Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.
His grey hairs are so earned
480 notes
·
View notes
Having been in that place of “so many long distance friends all in one place!!” A couple of times I just can’t help but feel so much second hand happiness for the cc hermits. You could tell the entire weekend that they were all so giddy - from raising $800k for charity over two days, yes - but also from just being in the same space. Getting to hug and play fight and shoot each other with nerf guns and bringing treats from home for everyone to try.
It just makes you think, you know. I mainly deal with the characters they play, and try very hard to separate those characters from their creators, but at the end of the day all of the love that they pour into their characters and the world they make together is all down to how much they also love each other irl. And good for them, good for them. I hope they had just as much, if not more, time off the clock to just hang out together
110 notes
·
View notes
Letters From Natasha
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Note: This is a little idea I had, so I’m not really gonna frame it as a fic. I’m sorry it’s very sad. But do let me know if y’all might want the letters and I could write something 🥹
It’s almost summertime but everything feels so cold. When you get home, you don’t know where to begin. It’s been three days since you lost her.
She’s gone.
Those words echo in your head.
The funeral was crowded. Your friends and family gathered around to mourn Natasha. But you felt alone. You felt alone the minute she took her last breath in your arms.
You felt cold.
Your oldest children understand what happened. They knew the day could come no matter how much they hoped and prayed it wouldn’t.
The younger kids cry but they don’t know what exactly for. They just know that their mama isn’t there to tuck them into bed or make them giggle with her cheesiness anymore.
All of the children have slept with you every night since and almost never leave your side.
You decide to face the music and walk into your bedroom. You’ve been staying with Wanda since it happened, not able to face this place that was once so full of life.
Fiddling with the ring on your finger, you sit on the edge of the bed. Your eyes catch a glimmer of something golden on your dresser. You’ve not seen it before.
You walk over to investigate it to find a locked box. The keyhole shape looks familiar. That’s when it hits you.
Inside your pocket you find your keychain. One day Natasha slipped a golden key onto it and when you questioned her she just smiled and said “for someday.”
The key fits into the box perfectly and the latches open. You take a deep breath as you lift up the lid.
Inside is a set of envelopes. The first one has your name on it in her handwriting. You hold it to your chest.
The second and third and so on have the names of your children. And the pile continues on. There’s one for Yelena, Wanda, Steve, Sam, the whole team. Anyone Natasha called a friend or family member. Even Peter Parker has a letter.
You break down in tears as you see each name. Everyone she loved. Everyone who loves her.
Putting everyone’s letter back but the one for you, you sit on your bed again. This time on her side.
Inside the letter is the last words Natasha will ever say to you. You take a breath and open the letter…
158 notes
·
View notes