🌸 Five comfort characters, five tags🌸
My beloved @bambihausen tagged me in this and I'm ecstatic to play - I’m stealing Bamb’s idea of "tag I give them on my blog" too because I love the extra pizzazz it gives it 🤗 (These are in no particular order).
1. Jon Moxley; he has multiple tags - too many to pick. Mox got me back into wrestling after YEARS of being uninterested. I was captivated by him from the minute I saw him, back when he was Dean Ambrose. I was so obsessed that I went down the rabbit hole and now he’s my comfort wrestler for life.
2. Eddie Kingston; his tag is ‘Eddie Kingston my Beloved’. Eddie makes me all warm and fuzzy- he’s just so beautiful and I could giggle at him for hours. His advocacy for mental health and his struggles made me feel more comfortable about being open with mine — I was very lucky to tell him that in person. To this day, he’s the only man that can call me sweetheart.
3. Buffy Summers; no tag for her but I love her. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is one of the very first shows I remember watching growing up and getting ready for school. Seeing a strong female character, in a fantasy genre typically dominated by men that I was interested in, immediately hooked me and to this day, it’s one of my comfort rewatches. (Joss Wheaton sucks though and this is a pro-Joss Wheaton slander account always).
4. Olivia Benson; no tag for this iconic queen, but Law and Order SVU is always on my rewatch list whenever I feel the need to binge watch something. Olivia has and always will be my favorite character- loved her from the beginning. SVU is another show I remember watching when getting ready for school. It’s also one of the first shows that my mom and I watched together and liked (and as someone who has a…interesting…relationship with my mom, it means a lot to just have something that we don’t fight over).
5. The Bat-family; no tag for them but this chaotic family is my specific comic book hyper fixation. They play on my found family trope soft spot and Batman in general is such a soft spot for me (I have the Batman logo tattooed on me) because he’s the first superhero I was ever introduced too and my attachment for him and his family has only grown.
Tagging the amazing @faggotmox , @cuntertaker , @americandragonslayer , @sheinthatfandom and @kayfabebabe - please feel free to ignore or add to the comfort character fun if y’all like 💕
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"Now can we please get on with the meeting already? The monarchy isn't gonna overthrow itself, y'know."
(ID: Kirby series fanart comic, Kintsugi AU, featuring Dark Meta Knight stuck in a mission debriefing, clearly bored and letting his thoughts wander towards a certain rat thief, much to the frustration of his old friend/begrudging henchperson, Mirror Sailor Dee. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)
Me: wants rarepair shenanigans. Also me: wants compelling plotlines. Also me: compromises by making an absurd amount of notes for yet another highly-detailed and overcomplicated AU. Also me: tired of my nonsense.
Started 03/09/24, finished 03/10/24.
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Transcript:
Panel 1
*A dimly-lit, nondescript room, the plain walls tacked with papers and sticky notes depicting scribbled writing and various images, such as the Dimension Mirror, Dark Matter, the sword Master, a crossed-out headshot of Shadow Dedede, and the symbol for anarchy. DMK sits at a simple table looking off to our left with lidded eyes, leaning his head on one hand, the other tapping idly against the tabletop (SFX: tmp tmp). Three thought bubbles float over his head, each showing a different physical feature of Daroach - his sharp-toothed smile, his long claws, and his big ears respectively. A faint blush can be seen just behind the knight's mask.*
Panel 2
M!Sailor: (from off-screen, depicted as a simplified Waddle Dee head with two slash scars on their right cheek, wearing a white sailor cap with a blue-and-periwinkle ribbon, a blue bill, and two fishing hooks embedded in the top, yelling with their eyes squeezed shut) Hey, scarface! Quit daydreaming about your boyfriend for five seconds and pay attention!
*DMK startles, eyes shrunk to little gold lines, the arm holding up his head slipping out from under him, nearly bumping his chin on the table.*
Panel 3
*DMK turns sharply to our right to point and glare at M!Sailor off-screen, slamming his fist down on the table (SFX: THUD!).*
DMK: (angrily) Hey, shut up, he's not my-
Panel 4
*DMK pauses, his eyes once more shrunk to points, his pointing hand dropping a bit as he realizes what he just said (shown by an ellipses over his head). A tiny bit of blush can be seen through the mask.*
Panel 5
DMK: (glaring and pointing once more, the blush in his face more noticeable, visibly sweating) I mean, I am paying attention!
M!Sailor: (from off-screen, looking unimpressed with half-lidded eyes) Nice cover, Boss. Very convincing.
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I had thought I'd have another chapter of my story ready to post yesterday, but then last week happened. I'm hoping this coming week goes better. Meanwhile, here's a snippet from the upcoming chapter of I'd work you all night long:
“Good morning, Jaime,” Brienne said in a brisk, no-nonsense voice he’d come to associate with her only in the last ten days.
“Good morning, Brienne.” He looked up…and up…he always forgot how damned tall she was until she was before him. She was a mountain of a woman and seemed even more so now in her well-tailored pantsuit, straw blonde hair ruthlessly yanked back into a bun at the top of her head, and a determined set to her jaw.
“Ms. Tarth,” she said in a low voice.
Jaime sat back in his chair, hiding a frown. What was this, some kind of dominance thing? He wasn’t averse to it in certain settings and with certain people, but this wasn’t the time and Brienne wasn’t the person. He’d known her since she was nothing more than Gal Tarth’s annoying little sister, chasing after them when they wanted to be alone to make mischief.
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Today I remembered one time when I was maybe 11 and I lost the money my other gave me for my dinners at school for the week. I think it had fallen out of my pocket when I was walking myself and my brother to school. Needless to say she was furious. I wasn’t allowed dinner that night, and to teach me a lesson about looking after things, after my shower she told me she had thrown the bracelet my dad had bought me into the garden and that I had to find it. She locked me in the garden and wouldn’t let me back inside until I had it in my hands. It was dark, and cold - it was winter, my hair was wet and I was in pyjamas and bare feet. I was crying and shivering but she wouldn’t let me inside until I found that bracelet but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I gave up and remember just crying at the back door until she eventually let me in, with the bracelet in her hand. She said it was an important lesson to learn and that maybe I’d be more careful with things. All it really taught me was that my mother was never to be trusted, and that it wasn’t safe to be honest with her. I think some part of me feels that about everyone in my life. The vulnerability of being honest, and the absolute fear that it’s not safe for me. I’m working on it but it’s so hard.
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