenticeship at del's palisman carving shop, and after he graduated from hexside he started carving palismen professionally with the clawthornes (i like to think that he also takes some courses at eda's wild magic university in his spare time, simply cuz . funny uni hexsquad shenanigans)

#like imo him being like ''i dream abt going to hexside'' and then not getting to attend hexside cuz he's ''too old to start'' or sth #would be kinda cruel since he already lost sooo much of his childhood because of belos. and he wants to be a hexside student #he deserves to have these few years of the typical teenage experience that he so desperately longs for #ofc it's not gonna make up for ALLLL the years of childhood that he'd lost. but even 2 years of the experience? would mean So much to him #not to even mention that the idea of him just... sitting at home or JUST carving palismen or doing whatever for halfa day for the 2-4 years #just cuz he's ???? ''too old'' or it's ''too late for him to start high school at his age'' or anything similar ?#while the rest of his friends get to go to school and learn and socialize and attend classes everyday without him . sounds so lonely #and he had already spent most of his life sheltered and separated from everyone so . yeah.#he'd still technically have to finish hexside like 1-2 years before the rest of hexsquad buuuuut y'know. his situation is very unique #so i could also imagine bump/eda agreeing to let him go to school a year or so longer so that he could finish it alongside his friends #but that's like mm i also can see him finishing it a year early compared to the rest of hexsquad and starting fulltime at the palisman shop #but either way; yes to at least 1-2 years at hexside in my mind #now COLLEGE? i Could see him not going to uni since he's already got the palisman business going and is doing well and wants to chill #BUT personally i still like to imagine that he attends classes there part-time #nicole answers #my toh talk #hunter toh #verocorne

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simplepotatofarmer · 6 months

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writing c!squid kid has made me want to attempt to design a character for him, honestly.

#i want to add tap L and sophie and i think i'll mention them??#but i watch squid so much i feel like i definitely can write him #where i don't watch the other two enough to have a good grasp y'know?#loyal talks about stuff and things

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pollyna · 1 year

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Slightly nsfw:

The most embarrassing moment in Cyclone's carrier is from back then, when he was like 30 and working for the first time under Ice and developed the biggest fucking crush on him. A morning, after a heavy night of drinking, he answers yes, daddy instead that yes, sir and Ice tries to dissimulate with a I'm not your father kinda of joke but Slider tells it all to Mav and he gets kinda of jealous and vengeful and makes Cyclone pay catching them in the act, in one of the offices, while he calls Ice daddy. It's not really their thing but Mav can get what he wants when he really wants and Cyclone can't watch either of them in the eyes the following week.

#i love how cyclone literally says one(1) thing about iceman and someone said he wants to sit on his cock since 1987 and everybody went-#-y'know what? you're 100% right #and so this is the reason mav doesn't remember about cyclone:#ice is that strong that when he wants he leaves bruises on his hips and the morning after mav can't stop himself from admiring them. -#ice is sleeping by his side no shirt on bc mav run hotter than most people and the sun is hitting his chest in that particular way that-#makes mav's heart beat a little faster bc this man-his boyfriend and maybe one day husband- is just so beautiful. he can't find another-#way to describe him. and he's his just like mav is ice's and he has bruises to show that. coaxing ice awake is a question of kissing and-#living love bits wherever he can reach without moving to much. what he remembers is how slowly they fucked that morning no hurry and happy-#just to be there one for the other.#tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #beau cyclone simpson #ron slider kerner (mention)#icemav #ice x cyclone (one side)

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the-lark-ascending69 · 4 days

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> be a robin buckley fan

> be lesbian

> project on robin

> look up "internalized homophobia robin buckley" on tumblr because it's cathartic

> 3/4 of the posts are about st3ddie or just about steve

#saw one in which steve was like ''no robin you don't understand! i have never been loved! i don't know how that feels like!''#i have several grips about that interpretation #going from the fact that's not true (dustin is clearly a big steve fan + robin herself cares about him deeply)#to the fact he probably wouldn't be introspective enough to voice his emotions this concisely not to mention he'd probably wouldn't take #a moment to realize he's never felt loved if that were the case. i mean. he could think that. when he's like 35 and more in touch with his #inner world. 19yo steve can't even get the hint that hitting on a girl who's already clearly taken (nancy) is wrong so like i don't expect #him to be that smart #but i can live with people having takes i don't agree with. my opinion doesn't have to be everyone else's opinion if you see steve that way #it fine #what bothered me was the fact he was saying this to a lesbian living in the 80s lmao #who tells him that 1) her whole life has been an error 2) she doesn't think he'd want to be close to her if he truly knew her and 3)#3) is paralyzed by fear of social suicide if she dares believe for even a second that the girl she likes may like her too #like i dont need people to do deep dives into robin lore and quote from memory lines from Surviving Hawkins abt robin feeling like she's #rotten inside. not supposed to have friends. feeling like something is wrong with her and that pushes people away etc etc #the fact that she's a lesbian should tell you enough abt who has the biggest chances of being loved 😭#also bothered me that it showed up when looking up posts abt internalized homophobia because?? where's the internalized homophobia therw #unless it's gay steve feeling bad abt it in an AU (as if canon robin didn't go through it)#like look im not bothered to find steve-centric content in the robin tag cos people are gonna tag her in posts mentioning her.#she's his friend.#but there are barely any posts at all about robin's internalized homophobia. like i saw 2 or 3. compared to all the steve or steddie ones #where's the love for my babygirl 😭😭#anti steddie #not really but y'know i don't wanna bother anyone #edit: the bit about there being like 3 posts on robin w internalized homophobia isn't exactly true. there are a few. but they still feel #drowned in st3ddie posts #like something isn't right here

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kyouka-supremacy · 3 months

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#Woha... Alright read the chapter 🫡#It's just. I get where Fukuchi is coming from and I feel like after rereading it the whole thing was a little more clear but...#Did it *really* have to be so complicated. Like dude did it **really** have to be so complicated.#Maybe it had to idk. After all I'm always the first to say that a complex reality can't be reduced to simple axioms–#and that semplifications never bring anything good.#But at the same time was there REALLY no other way #Couldn't you promote your ideas diplomatically instead. Couldn't you become a democratic activist or politician.#Couldn't you write a book‚ person named OUCHI FUKUCHI #Also couldn't you? Talk about it with someone before executing your crazy plan so that anyone else might have pointed to you how crazy it i #But I suppose the whole central theme of this arc ultimately was “people who try to do everything by their own are destined to fall”#And to an extent it does still feel kinda self-contradictory of a plan. Like ahah my plan included not to make anyone suffer!!!#[turns half world population into a vampire]#Like c'mon? Violations of human rights can happen even without killing people dude #(Also Akutagawa)#(Like I get it he's only one (1) person. But he's also the only (only) person for me so I can't bring myself to ignore him y'know)#Mmmmmhhhhhh that's of the main things ig. I YELLED when they brought up Max Weber and the what-is-a-state question #That's like. One of the main questions my whole life studies centers on.#The adrenaline that gave me to see it mentioned in my current hyperfixation ahfjvafjhcvlawsvfblwhkv #This chapter was just so so political theories packed I felt like I was just still studying lol.#I feel like this was a true “get why bsd is labelled as seinen”.#You just can't do this kind of in-depth political theory discussion in shonen manga ig #What else. Still patiently waiting for ss/kk 😔#random rambles

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softquietsteadylove · 7 months

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Thena decides to do something nice for him, a sweet little gesture. Like making a snack (like sandwich or something) after he comes back from shopping with his mother all day for preparation of their wedding?

For the proposal AU

"Okay!" Gil huffed as he set down all the bags his mother had bought in the few hours they had spent out shopping (although it had felt like an eternity). "That's everything."

"Thank you, honey," Ajak smiled, patting his arm as he leaned up and stretched his shoulders. "I know you must be tired after letting me drag you around all day."

He did agree, but he smiled and bent down so his mother could kiss his cheek, "it's okay, Mom, I don't mind."

"Hey!"

"Ugh," Gil greeted his siblings - and cousin - less warmly. "You guys are so loud."

"Speak for yourself," Sersi jabbed her brother in the arm. "You're plenty loud! Plus, Mum told us she was out with you."

Show us the goods! Makkari bounded down the stairs two at a time, much to her brother and mother's worry.

"Hey," Gil shooed them both away from the bags at his feet, "not everything is for you, y'know. I don't even know half of what's in here."

"Oh, look at these," Ajak smiled, though, eagerly showing her daughters what she had unearthed at the various decor and furniture stores they had visited one town over.

Kingo sauntered down the stairs last, giving Gil a pat on the shoulder. "You really made it all day?"

"Somehow," Gil shrugged, letting how tired he was show on his face. It wasn't even that he minded shopping with his mother, but not only did he still not know what they had shopped for, but he was also exhausted from hauling around said unknown things, loading the car, the heat etc.

"All of you, make yourselves useful," Ajak commanded her children. "Gil already unloaded the car for us, the least you can do is do the rest of the work for him."

Sersi and Makkari immediately picked up the bags that had any sign of fabric in them, either articles of clothing or something for the tables. "Oh, these are lovely!"

"Aren't they?" Ajak beamed, following them up with a few bags in her own hand. She looked down at the bend of the staircase landing, "Gil, honey, show Kingo where I want that other stuff?"

"Sure," he called up after them as they disappeared. He looked at Kingo, who looked about as eager as he was; he sighed. "Back porch."

Kingo nodded, picking up as many of the bags as he could carry, "this stuff's heavy! What's even in here?"

Gil shrugged, picking up one and slinging it over his shoulder, despite the promise that he would not be required for anything else today. "I dunno--tealight holders, and centrepieces and...napkin rings? Whatever she thought we still needed, dude."

Kingo dropped the bags off in the sun room, pulling out the various accoutrements. "Weddings sure do take a lot of...things."

"That's what I keep saying," Gil lamented as he set down his bag, although he happily stepped away and let Kingo unload the contents for him. "But Mom keeps coming up with stuff and I don't really know enough to say why we don't need it, just that we...don't."

Kingo picked at the edge of one of the candle holders shaped like flowers of some sort, "I mean, you and Thena want something pretty simple, right?"

"Uh," Gil shifted. He never was good at lying to Kingo (or in general), "yeah. All this just...isn't our style."

"I mean," Kingo set the crystal decoration down, adjusting it in the sunlight, "it is pretty."

Gil watched it cast light around the room, thinking about how Thena's eyes could have a little gold in them in the right light. "Pretty."

Kingo looked at him, "I mean, I know T keeps telling Ajak not to go to all the trouble. But is she disliking what's going on?"

Gil shrugged. Thena seemed just as tired as he was, in many ways. But in other ways, he could tell she was liking being around his family. He knew that she was unused to family to this degree of closeness. But she didn't seem to dislike any of what Ajak was actively doing.

"Sersi and Kari are having a lot of fun with their sister-to-be."

Gil blushed faintly. All they could talk about was how excited they were, and how much they loved Thena, and how they could always tell he liked her when he told them about her as a work friend.

"Maybe she'll like it once it's all," Kingo waved his hand vaguely at the various decorations, soon to be arranged properly, "put together."

"Maybe," Gil mumbled, slipping his hands in his pockets. "I don't think she's paid much attention to wedding stuff before, uh-"

"Before you started talking about it?"

Gil squirmed. Kingo had such a know-it-all tone sometimes, he could swear he was just testing his nerves sometimes. Gil shrugged, "yeah, I guess so. And even then, we just...I don't know."

"Hey, it's okay man," Kingo shrugged, as if he hadn't asked Gil some of the most pressing questions he had received yet. "Not everyone is into the whole wedding scene."

Yes, and it definitely wasn't because they were total frauds. Gil had somehow just barely dodged the question of how he had proposed to Thena, thus far. He mostly offered the lame excuse of 'it just sort of happened' to suffice for now.

"I guess," Gil tried to wrestle off his tongue, "I just worry it's overwhelming her, sometimes."

Kingo nodded sagely, "this family can be...overwhelming."

That was the easiest way to say it at least.

"Hey," Gil frowned, "where is Thena, actually?"

Kingo gave him a much warmer smile, pointing, "she's been in the kitchen for, like, twenty minutes."

Gil knew that didn't necessarily mean disaster. But he did rush a little to get there. She was no master chef, that was to say. What pans she did own all had completely scorched bottoms.

"Gil?"

He slid into the kitchen, at least finding no immediate source of danger. Actually, there weren't even dishes in the sink. "Uh, hey."

"Hey," she blinked, still taken aback by his entrance, "are you okay?"

"Fine," he mumbled, trying not to seem like he was actively checking for signs of a fire. He smiled, "what're you up to?"

"Oh, well," Thena dried off her hands, looking a little...sheepish? "I heard you were out with Ajak all day getting wedding decor."

Since arriving, he had risen at the incredibly early hour the rest of his family did, although always saving a plate of breakfast for when Thena rolled out of bed later. He would text her if he was out doing something, for her to check at her leisure.

"Yeah," he chuckled, relaxing now that his panic was subsiding. "Every time I think we must have everything we need by now, Mom thinks of something else she wants to get."

Thena looked down at the kitchen island, her gentle smile melting away, "she's gone to so much trouble for it."

"Hey," Gil said gently, moving closer to her. And he thought he was feeling guilty about all this. "I keep telling her we don't need all this. I think she's just having fun with it, now."

Thena sighed, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Your family is so sweet. I feel as if I'm taking advantage."

"I don't know," Gil smiled. First of all, if anyone was taking advantage, it was him. And second of all, "Mom's pretty damn excited to have you here. I haven't seen her this excited to have the rest of the family over in forever. I keep reminding her my dad's coming and she hasn't even broken anything in a fit of rage."

Thena gave him a look, but at least she was smiling again. She tugged at his jacket before moving away, fully pulling it off of him, "what about you? You must be tired."

"I guess," he sighed, spinning to let her put his jacket over her arm while he sat on a bar stool. "Long day, but it could be worse."

"Your mother does call you the perfect son for a reason," Thena teased, squeezing his - very sore - shoulder.

"Aw, she's just sappy," Gil excused, as if he wasn't just as sentimental as his mother. He groaned, "I should start dinner."

"Just sit for a little first, Gil." She said it more firmly than he was expecting her to. He looked up at her beside him, "you're doing so much already."

"I guess," he sighed heavily, already thinking about whether to have a snack or just graze on his ingredients until dinner was ready. He didn't even know what was in the fridge, he had so much on his mind.

"Eat."

Just like he would make for himself at home, a sandwich slid in front of him. It was sourdough (which he baked, obviously), piled high with both pastrami and spicy salami, thin cut tomato, cheddar and gouda cheese, lettuce, banana peppers, spicy mayo and grainy mustard. It was perfect.

"And eat the salad. I'm sure all you've had today is half your mother's iced coffee and a croissant."

He hid his guilty smile as he inspected the sandwich, even cut diagonally like he liked. He turned the plate, admiring the fresh salad. Thena could put together a nice salad--it didn't require any heat, and so long as it didn't involve broccoli, she would actually eat the vegetables in it.

This was what she was doing?

"What?" she frowned at the look on his face, "what's wrong?"

He shook his head, smiling at the sandwich and even more at her. "It's...beautiful."

Thena made a face, nothing short of amused, "Gil, it's a sandwich. I've seen you make it at your place enough times already, and you should have a real meal for yourself before you worry about making one for everyone else--again."

He wasn't getting through to her. He smiled, pulling her hand into his and linking their fingers together, "thanks, Thena. It's perfect."

"Well," she started and stopped, as if her breath caught in the middle of it. She cleared her throat, looking away from him and their linked hands, "you sit and, um, enjoy. I'll...ask if your mother needs help with anything."

"'Kay," he sighed, letting her go forlornly as if she were leaving for the week and not just going upstairs. He let her hand slip away from his, keeping contact with her for as long as possible.

She gave him one last fluttery, fleeting smile as she left him to his snack, choosing to busy herself elsewhere.

Gil picked up one of the halves, going for the thinnest point of the diagonal to start, just the way she knew he liked to have his sandwiches. It really was perfect, and not just considering Thena could barely be trusted to make a grilled cheese for herself.

It was easily the best thing Gil had ever eaten.

#Thenamesh Proposal AU #have I mentioned that I love this au?#I love making food for your loved ones as an act of love #I love even a little snack #being this grand sign of love and tenderness #Thena is in there making this sandwich #concentrating harder on this than anything she has ever done before #she's constructing it just so #laying the meat carefully #spreading the condiments #Kingo comes in like 'what'cha doing?'#Thena: OUT #she needs complete concentration for Gil's masterpiece #and then finally she's going to present it to him and gets all shy #y'know like you do with your pretend fiance #Kingo walks in like good sandwich?#Gil: OUT

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skrunksthatwunk · 5 months

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kinda drives me up a wall when people go "hey i think x action in a war/combat scenario is inhumane and cruel and shitty" and someone responds with "oh but within the laws of war it's allowed or there's procedure for it etc etc". it doesn't have to be a war crime to be unforgivable man it's a shitty rulebook anyway

#like whether or not something's bad isn't determined by whether or not it adheres to arbitrary rules people made up and never obey #i thought we all knew that already. c'mon man. get a grip #obviously war crimes are bad but that's not where the badness potential ends y'know #this post is due to my dad talking about smth i sent him mentioning US troops firing on a bunch of guys in smth on deserters and he was lik #well they're not like citizens or refugees or deserters they're retreating enemy combattants. so it's different.#it IS different but isn't it still like. overly brutal? idk.#like would you want them to pursue Your ppl regardless? are they not allowed mercy just because you proved stronger? your positions could #be swapped easily and you'd think that as fellow combattants you would feel that deeply. idk maybe i'm just too soft or whatever but like.#seems stupid to me. war generally seems stupid to me but this specifically right now seems stupid to me #yes i know there are practical concerns and sacrifices in combat that make sense when you're actually there and me saying there should be n #wars and we should make it a fucking priority to not have wars doesn't mean ppl already in a decision-making role in the field should do #what i (an idealist) would do. they're responsible for minimizing loss and shit. whatever. doesn't mean it's not fucked up anyway.#and that's assuming the best case scenario for a leader in such a position. usually they just want to minimize Their side's losses. usually #by maximizing the other side's. or they just want to win and will sacrifice anyone for it if it's practical #which happens a Lot. usually it's a mix of the latter two to my understanding #as if americans' lives matter more than anyone else's and the other side doesn't have a right to mourn bc they offended us somehow #ugh that shit irks me so bad dude. there'll be like a terrorist attack in europe or smth and the news'll be like #ONE AMERICAN WAS KILLED. and twenty swiss. THE AMERICAN WAS VISITING FAMILY THERE ON SUNDAY MORNING WHEN TRAGEDY STRUCK etc etc #fucking hate that. i don't care if they're on 'my team' or whatever they're all equally human and equally dead #why the hell should i care if one of them was an american. just say 21 people died. like i get reporting on it briefly ig to like notify #ppl At Best but like. it's so grating. why can't you be normal about other people fucking goddamn you #why is this a controversial statement. why is giving a shit about people killing each other (often for like 10 ppl's financial gain) wrong #like. come on. i don't care if they 'deserve it' or whatever because i don't think they do. and even if they Did i don't think it's #America's Time To Step Up!!! every time smth like this happens (but only when it is financially beneficial to us to do so #such that we ignore atrocities all the fucking time bc it's inconvenient. we're not superheros. we're cops.)#not saying america shouldn't do anything bc like. idk. you screw everyone over to have all the power maybe you should use that influence fo #good. but my definition of 'good' is wayyyy way different from everybody who's ever held office here apparently so like. nuts to that #eugh. anyway im cutting myself off here rant over. for now

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infriga · 8 months

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I haven't watched it yet, but it sounds like the live action One Piece is actually good and I'm sooooo happy about that 😭, I don't even care if I personally like it, I just hope it does well. Maybe with the attention and new fans from the live action we can finally usurp HP as the highest selling book series of all time and replace the TERF with Eichiro "a world where people can change genders at will is a paradise" Goda.

#One Piece #One piece live action #Opla #Then the top selling book series of all time can have canon trans characters #and a revolutionary army that happens to be filled with a bunch of queer people #All fighting against a tyrannical world government #With a Dr Frank-N-Furter espy as one of their leaders #Could you imagine #Random #Terf mention #Like regardless of your opinions on whether he handles queer characters perfectly all the time or not #At least he's genuinely supportive and y'know not a terf #So I'd definitely rather have him at the top instead of jkr #Sp

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irregularbillcipher · 4 months

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modern clem/gus is like "can a fashion diy instagram girl and a reddit r/nosleep boy find love" and the answer is yes

#sorry imagining clem and gus in a more modern setting is so funny to me #clem has a like a small-moderate instagram following showing how to take care of yourself on a budget #and giving sewing tips and occasionally giving out or selling clothing patterns she made #sometimes she takes commissions #not a huge following but she's well liked. she also sometimes talks about disability stuff because y'know #and then she casually mentions one day that her husband is getting a book published #and mentions the name of the book #and it's one of those books that was self-published crowd-funded a-la that r/nosleep story penpal #and a small section of her audience is like wait. hang on. that guy does weird internet horror shit #and find his reddit account and his relatively unknown youtube horror arg and are like YOU'RE CLEMENTINE'S HUSBAND???????#and gus is theatrical and stays In Character in his horror spaces but his audience quickly learns that like #the ONE way to get him to break character is to get him to start hyping up his wife

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coffee-bat · 8 months

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cortex is still suprisingly hard to write

#or maybe rather draw AND write #bc i can usually imagine his dialogue well enough but then when i think about drawing him with that speech bubble its. off #like he has such a distinct way of speaking and phrasing things but i genuiely often cant imagine what expression/pose he'd have saying-#-the goofy shit he says #bc we don't usually SEE him as he's speaking y'know. esp in crash4 #so i'm still struggling a bit💀 if the asks are wonky/ooc i'm very sorry i'm working on it #ramble #neo cortex #honestly all the asks that i've mentioned on the askblog that i'm not sure how to answer yet are pretty much this #it's not that i don't know the answer- i just need more time to think how cortex would react/phrase his response #he's often unpredictable (wildly varies between very goofy and very serious) so esp for ones that could be emotional for him-#-i'm not sure which direction to go in. like one time he'll deflect/deny feelings or make a joke and another he starts sobbing #yknow??#so with every ask i'm like. ok what would be the funniest here (and can i imagine it in his voice).#i'll get better at it with practice but i'm still learning rn lol

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hurricanek8art · 7 months

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I'm really excited for Ahsoka Ep5 tonight, but my brain keeps drifting back to those ruins from the premiere and I gotta get it out in a post before the new episode probably takes over my every thought.

I love the ancient tech in this show. I mean, yes, the map is like straight out of Treasure Planet so I will always love it for that, but the tech just looks so Zeffo! I wonder if it was intentional. Like I think a lot of the design for Force-related stuff we see now is influenced by Rebels and TCW and stuff like the compass from The Last Jedi (which Filoni designed, so it basically all goes back to him) but the potential in-universe explanation for why this ancient Dathomirian site and technology seems so reminiscent of the Zeffo (to me at least) fascinates me.

We know there's a Zeffo sage tomb on Dathomir, so the cultures had contact at one point. Did Dathomir intentionally take design influence from Zeffo culture, like how ancient Roman architecture took heavy design inspiration from Greek architecture for their building facades and then it evolved into its own thing? Or was there like a whole cultural exchange there? Were there Dathomirians that studied the Life Wind and Zeffo that dabbled with magick?! I feel like Eno Cordova. I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THE ZEFFO DANGIT. WERE THEY LIKE RAKATA/KWA CONTEMPORARIES OR DID THEY COME BEFORE? AFTER? DID ONE'S STUDY OF THE FORCE INFLUENCE THE OTHER? I WANNA KNOOOOOOOW.

(I could write an entirely different essay post about how much I love Fallen Order/Survivor, but the hyperfixation gremlin is focusing on Ahsoka right now so I can't articulate at this moment beyond I LOVE JEDI FALLEN ORDER/JEDI SURVIVOR)

#K8 Rambles about Star Wars #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #(just in case)#star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #Zeffo #Dathomir #Eno Cordova #(i do mention him so)#I would have posted a pic of the orb things you have to Force push around in the tombs for JFO (I forgot what they're called)#but I didn't have a screenshot on hand and. y'know. I forgot what they're called #so looking on Wookieepedia for an article image to reference would be a whole thing #and I was doing this while my brain was drifting doing something else and whenever I open Wookieepedia when I'm like this #I end up deep-diving for like three hours. I can tell you SO MUCH about obscure Jedi Masters from the Old Republic era #I can't do basic math but I can do that! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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